Paranoid Humanoid

And since they did not see fit to acknowledge God, God gave them up to a debased mind to do what ought not to be done.

‭‭Romans‬ ‭1‬:‭28‬

There comes a point when it’s better to get out of the way than to try and prevent disaster.

God even practices this bit with us.

I doubt it’s as melodramatic as Him throwing up his hands with an earth-shaking sigh of frustration, but I can’t help but picture something like that.

Even in the less damaging days of addiction, it’s difficult to look around at the growing chaos and the looming possibilities of faulty, impaired actions and think that this is the right way.

Even in days of good fun and games, there’s a sense that this is off course. At best running shakily parallel with the intended design of our lives.

I bounced back and forth between the realizations of my straying and the tendency to minimize my very real actions by way of my very skewed intentions.

I wanted the benefits of clean living without the work of pursuing it.

Isn’t that the common chord in the addictive life? I’m looking for shortcuts. I’m looking for contentment. I’m looking for comfort.

No regard for why I want this outside of my own best interests.

It’s an empty pursuit that nevertheless can suck the life out of an entire lifetime.

The turning point can be as simple as acknowledging the progressive problem and turning our eyes to a God far greater than our own understanding.

That doesn’t spell comfort, but it is the difference between life and death.

God, give me the hard-won contentment that will last.

Cheers, Eamonn
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