Stop Your Grumbling!

(Originally posted 1/22/16)


I have not posted since August ninth. Not because I got bored with writing or died. (I hope you’re happy I didn’t die!) On August 18th I was on the receiving end of a vaccination shot gone terribly wrong! (I would encourage you to be certain you know who’s vaccinating you and your family!!! This post was in January 2016. It took a year for me to fully recover)

That shot, administered into my shoulder joint instead of the muscle, was the cause of four months of constant pain, an emergency room visit, failed treatments, and a recent surgery. Then the surgery added to the pain because I awoke to the surprise of additional surgery. It seems the needle also tore my rotator cuff, which then needed mending. I was sent home for six weeks of recovery instead of the anticipated two weeks.

For the first few weeks, my husband had to do almost everything for me. God bless him, he’s a trooper. My neighbor has come over several times to fix my hair, when I actually cared what I looked like. She helped me decorate my house for Christmas, and clean it for a Christmas party.

I know I have been more miserable that necessary because I cannot/will not taking pain medications. They make me feel physically and mentally whacked. So, very often from the beginning of this adventure I have experienced more pain than ever in my life. Including childbirth! Seriously. Besides, that pain is short-lived and there’s a prize at the end!

But I am getting better. I am able to do more things for myself: shower, dress, etc.. Occasionally I will muster up the energy to cook a meal and clean the house. But, it takes everything I have to do it. My husband never complains which I am eternally grateful for.

To be perfectly honest, sometimes I catch myself actually enjoying the sympathy from friends and family, and even strangers. Of course no one is going to feel sorry for me if I don’t complain, right? When someone asks how I’m doing I jump feet first into my pit of misery and do my best to pull them in with me! I might begin by saying, “Oh, you’re probably tired of hearing about it it’s been going on for so long!” But then I don’t give them a chance to respond before, choking back tears, I give an update on my ongoing misery. Poor, poor pitiful me!

Then, one day, “Holy lesson-in-the-making Batman!” I shouted after receiving God’s proverbial THWARP. It’s never audible. It just hangs around me like a shroud until I acknowledge its presence, “Okay Lord, there’s a lesson here I just know it! You’re not going to let me get away with this are you?”

This actually was a lesson in process since December, I just didn’t know it at the time. I was thinking about the silly New Year’s Resolutions I usually end before they even begin. I’m going to lose weight right after this super-sized hot fudge sundae, or maybe the next, or maybe not at all. I don’t know. I’m not feeling it.

So, I decided instead, in order to grow deeper in faith, to choose a virtue that I would daily put into action in all I thought, said, and did. Like contentment or joy or peace. Then, out from under that shroud, “Or, Linda, how about gratitude?” Hum. Gratitude. Okay, that’s a good one! At the end of each day I could write in a Gratitude Journal all the things I was grateful for that day: a beautiful sunrise, the song of birds outside my window…

“That’s lovely Linda, and safe. But, let’s go deeper. You are thankful for your good health, but, how about the suffering from the shoulder pain? Whiner! You are grateful for friends who are low-maintenance, but what about the relationships that are difficult?  You are grateful for all the things you have, but what about the things others have that you don’t; that you covet?”

When we consider gratitude, if we consider it at all, we often stay within the realm of the warm squishy stuff. I remember the times at my son’s house when the kids were small and they would each take a turn thanking God, mostly for “things” – a doll, a stuffed animal, a birthday present envied by their siblings. Unfortunately, as adults we are still prone to thankfulness for adult “things” that make us happy. But, being grateful for our struggles in life just doesn’t make sense. It’s easier for us to see a beautiful sunrise, attribute it to God, and then thank Him for it, than to thank Him for adversity. Are you old enough to remember this commercial?

(Sorry, I just had to throw that in!)

I suppose we are in one of two camps when dealing with suffering: we either believe (a) God doesn’t cause suffering but he allows it, think of Job (more on him later), or (b) God is behind everything that happens to us. I’m going with (a). Either way, we are probably going to complain, and complain loudly! If we believe it’s the former we cry out, “Lord, why don’t you stop this?” or the latter, “Lord, how could you do this to me?!” God is blamed for our suffering either way.

Philippians 2:14 tells us to “Do all things (my emphasis) without grumbling or questioning.” But we just can’t can we? Whining is in our nature apparently. Look at the Israelites for heaven’s sake. I can see why Moses tried to get out of God’s call that fateful day! But he acquiesced and was drug into the Israelite’s unrelenting pity party. He went to God and begged him to make it stop! I suppose the Israelites got it in their heads that because they were God’s chosen people (Exodus 6:7) life would be good from here on out, their suffering was over. Not so much.

When things don’t go as planned in my life it’s usually a wake-up call. After all, when did I win the perfect life lottery? When was I promised immunity from suffering and pain? We can’t seem to watch the news or talk to a neighbor any day of the week and not hear of someone’s tragedy: A death, an illness, a cancer diagnosis, a divorce, a lost job. But when that’s my story I scream NOT FAIR! I pout and complain and solicit sympathy from anyone who will listen, especially God.


Let me share with you some powerful examples that the Holy Spirit has led me to just this past week as I have been writing this post (and let me just say here that as you read this don’t lose sight of the fact that every time I am inspired to write a blog post I most always sit in front of an empty page having no idea how to put into words what God has put on my heart. Yet He has NEVER failed to give me all I have needed to complete it. It just blows my mind!)

So, anyway, here you go…

Are you familiar with the life of Dietrick Bonhoeffer? His writings about gratitude in the midst of his suffering, and ultimately his execution, tell us a great deal about an attitude we are all called to. Here are a few excerpts about him from Breakpoint:

“…there are many lessons we can be meditating on from his life and thought. He showed us how to be the church, what it meant to lay down one’s life for his friends, and how to fight against evil. Moreover, he taught us to count the cost of discipleship, rejecting the compromised religion he called ‘cheap grace.’

 But there are two related lessons from Bonhoeffer’s life that have been particularly impressed upon me…: first, having a constant attitude of gratefulness and, second, being joyful in the midst of suffering.

 Gratefully accepting the life He gives us. Bonhoeffer wrote about gratefulness, but more importantly, he lived it. Even in the midst of the agonizing circumstances of a Nazi prison, Bonhoeffer never ceased to overflow with gratitude towards the Lord. Facing the daily possibility of death, he regarded each day as a precious gift from the Lord, to be received with thankfulness and joy.

 ‘I think we honor God more’ Bonhoeffer once wrote ‘if we gratefully accept the life that he gives us with all its blessings, loving it and drinking it to the full.’

 One English officer, imprisoned with Bonhoeffer, later commented: ‘Bonhoeffer always seemed to me to spread an atmosphere of happiness and joy over the least incident and profound gratitude for the mere fact that he was alive.’”

“Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness.” –James 1:2-3

Then, there is the story of a family Dateline just aired this week. They have been following this family for several years. It is one of the most powerful examples I have ever seen of gratitude. Sadly, for most of us who find it so difficult to be thankful when the slightest thing does not go our way, gratefulness would seem impossible in this situation. You can watch their story on Dateline and they have a blog:


“In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Today my thoughts turn to beginning a Gratitude Journal. I have been contemplating where I should begin. Should I just begin with today or go back and revisit the pain of my past; my childhood? As I began thinking about that I could not imagine what I could possibly be grateful for during those hurtful years. I suppose I could come up with something insignificant: I got my own room when my sister got pregnant and moved out, I got a lot of exercise staying away from home all day long. We had food on the table and a roof over our heads. Actually, the last one should always be something we are grateful for!

Then I happened upon (NOT) this talk by Dr. Robert Emmons:

It is an awesome article and I know I did not come across it by accident! He also has written a book titled, “Gratitude Works!” which I purchased and cannot put down.

Here is his profile from the Website: Robert A. Emmons, Ph.D., is the world’s leading scientific expert on gratitude. He is a professor of psychology at the University of California, Davis, and the founding editor-in-chief of The Journal of Positive Psychology.

Dr. Emmons says we actually should remember:

Remember the bad… then remember that here you are, able to remember them, that you made it through the worst times of your life…. This process of remembering how difficult life used to be and how far we have come sets up an explicit contrast that is fertile ground for gratefulness.”

So, I am not going to recall the painful events in my live simply for the sake of reliving them. I am going to use those experiences to contrast where my life is today. I have never been happier or more fulfilled. I will especially sing praises of gratitude that my attempted suicide in my 20’s was unsuccessful!!! That, my friends, will be the first thing I write in this journal!

“…confront your own mortality.”

This is an easy one for me. Since my clinicals three years ago when I trained for Hospice work, and during the almost two years of sitting with dying patients, I have had lots of time to think about it. Unless you are stone-cold dead yourself you cannot help but face your own mortality. It has helped me to accept the inevitable, but more importantly, to live each day to the fullest. I believe that is why I feel strongly about being intentionally grateful each and every day.

Dr. Emmons also tells us:

Gratefulness is a knowing awareness that we are the recipients of goodness. In our best moments, we know it, and that knowledge produces gratitude.”

 And when we turn our focus from ourselves to him, paradoxically we are the ones who benefit. “The self is a very poor place to find happiness or meaning in life.”

I realize the depth of what I truly have to be grateful for from that painful time in my life. I have gained  an understanding of God’s love I would not have otherwise been able to grasp, let alone embrace. I have written often about my time in Kentucky. When I went there I left everything behind. At least I thought I did: My past, my family, the life I longed for. I was angry and lost. I used to cry out to God desperate to know why he abandoned me in my suffering. How could he say he loved me when I was a child being abused and he stood silent? After several months in Kentucky, as he showed me my own sinfulness, I thought I had more reason to believe he couldn’t possibly love me. And then, just like the experience of Job, he broke his silence, “Linda, I do love you. Every tear you cried broke my heart. And even in your own sin, I have not stopped loving you. Giving humankind free-will has caused much suffering, but it has also given those who believe in Me the freedom to love.”

There is evil and suffering and natural disasters we all have to endure in our lives. It is the human condition and has been since the beginning of time.

We have no idea what tomorrow will bring. Nor do we know if we will even be here tomorrow. Things are never what they seem and certitude in this life is, well, uncertain. However, there is one thing that is always guaranteed and assured by God, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6)

Let us not forget that Jesus lived a life of gratitude to His Father to the very end. Some believe that because Jesus was human and divine that he knew the outcome of his Passion. I once had someone tell me that because He was divine he really didn’t suffer (how convenient – that kind of thinking gets one off the hook doesn’t it?). Others believe that in his humanity he did not know God’s plan in advance (that’s what I believe as well). Consider how he suffered at Gethsemane. Do these sound like words of a man who wasn’t really human; that it was all just pretend and in the end he would be glorified?

He withdrew about a stone’s throw beyond them, knelt down and prayed, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but yours be done.” An angel from heaven appeared to him and strengthened him. And being in anguish, he prayed more earnestly, and his sweat was like drops of blood falling to the ground. (Luke 22:41-44)

 And why in Matthew 27:46 does Jesus cry out to God, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” – if he knew?

Pastor Scott Pauley says of Jesus’ suffering:

The Lord Jesus gave thanks for the provision of God in the midst of suffering.

He would be on a cross in just a few hours. Enemies were plotting His death.  Gethsemane and Golgotha lay ahead. He took bread and a cup and gave thanks. This is more than thanks for food and drink. The bread represents His body that is to be broken; the cup represents His blood that is to be shed.

 Thanks? On that night? Christ gave thanks with the confidence that God’s plan was being fulfilled. This is the meaning of “In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you” (1 Thessalonians 5:18).

I will end with these words from Father Richard Rohr:

When Job’s life is about to be taken away from him, he can say one of two things. He can curse God, as he is tempted to do, and say, “God, why not fifty-one years of life?” Or he can surrender to love and say, “God, why even fifty years?” Why did I deserve life at all? When we take on that attitude, we’ve made a decision for grace.

 “Naked I came into the world, and naked I will leave,” Job says (Job 1:21). What do we have, brothers and sisters, that has not been given to us? All is grace. All is given….It is all gift.

 From beginning to end, everything is grace, everything is given. There is nothing that we have a right to or that we deserve.

 No, wait! I will end with “thank you”. Thank you all for reading my posts. I don’t even know who you are (outside of receiving an email message each time someone registers on my Website) because, against the advice of some of my friends, I have chosen not to start a dedicated Facebook page so I could interact with you. Besides, you can always email me directly at if you want to. But, I just want you to know that it humbles me more than you can imagine that my meager words are even being read!

Most importantly, Thank you, God, for this life, for your unfailing love in spite of myself, and for the gift of your Son, Jesus who shows us the way of gratitude!



Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are!

(Originally posted on April 2, 2012)

The prelude to Easter is a most blessed time for Christians. We are now experiencing what is to come. These are important things to reflect on as we consider the Pascal Mystery: Jesus’ life, death and resurrection. The sad reality is that we often get stuck with the Good Friday Jesus. If we allow that to happen then Jesus becomes just another prophet, albeit a pretty good one. Love those parables! But, then, God remains remote and irrelevant to our lives.

Do you suppose God just dropped Jesus off here and left him to fend for himself? If so, then why would I depend on him? I’ll get my card punched on Sunday, but the rest of my life I’ll just take care of myself, thank you very much. I’ll come back to why that doesn’t work in a moment, but for now, let us consider these passages:

  • “All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads. ‘He trusts in the LORD,’ they say, ‘let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him.’” Psalm 22:7-8 
  • “My God, my God. Why have you forsaken me?” Matthew 27:46

Those who hated Jesus so bitterly stood at the foot of the cross and scoffed at him, “Where’s this God of yours now? He doesn’t seem to be bothered about you”! Keep in mind that the belief of the Jewish people was based on punishment and reward. Now they were saying in essence, “See, we are justified in crucifying you, Jesus, and God’s silence is proof of it. It was your own blasphemous sins that brought you to this end.”

There were lots of people standing near the cross that day: those who hated Jesus, those who loved him, and many others not knowing what to think about him. Everyone was waiting to see if God would show-up. But he was silent then and silent even when Jesus cried out to him. It was a justifying silence for Jesus’ accusers and murderers; a deafening silence for his followers, and a confusing silence for those who just weren’t sure.

Those who believed in Jesus, who put all their faith in him, were desperate for God to rescue them. They were hoping for retribution. So imagine how devastated they must have been when God was silent and Jesus indeed died. As they walked away their weariness was more than they could bear – hopes morphing into despair – mumbling under their breath, “Why didn’t you come, Lord? Why didn’t you save him? What are we to do now? If this Jesus was not the One, who then? How much more can we take”?

Sadly, for so many of us today, faith is based on the same idea of reward and punishment. Think you’re going to heaven? Think again if you’re bad! (However you define bad.) Think you’re going to hell? Who knows? It’s a life-long nail biter isn’t it? God is the proverbial Record Keeper. Add to that the concept of a God who is out in the stratosphere somewhere, distant and aloof, and it’s no wonder we feel lost in this crazy, God-forsaken world.

Ponder for a moment, if you will, how the above passages speak to your own life. That’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. Growing up, my family was of no faith. I only recall going to Church one time with my family, though a neighbor regularly took me to Sunday school. One Easter Sunday we all had new outfits and paraded into my grandmother’s church.

I had no sense that God was there when my mother was physically abusive. He wasn’t there when I was being sexually abused. He wasn’t there when I was twenty-three and tried to commit suicide. He wasn’t there when I regularly drank myself into oblivion, or for too many other “got the T-shirt for that one” events in my life.

All of this pondering begs the question: Is God present to us or not? Does he care one lick about our day-to-day lives? Did he just dump us off here too? “There you go, Linda. Have a nice life. See you at the end – maybe – or not.” I am telling you that you will never have the answer to that question as long as you remain stuck with the Good Friday Jesus.

We must live our faith from the other side of the resurrection! That is the only place from which it is possible to view the entirety of God’s immense love for us. Jesus’ life, death, and resurrection point the way. In the moments that it feels like God is silent in our suffering, there is a reason far beyond what we can humanly understand. It is not God who is not present to us, it is us not present to him. Have you ever considered that? God is totally invested in you!

If you feel distant from him it may be a good time to look at where you are in your faith. For me, those moments have always pointed to my being too caught up in things of this world to give God much thought. And, truth be told, often it is intentional because I know I am not where he wants me to be and I don’t want to change. So there – I said it.

I can often be selfish and self-serving and there is no room for God there. And then I get wacked with this passage, “For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God.” (Deuteronomy 4:24)  How can I possibly enjoy my worldly pursuits when he’s watching – fuming possibly? La la la la la – I can’t hear you! (I don’t recommend that – it has never really worked well for me.)


My beloved friends in Christ, this is the time, if no other, when we are compelled to open the eye’s of our hearts! There are two passages in Scripture I would offer you for your reflection as we near this blessed time of Jesus’ Passion:

Luke 19:41, “Now as He drew near, He saw the city and wept over it…” When the crowds saw Jesus entering Jerusalem, they began singing praises.”

Why did he weep? Because he knew they still did not understand. They were following and praising and putting all their hopes in an earthly King. Jesus’ heart ached because God loved them so deeply he was preparing to die for them, and yet they could not comprehend the magnitude of that Love.

Matthew 27:50-54, “And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit. Then, behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth quaked, and the rocks were split, and the graves were opened….So when the centurion and those with him, who were guarding Jesus, saw the earthquake and the things that had happened, they feared greatly, saying, “Truly this was the Son of God.”

Do you see? God’s heart was torn apart for the love of his Son. Do you know why he was willing to suffer such pain? Because his heart ached for the love of you and me! How could you possibly think he doesn’t care? Perhaps you have never asked.