Get Behind Me, Satan!

I want to take a moment and thank all of you who commented on the post Full Disclosure. Each and every one of your words have touched my heart. I had to stop and thank God. That type of unity in Christ’s love is what causes the devil to tremble in fear. 

Words have immense power. Words of criticism lead to insecurity. Whereas words of encouragement reinforce our faith.

Gracious words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. (Proverbs 16:24)

When I began this spiritual journey, I thought most opposition would come from non-Christians. Atheists, particularly. That’s not the case. The biggest challenges came from Christians with strict doctrine. Those who say “in love” things like:

  • You have no business speaking Christ’s name.
  • You need to stop doing this and that right now. No wonder you had rough experiences.

Spiritual shaming has led to a generation of Christians who are fearful and ashamed. Afraid to approach God. Afraid to speak their heart. Like meek little mice scurrying to avoid the judgement of their Christian peers.

 I really liked the comment from Kevin, “Everytime believers judge, criticize, and attack each other, they are literally crucifying Jesus Christ all over again.”

Christ knew the importance of sympathy and compassion in a world of self-righteousness and criticism.  (John 8:7)

Christ absolved us of our sin. There’s no more shame. Anyone who makes you question your worth in Christ is an enemy.

I refuse to be a fearful mouse. I’m a lion in Christ and will roar His name without shame. Cuz God did not give us a spirit of timidity. (2 Timothy 1:7)

And if anyone comes at me with petty criticisms, I will tell them the same thing Jesus said when Peter was focused on the wrong things…

Get behind me, Satan! (Matthew 16:23)

*Rae

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Full Disclosure

Christ loves us. A degenerate race of selfish entities granted eternal life by the blood of Jesus. The blood spilled because of us is the blood that was spilled for us.

I wanted to preface the post with this fundamental truth as a beautiful reminder of what matters most.

Anyway.

Several of those who follow(ed) Real as the Streets brought to my attention that I’m not a good example for Christianity.

I’m afraid that’s true.

I’m not a good example. In fact, I’m not an example at all.

I’m just a sinner with a blog and no spiritually redeeming qualities outside of my faith in Christ.

*Rae

Damn, this shit is serious.

It takes a lot to get me rattled. I love scary movies and storms… But not Irma.

Things are crazy here in South Georgia. I went to Winn-Dixie for some bottled water and they’re sold out. So are the Walmarts. Same for gasoline at the gas stations.

It’s like this in most counties in South Georgia. This is some Mad Max shit. Where water and fuel got people losing their minds.

The Governor of Georgia announced we are in a state of emergency.

Lord, help us all.

Harvey was bad. Irma is worse.

Not because of the potential damage she could cause Georgia. But because now there’s a murmur of panic in my quiet little city. Like being in a room full of propane and praying no one lights a match.

For those who aren’t affected by any hurricane, be grateful, cuz

This.

Shit.

Is.

Serious.

*Rae

MEpiphany

Due to the craziness of the start of Fall Semester, I missed my appointment with the psychiatrist.

As a result, I didn’t have a prescription waiting for me after I went through the last battle.

Note: I thought I typed bottle but during the re-read, I see I put battle. That’s even better.

I am going to get that appointment and prescription taken care of this week, though. I know I need to be on medication, because I get to the point where I can’t even stand being around my own emotionally unstable ass. >.<

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Stay Woke

Today I’m going to talk about faith and authenticity. You may have noticed my blog’s tagline: Faithfully Authentic. Two words I’ve based my life on.

The thing is, you can’t really be faithful to Christ and fully authentic to yourself. Just like you can’t be truly faithful without being utterly sincere. They’re concepts that must work together, hand-in-hand.

And the world. It will fight and try to get you to compromise one or the other.

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The House of Second Chances

Historically, special estates are given names. For example:

  • Satis House (Great Expectations, Charles Dickens)
  • Grey Gardens (Long Island home of the Bouvier Beales)
  • The White House (Home of the United States President)

Much like a boat or a child, naming something makes it unique and set apart. Now that I’ve officially been a homeowner for two months (yay!), I want to name my house.

I woke up wondering what I could call this humble abode. This place that saved me from an single room apartment on the wrong side of town.

woman and sunset with lamentations 3:25

As I was researching ideas to revamp old patio furniture and upcycle items, it came to me. My home is where I:

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Satan is Good…

This morning I was getting ready for work. A little ethnic background about yours truly: I’m mixed. If I must be reduced to colors- black and white.

And, yes, I live in the South. I could have an entire blog dedicated to being mixed in the South. However, that’s not the topic of the day as you can tell by my paradoxical blog post title.

No, ladies and gents. We’re here to discuss that sneaky snake in the grass, Satan.

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