This only I want to learn from you: Did you receive the Spirit by the works of the law, or by hearing of faith? Are you so foolish? Having begun in the Spirit, are you now being made perfect by the flesh? Have you suffered so many things in vain - if indeed it was in vain?
Can we be real here?
I mean..can I be honest and transparent for a moment? Can I ask you a question and are you willing to think about it and give me an honest answer?
Are you weary?
Does it seem like you are walking a treadmill that goes nowhere? Come on, be honest, lay aside everything you think you know and forget the stock answers.
Are you weary?
OK, here is a shocker (or not)- I am weary!
Yep, you heard it first, from the person you thought had it all together.
The Bible says confess your sins so that you may be healed. Being weary is not a sin. What you do when you are weary could lead to sin, if you turn from God and ignore the convictions.
I work a secular job. Most of the people I work with are "good" people and I have really come to care about most of them. As far as I know, I am the only believer- or should I say, practicing believer (if that is a correct term) I am lonely and I am struggling.
(*OK, a note/warning here for the RELIGIOUS people: This blog entry could upset you and tempt you to stone me, so hit the x button now)
Can we just be real! Can we take off those stinking plastic masks and reveal our imperfect selves, our humanity, and be OK with it? Can we just deal with it for Pete's sake. (who is Pete anyway?)
Do you ever feel like you are juggling raw eggs with your Christian walk? Ever get tired of saying "I am fine" when you know you aren't? This is too much pressure and it is pressure that we have put on ourselves because we have allowed ourselves to be indoctrinated with with false gospel. We my have started off right, but somewhere along the way, we took a wrong turn. Paul said it best when he asked,"...who bewitched you...?"
I have deleted most of what I wrote, because I guess I am too afraid of dropping my eggs, though what I really want to do is throw them at the wall. Religion stinks! And I long for my Jesus to once again reach down and pick me up and wipe me off and cradle me in His arms, so close I can hear His heart beat, and remind me once again that He has not forgotten me- again and again and again- because He is faithful, even when I am not.