Chaska
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I am currently reading a book by Donald Miller called Searching for God Knows What and as I get through the first few pages of the eighth chapter I am struck with my lack of humility and trust in God. Miller is commenting on how as humans we are constantly comparing ourselves to others and from that comparison finding self worth. Trivial things that don't mean much in the grand scheme of things can make a person very upset. Little things like someone cutting in front of you in a line or cutting in front of you in a lane. It will cost you a couple seconds to a couple minutes, and that isn't all that much. But it feels like a slight on you as a person, it feels like that person has decided that their needs are more important and your needs are trivial. Miller wrote "somebody cutting in front of you on the road is only going to cost you a second but it fees like something more; it feels like there is a penalty for not being respected by other people, it feels like you are going to die unless you get some kind of respect and appreciation...we are comparing ourselves to one another and if somebody says they are better than you,it makes you very frustrated inside and you get sad or angry or bitter about it." Miller then goes on about how we were created to gain our worth from knowing God loves us and that the link providing that knowledge has been broken by the fall: "God wired us so that He told us who we were, and outside that relationship, the relationship that said we were loved and valuable and beautiful, we didn't have any worth at all...God made everybody and the Bible very clearly states He loves everybody [therefore everyone is equal]. But, as Paul said, if those relations are disturbed, the relations between God and man, then we feel the desire to be loved and respected by other people instead of God, and if we don't get that love and respect, we feel very sad or angry because we know that our glory is at stake, that if there isn't some glory being shone through us by somebody who has authority, we'll be dead inside, like a little light will go out and our souls will feel dark, like nothing can grow there." And it's funny, cause its the little things that people do that hurt me. It's my menial short-comings that get me depressed. For example, DPS and gear. I enjoy playing WoW. I enjoy it when I do well at playing WoW. I am not the top of the DPS list. Sometimes, it feels like the tanks are right on my tail for DPS and as a DPS spec it makes me feel lower on the ladder. I start comparing myself to other DPS spec characters. I would make petty comparisons to justify myself as a worthy player. I mean, I may not have the highest DPS but in that run that time, I was the only person de-cursing the whole 25 man raid when there were 6 people able to. Their selfish attempts to keep their DPS numbers high make me a better person. Like I said, petty, but I felt the need to justify myself. I wanted people to think me worthy to raid with. It was easy to fall into the lies that DPS and gear gave me self-worth, which it never does because, as I found, once you have 1600 DPS there are people around you with 2000-2600 DPS and it just is never enough. Reading the book, I was convicted about this petty behaviour. It reoccurred to me that it isn't about me and fulfillment can only be found in relationship to Jesus Christ. I mean old news I suppose in The Forgiven guild but there it is. I mean it's good to strive to do well. But truth be told, I get more pleasure and joy listening to Eric sing and to Giggles giggle and relating in a fun way with the wonderful people in the guild and in the SGA than 5-digit crits and that one time being 2nd only to Atavus on single-target dps in a 25-man raid. Those latter moments are kinda cool, but fleeting and really quite empty. If I was a good writer, I'd know how to finish this in a meaningful way that wraps up my thoughts...but hey, I musician and as far as I'm concerned the strongest way to end some thing is V I.
Pax
PS. I apologize for the lack of spaces separating thoughts and any grammar/spelling errors. My editor (John) was in the car driving home from school when I wrote this
Pax
PS. I apologize for the lack of spaces separating thoughts and any grammar/spelling errors. My editor (John) was in the car driving home from school when I wrote this