Tales of a Struggling Soul
Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 9:27 am
I'm a frightened mess...reaching out to fellow Christians for advice, suggestions and insights. I'll start with how I came to know Christ.
From as early as I can remember, I held the belief that the Earth (and the entire solar system) was created. I cannot explain why I began to believe this, because I do not know. It's as if the assumption was built-in. In my formative years, I accepted the creation of everything around me, but gave little thought beyond that. Without an active religious component in my family life growing up, one can understand why I pondered no further. Well, things tend to change as your psychology advances, and it was as a young adult that I first felt the need to question "the meaning of life". Though religion played no substantial role in my childhood, I was at least aware of some of the primary Christian fundamental beliefs. After all, I was a middle class American growing up in the 1980's. A certain amount of awareness was bound to passively accumulate. Anyway, I eventually sought answers to these "meaning of life" questions because I was carrying a need for inner peace that I knew could not be achieved through the trappings of man (money, power, human relationships, etc.). Already aware of a spiritual (and eternal) side to my existence, but without certainty as to its destiny, I felt uneasy and anxious. Even as a young man, I have always had a firm appreciation of my own mortality. I needed that piece of mind and that feeling of readiness. Perhaps because my only religious awareness was that of Christianity, or perhaps because I was acting on yet another component that was built in, I began my search for answers by exploring Christian fundamentals. I started in the Gospels, as many do. Having some doubt at the time, I also read third-party materials pertaining to the authenticity of the Bible, as well as historical evidence of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. The Gospels quickly made the message of Jesus clear to me, and was an answer to the pre-existing fear and loathing of myself. To me, salvation, which I knew I desperately required, meant living a moral and clean life. Clearing obstacles I knew I couldn't. Left to my own devices, it was hopeless. It was truly inspiring to read in the Bible that Jesus spoke directly to this...that his gift, the gift of salvation, is given despite our unchanging unworthiness, and that the Holy Spirit can be a guiding force. In prayer, I accepted Jesus Christ, professed belief in and requested the salvation He alone achieved on my behalf. At this point, in my early twenties, I think I carried this more in my head than in my heart and soul. I was young and faced no tribulations. It was easy for me to not see the need for God beyond the short-term answers I sought and found. My focus quickly shifted to the here and now. My awareness of that relationship with God was always in the background, but rarely addressed.
Now in my mid-thirties, with a loving wife and rapidly deteriorating health, I need the Lord more than ever before; this time with no drifting. What I want more than anything is to have that faith of a child as described in the Bible - unconditional. Yet I constantly falter. It isn't that I do not believe that everything written is true. I know that it is. I just struggle with the idea that a person as wretched as I would qualify. I'm tied up in the "too good to be true" mentality, and I perceive myself as being just as bad as the next guy, with the only difference being my guilt and acceptance that I am wrought with sin. This amounts to a lack of faith in my mind, and scares me terribly. I am petrified of dying while my salvation hangs in the balance (at least in my mind). I think death is scary anyway, but my only hope is to feel secure in my salvation. There will never be anything more important in my life. Yet it seems to me that fear, not faith and security, are the dominant sentiment I carry these days. I cannot imagine such a person as being sanctified, and this further fuels my fear and perceived lack of faith. I pray, and when I do, I am not coming to God as if He is a genie. I pray not for material things, but for health and above all else for faith. However, I cannot control where my mind takes me, and therein is the struggle.
From as early as I can remember, I held the belief that the Earth (and the entire solar system) was created. I cannot explain why I began to believe this, because I do not know. It's as if the assumption was built-in. In my formative years, I accepted the creation of everything around me, but gave little thought beyond that. Without an active religious component in my family life growing up, one can understand why I pondered no further. Well, things tend to change as your psychology advances, and it was as a young adult that I first felt the need to question "the meaning of life". Though religion played no substantial role in my childhood, I was at least aware of some of the primary Christian fundamental beliefs. After all, I was a middle class American growing up in the 1980's. A certain amount of awareness was bound to passively accumulate. Anyway, I eventually sought answers to these "meaning of life" questions because I was carrying a need for inner peace that I knew could not be achieved through the trappings of man (money, power, human relationships, etc.). Already aware of a spiritual (and eternal) side to my existence, but without certainty as to its destiny, I felt uneasy and anxious. Even as a young man, I have always had a firm appreciation of my own mortality. I needed that piece of mind and that feeling of readiness. Perhaps because my only religious awareness was that of Christianity, or perhaps because I was acting on yet another component that was built in, I began my search for answers by exploring Christian fundamentals. I started in the Gospels, as many do. Having some doubt at the time, I also read third-party materials pertaining to the authenticity of the Bible, as well as historical evidence of the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. The Gospels quickly made the message of Jesus clear to me, and was an answer to the pre-existing fear and loathing of myself. To me, salvation, which I knew I desperately required, meant living a moral and clean life. Clearing obstacles I knew I couldn't. Left to my own devices, it was hopeless. It was truly inspiring to read in the Bible that Jesus spoke directly to this...that his gift, the gift of salvation, is given despite our unchanging unworthiness, and that the Holy Spirit can be a guiding force. In prayer, I accepted Jesus Christ, professed belief in and requested the salvation He alone achieved on my behalf. At this point, in my early twenties, I think I carried this more in my head than in my heart and soul. I was young and faced no tribulations. It was easy for me to not see the need for God beyond the short-term answers I sought and found. My focus quickly shifted to the here and now. My awareness of that relationship with God was always in the background, but rarely addressed.
Now in my mid-thirties, with a loving wife and rapidly deteriorating health, I need the Lord more than ever before; this time with no drifting. What I want more than anything is to have that faith of a child as described in the Bible - unconditional. Yet I constantly falter. It isn't that I do not believe that everything written is true. I know that it is. I just struggle with the idea that a person as wretched as I would qualify. I'm tied up in the "too good to be true" mentality, and I perceive myself as being just as bad as the next guy, with the only difference being my guilt and acceptance that I am wrought with sin. This amounts to a lack of faith in my mind, and scares me terribly. I am petrified of dying while my salvation hangs in the balance (at least in my mind). I think death is scary anyway, but my only hope is to feel secure in my salvation. There will never be anything more important in my life. Yet it seems to me that fear, not faith and security, are the dominant sentiment I carry these days. I cannot imagine such a person as being sanctified, and this further fuels my fear and perceived lack of faith. I pray, and when I do, I am not coming to God as if He is a genie. I pray not for material things, but for health and above all else for faith. However, I cannot control where my mind takes me, and therein is the struggle.