SEPTEMBER 13 Reflection for the Day

We hear often in our Gamblers Anonymous meetings that pain is the touchstone of spiritual progress. We eventually realize that, just as the pains of compulsive gambling had to come before our abstinence, emotional turmoil comes before serenity. We no longer commiserate with all people who suffer, but only with those who suffer in ignorance—those …

SEPTEMBER 12 Reflection for the Day

At certain moments, wrote Coleridge, a single almost insignificant sorrow may, by association, bring together all the little relics of pain and discomfort, bodily and mental, that we have endured even from infancy. The Gamblers Anonymous Program doesn’t teach us to pretend that hardships and sorrow are meaningless. Grief really hurts and so do other kinds of pain. …

SEPTEMBER 11 Reflection for the Day

One thing, more than anything else, that can relieve my occasional feeling of depression is love. I have to keep myself lovable in the sense of being able to love others, rather than being concerned with whether others love me. In somehow losing myself in others, emotionally or spiritually, I usually find myself. Today I understand what they meant …

SEPTEMBER 9 Reflection for the Day

The longer I’m in the Gamblers Anonymous Program and the longer I try to practice its principles in all my affairs, the less frequently I become morose and depressed. Perhaps, too, there’s something to that cynical old saying, “Blessed is he that expecteth nothing, for he shall not be disappointed, but instead will be delighted daily by …

SEPTEMBER 5 Reflection for the Day

We’re often told that compulsive gamblers are perfectionists, impatient about any shortcomings—especially our own. We tend to set impossible goals for ourselves, struggling fiercely to reach our unattainable ideals. Then of course—since no person could possibly meet the extremely high standards we demand of ourselves—we find ourselves falling short. Discouragement and depression set in; we …

SEPTEMBER 4 Reflection for the Day

Though I have prayed at various times in my life, I realized after several months in Gamblers Anonymous that I’d never really prayed properly. I’d always tried to make deals with God, much like a foxhole atheist; I’d always pleaded, Grant me my wishes, instead of Thy will—not mine—be done. The result was that I remained self-deceived and was …