Hope for the Hopeless and Rest for the Weary

hopeless and helpless

I used to preach that Jesus was hope for the hopeless and rest for weary. Unfortunately, for many people, Jesus, or I should say the Evangelical/fundamentalist church, made them weary and hopeless.

What should have been a source of hope and rest turned into something destructive – so destructive that some people have thoughts of ending their life.

It shouldn’t be this way. I am convinced that Jesus, real or not, is not the problem. I find nothing in the words of Jesus that would cause me to lose hope or have thoughts of suicide.

No, it is what the Church has done with Jesus over the past 2,000 years that is the problem. God, Jesus, and the Bible have become tools of manipulation, control, and destruction.

I wish I could share with you the emails I get from people who are former, or trying to be former, Evangelicals. I can’t share them because I respect the privacy of those who email me. For some, my email inbox has become their confessional. I can tell you this: there are a lot people who are hopeless and weary as a result of their immersion in the Evangelical Christian religion.

They often have no place to turn. In many instances, their families or spouses are still in the church. They desperately need someone to talk to, but they have no one to turn to. They can’t go to their pastor — he wouldn’t understand. If they live in a small town, they can’t even seek out a local counselor because everyone will be sure to know (you would have to live in a small town to understand this).

So they suffer silently. In the night they toss and turn and wonder what has gone wrong. Where is God? There is no God. Where is the God of hope? There is no hope. Where is the God who gives rest? There seems to be no rest.

Their thoughts turn to suicide. No, I can’t do that, I’ll go to hell. Wait, there is no God, who gives a shit?

I want you to know I give a shit. I have been where you are and some days I am still where you are. There are a lot of readers of this blog who know your story. They have lived it. They are still living it. They know the struggle you are going through — the struggle of a life of faith that has turned into faithlessness, a life of believing that has turned into unbelief. Maybe you are like the man in the Bible who cried “Lord I believe. Help my unbelief.”

I am not out to convert you to my cause or change you. It does not matter whom you worship, where you worship, what you believe, or what label you give yourself.

My desire for you is hope and rest.

For many of us, the Evangelical Christian faith has damaged us mentally and emotionally. The wounds and scars run deep. All the attempts in the world to marginalize our feelings will come to naught. We know what we know…

It’s late.

I can hear the clock ticking.

Another night with no sleep.

I hear my lover snoring.

I think of our life together.

So much time wasted.

So much work invested in things that do not matter.

Years have passed us by.

God we served you.

God we loved you.

God we worshiped you.

God we left all to follow you.

Careers, ambitions, wealth, family…

All forsaken to follow you.

Only to find out it was all a dream, and a bad dream at that.

And so, in the still of the night, I reflect on the heap of my life.

What am I to make of all this?

Can I go on?

Will I go on?

I must go on.

God or not, there is a life to be lived.

God or not, I still must live as if I am dying.

Because I AM dying.

So much life yet to live.

So much life yet to experience and enjoy.

God is back on the shelf where he belongs.

Maybe I’ll dust him off again on my final day.

Probably not.

Until then, I will live morally and ethically.

Until then, I will love and hate.

Until then, I will walk the path called life the best I know how.

Without God, without the Bible, and most certainly without the church.

I still have hope.

My hope is no longer built on nothing less than Jesus blood and righteousness.

My hope is built on the love and goodness of humankind.

These days the only gods I see are my family, friends, and fellow humans.

I devote myself to these gods.

I worship them.

That’s enough for me.

I will leave eternity to another day.

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5 Comments

  1. Angiep

    “These days the only gods I see are my family, friends, and fellow humans. I devote myself to these gods. I worship them. That’s enough for me.” Beautifully stated. How wonderful to be able admit this without fear or guilt.
    Also: “I want you to know I give a shit. I have been where you are and some days I am still where you are. There are a lot of readers of this blog that know your story. They have lived it. They are still living it.” Yes, I second that, and we do care.

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  2. John Arthur

    Hi Bruce,

    “I am convinced that Jesus, real or not, is not the problem. I find nothing in the words of Jesus that would cause me to lose hope or have thoughts of suicide.

    No, it is what the church has done with Jesus over the past 2,000 years that is the problem. God, Jesus and the Bible have become tools of manipulation, control and destruction.”

    With these words, I heartily concur. Many thanks for this post, Bruce.

    Shalom,
    John Arthur

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  3. TLC

    Call me one of the weary ones. I very much appreciate the support and encouragement I find here, from you, Bruce, and the others.

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  4. Brian

    ONE door and only ONE and yet its sides are two…
    I’m on the INSIDE, so fuhuhuck YOU!
    (Naw, shucks, I’m kidding. We really love all people and if you will say these simple prayers, God the one true Father and his Son and the Holy Spirit too will unlock the one door and you can come in and enjoy this church social. Now say after me, “I am a filthy shitbag of flesh….” C’mon, now, God wants you to be happy… You are doing very very well and are on a sound Biblical course! Now say, Jesus died for me before I was even alive and the holy smoke is more real than I am! Good goood you are doing fine. Now give Jesus your heart and say you want to die! Say it! Don’t worry, Jesus will save you, it’s just the way we do things here, just as the Bible tells us. Don’t worry about the money, just yet. We’ll come to that later. (Omit this last statement if you are at a tent revival meeting. If there is a tent, then the money comes out of your pocket sooner to fuel miracles!)
    So goes the best non-R rated television show in all history, rehearsed for years and years even before T.V. arrived on the scene. It has to be true because look how old it is! A smidgen more than two thousand years! Just like the earth itself! (I could go on but I do not wish to become offensive 😉
    Brian (Creation Miniseries International Incorporated)

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    1. another ami

      I initially read that last bit as Creation Miseries International Incorporated. Then I caught my mistake, but realized there is really is no difference. Creationism miseries indeed.

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