The work of the Lord is changing people.
It’s my work, too, but only in the sense I am just a messenger. And when God does His work in the human heart, sometimes I’m there as a spectator who gets to celebrate.
I’m not the truth police. It would make my world a better place if people could walk in the same power and truth that fires my life, but there is nothing more I can do than live it and speak about it. The longer I do this, the easier it is to let stuff slide. Yes, it’s painful, but that’s the nature of our human existence. I’ve gotten more used to it. I can watch people cry and melt down; I hate it but there’s not much I can do. They have chosen to live the lie and I can’t choose truth for them, nor even correct their false understanding.
And who’s to say I’m not all messed up? I don’t even want what most people want. I’ve become convinced it’s not available anyway. When it appears to be possible, I find it’s never as satisfying as people expect. But if you’re at peace with your situation, you should ignore me.
Still, I’m utterly certain in my own soul things could be better for some folks who seem stuck in a vicious circle of sorrow. They hate it, but they keep demanding from people and situations things that can never be. I watch a professing Christian ignore God’s Word and wonder why things don’t work. There are times when the English translation is not mysterious at all. For example the woman who doesn’t get the New Testament command that she submit to her husband. He’s more godly than most, still human, but he is her covering in the Spirit. She can’t leave behind that instinct to play truth police; she simply can’t resist correcting what she sees are his mistakes.
The really sad part is this destroys not only her peace, but everyone else around her suffers the needless tension. Her vision of perfection is too close to what Satan is selling and it spills over into everyone’s life near her. If those around her were mystics, it would be okay, but there’s so much tension, it’s hard to even suggest it. Meanwhile, she lives in denial of her own imperfections. She rarely apologizes for anything, but demands it from everyone else for even trifles. Her life is a soap opera; that’s her vision of reality.
It’s painful to watch.
All I can do is be consistent to my own message and calling. God does the changing, or not, as He sees fit.
