Hi and Peace to All Here--
All through the Bible, Old and New Testaments, we can find accounts of folks (Moses is a good example) who, when God called upon them for a particular service, they replied with “Here I Am”. Some gave their answer rather quickly (the original Twelve, perhaps?), and others had to be more “creatively” drafted (maybe Jonah? Or Paul?). Eventually, however, each one submitted to the will of God.
I bring this up because of a recent event in my life. On second thought, make that an ongoing event. Not long ago, I found myself in a situation where I thought I might be able to help someone who told me he was, and is still, seeking a way to believe in a God he has come to regard as unkind and vengeful. ( I will call him “Carmine” so I don’t have to keep referring to him as “this person”). Carmine has huge issues with the idea of Jesus as even a decent human being, much less humankind’s Redeemer. But I am certain that his continued assaults are one way in which he is trying to resolve what he more or less describes as an internal struggle. Along with this, he has related to me and some other people that he believes he has been subjected to abuse in the name of the Lord for most of his life. I am aware that situations like this occur everyday, so I decided to take Carmine at his word.
It is important for me to emphasize that Carmine is not, and may never be, ready to hear about the Truth of Christ and the Love of God in what might be described as “traditional language”. While I truly doubt that many of my brothers and sisters in Christ would describe me as being exactly “traditional”, I think that Carmine might perceive me that way. And while I am unsure whether his repeated curses against people who take a more traditional approach to Christianity were directed at me personally, they became so abusive and hateful that I walked away. I just walked away, maybe when he needed me the most. Here I am, Lord—no, there I was!
It isn’t ego that makes the tears roll down my face. (That’s what Carmine would probably say.) I am just sad. Did I ditch my duty? Did I tell God, “No, I won’t listen to this hate-talk anymore, Lord, not even for Your sake?” I am not sure that is what I did. I know that I did not completely close the door behind me. And maybe my parting words to him actually spoke to him in some way or another. I just don’t know. Neither did I leave Carmine completely alone. I left him with others who might be able to help, maybe in a way I do not know how. And I am keeping up with how he is doing. Sometimes I want to go back so badly and answer a question that I know is on his mind. But would I help or hurt? Would I slip up and use the wrong words or the wrong tone and send him spiraling even deeper in doubt?
I wanted to share my thoughts with you here. I know that I have to first look to the Spirit for my answers. But maybe someone else would like to share a similar experience—maybe even from the opposite side of a situation like this.
InPeace,
InLove
All through the Bible, Old and New Testaments, we can find accounts of folks (Moses is a good example) who, when God called upon them for a particular service, they replied with “Here I Am”. Some gave their answer rather quickly (the original Twelve, perhaps?), and others had to be more “creatively” drafted (maybe Jonah? Or Paul?). Eventually, however, each one submitted to the will of God.
I bring this up because of a recent event in my life. On second thought, make that an ongoing event. Not long ago, I found myself in a situation where I thought I might be able to help someone who told me he was, and is still, seeking a way to believe in a God he has come to regard as unkind and vengeful. ( I will call him “Carmine” so I don’t have to keep referring to him as “this person”). Carmine has huge issues with the idea of Jesus as even a decent human being, much less humankind’s Redeemer. But I am certain that his continued assaults are one way in which he is trying to resolve what he more or less describes as an internal struggle. Along with this, he has related to me and some other people that he believes he has been subjected to abuse in the name of the Lord for most of his life. I am aware that situations like this occur everyday, so I decided to take Carmine at his word.
It is important for me to emphasize that Carmine is not, and may never be, ready to hear about the Truth of Christ and the Love of God in what might be described as “traditional language”. While I truly doubt that many of my brothers and sisters in Christ would describe me as being exactly “traditional”, I think that Carmine might perceive me that way. And while I am unsure whether his repeated curses against people who take a more traditional approach to Christianity were directed at me personally, they became so abusive and hateful that I walked away. I just walked away, maybe when he needed me the most. Here I am, Lord—no, there I was!
It isn’t ego that makes the tears roll down my face. (That’s what Carmine would probably say.) I am just sad. Did I ditch my duty? Did I tell God, “No, I won’t listen to this hate-talk anymore, Lord, not even for Your sake?” I am not sure that is what I did. I know that I did not completely close the door behind me. And maybe my parting words to him actually spoke to him in some way or another. I just don’t know. Neither did I leave Carmine completely alone. I left him with others who might be able to help, maybe in a way I do not know how. And I am keeping up with how he is doing. Sometimes I want to go back so badly and answer a question that I know is on his mind. But would I help or hurt? Would I slip up and use the wrong words or the wrong tone and send him spiraling even deeper in doubt?
I wanted to share my thoughts with you here. I know that I have to first look to the Spirit for my answers. But maybe someone else would like to share a similar experience—maybe even from the opposite side of a situation like this.
InPeace,
InLove