Let's Stop Pretending
I smiled when the kids dressed in costumes for their harvest parties. Carrie’s family looks like they stepped out of the story, Frozen. Mark looked great with Tom’s red tie for his Trump suit and Amy borrowed my grey pantsuit to go with her Hillary mask.
Oh, the fun and laughs when we pretend to be somebody we’re not!
Masks, however, are no longer fun when we see hypocrisy in the Body of Christ. I’m troubled when Christians teach Bible studies and write Christian books but rebel like the world. Are they deceived? Is it all about financial gain? Do they believe the gospel?
They lead people astray.
A popular female Christian Bible teacher whose books line many women’s shelves appeared on a Christian TV program and talked about her latest endeavor, a fiction novel. I liked her ministry back in the days when she, though molested, chose to leave it in the past and focus on victory in the Word of God. I noticed on the TV program that she spent too much time on the molestation topic. Redeemed women still have days in the pit, she moaned, almost inviting self pity.
The next day, she appeared in the media again, this time ranting against Trump’s hot mic incident. In her tirade, she lashed out to her evangelical brothers who dare back Donald Trump after his disgusting locker room talk eleven years ago, even though he apologized publicly and asked to be forgiven. She whined that the brothers should protect her and the barrage of abused women who follow her.
Now I’m Mad.
I scheduled an imaginary coffee time with Father and asked him to tell her to knock it off. But God, a cool parent who knows how best to deal with sibling rivalry, showed me my own heart and the man who abused me.
What a surprise.
Whereas I never suffered sexual or physical abuse, his rudeness and mean words cut me down. I hated the holidays and his visits especially when he drank too much and humiliated women. I couldn’t escape our family celebrations and I became bitter over the years.
I am no different than my Christian Bible teacher-author-sister, really. I have confessed my anger many times, even shared the gospel with my abuser on his deathbed and watched him commit his life to Christ and repent of his awfulness that broke my spirit.
You may be stronger than me but I can destroy you with words.
But I admit, I still fall in the pit. A memory appears and I grab what I think gives me power, angry words that reveal hurt. I get the whole “abused woman’s anger” cycle. Thank God it happens less and less. I am working out my salvation, too.
God doesn’t seem to care if his daughters influence millions in the faith or a handful. It is compelling to hear God’s voice say He loves me and His mercy never ends because I’m His.
Let’s not pretend to be something we’re not. If God forgives us, we who follow Him should forgive others. Let’s leave the drama for Halloween.
We who belong to Jesus have been saved by His blood. The gruesome beating and crucifixion cost Him his life, and anyone that believes it and finds refuge in Him is saved. He is no respecter of persons. One tiny drop of His powerful blood brings cleansing. Even for Donald Trump.