by Christine Huck
Oh, this is not an easy one. On my prayer call, or BPtG Call to Prayer (same day), I prayed that those who are the most vulnerable would be drawn over to the side of the Kingdom and be protected from the spirit that is in the world. My prayers were righteous and God centered. Only now I am given an opportunity.
Having just stepped outside my door, I am confronted by my neighbor who misunderstood what I said the day before. Imagine that. She stews in her anger and bitterness toward me for almost 24 hours and then tries to put it on me. I should have stayed home.
She says to me, “I am really offended by what you said yesterday. You said, Lucy (my dog) was looking for cat food in the yard.” I didn't respond in an argumentative way, but did say, “That's not what I said. I said, Lucy is hunting for cat sh_t, not food.” Seriously???
Now, if you knew that she is the neighborhood cat lady and that we've already had four litters of kittens this year since January, including as many complaints, you’d understand her defense. If she was right in that I wanted to see the cats gone, that my dog goes directly for the dainty morsels, is annoying, then yes. I am guilty. But otherwise, I am a cat lover. The problem is out of hand and she needs to deal with it. She also needs to see, I am not a part of her problem.
That aside, what is God doing? Is he holding me to my own words? Do I have to be the answer I prayed for? I know she (my neighbor) is a Christian (to the least of the meaning), but she does not live the life and is not open to including any discipline that would nurture a deeper understanding of her faith. So her faith remains small, if at all existent. Even Jesus said to his disciples, “You have NO faith,” at one point. Yeah. That much-Zero. Does she have more than those who left all to follow him? Not likely.
So, is God asking me to not only pray the answer, but to be the answer? I don't even have to answer that to realize, a little humility on my part would make His case. I think I will call her. Let's see how it goes. Dialing...
It wasn't as painful as I thought. She did attempt to hold onto her belief that I attacked her, which I didn’t. I told her I forgave her for thinking ill of me and she, in turn, apologized for misunderstanding. I don't expect to be living here too much longer, and don't want to leave any infections behind. The enemy already is working against believers to defuse the Spirit within us.
Interesting, my head is feeling as if the pressure is releasing and the tiredness, that I often feel, is beginning to leave me. (I still may need a nap. 4:30 AM is an early start to a long day.) There is so much witchcraft these days, working now, through the spirit that operates in unsuspecting victims of a random curse. I guess the target is believers. The victims are the naive and immature.
I’m glad I proved myself, because my first reaction was to walk away, going, “See. She's nutz.” But now there is healing and forgiveness and the spirit of division is covered in the blood of Jesus that reconciles us to God first, and then to each other. Truly, I don't want to give any more to the enemy of our souls. And it might be that as an elder, I might be, maybe, possibly, held more accountable. I laugh. Yes, God avenges even my anger. That door is shut.
