I've always struggled to relate to Job. Not that I doubt his innocence or the sincerity of his indignation. I just can't relate to his righteousness. He, like Jesus after him, could rightfully cry out to God: "My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?" But I can't. I never could.
You see, no matter how many awful things might happen to me, I deserve worse. I am the sinner, the straying sheep, the Judas, and Peter by the campfire all rolled into one. I'm the one who did the abandoning, not God.
Addicts wallow in self-pity and shame, a slough of despond that entraps and pulls them in deeper like quicksand. And so instead of crying out "Why is this happening to me?", all we can rightfully say is "My God, my God, why have I forsaken Thee?"
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