"... the kingdom of heaven has endured violent assault, and violent men seize it by force [as a precious prize--a [a]share in the heavenly kingdom is sought with most ardent zeal and intense exertion]." Matthew 11:12 (Amplified)
So. Let me tell ya. That verse, above, keeps flying to my head because lately it seems I'm surrounded by doubtful, negative, wimpy people. Christian people, sadly, ones who believe...
... if the economy is awful then their own family's economy will automatically be awful, too...
... and because crime is increasing, they're practically just waiting for Crime to walk through their own front door...
... and if they heard a bad story about a certain state then there's no way they'd ever move to that state...
... and Life here on Earth is meant to be a suffering cesspool and only Heaven will be a place to enjoy...
... and on and on. Even Tom is worried that we'll take a monetary loss on our next house--and we've not even moved in yet!
Well, I keep telling Tom to "knock it off and get some faith why don't ya?" I even covered my ears (then ran for my computer headphones) when I heard him saying, again, such doubtful stuff to our financial advisor over the phone this morning.
But I can't exactly do those things when other Christians in my Real Life and in Blogland bring their fear-filled, we're-all-gonna-die approach right to me. No, but I can take some tactics.
Like, I can refuse to spend a lot of time with Doubters. A little time, ok, (especially with those who want to change, like my sweet husband), but doubt spreads like disease, you know, and I refuse to catch that disease. Fear acts like disease, too. Start spending your days sitting in circles swapping fear stories (or parked in front of CNN on a catastrophe day) and suddenly your thoughts are colored black. And weigh 20 pounds extra.
And I can, ok, read headlines, but not their whole stories crammed with gory details. Or I can watch the news only when Grace sits beside me, comforting my heart the whole time, but skipping the news if, instead, it haunts my hours and spoils the joy of the Lord--zapping my strength.
Frankly, it's up to me to remain strong (and sane!). Yes, my joy ultimately comes from God, but also ultimately, I can lose it, myself. And I can sabotage my joy by holding onto unforgiveness, fear and doubt, instead. It's either joy or my 'right' to hold onto fear-based junk--it can't be both.
"The violent take it by force..." And if saturating myself, my hours, with good, uplifting teaching and avoiding certain disease-spreading people and newspapers or broadcasts sounds extreme to you, oh well. It's my way of taking the kingdom of heaven by force and it sounds extreme, ok. But I'm determined not to wimp-out and become a worried whiner during these most crucial, trying years in all of History.
I've come too far to allow torpedoes of negativity to sink me now.
"Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life." ... Proverbs 4:23
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Did you enjoy the old tv show, Emergency? Tom and I did and yesterday we began watching an updated-version type called, Trauma, by way of Netflix instant streaming (Kevin Tighe even appeared in one episode as an old paramedic-turned-captain and that was quite cool).We're enjoying it a lot, though we've had to close our eyes a few times during some of the more extreme injuries of accident victims. (Not recommended for the faint of heart....smile...)