Because there are no “entry-level” positions in God’s eyes. There are no ladders to climb to make us more important than another Christian.
Leaving behind legalism is one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done. And for a long time, I just couldn’t do it.
For those times when you are out-of-sync spiritually with your spouse.
The verse that is probably used the most to stress “faithful church attendance” is simply a reminder that we need to be getting together with other believers.
I’m asking you to focus less on the problem and consider the possibility you could in fact be part of the solution.
But sometimes, the first step of surrender is admitting to God that you aren’t ready to surrender.
But that very brief time that I spent at that church didn’t pull me down. In contrast, it really opened my eyes to a lot of things: I realized that the body of Christ is much bigger than I thought. I realized that God could be found in places where I thought I should never dare show up.
But God isn’t nearly as far away as you think. Open your eyes. Look around you for his love – for his grace – today in the ordinary, in the human, in the messy, in the everyday. He’s there, waiting to love you.
Life just got a whole lot bigger and scarier. But the God I knew was still small and stuck in the box I created for him with my incomplete understanding of his grace.
But now, Christianity still so often promotes a system of modesty that is based in shame. We feebly and fearfully adopt “standards” and try to cover up our sin, our shame, with our own inflated sense of goodness – a goodness that can never be good enough.
It was confusing…still believing in the ideal of being a “good Baptist girl” who followed her perfect husband into “full-time Christian service,” yet realizing that not only was it probably never going to happen, but that I wasn’t sure if I even wanted that life anymore.
Healing didn’t happen overnight, and there were so many moments – moments like the summer of 2006 – that were pauses on the journey where I simply held onto faith in God’s plan.
What happened that evening in our home opened up a whole new world for me. I spent hours downloading music, checking out CDs from the library, and just laying in bed listening to secular music as I cried, felt the pain of loss, grieved, and healed.