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God promises to provide your need.
But the Bible doesn’t provide your dreams.
You need to work for them.
Greg Laurie

For even when we were with you,
We gave you this rule:
“The one who is unwilling to work shall not eat.”
2 Thessalonians 3:10

My alarm woke me up to Greg Laurie’s teaching this morning.  His focus was about realizing our dreams and how to work toward them dispelling the notion that God owes us fulfillment as we sit and wait for them to magically appear.  Oh, the black and white Bible teachings of Greg Laurie!

I remember the scene in my living room when I hosted a women’s event from my church.  My close friend, Jan, was there.  Tension entered the room when Carol voiced her repeated mantra of how we Christians have it all wrong.   She packed all her socialistic theology in one verse in the New Testament where it talks about Christians sharing their stuff and no one owning anything so everybody’s needs are met.  (Acts 2:44, 45)
Jan tensed up because she often was Carol’s target for some reason.  Carol had a hard life with horrendous doctor bills due to her husband’s fatal disease.  Many from church helped Carol, including Jan, with transportation for the kids and paying bills.  It was never enough.  But we were growing tired of manipulation and inflicted guilt, why: because we had steady incomes?

I was glad Carol was the last to leave my house because I was able to speak to her hurt, calling it a root of bitterness.  I’ll never forget the look on her face, not of anger or defense, but of surprise.  Bitterness and resentment, really?  I know just how she felt having been there a time or two myself.  I remember feeling like I was in a maze and asking: “How did I get here?”  Bitterness poisons our thinking sending us into a whirlwind of crazy theology!

I cringe to think of what my life would be like without my Christian family.  We are to pull each other out of the fire and help each other stay on the sure narrow path.  I bet Carol would agree.

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  1. Isn't it the truth! It's a sneaky little tool in satan's toolbox, the bitterness wedge.

    I also love Greg Laurie's teaching, have loved he and cathe for years. :)

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  2. AMEN!

    Hope you are doing well. Continuing to pray for you and yours!

    Hugs,
    andrea

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  3. Bitterness is one of the most deep rooted of emotions and hard to get rid of....I am sure that is why the Lord warned us not to go to bed angry. I almost let my anger grow a deep root but like you did for your friend someone brought it to my attention. Just in time.

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  4. You hit the nail on the head with this. I've witnessed two situations -- one lady is willing to do the work the Lord opens the door for and one who is not. We should always look to seek what pleases the Lord and I believe if He makes us capable then we will find joy in serving or doing whatever we can! That bitter root is a sneaky devil. Thank you for this post!

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