For addicts, there is plenty that remains hidden. We pour so much energy into keeping our secrets. Yet it is one of the greatest moments of an addict’s life, and excruciatingly painful at the same time, when the secrets are exposed and the truth comes out.
We fight against that moment for a long time, but then after it happens, we experience the sort of release and relief that was impossible without it.
It’s not just the secret life of addiction and sin that is hidden, though. Sadly, much of The Good Life remains hidden also.
Ransomed Heart provided this daily reading today about the questions that are hidden in our hearts and the need to take a journey to recover things we have lost. This is something that many of us have given up on.
The fact that we have given up shows that we have forgotten the larger story and have become trapped in a puny version of life.
It is possible to recover the lost life of our heart and with it the intimacy, beauty, and adventure of life with God. To do so we must leave what is familiar and comfortable—perhaps even parts of the religion in which we have come to trust—and take a journey. This journey first takes us on a search for the lost life of our heart, and for the voice that once called us in those secret places; those places and times when our heart was still with us.
The first challenge is to believe that the lost life of the heart is worth recovering and can be reclaimed.
While skeptics and cynics, many of whom are Christians jaded by what seem to be empty promises of healing and freedom, will say this sort of life is not attainable, God is inviting us to believe Him. He has not lied to us.
He has life to the full for us, and that life includes a healed heart which can embrace intimacy, beauty and adventure with God.
Porn is a terrible substitute. But if we have given up, it seems better than nothing, and much easier to obtain than this more mysterious life with God. And yet, even our substitute of porn cannot satisfy and we know all to well the bitter aftertaste of porn’s failure to give our hearts anything of value or substance.
As Augustine said, paraphrasing, we are restless until we find our rest in God.