"Ohhhh... so you went to your OLD church today. Whyyy?
So at first I REALLY didn't want to say anything yet, but after all the questions, side comments, and shade being thrown at me, I'll go ahead and address it. If you like, print it out and go show everybody.
The CHURCH sometimes has a tendency to depict a false image of perfection. As if every legitimate follower of Christ is guaranteed a perfect life. An existence completely devoid of trials, tribulations, sickness, or any other adverse condition. "It is not the will of God for your life," has in essence become equal to, "Pray harder, let us lay your hands on you, and claim the will of God for your life. Its already settled in heaven. If it hasn't manifested yet, you must not have enough faith."
And so we don't realize that we are slowly poisoning those in our congregation who are already suffering the most. We try to console them with the lie that God will never give us more than we can bear. Then people begin to suffer under the weight and question their own faith. "Why hasn't my healing come to pass yet? Why am I still stuck in this situation? Pastor said we should claim these things until manifest right now, but I don't see them yet." Between one's own doubt, and the attitudes of the congregation members and ministers, we are imposing a "damaged goods" mentality upon those who have been suffering for some time.
I'm not saying this as speculation. I'm saying this from experience.
It is honestly gotten to the point where I am extremely uncomfortable in church. Of all places in the WORLD, you would think that the house of the Lord would be a safe haven. But it isn't for me anymore, because I no longer fit the image of what a Christian should look like. Christians can't walk with walkers, or use hand braces, or have disabilities, because "by His stripes we were healed". Christians can't suffer from depression because "in His presence there is the fullness of joy." Christian bodies cannot malfunction because "we were fearfully and wonderfully made". Though Christ tests us to refine us and build our endurance; though He comforts us in times of sorrow so that we can comfort others; and though our mortal bodies cannot inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, Christians are not supposed to look like I do. Christians are not supposed to suffer like I do. Christians are not supposed to be sick for their entire lives. It doesn't bode well with the image of beauty and perfection at the church wants to portray to the world. Soooo...
Push her away. Ostracize her. Shove her in a corner until its time to pray. Don't let her get up in front of the church and sing, because we don't want people thinking it's okay for children of God should be broken. Keep that Walker is far away as possible at all times. Don't speak to her like a person, speak to her as if she IS the sickness. "You know you're not supposed to be using that THING." "The sickness is not of God- it needs to hurry up and pack out already." "Are you STILL in pain?" "No, don't admit you're suffering, just say it is well with my soul." Need I continue?
Now I love my churches, & I love my church families. But I'm tired. I'm tired of dreading having my hand or knee braces be seen. I'm tired of being watched like a hawk when I'm trying to get around with the walker. I'm tired of the comments and the false prophecies. "God revealed to me that your legs will be healed in 10 days." Okayyyy... but what about the rest of my body? I'm tired of the double standards. If the procedures & the medications are helping, we praise God. If things aren't going well, then all of a sudden we don't listen to what the doctors say. They say we should pray with specificity but there's not a single person in any of my church families who can name every syndrome I'm battling- because they don't wanna hear it. I got to the point where I was so tired of feeling like I'll have no worth or merit in the church until I'm better that I was going to just stop going for a while. And I'm still praying about it. But God led me back to my old church today...
Its almost sad to say that it was the happiest Sunday I have had in years now. I have honestly forgotten what it feels like to go into the house of God and feel normal. Nobody was attacking me and condemning my face because I'm stuck in this walker. Nobody hid me or pushed me aside because I don't YET look Like the perfect picture of healing. Nobody pulled me up as a public spectacle of the enemy's handiwork. And I could talk to and laugh with people without that obvious tension and discomfort. REAL worship. REAL fellowship. Finally felt like I wasn't looked down upon because of my condition. For months now I've been faking smiles, and then coming home feeling absolutely miserable. Today though, for the first time in a long time, I was 100‰ completely and genuinely happy. And that joy has stayed with me. I wasn't the sick girl who isnt still supposed to be sick. I wasn't the one who didn't know how to claim deliverance, or was walking in unbelief. I was just Vera. The girl who loves the Lord with EVERY fiber of her being, and who is continuing to walk through hell and high water to reach the promise that He has for her. Somehow I just don't feel like that girl anywhere else anymore...