I want to give God praise and glory for restoring my hardened heart to a heart of compassion for others again...I lost my compassion soon after my husband had passed away.....I was a faithful servant prior to that to minister to others in prayer, in giving, in encouraging, in many ways...but after his passing people would call crying and asking for prayer, needing a temporary place to stay, help with whatever and i just couldn't and wouldn't any more....I told them I was the one that needed ministering to and to not call anymore.
Several years later I was a hard hearted person who was always angry and always blaming others for my situations....I could care less if someone was in need...I took care of me. Then the day came when I lost my job, my car got repossessed, my mother passed away, my daughter turned to drugs and started living on the streets, I got bound up in gambling and alcohol, got 3 DUI's in a 8 year period, was falsely accused of saying something I didn't say and it caused me to be held back from graduating my nursing program for 3 months, my home got broke into and I was robbed, I fell down the stairs and severed my right butt cheek muscles and sciatic nerve causing debilitating damage (couldn't walk 10 feet without severe pain), and my fiancé turned bitter towards me........This all happened this past year.
I didn't think I could bear to have anything else happen to me...I would call and cry out for help...nope..no one...no one had the time to minister to me and my needs....I suffered a huge mental and verbal abuse from my fiancé one night and after he left I fell to my knees and CRIED out to GOD...Help me!...Forgive me of my sins, I have made a mess of my iife turned from you and refused to have COMPASSION on others who were hurting. I refused to be used by you to minister to others....Father forgive me!!!! I had made Jesus my savior in my life but I have never made Him my Lord.....Jesus....I give you the deed to my life...you are now the Lord of it and it is yours to do what you want with it....I SURRENDER All to you. I had finally broke down...I had nothing left. I was so bankrupt of every blessing He has ever given me and now I had nothing more to lose and everything to gain when I surrendered and repented and asked Jesus to be my Saviour AND my Lord.
As I prayed that prayer I began to feel His presence in the room....and God spoke to me...."I have been waiting and longing for you to return to me....NOW it is time....that prophesy given you 32 years ago is now fulfilled and the manifestation of it will be seen soon....Now REST in me and let me renew you, restore you, cleanse you and heal you....I will do it...Be obedient to all I instruct you to do and I will undo all that has afflicted you"...
Well, the very next day I was contacted by a Lady Evangelist from Pakistan via Facebook messenger...she was friends with my cousin who ministers in Africa in the mission field. She asked me to speak to her women's prayer group via Skype....that was like WOW....so this has been a couple of months ago...but God has been putting people and opportunities in my life right and left to minister to the needs of others.....AND GUESS WHAT....my Compassion is back....I literally feel the pain and suffering, the joy and excitement, and the gratitude of those who I am led to help.....and the sheer joy I feel when others are blessed....it blesses me to see them blessed. My heart of stone has become a heart of flesh again...and it is where My Lord and Saviour now resides!
I still have many personal needs but as I am reaching out to others in need my needs are being met.....
Thanks, Jesus.....you are an awesome Lord and I am glad you have the deed to my life.
Hello everyone. I'm a long-time member who pops into Worthy when I have the time. I'm a strong believer who has done my best to support the body of Christ for many years.
Now I'm having a major problem, and I hope my fellow Christians can help. I'm trying to keep this anonymous.
We recently moved to a new town. In need of a new church, we asked a local friend if we could join her church. She was excited for us to join. On our first visit, we were slightly disappointed to find a very small church (I mean like 10-12 members) which had used to be much larger before it started dying out. Everyone in leadership was older than 45. Very conventional, very repetitive, and very very routine.
We're not the sort of people who reject small churches because they're small. We are not "customer" type members who want a church to please us. We believe in serving where we are needed. The pastor kept saying he was praying for growth, and he said that we seemed to be an answer to his prayers, so we agreed to stick around and see if we could help.
By help, I don't mean that we want to teach a class or sing on the worship team. I simply mean that we wanted to make some friends, get involved in some fellowship, and labor where we might be needed.
Unfortunately, in the past several months since, we've come to see why this church can't grow. There is so much immaturity that it's stunning. The pastor and his wife get into arguments during worship practice, then they talk about each other before service, and they're still in a bad mood during service. I've actually witnessed the pastor's wife come stomping into the fellowship hall, complaining about the pastor to another member, and start slamming dishes while she set up coffee and donuts. This should give you some idea of how the sermons go.
This is the church's behavior across the board. There is always some petty spat going on between members, and it usually leads to some new childish policy. Church members come together for 2 or 3 hours Sunday morning, go through a well-worn routine, and then leave. We've invited people out to lunch, and we got no takers. When we asked about setting up a home group, we got a list of excuses that people were too busy or couldn't go across town. All these months later, we are no closer to having real friends there.
We're not being fed, we have no friends, we feel like we're surrounded by children, and we never know when we're walking into another soap opera. And we can certainly forget about teaching a class or singing on the praise team because the old members are doing just fine without us.
Church leaders tell us over and over that it's a sin to criticize pastors. I am sure that this pastor is depressed and overwhelmed. The last thing we want is to judge him. But what are we supposed to do? He's always too busy to meet with us. If we just stop going, we're quitters. If we tell him he may need counseling, we're critical.
How do you take someone aside for a (loving) conversation about a problem when they're too busy for coffee, too overwhelmed for more bad news, and probably unable to do change anything?
By Jonathan BeWell
Open Letter to Rock Bottom
Dear Down in the Dumps,
You are not in a nice place to visit or indefinitely live. I know, I have been there too many times. Since then I have burned my passport and remain grounded, gladly. The local authorities and citizens do not understand my alien presence. They cannot keep this message out. I will explain later. You will not complain sooner. Listen, look and warm yourself up to light versus darkness. Defect from that infected wasteland. Walk this way for freedom!
Before I believed in anything worth mentioning, I desperately decided to buy into "Allen Carr's 'Easy Way to Stop Smoking.'" Heck, he wrote I could even smoke as I read the book! I took a leap of faith out the hole of butts and ash. I actually enjoyed and laughed at old cues to spark a dart. Nic fits were only a fading memory of how and what I used to be like. I had been deprogrammed from doom and reprogrammed for life. Thank goodness, because all drags from cigarettes had become depressing slave wage reminders of death. I could not prove or understand it but I believed it had worked, setting me free. I see that now was a good sign, open door and ray of hope. Major problems had potential solutions. I believed things could be better.
Before I met and surrendered to Jesus Christ, I waged war with myself and the world. I abused my being with alcohol, marijuana and drug experimentation. I sat much of my life in front of a screen playing questionable games. I cheated on God, my future wife and myself with pornography and masturbation. I was living the bad dream of a wicked party scene. My heart had holes, my mind was free for the taking, my body was in ruin and my soul was lost and bound. Mental health issues coincided with the start of all of the above. By my fourth psychiatric ward stay I actually enjoyed doing my time and running the show. Pride, lust, anger, gluttony and slothfulness as deadly sins were aiming to win. It was either end up a casualty of spiritual warfare or be saved by divine intervention. Enter my Saviour, Lord, teacher and protector.
I read the Bible out of curiousity. I thought I should for its major influence on the world and world view. Believing and in it does not change that in any case. Tragedy struck when my parents' dog died in my arms. What I was doing with my life and would come after hit me hard. God had spoken, my deaf ears had been opened. I quit pot on the spot. I mourned Baloo's death and a life I was not getting. I compensated by binge drinking. I started getting drunk in the morning. I was listening to Harvesters FM, a Christian radio station constantly. They suggested AA, Alcoholics Anonymous. I went and got on the sober wagon. Gaming got the boot. Pornography and masturbation were confessed, apologized for, repented from and rebuked. All of the above related to asking Jesus Christ into my heart and life through a simple, sincere to the point prayer. The Bible was now more than history and what Christianity was based on. It was God's word speaking to me, changing my life for His pure glory, perfect plan and purpose. Not the story of my life, but Jesus Christ's death for the church as his wife. It is thee book that's truth never changes as always relevant. Now I am part of the book of life, hallelujah!
Not the end,
Gregory Keith Jonathan Brumwell 2018
Testimony Saved by Jesus Christ as of December 18, 2016, GKJB-1973
11 Very truly I tell you, we speak of what we know, and we testify to what we have seen, but still you people do not accept our testimony.
- John 3:11 New International Version (NIV)
31 “If I testify about myself, my testimony is not true.
- John 5:31 New International Version (NIV)
7 He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe.
- John 1:7 New International Version (NIV)
By carla design
Few days ago, I thought what I can give to community
I have no capabilty to create powerful word to strengthen people
I do not have those 'Christianlike' things
I live in developing country and work as designer, may be I could share my work here
Tell your thought here, any comment are welcome