Ever since my health degenerated, my two big families became very supportive, caring and helpful. Sadly, not all of them are encouraging. A few of these folks could be daunting and full of accusations, sometimes.
My grandmother, for instance. She possesses rather orthodox religious belief and tends to disapprove the way my family practice our faith. According to her, being a Christian means going to church regularly and doing the Ten Commandments so that others may see our good deeds. She even prays long and loudly so everyone can hear it. When she saw that my health hasn't improved or restored, she blamed my lack of 'religious routine'. In all honesty, it has made me sick. It's wearing out my heart, the way she disregards.
It hurt me even more when my grandmother said, people have been praying for healing for me yet I still couldn't walk normally, which means I don't have a strong faith. "If only she had faith for healing, she wouldn't have to deal with sickness," she told my brother about me. What a bone-crushing and heart-piercing comment!
Whenever I hear such statements about my condition, the Enemy intensifies his deceitfulness. I could be trapped into his trick and feel contempt for my grandmother, or I could pray for mercy and gentleness toward her. It is tempting to respond with harsh words and 'prove' my faith but that's not what God wants me to do. My job isn't to justify myself and defend my faith. My job is to love, and it's not easy because I'll feel like I am losing.
But just as this song says: truth be told it doesn't matter if they're sorry or not. Freedom comes when we surrender to the sound of mercy and His grace.
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