It would be silly for me to try to force my daughter to stand when she is only 4 months old. I would sound stupid if I tried to reason with her about things she could be doing better. I would be completely frustrated if I tried to teach her to talk when she is just not capable of it at this point in time. Yet, how often do we do these very things to other Christians that are just babes in Christ? A person gets saved and all of the sudden other Christians start telling them what they can and cannot do. A cuss word slips out and they get the look. They show up to church with their lesbian partner and they get thrown out. If we used these same techniques with our own children how long do you think they would survive? How long do you think my baby would survive if I withheld food every time she didn’t do what I expected? So why do we believe we have the right to treat God’s children different than we would our own? How can we expect them to grow and survive if we take away the milk of the Word that they need to survive? Why do we try to make them act like mature adults when they are just babies?
The other day I heard the song, "Cry Out to Jesus" on the radio and it reminded me of years ago when my husband left me. I spent days just laying on the floor listening to this song and crying and praying. Then, I heard God tell me to get up and fight! So I did and I thought I won! But, here I am years later still fighting, still praying. Hearing that song for the first time in a long time, my reaction was totally different. When I heard that first verse about losing someone you love that used to make me feel sad inside and want to fight, instead I said inside, "If only I could go back and tell myself to give up! Just let go!" But then, I heard a verse in a different way than I ever had before, "For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on. They lost all of their faith in love. They've done all they can to make it right again. Still it's not enough." At this point, that is exactly how I feel! I have done all that I can and all that I kno...
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