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Any Lengths?

The Big Books of Alcoholics Anonymous and Eating Disorders Anonymous unequivocally state:

“If you have decided you want what we have, and are willing to go to any length to get it—then you are ready to take certain steps.”

Overeaters Anonymous uses similarly uncompromising language:

“We need to go to any length for victory over food and compulsive eating.”

Any length?

Apparently, however, “going to any length” does not necessarily include an honest and fearless search for the truth about God.

That increasingly troubles me.

Much of traditional Twelve-Step recovery deliberately leaves the identity of the Higher Power open to the individual. This has an understandable purpose. People arrive in recovery carrying very different religious experiences—sometimes considerable religious wounds—and the doorway is intentionally made as wide as possible.

But Emotions Anonymous says something that I find particularly interesting:

“…it is our responsibility to formulate our own belief system.”

— EA Big Book, p. 45

It then adds:

“Those who are unclear about what to believe in need only to start exploring the possibilities.”

That second statement catches my attention.

Explore the possibilities.

That sounds different to me from simply constructing a God who is comfortable, convenient, or compatible with what I already believe. It opens the door to a much more challenging question:

What if God actually exists independently of what I would prefer God to be?

If I am truly willing to “go to any length,” shouldn’t my spiritual inventory include that possibility?

For me, this exposes a potential weakness in the idea of God as we understand Him. The phrase can express appropriate humility—we certainly do not comprehend God completely. But it can also subtly become God as I would like Him to be.

Those are very different things.

The biblical story of the golden calf provides a provocative parallel. While Moses was receiving the commandments on Mount Sinai, the Israelites fashioned something tangible that could represent divinity on their own terms.

Meanwhile, the commandment Moses received began:

“You shall have no other gods before me.”

— Exodus 20:3

The problem wasn’t merely choosing the wrong conception of God. It was reversing the relationship between Creator and creature.

Instead of allowing God to define reality, human beings created something religious that suited themselves.

That raises an uncomfortable recovery question for me.

If my own thinking has become distorted enough that I need recovery, why would I automatically trust that same thinking to construct the ultimate reality upon which my recovery depends?

Proverbs offers a radically different approach:

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.”

— Proverbs 3:5 NIV

Perhaps spiritual recovery therefore requires something more challenging than finding a conception of God that works for me.

Perhaps it requires discovering whether God is actually there—and, if so, allowing God to tell me who God is.

For me, that search leads to Jesus Christ.

Instead of beginning with God as I understand Him, I am increasingly drawn to begin with another proposition:

God as He has revealed Himself.

That is one reason programs such as Celebrate Recovery and Life Recovery interest me. They don’t leave the identity of the Higher Power undefined. They explicitly locate recovery within the Christian understanding of God and, particularly, in Jesus Christ.

That approach obviously will not appeal to everyone, and I don’t expect everyone in recovery to share my conclusion.

But I do think the question deserves to be asked.

If I say I am willing to go to any length for recovery, am I also willing to question my assumptions about God?

Am I willing to investigate rather than merely select?

Am I willing to discover rather than construct?

Am I willing to consider that reality may not conform to my preferences?

The Twelve Steps taught me to question my thinking about myself, my behavior, my relationships, my resentments, my fears, and my attempts to control life.

Why should my conception of God be the one thing exempt from that searching inventory?

If I am truly willing to go to any length, perhaps seeking the truth about God is part of the journey.

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