I sit tapping away on this laptop being ill at present not knowing when the next tremour will happen nor why and how quite exactly I contracted this illness. Suspicions hold it that I got this illness because of other influences I have recently been with but that just doesnt make sense. On the contrary, I may simply have an illness or symptoms that trail along when one undergoes something else however to be certain I need a specific doctor: the gynaecologist. There are so many intricacies even involved in visiting one of those doctors here but for the most part, I have decided to visit one.
I wish I could go on about my journey to the gynaecologist's but you may have to tune in another time for that one? Who knows.
This brings me to another point,the fact that when youre sick youre not quite able to do the things you once were. As I think back this all too well resembles the disappointing image that rests on my shoulders and heart of sitting on the sidelines within the Christian faith. Sitting on the sidelines in your faith isnt a great place to be. While all the world continue to move around and everyone seems to be doing well,youre left at nothing and almost nothing for some. Not only does this exclude you from other daily activities amongst groups or friends, but the other closest unit,more commonly known as the family becomes jeopardized.The question is then, so what's important to remember during such a time?
I walk into the "assembly of the bretheren", as I look from side to side, everyone that attends this place has a role in their life and most of which have a stable means of income. For a moment an incredible sense of hesitancy,insecurity and a bit of jealousy fills me as I look around.You know that incredible feeling of having an imaginary audience as psychologists would say? You look around and suddenly become overwhelmed by everyone else because you think theyre all staring at you and your faults? It didnt seem like that, just in reality the case was where everyone around me did in fact have a job or huge purpose (and for those of you who do know me, yo ud know that I find fulfillment in seeing His destiny and purposes accomplished with me in it,actively involved) you could see radiating from them. Such assertiveness. There's me walking in the uncertainty,in the middle.
As I began to think about them,I pondered on the differences between them and myself. I wondered how they viewed me,the lesser human, or viewed themselves. How many of us are aware of who and what we become when little is given to us? Maybe thats fine and the real problem strikes when a lot is given to us. Maybe their reasons for past complacency was their sense of too much comfort. What does too much comfort look like? Do our beings swell up with pride claiming we are of no use to service,be it in a church building or otherwise? Do we swell up in pride knowing our needs are met and therefore the world around us can freely crumble once we know we arent responsible for it, things should be fine?Im reminded of this verse :
" The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride"-Ecclesiastes 7:8
Maybe,just maybe not seeing His destiny fulfilled in our own lives,though an uncomfortable place to be in is the place He wants us to be. So we dont become like the inhumane around us,even within our church walls.
Dig Deeper:
James 5:7
In grace,
Kesara
"
I walk into the "assembly of the bretheren", as I look from side to side, everyone that attends this place has a role in their life and most of which have a stable means of income. For a moment an incredible sense of hesitancy,insecurity and a bit of jealousy fills me as I look around.You know that incredible feeling of having an imaginary audience as psychologists would say? You look around and suddenly become overwhelmed by everyone else because you think theyre all staring at you and your faults? It didnt seem like that, just in reality the case was where everyone around me did in fact have a job or huge purpose (and for those of you who do know me, yo ud know that I find fulfillment in seeing His destiny and purposes accomplished with me in it,actively involved) you could see radiating from them. Such assertiveness. There's me walking in the uncertainty,in the middle.
As I began to think about them,I pondered on the differences between them and myself. I wondered how they viewed me,the lesser human, or viewed themselves. How many of us are aware of who and what we become when little is given to us? Maybe thats fine and the real problem strikes when a lot is given to us. Maybe their reasons for past complacency was their sense of too much comfort. What does too much comfort look like? Do our beings swell up with pride claiming we are of no use to service,be it in a church building or otherwise? Do we swell up in pride knowing our needs are met and therefore the world around us can freely crumble once we know we arent responsible for it, things should be fine?Im reminded of this verse :
Maybe,just maybe not seeing His destiny fulfilled in our own lives,though an uncomfortable place to be in is the place He wants us to be. So we dont become like the inhumane around us,even within our church walls.
Dig Deeper:
James 5:7
In grace,
Kesara
"
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