The "B" word

As Christians we are often warned about the problematic "B" word.

Bitterness.

Warned from the pulpit, cautioned by mentors,

chastised by scriptures that bitterness can be detrimental to our walk.

And I feel like, it's a thing that most people know.

But I also feel like we don't always recognize it.

Bitterness literally creeps in.

It sneaks up on you.

I festers from something inconsequential sometimes, something that 

should be so simple to come to terms with, but instead of

solving the problem, acknowledging it and confronting

it with prayer and the parties involves, it sits there and the friction

builds until it's a blister of bitterness.

Interesting comparison right?

A blister.

They usually start out as just an itch on your heel.

Then they get hot, the friction builds and then,

before you know it it's extraordinarily painful and you ability to

walk as you usually would isn't possible. 

 Trust me, I have so much experience with blisters.

A pastor spoke from the pulpit this Sunday and told us, 

"It is an illusion to be angry with another person, and be right with God."

As much as I would like for this to not be true, it is though.

I spent quite a lot of wasted time being angry with people.

People who I thought owed me explanations and apologies.

People who I thought should be remorseful for things that had happened

to me while I was in their care.

People who I thought should be held responsible for my actions in the future

because I believed that they were caused by the harm that they did.

But I was wrong.

As is often the case.

A very wise woman one told me,

"You are in no way responsible for the actions of 

the people around you. You are only responsible for 

how you react to those actions."

So today, I am not here to criticize you, and tell you that you are in the wrong.

I want to offer you some encouragement. 

Bitterness didn't pay off for me.

It made my walk with Christ laborious, the antithesis of joy.

I allowed bitterness to drive me to horrible places.

Me. My fault. I did it. 

No one else.

And that was the key. I realized that I didn't have to be angry.

It hurt so, so much to let go of that anger. 

It felt like it would be so much easier to continue in that

anger than to admit that I was in the wrong by holding it, nursing  it.

So when I was struggling through all of the emotions that swirled around,

when I decided that I would try forgiveness and really truly forgive with 

my actions and not just with my words,

I sat down and I wrote.

I wrote down everything that bothered me, 

everything that hurt me,

everything that I felt that shouldn't have happened to me.

And I cried.

A lot.

And over the course of the weeks and months that it took to come to terms with 

everything, to let all of the bad memories rush back, and to actually record them 

instead of suppress them I slowly began healing.

It wasn't all at once, I didn't wake up and say ,"Boom I'm done."

That would have been nice though.

And the blisters that I had, healed over. There are still

some scars here and there, but they are a testimony to

the fact that God allowed me to walk through a trial and

He stood by me and helped me endure it. 

And as I healed He opened a door for me,

in His perfect timing.

And the door had "Echo Ranch Bible Camp" painted on it.

Last summer I had the privilege of serving at this camp here 

in Juneau. I met some of the most wonderful kids ever there.

But it wasn't just a job, it wasn't just being a counselor, keeping 

up with kids, making sure they were taken care of.

It was the close to a very long chapter in my life. 

By being able to share my testimony with these campers,

being able to tell them about some of the things that God had seen me through,

and being able to relate with so many of them with personal struggles 

and encourage them was an amazing opportunity.

I got a glimpse of something. 

My trials had purpose.

God gave them to me for a reason.

Had they not happened my testimony would have been completely different

but because they did I was able to see the struggles of my campers

with an amazing compassion, to cry with them and for them because I

knew firsthand what some of them were going through.

And now, I thank God for the hardships, for the blisters 

and the scars.

Because He gave them to me for a reason:

To glorify Him.

"So if there is any encouragement in Christ,

and comfort from love, any participation in

the Spirit, complete my joy by being of the same mind,

having the same love, being in full accord, and of one mind.

Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in 

humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each

of you look not only to your own interest, but also to

the interests of others."

Philipians 2:1-4