So, who was it? Who was it that told you that you weren’t good enough? Everyone has a story.
It begins early.
Maybe it was your brother who said that girls couldn’t play hockey.
Maybe it was a classmate who called you “dumb” because you couldn’t master your multiplication tables.
Maybe it was your parents who examined your straight “A” report card and asked why you didn’t get an A+.
Maybe it was a boss who said that folks like you were a dime a dozen and therefore weren’t worth a raise.
Maybe it was your spouse who called you “stupid” in order to feel superior.
Maybe it was a fire-breathing preacher who waved a condemning finger in your face for every little sin.
Maybe it was your God who threatened you with eternal hell-fire for having simple human weakness.
I know you’re not alone. Everyone has a story.
The father of our Lutheran faith, Martin Luther, told a similar tale. He lived in terror of God’s judgment. The church at his time placed impossible demands on people, and those who failed to meet those demands were threatened with the fires of Hell. And Luther was earnestly faithful enough to try to meet all the obligations that were placed on him.
But he feared for his soul.
The litany of requirements was relentless. Prayer every morning, noon, and night. Fifty laps around the rosary. Kiss the feet of a statue of the Virgin Mary. Stare at some saint’s old bones. Hand over your paycheques to the church to spring Uncle Hans from purgatory. And maybe – just maybe – you could fend off the wrath of the Almighty.
But Luther couldn’t do it all. And if anyone had the gumption to pull all this off it was good ‘ol Martin Luther.
But try as he might, he failed, again and again and again. And every time he fell short, he looked to the heavens and his eyes filled with terror.
And he came to the point that he lashed out saying he HATED God. He hated God for...(read the whole thing here)