You’ve pinpointed the idols your parents worshipped, and owned how you were an unwilling child sacrifice to them.
You’ve been surfacing your rage at the arbitrariness of it all, the terrible cost you’ve paid from actions taken by adults when you were small and powerless.
Now what?
How do we find our way to serenity and joy instead staying stuck in turmoil and rage?
How do we break the parental idolatry-child sacrifice cycle of generations?
How do we avoid both replicating our parents idols? Or reacting and riding the pendulum to the other, opposite idolatry that results in child sacrifices as well?
For me, at least, I need a love greater than the pain to invade from the outside and set me free.
Speaking for Myself
As a voiceless, ignored child who is finding my true voice, I’m just going to say it.
I need an infinite, ultimately good parent who sacrifices Himself at His expense for me.
I need One who ever hears my cries, and is utterly good to me even when I’m at my worst and out of control and then displease or hurt Him.
In other words, I need the real thing and the right thing in huge doses to displace the toxic thing and the raging thing of being an unwilling child sacrifice.
I need to be plunged into the ocean of God’s immeasurable, utterly uniquely good love when rivers of rage from human evils are flowing hard.
Unbreaking the Utterly Broken
Something horrible done against my will to me needs to be broken off of me in my innermost being.
Something wounded and producing its own “superfund toxic dumpsite” of fresh wrongs inside of me needs healing and undeserved care.
It’s owning that I am both victim and victimizer, wounded and wounding, child sacrifice and one who blindly sacrificed my own kids as well.
It’s owning that, like so many of you, I had ridden the pendulum to some opposite extremes from my parents.
And, as a father of 20-something young adults, I can see how, beyond their own choices, some of my own blind spots of idolatry disguised as “the right way” have hurt them.
Encounters with Grace
I was processing all of this at a recent prayer retreat where we leaders were directed to stop preaching about but simply receive the love of God.
It was kind of hokey.
I’d heard it all before.
Yet, strangely, beautifully, this time I began to have a fresh experience of the immensity and immeasurability of God’s love for children.
That He especially loves children sacrificed against their will and over their objections to something terrible that selfish adults wanted more.
Something shifted and softened because something good filled my waste places.
I began to see that the answer wasn’t more analysis, or better emoting, or wiser coping strategies.
It was simply to plunge my sorrows into His infinitely more immeasurable and very personal love for adult children like me.
To go to Him with my bag of pain and open again the door of my heart and allow His ever-knocking love to come on in and reside again–holy and triumphant and happy!
Elegant Simplicity
There is a world of difference between a crass and simplistic approach and this elegant, indescribable simplicity of letting ourselves be loved by Him.
Images like my wife holding close a fussy, tantrum-throwing, resisting toddler until the child relaxed and allowed her mother’s love to envelop her and change her misery into peace.
If we will allow Him, God’s love will emotionally re-parent us and work tirelessly to redeem us from the damage and pain of our being an unwilling child sacrifice.
He will, if we allow Him to love us like that, begin to use our sorrow as a treasury of kindness, wisdom, compassion, and goodness to our fellow pilgrims.
Because it takes one to know one.
Because the best help is from someone slightly further down the same road we must trod.
What we need is someone who, in kindness and recognition, reaches back to grab our hand and show us the next few steps forward through the mist.
There is a solution!
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