When God spoke to Moses, it was through a brightly burning bush. For Gideon, the message came through a piece of white fleece. To Joseph, through vivid dreams. To Mary and Elizabeth through beautiful angels. To my friend, Ann, through the whisper of the wind in a wheat field. To me, through an infomercial for a blender. Or so I thought, at first.
Being human is not easy. On the contrary. It’s extremely hard. It is a constant running from one appointment to the next, one big life event to the next. We have to make money so we can feed our family, help our children to become responsible adults so that they can make money and support their families. Being human is about constantly falling and constantly trying to get up again. And sometimes we fail. Sometimes we stay there on the ground, without hope, without faith. When we fail we constantly disappoint God.
Sometimes it seems that being human is nothing but a struggle, that life is nothing but a purgatory we have to go through and overcome as good and as obedient to God as possible so that God gives us our eternal reward: A place, or a state of being where all pain is forgotten and all loss amended.
Isn’t there even a story in the bible that speaks of Jesus’ own disappointment in human failure?