For a long time I've tried to figure out why I went from spiritually lazy to spiritually working; from feeling safe in sin to toppling those titans. To this day, I can't really figure it out. I want to. I want to have a magic key to fixing people, to helping them overcome when they're stuck in bad habits. "Poof—you'll never drive drunk again! Poof—you won't be sleeping around anymore! Poof—your explosive anger is gone!"
But I don't. it seems that I didn't change until my heart desired it, and then it was God who caused the growth. And getting someone's heart to change—I am no good at that. I wish I were. But I think I have a solution that works, if I could convince people to try it. Hebrews 10:24-25 says,
"Let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near."
For a long time, I hid my facebook, or sections of it, from my brothers and sisters in Christ—I even preemptively blocked them from seeing me, or from seeing lots of my posts. Who wants to show off evil to those who are good? I didn't want to be in anyone's spiritual high beams, because man, I was pretty popular with the world, and that felt good.
My life was a formula designed to cheat God's system: I'd keep my bad behavior, but show up to assembly enough that no one could say that I wasn't a participant. And I'd know a LOT about the Bible, so you couldn't say I could be destroyed for a lack of knowledge. I'd even show up to some functions outside of Sunday and make a good showing of it all. Man, just look at the pictures! I'd be in them. That's my alibi.
But if you ever checked my facebook, you'd see that I was definitely a friend of the world.
In the end, my conscience drove me to the breaking point. It was a little twinge I was ignoring, but it grew and grew. I saw so many saints doing so much good, and I realized that I was trying to slide in to home plate—almost tagged out, but still saved. Saved by a technicality.
But that conscience I mentioned...it got kicked from the backburner into overdrive. I met a girl who wasn't really a Christian, but who was really sweet. She had plenty of worldly habits and thought the world of me—or rather, because of my formulaic way of living, she saw me as ultra-Christlike. I knew the Bible inside out. I didn't cuss or drink. I was great with dirty jokes, but those were just funny...not serious. I was a breath of fresh air. But in that air was an odorless poison.
This girl liked to drink a lot, and it didn't help out her life at all—but I never said anything about her bar habits. I got to know her and her kid, and I started having feelings of attachment for them. For perhaps the second time ever I said, "Ok, this girl isn't on track for heaven...I guess I have to do something." But I wasn't committed. My formula was just that: technical schematics that could never change a person's heart. They were soulless criteria for getting what I wanted, not anything from a heart that ached to serve God ever better.
And because of that, I presented a truth devoid of love. It was like saying, "Here, drink this water, it'll help you live," but all the while, I was an oil slick on top of it, making her sick of the water. If I was such a saint, why did I hide so much on facebook? Why did I put such low priority on studying the Bible? Why did I only assemble the bare minimum—Sunday evening only, because it's shorter?
God says, "By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another," (Jn 13:35), and deep down, all men recognize this. And deep down, the girl recognized me as a fraud. So was she, being a Christian in name only, but it meant that I couldn't reach her. I couldn't cause a desire for her to change. We split ways. She went deeper into drinking and the world, and I went into sadness and despair. I had finally realized that I'd hurt someone—spiritually. Blown a chance to make a disciple of Christ.
It hurt. I decided to start getting involved with the saints. The "assembling" that's mentioned in Hebrews is way more than just Sundays, by the way, because the early church associated daily. In Acts 2:46 we see that Christians met daily. "And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts."
Changing your associates is one of the best way to change YOU. If you're not growing, start being around your brothers and sisters in Christ more—it can lead to explosive growth. I had to start forcing myself to be with my brothers and sisters, to expose myself to the light. When I did, it made me change my bad habits. I had to get rid of them. And the void that was left had to be filled with something—so I started filling it with what my brothers and sisters were doing. I started studying the Bible. I started teaching others. And the more I did, the more I loved it. And the more I saw results, the more I realized God's plan worked. And the more I saw His plan working, the more I worshiped (submitted to Him) in Spirit.
But the thing that sometimes makes me sad is that, even knowing what can work, and what has worked, I can't force anyone to try it. I can't force anyone to desire it. It took the painful realization that I was ultimately a failure—and a failure that put others in spiritual danger—before I woke up. I had to recognize that God was right when He says, "For the time already past is sufficient for you to have carried out the desire of the Gentiles, having pursued a course of sensuality, lusts, drunkenness, carousing, drinking parties and abominable idolatries." (1 Pet 4:3) I had to realize that I'd hurt someone who had cared for me, and for whom I reciprocated that affection.
Even more than that, I had to open myself up to criticism. I couldn't just keep calling people meanies when they called me out. I had to say,
"Let a righteous man strike me—it is a kindness;
let him rebuke me—it is oil for my head;
let my head not refuse it."
(Psalm 141:5)
But perhaps, just perhaps, I can encourage people to wish for the label of, "overwhelming conqueror in all things," to be known as one who topples the titans of sin, who says, "My past will never define me, but this day and every day I shall excel still more." That's my prayer at least. I know that I can encourage. I can be kind. I can be honest. Paul said, "I planted, Apollos watered, but God was causing the growth." I can plant. I can water. And I can pray for God to cause the growth.
I praise God every day that He helped me examine myself, and find myself wanting. And I praise Him for helping me grow. In the past. In the present. And boundlessly in the future.