Tearing Down my Stronghold
November 26, 2011 // By: Bob Hamp // 25 Comments
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” ~The Talmud
For the last few months God has been showing me something, so that I might be able to destroy it. He has been showing me….me. Now mind you, I didn’t think it was me, I thought it was everything else. But He keeps coming back and telling me that this thing HE is showing me is ME, and it is a part of me which must die before it kills me.
This thing is not lust. It is not rage, or even unbelief. I wish it were. These are familiar enemies, and I can see them as separate from me. This thing He is showing me is not something that any of us would categorize as bad behavior, or an undisciplined thought life.
It is me.
It is a picture I have created of life and reality, that has been built on several of my own needs (to be safe, to be loved) and desires (to be valued, to be admired). But because I built the picture based on me (my knowledge of good, and my fear of evil), it is not truth I have been gazing at and interacting with. It is me. It is my wishful thinking. It is a construct of the way I am on the inside, imposed on the world around me.
This alone might not be so bad, except that this world I have been creating, includes people. If you know me, then it includes you. Even if you don’t know me, my myth includes people in general. How they must think of me. What might be wrong with them, if they do not think of me the way I think they ought.
So if you fit my construct, welcome to my approval. But if you dare act in some way other than the world I have created, well, I may respond by feeling anything from irritated, to outright judgmental of you. How dare you violate my reality!
This stronghold is not a devil. (though it can become his playground). This stronghold is not particularly measurable. But it has been coming into focus for a while now, and I have been fighting to keep from seeing. When I look at it, a part of me feels that it is dying. And die it must.
It has been hard for me to write about it because of how much I wanted it not to be true. It has been hard for me to write about, because it has been exceptionally painful and part of my construct included me always having nice, tidy, and clever answers. I am the “Thinking Differently” guy.
But the more my picture and my reality did not line up, the more anxious I was becoming. I found that my easy answers were not helpful to me. I found myself thinking thoughts, and feeling feelings that swirled around in my soul, and seemed unstoppable. God was putting pressure on this movie set that I had built and named “reality”. It was crumbling, and I was trying to re-build it.
More than re-build it, I was trying not to feel the fear, and grief that came with the dismantling of my own personal Matrix. My thoughts, however chaotic and confusing felt more comforting than the loss that accompanies tearing down my stronghold.
“I can fix this” I would scream inwardly.
“If I could just find the keys, I can resuscitate this thing before its too late”. My mind frantically called out.
So my mind searches for keys and tidy answers, and ways to get others to help me re-build, while God patiently, and benevolently waits for me to let go.
My world made me feel safe. My world made me feel loved. My world made me feel valued. How did I so subtly and powerfully become my own source for all those things that God is designed to be for me?
“We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.” ~The Talmud
“We look at a mirror and we do not see the mirror, we see ourselves.
We look at the world and we do not see the world, we see ourselves.” ~
Thanks to Paige Dehart for great quotes from her book “Unmasked”






