The Shame of Being Human
The last time God talked to me, I was overcome yet not overwhelmed. I was unable to stop the tears from being cried; yet they were tears of joy, and understanding, of revelation and Divine Empathy for all of the sins that I have ever committed. I don’t imagine many people have these types of experiences, although I would hope so with all of my spirit — it provides me with the wisdom and grace to minister to all of the lost sheep of the flock that have not taken the narrow road, nor accepted their failures or seen the world with the eyes of outside of their own bodies. O God, how much more we need Your Grace to navigate this world! My voice of disappointment be stifiled, I wish only that there could be a better way. The Lord helps me to face this disgrace; therefore I too set my face like a flint, and I too know that I will not be put to shame.
“I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed.” (Psa 34:4-5)
What great mountains stand in the face of seeking the Lord God? The path has been laid outright since the Beginning, and many words of wisdom from Prophets and God Himself encourage the trust that is necessary for an easy deliverance! It has been said only to ask and you shall be answered; only knock and the door shall be opened to you; seek and you will find what you are looking for. Is there any thing greater than our pride, our own wisdom, and what becomes our shame that leads us to God?
With steadfast love, the inability to bear the weight of the world that has been imposed upon us is helped. With abounding grace, every little thing that is worked in this world works togethter for the Good of God. With only that which is gentle, God has sacrificed everything in order for the path to be made clear and travel-worthy. Indeed, what mountains stand in the way of the path of righteousness?
I do not seek to rebuke, for that is God’s alone. I do not seek to punish, for that has been done unto ourselves, and I do not seek to chastise, for we are only able to bear that which we are able at any given time. Instead, my heart breaks for those that take refuge in spite and asunder. How I have wept for those that reach out to take from others, whether it be money or time or reputation. With the clear memory that I have been able to preserve in my own broken self, I both lament and rightly so, that God remembers the deeds of every human being that has ever walked the face of the earth.
It’s color is blood. The color of insulting others and sharing negative or hatefully voiced words is blood. The color of murder, of thieves, of adultery in the heart and impassion in the brain, is blood. The color of jealousy, of vice, war, malice, desire, it is all blood, and bloody is the world that we have wrought and choose to live in. Bloody is the world without God.
Yet He has given His Own Blood in order to foster a relationship with all human beings. The Blood of God! How often it is dealt with in the circles of Catholic sacrament or the teachings of Christian theology, yet how often it’s significance is overlooked by an eye for restless things. Nothing and no one will ever be able to relate this fact or thing to any one else, and only with the contrition of a soul is the Voice of God able to be heard across a multitude of mountainous things. Whether it is hate, or jealousy, or malice, God hears us all. He has invited you, and every one around the world, to hear Him — it is only the shame of being human that this invitation is not heard, nor sometimes even wanted.
“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.” (ISa 1:18)