I came into a situation to which I was called. I came with the understanding that it was my calling to serve, and I did. I served with the love of God in my heart the children and adults in the community of my service. But, I also came into a situation where I was abused both by the people with whom I had contracted to perform the service and by my direct supervisor. I was lied to, belittled, and told my work was not worthy even though I knew it was. I was threatened with loss of livelihood if I did not make social connections that were required of no one else in my position and threatened with loss of livelihood if I spoke with my contractual and legal representatives. I was made promises that were never meant to be kept that resulted in material loss and discomfort.
Through all this I thought it was my duty to bear the abuse and indignities as part of my faith in the one to whom I owe my life. In a way it was, but I didn’t do it very well. My feelings were hurt by the treatment I received. I spoke out against those from whom the abuse flowed. Feeling that my treatment was unjustified I spoke to them in anger and bitterness. I attempted to pressure these people into doing the “right thing.” I was unsuccessful and resentment developed.
It is difficult to feel love and charity for those against whom resentment is held and those for whom there is no trust. But I would try. I would forgive them and consider it my duty to bear these things as mentioned above and then it would happen again and the resentment and hurt would reappear. Each time would be worse than the last because I felt it had a cumulative effect.
It is happening again now and the cycle began to repeat itself. Then one of the individuals in question said something to me that took a while to work its way into my soul. I was asked if my faith in God did not instruct me to also have faith in others even when they have demonstrated faithlessness. My immediate answer was no, it did not. My immediate answer was that if I pick up a snake and it bites me then I am under no obligation to pick it up again. It would be an act of foolishness to do so. My immediate thought was that my faith in God DOES instruct me that a tree does not bear both good and bad fruit. If I bite into a piece of fruit and find it bad then it would be insanity to pick another fruit from the same tree and bite into it thinking that it would be good this time.
Twelve Step groups teach their adherents that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different consequences.
But I prayed and meditated on the matter for quite a while afterward, and it was here that the lesson started to clarify
itself. I believe it is the lesson that was originally intended for me to learn when I was called into this place over a year ago.
I am not called to be naive. I am not called to believe that those who have proved themselves untrustworthy time after time are suddenly going to become worthy of trust especially when they make excuses, denials, shift the blame, and generally express no regret for prior words and deeds. But, I AM called to love them regardless.
I am called to feel compassion for those who have sinned. I am instructed to pray for them. I am told by the spirit to intercede on their behalf. If they hold positions of power over me and I am abused by their words and actions, then it is still my duty to forgive them and hold no resentment towards them for their behaviors.
This is very hard, people! Even if you do not believe in the divinity of Jesus, the one who is called Christ, the record shows that during his torture and even up to the moment of his death he forgave and interceded for those who beat, whipped, and nailed him to a tree to die. I am not Jesus. I try to emulate him, but fall short very often.
If he was who he said he was, then he alone of all the people in the earth before, during, and after that time had every reason to object to being humiliated, physically tortured and finally executed just for saying who he said he was. He had every reason to exhibit his pride and dignity as the self-proclaimed Son of God, but instead, out of love, he allowed himself to be abused, defiled, and finally killed. He went to his death interceding with God for the forgiveness of those who brought about his death.
I don’t know if I could do that, do you? I think I am a lot closer to being able to that today than I was yesterday, though.
That is my lesson. Like I said I am not Christ and no one is seeking to kill me. I am called nonetheless to love and forgive those who would say things and commit actions that bring me hurt and loss of material comfort. I don’t expect it to be easy. It is difficult to break old habits. However I believe it to be at least one if not the most important lesson I was called here to learn. My sacrifices and indignities are vastly unimportant and petty compared to the sacrifice made for me.
Through all adversity, love one another.
Gryphon








No Qualifiers
Posted by Gryphon on January 22, 2009
God is Jesus.
Jesus is God.
The Holy Spirit is both of them.
Unequivocally.
I also believe in the Devil.
HA! There! I said it!
c.e.s.
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