The Need For A Feeling Station
You’ve probably seen that picture before.
If you haven’t, I hope it makes you laugh as loudly as it did me. I mean, the first thing that struck me about it was the ‘mistake’ whoever who wrote it made.
But then, I took a second and third look. And then a fourth one.
A problem popped into my mind at the fifth look.
“What if the person who wrote it did not make a mistake? What if what you’re reading is EXACTLY what he wants you to see?”
That’s ridiculous, I think. But forget common sense.
What if that is exactly what that place is – a feeling station?
Another problem pops up. “What is a feeling station?”
What if I told you it is a place where you come to get refilled?
What if I said to you – it is a place where you can buy whatever sensation…whatever feeling you’re convinced you’re running short on?
Imagine you could just walk up to the counter and say ‘Uh, I’d like three liters of joy and five of peace, please?”
Or you could say ‘My hormones are acting up again. I’d like fifteen liters of sexy and a gallon of vulnerability to go with it”?
Or even ‘My head’s been hurting funny – and I can’t even feel my heart anymore. I’m so full of guilt.” And the good-looking attendant says to you “Sure, step right here sir/madam, let me run a quick check.” And then “oh, it’s not a problem. Your mind misfired a bit – but that’s easily resolved. We’ll just wash you up with love, give your cylinders a charge of kindness and patience and then wrap it all up with happiness…and you’re good to go.”
How would that feel to you?
I know how I would feel. I would be excited at first – then years of conditioning would kick in and I would start to think; “If something is too good to be true it usually is.” And then, I would carefully ask for the price, hoping I have enough on my ATM card for it.
But what if the attendant said, “it’s all on the house”?
Would you go running for the hills in fright – or would you go ahead with the treatment?
There are times when we feel emotionally drained – we feel used, dirty, worthless, stupid, afraid – as though all those things are not mere concepts we learned from movies and books and music. We feel as though we cannot go on, we feel as if we cannot love again or trust again. And even though ‘time heals all wounds’ and we eventually get away from all those feelings, things are never quite the same again. We’re a bit afraid to trust again, to love again, to try again…because we remember the sharp pain that came with the last phone call, the final text, the last interview, the sack letter – pain that felt like we were swallowing glass.
And all sorts of people use all sorts of things to get better; just to be able to get to the next point. Most of it is just a temporal fix – to get from point A to B.
What if we had someone who promises to get us from A all the way down to Z? Someone who promises to always be there – most especially when it seems as though He isn’t? And He did not promise to be there some of the time, He promises always and forever?
What do you think? Really? Just another boring concept, or could there be some truth to it?
Do you think we could use a ‘feeling station’? Who/what is yours?
Have a great week – on God!