It’s a long and painful process but the results are worth it.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
There is no need for a Sunday sermon here. I can only speak from my own personal experience.
I’ve spent a lot of time worrying and a lot of effort trying to change things that are beyond my control. Maybe I did that as a means to avoid confronting the things that have always been within my ability to change. By leaning toward my own understanding I deceived myself into believing that I had the ability to work effectively in the battle against the Evil that surrounds us and has enveloped our Nation. More and more it seems that I was only reacting to scars from the past but treating them like they were some badges of merit that gave me a license to behave like a mad man at times. Yes, experience is a tool that guides us but it should never RULE us. My madness never achieved anything positive. I only hurt myself and a lot of people I love by submitting to it. Somehow I thought my scars were like scratches in fine leather, part of my character that when acted upon/reacted to could help change the world for the better. I deceived myself. They are life lessons from which I should learn and build a better life for myself and thereby be of greater service to others.
God did not create us to be prisoners to a self-inflicted living nightmare. He created us to do great things and that only becomes possible when we lean on him and allow him to complete the work he began at the moment we were conceived. Let him work in your life and on your life because in doing so you become perfected to your task. We aren’t meant to live as slaves to Godless tyranny but doing a life sentence in a self-inflicted prison is not what God wants for us either.
I earned the nickname “Mad Brad” while I served in the Army. I’m debating whether or not I should continue to publish under that name. I’m not sure if living up to/down to that name is something I want to do anymore. Then again, irony sells. What to do? Such a big decision.