Hey Everyone,
What are some of our blind spots of faith that God has to confront us about? Do we judge what others do, then do the same things ourselves? Do we criticize other people's kids, but catch ourselves doing the same thing in our own families? Are we quick to tell others what to do, but always find a way to excuse or never talk about ourselves?
I don't know about anyone else, but God pointed out one of my own glaring hypocrisies yesterday at church.
I usually attend a church with contemporary (modern) services, but since I was raised WELS Lutheran, I sometimes get a spiritual craving for those old hymns and style of service. Yesterday I went to the Lutheran church instead of my usual one, only to find there was no one in the parking lot -- except a homeless man sitting on a bench outside the doors.
And I have to tell you, I was immediately afraid. I live in an area in which you will find the homeless pretty much everywhere. There's even a rumor that the bigger cities handed out one-way bus tickets for their homeless to come to this area so they could be someone else's problem. Although I live in a "good (considered relatively safe if you're careful)" area, you do have to be mindful at all times. The homeless population is known for its issues with fentanyl, and it's said there are places the police just won't go because of how bad the problem is.
I felt torn by this, because I had originally planned to go into the church to ask what was going on, but with only a few cars in the back parking lot and no one but this homeless person in the front, I didn't get out of my car. I later found out that due to the summer season, the church service had been pushed back, so I went to run some errands and came back later.
Later on in church, I realized that this man was attending the service -- though he continuously got up to walk out, then came back, over and over again -- and I felt ashamed for being so judgmental.
One of my personal soap boxes is that I try very hard to reach out to people I've seen the church shun because they "don't meet the standards" of how someone "should" look in church. I myself am about as plain as a white sheet of paper. My church outfit is usually a polo shirt and khakis; my ears are only pierced once; I have no tattoos, no other piercings, have never smoked, am allergic to alcohol so I don't drink, and am extreme introvert who shuns parties.
But the people I am often longing to talk to the most are the exact opposite, with piercings and tattoos and wildly-colored hair. People with troubled lives and emotions, often stemming from parents who claimed to be Christians, but ran households steeped in conflict and abuse. I try my best to put in an effort to talk with such people in work situations and when going about my daily life, and I spent many years writing to and visiting prison inmates. I feel this is a strong part of my calling.
And here I was, judging this homeless person -- and I felt completely ashamed for doing so. I asked God to forgive me and to help me to do better. I wished I had my friend Amanda (not her real name) with me from back home, because she has a gift for talking to the homeless that I do not have.
After the service, I made my way through the crowd to try to say "Good Morning" to this man, but I'm not sure if he heard me. When he glanced my way, his eyes were going in different directions (I'm sure he wasn't all there mentally,) and he didn't look directly at me, nor did he answer. But soon after, another church member was talking to him and they seemed to be familiar with each other, so maybe this man comes to this church regularly, which I was happy to see.
Maybe next time I go, I'll try to find this church member and ask for some pointers about how to better treat the homeless with dignity.
I struggle with this because, as someone who was adopted and is well aware of what her life could have been if left to the streets, I feel a strong sense of duty to try to reach out to those who are "different" or seen as social outcasts.
But as a single woman, I also try to be hyper aware of my surroundings and ever vigilant about my safety, because the homeless here will approach you in almost every public setting asking for money.
I asked God to forgive me and show me how to get better at balancing wisdom and grace with proper action.
How about you?
* In what ways does God confront you about your blind spots?
* How do you react, and what do you pray for afterwards?
* How did you handle it the next time you were tested you in this area?
* Were you able to apply what you learned last time, or was it a repeat lesson?
I have been feeling completely convicted ever since yesterday and I greatly value hearing how other people work through these situations themselves.
Thank you for sharing!
What are some of our blind spots of faith that God has to confront us about? Do we judge what others do, then do the same things ourselves? Do we criticize other people's kids, but catch ourselves doing the same thing in our own families? Are we quick to tell others what to do, but always find a way to excuse or never talk about ourselves?
I don't know about anyone else, but God pointed out one of my own glaring hypocrisies yesterday at church.
I usually attend a church with contemporary (modern) services, but since I was raised WELS Lutheran, I sometimes get a spiritual craving for those old hymns and style of service. Yesterday I went to the Lutheran church instead of my usual one, only to find there was no one in the parking lot -- except a homeless man sitting on a bench outside the doors.
And I have to tell you, I was immediately afraid. I live in an area in which you will find the homeless pretty much everywhere. There's even a rumor that the bigger cities handed out one-way bus tickets for their homeless to come to this area so they could be someone else's problem. Although I live in a "good (considered relatively safe if you're careful)" area, you do have to be mindful at all times. The homeless population is known for its issues with fentanyl, and it's said there are places the police just won't go because of how bad the problem is.
I felt torn by this, because I had originally planned to go into the church to ask what was going on, but with only a few cars in the back parking lot and no one but this homeless person in the front, I didn't get out of my car. I later found out that due to the summer season, the church service had been pushed back, so I went to run some errands and came back later.
Later on in church, I realized that this man was attending the service -- though he continuously got up to walk out, then came back, over and over again -- and I felt ashamed for being so judgmental.
One of my personal soap boxes is that I try very hard to reach out to people I've seen the church shun because they "don't meet the standards" of how someone "should" look in church. I myself am about as plain as a white sheet of paper. My church outfit is usually a polo shirt and khakis; my ears are only pierced once; I have no tattoos, no other piercings, have never smoked, am allergic to alcohol so I don't drink, and am extreme introvert who shuns parties.
But the people I am often longing to talk to the most are the exact opposite, with piercings and tattoos and wildly-colored hair. People with troubled lives and emotions, often stemming from parents who claimed to be Christians, but ran households steeped in conflict and abuse. I try my best to put in an effort to talk with such people in work situations and when going about my daily life, and I spent many years writing to and visiting prison inmates. I feel this is a strong part of my calling.
And here I was, judging this homeless person -- and I felt completely ashamed for doing so. I asked God to forgive me and to help me to do better. I wished I had my friend Amanda (not her real name) with me from back home, because she has a gift for talking to the homeless that I do not have.
After the service, I made my way through the crowd to try to say "Good Morning" to this man, but I'm not sure if he heard me. When he glanced my way, his eyes were going in different directions (I'm sure he wasn't all there mentally,) and he didn't look directly at me, nor did he answer. But soon after, another church member was talking to him and they seemed to be familiar with each other, so maybe this man comes to this church regularly, which I was happy to see.
Maybe next time I go, I'll try to find this church member and ask for some pointers about how to better treat the homeless with dignity.
I struggle with this because, as someone who was adopted and is well aware of what her life could have been if left to the streets, I feel a strong sense of duty to try to reach out to those who are "different" or seen as social outcasts.
But as a single woman, I also try to be hyper aware of my surroundings and ever vigilant about my safety, because the homeless here will approach you in almost every public setting asking for money.
I asked God to forgive me and show me how to get better at balancing wisdom and grace with proper action.
How about you?
* In what ways does God confront you about your blind spots?
* How do you react, and what do you pray for afterwards?
* How did you handle it the next time you were tested you in this area?
* Were you able to apply what you learned last time, or was it a repeat lesson?
I have been feeling completely convicted ever since yesterday and I greatly value hearing how other people work through these situations themselves.
Thank you for sharing!
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