Sometimes life is hard.

Sometimes we want to give up.

Sometimes we do.

Who could blame us, really? With hearts anchored to guilt and shame, with our lifeblood consisting of inadequacy and fear, with minds veiled in doubt and uncertainty, who could blame us for giving up? Who could blame us for giving in? Who could blame us for calling it quits? Who could blame us when life is so hard?

There are days when we just can’t go on. There are days when the whole world is against us. There are days when getting out of bed is task too large. There are days when all we want to do is forget. Forget the pain. Forget the anxiety. Forget the childhood. Forget the family. Forget the abandonment. Forget the abuse. Forget the neglect. Forget the rape. Forget the divorce. Forget the screaming. Forget the smoke. Forget the rejection. There are days when we will do just about anything to forget—even if it’s only for a few moments.

Until the entire goal of life becomes the task of forgetting.

That’s how some of us live our lives. We live to forget. To escape. To not feel. And we know it isn’t right. We know it hurts people. We know it is devastating us. But the autopilot has been engaged and reality has become a long abandoned destination and forgetting has become the only course that matters and even if we wanted to jump back into the driver’s seat and turn this baby around—it’s not happening. We are actively pursuing the only goal that matters and we’ll be damned if anything will detour us.

Goodbye reality. Hello destruction.

And some of us—we who have invested our hours upon the pews—wonder where God is in the middle of all this. Where is God when I am oppressed? Where is God when memories flood my soul? Where is God when I can’t go on? Where is God when I sit in the lonely cockpit staring at spinning dials wondering how to regain control of a life spiraling out of control—wondering if I even want to?

But if I’ll shut up for just a moment, if I’ll stay sober and listen carefully, I will hear among the voices in my head that of Jesus crying out,
“Come to me, all of you who are tired and have heavy loads, and I will give you rest. Accept my teachings and learn from me, because I am gentle and humble in spirit, and you will find rest for your lives.”

Come see the Jesus who longs to steer you out of this if you’ll release the controls.

Come learn the truth about who you are.

Come hear the truth about your past.

Come discover the truth about genuine love.

Come find the truth about the realities of this world.

Come realize the truth of life reborn.

Come receive rest… and live!