Volleyball with Jesus
  
Volleyball with Jesus
Published:
4/29/2012
Format:
E-Book (available as Mobi files) What's This
ISBN:
978-1-46890-301-0
This is a book of essays on trying to live a surrendered life; letting God be in control (since He is anyway). These essays range from whining to humorous in tone; though I hope all are ultimately hopeful and encouraging.
Pain Killers I want pain killers. I freely admit that if I had a choice between feeling the pain or medicating the pain, I am whole-heartedly in the "give me drugs" camp. In fact, I am head counselor and camp director. I am a red-head, that's my excuse. I read a study once that suggested red-heads feel pain more intensely than others. I cut that article out, blew it up to poster size, made copies, laminated them, and put them up in every room in the house, my office, and my friends' houses. I even stood next to the "will work for beer" man on the corner and handed them out to cars as they stopped at the light. I paid that man to hold up the poster along with his sign so that when I left, the message would still get out. I had an explanation and everyone needed to know it. I wanted to appear suffering, yet brave, and I would do anything I could to help this beautiful martyr image along. Ok, maybe I haven't been quite that extreme, but I do not hurt in silence. I have always felt that if I was miserable it would be important that those around me acknowledged and suffered with me. I do not like pain and will avoid it at all costs. But if it comes, batten down the hatches, we're in for a bumpy ride. I do understand that pain is an important mechanism for alerting us there is a problem. I know emotional pain works in a similar way and often helps us to make the change we needed but would not have made without the discomfort. Even so, ibuprofen is a good friend, and for those really sad times chocolate must be on hand. That is why when I read in Matthew that Jesus, while on the cross in excruciating pain, refused gall (a pain reliever according to some translators), I am blown away. I cannot imagine that kind of torture. I believe I would go out of my mind. I would definitely not refuse anything that could at least take the edge off. Why would someone do that? He could still have fulfilled his mission, but with a little less agony involved.
Ellen Topness lives with her husband, son, dog, and two cats in Beaverton, Oregon. She is a counselor and writer and spends the rest of her time talking, even if just to the dog.
 
 


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