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Not Such a Wonderful Life. But Jesus.

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Everytime I watch It’s a Wonderful Life I feel sad. During the course of the movie, George Bailey finds out that he made a tremendous difference in the lives of every single person he came in contact with throughout his life. Now, you would think that would make me happy for George Bailey, but all it really does is remind me of this nagging feeling I’ve had for years that I haven’t affected anyone’s life in any significant way at all.

God showed me the other day that the persistent, unrelenting feeling that’s been tormenting me most of my life is actually something Harry (my biological father) told me everytime he abused me. It was kind of a litany: he told me he had to abuse me because God hated me; he told me I was as ugly as if someone had thrown acid in my face; and now it turns out he also told me I would never make a difference in anyone’s life, and I should never have been born.

Wow!! I should never have been born?? That could be part of the reason I was so suicidal over so many years, and why I tried suicide so many times.

In the first place I forgive Harry. And then, it makes me feel incredibly sad for him, because I think he told me all that stuff because that’s how he felt about himself.

I know what it’s like to feel that bad about yourself! It’s a terrible and unbearable weight that consumes you, and it devoured me to the point that I tried to kill myself nine times. Thank God none of my attempts succeeded!

I’ve often wondered why Harry projected his pain onto me. He could have put it in so many other places, so why me? Why not my sister? But no, my sister was the fair-haired child in my family, and she could do no wrong. I, on the other hand, was the family scapegoat. Of course, if you told my parents that my sister and I had those roles they would have hotly denied it. I know because I tried to tell them. My mother always maintained that my sister and I were treated equally and fairly. She could never see any inequality in the way we were raised. Anytime I felt like Mary got preferential treatment, my mother said I was exaggerating or imagining it. On the other hand, there were a few times where Good Ole Sis complained that our grandparents were favoring me, and my mother always believed her, and then protested mightily that it wasn’t fair. So yeah, there was definite inequity and unfairness between me and my sister, if for no other reason, because my parents were blinded to the truth of it, so it kept on happening again and again and again.

As I said above, I forgive Harry, and I forgive my mother as well. I also forgive my sister for any opportunities she took advantage of when our parents treated her better.

Thankfully, I know God always treats me fairly. I am so grateful for that fact! He is abundantly good to me, and I never have to worry about being treated unjustly or unfairly, because that’s not who God is.

43“You have heard the law that says, ‘Love your neighbor’ and hate your enemy. 44But I say, love your enemies! Pray for those who persecute you! 45In that way, you will be acting as true children of your Father in heaven. For he gives his sunlight to both the evil and the good, and he sends rain on the just and the unjust alike. ~ Matthew 5:43-45, NLT.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to end this post, because if I stop now it’ll be ending on a negative note, and I don’t want that. It won’t be helpful to my readers and it won’t be helpful to me. The cool thing is, I saw my therapist yesterday, and he helped me by putting a whole different slant on everything I’ve said here. He’s so good at doing that! He told me that I was completely wrong in thinking that I haven’t made a difference in anyone’s life. He reminded me that keeping this blog is helping other people, and I hope that’s true. It’s certainly my desire. My goal here has always been to educate people about the horrors of child abuse, and in particular child sexual abuse, and to show that, as terrible as it is, if you were a victim of abuse you can still have hope. With God all things are possible. And beyond that, my intention in everything I do, my raison d’être, so to speak, is to bring glory to God, and express my gratitude to Him for everything He’s done for me. I love what German composer Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) did. At the top of every composition he wrote, “Soli Deo Gloria”, which is Latin for “Glory to God Alone”.

I always worry, because as far as I know, I’ve never led anyone to Jesus. But maybe I’m looking at the wrong parameters. Maybe God has a different way of judging these things. I’ve published 159 posts for this blog, which sounds like a lot to me, but in the overall scheme of things maybe it’s not, I don’t know.

My greatest desire has always been to please God, but the area where I feel the most hopeless is the perception that it’s impossible for me to do so.

But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him. ~ Hebrews 11:6, NKJV.

But then I think about my life as a Christian, and the fact that I’ve persevered in seeking God all these years, no matter how bleak things looked, no matter how horribly depressed I was, and I realize maybe that’s what faith is all about. Someone without any faith wouldn’t have persisted in pursuing God over the fifty-plus years that I’ve been a Christian. Someone with no faith would have given up a long time ago. And McT (my therapist) reminded me, as he’s done several times before, that over the years of his seeing me, the one constant that he remembers about me is that I continue to seek after and pursue God no matter what.

So I will continue to follow after God, because it’s the best thing I can do. My fondest and deepest desire is to go to Heaven and meet Jesus face to face, and know Him as He knows me now. There is no higher goal as far as I’m concerned. I will persist in reading and studying God’s Word, because it’s the best way to learn more about Him, and to make my faith grow. And I will continue to seek more healing, because I want to reach for God’s best and highest. But no matter how healed I am, I will never stop needing God. I will always need Him every second of every day, because without Him I can do nothing.

1Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. ~ Hebrews 12:1-2, NKJV.

4“Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. 5“I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. ~ John 15:4-5, NKJV.

Escaping Christmas

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It’s the Holidays again, my least favorite time of year. I know, I know, it’s Christmas. You’re supposed to LOVE Christmas. Well, I don’t. When I was a child they took me to church and told me the Christmas Story, and put me in the choir so I could sing about the Christmas Story. Everything was supposed to be full of peace and goodness and light, and Jesus was perfect, and God was good, and all was well.

The problem was, all that stuff may have been true at church, but the exact opposite was true at home, and it didn’t take very long before I began to see how hypocritical it all was. Where was Jesus when Harry was beating and raping me? Where was God when Harry was telling me that he had to do all this stuff to me because God hated me?

So it didn’t take very long before I began to hate Christmas, and my hatred grew year by year, because the abuse never stopped, and the hypocrisy only got worse as Harry’s treachery and lies, especially about God, made me want to tell God I hated Him back. I mean, if He hated me, why should I try to love Him? All I’d ever wanted was to please Harry, and by extension, God, and it didn’t matter what I did, it was never good enough. All I ever got was more abuse and more vitriol in return for my efforts.

Then, in February of 1972, I became a Christian ~ absolutely the best decision I’ve ever made in my life. The changes as a result of that decision weren’t immediate. I was such a mess that God had to work slowly to heal me, so I didn’t find out until many years later that all those terrible things that Harry told me about God, and about myself, were nothing but lies.

And all those years when I was crying out to God, desperate to know where He was, it turned out He was right there with me, protecting me from the worst of the abuse, and saving my life when death encroached because my mother tried to kill me, or because Harry had threatened to kill me so many times that I thought suicide would be better than having to stay strong against his ultimatums to keep me silent about what he was doing to me. And finally, God was saving my life from my many suicide attempts ~ nine in all ~ because I could no longer bear the weight of the emotional agony that constantly and continuously tormented my soul.

My gratitude to God knows no bounds for what He’s done for me throughout my life. And of course that includes the fact that He saved my soul through the Cross of Christ, but He’s been keeping me alive ever since I was born into this world so that, in the fullness of time, I could come to know Jesus as my Lord and Savior.

But the reason I hate the Holidays isn’t limited to my own issues. It has a lot to do with the commercialism and materialism that have consumed American society, and which seems to be getting worse and worse every single year. People talk about the true spirit of Christmas, but when you ask them what that means, they spout some folderol about giving to the poor, or feeding the hungry, or helping the needy, or ending homelessness, or… or… or…. And while all those things are important problems that need to be addressed, that’s not what Christmas is supposed to be about.

The real REAL reason for Christmas is to celebrate the fact that Jesus Christ came to earth as a human baby so He could go to the Cross and die for the sins of humanity, bringing us back into right relationship with God. He chose to step down from His place in Glory so He could become a peeing, pooping baby, taking on human flesh, experiencing what we go through on an intimate level.

What an unfathomable, unspeakable, incalculable, incomprehensible, immeasurable gift God has given us! There aren’t enough words in the English language to express what a marvelous and wonderful gift it was that God gave humanity!

Yet people seem to have forgotten about God’s most wondrous and amazing gift altogether while they try to best each other by spending more money than their neighbors (gotta keep up with the Joneses after all), and spending more money this year than they did last year on gifts, on Christmas lights (for example, The Great Christmas Light Fight on ABC TV), and innumerable other ridiculosities that the devil uses to distract them from looking at, and taking in Jesus Christ, the baby in the manger.

The ads on TV are a perfect example of what I’m talking about. Pretty much without exception they’re about spending as much money as possible on everyone you know. Having the most expensive car, and making sure the people you love have one as well is the way to go, because that’s how they’ll know that you love them, right? WRONG!

Love should NEVER be monetized! Equating love with money is just wrong, and yet people do it all the time!

I started writing this a couple of weeks ago, around December 20th, and I’m finally finishing it after Christmas is over. But that’s another part of my problem with Christmas. There’s this huge buildup to Christmas Day, with nonstop radio and television programming, shopping, cooking, and decorating etc., etc., and once the day has past, it’s like we’ve driven off a cliff. Christmas trees get thrown out, the decorations are taken down, there are no more Christmas movies on TV, no more Christmas carols on the radio, and yada yada yada. One day we’re celebrating, and the next day it feels like Christmas never happened.

All Christmas celebrations stop abruptly, and yet, the reason for celebrating Christmas in the first place, Immanuel, God with us, Jesus coming to earth as a baby to save us all from our sins hasn’t changed. God is still with us. Christ died on the Cross, and was resurrected, and now sits at the right hand of the Father interceding for us. All of that is still true, and will continue to be true, because God never changes.

Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. ~ Romans 8:33-34, NIV.

Despite my problems with the Holidays, God is good, and He’s so good to me. He continues to heal me, and Christmas gets easier every year. I’m very grateful for that. This year, my two best friends and I celebrated together, something we’ve never done before, and we had a delightful time. One of them is a marvelous cook, so she made the food, and we spent the time talking about the Bible, and about our lives, and our hopes for the future, and how wonderful God is. It was thoroughly enjoyable. I’m finding more and more that I really don’t need much to keep me happy.

But godliness with contentment is great gain. ~ 1 Timothy 6:6, KJV.

If I can just remember that every year around the Holidays I think I’ll be okay.