The realization that the Holy Spirit is grieved is always quick, dramatic and unmistakable. Still, it usually takes me some time before I acknowledge that I need to ask God if I have displeased Him in any way. Have I been thinking critical or judgmental thoughts? These “secret” sins start in the mind, but soon manifest themselves in gossip, slander and self-righteousness. The longer I wait to face God and ask Him to reveal my sin to me the longer I will suffer. The increasing absence of peace and grace, and a feeling of discomfort that grows into an inexplicable sense of dread, continues until I specifically ask God, “What have I done to displease You, Lord? I want to repent of whatever it is, and stop practicing it. Lord, create in me a clean heart; renew a righteous spirit in me. Please don’t take away Your Holy Spirit.” Because when the Holy Spirit is grieved by my bad attitude, I lose touch with Him. Although my circumstances haven’t noticeably changed, His presence is noticeably absent and my ability to deal with life’s disappointments, big or small, becomes very hard because the anointing “goes away” when I am disobedient, and it’s His anointing that breaks strongholds. Case in point:
One morning, after two days of growing depression, I finally asked the Lord during my devotional time, what I was doing or not doing to displease Him. Immediately I “knew” in my spirit that my thoughts and attitude had displeased God. After a brief pause, I started to reason with God why I did not want to do something that I knew He wanted me to do. It wasn’t some big or hard to do thing. Just a matter of giving up some of my time to lend support to a couple of hurting women from my church. I have a tendency to be selfish with my time and not naturally compassionate either, so here was an opportunity for God to provide some healing stretching in this area of my life. A small thing, yes, but isn’t it always the small things that trip us up? I did not actually say “No!” to the Lord. I started by reasoning why I shouldn’t, wouldn’t and couldn’t extend myself to meet with these women outside of church. This is how it started. We have a support and recovery ministry at my church. Men and women meet separately once a week. The group leader was going away for a week so our upcoming weekly group meeting was cancelled. At the last meeting, some of the girls decided to get together on their own in place of the cancelled meeting. Right from the start, I declined. I was struggling to attend these step studies as it were and not interested in “hanging out” with the group outside of the church meetings. As I was leaving, one of the women, we’ll call her “Kelly,” insisted that she would call me anyway on Wednesday to confirm whether I would come or not. That was Thursday, but it was after Sunday’s service that I decided that I definitely did not want to go out, specifically not with Kelly. It was one of those ant hills that got blown into a mountain, but I ignored that realization. During the Sunday service, Kelly had interrupted my worship (rudely, I thought) to invite herself into my arms, opened wide in worship and start talking to me. “I saw your open arms and I thought that’s for me and I just had to come over for a hug,” she said smiling broadly. I was surprised by the abrupt interruption but I was polite and still. After mentioning that she hoped we could get together on Thursday and that she would call me Wednesday, she left, still smiling happily. Kelly is an attractive and youthful woman probably in her mid forties. She has been widowed for five years now like me and mainly on that basis believes that we have a lot in common. Driving home from church that Sunday, I decided that I was definitely not going out with her the following Thursday. I told God, “I don’t have to if I don’t want to, do I? I mean, she is so pushy and needy, besides by her own admission she has had a number of unhappy relationships with men since she’s been widowed. She is probably still dating and looking for a mate. Not the kind of person I want to “hang out with,” I thought mercilessly. “I don’t want any part of any of that.” This is what I was thinking and bringing to the Lord! At first, the Holy Spirit was just quiet, so I continued over the next day to justify myself more and more convinced that the decision was mine and I was right. But that uncomfortable, empty feeling I get when the Holy Spirit is grieved, would not go away. It was not until Wednesday morning that I couldn’t stand the “silence” any longer, and I repented before the Lord. Then my “aha” moment came: Gently the truth became crystal clear, I realized: “You think you are better than her. Kelly is not the problem. Your fear of intimacy, pride and lack of compassion are really the problems! Like the ripple in a pond, there was an instant realization of numerous other unpleasant characteristics of mine. Awed by God’s never-ending mercy and concern for me in spite of my flaws, I felt deeply saddened and ashamed. I asked God to forgive me for my stubborn self- righteousness and merciless attitude. Mercifully, I cannot remember most of what He showed me that needs to change. If I did I would probably be severely depressed, but I know God will work these things out in me, and I want Him to and I can trust Him because I know, He loves me and He will never leave me, reject me or abandon me. He will work in my life changing me to be more and more like Christ, until I go home to be with Him. After thought: I met with Kelly and another woman from the group at Panera. We prayed and laughed, and had wonderful fellowship together in the Lord…
My husband, Wayne and I were very close friends from our youth. My mother-in-law often described us as “two peas in a pod.” His sudden death of a heart attack devastated me. I was in shock for quite a while. Without him I felt like an amputee. This happened in December on our daughter’s birthday. Wayne was 56 years old. One day, shortly after his death, I “heard” in my head that in five years I would join Wayne. Immediately, I believed this was a promise from God. In truth, I looked forward to the fulfillment of this promise every day, and wrote about it in my journal every night. I only had to get through five years and then I would see my sweetheart again! In the years that followed, I was actively involved in starting up a vital community outreach through my church. My love for the Lord and dependency on Him continued to grow. All the while, I had great comfort from my “secret hope,” that I never shared with anyone. Then about four and a half years after Wayne’s death, there were physical symptoms that something was very wrong. I ignored them for another seven weeks. Finally in August, I went to see a gastroenterologist who scheduled me for an immediate colonoscopy. After the procedure, the doctor did not even wait for the biopsy results to diagnose that I had a malignant tumor and required surgery right away. Convinced that my Cancer was the way God would take me home, I was very much at ease. The doctor seemed taken aback by my calm response. He told me that if I did not have the surgery immediately, the surgeon he wanted to operate would be away on vacation for two weeks. That was fine with me. The flight to visit my daughter in Canada for my birthday was already booked, and I looked forward to spending a week with her and my son-in-law. During this time, I had been participating in the Cleansing Stream program at my church. Just before my trip to Canada, I attended the last session, which was on deception and strongholds. Along with the handouts, part of the curriculum was a little book by Neil T. Anderson addressing various spiritual issues through prayer. That night, re-reading the materials, I noted that one of the times a person is most susceptible to being deceived is after a traumatic experience. I was praying each of the book’s prayers until I came to the ones addressing strongholds and deceptions. Although I did not believe that I was deceived or under any strongholds, I continued to pray for revelation and breakthrough in these areas, and then said, “Lord if I am deceived or captured by any strongholds or secret sin, please reveal them to me.” Instantly, God gave me the understanding that He never told me I would die in five years. I had assumed it was a special gift from Him because gave me such great comfort and peace. I had put strong faith in a lie, and it was killing me. I was amazed and saddened that I had believed a lie for almost five years, and so humbled by the Lord’s patience, kindness, and love for me. He had given me so much grace. I immediately repented that I had never asked the Lord even one time if this was of Him, but that I had blindly put my faith in this lie. Again God was merciful to me, because at that very moment I “knew” that the progression of the Cancer in my body stopped. The Lord gave me numerous scripture while I was recuperating from hip replacement surgery two years prior. Now, I memorized several of them and repeated them throughout the day stringing them into prayers, claiming God’s promises of hope, healing and protection. During the week I visited my daughter in Canada, I continued praying these scriptures daily as I walked through the foothills of the Rockies, speaking them into the air to strengthen my faith, and to let Satan and the entire heavenly host know that I was trusting God, and His promises to me. This was warfare. At the end of September, I had the surgery for my 2nd stage colon cancer. The outcome was totally successful and I did not need chemo or radiation. Nine years ago, by His stripes, I was and am healed. I still claim that no weapon formed against me shall prosper (Isaiah 54:17), that I am blessed and not cursed (Jeremiah17:7). I know that God has a good plan for my life full of hope for the future (Jeremiah 29:11). God is truly an amazingly God and a loving Father! Lessons Learned: The Bible describes faith as “the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen.” (Heb 11:1). This hope is a gift from God, and with it God gives us the ability and responsibility to choose what we exercise our faith in. Faith is very powerful. Whether we put our faith in good or evil, the truth or a lie, the thing we strongly hope for, and believe in will eventually manifest itself. My most serious mistake was assuming that this was a gift from God without actually praying about it and asking Him to reveal the truth about what I believed to be true (Proverbs 3:5 ). My second critical mistake was not sharing this with at least one or two mature Christians who might have advised me to seek God if this was truly of Him or not (Proverbs 15:22). MAYBE SOME OF US NEED TO HOLD ON TO CHRIST TIGHTER THAN OTHERS DO. THIS IS NOT SUCH A BAD THING. IN FACT, THE SOONER WE REALIZE THAT PUTTING OURSELVES UNDER HIS LORDSHIP, IS THE SAFEST PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE TO BE, THE BETTER. THE POPULAR SAYING THAT “GOD TAKES CARE OF THOSE WHO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES” IS NEITHER SCRIPTURAL NOR TRUE. THE FACT IS GOD TAKES CARE OF THOSE WHO ACKNOWLEDGE HOW MUCH THEY NEED HIM. HE IS ABBA, OUR HEAVENLY FATHER, AND HE WANTS TO HELP US, IF WE WILL LET HIM.
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Lord, You are sovereign.
You decide when, and where, and how. You are the Holy One, Who dwells in the midst of the praises of Your people. Let us bless the Lord, Who is worthy to receive all glory, and thank Him for His goodness! |