I have discovered that it really hard to play, by the rules of
religion. I know that I was born a true Pharisee, because I love to have
guidelines, in which I can live by. Rules stacked up on laws, and laws stacked
up on rules. The great thing was the fact, that if I really didn’t care for one,
of the guidelines. I would just ignore it, and hope that it would vanish. Then
that glorious day came, where that I could not live any longer, to simply play
a game of religion.
Truthfully, I was in a pitiful shape. I didn’t know much of
anything, except what I had been told. Usually, by well-meaning folks, and this
includes family. My mother, God love her, was my main source of religion. Her
knowledge, of the things of God, was very limited during, my younger years.
Mother was very limited, in what she would say to me also, and I
was a chatterbox of questions. I would get answers like, “That
is just the way that it is, and because God said so. Here is my all-time
favorite; you don’t question God!!” After several years of
these behaviors, coupled with a bad church experience, it was no wonder that I
was warped, twisted, and flipped upside-down. Not forgetting to mention, that I
was torn down the middle, of my being!!
You can tell by what I have said so far, that I had plenty, of
help being religious. I had been taught that, Jesus doesn’t lie. If Jesus
doesn’t lie then, I need to figure out why these words, or of no effect to me.
Scripture like Joh_10:10 The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to
destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.
I knew that I didn’t have much of a life, to begin with, little
lone more abundantly. I realized that Satan had been punching me, in the head
for so long, that I had started helping him out!! I started interpreting
scripture, the only way that, I could make it fit. Most of the time the words
included; but not for me. All the time the fact that God can’t lie confirmed my
new belief. I wasn’t one, of the chosen, and there is no hope for me.
I only tell these things, because I know that there, has to be
somebody else, with like experience. I can’t possibly, be the only person that
got caught up, in playing the game of religion. I know how treacherous, it can
be on a person. It can literally make you sick, with a soul sickness. There is
nothing any worse, than being sick, in your soul.
Sometimes, well at least for me, when you get sick enough, you
will drop everything that you think that you know. Drop all the jewels, which
have ever-so-gladly, been given to you, along the way, and go on a mission.
Would the real Jesus Christ, please stand up!! I am looking for the real Jesus.
I have been told about all the counterfeits, and I am sick to my soul, of all
this madness!! You are my last hope, and I am begging you, to help me, find the
way!!
This is exactly what I did, because I had run out of options.
Somehow, I just knew that my life was going to change. I would never be the
same again. However, I was thinking that, Jesus would make some dramatic changes
that, I didn’t want to happen, like; He would have me, standing, in a stadium,
preaching, the Word of God. My worst fear was that He would make me a street
corner preacher.
Honestly, all my fears that I was having, at the time were based
on fear itself. I didn’t know the real Jesus. The way that He moves, and the
way that He operates. I didn’t have a clue, about anything really, because all
I had known didn’t work out for me well.
Have any of you, ever been terrified, of something that God,
might want you to do? Somehow, you build up these great things, in your mind;
that might never come true. If the truth be told, more than likely, they never
will. If by some chance that they do become truth, Father will equip you, for
the mission.
Oh,
by the way, I have read my Bible, and men throughout, the history, of the Word,
have questioned Father. Jesus did it Himself in the garden of Gethsemane. Mat_26:39 And he went a little further, and fell on
his face, and prayed, saying, O my Father, if it be
possible, let this cup pass from me: nevertheless not as I will, but as thou
wilt.
There will be another side to the
continuation of this story.
……………Much Love
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