I don’t know where the thirst for others’ pity came from. Mike and I married at 22 and started experiencing hardship, both in our marriage and with work. I also struggled with bulimia; Mike’s demons came from insecurity about his intrinsic worth.
Marriage with another sinner revealed a lot to me about how my natural coping mechanisms, developed those first 20 years of life were unhelpful for dealing with the real world, filled with other people who didn’t cater to my personal preferences. But I didn’t have any other tools.
By God’s grace, we heard the Gospel at age 24 and met some genuine Christ-followers over the next decade. I grew spiritually in fits and starts as I read my Bible. Yet, God’s perspective was not IN me. Every disappointment, trouble, and struggle in our marriage, parenting, work or the battle with my body surprised me. Although we both had said ‘Yes!’ to Jesus at that first altar call, Mike and I tended to be more consumed by life’s dissatisfactions than intent in growing in the knowledge of God. Many idols competed for our energy, focus and desires and won out.
Introduced to the Christian circle of women, I soon started sharing these ‘heart-aches’ and felt the sweet rush of another’s pity and understanding. But like any sugar high, not only did the anticipated response from another NOT satisfy, it left an after-taste in my mouth. You would have thought I would learn and abandon this craving to find comfort in someone’s sympathy about ‘how bad I had it!’
What happened, is that manipulating to get my pity ‘hit’ became a habit. It felt MORE real to talk about our/my suffering. My thinking grew warped so that I didn’t even want to share with someone a morsel or current feast of good news in our lives, because that might erode their view of how ‘pity-deserving’ I was. This was SICK! But there was a payoff. The attention. And the reverse pride of being so ‘noble’ in my suffering. I would lament in a way that showed off how much I was praying for this ‘good thing’ and how I didn’t know why God wouldn’t answer it.
Okay, fast forward several decades. At 60 and 61 Mike and I have seen more suffering in the course of time, as has anyone who has reached this age. With Biblical perspective, we understand more clearly God’s purposes for preparing individualized suffering modules. He designs all his training programs for his sons and daughters, in order to grow their holiness and pry their grasping hands off of this world. One of his goals in trials is to increase our desire for the ‘real’ world to come, the world with him.
Reflecting on the benefit of suffering to my soul, I now desire to change how I talk about it to others. I attribute this reversal in goals (from wanting a pity-hit to wanting to glorify God) to the care and tutelage of my Friend, the Holy Spirit.
Let me use the metaphor of a sandwich. My previous sandwich, let’s name it the Pity Sandwich, contained a condensed but probably a bit exaggerated version of a current trial, held together by Pity-Attracting sandwich bread.
It was all about me. Designed that way. And like gossip, others actually probably enjoyed sharing a bite from it. A bit of Schadenfreude appeals to us all. And for that ‘entertainment’ they were willing to pay the price of sympathy.
Where was God in all that? Nowhere. It was all about me.
My NEW sandwich I offer to people ONLY when they ask:
Friend: How are you doing with school, Maria? (there have been pockets of suffering in the past 5 years)
Me: Thanks for asking! I’m still getting pushback from my administration about XYZ, but I see now how God has his reasons for leading me through this valley of darkness. These hardships have shown me how much pride I was harboring. I’ve also learned to depend much more on Him. And that is all good!
The surprise in all this is that THIS kind of sandwich satisfies me far more. And it honors God. And it proclaims some truth about Him to another person.
As I was praying through my Prayermate feed on my iPhone this morning, I came across these prayerful affirmations that I copied from someone a while back. It sums up what I want to be about:
- Since the gospel is the startling, but thrilling, announcement of what God has done for us in Christ, something that we could never do for ourselves, even with his help, then let us meditate on that.
- Help us rehearse this gospel, more than our dashed hopes for earthly plans, at a ratio of 100 to 1. And to talk about THAT more than our fears or how poorly we carried out a duty.
Father, work this response in us so that it becomes automatic, like breathing. For our joy, your glory and for the hope of the world. Because of Christ’s life and death on our behalf. Amen!
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