Month: April 2014

Character, Christianity, Forgiveness, Holy Spirit, Personal, Prayer, Quotes, Words

Grievances

Sally

I hadn’t been able to write a follow up to my Dragon scales problem until now because I was still very much in the middle of it and truly confused about what was causing all of my turmoil. I am feeling much better this week and can finally see some things with clarity. I still do not understand all of the in’s and out’s of what was bothering me but what I have come to understand I will share with you now.

First off, I must confess that I was spiritually “coasting”. I had my feet off the biblical pedals and when things started to head up hill I didn’t have the oomph to get through because I had left my power source turned off. I don’t know why I wasn’t reading my daily bible or why I stopped talking to God regularly. I wasn’t mad at Him or trying to ignore Him in my life, I was just tired. I lost sight of the fact that especially when we are tired and discouraged we need to stay connected to God.

Also, smack dab in the middle of these past few weeks was Easter. I felt very flat and unemotional during this time. Because Easter is to be a holy reminder of a very big event in our Christian heritage, my level of disconnect was alarming to me. Jesus died on the cross for me and here I was pouring candy down my gullet in a way a severe alcoholic might pour whiskey down theirs. Having recently acknowledged a possible sugar addiction and just coming off a 10-day sugar detox, I saw this as a symptom of deeper stuff going on as well. My flesh was screaming at me.

Another thing, whenever I bowed my head to pray at church or in my prayer group, tears just poured out of my head. I didn’t feel sad, I didn’t feel angry, I didn’t have anything on my mind even. I was having an overwhelming physical response to what my spirit must have been feeling. Was my spirit grieving?

Luckily I happened to listen to one of Joyce Meyer’s programs on television. It really spoke to my heart and clued me in on some things that were going on, some sins that were eating at me. I ritually watch her program while I put my makeup on for the day, except not these last few weeks. Again, I was coasting. But for some reason I did watch this one. That reason, I believe, was because I needed to watch it.

Joyce was preaching directly to the subject of grieving the Holy Spirit. She said,

“I went to church for many years, I never understood the power of my words, did not understand them at all, therefore I just said what I wanted to, anytime I wanted to, and I was just constantly grieving the Holy Spirit and opening doors for the enemy in my life and didn’t even know it.”

Check and check. She points us to Ephesians 4:30 (NIV is my version) where it says,

“And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.”

I remember this.  I know you shouldn’t grieve the Holy Spirit but what I didn’t remember or know is what Joyce points to a few minutes later – verses 29 and 31! Verse 29 says,

“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”

And verse 31 says,

“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.”

Yes, it is my words that are causing me trouble.  I know I over share.  I tell too much information to all the wrong people. I occasionally will cuss and exaggerate. I sometimes have subtle forms of malice in my heart and what is in my heart my mouth eventually speaks (Matthew 12:34).  I need to be very careful that what I say is helpful according to other people’s needs. It needs to benefit those who are listening to me. That guideline alone will cut my conversations to an absolute minimum. I need to think hard before I open my mouth and I need to stay in touch with God continually for His help in this area because it is proving to be very hard.

Looking back over these past few weeks I wonder how I got so easily sidetracked. I marvel at how fast the enemy can use those moments of weakness to stage a full frontal attack. As Joyce also pointed out, our words can either speak life or death. I have been speaking death! I feel terrible that I have been speaking “death” over probably a truck load of people because my words were of this world’s standard and not God’s. This has become a very strong conviction for me. I think I will need to implement a word fast. I will limit myself to uplifting conversation, to conversation that is necessary, holding myself not to speculation but only to absolute truth. I am hoping that this will allow the Holy Spirit to freely work within me and to give me the power I need to finish the race, not to give up and be discouraged as I have done.

I will end with King David’s song from Psalm 51 because I felt such a kinship to his words. David is writing of his sorrow resulting from his sin with Bathsheba and because my own self-condemnation has been so heavy upon me of late I really felt his words.

Psalm 51:1 – 17 (NIV)

Have mercy on me, O God, because of your unfailing love, because of your great compassion, lot out the stain of my sins.

Wash me clean from my guilt, purify me from my sin.

For I recognize my rebellion; it haunts me day and night.

Against you, and you alone, have I sinned; I have done what is evil in your sight. You will be proved right in what you say, and your judgment against me is just.

For I was born a sinner- yes, from the moment my mother conceived me.

But you desire honesty from the womb, teaching me wisdom even there.  Purify me from my sins, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.

Oh, give me back my joy again; you have broken me- now let me rejoice.

Don’t keep looking at my sins.  Remove the stain of my guilt.

Create in me a clean heart, O God.  Renew a loyal spirit within me.

Do not banish me from your presence, and don’t take your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and make me willing to obey you.

Then I will teach your ways to rebels, and they will return to you.

Forgive me for shedding blood, O God who saves; then I will joyfully sing of your forgiveness.

Unseal my lips, O Lord, that my mouth may praise you.

You do not desire a sacrifice, or I would offer one.  You do not want a burnt offering.

The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.  You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.

 

Books, Character, Christianity, Quotes

Dragon Scales

Sally

I have been feeling really disconnected from myself lately and I haven’t been liking me very much. There is this yucky feeling lurking inside that suggests I’m becoming a lot like someone I personally wouldn’t be friends with. When I try to identify what it is that’s changed it feels elusive like some possible erosion of character has occurred or some essential value has been drowned out. It reminds me of what Charles R. Swindoll describes in his breakthrough portion, “Put an End to the Downward Spiral”, taken from Dr. Bruce H. Wilkinson’s book 30 Days to Experiencing Spiritual Breakthroughs (a great book to keep on hand and read periodically),

“Ever so slightly, invisible moral and ethical germs can invade, bringing the beginning stages of a terminal disease. No one can tell by looking, for it happens imperceptibly. It’s slower than a clock and far more silent. There are no chimes, not even a persistent ticking. An oversight here, a compromise there, a deliberate looking the other way, a softening, a yawn, a nod, a nap, a habit . . . a destiny. And before we know it, a chunk of character falls into the sea, a protective piece of bark drops onto the grass. What was once “no big thing” becomes, in fact, bigger than life itself. What started with inquisitive innocence terminates at destructive addiction.”

Exactly. What of my character fell off into the sea? What piece of my own bark has dropped onto the grass? I’m not sure what but I do know that it has and I need to turn back.

As is typical for me in these types of life crisis, I ran across a book. I really didn’t run across it, it was a book hot off the presses that I felt I would give a quick perusal of just out of curiosity. A book I would read to say that I’d read it but not because I thought it would have anything of depth to offer me. When I say “of depth” you need to know that I have been doggy paddling in books like, The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis and God’s Politics by Jim Wallis. Let me digress a minute because speaking of The Screwtape Letters, I did run across a few passages that loudly clanged the warning bell confirming I have gone astray. C.S. Lewis writes through a character named Screwtape who is a senior devil of sorts and Screwtape is advising his nephew, Wormwood, who is an apprentice to the devil’s work. Screwtape corresponds with Wormwood by a series of letters discussing the particulars on how to manipulate a Christian into walking away from The Enemy (Jesus) right into the hands of Our Father Below (Satan). He writes,

“He will be silent when he ought to speak and laugh when he ought to be silent. He will assume, at first only by his manner, but presently by his words, all sorts of cynical and skeptical attitudes which are not really his. But if you (Wormwood) play him well, they may become his. All mortals tend to turn into the thing they are pretending to be.”

Ouch. Who am I pretending to be? And then this,

“If this succeeds, he can be induced to live, as I have known many humans live, for quite long periods, two parallel lives; he will not only appear to be, but actually be, a different man in each of the circles he frequents.”

This is a truth for me. I feel like a chameleon whom changes colors, for better or worse, according to the backdrop presented me by the people around me. Finally,

“Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one – the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts.”

Yes, I get it. I am on a gentle slope but this one has a downward slant to it. I don’t mean Hell because I know that I am saved through Jesus Christ but I do mean a downward slant away from the joyful life of fulfilling the purpose that was set for me by my Father in Heaven. Jesus will let me choose the downward slant but I don’t have to because He has given me a signpost that will point me toward the better way, the Bible. When I read it, it convicts my heart. His truth washes all the colors away leaving me white and whole again, fully me again.

So, back to this illusive book I was talking about earlier. My pastor at the church I attend, Jim Burgen, just published his book called No More Dragons and this is the book I picked up to quickly peruse. (Again, nothing in my life is a coincidence) Jim opens his book with his testimony and the main focus of his testimony comes from a story written by none other than C.S. Lewis out of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader in The Chronicles of Narnia. This is a story of a boy who basically wakes up to discover that he has become a dragon, a monster, and he is trying to find a way to transform back to becoming himself again but he can’t do it alone. Eventually, a great lion comes along and does it for him. Quoted from The Chronicles of Narnia and No More Dragons,

“Sleeping on a dragon’s hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.”

Jim identified with the boy turned dragon and I too was identifying with this “turned dragon” concept. I see some scales showing when I look in the mirror. So, I was immediately sucked right in to what Jim had to say. He starts by saying,

“We have to learn which path will make us the people God wants us to be and which path will awaken the dragon.”

I realize that but how? And what about all the condemnation I feel in my heart. My shameful, “here we go again Jesus” look toward heaven. Does He still love me and will He help me? That’s where the book got really good. I mean tears good. Because tears for me mean I am already starting to heal. Jim started talking about how Jesus never gives you what you deserve but only what you need. That Jesus doesn’t want anything from us but only something better for us. Pastor Jim reminded me,

“Through Jesus, and only Jesus, you can be un-dragoned. You can be free again. You can have hope, joy, and a full life.”

Why is this such a hard concept for me to hang on to? Why do I need the constant reminder to cling to Jesus and His teaching. I need to let His love and forgiveness wash over me (to the bone) and start again. Thanks so much Pastor Jim, for the reminder and the Me Too concept! Because, yeah . . . me too.

And I’m only on Chapter 3. So, I’ll be back.