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Did it last long? What did you do to work on it, or did it just pass?
I read that Mother Teresa also had it towards the end of her life, it's so hard to imagine her going through such a state, especially considering she was so devout.
Do you, or have you ever, experienced it, and how did/do you deal with it?
Alex,
The dark night of the soul is a term used to describe a feeling of isolation from God. It's a lonely, painful, feeling.
May I ask you some questions first?Do you, or have you ever, experienced it, and how did/do you deal with it?
Alex,
The dark night of the soul is a term used to describe a feeling of isolation from God. It's a lonely, painful, feeling.
May I ask you some questions first?
If God asked you why he should admit you into his heaven, what would your answer be?
Sin. A word not easily defined and a condition not always easily detected. Our unbelief is sin even when we've convinced ourselves that we do still believe... our thought and actions bare us out. But occasionally someone leading a sinless life goes through the same thing a sinful person goes through... the world was not worthy of them some believe.
I don't know... my darkest nights are behind me I believe if I don't continue to fall in the sin of unbelief. If I find that rest and do not harden my heart when I hear our Saviors voice. But the farmer does not plow the ground forever... eventually he plants the seeds and goes and takes his rest. But the farmer is always there watching in heart if not with his eyes... little seedlings must grow and hopefully the tares won't go undetected... but they do go undetected... only I know that at harvest the tares won't go with the wheat into the barn.
Anywho... so the dark night of the soul? I get them... but I pray for a time of refreshing and a plowing of my heart the hardened soil of my mind hardened by the dirty feet of flattery and contempt of others who I feel don't want to know God as much as I do. Then that feeling itself makes me kick myself for being self righteous... making me remember to do kindness to the least and most spiteful of us... lest I let my oil run out on the next dark night.