God is in Control. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful – or where you’ve always wanted to be. You will be grateful to God that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted.
It’s like seeing a beautiful garment from a distance of 1 inch. We will see (if at all) a myriad of senseless interconnection of threads of various colors and then question the intelligence and aesthetics of the designer and mutter “This is a total waste, doesn’t make sense”, but in the eyes of the Grand Weaver, the threads of our lives are in perfect sync, harmony and beauty. In the eternal pastures, as we sit with our Father, we will look and be awed that even when we were in our most hopeless situations, it was a part of a Grand Design.
An interesting insight into what may have been…
By Danny Hotea
As was my custom, I rose early that day to pay homage to the gods by prayers and burnt offerings. To which I vowed my obedience on that fateful morning, I cannot now remember. There were so many. Leaving the place of worship, I endeavored to sit quietly and read the creeds of Rome as written by the emperor himself. It was my duty not only as a centurion, but as a Roman citizen, to understand the purpose of almighty Caesar and Rome. However, just as I began pouring over the open scroll, a nameless messenger came panting with word from Pontius Pilate, governor of Judea, ordering my garrison to his palace immediately. I arrived with three hundred men as if by flight. The sun had hardly risen, and the air held an unseen weight, as if to distinguish this day from all others. The men, all clad in leather and metal with swords swaying from their belts and spears stabbing at the sky in protest of their unusually early arousal, wobbled restlessly in rigid formation, awaiting my command. The sound of spiked sandals scraping he stone palace floor echoed down the long, stone hallway adding tension to mystery. They undoubtedly supposed that I knew the reason for it all. But I didn’t—until another messenger came with another scroll describing our purpose exactly. Jerusalem was a place known for its concentrated reserve of mindless zealots. And I had experience in stamping out the feeble efforts of disorderly vagrants and disorganized militias meant to unshackle the Jews from Rome’s iron grip. One in particular came to mind as I read the final sentence of that day’s orders. It was the most recent and pathetic uprising. A small army of poorly armed religious rebels managed to assassinate an insignificant gatekeeper in the governor’s palace. The idea that a handful of superstitious peasants could overthrow Rome was ridiculous and, if it weren’t so sad, it would be laughable. Their leader had been a thin, sweaty man with hardly any beard, balding head and shifting eyes. A Jew. A brainless dreamer suffering from resentment. His name was Barabbas. He was hardly a match for Rome. I caught him in the streets attempting to hide beneath a vendor’s blankets after his pitiful militia had been butchered and left for the dogs. I was his judge and jury. And since only Romans have the right to a trial, I stuffed him in a smaller-than- sual cell after the garrison had their day’s exercise of beating him with rods and slapping him with gloved fists. That day had another experience for me altogether. As we pushed our way into the Praetorium hauling the scourged offender to the platform, where another Man stood, the mob sang out in a chorus of hatred, “Crucify Him!” The governor addressed the riotous masses with careful words, offering them a choice between the bloodied and uncondemned Man now occupying the platform with him, or the pathetic zealot, Barabbas, who had failed an attempt to destroy Rome. Immediately they sent out blood-curdling screams consenting to he murder of the One and the release of the other. It was apparent, by their screams, that this Man had not offended Rome. He had offended the Jews. A messenger interrupted the procedure, which was doubtlessly an urgent matter, after which I was signalled to bring Him into the governor’s inner court. The conversation that took place proved this Man’s character. He spoke only when questioned and claimed that the governor’s authority was given to him by the Offender’s Father, which made little sense to me at the time. When He said He was a King, I wondered whether Barabbas, the sweaty zealot, had similar thoughts. But, all in all, this Man had authority incomparable to any I had seen before. This fact was startling considering I had seen the Caesar and all his delegates more often than Pontius himself. What seemed like moments later, my garrison had elbowed their way through the riotous crowds to the place of execution, hauling two offenders of Rome and One offender of the Jews.
Bitterness is a spirit that disturbs many believers besides being a sin. Bitterness is a mixture of disappointment, anger, and fear. Remember, anger graduates to bitterness if you don’t deal with it accordingly. By forgiving and letting go
In fact, Ephesians 4:26 states that, “In your anger do not sin.” “Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry.” As believers, we must bear in mind that anger has a timeline; your anger shouldn’t exceed 12 hours.
Furthermore, bitterness makes you bitter instead of better and eventually leads to unforgiveness. What most of us are unaware of is that bitterness blocks the breakthrough to our destiny. Before you allow bitterness to control you, here’s what you need to keep in mind.
- Bitterness is sin
- When you deliberately fail to talk to someone you have no part in God’s kingdom
- Bitterness is unforgiveness fermented
- The more you hold on to past hurts, the more you become “drunk” on your pain
- The devil uses anger to attack many
- God can’t draw near a bitter person
- To overcome bitterness, you must: forgive, stop dwelling there, and stop retelling
- Bitterness blocks your physical and spiritual life; you’ll stagnate physically and spiritually. It’s no wonder many are worsening spiritually and physically
- When you’re bitter, you can’t have breakthrough even in prayer
- Bitterness creates space for the enemy
- Bitterness is satan’s altar in your life-an altar is a point of contact. Therefore, when you’re about to rise financially, the enemy stands against you
- This sin entangles easily similar to sins like lies and gossip
- When you allow bitterness to take root in your life, you won’t succeed at any time because you’re limited
- Bitterness is what’s “eating” many up
- Bitterness holds you back
- It’s like an acid that destroys its container; whatever you try fails
- A bitter person holds grudges
The Results of Bitterness
- It causes anger
- Its causes hatred
- It makes you spiritually cold
- You want to see others suffer
- You engage in ungodly things
- Bitterness damages friendships; families
- It hinders your relationship with God
- It opens the door to the enemy so he can afflict you
- It can cause physical and mental illness
- It makes you go against God’s Word
- You fall short of God’s glory
- Before God you’re unholy when you’re bitter; before men, you lack peace
Have you allowed bitterness to dominate your life? Learn to forgive. Live holy!
Heb 12:14-15 bitter person is unholy and defile others….
God bless you
It is easy to trust God when the bush is burning, the waters are parting and the mountains are shaking – it’s those silent years that are discouraging. But blessed is the person who does not interpret the silence of God as the indifference of God! It’s in the desert and not in the palace that God finds out the depths of our yieldedness. It’s when He’s silent, not when He speaks, that our faith is precious in His sight.