Shame can be a pervasively body-mind phenomenon if we allow it to go that far into us. It can cripple us emotionally.
The force of stark and shameful, or just plain embarrassingly painful circumstance can PUSH us into a veritable Slough of Despond.
And the 17th century writer John Bunyan said that many of those among us find it hard to escape from that Slough, and its monstrous child, the Valley of the Shadow of Death, once we’ve sunk into its endless marshy gloom.
So what do we do when the Curse of Humbling Shame pushes down on us?
Push back up, with equivalent force of character!
Welch is right.
We have to break down the Curse that pushes us ever downward, by totally BEARING the brute strength of our oppressive pain - as Jesus did - and in turn harvesting its strength through an attitude of ultimate seriousness.
You see, pain is universal. It’s everywhere.
And it’s what makes us real.
Pleasure softens reality. It’s a drug. But pain IS reality, and if borne properly, can give our life true SUBSTANCE.
It’s like Ancient Greek temple statuary...
We have to push up on that upper cornice with the blunt strength of an immovable object of statuary - and Faith helps us do that.
No, I don’t mean like Beethoven is said to have done, shaking his pained fist in extremis upon his deathbed upwards at the stormy heavens...
No - but by just breaking down our pain into its root in universal pain, we will begin to see that the world’s towering rage will gradually be defused.
Our shame may turn us into broken people, but we in turn can say to all our broken friends, “You know, it seems like we’re finished - but we’re all living in a badly broken world! And we’re ALL just making othe best of a bad situation!”
And all the bad guys are thrown into this leaky lifeboat with the good.
But they totally lack flexibility, because they just deflect their pain into their unwitting victims in temperamental power games.
And left alone, they sink faster.
And you know what Yeats said about coming to the end of your rope in the presence of your tormentors? Listen, for it all comes out in the wash:
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress.
Sink or sing.
Yes - just in praising our Creator - and singing more raucously for every tatter in our mortal dress, that’ll do it!
Because we’re all now in the same boat, and MUST make the Best out of a Totally Bad Situation. Like COVID-19. We’re all sitting ducks.
But THAT is where our Hope lies. For we will never SEE God in this life - but we can stand up and Sing in faith, and Praise Him. The meek will inherit a new heaven and a new earth.
Most of us by now have had it, of course, in this brainy technological age with our lost gods of power.
And their too-easy solutions.
As some politicians take easy refuge in irrationality, so we too turn too to our primitively aggressive roots for release...
Don’t go there.
Surely we don’t want to carry our debt load further! Isn’t this poor life enough? Why listen to that pained little voice inside our heads weighing against our last hope without pause? For, as our better self sings...
Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight
Such a Long Time....
Look - we’ve only got to break down the word ‘suffer.’ What does it mean once it’s split apart?
Get this!
“SUFFER” is derived from its roots - SOU-FER. Bear UP underneath the pain.
And THAT’s what we have to do to keep on going, on a full head of steam! So first of all, Welch says, we must KNOW our pain’s causes clearly.
Then we have to learn to objectively bear - push up with an equivalent force of a Greek Dyad - into that Low Ceiling of Chronic Anxiety. With all the strength of our Life Force.
It works for me. And it can work for You, Too...
Reasoning our problems out works wonders.
None of us is perfect. We’re all in the same boat.
But we can just KEEP ON TRYING. And singing.
And this book can help us do just that.