I know its St. Patrick’s day and maybe I should blog about him, but this morning I read about St. Barbara. A young beautiful, intelligent girl who’s father is very protective. He kept her secluded in a tower all her life with the intentions of her growing up to be a devoted pagan worshiper. So he one day decides to build her a bath house and gives strict instructions to the way the bath house is to be built. Then he leaves for a business trip. Barbara comes out of her tower and sees her bath house and wants a third window added so they do it. After it is done she goes down to the bath house and stands before the windows and prays ” in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit,” and puts a cross on the wall. Well daddy comes home and sees the third window goes inside and sees the cross. He demands to know what happens. He then finds out Barbara is responsible. So he orders her to jail where she is beaten and tortured until she deny’s Christ. Well she doesn’t and she is then ordered to death. Her dad hears about her sentence and volunteers to be her executioner. So he beheads her. Quite disturbing I think. But was even more puzzling to me was the prayer after the story;
Barbara desired only the joy of serving you Lord, help me to know that You are the true source of my joy.
Hmm, from torture, death, to joy. Interesting. I don’t know how I feel about that right now. But I do come away with one convicting thought.This morning before my husband left for work today I know he was looking for a smile and all I could do was be miserable thinking of all the cleaning I needed to do, all the phone calls and emails to send to be successful in my business and how I have no time. I had no joy.
God help me. How did I come to a place where my circumstances have determined the outcome of my emotional state of mind, or maybe that’s my real problem maybe joy is not an emotional state of mind, maybe not an emotion, maybe its a state, don’t know but either way I am sure I want it…
This woman clearly had something i did not and I am left in wonder….
I will add a side not for all us who demand justice, after her father beheads her he turns to go back home and he is struck by lightening and dies. I think I just experienced joy… maybe not