Momma Angel wrote:Rex,
What is it that man has to forgive Jesus/God for? What has Jesus/God done to sin against man?
Now, yes, in order for man to move on when angry at someone they must forgive them. However, man forgiving man is one thing. Man forgiving God is another. God has done nothing wrong in which to need OUR forgiveness.
Much of what I say to people is based on "testimony" of my life and not just something that I am quoting or spouting from memory... Yes we all need to "forgive" God and Jesus...
A story...
When I was twelve years old My twenty-three year old brother bought an old school bus and did the necessary repairs and got the thing on the road and turned it into a living conservatory where he would drive out to lone roads and pull out his telescope equipment and peer our at the stars... He was a graduate of UMA in physics and was a child prodigy... Our family looked up to him as both a person of immense personality and knowledge. He was a poet and a dreamer... I find this difficult to even recall...
Well one night out in north Conway NH heading toward the White Mountains his bus hit a pothole and slid on it's side burst into flames and he burnt to death... Witnesses to the accident heard him inside screaming and heard his dog barking. They both perished in by fire and we received a visit that evening from the state police.. This being the first born son of my father it struck my father so hard that he never shed a tear. My mother turned pale as a ghost as she came in and shut the TV off and told us the horrible news.
I could go on about how it turned my family from a proud functional family into a dysfunctional nightmare... We all went on our own search for ANSWERS... WHY God? WHY!!!!!!
These are the answers that I have heard you all asking in this thread and many many others..
So time went on and my family NEVER completely healed from this... I am twice his age and he is still my older brother... He knew something that was too much for the world to contain...
At the time we had converted from the Lutheran religion to the Congregational religion. There was not a Lutheran church that far up north in Maine. Our family had been faithful church goers including my deceased brother. My whole town showed up for his funeral and the next year the high school yearbook was dedicated to him...
So in reflection of my brothers death my family became superstitious.. I watched spiritualism creep into their hearts because of their inability to understand the question of why... Why such a horrible way to go for such a kindred soul?
Then one day in seeking solace my family was in church assembled together in reverence to God and the minister at the time made this remark... IT WAS GOD'S WILL...
I accepted this on face value... after all he was a studied seminarian and he would know theses types of things.
But... as the years went by I slowly moved away from God and I never actually had wondered why... By the time I reached eighteen years old I was ready to check out... I had my death planned and had made all of the preparations on how things were to be carried out after I was gone...
I did not realize that because I "believed" that this was God's will that deep inside a resentment had grown within me until I no longer loved God or myself... I could think back before my brothers death in Sunday school learning about Jesus and how I love Jesus so very much. How God had been a place to go and sit alone in solitude and have talks and, God was my friend...
But it only took the words "it was God's will" to slowly over time bring me to a hatred of God that brought me to considering the ledge of a bridge...
In the process spiritualism had crept into my life. I now was an Egyptian oracle and an Atlantian sage and a diviner of the occult. God had become lost and forgotten and I did not even for one moment consider why...
How powerful can four words be? "It was God's will"... They nearly took my life.
In the midst of all of my own personal turmoil I went into a beauty salon to get my hair cut for a job interview. I was sitting down and discussing the streams of thoughts running in my mind and the barber was saying that my thoughts were not in alignment with "the word". He would say this is off and this is on. I did not know what to make of this very strange person.
So as I left he gave me a business card that had his name on it and the name of a biblical ministry.
This was at the height of my plan to do myself in. One night I sat at a phone booth debating whether to call my sister and say goodbye or to call this man and see why he thought my perceptions were "off"...
Suddenly my hands began to dial his number. He answered and said they were just about to begin a "fellowship" and he gave me the address. I got into my car and my arms were driving my foot was pushing the gas pedal but I was still in my mind standing on the ledge of the bridge...
This was the only time in my life when I have ever felt the presence of a "guardian angel"...
I arrived at their house. A woman opened the door and I will never forget her smile... If I were to ever go to heaven I am sure I would be greeted by a smile like this... I walked in and I felt out of place. They made me feel comfortable and they accepted me. The were in haste to begin the fellowship.
They passed around little books with words to hymns.. I was thinking this is weird and my heart was feeling like it was queasy and I did not really know how to classify this experience...
No one played an instrument they knew the tune to the words by heart. We all stood in a circle and they began to sing. I felt obliged to sing along... At first my words were only a tuneless mumble... Then suddenly the words on the page began to jump out at me. "Love lifted me".... I began to actually read them. My heart began to suddenly see... I had to forgive God...
I don't know if forgive God is the right words but at that point I had to turn things around again and raise God up to the place where he had once occupied...
So we sung several songs and soon I was loving each and every word in this little song book. I found myself hungry for God again. This was when they took me to the Bible and showed me that God did not kill my brother... But we were as they put it "ripped off"...
I spend three whole days with them teaching me the Bible... "as it is written"...
A month later I signed myself up to become a missionary... a month after that I was out teaching this message to others. I no longer blamed God for death and injustice. Jesus was not just a swear word. I no longer needed my guardian angel...
Romans 8:38 For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,
39 Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.