Blessed are those whose every instinct, every impulse,
and every passion is under the control of God’s Spirit! They will be right with
God, self and others and enter the life which God alone can give.
(Dead to Sin, Alive in Christ) Now if we died with Christ,
we believe that we will also live with him. For we know that since Christ was
raised from the dead, he cannot die again; death no longer has mastery over
him. The death he died, he died to sin once for all; but the life he lives, he
lives to God. In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in
Christ Jesus. Romans 6:8-11
It is with great sadness that I write this. I’m feeling a
bit discouraged and I feel THAT is what satan wants. How does one of great
faith get discouraged?
I attend church on a weekly basis, I am spirit-filled on a
daily basis, I spread love, scripture, the Word, light and love every chance I
get, so how and WHY am I discouraged?
Let me tell you. People discourage me, recently my very own
church has discouraged me and life in general is discouraging. People who share
hate and scripture within three posts just about makes me lose faith in all
humanity. Seeing people LIKE filling their screens with hate/judgment and
watching others in agreement downright scares me.
I’m a sinner and it depresses me that I’m a sinner. No
matter how hard I try, no matter how much love I spread, I’m still a sinner. I
try NOT to sin but here I am LIVING in sin.
Things have changed at church since Pastor Mike left. We
knew it would but didn’t think it would be so drastic as to discourage people
from coming to church but here it is, the change that wasn’t for the better.
We’ve attended this church for the five years we’ve been in
Nebraska. Whenever we had a need out of desperation we would turn to the church
and lovingly they’d reach out and help. It wasn’t like we were sucking the
blood out of the church and using them to give, give, give; we were desperate
not having anywhere to turn and the church made us feel like helping us was a good
thing on THEIR part. And yes, we DID give back to the church, just so you know.
On July first we hit a desperation level. Our propane was
critically low, meaning we’d have no hot water, no stove, etc. Steven works and
pays the bills but the propane has just been too hard to catch up on and they
wouldn’t give us more until the bill was PAID IN FULL. So of course we asked
the church, our church, the loving place you turn to in time of need. The place
that makes you feel good knowing that God-loving people will reach out to you
and lift you up.
That didn’t happen this time. We were asked to come in and
fill out a ‘request’ form, stating our need and it would be ‘reviewed’, AND
we’d have to meet with one of the pastors. No problem, we’re desperate. We went
in and filled out the request.
Steven went in, had the ‘meeting’ with the pastor the next day and he
said he’d ‘be in touch’. Five days passed and the pastor called and informed
Steven they could only pay HALF and that another ‘meeting’ was needed.
WHAT???
Steven was wearing thin. The ‘meeting’ was set up for the
FOLLOWING Tuesday the 15th because we were busy helping his mom after the major
storm damage that she had. His sister had damage too, but she has kids to help
her so we focused on mom on his day off. Tuesday was his other day off so that
was the set meeting.
The meeting? It would be about us living in sin. It wasn’t
about the help we needed, our cry out in desperation, any counseling on money
management, it was going to be about us, living in sin! After the meeting, the
bill would then be ‘partially’ paid.
Steven caved. He was hurt, depressed and angry. He went to
church Sunday with some cartoon T-shirt on of the Thundercats? Something he has
NEVER done. I saw as he was going down. I have NO CONTROL over his fall.
He cancelled the meeting. Told the pastor we hit a
critically desperate point in our propane and would seek another way to get
help. Pastor said he’d still like to have ‘the meeting’. Steven said no and
that was that. He told me he could care less if we ever went back to that
church. “How about another church?” I asked. He adamantly said, “No, I’m done.”
He’s giving up on God.
So that’s where I am; lost and confused holding onto my
faith and love of Christ. I did find comfort from a dear friend at church. *I* am not in a relationship with my church, I’m in a relationship with MY GOD!
THAT should never be discouraged from mere mortals!
I’ve had no posts because my connection to the internet was
limited. After a visit from server providers, they told us a few limbs on a
tree were keeping our signal at its lowest. We set out yesterday and with
teamwork, we removed the limbs and carted them off to the incinerator to be
burned. They were too big, so they went beside the incinerator. The internet was
back and all was happy!
Happiness is always short-lived. We were relaxing and
watching the limbs burn and even put a couple of marshmallows on the fire…
until a police officer came, squelching the ‘happy’ feeling with one breath! He
said a neighbor must not like us. He called off the fire department, which was
deployed, but it was too late, they arrived, fining us $150 bucks for a burn
without a permit!
Seething anger filled my body. A hot despicable unleashing
of very colorful words left my mouth. Satan was winning. (I did wait for the
officer and the fire dept. to leave before I let my anger show at my nosy
neighbor who called the police and is extremely jealous of us.) I didn’t confront them I just let off
steam in the house and slowly composed myself and let it go.
But now *I’M* discouraged. Too much is happening!!!
Words of comfort from another dear friend:
These things I have spoken to
you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but
take courage; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33 NASB
John 16:33 NASB
"With all the beauty He surrounds
us with daily and with all we get so busily involved doing, perhaps the trials
and troubles are good to remind us to stay close to Him because though
sometimes it seems to go on forever, this is all temporary."
I’ll hold onto that. I just pray
Steven could understand.
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