Good Morning. Mary didn’t get Brandon to the hospital until late yesterday, as he was asleep for the day after being so sick all night. So I don’t have any news yet.
Just wanted to write a bit about church. I know what ya all mean when you say you are happy in your church. And I am glad — this is good. But the ones who have left the churches, it isn’t because they have had bad experience there. No, I love church people and they love me. Well, I suppose some folks leave as they have upsets, etc. But that is not my reason. I just left as I felt led to.
The local churches are good for certain families. Like if your problems aren’t all that bad, then the church is a good place to go. But, ya know, ya get into some real problems and the church is not really the place to go. I mean, look at the other Christian Ladies groups you have been with on the internet. They don’t even allow women to talk about their problems with husbands who commit adultery. They want to keep these groups light and happy for the ladies on the group. They want groups that flow smoothly. And ya cant blame ‘em. That’s how the group is set up and everyone has a right to run a group as they want to. But with this group, ya got cowgirls runnin’ through with cordial in their hip pockets and rollin’ their own cigs. I dunno how well some of these ladies would do in church.
I mean, ya look at the regular church out there. How many alcoholics who haven’t been saved yet are there sitting in the pews? How many church groups do they have during the week to help the woman who has an adulterous husband? I mean, the local church lets down their nets into the water and they drag up most of the fish. But there is fish down there that don’t get caught in the net. And often the church doesn’t welcome the folks who are chronic problems. They don’t fit into the happy club that is the mainstay. And, ya know, that’s ok. The church plays a part.
When Jim and I used to go to church when we were young, we loved it. But, ya know, it wasn’t too long before we began to wear out the folks there. Our problems were WAY too big. They were patient with us for about three years. Then, bless my little heart, I got the gift of speaking in tongues while going to the Southern Baptist church. And I got up in the Sunday night service one evening and announced it? Well, I didn’t know any better. I had gotten this gift while I was alone praying in my bedroom. I wasn’t at a Pentecostal church. Oh, I was always testifyin’ about what God had done for me. The folks would sorta pat me on the head and hope I would shut up. I mean, I was in my 20’s. Jim and I had separated again and again. I was pregnant with my second child. Man, I had demons chasin’ me from pillar to post.
No, I didn’t fit into a Baptist church. That church was nice to me and Jim but we just wore those poor souls out. So we did ‘em a favor and left that church. And we went on to a Pentecostal church. Jim kept leaving me when we were there, too. And they finally took up a collection in the offering plate for my divorce. I told ‘em I hadn’t planned on a divorce. Jim came back and repented and wanted to join their church and they wouldn’t let him. Well, we understood. Wild Man was way too wild for them.
We then just went to church here and there. One church I went to called me a whore from the pulpit because I didn’t go to their church all the time, every Sunday? They said that if you church hopped, it was like you were becoming one with this body and that body of believers. Well, the Lord didn’t take too kindly to that. God knows I was as pure as the driven snow. The preacher later had a nervous breakdown. And, ya know, he was a good preacher — I liked the poor snook. I don’t have any hard feelings. But I am wise enough to know that I just didn’t fit into that body of believers. I fit in with the believers who don’t fit into the church.
One time, I went to this little church. It was Baptist, I guess. Or I think they called themselves a Bible Church. Well, they were so innocent. A rumor started in their church that someone was coming to their church who was known to speak in tongues. One of the folks came and told me the rumor, too. At the Sunday morning service, these folks sat in their folding chairs like they were on hot-seats. They were lookin’ all around to find the one who spoke in tongues. Like the tongue talker was gonna jump out of no where and begin speaking in Chinese. Then a devil would jump out and pinch em? They later found out it was me and they loved me, anyway, and, oh, I loved them.
They had home Bible studies through the week. I had some of them here and they were a fun group of folks. Anyway, I quit going to that church but still opened our home for their Bible studies. They were studying some book of the Bible at church but, like I said, I had left by then. And one evening I went to the Bible study and they had it at a church member’s home that night instead of my home. Well, I always studied my Bible, even the concordance. So they have this contest to see who could get the most answers right after taking this one course at church. Well, they politely let me in their group and into their contest. I mean, just to be polite, as they KNEW I wouldn’t get any of the answers right because I didn’t have their study book. Well, I got all the answers right and won the prize. They couldn’t figure out how I did this without goin’ to their church.
At another church contest I won the prize, too. The Bible teacher got kinda mad at me and asked me if I spent a lot of time just reading my concordance and dictionary at the back of my Bible. Well, ya know, when you are under the gun like I lived for so many years, then, yes, you study the Bible and the concordance and the Bible dictionary. I used to go to sleep in my bed with my big family Bible. I mean, it was a big one that ya get when ya get married? They weigh about 10 pounds and look like a small drawer. Plus I had many study books and I read the Bible ALLLL the time.
See, most of the first 12 years of my marriage, I was alone. You go to a church and they ask you about yourself and you tell them my story? “Hello, I am Connie I have been deserted 30 times by my husband. In fact, I don’t know where he is now. Probably out committing another crime? I got married in prison when I was 19.” Then I stand there, usually pregnant, with a row of children with me. Children, by the way, who were as distressed as I was. I had the Word of God to keep me going but they had only jokes and teasing, usually, to hang onto.
The Sunday school teacher would just croak every time Jimmy came into her class. I just couldn’t make the boy behave himself and, oh, the things he did to torment the other children. But, ya know, I prayed for him as a young mother. And he grew up an to be an honorable man. But as a young mom, who had him at 19 years old, I spent many nights in prayer all night for him. I sent him to a Christian school. I babysat to get the money. I paid for it all myself. But he was so ornery, he upset the whole school. As a 25 year old mom, I cried myself to sleep many nights in prayer over this child.
At 18, he joined the Navy and was a spy, and he was a part of an air crew — he took care of the computer part of the airplane. The planes went high above the clouds and checked for bombs. Jimmy was never in any trouble and had to have a squeaky clean record to be chosen to do the job he had in the Navy. He would call us on the phone from all over the world. Collect? Later, just as the phone was about to be shut off, he would send us the money to pay for it. (This was after Jim got saved.) We had phone bills for 500 or 600 dollars a month. What a riot! The phone company had fits.
But, no, we didn’t fit into the local church. Not hardly.
And, oh, Wild Man was such a kill at church. He kept tryin’ to get saved so he would be good and not have to go back to the joint. But that guy couldn’t be good if his life depended on it. But we went to church and tried to make him be good.
There was always some well wisher that was gonna figure Jim out, by golly. So some elder or whatever was gonna counsel Wild Man. Jim would go to the guy’s house every week. And this guy would think, “Wow, Jim is doin’ good. I have healed him.”
Well, Jim was playing that guy like a fiddle. He would sit there and say, “Yeah, I did it and I am sorry and I won’t do it again. I am a no good SOB.” And you name it. Something had to cut through Jim’s soul. It had to reach him down in his gut. Nothing was reaching Jim. Nothing was penetrating his spirit. I felt so adamant later on about getting us out of church. Jim had to make a decision and quit playin’ games with the elders. Imagine this elder’s surprise when, one day, Jim didn’t show up for the counseling session, and he was gone and no one knew where he was. Not for months on end.
Once for 7 months, no one knew where Jim was. I lived in the eye of my storm. No one could ever figure out how I lived on, but I knew it was Jesus that kept me. And He will keep you, P., like He did me. And you A., and H., and all of you.
But Jim had to get out of the church and see that it was all up to him. Was he going to make a decision for Christ? Jim alone? With or without the church? He had to quit the church game, the religious parties. That man had to make a decision. Jim said he finally got sick of being sick and tired. He suffered like a dog before he really gave it all to Jesus.
See, this is where the home is so important. I lived, as 1 Peter 2 and 3 describes, as the wife being the example of Christ at the cross. When I was reviled, I reviled not again. I didn’t return evil for evil. Jim would come home after being gone for months. I would see him at the back door. He would look so rugged, as he would hitchhike out on the open highway for hundreds of miles, as my prayers would draw him home.
One time, he was so hungry when he reached the house that he stopped at the garden to eat before he came to the door. Oh, what a character! There he stood with nothing but the clothes on his back. I wouldn’t say to him, “Where have you been for 3 months?” or “Where have you been all of my life?” I would say, “Hi, Honey, are ya hungry? Come in — I will fix you some dinner.” I would help him off with his clothes and help him into a tub of warm water to take a bath. I would get some of his clothes from his closet to put out for him so he could put on fresh clothes. And then I would feed him some dinner. I ministered to him as I knew this would touch his heart.
The next day, he wouldn’t talk much. But would say, “I will go out and get work.” So he would go out and get a job. We wouldn’t discuss where he was. But then we would be driving along in our 100 buck car, a few weeks later. And the tears would begin to roll down his cheeks. Wild Man would stop the car at the side of the road and would weep until he could weep no more. Having been cool toward me and the kids, now he broke and begged me and the children to forgive him. He would cry out, “What is the matter with me that I would do these things to my family? Connie, I love you and the kids with all of my heart. When will I be a good man like my dad was?”
I would weep and say, “I don’t know, Jim. God will help us.” All I did was hang onto 1 Peter 2 and 3. I didn’t know what else to do. I just kept doing what I knew to do. I hung onto Jesus.
Oh, we fought so hard to hang on. And when I could hang on no more, Jim got another sentence in prison. The longest one he had of 3 and a half years. I thought God absolutely hated us. For 12 years, I had nothing but grief. Just before this sentence, I had waited through 3 other sentences and many jail terms. I had nothing but faith to live on.
And, ya know, Thank God for the local church. It’s a fun place to go and bring the children. But I think some of us are just too ornery to fit in. Now A., you wouldn’t want her in your church. She would tell everyone off. You wouldn’t want me on the internet as I would erase all my writings. But there is no condemnation.
I will say that some wayward men play church and the best thing in the world for them is to get out of the church. They need to go home and show themselves a Christian. If you are only good at church, then you are foolin’ yourself. If you can’t be good at home, then you don’t have anything to bring to the body of believers.
We as believers need to learn to get down to the brass tacks with Jesus. We older believers should be chewing the meat of the word. Often only the milk is preached. And it’s like going to first grade over and over again. We do need to grow up and take some authority in the body of Christ.
And it’s not preacher that is to save your husband, anyway. A man’s heart will be broken for Jesus through the behavior of a godly wife. It’s hard to win a man to the Lord through your behavior. It’s a lot easier to nag at him to go to church. And often a man will go to church and walk the aisle and confess Christ so his wife will quit naggin’ him. You don’t want a man like that. He ain’t a man who will make it for the long haul. He needs to come to Christ on his own and in his time.
You cant make the grass grow or a man to come to Christ before he is ready. He has to grow in Jesus’ time.
Some of your men who are confessing Christ but are committing adultery are only playin’ games. The worst thing you can do is believe him that he means business with God. No, you don’t need to tell him off. But don’t fall for the lies that a man who commits adultery is a Christian. They ain’t and they are on their way to hell if they don’t change. Satan tells you he is saved and committing adultery so that you won’t pray for him. You have to have the discerning of spirits so that you can pray for your husband. You have to get it right yourself so that you can pray in spirit and in truth.
And, last of all, I want to say, ya know, when I went through my times of great testing, I clung to His word. My neighbor, whose husband had left her, used to get so mad at me. “All ya do is sit in this house and pray and read your Bible. Get out and do something with your life.” Oh, yeah! The Lord was preparing me to speak to the world about how great the Lord is and how He saved my life and marriage.
We may think we aren’t doin’ anything as we read the Bible and pray and fight like hell for our marriages and homes. But in the shadows, even though we think we are alone and forsaken, God is there watching us. As we stand on nothing BUT Faith, as this is all we have, we please the Lord. And, oh yes, the victories come. Yes, they surely come and in the time the Lord had figured out a long time ago.
We are not alone as we fight. Yes it’s a fight — we fight the good fight of faith. Our minds try to deceive us. It’s a fight in the inner sanctuary. We fight as we stand before our king as Esther did. If we live, we live, and if we die, we die. But we have purposed in our hearts to not sin against our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He is first in our lives and His word has to take first place. And as we put His word and Him first, we seek first His kingdom and everything else is added unto us. He gives us new husbands and new lives and He gives us peace. The works of righteousness brings peace.