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How shitty times so often force us to learn and grow

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One spring Saturday my younger brother and I slid onto the bench seat of my dad’s 1960 Chevy truck and rumbled out to a ranch nestled in the shadow of the hogback west of Denver. We wore cowboy boots and over-large leather gloves. We didn’t ask why we were going. We didn’t care. We were visiting a real ranch. Maybe we’d meet a cowboy! Watch him lasso his horse. 

At the ranch Dad handed us shovels and pointed to a pile of horse shit! “Load it in the truck, boys.” 

When life is shitty is when we grow and learn the most.

I learned so much that day.

  • Leather gloves are more than fashion accessories. 
  • Working ranches are grittier than on tv.
  • Horse manure tastes worse than it smells.
  • A little shit won’t kill you.

Once home Dad didn’t tell us not to throw it into the wind. A few face fulls taught us sure enough. But that shit sure greened up the grass.

Why do hard times so often cause us to learn and grow?

Scoop and Spade

Pain Is Spiritual Fertilizer

Though doctors say there is no evidence children’s growing pains are connected with growth, there’s plenty of evidence that pain causes spiritual and emotional growth. 

As a pastoral counselor, I’ve had few clients who just need a tune up. Most are shit deep in pain. And once they address it they grow. 

I’ve also found that until most people suffer, they are not ready for growth. Rather they are too busy yanking their on own boots with broken straps.

And all of us have experienced inexplicable growth during this eternal pandemic.    

Like it or not, pain is God’s fertilizer.

Crow on Lakeshore

Pain Births Vulnerability

“Blessed are those who . . . .” We’d expect Jesus to finish with “are wealthy, have never faced loss, and are well fed.” Instead Jesus drops words picturing pain and vulnerability. Jesus knows a deep and fulfilling life is one of dependence on God. He didn’t just teach this; he lived it. Jesus lived in vulnerability to and dependence on the Father. 

Pain births vulnerability and this is the first step to healing. It opens us up like a flower ready to receive. 

When have you been the most vulnerable? A time of suffering no doubt. 

Antique Glasses
Seeing is not always believing

Pain Makes Us Ask Deeper Questions

Shitty times also make us question perceived reality. This is one of the messages of the book of Job. Job lived, like us, in a time when people believed the lie that the good earned their blessings and the bad earned their curses. Job’s friends told him to ask God what he had done wrong to deserve such shit. But Job knew innocents suffered and that he had done no wrong to deserve this. Out of his suffering Job asked God deeper questions. 

Had Job settled for the easy question and its tepid answer, he never would have demanded his audience with the Creator of all things. And he would have remained as deluded as his friends.

What deeper question has your suffering surfaced? And are you willing to wait for God to address it?

Pain as a Door to Healing
Pain as a Door to Healing

Pain Opens Us to Mystery

Notice I used the word address not answer. God seldom answers our questions. Especially why questions. This is largely because the answers to why questions are buried in soil too rich and laden with truth for our beautiful but limited minds to mine. 

“Were you there when . . . ?” God asks Job and each of us in turn to address our cry of why.

Even asking lesser beings why questions leaves us stammering. 

“I love you,” The Redheaded-Wildflower tells me.

“Why?” I ask out of self-doubt.

“Your blue eyes?” This may be true but we both know it’s more than that. But what that more is we can’t name. 

Instead I bask in the mystery of The Redheaded-Wildflower’s love because if I could explain it, I would diminish it. And her.

When we can’t even plumb our own why, what hope have we to unravel God’s? 

It’s impossible to bask in pain. But suffering asks us to sit in that place of uncomfortable mystery with God. Because to definitively explain God’s ways would diminish him. And the pain. 

But God does not ignore us or our suffering. He is there. Christ wore our suffering and more! He experienced it, embraced it, and redeemed it. 

A Crack in my Heart
God’s Crack in my Heart

Pain Give Release to our Heart Cries

Again Job: “I cry out to you, God, but you do not answer; I stand up, but you merely look at me.” (Emphasis mine.) Many people believe you shouldn’t complain at or to God. Suffering and the book of Lamentations disabuses us of that untruth. Eventually God did respond though Job ultimately couldn’t fathom what God said. Job did, however, receive God’s comfort.

Pain has cracked open the hard shell of my heart and opened me up to the comfort and love of my family, friends, and God. And I’ve matured, grown, and had something more than clichés to offer others in their pain.

Don’t silence your heart cry. Let it wail.

Aspens first to rebound after a fire
Aspens first to rebound after a fire

Pain Plus God Equals Healing

In her gorgeous and insightful book “Gift from the Sea” Anne Morrow Lindberg writes, “I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.”

Lindbergh knew pain. Her first born baby son was kidnapped and murdered. But her list of what must be added to suffering is incomplete. God is the final ingredient. Ask God about your pain. 

God may not tell us why we suffer. But God will show us what it accomplishes, how, when in God’s powerful, artistic hands suffering is redeemed, suffering shapes us. I am who I am today because of what has sprouted from the manure in my life.  

When have you grown the most in your life? I wager it’s been when you’ve been shoveling shit. 

10 thoughts on “How shitty times so often force us to learn and grow”

  1. True. A few years ago I was stuck on a farm through circumstance. I could only go to town once a month for shopping.. Without running water or electricity.. And a two year old.. In a half built house… And only the Bible to read…
    It was a thorough deep plowing experience and blessing.
    Still don’t know what I’m going to do with all the character I built 🤣🤣🤣
    I can declare that God doesn’t send answers.. He pitches up Himself

    1. Elna: I think I remember you posting about that time. Thanks for sharing how God has “pitched up” himself. Is that a South African phrase? I love it. Someone said God sometimes doesn’t answer because he is the answer.

      And thank you for being a long-distance long-time friend and reader. You have been a blessing.

  2. Georgie Ann Kettig

    I think that I would say (looking back) that the “painful episodes” encountered (usually unexpectedly) along the uncharted “paths”, offered by “life as it happened to happen”, were ultimately very influential in developing more intentional and purposeful plans and attitudes, with regard to choosing what type of path would be preferable to be on,… as we realize that some pain(s) could be avoided, or prepared for, while others are inextricably “woven into the fabric” of life’s vulnerabilities, we may develop some helpful wisdom, as far as “how to cope”, “ride the waves”, “help ourselves and help others”, and “who to turn to for advice”,… sometimes that becomes “Who to turn to”, when the challenges are exceeding simple “human capability”,… Proverbs and Psalms seem to address our situation well,… and when our Prayers lead us to find “relief”, we are very blessed, indeed!,… (-:

    1. Well said. Pain woven into the fabric of our lives are those we question most vociferously and grow from most. And Psalms does guide us and our prayers here.

  3. Bruce Dawkins

    I believe redemption is truly in the heart or hearts of those who suffer and have suffered. Thanks Eugene.

    1. You’re welcome, Bruce. God does seem to infect redemption into our wounds, if we roll up our sleeves and allow him to.

  4. Thank you for this. Thank you for using the right word for it… shit. I’ve wallowed in and shoveled it from others and my own. I believe that God absolutely loves redemption and restoration and until we embrace our own shit and go through it to the other side of restoration… we don’t get to fully enjoy this most tender side of the Lord. It’s a shame people quit on each other… the real tragedy of that is that we don’t get to participate in God’s brilliant and throughly enjoyable redemption of others who we quit on and of ourselves.

    1. Mitch: Wallowed is not a fun picture but true. And through shit does seem to be the path God uses to redemption.I’m glad to have met you on the way.

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