An Apologetic + A Rebuttal = A Blog Entry

Due to the title and content of the previous post I am pretty sure anyone who read it was left with shock, offense, and possibly speechless. I feel that in light of the gnawing of my own conscience that I need to revisit the words typed and explain myself and add upon what was said and just blog like a fiend. So here goes nothing:
We all come to a place in which we are overwhelmed with our own pain. It seems that more often than not our journey through the Valley of the Shadow of Death is to make an appointment with an old friend. As most encounters with this person you begin with a cringe in your stomach and then a swift blow to your face leaving you disoriented. A battle ensues until for the first time in which seems an eternity there is a slight pause. Though it is brief you can make out the one you have been entangled with and it turns out to be none other than yourself.
Well as fine and dandy as that is, there is a funny thing about suffering. It’s not “haha” funny but more so “this milk shouldn’t be green” funny. At this place most of us good ol’ westerners see that and only that. One can hear stories about pain, see tragedy face to face and at the end of the day all that remains on the top of your mind is that dull or stinging throb. Entropy is a natural thing. The world is falling apart and society regardless of what argument you will take is going to get worse.
The most common answer to said problems is that of escape. Often found in sarcasm, comparison, and addictions we may take escape wherever we please. Yet time and time again we yearn to hit that sweet spot and dwell there and scurry around looking for hope. We are built with an innate sense that what we live in is by know means the pinnacle of what we were made for. So in the meantime throngs of people lie in wait for that sense of hope, misery loves company and remedies grope into the realm of fantasy.
When it comes to suffering there are two ways to go about it. One is taking up your cross and following Christ and the other is picking up a noose. Apart from Christ suffering ever increases into the screaming void of oblivion. Christ did not die for the sake of dying. Nor does He beckon anyone into it for the sheer sake of feeling pain. He is the resurrection and the life. He tears so that He may heal. It ios what His very word declares. I know for my self that this all to often comes as rhetoric and things that apply in every situation except for the one I am in.
Allow me to regress. Into what I am not completely sure, I just really felt compelled to start out a new paragraph like that. In all honesty I have had a rough couple of days, week, season if you will. Honestly in the wake of tragedy, loss, and the sometimes baffling leadership of God one can get completely off. I mean what is often set out to bring some sort of progress becomes nothing more than a flaking sage misquoting the strains of his ever palpitating heart. I admit I hit a new low today. I found a CD that was left in my car and enjoyed the snot out of it. I’m not gonna mention the band name but for the most part it was northing more than a angry and heartbroken proletariat espousing on the futility of his existence. The most many people come, not generally Christians, to addressing God with a situation is to either ask Him to curse it or just blame Him. Of all the prayers most people know, next to the blessing after a sneeze, is that of profanity.
Life happens. I honestly sit here enjoying the roller coaster of what seems spiritual bi-polarity, today joy. I mean things do actually look up but allow me to give a brief synopsis of where I am at. For a good while I had been investing in something which honestly will in no means end from what I see in that which my heart has been set. Thru the course of this I have encountered for the most part my most lingering demons. As many know there is a standstill where the sting is felt and the outcome is nothing more than that of an obscure blur, I concur. It is the human condition. Jesus doesn’t change us with a snazzy transmogrifying device but He is a surgeon, patient and gentle and often without heavy anesthetics. The funny thing with our problems is that we can receive no correction from anyone but Him. Contrary to everything within, He satisfies the desires of all things. I don’t get it at all, but its what the Word says and even that great Shane and Shane song..
Life moves one and the end is yet to come. Variables are the only things that ever seem certain but He is the resurrection. I honestly don’t know what this assimilation of various conjecture adds to, but He did not stay in the grave. He did not stay in the grave. Neither will His people.