When I was young I remember being terrified of pulling out my teeth. Not my permanent teeth (though that is terrifying) but my baby teeth. When they got loose I was so scared it was going to hurt horribly, and there would be blood everywhere, and I would die due to the blood loss when they finally came out. So instead of trying to rip them out via string and door knob, or pay someone on the bus the pull it out (Scott Bergstrom) I would let my tooth dangle there until it fell out painlessly while I was eating spaghetti or playing hopscotch. This is as close as I can come to what I think Cooper is going through.
You see in the last week Cooper has gotten 6 teeth. And while trying to investigate his gums all I could see were beet red spots where his teeth were searching for sunlight. He was upset, kind of mad at the world, and especially at me because I was trying to give him his baby orajel but in order to do that you have to touch the spot that hurts.
I know this is going to sound pastoral, but isn't this the way we treat God a lot in our lives? We have a pain, a pain that is seemingly endless, it hurts, our gums are beet red from it and God wants to take the pain away. He wants to reach in and rub baby orajel all over our sin and our hurt so we can continue living the life He wants us to live and created for us to live, basking in His grace of baby orajel not wallowing in our swollen gums of sin.
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