Well, honestly, I think I'm pretty much "over it" and then some other bugaboo pops up for me to handle.
Last week, we had a conversation with the pastor of the church plant we've been involved in and we decided we no longer wish to be involved, due to doctrinal differences.
This was a civilized conversation. Mr. Garden had e-mailed him, he was sad, wanted to discuss things, and came over at an appointed time. He first said he wanted to know if he "had done anything wrong" but it quickly became obvious he was sure he had not. We explained what we believe, he explained what he believes and finally we had to agree to disagree. No screaming, no accusations, no "the minute you walk out of here the Christ in you dies" type warnings. He was sad, so were we. We hugged, we prayed, and we parted on decent terms.
The next couple of days, I wobbled a little bit, but I didn't feel as though I were condemning myself to hell. I don't fear disaster for myself or my family. I worry a little bit sometimes about whether or not I'm on the right track, but then I recover, with the help of God's comfort and encouragement.
Contrast this to over a decade ago, when I was convinced I would die soon because we had stepped out of the covering protection of Zion.
I guess the point is, if I can help someone else who feels like I felt, well, that's one of the big reasons I'm still hanging around, if only for a quick cup of coffee and a nod to old friends.
Well, honestly, I think I'm pretty much "over it" and then some other bugaboo pops up for me to handle.
Last week, we had a conversation with the pastor of the church plant we've been involved in and we decided we no longer wish to be involved, due to doctrinal differences.
This was a civilized conversation. Mr. Garden had e-mailed him, he was sad, wanted to discuss things, and came over at an appointed time. He first said he wanted to know if he "had done anything wrong" but it quickly became obvious he was sure he had not. We explained what we believe, he explained what he believes and finally we had to agree to disagree. No screaming, no accusations, no "the minute you walk out of here the Christ in you dies" type warnings. He was sad, so were we. We hugged, we prayed, and we parted on decent terms.
The next couple of days, I wobbled a little bit, but I didn't feel as though I were condemning myself to hell. I don't fear disaster for myself or my family. I worry a little bit sometimes about whether or not I'm on the right track, but then I recover, with the help of God's comfort and encouragement.
Contrast this to over a decade ago, when I was convinced I would die soon because we had stepped out of the covering protection of Zion.
I guess the point is, if I can help someone else who feels like I felt, well, that's one of the big reasons I'm still hanging around, if only for a quick cup of coffee and a nod to old friends.
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cman
honestly looking for answers is a quality not to be discarded
despite the places we looked, and looked again
honesty with yourself is important i believe
and how honest
how much can one release fear's grip to look
to really look
there is unknown things to see
else why would we looking
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cheranne
yes. I suppose that is why we all looked in the bible but then found dishonest vps circus!
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Well, honestly, I think I'm pretty much "over it" and then some other bugaboo pops up for me to handle.
Last week, we had a conversation with the pastor of the church plant we've been involved in and we decided we no longer wish to be involved, due to doctrinal differences.
This was a civilized conversation. Mr. Garden had e-mailed him, he was sad, wanted to discuss things, and came over at an appointed time. He first said he wanted to know if he "had done anything wrong" but it quickly became obvious he was sure he had not. We explained what we believe, he explained what he believes and finally we had to agree to disagree. No screaming, no accusations, no "the minute you walk out of here the Christ in you dies" type warnings. He was sad, so were we. We hugged, we prayed, and we parted on decent terms.
The next couple of days, I wobbled a little bit, but I didn't feel as though I were condemning myself to hell. I don't fear disaster for myself or my family. I worry a little bit sometimes about whether or not I'm on the right track, but then I recover, with the help of God's comfort and encouragement.
Contrast this to over a decade ago, when I was convinced I would die soon because we had stepped out of the covering protection of Zion.
I guess the point is, if I can help someone else who feels like I felt, well, that's one of the big reasons I'm still hanging around, if only for a quick cup of coffee and a nod to old friends.
WG
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Bolshevik
"Dr Fat Rat"
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cheranne
GOOD ANSWER.
That is putting it nicely! :o
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