I’m sitting here watching CNN about a story on landmines in Afganistan.
The news reporter shares a shot of video with a truck going by some some children on there way home from school, suddenly there is nothing but an explosion of fire filling the video screen.
In the war, our troops are taught all sorts of things; to be prepared for anykind of danger that they might encounter.
In another video clip, it shows the troops being taught how to look for landmines.
They are taught to pay attention to a ” red” wire. If they see it, to avoid getting any closer to it, or anyone around them.
Knowing the color could save their lives, or someone around them.
My best friend Kat, she was born color-blind. She is unable to see blues and greens.
Her son and her husband both have blue eyes. She can only see bright diamonds when she looks into them.
Can you imagine for a moment, knowing what color to look for, but it being impossible for you to see it?
To know what color your loved ones eyes are, and hearing what others say about them, but not being able to experience it for yourself?
She has her own way of deciphering colors though. She uses her wedding ring, and she holds it up to the color she is looking at. She taught herself how to see the colors she can’t see.
I’m looking out at the blue sky right now, and realize how very blessed I am to have been able to see it.
I don’t see it, because someone told me that it was blue. I see it, because I was born to see it, the way God wants me to see it.
In dealing with religion for a moment, to supposed to a real true relationship with God; there are colors that God wants to show us, within our faith. And if religion plays a role in this, if there are a myriad of traditions, and rituals…we may miss the part God wants us to see entirely.
I hope this is starting to make sense, I know its a tough concept, but it has been waring on my heart for awhile.
I have to encourage others to make their ” faith” their own, I actually plead with anyone to.
I had to learn through the deepest wilderness who God really was to me. It was horrible. I was in the wilderness of ” false prophets” before I would begin to see God the way He wanted me to.
Are you the sort of person that ever says, ” My Pastor said this..or my Pastor said that…and that we should do this…or we should do that…”
Yes, we do learn about God through Godly people, BUT we have to remember that talking about them more than what God SAYS; it places them higher than God.
I didn’t really know anything other than what my parents, or my church taught about God. My Pastor and his wife taught me so much over the years; but it was more of what they TOLD me I should believe instead of me KNOWING the WHY I should believe it.
Because I didn’t BELIEVE God for HIS Word; Because I didn’t know it in HEART knowledge but only MIND; I missed out on the true color of salvation, I missed out on knowing the actual color of Jesus’s blood.
I created a landmine for myself, and I stepped right in it; because I didn’t recognize the color. I didn’t recognize the color of danger in front of me.
We have to have knowledge that we need to see life in the color God wants us to. We have to acknowledge the traffic light in front of us; and GO only when its green, and so on.
And when the Holy Spirit, that is also that still small voice inside us tells us to STOP to NOT GO ANY FURTHER; we need to heed that warning; and PAY ATTENTION!!!
I fell into the religious trap, because I knew when there was warning when my church told me, but I didn’t know when I was all alone, on my own, 25 miles away.
Eventually, this faith I had; which now I look back on it, was a make shift idea of what I thought, ” Faith” was; it wasn’t enough to save me. I had fallen victim to who I THOUGHT God was, and there were people who took advantage of that.
I would constantly here these ” people” tell me that I was worthless, and that I couldn’t be used by God, because I wasn’t a Jehovah Witness, they told me my blog was evil, and that the people in my life were evil, and of the world, and that i needed to break my association with them. They told me my favorite things such a Precious moments, and my angel figurines were ” Spiritualistic” and that I had to get rid of them…
I had fallen into such a deep pit, that the only way I could escape was through fire, figuratively speaking.
I ended the relationship with this religious cult, and they did all they could to mess with my life after.
I ended up losing my job, and being forced to move from the area. God physically removed me.
What Satan tried to use for EVIL, God used for GOOD.
I have an amazing job now, and I am back close to my home…I back close to my church.
But what I am trying to share with you here is, so many times you hear God placed into a box.
I love what Beth Moore quotes in Believing God, ” You say you want to send your kids to a Christian school to learn a little something about God, but what if they just learn that God is a little something?”
If you are an adult who teaches about faith, or mentors others; I am sure you know that it is very serious to make sure you don’t ” influence” others in such a way that doesn’t make everything they learn from you not, ” Biblically” sound.
I have been taught for the last 11 yrs the right and wrongs according to the Bible, but I was taught according to the Bible by what my Pastor and his wife taught me.
That was my fault. I should have opened the Bible and saw for myself.
It was actually a prayer someone prayed for me, to make my faith my own. But I don’t think they had any idea how that would come about.
If it wasn’t for facing the false prophets…I would not have found myself so deep in the wilderness that I would have no choice but to hear God’s voice Himself.
I let myself doubt a little of what I was learning, and then it took off like a tidal wave.
So today, instead of thinking back to the message you learn from church, or your favorite bible teacher, or maybe even some radio host…think back to what YOU know about the Bible, about God, and about His story.
There is so much He wants us to see, that unless we allow ourselves to see Him, without the help of holding someone’s hand…we will never get the full measure of.
Start by looking at the blue sky…and then go ahead and read Genesis.
and then go here…
” For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever shall live in Him,
will not perish, but have eteral life.” (John 3:16)
“The journey is long, and it doesn’t matter what it takes to get there, as long as you get there.”
This is something my very dear friend said to me yesterday, and it holds a lot of truth.
There is always hope. There is always love. There is always God.
And there are always second, and third, and zillionth more chances…to get it right.
1-2 Walking down the street, Jesus saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked, “Rabbi, who sinned: this man or his parents, causing him to be born blind?” 3-5Jesus said, “You’re asking the wrong question. You’re looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause-effect here. Look instead for what God can do. We need to be energetically at work for the One who sent me here, working while the sun shines. When night falls, the workday is over. For as long as I am in the world, there is plenty of light. I am the world’s Light.”
6-7He said this and then spit in the dust, made a clay paste with the saliva, rubbed the paste on the blind man’s eyes, and said, “Go, wash at the Pool of Siloam” (Siloam means “Sent”). The man went and washed—and saw.
8Soon the town was buzzing. His relatives and those who year after year had seen him as a blind man begging were saying, “Why, isn’t this the man we knew, who sat here and begged?”
9Others said, “It’s him all right!”
But others objected, “It’s not the same man at all. It just looks like him.”
He said, “It’s me, the very one.”
10They said, “How did your eyes get opened?”
11″A man named Jesus made a paste and rubbed it on my eyes and told me, ‘Go to Siloam and wash.’ I did what he said.
When I washed, I saw.”