Malinda
04-01-2010, 11:17 AM
Last wednesday at church was kinda strange. My new Pastor had a call specifically for those who had been hurt or abused by a leader or ministers in the church. He was talking about forgiveness and letting go. I wish it was so easy.
Then thursday I got the book "Soul Repair" by Dale and Juanita Ryan in the mail and started reading it. I couldn't get past the first 40 pages before I had to set it down and take a couple of days away from it.
I was underlining stuff like crazy and even wrote the names of abusers in the margins. What got me though was I had to put my own name in the margin a number of times.
I was kinda shocked to see how judgemental I am. It bothers me and has all week. That I expect grace to be given unconditionally to me but I can't give it.
I always thought growing up that my mother was the most judgemental person I knew. When I was dating my husband she spread rumors throughout the church that was going to bars every weekend, having sex and even experimenting with drugs. None of that was true but when I found out I was so hurt by her lies that I did go party and start having sex. Never the drugs though.
I knew by experience that judgement could seriously wound an individual. I always prided myself on being "better" than my mom.
I got so angry a couple weeks ago that I posted on here her judgemental comments about my parenting and me condemning everyone to hell if they didn't go to church. Which reminds me, it's april now. I should get my monthly call out of the way.
The portion about Simon and the woman who poured the alabaster box on the feet of Jesus is haunting me. I always thought I was the like the woman and not like Simon. It turns out I'm more like Simon. How many times have I had that air of superiority over someone else? Even now I think I'm better than my abusers. They could be weeping at the feet of Jesus and I'd still think, just like Simon, that I was better than them. "Don't you know what kind of person that is?"
My grace seems to be very selective. I can show so much grace to the unfortunate and those who don't seem to know any better. But to those who I deem to know the "truth", I have no mercy.
Pretty much this book is whooping my butt and it's pretty painful to read about myself in it's pages. I've begun to realise my judgemental upbringing has conditioned me to join a judgemental church where I was judged and I baulked at that judgement of myself screaming " wrong, wrong" when all the while I was dishing out my plate of judgement for others.
It's going to be a lot longer road to true forgiveness than I realised.
Anyone else been whooped by this book?
Then thursday I got the book "Soul Repair" by Dale and Juanita Ryan in the mail and started reading it. I couldn't get past the first 40 pages before I had to set it down and take a couple of days away from it.
I was underlining stuff like crazy and even wrote the names of abusers in the margins. What got me though was I had to put my own name in the margin a number of times.
I was kinda shocked to see how judgemental I am. It bothers me and has all week. That I expect grace to be given unconditionally to me but I can't give it.
I always thought growing up that my mother was the most judgemental person I knew. When I was dating my husband she spread rumors throughout the church that was going to bars every weekend, having sex and even experimenting with drugs. None of that was true but when I found out I was so hurt by her lies that I did go party and start having sex. Never the drugs though.
I knew by experience that judgement could seriously wound an individual. I always prided myself on being "better" than my mom.
I got so angry a couple weeks ago that I posted on here her judgemental comments about my parenting and me condemning everyone to hell if they didn't go to church. Which reminds me, it's april now. I should get my monthly call out of the way.
The portion about Simon and the woman who poured the alabaster box on the feet of Jesus is haunting me. I always thought I was the like the woman and not like Simon. It turns out I'm more like Simon. How many times have I had that air of superiority over someone else? Even now I think I'm better than my abusers. They could be weeping at the feet of Jesus and I'd still think, just like Simon, that I was better than them. "Don't you know what kind of person that is?"
My grace seems to be very selective. I can show so much grace to the unfortunate and those who don't seem to know any better. But to those who I deem to know the "truth", I have no mercy.
Pretty much this book is whooping my butt and it's pretty painful to read about myself in it's pages. I've begun to realise my judgemental upbringing has conditioned me to join a judgemental church where I was judged and I baulked at that judgement of myself screaming " wrong, wrong" when all the while I was dishing out my plate of judgement for others.
It's going to be a lot longer road to true forgiveness than I realised.
Anyone else been whooped by this book?