Like a Boss - by Bekkie

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Every day for the past 2 months has been a Badass Day.

Every. Single. Day.

I'm not kidding or exaggerating. Every day I wake up feeling pretty good. Then it just gets better. Surprise visits from all my favorite people, sweet gestures, gifts. Beautiful weather. I could tell you everything that has happened, but just like with people, the bare facts can't convey the full picture of the joy that has taken up residence in my daily life.

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Light — Bekkie

I’m all about the lesson. In a way, I’m grateful for the past year. Lessons abound.

For instance, I learned that the worse things get, the closer God is. “Draw nigh to God and he will draw nigh to you.” James 4:8. At the bottom there’s no where turn to but up.

I learned that Satan well deserves his name, which means adversary. He is truly against God. When my dad turned away, handing the reigns of his life to his enemy, I learned about the nature of evil. In the same way that faith is like a mustard seed, the smallest of the seeds, that grows to be the largest tree, evil begins small as well. It starts with fleeting thoughts and compromise. It turns into secrets and justification. Satan, that wily devil, whispers sweetly that you certainly deserve whatever happiness you might glean from this fleeting life. He says there is no God, no judgement, no evil, no soul, when all of creation contradicts that notion.

Usually, when you think of pride, you think of someone who wants to take credit. I’m sure we all have moments when we feel proud of being Christians, of serving the one true God. Of course, we soon realize it was his mercy, his kindness, that drew us. “For whom he did predestinate, them he also called: and whom he called, them he also justified: and whom he justified, them he also glorified.” Romans 8:30. So beginning to end, all God. No room for credit.

The desire is there, though. The desire to take credit. But Satan’s pride has gone further. In The Usual Suspects, Keyser Soze says, “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.” What kind of pride is this? A pride so advanced it needs no credit. He’s willing to share credit, to give it over completely, as long as his aim is accomplished.

I’ve also learned that even an average man, of average intelligence, can become very, very devious. It’s as if Satan’s thousands of years of experience and knowledge shine through his followers. There are now two Christians, both of whom have engaged in lengthy discussions of God with me, who have told me, “You don’t know the whole story.” Not to mention others, who I am less upset about. Always that exact phrase. You don’t know the whole story.

Consider this with me. I have grown up with this family. Each of these people. I know their habits, their preferences, their past. I was personally present for several of the ‘big incidents.’ Anyone considering this situation logically would never assume they know better than I what has happened.

Yet I don’t know the whole story.

“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge:’ Hosea 4:6. I’ve seen people who aren’t saved be deceived. It’s a very sad situation. There’s some compassion that should be given, some mercy. The only sin they can be convicted of in that state is the sin of not believing in Jesus as the Savior, the Lamb of God, sacrificed to save us. Their defection is understandable. Their mind and spirit are clouded, they have no shield.

Of all the friends we’ve lost, the Christians are the hardest for me. The girl my dad is seeing is a Christian. We were friends before all of this. I’ve mentioned Emily, my friend, on here. She recently accepted Jesus as her savior. That was an awesome day by the way. Her boyfriend defected as well. In his way, he did as much damage as the girl. Ironically, the only two Christians in the bunch are the only two who have actively interfered in meaningful ways. I might yet lose Emily, which would be the greatest loss so far.

Their involvement hurts badly. Everyone else, my dad included, I can forgive easily. I remember my mind before the Holy Spirit took over. I know how easily deception is accepted, desired even.

So I’ve learned that it’s important for every Christian to move past the milk. “But strong meat belongs to them that are full of age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exersized to discern both good and evil.” Hebrews 5:14. They couldn’t have been deceived so easily had they been exersizing.

“A new commandment I give unto you, That you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. By this shall all men know that you are my disciples, if you have love one to another.” (Jesus) John 15:34-35. I don’t know that the world sees much of the love Jesus was talking about from us. I don’t really see it myself. That’s why I don’t blame people for not liking Christians a lot of the time. They have often had similar problems. If I didn’t know God-apart from his people-I might be tempted to ascribe to God the characteristics of his people.

“You are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his flavour wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden underfoot of men. You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hid.” (Jesus) Matthew 5:13-14. The world looks to us as examples of the God we serve. Please keep that in mind.

– Bekkie

Lessons – by Bekkie

 

The best lesson my mother ever taught me was how to learn a lesson. When I would tell her a story, any story, good or bad, she’d say, “So, what did you learn?” And I would

 

First page of the Gospel of Mark, by Sargis Pi...

First page of the Gospel of Mark, by Sargis Pitsak, a Medieval Armenian scribe and miniaturist (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

try to figure out what I’d learned. This has been the most helpful lesson in my life. Even very bad situations offer some new piece of information. It’s comforting, to know some good came, even from the bad.

 

Watching my dad’s downward spiral has taught me many things. Addictive drugs are not to be played with. Our words affect other people, sometimes for a long time. Love does in fact hope all things, endure all things, bear all things.

 

Those lessons, and more every day. But there’s one in particular that I can’t get past. My dad’s a pretty good example of someone who is lost. He has something in him that is never satisfied. He sought, for years, to fill it with the world’s version of good things: a family, nice house, good job. When we moved away, he turned to other things, less acceptable things. Forbidden even. It’s almost as if he needed something stronger, more potent.

 

When you share the gospel with someone, there’s some compassion in your heart. You feel sorry for where they are in their lives, in their heart. You offer them Jesus, and hope they accept. But when I told my dad about Jesus, that he could bring peace, that he was the only solution, I didn’t feel just compassion. I felt almost desperate. I needed him to believe, to understand.

 

That’s when I learned about free will, the high cost of it. God loves my dad, loves everyone, far more than I do. This is what Jesus meant, love your enemies. He is merciful even to the evil and unkind. In the end, though, he won’t force anyone. I can’t force my dad.

 

He laughed me off. The gospel is foolishness to those who are dying, but to those who are being saved it is life everlasting. Please pray for my dad. I don’t want to get to heaven and not see him there. I don’t know if this is presumptuous, but please also pray to learn to love also. I think we could do more good if we felt that way about everyone, and not just the people in our immediate view. I’m praying for it, too. Thanks.

 

– Bekkie

 

Hope – by Bekkie

I have always been aware that I was one day going to die. I don’t know where the knowledge came from, only that it was there, ever on the edge of my mind. As a child, this knowledge manifested itself in a serious countenance, tinged with anger. As a teenager, it took the form of a kind of reckless spontaneity. As an adult, I believe God gave me a gift. I truly understand that I am already dead. I am walking around in eternity as we speak. Anything I gain or lose here on earth is incidental.

“Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth. For you are dead, and your life is hid with Christ in God.” Col 3:2-3

So then the question becomes, how do I spend my time, since I’m dead already? I feel like I’ve mostly been twiddling my thumbs, waiting for the end. The bible says in everything give thanks, for this is the will of our Father for you. So then, learn how to give thanks in adversity and in peace. I can do that. For the most part, I don’t get too worked up anyways. Because, you know, I’m going to die, so it doesn’t really matter. But that doesn’t address the problem of specifics. Should I sign myself up to be shipped out to preach the gospel to the heathens? Should I walk the streets with a milk crate, from which I might shout out warnings of the upcoming end to passersby? Should I get a job at Wal-Mart bringing in shopping carts, and use my income to fund the acquisition of four walls to call home?

I really have no idea.

I don’t hear from God on this. I’ve only recently begun to learn how to hear from him at all. We’ve been battling radio silence from the beginning. I don’t trust stray thoughts to be from him. Now I know I have heard from him twice for sure. Neither time did he address the problem of what to do with my body. Only my heart. When I find out what the body’s meant to do, I’ll be very grateful. As it is, I have no home, no job, little education, and my belonging fit in a trunk, none of which I couldn’t live without. I’m starting to think that my sojourn here is going to be uncomfortable at best.

– Bekkie

An Answer For Everybody-By Bekkie

I read the The Answer for Arkenaten. My mom was telling me about him, how he goes to christian sites and shakes the boat. Of course, I liked the passage. I don’t know how you guys see my mom, knowing her only as thoughts and words on a screen. However, I know her. As much as you can know another person, this is how well I know her. If you think she’s nice, you would be right. What maybe you wouldn’t see is that she has indeed bought a vacuum from a traveling salesman. She’s a sucker for a sad story. Her empathetic little heart has given away numerous bags of clothes, more food than she kept for herself, entire vehicles. Money to every single hobo, and also to every friend. Alcohol, because she doesn’t judge. What I like about her being involved in the blogging thing is that now, here, she can give away what to me is her most valuable possession. Knowledge.

Knowledge. Not just faith, anymore. God has indeed proven himself, first to her, and to me. However, Having read the majority of the comments on that passage-not all, it got a little tiresome by the end- I don’t really want to get long winded. I do want to correct something though. If you feel affection or love for my mom, good. You should. She has never been a bad person to have around. If she loves you back, then care for it. You won’t regret maintaining that relationship. She did maybe do a slight injustice to Ark. That’s what I want to address.

I get what you’re saying, man. And for the most part, I even agree with what you say. I kept looking for whatever it was that bothered my mom, and not seeing it. For an atheist, you’re not bad. But what all of those words didn’t address is God. From anyone, really, christian or not.

Here’s the thing. There is such a thing as absolute truth. Truths that exist regardless of wether or not anyone knows, or cares. The Creator of the universe has no need of aknowledgment from the creation. What can be made, that is fit to critisize the Maker? Know this: if I am wrong, what harm is done? But if God indeed reigns, just on the other side of what we see, what else matters?

The whole bible is one long story about how much humans suck. We’re terrible, selfish, self-centered assholes. Not one book in the bible doesn’t share that theme. I know, because I looked. We, as humans, cannot be trusted. God’s point is that He can be. Don’t look at other people, their action or innaction. Don’t pay attention to anyone’s opinions or faults. Think instead on this: God sent His son, because he knew we were fuck-ups. He’s not the dumbass, we are. Don’t get the two confused. Argue against religion all day long. You’re right. It’s useless. But take care when you argue against the source. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of a living god. He’s not like us. You, in the end, are bound for death, as are we all. Consider then the question of death, and what comes after. Don’t do it here. I don’t need to know what you think. I only seek to warn you, and others, as I would if you were crossing the street and a bus was coming. It’s ok to question and to search. Make sure though, that you seek the truth, and not a comfortable lie.

 

– Bekkie