“Therefore, in order to keep me from being too elated, a thorn was given me in the flesh…” 2 Corinthians12:7
The Apostle Paul talks about an experience of being “caught up into Paradise” where he received revelations of an “exceptional” character. By his own testimony, this experience put him in danger of being “too elated.” And so, again by Paul’s own interpretation of events, God gave him a “thorn in the flesh” to keep him from becoming too elated. Paul prayed three times for God to remove this thorn, but the answer was no.
I have been thinking about this story since last month when our prayer for the tumor in my head to totally disappear was not answered in the specific way we requested.
I am different from Paul. Being too elated is not normally a risk for me. Rather the opposite. I seem by nature to be visionary about what is possible and pessimistic about whether people will embrace what is not yet a reality. I am not a person who gets “too elated.”
But I have been asking myself whether the tumor remaining in place might help me change in some way. If I removed the words “too elated” from Paul’s sentence, how would I fill in the blank? I am not suggesting that God is leaving the tumor “to teach me a lesson.” That would seem an over-dramatic loss of perspective on God’s part. I don’t think God acts that way.
But it might be good for me to think more about who I am, and who I could be that would be better. Paul’s thorn in the flesh apparently was for his own good. The remains of the tumor may be for mine. Its continued presence seems to prevent me from jumping out of my contemplative thought processes of the last 21 months. It keeps me focused on spiritual things, and who I want to be as a spiritual person.
So my question to myself is “In order to keep me from being too…what?” Or maybe, “In order to help me stop being too…something?”
My first thought was—too pessimistic. Creative pessimism has come naturally to me for most of my life. But I find that these last two years have made me less pessimistic. It must be all the thinking about this world and the next, all the drawing nearer to God and being aware of God’s goodness, all the support and prayers of people around the world. I find I am not the pessimist I used to be. And I am surprised. But I like it.
Too harsh? Too willing to be critical? Perhaps most people would not use the term to describe me. But some would. And I would. I think that in some ways I have become more kind in the thoughts of my heart since the tumor appeared. Perhaps God’s hope for us is that we become all kindness and no harshness toward one another. I hope I am moving a little in that direction.
Too impatient? For sure I can be impatient. And is impatience really anger that I don’t control the world and can’t make everything go as I want it to go? Is impatience really a complaint about other people? About God?
Too willing to put sounds and images in my mind that are unpleasant, unedifying? Can I learn not to watch that violent movie, that latest of a long line of TV shows degrading to human beings?
To keep me from becoming too…what? To help me stop being too…what?
The old theological term for this process is sanctification; the Biblical term is “growing up into Christ.” God wants me to be a better person than I am. Somehow the last two years have helped. Somehow still having the tumor seems to be helping.
I recently read that the poet Walt Whitman once suggested we examine what is going on in our minds, and dismiss anything we find there that is insulting to our souls.
I am looking inside for the things that are insulting to my soul. And asking God to help me dismiss those things.
I find the process refreshing.