I Know Nothing: It’s True
Did you ever feel like you were more familiar with your problems than God’s provision?
That’s been my experience on occasion. The problem loves to keep you in its grasp, not unlike an addiction.
When you’re addicted to something, you crave it because you cannot live without. Your mind obsesses over it, your heart races, everything inside you wants to feel the euphoric rush of that first hit.
An addiction has a voice in the life of the addicted. It’s a master at selling you on a lie. It makes you believe in an illusory world. It’s not a pleasant world, it’s actually rather hellish.
We can get addicted to the chaos we pray to be set free from. Take Post-Traumatic Stress for example. The sufferer lives in fearful anticipation of an event that occurred in their recent past potentially repeating itself in the present moment. It may never come, but sometimes it does. Fear reinforces itself by offering you evidence. Again, it’s the lie.
The repetitious cycle of chaos brings the sufferer into a mood stabilizing state of calming familiarity. Science has proven it. Every cell in our body has specific receptor sites that are designed to receive nerve proteins, or neuropeptides that fit like keys into little locks (pores). The body craves the dominant chemical state that it is being deprived of when life gets better.
Call it a state of chaotic homeostasis.
Some researchers believe this is where anxiety comes from. I’m no expert, but I’ve learned from my own experience how challenging it can be to shift gears when your life has been nothing but chaos.
I take comfort in the the words of Paul in 1 Corinthians 2:2 “For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified.”
I had rehearsed my hurts so many times that I’d actually memorized my pain on a cellular level. As I’ve pondered this verse, it’s wisdom strikes me like a bolt of lightening.
Like Paul, I needed to know nothing. No thing, except Christ, and him crucified. I had to stop rehearsing my hurts and take control of my runaway thoughts. The process feels like two gladiators locked in an arena, fighting to the death.
I’m not saying I’ve arrived, but I feel like I’ve let go of 90% of the pain that kept demanding my attention in the present. Thank God I feel free, freer than I’ve felt in years.
From one Dusty Disciple to another...I feel good saying I Know Nothing.
Pastor Jeremy E.