Postby Zarn Ishtare » Tue Oct 12, 2010 11:16 pm
Honesty time? Yep, honesty time.
You might not know me. I've been on this forum for years, though the last one or two I've been very quiet (the exception being my poetry thread. Read if ya like).
Anyway; my story is simple. I'm a United States Marine, I've served in Afghanistan and am going again, and I live in Southern California. I have had sex outside the sacrament of Marriage. I have drank to excess; I smoke cigarettes, chase girls, and do all manners of things that by some lights are unwise or outright sinful.
To add to this wonderful picture, I have studied scripture (I'm a former Bible College student, got two years under my belt) and have lead worship, prayers, have seen miraculous healings and once I have spoken in tongues (untranslated; I have come to understand it was God proving he could do things even in ME, not a message for the church). I have done Friday night witnessing, helped to convert the lost, loved the unloved and prayed for the forgotten.
And yet...
I have, over the last several years, felt the spirit of God less and less. Long before I started living a more sinful life, before I stopped waiting for the miraculous "One" and bought into the "Feel-good" generation's sins, the Lord simply...ceased to be a regular visitor.
Before I continue: I have read the testimony of Mother Theresa. I understand the peaks and valleys, I know we walk by faith and not by sight. I know and believe in the infinite love of God and the sacredness of his sacrifice through his Son. It is because I believe all this that the painful absence of God (broken up about once or twice a year by a small, slight blessing of His presence or a burning need to pray) is so troubling and so wounding to my spirit.
I know my sins, and I do not hide from them. I know His goodness; I have seen it in the world, what the children of Asia call the "Ten Thousand Things", that is, all the things that make up the world. I have been blessed before, and I have blessed in his name. But in the deep gulf of His absence, I have knowingly and willingly strayed from the path to seek some temporary comforts and pleasures; unwilling to live my life joyless and waiting for the Presence when it has evaded me despite my use of prayer, worship, meditation and fasting. (I keenly understand what C.S. Lewis said in the Screwtape Letters: That a sexual relationship is a transcendental one, to be eternally enjoyed...or eternally endured.)
I am, in my estimation, the worst kind of sinner; I sin knowing what it is I do and knowing exactly the consequences of my actions. I still love the Lord; I pray when I need to, and I defend my faith when it is attacked. But I do not live it perfectly, and some would say, despite my confession of faith and my claiming of the Blood that I am not saved at all.
So, I come before all of you, as I am; Arrogant, tired, a seeker after my own pleasure, surprisingly guiltless (an amazing feeling after years of terrible guilt for every simple wrong my body or mind ever committed before the Lord). I am tired of hearing that my God is no longer a performer of miracles and that he does not speak to people. I am tired of sitting around and waiting for the command of the Lord to guide my life when even at my most subject and obedient time I could not hear his guidance or know His will.
I also live facing down a "word" (read: Prophesy) a rather un-prophetic, sincere, unassuming and humble pastor of mine gave to me. The last person to speak except on the text of the Book or to sing Praise, she (rather unwilling and reluctantly) told me that she had seen something, felt something, heard something in regards to me; that I was covered in the Shekina (fun hebrew word) Glory, wrapped in it like a mantle, and that it was my job to remember it was God's glory and not mine. And she said that, like the Third Day song, that "When I climbed down from the mountain, and looked at my life, I would not settle for the many things" and that I would not rest until "I saw Him" again.
That was a year ago, and I am still waiting.
Please; do not let me be your block of stumbling or a word against your love of Christ; I feel like an accuser of the brethren, of Him, enough as it is. He is God, he is Good, and his plans will always succeed...but I do not understand, and after years of pain, frustration, and loss, I could not live purely, perfectly, filled with guilt and abstaining from the pleasures that make my life more tolerable.
Pray for me, please; I would be holy by His grace through a real knowledge of Him, not merely what I can read or think of or hear in a Church. I want to be clean again, but before that, I want fulfillment and His Spirit; I cannot live on a few bites of his Flesh per year; if I must be hated and spurned by the world, let me at least have the Presence to fall back upon.
I am not a martyr or a saint; merely a man who thought he knew God and discovered his own ignorance and impatience. If you have a word for me, please, give it to me; ask your pastor to pray; it's time's like these I miss RevDoc alot. I want God to call me back, not to merely sit in a church and listen to interpretations of the Gospel; I want the lover of my soul to return again.
I confess my sin and freely acknowledge my guilt. I have lived on the road for a great deal of my life, and when I'm in-between churches (like now) I still consider this place to be my "Church Without Walls" and a blessing. I thank all of you for your time and pray God blesses you with life, hope, charity and love, and that you always can reach his presence no matter what.
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole