A man came
back from a weekend retreat experience and when a friend asked him how it was,
he said, "I died!" The friend asked him what he meant. "You
see," the man answered, "I went to this thing not knowing what to
expect. But in the process of that long weekend, I discovered I had spent my
whole life hiding behind a lot of masks. I realized I had never even let my
wife see me as I really was. I'd been playing games with her, and playing games
with my children, and playing games with others -- never letting anybody know
who I really am. The worst of it was to discover even I didn't know myself. I
was not in touch with my own honest feelings about myself. And, as all of this
was being exposed over the weekend, I died over and over again." It is a
painful thing for a middle-aged man to discover he is not even in touch with
his own feelings about himself. "I am convinced," he said, "that
I had to go through this death experience in order to become the new person I
hope to be now." Out of every hopeless experience can come new hope and
new life if we are determined to make it so. The key point is we must want to
make good things happen when we are suffering. Our will, exercised in the
direction of God, produces good results. The results produced are not always
immediate, but they are life-changing and long-lasting.
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