Labor Pains of Life RSS

Confession time. I am a broken person. Truth is that we are all in this fix. Broken. Bleeding. Sinful. Twisted. Problem: I don't like that assessment. Probably none of us do. When I look at the glory of Jesus, and His perfection, I feel as Isaiah did when he so succinctly stated, "We are unfit to worship you; each of our good deeds is merely a filthy rag. We dry up like leaves; our sins are storm winds sweeping us away." Isaiah 64:6 (CEV) Then another problem tends to slide up from behind when I dwell on the doom and...

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Warning: The topic at hand is Spiritual Abuse. It may surprise you that this is even a thing, but I promise that it is. Not many are brave enough to talk about it because for so long the church has been revered as perfection and right, and anyone who dares to suggest otherwise, is shot to death before they can even stand up. If you want to read this with the intent of finding a new gossip topic, or be judgemental toward those who have been slain by the vises of those who are supposedly called to be holy, then...

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The horrible, unfortunate truth is that the church is astronomically good at disappointing. We expect love and care and understanding because the church loves Jesus, right?  When we think of the Christian church, we probably think words like honesty, acceptance, peace, care, and potlucks. Not to sent off dynamite at your party, but the painful truth is that this is, most of the time, not how things work. But, you know what? The crystal clear truth is that this is not God's fault. When the church disappoints, and lies, and stabs to kill, and crushes into the dirt with their...

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Beauty, Care, Grace, Help, nurture -

The child, feet dirty from running in the grass all day, clutches the toy close and watches in terror as a significant person in her life snaps mentally, falls on the floor, and screams for the devil to end the torture. And the child is frozen in the moment. Forever. ******* I used to wonder why in tarnation anyone would freely voice the idea that if they could go back in time they would not change a thing about their life. How was that even possible? I spent countless hours throughout my childhood and adolescence imagining stories in which the...

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Those friends who know me well, the ones who have seen my dark side, now and again inform me that I am a pessimist. I, on the other hand, believe myself to be more correctly labeled a Realist. Truth is that I often do tend to see the dark side of the picture. Constant, cheerful smiles just make me tired. I mean, sure, smile and be happy, but in moderation for pity's sake! Maybe that is just me, being my twisted self. I have to fight the urge to go down the windy, hopeless path way more often than I...

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