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Tough Terrain, The Search for Injustice-Part 2

Part 2 of The Search for Injustice

“No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.” – 1 Corinthians 10:13

This seems to be on my heart right now, because I have been noticing how an act of service can quickly change to an act of vengeance or self-promotion. I’ve seen this within myself in small ways lately.

My wounds seem to deal with time and worth. I think they always have. Through some consistent devotional time and an accountability partner, I’ve begun to discover the source of these wounds. However, they are still tender. For example, not long ago I was with a person that belittled an idea that I had been working on. I felt more attacked than I actually was. I responded in 2 ways:

1. I sought out every possible thing that this person did that wasn’t perfect so that I could feel better about myself.

2. I worked even harder so that I could prove to myself that what I did was worthy.

While I was doing these things, I was not in fellowship with God, I lost time with my family, and I hurt my relationship with this other person. Those things that I did to prove myself were not done with a servant’s heart, but with a selfish heart. God was taking me through the rough road. I had a critical decision to make:

Should I continue with the instant gratification of proving my own worth or should I continue on with the Lord down that rough road and place my hurts in His hands?

Have you been faced with this question?

You see, on the journey to servant hood, God doesn’t just pick you up at point A and drop you off at point B. Instead, He takes you through the tough terrain. The ironic thing about it is that you can get off of the road at any time. God isn’t forcing you to go. There are critical points throughout the journey through which you must hang on to God with all you have in order to get through. If you don’t, you’ll end up getting off of the road somewhere between selfishness and holiness–that place is very dangerous.

God is calling you to “…go on to holiness,” into servant hood. He can take you there, but it isn’t always easy. Are you ready? Can you persevere? You don’t have to take this journey alone. Please, comment and share your stories of the tough terrain. How have you been challenged on the tough road to holiness?


The Search for Injustice

The Stoning of Saint Stephen“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven” –Matthew 5:10

The word persecution is one of those heavy words that seems to intense for day-to-day use. When we hear of Christians getting persecuted, we often think of people getting thrown in jail or killed, martyred, for their faith. We don’t think about some of the small things we deal with as persecutions. However, there is such a need in the human heart to die for a cause, that sometimes, we seek out our persecutions and try to create our own martyrdom. Have you ever done this? I know I have. I remember at a previous church I served, I kept having disagreements with one of the other staff members and I felt like things were never going my way. I would complain about this person to any one who would listen. It took me so long to realize that the source of feelings had nothing to do with being persecuted but with harbouring unforgiveness. I wasn’t being martyred, I was just dying a slow death in sin.
John and Staci Eldrige, authors of Wild at Heart and Captivating, say that every person is wounded in some way deep in their hearts. Often that wound can be traced back to a parental or adult figure, or a significant event. A lot of the anger we feel towards people is triggered because something that they did targeted that exact place in which we have been wounded. That is what happened with me in the story I just shared with you.

God is the only one who can deal with our wounds… Continue reading