So, you may have heard, “so and so went through this struggle and they came out stronger than ever". You have “no excuse.” Okay, so let’s examine this a bit. What I believe is lacking these days in our society is the ability to empathize, think of others daily (not just in times of trauma), but on a daily basis. We also seem to have an inability to understand that every single person has a story that means something to them. Moreover, everyone’s story matters. What does this all mean? This means that there must be a balance between strife and the mantra “no excuse”. Weakness, struggles, pain, and sadness are all things that can help a person grow and gain wisdom.
In Christianity, we believe these things bring us closer to God. God wants us to turn to him in times of strife, when we are at our weakest. He wants us to turn to him in times of happiness, when we feel the joy of his blessings. Over all, He wants us to turn our eyes upon him. “No excuse” here would mean, repent. You must own your struggles, pain, weakness as well as sadness and turn towards the Lord. If you bear some responsibility for where you are in life, own it. If you are failing to turn to God in times of need, change it. True, things are often easier said then done, and we should not expect to grow alone. I am a big proponent on the truth that God made humans for relationships. We are not meant to be alone, to struggle alone or to be happy alone. Aside from being a Christian, the mere fact that humans have formed bonds since the beginning of time indeed speaks volumes towards this belief.
“No excuse” does not mean “get over it”, and I caution everyone to be careful when thinking this about others' struggles. What this should mean is reflect and take ownership in how you are interacting in your own life. Consider your relationships and where you are failing. Consider how you could make things better for your own life, and if you feel weak, seek out the counsel of someone else and especially God. It is okay to feel weak, to be weak, and to feel sad when faced with struggles and hardship. This makes sense, we are humans and we are meant to feel. Emotions were undoubtedly created to handle a multitude of situations. Furthermore, remember that each person has a story to tell and that each story has meaning no matter how significant or insignificant they seem (loss of a job, a lost love, loss of a child or living through deployments).
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Shew! Here I am, sitting down, preparing to write my statement of faith. Now, I know that a statement of faith can be short, it can be quick and to the point such as:
“I believe that Christianity is the personal relationship with Jesus Christ, and the belief that Jesus (born of God) died on the cross for our sins.”
This would be good, it would be straight to the point and it would be the truth as I know it to be. However, I am looking to create something that details a little more about what my journey has been like as I have grown in my faith. So, here is my advice on how to create a statement of faith that is a combination of a statement of faith and testimony.
Here is my Statement of Faith:
Growing up, I knew that there was something special about God, but I truly was not sure what that special “thing was”. Here and there, my family went to church. I have vague memories of attending church (the huge church off of the Beltline in GR) , Sunday school and even a summer Christian camp program, but I still had no clue what any of it meant. When I was scared, sitting in the dark of my room, I use to tell the monsters in the dark that I was not afraid of them because God would defeat them. After a bout of childhood trash talk to the dark, I usually felt better and often fell fast asleep. As a little girl, I thought of God as a fairy tale
I never thought of myself as a bad person. Growing up, I didn’t drink nor did I do drugs and not because they weren’t available. Looking back now, I know that I was a brat. I thought about myself and what I needed and wanted with little care and concern for others. When I became a mom at the age of twenty, some of that changed, but I still did not step out of realm of thinking about myself. Without a firm foundation to stand on, I began to live and try to survive on shaky ground.
You will hear me say that when my husband and I got together, it was not in the most of holy ways. Little did I know that I was setting myself up for the greatest down spiral of a life time, a necessary down spiral. Being an Army wife was difficult, but that was not what tore at me the most. I had an inadequate feeling that slowly began to conquer me. My emotions became the leader over logic and truth. I was afraid I was going to be punished for all my sins and like a hammer to a nail, I began to pound myself down little by little by little.
When we moved back home to Michigan, I was not used to what life was going to be like being married to my husband and having his family about five miles away. As I mentioned before, I did not have a firm foundation in my faith, in my talents, in what I wanted, in being a mother or in being a wife. Michael went to Arizona. One choice for me that changed my path was going to Liberty University. It seems cliché, but it is the truth. I never thought attending a Christian University would change my life. I was able to study the Bible and what it meant. I learned that Church sermons do NOT have to fit your need all the time because you need to nourishment in scripture and to learn the foundation of Christianity. I learned that Christianity is the relationship between me and Jesus Christ and the belief that He died for my sins. I final got the hint, but not the full answer. I decided to search for a church. In a tiny country church, God finally got to me. The pastor was speaking about forgiveness of sins. I will never forget his words.
“Who do you think you are that God cannot forgive your sins? Do you think that you are too great for God?”
Sucker Punched! Who did I think I was? I was carrying around a burden that had no reason to be there, a constant truth that I thought I was above God. Finally, I let God have my brokenness and I began to grow. Truth be told though, I still had a lot to work ahead of me. I was like an infant, trying to figure out what this world even meant. There were many times that I was on my knees in the dark, begging God to take away my pain, to take away any source that created pain inside me. I begged and pleaded for peace in times when things seemed to be falling apart. There were signs over and over again that God was with me, I wish I could just touch people so they could see into the miracles that God has performed for me.
I don’t know why so many bad things happen to all of us. I still do not have that answer nailed down. You think I would be better able to articulate the plans of God after attending Liberty University. All I know is when I was on the floor, wondering why a man who was supposed to protect my heart was tearing it to shreds (he was there). When a man ran the stops sign and rolled me and our 4 children in the air (He was there). When I got the news that I would be losing my mommy to a terrible and cruel disease (HE’s been here). When I cannot stand upright, when I cannot make sense of what is going on inside my head, my heart, my body or the outside world, I cling to him and He is there.
Christianity is a relationship with Jesus Christ, what yours looks like is up to you. Talk to Him, thank Him like you would a friend who lends a hand. Turn to Him because he wants to hear from you. Like Hillary Scott says in her song, “Thy Will Be Done”, “Remember that you’re God and I am not” is a truth that is often minimalized. God Doesn’t Give you more than you can handle. Ha! Separate that statement. It is not whether God “gives it to us”, it is the truth that even when we are drowning, HE is Always there with open arms, waiting.
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