By: JANA GREENE
Sometimes, the “language of Hell” isn’t complaining, sometimes it’s denial.
Sometimes humans have issues and worries that overwhelm them, but they are afraid to give those worries voice because your average American Super Christian expects them to hold it together.
This evangelical version of the stuff-upper-lip isn’t helpful.
The relationship model in which you and God play mind games until every vestige if your humanity is stripped bare is a bad relationship model.
Denial isn’t just a river, but it might be an ocean. We are just floating, not willing to admit our feet can’t touch the bottom. All while wondering how long we can hold our breath before we drown.
It isn’t even Biblical (maybe, depending on the millions of ways you could spin it. Like most other things, interpretation is pretty pliable.)
Under our sanctified breath, we say…
All is well!
This doesn’t hurt!
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger!
No, really! Doesn’t hurt a bit!
Hooboy, I’m getting really strong!
Complaining is the language of Hell, but so is Denial, in which I am fluent because it’s my mother tongue.
Let’s talk about the language of Heaven, which you instinctively already know. You don’t even need a translator.
The Kingdom of God is within you – even with all of the repairs and remodels.
You carry Heaven in your aimless floating.
You carry Heaven in your breath when you encourage others.
You carry Heaven when you love risky people.
No American Super Christian-ese necessary.
Jesus was not afraid to show his humanity. He didn’t deny either his Holiness or his human-ness, so why do we think we can’t let our true selves be known?
Blessed be, friends.
Musings of a Gypsy Soul 