...through prayer we take ourselves off the hook and put God on the hook, where God belongs. When youre on the hook, youre thrashing, helpless, furious, like a smaller kid lifted by the seat of his pants by a mean big kid. Jesus, on the literal hook of the cross, says to God, Help, and God enters every second of the passion like a labor nurse...When you get your hooks out of something, it can roll away, down its own hill, away from you. It can breathe again. It got away from you and your tight sweaty grip, and your stagnant dog breath, the torture of watching you do somersaults and listening to you whine What if? and Wait, wait, I have ONE more idea......It means I stop trying to figure it out, because trying to figure it out is exhausting and crazy-making. ~ Anne Lamott, Help. Thanks. Wow.
Posted on: Tue, 26 Nov 2013 10:48:31 +0000
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