“Make your mess your message.” Robin Roberts said yesterday on ESPN when she described why she made her health struggles with breast cancer and MDS public, rather than hiding them and pushing forward.
So often the tenets of my faith as a Christian and the events of life seem disconnected. Pastors tell me God blesses the faithful followers of Jesus. Life teaches me that good people have seizures, the tenderhearted are trampled on by the aggressive, and cheaters sometimes do prosper.
I don’t understand. But I refuse to hide behind my confusion. So I make my mess my message.
People have many metaphors for faith. A watchtower. A sactuary. A security blanket. A refuge. In a different world, some of these images held meaning to me. Before the pain and confusion descended upon my life. Now, faith is my battlefield, both in life and in writing.
I know two things in the core of my being. God is unfathomably good, and this world is undeniably broken. Life would be easier if I could deny one of these. But I can’t – they both resonate too deeply in my mind, my heart, and my past.
So I battle. I fight against darkness. I fight against God. I fight to make sense of it all. I do it publicly.
How do you make your mess your message?
This blog is part of a link-up with the Writers Unite group answering the questions: How does faith influence your art? What role does it play? Does your faith have implications in what you write? You can read more answers to these questions this week by searching the Twitter hashtag #faithartlife, or you can start with Jim Woods and Nita Holiday.