Placebo

The mind can be a dainty device throwing the body into a state of hypochondriac fear. I often feel that people throw the phrase of “it will all work out for good” or “it’s God’s will” as a placebo to fix the sickness felt when confronted with the reality of how the messed up the events of this planet truly are. God can use all things for good and God does have a plan for each of us, but sometimes, often, God must allow the enemy to do his work of execrable worth. These cliché phrases are used to account for anything bad that happens. God is not in control. He has placed it in our hands. This is the terrifying reality that accompanies free will. If God is in control, why are people raped, murdered, starved, taken advantage of, and hopeless. No, God is watching these things happen. It breaks his heart to see what we have done with the power invested in us, the power to affect and infect those around us. It is also the beautiful dichotomy of our existence. We can allow God to be in control, but we must allow it. When he placed the tree of knowledge of good and evil in the garden with two children, he knew there was a risk. One worth taking, there is nothing more terrible than stealing whether it be the smallest possession or life. There is also nothing more beauty than giving, and the greatest is control. For God to be in control, we must place the authority of free will squarely in his hands. It is then that he can use all things for good and his will be done. However, if a person has kept his or her self outside that control, then there is no atrocity impossible to be committed. People like to use these ridiculous placebos of thought to cover fear. Fear that everything might not be ok. If God has complete control of everything that happens then there is no need for us to have a relationship with him. There was no need for Christ to die.
I have read the end of the book, we win, but we are in the middle of battle, everyday, that we could lose. We must not live in the end when the present is pressing. Because the end is written we have a great responsibility to work towards it, not wait, with stupid grins on our face for it to happen. I see so many people just sitting around wishing that Jesus would come back. That’s the candy-assed easy way out. We have to fight, we have to love, we have to work for it to happen. This is such a contrariety. I struggle to place into words how my mind stretches at these thoughts. Nowhere in the New Testament are the people of God referred to as an army, but we must fight. People think that the most loving thing to do is to tell the salvation story at any pause in conversation, and yet the Bible says no many has greater love than to lay down his life for his friends, work is not certain actions we accomplish, but in living life the we were created to, walking next to God. We have created all these placebos to fix the sickness we feel in not being near to God. We have to serve, we have to share, we have to… all we have to do is Love God, and Love People. If anything else in our line of sight then we are distracted. So many byproducts of these loves have placed instead as actions to accomplish to prove that we are actually Loving. Jesus’ first miracle wasn’t forgiving sins; it was bringing life…to a party.