So yesterday I reposted a post on how COPS is a commentary on the despair in our world, or at least USAmerica. I lamented why this world seems so screwed up, where God is in the mix of all this screwed-upness, and what I am I to do in the face of all the screwed-upness in my own backyard (which truth be told is in a lovely culdesac in the exurbes of Grand Rapids, very far removed from all the screwed-upness…).

Some people commented and identified with my lament and helplessness. But one fellow scriber thought that me “devoting 2 hours of your time to watch a show like COPS is a comment on your despair.” And then he wrote the perfectly Christian response: “I’ll pray for you.”

I was pretty pissed after I read that. I was like, “who is this guy to suggest that I have ‘despair’! I am perfectly hopeful and UN-despairing thank you very much…and you can take your prayer and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” (Sorry Pistol, but that’s how I felt…at the time.)

But as I thought about it throughout the day and more this morning I realized I am despairing.

About a lot of things.

Then I read a post by another fellow scriber called “Hour of Complaint” by Jemila Kwon in which she just writes a list of cathartic complaints. I resonated with so much of what she wrote.

And then I started tearing and thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown so I though I would bleed my own soul all over the blogosphere.

So here is my own “Hour of Complaint”:

  1. I feel like I’m not doing enough.
  2. Other people are luckier than I. They look better, do better, perform better, care better, and are just better.
  3. I feel like I suck.
  4. I feel helpless.
  5. I feel mildly depressed.
  6. Why am I depressed? Christians should not be depressed but should have the “joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart, damn it! (where?)”
  7. There are big pieces of me that confuse and scare the shit out of me that I feel are hopelessly irreconcilable. Lord what am I too do?
  8. I think I am still affected by being kicked out of ministry a year and a half ago…and feel I’ll never be good at being a pastor nor be able to “do ministry” again.
  9. Am I making the biggest mistake of my life by going to seminary?
  10. How am I to start a church? How can I be a pastor and even THINK I could teach and shepherd with so much personal brokenness?
  11. Sometimes I want to chuck it all to the wind, move to Canada, and just live an anonymous simple life known by no one.
  12. Like Jemila: I am genetically prone to deep thinking and anxiety–not fair!
  13. I hate West Michigan.
  14. Even more I hate West Michigan Christians…a bunch of fakers, the whole lot of ’em.
  15. I identify more with the .alt/indy crowd here now than the ubermajority (like 97.32%) Christian culture.
  16. I want to love the Bride of Jesus and devote myself to Her, but that Bride seriously disgusts me sometimes.
  17. I’m becoming cynical. Am I a genetically wired cynic?
  18. I’m a bundle of contradictions that seem hopelessly irreconcilable.
  19. I turn 28 this year. Have I made a difference, yet? Will I make a difference or am I resigned to a normal, boring, TYPICAL USAmerican life, let alone a normal, boring, typical USAmerican Christian life?
  20. Life is not the “Leave it to Beaver” episode I was conned into believing growing up in West Michigan. Life bites. Life is a struggle marked by one broken refrigerator, missed opportunity, health scare, rejection, and car failure after another.

Lord, come quickly, to sooth and heal and restore what the locusts have eaten…

-jeremy

PS- thanks for your words, Pistol, and for praying…