Idols

I have been reading in I Kings and II Kings over the past few weeks. Last night I was captured by a repeated phase "And he did what was right in the sight of the Lord.  However the high places were not taken away, and the people still sacrificed and burned incense on the high places."

These kings did right in the sight of the Lord, but they still held on to ways that were not of God.  I thought about how this reflects the culture that we live in, even in the church.  We do what is right in the sight of the Lord, we read the Word, pray, attend church, give to those in need, tithe.  The things most people see as "Christian."  If we are compared to others, we are doing right, but the truth is , there are areas in our lives that are not in line with what God has for us.  

Those high places offered sacrifices to false god's - god's of greed, success, pleasure, sex, selfishness.  These are the same things that we covet in our society today.  We may not have a golden image that we offer incense and sacrifices too, but we worship these things still the same.  We put these things before God and then blame Him when things do not work out the way that we want them too in those areas.  

It is time that we put God first in every area of our life.  We must stop seeking after things that only bring temporal fulfillment and then leave us feeling empty again.  We must line up every area of our life, those seen by men and those not that are not seen, the high places that are "out of sight, out of mind" and walk in the ways of our Father.

New Creature

2 Corinthians 5:17 (AMP) Therefore if any person is [in grafted] in Christ (the Messiah) he is a new creation (a new creature altogether); the old [previous moral and spiritual condition] has passed away. Behold, the fresh and new has come!

Sunday Pastor Cass was preaching on Who we are in Christ.  He shared II Corinthians 5:17.  I know the verse I can quote it.  Today it really spoke to me.  He read this from a different version than I am used to that stated that we have been in grafted.  God has become so much a part of us and us a part of him that you can't tell where He begins and where we end.

I have a hard time letting go of the past, in part because much of it was lost with the death of my childhood best friend.  I have not been defining myself as Christ has, because I have been stuck in the past.  I know who I am in Christ, but I have been holding on to "the facts according to Jackie", that no one could possibly understand who I am now because they can't know the full facts of who I was then.  Like people could not appreciate the work God has done because they couldn't understand all that He brought me out of.

When I would share my story at work I could relive that who I was and people could appreciate, at least enough to write a check to support the cause, the transformation that had occurred in my life.

The TRUTH is that I am an new creation.  Yes, I was born again before , but I never defined myself by who God says I am.  I had not truly accepted who Christ said I was.  The past is really gone.  Not because Jennifer died, because I said I was sorry and have changed, but because Christ said so.  I am a new creation.  I am not a better version, God didn't just fix pieces of my life and call it good - I am all new in Him.

Letting Go... A lesson in forgiveness

Many people walk through life with a grudge, waiting for those who hurt them to come and say “I am sorry.”  “I was wrong.”  “I shouldn’t have done _________.”  “Please forgive me.” “Let me make it up to you.”  While these are all great things for someone who has hurt someone to do, they are not necessary for forgiveness to occur. 

As a teenager, I placed myself in to situations that I should have never been.  Looking back, I was searching for something, but that is another chapter.  When I was thirteen years old, I went with a guy whom I met before with other friends.  We drove out to the backside of the lake for “driving lessons.”  Only he had in mind something else, which I did not want to give.  When his sexual advancements did not go as planned, he agreed that we would really go to a place where he could teach me to drive.  He drove us out into a remote area, and raped me.

That day, my innocence was stolen.  He took my virginity, kicking, screaming, and crying “no.”  To add insult to injury, he really did try to give me driving lessons after he raped me.  When he took me back to my house, he threatened me and my family.  He used power and control to keep me quiet, even though every part of me knew what he did was wrong. 

A few weeks later, a close friend commented on the change in my personality.  When I told him what happened, he and another guy beat up the guy that raped me.  My rapist’s friends ganged up against him, and eventually I was empowered enough to confront him.  Maybe not as I should have, but for a 14 year old girl to confront the man who raped her, not once but twice, I learned I could have a voice.

When I finally had the courage to tell someone other than friends, it was someone who should have responded differently.  I went to my school counselor.  She told me it was my fault.  It wasn’t an implied “it’s your fault.”  It was a flat out “It is your fault, look at how you dress.”  I thought back to what I had on that day – skinny jeans and a pink with black paisley long sleeved, over sized, button-up collared, shirt with black laced up tennis boots; certainly no different than most of the teenagers then, or now for that matter.   I took her words to heart and didn't speak of that for some time.  I played those comments in my head for years to come. 

My path had crossed with him one other time.   I again let everyone in the vicinity know what kind of person he was, but also learned that he really was just a teenage boy.  I had thought he was older, but he had given me his license to prove his age, he was two years older.  Later I learned from another friend, of at least three other victims.

As I am writing this, I did a search for his name.  He is still in the area.  There are charges in another state for murder.  He was convicted and sentenced to 15 years on a lesser charge of voluntary manslaughter, but the address for him is not jail, nor has it been 15 years since the sentence.

When my son was born, I came across his name in the arrest section of the paper.  I don’t know why it brought out so much rage and anxiety in me – he was locked up.  With some prompting from my Sunday school teacher. I wrote him a letter.  I poured out forgiveness in that letter.  He had never apologized, and except on the Day of Judgement before God, I doubt he ever will. 

Even though the letter eventually was returned to me, I found a release that day in the power I had given him over me.  I don’t have Post Traumatic Stress about the event. I can talk about it, and then I can let it go.  The guy, the rape, what was stolen, it is all just something that I learned from and use to help others.  I no longer play that counselor’s words in my mind, except to tell people I counsel “I don’t care if you are walking down the street buck naked it does not give anyone the right to touch your body.  Please understand I am not recommending that you walk down the street naked, I am just saying that “no” means “NO” regardless of how you are dressed or acted before you said no.”

Letting go is an important spiritual journey.  I had to let go of what happened, not for him, but for me.  I had to take back the power he tried to steal. I had to release the words spoken over me.  Those words could have destroyed me, instead I allowed them to propel me into a career to help others heal from others actions.  Letting go is good for the soul.