September 4th, 2012

They Just Don’t Know

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Written by: Gene

A couple days ago, I made a post that seemed to have offended someone. It was my intention to write it in such a way to be cryptic, so that no one would know what I was venting about.

It is hard to watch your wife, heartbroken and crying, because of choices that her family has made. This is especially true when those choices will cause your death. No one wants to “get that call…”, or have uniformed men walk up to your door with “I’m sorry to have to inform you that…”.

I saw that there was a comment that seemed cold, but my first thought was on my Lord’s Prayer. I am not referring to the one that people know as “The Lords Prayer”, but the prayer that He said when it really mattered.

Luke 23:34 – Then Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.”

I don’t know what you were facing, but you were forgiven days ago.

I appreciate everyone’s prayers, and believe me, they were a comfort in this storm. I cannot allow offenses to hinder all the prayers sent up to the Lord during this time.

It is such a hard thing to watch people you love destroy themselves because of rebellion, bitterness, pride, selfishness, unforgiveness… sin.

I learned a long time ago that I do not have the midas touch, and in fact most things that I try to fix usually turn to crap. I have had to step away from loved ones, so that the Holy Spirit can deal with them.

Matthew 5:23-24 – Therefore if you bring your gift to the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar, and go your way. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift.

Luke 15:18-20 – I will arise and go to my father, and will say to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you, and I am no longer worthy to be called your son. Make me like one of your hired servants.”’
“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.

You cannot force people to come to you, and require they beg your forgiveness so that you are healed, but you can forgive them first. You sometimes have to stay back, let them go through hell first, allow the Holy Spirit to deal with them, and wait with open arms for them to come to you. Then and only then can you run to them saying, “I love you!”

I can’t tell you how much I want reconciliation… I can’t tell you how much I need to forgive… I can’t tell you how much I need the gifts that I lay at God’s altar to be recieved… I can’t tell you how much I need to make my Lord happy, living a life that is an act of worship.

Lord Jesus, thank you so much for your prayer of forgiveness. I heard it as I drove the nails into your hands. I witnessed it as you reached down with those very hands and pulled me up. I felt them embrace me, and I walk with them holding mine.

You Jesus are my one desire.

You never hurt just yourself…

I am sitting here watching my bride, and as I see the tears stream down her face, my heart hurts with hers.

You want to live life your way… Don’t want anyone to tell you what to do… You think that you deserve it… You believe that you can handle it… You think that you are above everyone else.

I see the flow of mixed emotions on my baby’s face. She loves you, but wants to slap you back into reality.

You thought you could handle it… Assumed the bullet wasn’t in the chamber… You said just one more time… Thinking that you will skip by one more time.

My girl is praying for you now. I try to comfort her, but her heart is in pain. What can I do?

You are laying there… Overdosed once again… I hear the IV machine beeping… The nurse comes in…

My love goes to help the nurse, wanting to talk to you. She cries as she looks at your face.

You are a slave to your vices… You thought the drugs would make you free… You have no idea that you are killing yourself… You have lost yourself in the pursuit of living for yourself…

My Love is praying again, looking for light in your eyes. Wanting you safe again, hoping that you won’t die.

Your drugs don’t hurt just yourself.

About the Author

A husband to an awesome wife, father to 3 beautiful girls, step-father to a beautiful girl and smart son. Preacher, Designer and best of all a Servant to a loving and gracious God.

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