Buddhist Catholic Contemplative Evangelical General Christian Hindu Jewish Latter-day Saint Muslim New Visions Progressive Christian

Beliefs

Topics

Columnists

Resource Library

Research Tools

Video

Podcasts

Thought Readers

Faith In Media Tracker

Newsletters

Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In Subscription Support

Follow Patheos

Sick Pilgrim

Home
Catholic
Dark Devotional: Holy Thursday: Thy Uncomfortable Will Be Done

Dark Devotional: Holy Thursday: Thy Uncomfortable Will Be Done

Last updated on: March 24, 2016 at 8:54 am by Matt Lafleur

Dark Devotional: Holy Thursday: Thy Uncomfortable Will Be Done 2016-03-24T08:54:40-05:00 Matt Lafleur

LOGO Patheos Explore the world's faith through different perspectives on religion and spirituality! Patheos has the views of the prevalent religions and spiritualities of the world.

Life, death, time. That about covers it.

“The stage is set. The curtain rises. We are ready to begin.”

Benedict Cumberbatch probably wasn’t thinking of Christianity when he recited those lines, yet his words are fitting on this first night of the Triduum. This was the night of the first Mass, the beautiful origin of washing your contemporaries’ feet, the great betrayal of Jesus by one of his own. Holy Thursday. The following days would bring the greatest hardships to both Jesus and his followers and would, eventually, lead to a great salvific victory for all of humanity.

Shit was about to get real.

After the first Mass (when the apostles were probably relieved to find that Jesus wasn’t asking them to be cannibals, despite all the confusion in John 6:52), when Jesus obliterated societal norms by washing his homies’ feet, Jesus faced his greatest existential crisis: feeling abandoned by God, yet intellectually assured in his theology. The old self-doubt versus confidence .

Hello darkness, my old friend.

After withdrawing about a stone’s throw from them [his disciples] and kneeling, he prayed, saying, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup away from me; still, not my will but yours be done.” (Luke 22:41-42)

This glimpse into the vulnerability of Jesus strikes me. In my young faith, God was the kingly opposite of me: always secure in his limitless confidence. He was strong and I was weak; he was joy and I was ennui; he was everything I wasn’t.

In other words, I felt I sucked. Believing in an absolute champion made life more bearable.

In a large part, I disliked myself because of my physical condition, which depleted my coordination in my teenage years. In fifth grade, I played every sport; I used a wheelchair full-time in college.

And you think puberty was rough for you.

As my dexterity diminished during my already awkward voice-cracking years, I despaired. In my immature vision, the cold, cruel world was drowning my strange, sad self. Incubus gave intense if not melodramatic voice to my mute soul.

I dig my toes into the sand

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind

Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy, happy

Being so unsatisfied with myself, and willing to accept the presence and comfort of the supernatural, I defined God in my terms: an escape from life’s frustration, unlike me in every way. I was a mess; God is perfect. Period. A divine escape.

This simple understanding of God buoyed me as I transferred from high school to college and from walking to using a wheelchair. And, hell, it served its purpose. My angst at myself only made me a holier Christian boy.

An easy way to hate your life in an acceptable way is to believe in a God who only exists as everything you are not.

Like a shiny cross-shaped balloon, my faith seemed impressive to everyone, even me, though it was almost entirely my own hot air. The inevitable needle came from a wandering minister I met at a free lunch hosted by the campus Catholic church every week. Since he seemed out of place and was sitting alone, I happily rolled up to him. When this new Protestant speaker from out of town asked me about my faith, I obliged with my story of going from a elementary athlete to president of my college Catholic student center, now sitting in a wheelchair. I went through most of my spiritual vulnerabilities with him – feeling embittered, excluded from God’s love, and inexplicably alone; the time I was prayed over by a faith healer (That was a hell of a time.); and more.

He listened intently with a look of understanding and piety. After I finished speaking, he took a deep breath and looked away. I expected some words of encouragement from this newfound minister-friend.

“Well, I know one thing,” he said willfully, after his long dramatic pause. “If I were in your situation, Jesus wouldn’t let me be in a wheelchair.”

…

What the hell?

His stark reply left my head spinning. With an abrupt but not impolite excuse, I left my recent minister-friend and the building, to be alone and to process.

The clouds of self-doubt began to gather in my mind. To believe in a healing God and still be sitting in a wheelchair was a painful paradox, one I didn’t like to think about much.

The fledgling pastor’s words, I reflected, were the extreme but appropriate climax of a simple theology – not to say a Protestant one, because as a Catholic I can attest that this fickle belief pervades across denominations. If the strong are “with God,” then the weak must be far from him. This belief is a welcome escape for the insecure, but doesn’t compute for the confident. So God is either (a) an esoteric comfort just beyond our human reach or (b) the fuel that empowers pretty people who quote “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,” out of the Bible and out of context; God is either hope for the weak or endurance for the strong. To say he is both is simplistic. And damn inconsistent.

For a believer in God to willingly face suffering, even the not-so-bad limitation of being confined to a wheelchair, seemed abhorrent to the minister. Yet, as I learned kicking and screaming, sometimes accepting hardship is necessary, even though it sucks.

It seems Jesus knew this better than I do. He prayed, “Father, if you are willing, take this cup away from me; still, not my will but yours be done.” Not “Father, it’s me, so don’t allow me to suffer.” That vagabond pastor, my scapegoat for my own simplistic theology, prayed to God, “Still, not your will, but mine be done.”

This Easter, my hope is that we experience the days leading up to it less as a great display of power, and more as an awful situation that Jesus found himself in. And I hope we realize in our darkest moments, when we’ve been spit on and abandoned and when we see death fast approaching, we have the stubbornness to hang on just a while longer. Maybe that stubbornness can even be called courage.

So in preparation for the holiest day of the year, the remembrance of Jesus giving the middle finger to death, may we experience in both a holy and wholly way the darkness and pitfalls of our lives.

Or whatever that means. Coming down from a religious presumption, may we learn all we can from the shitty moments we face, instead of hurriedly brushing them off. May we endure no matter what.

Because Easter is coming.

Keep your heads up. The game, my friends, is on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rXx6sk6YqZ0

Matt Lafleur sometimes writes under the pen name Blanford Stay.

Matthew Lafleur is trudging through life in a variety of ways: dark and giddy, serious and funny, meaningful and preposterous. So he’s at home in the Catholic Church. His existential wandering got serious when he submitted to full-time wheelchair use at age 18 because of Friedreich’s ataxia, which you can read about here. He has a bachelor’s in English literature and a master’s in mental health counseling. You can find him brooding and musing on Facebook and Twitter. He’s a regular contributor to Sick Pilgrim.

Previous Post

March 22, 2016

Losing It: Colleen Mitchell Reads Seth Haines

Next Post

March 24, 2016 Good Friday Dark Devotional: The Day God Abandoned God

Browse Our Archives

Select a Category Advent Approaching Mystery art Book Reviews Catholic Ghost Story Catholicism community Confession Current Events Dark Devotional Deconstruction Deconstruction Fellow Travelers I Want To Believe Interview Laudato Si Lent Mary Matthew's Letters Movie Reviews Music Reviews Our Charism Personal Essay Pilgrims Pope Francis Popular Piety Prayer Publishing Richard Beck Saints Satan Sheed and Ward Sick Pilgrim Charism Sick Pilgrim Chats Sick Pilgrim Events Sick Pilgrim Travelin' Medicine Show Sick Pilgrimage to The West Sick Pilgrims Small Joys Spiritual Autobiography Spooky Files of Ave Maria Magazine Spooky October Spooky Pilgrim Spooky Pilgrimage Strange Journey The Inklings Things Keeping Us Going Trying to Say God TV Reviews Uncategorized women in the Catholic Church Wonder Podcast Write the Vision

Select a Month February 2022 January 2022 December 2021 November 2021 October 2021 September 2021 August 2021 July 2021 June 2021 May 2021 April 2021 March 2021 February 2021 January 2021 December 2020 April 2020 March 2020 February 2020 January 2020 December 2019 October 2019 September 2019 July 2019 June 2019 May 2019 April 2019 March 2019 February 2019 January 2019 December 2018 November 2018 October 2018 September 2018 August 2018 July 2018 June 2018 May 2018 April 2018 March 2018 February 2018 January 2018 December 2017 November 2017 October 2017 September 2017 August 2017 July 2017 June 2017 May 2017 April 2017 March 2017 February 2017 January 2017 December 2016 November 2016 October 2016 September 2016 August 2016 July 2016 June 2016 May 2016 April 2016 March 2016 February 2016 January 2016 December 2015

TAKE THE

Religious Wisdom Quiz

True or False: Paul's first missionary journey was with Silas.

Select your answer to see how you score.

TRUE FALSE