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I long to see Christ formed in me and in those around me. Spiritual formation is my passion. My training was under Dallas Willard at the Renovare Spiritual Formation Institute. One of my regular prayers is this: "This day be within and without me, lowly and meek, yet all powerful. Be in the heart of each to whom I speak, and in the mouth of each who speaks unto me."

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Virtue and a Way Out

Devotional Classics, Blaise Pascal, Excerpt from Pensees

"Thus wishing to appear openly to those who seek him with all their heart and hidden from those who shun him with all their heart, he has qualified our knowledge of him by giving signs which can be seen by those who seek him and not by those who do not. There is enough light for those who desire only to see, and enough darkness for those of a contrary disposition." (p.175)

It seems there is plenty of darkness about. I am distressed when I read the news. I talk with people who are unhappy, sick, and tired. Even the good things in life seem to require so much work. It seems there is more than enough darkness to justify a "contrary disposition" when it comes to seeing God. I sympathize deeply with people who just can't see.

There is a part of me that wants to see the darkness. I used to fantasize about what I would do if something really terrible happened to me, like losing my whole family in a car crash. Then I would really let people have it, I used to say to myself. I would really tell them what I think. Somehow the thought of losing everything gave me a certain pride, a sense of hurt self-righteousness. I would be excused for being mean and losing myself in whatever pleasure I wanted because I had lost so much.

I don't play that fantasy anymore. Yet I do find that the darkness that I dwell on still gives me that "contrary disposition" and often precedes thoughtless acts that hurt myself and others around me. Somehow I need to give myself permission to be mean or lustful. I've heard this is not uncommon.

I have begun to get into a different habit. When the darkness closes in, I have started to call out, "Help!" to God. Usually, for a while I dwell on it or muddle around in it. I am beginning to realize when I'm stuck though. I pull and complain and eventually begin to despair. So I yell, "Help!"

You know what? God comes. Sometimes immediately; usually soon. His words to me change everything, even when the circumstances don't change. That is the power of his words. They bring light into that dark place. It doesn't necessarily take a lot of light to brighten some of those holes. And light always means a way out.

So virtue becomes a way out of my present darkness. It is not a mere "good thing to do" or credit in heaven or points with God. Virtue reminds me to look up when I'm stuck in that hole. It is the habit and practice of looking up at certain points in the day because very likely very soon I will be looking down at myself buried in trouble. Reading the Bible. Saying a practiced prayer. Helping someone out. Hugging a crying child. Such deliberate acts, whether regular or habitual, cause me to look up and cry "Help" in the darkest hours.

On the other end, vices and sins and addictions may take me away from my problem for a moment, but I only find myself buried deeper when I come back. And the darkness deepens. Such things are what I do when I give up and feel despair. "Let us eat and drink for tomorrow we die" is a statement of the utmost despair.

Lord, thank you for providing ways out of the darkness. There is indeed enough light to come after you. You are light; I need only look up. Lift up my eyes so I can see you each day, especially when the darkness is deep. Amen.

When a person is lost in the woods, they need to stay still and call out. What gets people killed is running around and trying to save themselves in a panic. What a good picture of virtue: stop and cry out. What a sobering picture of sin: run around until you fall off a cliff. Both lost. Both found. One alive and one dead.

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