Why
I sit here at work thinking about my day. I had lunch with a good friend and was able to talk to her. I was able to set some things out for her. I think she would have come to the right conclusion as she spends time in the word daily and in prayer, probably more than I do.
So, then tonight I call another friend of mine. We talk for a bit and I'm able to ease her mind on a few things.
I'm only recently getting into the Word on a daily basis, but as the Word says about itself, it will not come back void. As I am talking to my friends I am able to come up with verses that apply. That is not what I am questioning. That is God's purpose for his word, to teach and reprove.
What I am questioning is why I, an admittedly fallen Christian, am called upon to help my friends. Do not get me wrong. I love being able to help. If I can remove that worried look and replace it with a relaxed one, I am happy.
I guess my whole issue is fear, fear of failure. What if the day comes along that I am not able to help? What if through my failure I lose a friend. This is a much larger fear than physical danger or death. In actuality, those that I truly call friend are few. Friendship is something that I have redefined several times over the last couple of years. To put it in the harshest of terms, I only have a couple of people who I would go over to their house and help bury the bodies.
"God, I am scared. I thank you for the call on my life. I praise you for my higher purpose. I know you see the fear in my heart and I ask you to remove it. I thank you for the ability to aid my friends. Father, you alone can fix the issues I have caused in my life and make me an effective witness for you. I desire this above all else. I ask that you sharpen your tool to be used for your purpose. In the name of your son, Jesus Christ, amen."
So, then tonight I call another friend of mine. We talk for a bit and I'm able to ease her mind on a few things.
I'm only recently getting into the Word on a daily basis, but as the Word says about itself, it will not come back void. As I am talking to my friends I am able to come up with verses that apply. That is not what I am questioning. That is God's purpose for his word, to teach and reprove.
What I am questioning is why I, an admittedly fallen Christian, am called upon to help my friends. Do not get me wrong. I love being able to help. If I can remove that worried look and replace it with a relaxed one, I am happy.
I guess my whole issue is fear, fear of failure. What if the day comes along that I am not able to help? What if through my failure I lose a friend. This is a much larger fear than physical danger or death. In actuality, those that I truly call friend are few. Friendship is something that I have redefined several times over the last couple of years. To put it in the harshest of terms, I only have a couple of people who I would go over to their house and help bury the bodies.
"God, I am scared. I thank you for the call on my life. I praise you for my higher purpose. I know you see the fear in my heart and I ask you to remove it. I thank you for the ability to aid my friends. Father, you alone can fix the issues I have caused in my life and make me an effective witness for you. I desire this above all else. I ask that you sharpen your tool to be used for your purpose. In the name of your son, Jesus Christ, amen."
posted by Douglas at 1:48 AM
2 Comments:
This is a fear very common among any and all people, Christian and unchristian--though often an unspoken one. I encourage you to stand like Paul, who once wrote, "At...first...no man stood with me, but all men forsook me...Notwithstanding the Lord stood with me, and strengthened me...and the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and preserved me unto his heavenly kingdom," (2 Tim. 4:16-18). We all value friendship, but let us stand first with Christ; our other relationships will follow in suite. May God support you in your infirmities, as He says in Isaiah 55 that he bore them. God bless, Uncle.
We had a "free garage sale" at the end of the semester. Everyone brought what they thought was worthless to them. I was excited to get a jacket that someone else didn't want. At the end, my friend who organized it said--when we think all we have is worthless, it's the thing someone else needs the most. God does have a call on your life.
We all struggle, but the TRUTH is that you are forgiven. It's just how quickly you pick yourself up and climb into your Father's lap.
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