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Spiritual Snobs; Do They Exist?
There was a time I was so very insecure. Growing up I
felt like I did not measure up to others. Shopping in
a large department store made me feel out of my element.
People walked past without speaking. They dressed in
their finest clothing and I felt intimidated because my
attire was not as expensive as theirs.
When I matured and began seeing people were just like me.
We all had to sleep, eat and dress and go about daily chores
the same. Some just looked better or had better carrers
than others.
I come from a middle class family, and still am. The
new found relationship with Christ was an experience
I will never forget. I grew by leaps and bounds. I was
on fire for Jesus. I was so spiritual. Those who did
not believe as I did, oh my, they were not as 'good' as
me. I mean our Church had it all. We were the great Church
growing by leaps and bounds.
We had cliques. We had superior knowledge when it came to
quoting scripture. We talked about it was going to be
the Church that would draw in the alcoholics, drug addicts
and prostitutes. But, we didn't, at least to my knowledge
it wasn't that place of refuge for any I met.
Everone dressed in fine clothes, worshiped, and loved one
another. I wonder what those fine clothes covered? Like
Jesus said, let us go out and bring in the lost. But, if
we did that, wouldn't that sort of mess up our cliques?
How would an unspiritual person fit in ?
I don't know if this is really happened the way I say it.
But I can tell you there are cliques and people will say
hello to a stranger, 'welcome to our Church.' Thank God
for those who have a heart for checking up on that person
who filled out the card they would like someone to visit
them. Thank God for those who have a 'hospital visitation
ministry.'
Now you wonder why the title "Spiritual Snob" ? I found
out I was so into our own little world I did not even think
to go out of my way to take someone with me. Ilearned the
hard way how to love those who would be considered unloveable.
I was put in a position where I met those drug addicts and
alcoholics. I began to see them as human beings who had a
void that needed filled. That void is Jesus. I came down,
no, I fell off my pedestal and with a heavy heart I began
to see the outside world crying to be loved. A family member
was one of those I learned from.
I want to say I thank God today for what He allowed me to
go through no matter the heartache, it taught me to love
the alcoholic and drug addict. When I see on TV photos of
the drug addicts whose faces are scarred from meth, I want
to cry. When I see Beer and strong Liquor commercials, and
the people having one big party, I want to cry. The women
are right in there with the men. All sleeping around and
not wanting to make commitments. Sleeping alone, crying
in their pillow because they are left empty.
I am not a spiritual snob anymore. I have seen from my own
failing Christ through a discouraged incident and leaving
Church for few years, I am no better than anyone. I praise
Him for teaching me to love the dirtiest, and the unlovely.
I really would like to see a Church open especially for those
I described.
I admire Godly women who have stayed the course. What great
reward awaits that Proverb 31 woman. I love Jesus in a
different way than in the beginning of my salvation. It was
a honeymoon for a few years. Then real life begins to set in.
It is through those times we pass through the firey trials
we realize afterwards, we are not so 'spiritual' after all.
If anyone thinks I act like I am 'super spiritual' or a
Spiritual Snob on Christian Chat, I assure you I don't mean
to give that impression and I am not that. I have a story
I could tell that explains what made me fall off my self made
throne many years ago. I can tell you Jesus did truly pick
me up and dust me off and now calls me His daughter, faults
and all.
Life is not easy when we try to walk without Christ. And often
times we find He allows us to walk alone for a while but He
never takes His eyes off us, and will bring us back.
There is a song running through my mind right now...
Sinner come home... ye who are weary come home... Softly
and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling O sinner come home.
God bless and may we be always ready to receive others
as Christ received us. Blessings ~
There was a time I was so very insecure. Growing up I
felt like I did not measure up to others. Shopping in
a large department store made me feel out of my element.
People walked past without speaking. They dressed in
their finest clothing and I felt intimidated because my
attire was not as expensive as theirs.
When I matured and began seeing people were just like me.
We all had to sleep, eat and dress and go about daily chores
the same. Some just looked better or had better carrers
than others.
I come from a middle class family, and still am. The
new found relationship with Christ was an experience
I will never forget. I grew by leaps and bounds. I was
on fire for Jesus. I was so spiritual. Those who did
not believe as I did, oh my, they were not as 'good' as
me. I mean our Church had it all. We were the great Church
growing by leaps and bounds.
We had cliques. We had superior knowledge when it came to
quoting scripture. We talked about it was going to be
the Church that would draw in the alcoholics, drug addicts
and prostitutes. But, we didn't, at least to my knowledge
it wasn't that place of refuge for any I met.
Everone dressed in fine clothes, worshiped, and loved one
another. I wonder what those fine clothes covered? Like
Jesus said, let us go out and bring in the lost. But, if
we did that, wouldn't that sort of mess up our cliques?
How would an unspiritual person fit in ?
I don't know if this is really happened the way I say it.
But I can tell you there are cliques and people will say
hello to a stranger, 'welcome to our Church.' Thank God
for those who have a heart for checking up on that person
who filled out the card they would like someone to visit
them. Thank God for those who have a 'hospital visitation
ministry.'
Now you wonder why the title "Spiritual Snob" ? I found
out I was so into our own little world I did not even think
to go out of my way to take someone with me. Ilearned the
hard way how to love those who would be considered unloveable.
I was put in a position where I met those drug addicts and
alcoholics. I began to see them as human beings who had a
void that needed filled. That void is Jesus. I came down,
no, I fell off my pedestal and with a heavy heart I began
to see the outside world crying to be loved. A family member
was one of those I learned from.
I want to say I thank God today for what He allowed me to
go through no matter the heartache, it taught me to love
the alcoholic and drug addict. When I see on TV photos of
the drug addicts whose faces are scarred from meth, I want
to cry. When I see Beer and strong Liquor commercials, and
the people having one big party, I want to cry. The women
are right in there with the men. All sleeping around and
not wanting to make commitments. Sleeping alone, crying
in their pillow because they are left empty.
I am not a spiritual snob anymore. I have seen from my own
failing Christ through a discouraged incident and leaving
Church for few years, I am no better than anyone. I praise
Him for teaching me to love the dirtiest, and the unlovely.
I really would like to see a Church open especially for those
I described.
I admire Godly women who have stayed the course. What great
reward awaits that Proverb 31 woman. I love Jesus in a
different way than in the beginning of my salvation. It was
a honeymoon for a few years. Then real life begins to set in.
It is through those times we pass through the firey trials
we realize afterwards, we are not so 'spiritual' after all.
If anyone thinks I act like I am 'super spiritual' or a
Spiritual Snob on Christian Chat, I assure you I don't mean
to give that impression and I am not that. I have a story
I could tell that explains what made me fall off my self made
throne many years ago. I can tell you Jesus did truly pick
me up and dust me off and now calls me His daughter, faults
and all.
Life is not easy when we try to walk without Christ. And often
times we find He allows us to walk alone for a while but He
never takes His eyes off us, and will bring us back.
There is a song running through my mind right now...
Sinner come home... ye who are weary come home... Softly
and tenderly Jesus is calling, Calling O sinner come home.
God bless and may we be always ready to receive others
as Christ received us. Blessings ~