I am but flesh – I learn that in the working out of my salvation, especially here lately through the faithful guidance of a skilled teacher of God’s Word. His handling of the Word is precise (in context, direct quotes – sacred text from the Holy Bible), his voice calm, his cadence addicting, like the lulling of waves lapping up against a sailboat while one lazily suns themselves on an Indian summer day.
Yes, indeed it is soothing to my injured soul but do not let him fool you, he has brought a knife – a sharp, glistening two sided knife he intends to use. The Word of God.
God tells us to not judge others – instead He tells us to judge doctrine. . . to test the spirits and see if there be any error. There are no “grays” no “shades” of sin in God’s judgments – there are yes’s & no’s – things allowed, things not allowed.
The judgment of doctrine requires a two sided knife. Churches in error are like odious abscessed wounds requiring a cutting – a cutting into errors oozing putrefying puss (false doctrine – first clue, shades of sin).
Without correction they infect the entire body.
You’ve heard that saying “cussed like a sailor” – yeah, pretty much describes my mouth during this decade – my 50’s (menopause really doesn’t allow much editing space for one’s heart, especially when angry). I once wrote a letter describing my injurious condition caused by church folk (can’t nobody hurt you like those in your own bunch) and when read by another member of God’s flock he stated “I’ve never heard the “F” word used so poetically.” He was a pastor.
This woman is traveling a rough road back to her God. . . and I’m not out of the weeds yet! Leaving this decade of my 50’s can’t get here quick enough!
Yep, that little sail boat is seeing some pretty rough seas these days and I would be completely tossed into the abyss if it weren’t for that knife (God’s Word) that pierced my wounds, drained my soul of bitterness and helped me regain some strength. And I need that strength to hang on.
Recently, while in the midst of yet another difficult trial I am in, a Christian began speaking to me of satan and his powers and my need to rebuke him and his influences upon my family. You see, here lately, my little sailboat has capsized and the waves are washing over me – I’m all tangled in the rigging of the sails and winds are blowing gale force and dragging me farther and farther out into even deeper waters.
I dropped my head and began to weep. I remembered those Indian summer days floating in this same little sailboat and the voice of my mentor calling out to me God’s Holy Scriptures. I remembered that shining knife that cut into my wounds of bitterness, anger, and unforgiveness. I remembered scripture. I raised my head and through swollen eyes and gushing streams of tears looked them straight in the face and stuttered out the following — “I’m not afraid of satan, I’m afraid of God.”
I’m not afraid of satan, I’m afraid of God because He is relentless in the pursuit of His goal to make me Christ like. The pressures of my life aren’t satan inspired (he is but a tool in it) they are instead God inspired. His desire is to make me like Christ – an obedient (holy) servant who loves the unlovable, shows grace to the unthankful and gives mercy to the guilty. And btw I’m speaking here of the church.
He is healing me and returning me to His church.
You see this little girl has been saved since she was 8 years old . . . by the side of my bed, on my knees having been lead to the Lord by my sister Maureen. Nope, not in a church. However the working out of that salvation, the early stages (my childhood – my youth and young adult life) was. Interestingly enough as a child it wasn’t through my parents. Nope, an elderly man in a huge turquoise car would come by the house and load up 5 girls and he and his wife took us to church. His generation believed in sacrifice and the church.
Now, in this generation, is it the same church he knew? Probably not.
There were no “Rock Star” preacher men strutting across the “stage”. There were no “campuses” or large screens beaming their images and people lapping up their very breathed words. They didn’t make idols out of mere men – and they certainly didn’t tolerate sin amongst the flock.
They judged the doctrine. They didn’t do gymnastics to bound from one scripture (or story telling) to another one that sorta kinda released them to be happy instead of holy. They judged doctrine. They preached repentance of sins and about a place called hell and a man named Jesus. A savior – passing through your life, calling out to you with the simple gesture of his hand waving you towards him. To come and dine with him in the presence of all your enemies (pain / suffering). Psalms 23:5
Isn’t that the most profound thought sitting down to a table, resting – receiving nourishment with enemies present around you? That the one who serves you is God and He’s not troubled about your trouble. Not that He doesn’t care — no, no, no —- instead that He’s able to care for you in the midst of it! Sort of changes the narrative doesn’t it! First that God serves, second that He’s (and I say this with the utmost respect) one cool Cat and desires you to see that!
He is the Universe’s authority!
As for me (through the Word) — the sovereignty of the personhood of God the Father no longer settles him in my mind as the Principal’s Office of which one desires to avoid but instead now the One whose Holiness calls out to me as “otherness”, a place I do not belong but yet hold an invitation to. A banquet hall in His heaven I shall one day frequent with His son – Jesus, the one waving me in, providing the way.
This little girl shall one day see the evidence I travel via hope through now.
Until then I watch His testimony every day out on my back deck. I watch the heavens and the earth and marvel at His credentials. ” . . . like the lulling of waves lapping up against a sailboat while one lazily suns themselves on an Indian summer day. Yes, indeed it is soothing to my injured soul but do not let him fool you, he has brought a knife – a sharp, glistening two sided knife he intends to use. The Word of God.”
This is what I’ll leave you with – my mentor’s words “What does the Word say?” To this and this alone I say find your way. The smallest little prick to one’s soul God cares for – come and dine with Him today! Receive him through His Word – His Son. John 1:14 And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth. (KJV)
And Jesus, thank you for this little sailboat of mine. . .