This is one of those posts, you know, the kind that well up inside you and must find release, and yet one of those you hesitate to actually publish because it feels so raw and just a little too real.
So I type, because I must.
Whether I hit “publish” remains to be seen.
Some of you who read my humble reflections know me in real life and go to church with me. Some of you may have been wondering if I would allude to the current swell of confusion and controversy we as a church body find ourselves in. Like I said, I hesitate.
Yet my heart is so heavy that I must.
I sat on my porch swing last night and cried. I wept over the dissension and the distrust. I cried for the anger and the angst. I pleaded with God to have mercy on us, all of us.
The enemy is at work. I saw it with my own eyes Sunday night as I glanced across the church dining room. Factions, whispered conversations, angry outbursts. Distortion and confusion, arguments and accusations, all are Satan’s trademarks and all are present.
And I grieve.
And I worry.
And I fear.
Someone very wise told me yesterday that the enemy never attacks the dead church as it is no threat to him. My wise counselor holds to the promise that our Lord will reign victorious. He will. He is our only hope. We battle a defeated foe. And when He has tested us, we will come forth as gold.
But I am battle weary. I am worried and I am afraid. I am saddened; I am also hurt, disappointed, and angry.
Some predict a church split.
I cannot type those words without tears in my eyes.
Will you pray for us? Will you pray for my pastor, that he will continue to contend for the gospel? Will you pray that we the church body would turn to the Word of God to determine truth from error? Will you ask that even in disagreement we would love each other with the love of Christ? Will you, with me, plead that the Lord would be exalted in this, as in all things?