I’d be really honest in saying that I’m sick of excuses – the Christian excuses. “Well, that’s just how we’ve always done it.” “You just need to pray about it.” “Adam came first.” Blah frickin’ blah.
There’s something really demoralizing when I go to a friend and their response is, have you prayed about. No S#%@, Sherlock. I don’t always need the pat response. What happened to accepting the reality that sometimes things actually suck.
When my brother died years back, I recall a friend coming up to me and saying “I know I have no idea what it feels like, but I’m sorry this sucks so much.” I don’t know if I can express how much it meant to have someone I knew and who loved me saying, instead of the “it will be ok” or “I’m praying for you,” that she instead was able and willing to recognize that life sucks and is unfair sometimes.
Sometimes things just don’t make any sense whatsoever. I mean, the reality here is that we have no idea how to deal with the problems in our live, and it drives me bonkers when someone insinuates that if I was more faithful, there wouldn’t be problem, etc. Maybe I’m totally off base here, though…