There are times when I need to be beat up by God. There are times when I forcibly need God to wrench something out of my hands because that something is taking His place. And if I hold on too tight and my arm breaks in the process, so be it. I’d rather go to Heaven with one less arm than to be fully whole and in Hell.
Donne says it so beautifully:
But its not because I’m being punished. All punitive damages to those faithful in Christ were absorbed by the body of Christ as He hung and died on the Cross. Instead, it’s the work of a loving Father working for good all that He has intended for them since the beginning of time.
And in that, I finally find peace. If not for the love of God I am lost.