Look here. I suffer from clinical depression. I take meds for it, but they smooth out the worst of it; they don’t make it up & go away…I have days when I feel like I am the worst person on earth. I have days when my other, physical disabilities, really get to me…(nothing like chronic pain, to mess with your mood).
I have days when I don’t
feel like I believe in anything.
But you see, that has nothing to do with the case at point. It doesn’t matter if I feel like a:blush: garden slug, because the truth is, that God is still God, & He is still on the throne…so I go on, going through the motions, because, see, I know that my faith is not about my feelings. It’s not about whether or not I have said the magic words…
This is not Harry Potter land, people. This is the real world, & there are trials & troubles for all of us in it…reagrdless of who we may be, & how we may feel.
So, there just is no magic formula, not at all. There is just following as best I can, trying to be faithful, praying when the Heavens are as brass.
That’s life.
Then somebody comes along with yet another sinner’s prayer, or whatever, that is Guaranteed By the Poster, to solve all my problems. I can throw out my medicine, give up trying to folllow after Christ, & be guaranteed a place in Heaven…even if I go bananas one day, & shoot all the neighbors? Even if I commit
every sin in the book, I have this Elixiar of Eternal Lfe??
You know what? In my grandmother’s days, they called that “Snake Oil”, and that’s still what it is.
It’s not true, my friend. Its a delusion. I have lived in that kind of world you’re trying to sell me, & I know how it ends up: People keep running up those aisles, getting “saved” all over again,because, you know, you hit your thumb with a hammer, yelled something a good deal more pungent than “ouch!”…and assume that, “geewhillikers, I must not have been
really saved the last time, I better do it again”.
Nope. No thank you. It’s the unsteadiest, most fearful existence on the face of the planet.
I will pray my prayers, I will read the Scriptures, I will do my darndest to behave myself, & I will trust in the Saviour & what He said.
Not what the latest
evangelist or
snake-oil salesman tries to
say that He said.
Sorry. I trust the Man who died for me. I don’t trust hit & run posters. Ye hae been here aforetime, laddie; ye will drop by again. But
unless ye can show me the nailprints in your hands & the sword wound in your side, I will not be buyin’ that as ye are selling.
God bless all here.