What Now?

He never said that we would get it

That things would be easy

That things would be cut and dry

That they would fit in the miniscule box we've shoved the Almighty in

He is not impressed with our theology

With our philosophy

With our so-called perfection

God doesn't expect you to not have problems

He doesn't expect you to shove them away

They are there

Don't pretend

Stop hiding

Stop fooling yourself

You don't have to understand to believe

But your belief is nothing without application

What?

You can talk about it but not face it when push comes to shove?

When you're faced with the situation that you preach about?

You talk about a lack of condemnation

But is it real?

You can believe something

Preach something

Orate until you turn three shades of purple

It. Means. Nothing.

Do

Don't think

Do

Love

Heal

Confess

Accept

Cry, if you must

Deal with it

Don't hide it

Deal with it

If you hide it, it's still there

Denial does you no good

It hurts

It kills you

Even if people tell you it shouldn't

You die inside

You break

You're at a loss as to what it means

For you

For them

For your every thought, philosophy, detail

Every last thing that you thought you had figured out is gone

What now?