There is no shame when you cry yourself to sleep. Crying is a God-given expressive emotion, which is a result of something joyous, or deep anguish that one cannot contain within. Although crying yourself to sleep is often a result of the latter.
I personally believe we live in a generation where there is a lot of judgemental stigma among Christian believers, where people feel shameful to literally cry out for help, and in return they are judged and condemned, often from fundamentalist beliefs that falsely accuse the oppressed that Christians shouldn’t get depressed, or Christians shouldn’t worry. Even the Bible equips us with profound passages of Scripture to encourage us, when we do worry or grow anxious in testing times in our daily lives.
And it doesn’t help the individual, when critics choose to poke fun of your out-of-work season as an anecdote to gossip with others. I wouldn’t curse anyone to be unemployed in today’s day and age, especially when typical job on the market are for short-term employment.
It doesn’t help to live in a very secularised society, when your recent educational academics revolve around “religious” studies, and your last employment dates back a year, only to be shafted out the job due to internal politics on the issue of being bullied by senior management. And it doesn’t help anybody, when your skillset is a bit old-school, even though there is significant and proven experience to actually get the job done. I am also troubled of certain organisations who groom internal candidates – even before a job advert is placed, which defeats the purpose of advertising in the public realm. It also goes against the ethical values of equal opportunities and moral standards, especially of select organisations.
Indeed, there is a natural call for concern for not being able to secure paid work (I speak from experience), and the only thing you are clinging onto is the biblical promise that God will provide (whilst applying like mad for realistic jobs behind the scenes), but you never… NEVER use someone else’s struggle as a cheap illustration to poke fun, simply because they choose to BELIEVE that God will provide in His timing. Some people choose to believe in life on Mars. But not me, I instead choose to believe in the divine power of the LORD God that He will provide for me in His perfect timing. I either have enough faith in the size of a mustard seed, or I’m a foolish Christian.
It’s such critics that can result in the tragedy of a human being to swing towards another direction in life – away from God, or worse, when they choose to pull the plug – only when they genuinely feel there is no hope. Not me, hence my stubborn faith in God remains strong, as I lean on God’s steadfast love. At the time of writing, I may not pride myself with worldly statuses and materials like the norm, but I choose to invest my future in Christ, for Jesus tells us to lay our treasures in Heaven in Matthew 6:19-21 (ESV).
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Like I said, there is no shame when you cry yourself to sleep (physically or metaphorically speaking). For me, it’s the spiritual confusion that recently triggered a personal string with me from a bemusing incident, which I’m afraid I cannot express or write here, perhaps in coded l33t speak, but not in plain English.
All I can say is that I feel for God, and the sadness of His inwardly divided body of Christ. Above all, it’s sad when people only look after themselves, much like the big cheese of corporate businesses, where the top dog receives the world’s praise – even though it’s the minions who slave the labour and love (and fear for their jobs) at the bottom of the corporate food chain.
When you see people who display a particular body language, or when you recognise something is not right in their persona or wellbeing, in the sense that they do not appear to be their normal self, please do not be afraid to ask “How are you?”
For the one who actually recognised something. I wholeheartedly applaud you, and it brought a smile to my cheeks! In fact, I wished I could know you better in return, but I guess that is one of the predicaments of the world that we live in. *sigh*
Indeed, asking someone’s wellbeing may open up a can of worms of overflowing emotions that may demand the cleaning of one’s ears to actually listen to someone in need, but for the love for the LORD, please do not judge others for being themselves… and may I also encourage you not to swing your feet to another direction. I also talk to my inner self, when I speak (type) these words.
Too many people these days are finding a lack of hope, even within the doors of a local church (due to self-serving attitudes and hardened hearts), even though they may/do have a real and living relationship with the LORD – and so, they will contemplate in that doubt of Christian rejection, and instead listen to the father of lies and do something stupid – or worse, because nobody who represents the body of Christ is taking any diddly-squat attention for folk who typically don’t scream for attention in your usual extroverted fashion.
If there is one thing that I learned from seminary school (well, technically it was actually my honours dissertation) that I wish the Church would actually engage with around the world, and that’s Christian counselling. Or in my conclusive understanding it’s biblical Christian counselling, where only God’s Living Word can transform the human flesh and hardened heart to praise our Heavenly Father.