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So I know the thread topic will make a lot of people angry... And I don't blame you. It makes me angry to see what I am writing.
I remember when I first learned about God. I read the Bible on my own without any help from anyone or any brainwashing from anyone to tell me what was what. I was so passionate about God at that time and proclaiming the Gospel. Once I did join a Church, I did my best to participate in as much as a introvert who had previously hated himself and the world could possibly do. I taught Sunday School Bible Study classes, I was an active Leader in the Youth Group and I was preaching the Gospel anywhere and everywhere I went. The day I came to know the Lord was the day I put away all other things from my life. My addictions to drugs, alcohol and sex. My addictions to anime, video games and fantasy. My addictions to my hatred for myself, my hatred for God and my fear of dying. Everything I gave up and took up the Cross instead.
7 years later and I'm afraid God wants to kill me.
What does that even mean, honestly? I used to follow the Spirits' call no matter where He would send me. If He told me to stop by a homeless person late at night and talk to them about the Gospel, I would. If He told me to give random strangers a ride and talk to them about Gods Love, I would. If He asked me to go preaching in the Flea Market, I'd do that too, with no regard for my life.
Today I feel like I am more afraid of dying than anything. I don't know what's happened to me. My fear is that, if I let the Spirit lead, He will send me to Cambodia, to North Korea, to Africa or some remote tribe out in the middle of nowhere just to get me killed.
I feel like the only thing left of me is to become some sort of sacrifice for the greater good. As if God no longer has any use for me other than to die for His Glory. I'm sure that in dying God would use my death for something great. I don't doubt Gods plan, really. I am just afraid of being sent off to die. I feel like God purposely wants to send me somewhere that I'll be murdered. Maybe in the conflict with ISIS in the Middle East to preach the Gospel and get burned alive or my head stomped on until I die or get my head slowly and tortuously sliced off little by little.
I have honestly never felt this kind of Fear before. It's not even a Fear of the Devil, or Demons, or Spiritual things. I just feel like God 'PERSONALLY' wants to kill me. What is my problem? I can't understand it and I can't understand why I'm thinking this or feeling this way.
The first month of this year, in January 2016, I took off the entire Month and dedicated it entirely to the Lord. I was ready to follow whatever He wanted me to do and go wherever He called. The Truth is that, for a while, I had stopped doing all these things. The reason is because at my old Church I was subtly cast out and pushed away from any positions there because my theology did not align with theirs. I was taken out of the Bible Study position, I was quietly asked to back away from my Youth Leader position and I was subtly told that if I did not believe the theology there, that I wasn't in a good place to be and maybe I should find another Church.
Since that time I really haven't felt compelled to join another Church or do anything worthwhile for the Lord. Not because the desire wasn't there, because it's there every single day. I want to do more. But because seeing everything I had gained to be lost again and everything I was hoping to be a part of be taken away from me, I just didn't feel honest in myself to be able to do anything else.
It was at that point that I fell back in to Sin. Back into sexual sin, primarily. I had a girlfriend who told me she was Christian, who turned out not to be at the end but said so only because she thought Christian men were 'good men' and could take good care of her. She was in fact a Wiccan. I was lied to the whole time... But at that point I didn't even care and I fell into sexual sin with her.
I eventually broke off my relationship with her but I couldn't bring myself to get back in to a Church or fellowship with any other believers. I was living with my parents at that time because they had no jobs and I had to help pay for the bills. Eventually, during that time, my parents fought a lot and chose to move out from there and live on my own. That put tremendous strain on them and the house was soon to be taken away by the bank. I also felt guilty for this and heaped up a whole ton of their suffering on myself as being my fault.
A few years later, they are doing okay and everyone at my old Church is doing okay and I am totally and utterly lost on my own. If at least I believed God still cared for me and wanted me to thrive and do great things in His name, that'd be one thing. The fact is, after falling away as I did in so many places of my walk, I feel that I am no longer redeemable to this world. As if I am no longer fit to do any of His work and that God has essentially lost all His desire to give me anything else to work for Him with.
Every night I go to sleep thinking that I want to serve God, but I simply can't. I wake up thinking that the only thing I'm good for is being a Martyr in His name. Most of the believers I still know are always talking about their missions trips to dangerous places and asking me why I don't go, if I am indeed a Christian. So my only thought is, "I should go." but also "If I go, I will die. God will send someone to kill me for His name." that's all that keeps playing in my head.
There's really no way I can reconcile this with myself or with the Bible. The Bible says we are supposed to give up our own life. We shouldn't want to keep it or save it, just let ourselves die. We are better off walking over into the Middle East and giving up our bodies to ISIS to die brutal and horrible deaths because THAT is what constitutes a TRUE and REAL Christian and THAT is what shows your real FAITH in God and of course, Faith pleases God. So my only choice left is to let myself be murdered. I feel like God wants to murder me.
I don't really know what else to say. I am not angry with God. I don't hate Him. I am not blaming Him. I gave my life over to Him, after all. I believe He has the best plan at heart. I believe I'll go to Heaven when I die.
I am just afraid of Him. I'm afraid that I've lost my usefulness for God and He'd rather just murder me and be done with it because I have nothing else to offer to Him in this world. I've lived out my usefulness in being useless and the only way God will get any use out of me is if He kills me Himself by calling me into a Missions trip somewhere far away in a dangerous place, where I will be murdered for His name.
I can't deal with this anymore. I don't know what to do. I can't think straight anymore. I can't focus on God. I can't talk to Him because I feel like He is done listening.
What's wrong with me???
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I remember when I first learned about God. I read the Bible on my own without any help from anyone or any brainwashing from anyone to tell me what was what. I was so passionate about God at that time and proclaiming the Gospel. Once I did join a Church, I did my best to participate in as much as a introvert who had previously hated himself and the world could possibly do. I taught Sunday School Bible Study classes, I was an active Leader in the Youth Group and I was preaching the Gospel anywhere and everywhere I went. The day I came to know the Lord was the day I put away all other things from my life. My addictions to drugs, alcohol and sex. My addictions to anime, video games and fantasy. My addictions to my hatred for myself, my hatred for God and my fear of dying. Everything I gave up and took up the Cross instead.
7 years later and I'm afraid God wants to kill me.
What does that even mean, honestly? I used to follow the Spirits' call no matter where He would send me. If He told me to stop by a homeless person late at night and talk to them about the Gospel, I would. If He told me to give random strangers a ride and talk to them about Gods Love, I would. If He asked me to go preaching in the Flea Market, I'd do that too, with no regard for my life.
Today I feel like I am more afraid of dying than anything. I don't know what's happened to me. My fear is that, if I let the Spirit lead, He will send me to Cambodia, to North Korea, to Africa or some remote tribe out in the middle of nowhere just to get me killed.
I feel like the only thing left of me is to become some sort of sacrifice for the greater good. As if God no longer has any use for me other than to die for His Glory. I'm sure that in dying God would use my death for something great. I don't doubt Gods plan, really. I am just afraid of being sent off to die. I feel like God purposely wants to send me somewhere that I'll be murdered. Maybe in the conflict with ISIS in the Middle East to preach the Gospel and get burned alive or my head stomped on until I die or get my head slowly and tortuously sliced off little by little.
I have honestly never felt this kind of Fear before. It's not even a Fear of the Devil, or Demons, or Spiritual things. I just feel like God 'PERSONALLY' wants to kill me. What is my problem? I can't understand it and I can't understand why I'm thinking this or feeling this way.
The first month of this year, in January 2016, I took off the entire Month and dedicated it entirely to the Lord. I was ready to follow whatever He wanted me to do and go wherever He called. The Truth is that, for a while, I had stopped doing all these things. The reason is because at my old Church I was subtly cast out and pushed away from any positions there because my theology did not align with theirs. I was taken out of the Bible Study position, I was quietly asked to back away from my Youth Leader position and I was subtly told that if I did not believe the theology there, that I wasn't in a good place to be and maybe I should find another Church.
Since that time I really haven't felt compelled to join another Church or do anything worthwhile for the Lord. Not because the desire wasn't there, because it's there every single day. I want to do more. But because seeing everything I had gained to be lost again and everything I was hoping to be a part of be taken away from me, I just didn't feel honest in myself to be able to do anything else.
It was at that point that I fell back in to Sin. Back into sexual sin, primarily. I had a girlfriend who told me she was Christian, who turned out not to be at the end but said so only because she thought Christian men were 'good men' and could take good care of her. She was in fact a Wiccan. I was lied to the whole time... But at that point I didn't even care and I fell into sexual sin with her.
I eventually broke off my relationship with her but I couldn't bring myself to get back in to a Church or fellowship with any other believers. I was living with my parents at that time because they had no jobs and I had to help pay for the bills. Eventually, during that time, my parents fought a lot and chose to move out from there and live on my own. That put tremendous strain on them and the house was soon to be taken away by the bank. I also felt guilty for this and heaped up a whole ton of their suffering on myself as being my fault.
A few years later, they are doing okay and everyone at my old Church is doing okay and I am totally and utterly lost on my own. If at least I believed God still cared for me and wanted me to thrive and do great things in His name, that'd be one thing. The fact is, after falling away as I did in so many places of my walk, I feel that I am no longer redeemable to this world. As if I am no longer fit to do any of His work and that God has essentially lost all His desire to give me anything else to work for Him with.
Every night I go to sleep thinking that I want to serve God, but I simply can't. I wake up thinking that the only thing I'm good for is being a Martyr in His name. Most of the believers I still know are always talking about their missions trips to dangerous places and asking me why I don't go, if I am indeed a Christian. So my only thought is, "I should go." but also "If I go, I will die. God will send someone to kill me for His name." that's all that keeps playing in my head.
There's really no way I can reconcile this with myself or with the Bible. The Bible says we are supposed to give up our own life. We shouldn't want to keep it or save it, just let ourselves die. We are better off walking over into the Middle East and giving up our bodies to ISIS to die brutal and horrible deaths because THAT is what constitutes a TRUE and REAL Christian and THAT is what shows your real FAITH in God and of course, Faith pleases God. So my only choice left is to let myself be murdered. I feel like God wants to murder me.
I don't really know what else to say. I am not angry with God. I don't hate Him. I am not blaming Him. I gave my life over to Him, after all. I believe He has the best plan at heart. I believe I'll go to Heaven when I die.
I am just afraid of Him. I'm afraid that I've lost my usefulness for God and He'd rather just murder me and be done with it because I have nothing else to offer to Him in this world. I've lived out my usefulness in being useless and the only way God will get any use out of me is if He kills me Himself by calling me into a Missions trip somewhere far away in a dangerous place, where I will be murdered for His name.
I can't deal with this anymore. I don't know what to do. I can't think straight anymore. I can't focus on God. I can't talk to Him because I feel like He is done listening.
What's wrong with me???
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