Yesterday I wrote about being a child of God instead of his hired servant. A couple of people interpreted that as trying to be a perfectionist. I didn’t see it that way at all. Not one human being is perfect. It doesn’t mean we aren’t God’s children.
I think of myself. How would I feel if my daughters or my son came to me and said it was just “too much” to be my daughter or son and they just wanted to be an acquaintance? I would be devastated because I love them. I don’t ask them to be perfect, but I sure do want them to do their best and I sure want them in my life! I always try to think of God’s love for me related to my love for my children. And he loves me more than that, because he is more capable than I could ever be!
For those of us who grew up as neglected or abused children perhaps the idea of a loving father doesn’t really resonate. I have a whole book about that – unfortunately, I can’t find it right now. It is written by Scott Hahn. I am fortunate that I have three children I love dearly. I can just think about how much I love my kids and how I do not demand perfection from them. If I think about my own parents, it is not going to be helpful to me.
I wonder what the world would be like if Noah never crushed a grape? If we never had invented the process of making harmless little grapes, potatoes, corn, barley, malt, and juniper berries into toxic cocktails that cause a moment of fun and a lifetime of misery. If we hadn’t figured out how to make drugs with the sole purpose of making us “feel good.”
I know there are people out there who are just bad-hearted, they don’t need to add drugs and alcohol. But the sad thing to me is that drugs and alcohol take people with good hearts and turn them into evil-acting creatures. Destroying everything in their paths. Creating a lifetime of trauma for their children to walk through.
My life has been spent with alcoholics. When I joined Alcoholics Anonymous, my personal experience of drunkenness was over, but it was the beginning of the next chapter of loving people who would tear my heart out and stomp on it. My father was a terrible, terrible alcoholic. My daughter is a terrible, terrible, horrible alcoholic – and then she added meth! Every single man I have ever loved is (or was if they are now deceased) an alcoholic. If I find a friend, I can pretty much guarantee you they are alcoholic. I have recently been in touch with childhood friends who I haven’t seen since we were young teens – before any of us had our first drink – most of them are alcoholics!
We create havoc and horrible damage to those who love us. The worst damage I think we can do is instill such fear in the hearts of those who love us and are dependent upon us that they cannot trust an “authority” figure enough to even listen about God, our loving father. We have deprived them of everything good in life if that is the case.
I know I am lecturing. And please know that I am talking about myself. And my children.
Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.