I figured out why I was in a major funk about a month ago.
I was trying to be God.
You see, my heart was heavy for reasons unknown. I wondered if I was affected by the death of the innocent 7 year old, Danielle van Dam (I was, but that wasn't the source of my deep funk). I wondered if it was work-related. I wondered if the remodeling at our house was causing it.
Nope, I was trying to play God.
I was trying to be the one who convicts people of their errant ways and to show them The Way, Jesus Christ. While I can show them The Way through my words and deeds, I cannot convict them; that is God's job (or, more specifically the job of the Holy Spirit).
So there I was, little mortal sinful me, trying to be God. I can emulate, follow, and honor Him, but, obviously, I can't be Him.
So, the huge funk was lifted off my weary shoulders as I threw the burden back on the Shoulders on which they should have been in the first place. Actually, the burden was on His shoulders the whole time, but I couldn't see it through my deep well of sorrow and hurt over those that do not have Christ Jesus in their hearts.
So, why would I call myself "Narrow-Minded Simpleton," a moniker
that is usually launched with derision towards far-right Christian
"lunatics" who quote the Bible all the time and think there's only
one (simple) Way to Heaven?