Growing in the Dark
After nearly 30 years as a ministry leader and
pastor's wife, I went through an experience that some would describe as a dark
night of the soul.
In the past when I heard someone complaining of enduring a dark
night, I was less than compassionate. What a drama queen, I'd think.
Everyone goes through spiritual slumps. What's the big deal?
But then I experienced one that I couldn't escape. I was
humbled.
My dark night was sparked by a series of unanswered prayers.
Actually, my prayers were answered—but definitely not in the way I had hoped. To
understand my disillusionment, you need to know a bit about my personality. I'm
a life-long activist, a habitual doer. I can take anything but standing
still.
So when God blocked my "doings," which I was sure I was supposed
to do, I became frustrated. One "no" from God was followed by another, and
another. Then an extended stretch of divine silence shook my faith, triggering a
dark night that lasted three years.
I had never experienced such silence from God. Sure, I had been
distant from him, but the distance had always been my fault, born of my
rebellion or indifference. This was different. I was reaching out to God, but
couldn't feel his presence. Prayers stuck in my throat, or bounced back at me
off the ceiling.
Comedian Susan Isaacs tells of a similar experience
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