The Unwiling Christian
April 15th 2008 03:21
Well there you are, and how unlucky it is for a fellow or a woman to end up being a Christian….I mean, what’s wrong with God, that He would make a bloke like me or a woman like you into a believer? It’s just not fair….believe me and I am just such a fellow.
I guess that I ought not to complain too much as that smells like so much like a bad case of indigestion and lack of respect and appreciation for His Pardoning of me. How do you feel? Do you feel as I do at this time…..smile? Well at least we can laugh at our selves can’t we…smile.
I suppose that you too would rather that I not even mention that God word, in your presence, nor even mention about His religion of Jesus, His only begotten Son who is the Christ of all of His predestined effectually called and chosen people. No, I guess not.
Smile, well at least you know of who I am talking about, or do you? Do you actually know of whom I am talking about? I am talking about the only wise immortal eternal God of all creation and creator of all of mankind, and to whom has all power and authority and divine control over every thing and every one regardless the types of earthly faiths and practices and belief’s we give to our selves as time goes marching on around us, a day at a time, for the past six thousand and eight years, to date. And who holds the keys to His divine kingdom and to hell and damnation for ever.
Is? This the same God as you know, because that is the one I am talking about. As for me I was a hater of Him from the age of five, and up to the age of forty years of age. I even became a Muslim for twenty years, just to show him and every one else how much I hated Him. And how much I hated anyone remotely connected with Him. And I loved being a Muslim, and no one could speak against Islam in my presence with out getting into a fight with me, over such a vicious mouthful of lies being spoken in my presence.
Well guess what? As much as I hated Him, He still had other plans for me far beyond any of my knowing of any thing. Did I want to be a Christian? No way? Did I want to be His in anyway shape or form? No, Way. And yet, I was a most horrible man, and had lost all types of friendships that I had made over the years. I hated what I had become and could see no way out of my then situation…I was locked into a life that made me an enemy to every one around me and especially to me (Just read Romans chapters one and two: and there I am).
And yet God had other plans for me far beyond my knowing of any thing. It has been sixteen years now that The only wise and all powerful and divine God, of the Holy Ghost in the Son Jesus the Christ, mediator and justifier of His predestined chosen people, freed me from me and from all other false gods and religions and from false faiths, and from false baptisms, and from false worship practices, and from false all false knowledge: and I am so relieved He has done so.
I had no idea just how bad a life I had before He had brought me out of the darkness of sin and of being born under the law. But then again, I had no idea of how to be a true blue ‘dinky dy’ Christian either. I had no idea of how to sit at ease in the chapel, nor of how to read a hymn book nor of how to sing their songs and their tunes were all over the place.
How can people ever enjoy singing stuff when the words and the tunes are so mixed up and frustrating? And then to be up and down at each song, and then the many prayers being under taken during each service, and then the length of the service and the donation plate and then the length of the sermon and having to do it each Sabbath Sunday, and then spend time having a chat in Christian-ese lingo…smile? It was just too hard.
It took me seven years to begin to feel comfortable in such surroundings each week. And then I had to learn how to be a friend with people all over again, and to make restitution for harms done in my old life as I went along, and I needed much mentoring in how to be a Christian on a daily basis. And I got it too; which helped me a lot; And then I had to learn how to be a son and an uncle and a relative and a worker and a boss all over again.
And as time went on I had to learn how to put into practice an act of faith….which was terribly hard for me at first. And then I had to learn how to let go and let God take control over every thing in my life. I had to learn how to be “Under His Divine Martial Orders” for the whole of my life from that time on, and for and my Spiritual growth and maturing in the faith as well, from that time one. Then I had to learn how to be tolerant of others with in the “-----------“ so called Christian umbrella, who were just as week at being a Christian as I was; even when many of them were still as week as me after they had been a so called “practicing Christian” for a hundred years already. It was just too much for me most of the time.
In fact I had become the unwilling Christian. I just did not want to be one if this is what you could end up like, after being a Christian for so long. Then I had to learn how to accept this life that I now had been granted as it was given to me to handle on a daily basis, and this too was very difficult for me too. How on earth can a person do this sort of stuff on a daily basis, when I could not even cope with me on a minute by minute basis? Then I had to learn how to cope with and accept a loved ones death in this new walk of life. I had to learn how to say good by to my mother from emphysema back in 1994, then to learn how to look after my dad until his eventual death in 1997 also from emphysema. And so on. It was just too much, for me to cope with on a day by day basis.
And yet each day, I began to develop a sense of strength and a sense of stamina and a sens of endurance of a kind that I had never known before. Sure I knew how to be tough and how to stick at things and to finish a job once I had began it and so on. But this was a totally different kind of fitness, and a different kind of stamina and of strength and of endurance. It was of a faith and belief in God that I had never been able to do ever before.
But this was just the beginning. I had to learn how to handle being driven to my knees on many a day and night both to pray and to cry, and to sleep.
And then I had to learn how to admit my wrongs and to see what a Spiritual wrong was, as well as what a Spiritual Forgiveness was, and as to what a Spiritual Apology for my wrongs was all about. And to learn how to stand up for a Biblical Truth on a Spiritual level as well; And not to be shaken nor stirred nor lured away from them. And to show others the why and wherefore, they were in the wrong, with out having an axe to grind about it as well. That was extremely hard not to do for a long while (eight years to be honest about it).
Today though if you are having feelings of being unwilling to be a Christian even if your not one, and especially if you claim to be on, then guess what…your being typically human as well. The only cure I know of, from God’s Word and Holy Ghost shows me how to handle myself at such times is to have a good laugh at myself, for being typically me; And to get on with life as he has set out before to deal with just for today.
And then to ask Him for His forgiveness without being sad about it, for it is in the asking that I get freedom from the poor me’s and from my own self fish old ways that try to regain control over me, from time to time. I cannot always bring myself back in to the reality of the day without His help and the help of His Holy Ghost. So I know that the simplest way to handle me and my old self is to turn to God and to His Word and to getting on with my day as He would have me to, with out the worry of worrying about me all of the time.
So there you are; I can always be an unwilling Christian every minute of a day and night, but I don’t have to live there all of the time: But it is much easier being a willing Christian, than an unwilling one.
Take my word for it, I know…smile.
Bye for now; This Old Man.
I guess that I ought not to complain too much as that smells like so much like a bad case of indigestion and lack of respect and appreciation for His Pardoning of me. How do you feel? Do you feel as I do at this time…..smile? Well at least we can laugh at our selves can’t we…smile.
I suppose that you too would rather that I not even mention that God word, in your presence, nor even mention about His religion of Jesus, His only begotten Son who is the Christ of all of His predestined effectually called and chosen people. No, I guess not.
Smile, well at least you know of who I am talking about, or do you? Do you actually know of whom I am talking about? I am talking about the only wise immortal eternal God of all creation and creator of all of mankind, and to whom has all power and authority and divine control over every thing and every one regardless the types of earthly faiths and practices and belief’s we give to our selves as time goes marching on around us, a day at a time, for the past six thousand and eight years, to date. And who holds the keys to His divine kingdom and to hell and damnation for ever.
Is? This the same God as you know, because that is the one I am talking about. As for me I was a hater of Him from the age of five, and up to the age of forty years of age. I even became a Muslim for twenty years, just to show him and every one else how much I hated Him. And how much I hated anyone remotely connected with Him. And I loved being a Muslim, and no one could speak against Islam in my presence with out getting into a fight with me, over such a vicious mouthful of lies being spoken in my presence.
Well guess what? As much as I hated Him, He still had other plans for me far beyond any of my knowing of any thing. Did I want to be a Christian? No way? Did I want to be His in anyway shape or form? No, Way. And yet, I was a most horrible man, and had lost all types of friendships that I had made over the years. I hated what I had become and could see no way out of my then situation…I was locked into a life that made me an enemy to every one around me and especially to me (Just read Romans chapters one and two: and there I am).
And yet God had other plans for me far beyond my knowing of any thing. It has been sixteen years now that The only wise and all powerful and divine God, of the Holy Ghost in the Son Jesus the Christ, mediator and justifier of His predestined chosen people, freed me from me and from all other false gods and religions and from false faiths, and from false baptisms, and from false worship practices, and from false all false knowledge: and I am so relieved He has done so.
I had no idea just how bad a life I had before He had brought me out of the darkness of sin and of being born under the law. But then again, I had no idea of how to be a true blue ‘dinky dy’ Christian either. I had no idea of how to sit at ease in the chapel, nor of how to read a hymn book nor of how to sing their songs and their tunes were all over the place.
How can people ever enjoy singing stuff when the words and the tunes are so mixed up and frustrating? And then to be up and down at each song, and then the many prayers being under taken during each service, and then the length of the service and the donation plate and then the length of the sermon and having to do it each Sabbath Sunday, and then spend time having a chat in Christian-ese lingo…smile? It was just too hard.
It took me seven years to begin to feel comfortable in such surroundings each week. And then I had to learn how to be a friend with people all over again, and to make restitution for harms done in my old life as I went along, and I needed much mentoring in how to be a Christian on a daily basis. And I got it too; which helped me a lot; And then I had to learn how to be a son and an uncle and a relative and a worker and a boss all over again.
And as time went on I had to learn how to put into practice an act of faith….which was terribly hard for me at first. And then I had to learn how to let go and let God take control over every thing in my life. I had to learn how to be “Under His Divine Martial Orders” for the whole of my life from that time on, and for and my Spiritual growth and maturing in the faith as well, from that time one. Then I had to learn how to be tolerant of others with in the “-----------“ so called Christian umbrella, who were just as week at being a Christian as I was; even when many of them were still as week as me after they had been a so called “practicing Christian” for a hundred years already. It was just too much for me most of the time.
In fact I had become the unwilling Christian. I just did not want to be one if this is what you could end up like, after being a Christian for so long. Then I had to learn how to accept this life that I now had been granted as it was given to me to handle on a daily basis, and this too was very difficult for me too. How on earth can a person do this sort of stuff on a daily basis, when I could not even cope with me on a minute by minute basis? Then I had to learn how to cope with and accept a loved ones death in this new walk of life. I had to learn how to say good by to my mother from emphysema back in 1994, then to learn how to look after my dad until his eventual death in 1997 also from emphysema. And so on. It was just too much, for me to cope with on a day by day basis.
And yet each day, I began to develop a sense of strength and a sense of stamina and a sens of endurance of a kind that I had never known before. Sure I knew how to be tough and how to stick at things and to finish a job once I had began it and so on. But this was a totally different kind of fitness, and a different kind of stamina and of strength and of endurance. It was of a faith and belief in God that I had never been able to do ever before.
But this was just the beginning. I had to learn how to handle being driven to my knees on many a day and night both to pray and to cry, and to sleep.
And then I had to learn how to admit my wrongs and to see what a Spiritual wrong was, as well as what a Spiritual Forgiveness was, and as to what a Spiritual Apology for my wrongs was all about. And to learn how to stand up for a Biblical Truth on a Spiritual level as well; And not to be shaken nor stirred nor lured away from them. And to show others the why and wherefore, they were in the wrong, with out having an axe to grind about it as well. That was extremely hard not to do for a long while (eight years to be honest about it).
Today though if you are having feelings of being unwilling to be a Christian even if your not one, and especially if you claim to be on, then guess what…your being typically human as well. The only cure I know of, from God’s Word and Holy Ghost shows me how to handle myself at such times is to have a good laugh at myself, for being typically me; And to get on with life as he has set out before to deal with just for today.
And then to ask Him for His forgiveness without being sad about it, for it is in the asking that I get freedom from the poor me’s and from my own self fish old ways that try to regain control over me, from time to time. I cannot always bring myself back in to the reality of the day without His help and the help of His Holy Ghost. So I know that the simplest way to handle me and my old self is to turn to God and to His Word and to getting on with my day as He would have me to, with out the worry of worrying about me all of the time.
So there you are; I can always be an unwilling Christian every minute of a day and night, but I don’t have to live there all of the time: But it is much easier being a willing Christian, than an unwilling one.
Take my word for it, I know…smile.
Bye for now; This Old Man.
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