- Jan 11, 2020
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Oh to be sure and certain!
Every second of our lives. That Jesus really is the Son of God who has come to save us all. That He really does know the number of hairs on my scalp. (fewer these days I admit)
That He thinks Im a reasonable candidate for Heaven. Who me? But I suffer so much doubt! I feel like Jekyl and Hyde. One minute thanking him for the glorious sun that shines, the next wondering if He really does exist.
Is this the same as consolation/desolation? Feeling close to God then distant from Him? It feels like a mental illness.
I did read once that Mother Theresa spent months feeling desolate. Feeling the absence of God. Yet she persevered. This desolation thing might be a trick. A test of faith. God wants to see if we really can endure without feeling His closeness.
But dare I compare my own puny faith to Mother Theresa's.
I have a long way to go and just hope I can feel more certain as I near death. A terrible thing it must be to die having doubt. The shame of it!
Every second of our lives. That Jesus really is the Son of God who has come to save us all. That He really does know the number of hairs on my scalp. (fewer these days I admit)
That He thinks Im a reasonable candidate for Heaven. Who me? But I suffer so much doubt! I feel like Jekyl and Hyde. One minute thanking him for the glorious sun that shines, the next wondering if He really does exist.
Is this the same as consolation/desolation? Feeling close to God then distant from Him? It feels like a mental illness.
I did read once that Mother Theresa spent months feeling desolate. Feeling the absence of God. Yet she persevered. This desolation thing might be a trick. A test of faith. God wants to see if we really can endure without feeling His closeness.
But dare I compare my own puny faith to Mother Theresa's.
I have a long way to go and just hope I can feel more certain as I near death. A terrible thing it must be to die having doubt. The shame of it!