This was our topic last Sunday at the service. I remember the pastor saying that it’s simple, but it’s not easy. It’s free, but it doesn’t come cheap. It will give you everything, but it will cost you everything. Even so, it is all worth it. It is so freaking easy to nod and smile while the pastor was preaching, but when real life slams you with situations, you begin to sigh and complain to God, all the while saying sorry about sighing and complaining.
One such situation presented itself to me when mom told me we were meant to live with my grandma after dad died and we lost our possessions. Don’t get me wrong – I love being here and living with grandma. But the house is old, I don’t have my own room, and my brother is miserable, because he thinks he lost everything, a huge chunk of that is dad. We used to have our own house, everything was convenient, so we had to make a lot of adjustment over the years. I’m pretty fine where I am, happy even, but there are times I think about how the things I had back then were privileges, and I only realized that when I lost them.
Anyway, mom said she had read in the Bible a story about a man going back to his family, and I believed her. Of course, I do. It’s amazing how God talks to us this way. I have my own experiences, and I’m blessed to be guided by Him. It makes me cry tears of joy when I think about how we can actually communicate with Him if we try to get closer to Him, because back then, I thought it only happened in the Old Testament.
Mom believes we were sent here to save our loved ones. That is because my uncle is currently living with her girlfriend in the other room. His girlfriend was married, but she was a battered wife. We don’t believe in divorce or separation. My mom stayed with my dad until the end even though she sacrificed and suffered a lot, but it was possible, all because of Jesus. Anyway, my uncle’s girlfriend has kids almost my age, so in short, they have a broken family.
I then proceeded to think how all of our lives are meant to suffer the consequences of other people’s actions. If my dad was a well-rounded man, my brother wouldn’t have to end up with clinical depression and a seeming addiction to smoking and alcohol. None of this would’ve happened. Now that that ordeal with dad is over (and it did end well), we are moving on to suffer another person’s consequences for him?
My mom then said that if Jesus’ spirit is truly in me, I would rejoice in it. I, honestly, find that very difficult. I still find it hard to thank God in difficult situations, but I’m glad that He’s the first one I turn to for help when that happens. I just don’t have the guts to thank Him, like my mom does, and like we Christians actually should, because we believe all things work for good to those who love Him.
I know what she means. I’m just finding a hard time accepting it. I just told her to not let my brother hear that. It would seriously devastate him. I now knew what being Christian meant – simple, but not at all easy.