eatureHe’s worth <strong>the</strong> riskBY VYRONA PARKERFOR YEARS I WENT TO CHURCH, FEELinggood that I w<strong>as</strong> doing what Godwanted me to do. Over and over, Iwould <strong>as</strong>k God to show me what Hewanted of me, <strong>the</strong>n I would do what Iwanted to do believing this w<strong>as</strong> also Hiswill. Following my own wants and desires,I continued on <strong>the</strong> path I had chosen <strong>as</strong> <strong>the</strong>straight and narrow, building <strong>the</strong> relationshipwith Jesus that I longed for.I found it difficult to discuss how I feltabout Jesus, and used that <strong>as</strong> an excuse tostay in <strong>the</strong> background and not have muchto say. I finished secondary school, went onto work feeling quite pious, believing mybehaviour w<strong>as</strong> enough to witness for <strong>the</strong>Lord. I felt my relationship with God w<strong>as</strong>growing, and strong. Knowing about whatGod w<strong>as</strong> like through <strong>the</strong> story of Jesus’ lifehere on earth, I thought I had built thatrelationship with God so well.It had been hard work, but it w<strong>as</strong> worthit, for I could talk to Him anytime, aboutanything I chose to say.Then it all came cr<strong>as</strong>hing down whenwithin two years I lost <strong>the</strong> two people in myfamily who were closest to me. My bro<strong>the</strong>rw<strong>as</strong> killed in a car accident and my mumdied <strong>as</strong> a result of bre<strong>as</strong>t cancer after a fiveyearstruggle. My faith in God wavered,sliding downward quickly to a big zero. Ilost <strong>the</strong> joy of fellowshipping with churchmembers, and talking to God in prayerbecame a chore. Praising Him seemedbl<strong>as</strong>phemous, seeing I had trouble evenbelieving He cared.I went into autopilot, doing what had tobe done without thinking, and just existing.I stopped studying <strong>the</strong> Bible <strong>as</strong> I couldn’tconcentrate enough to even take in a verseof <strong>the</strong> Bible, and existed by covering up mytrue feelings toward God by relying onwhat I had learned and my knowledge of<strong>the</strong> Bible from childhood days. There weredays when I wished with all my heart Ididn’t have to go to church, and I wouldn’thave gone if I’d had nothing to do.Because I had lost <strong>the</strong> relationship Ithought I had with God I had nowhere toturn. I felt at a loss <strong>as</strong> to what to do andwhere to go. God w<strong>as</strong> not part of my lifenow and <strong>the</strong>re w<strong>as</strong> no feeling between us.I wrote and wrote poetry trying to workout where my life w<strong>as</strong> going. I still pretendedto have a relationship with Godwhen I w<strong>as</strong> with friends and acquaintances,and when I went to a small group,I <strong>as</strong>ked questions trying to find <strong>the</strong> answersto my questions.Over and over, I tried to work out how Icould regain my faith. I couldn’t read myBible, but still I tried. Nothing stayed in mymind. I began to feel depressed, and deathseemed a ple<strong>as</strong>ant thought. Often, I wouldthink of different ways to forget <strong>the</strong> pain Ifelt. On <strong>the</strong> outside, I learned quickly howto put <strong>the</strong> face on so people wouldn’t <strong>as</strong>kquestions. I felt no-one understood orcared. All I could think of w<strong>as</strong> how nice itwould be to be dead. I did <strong>the</strong> right things,in my thinking, and I just went to churchwith an invisible cloak around me so Iwouldn’t get hurt again.Even though I didn’t think God w<strong>as</strong> inmy life, He w<strong>as</strong> <strong>the</strong>re. As <strong>the</strong> monthsrolled on, I felt mummified, but God keptworking for me. I needed someone to offloadall my pain, hurt and despair. He sent<strong>the</strong> unlikeliest person I could ever think of,a person who I had little time for because ofwhat I had chosen to believe about him. Inmy state of uncertainty, I had listened tothis gossip, and believed it. I sent letters to<strong>the</strong> “powers that be” to stop him frombeing appointed <strong>as</strong> my church p<strong>as</strong>tor. I eventried to pray him away. I told <strong>the</strong>m itcouldn’t be God’s will that he come, all tono avail. He w<strong>as</strong> to be our minister. Idreaded having to meet him.Then a godly woman said to me thatmaybe God had a plan for this man. Sheencouraged me to have an open mind. Iagain covered up my feelings and let peoplethink that I had accepted this dis<strong>as</strong>ter. Iwent about doing “good” in <strong>the</strong> sight ofo<strong>the</strong>rs, attending meetings, playing musicfor church, and b<strong>as</strong>ically being a falseChristian.At our small-group meetings, we studied<strong>the</strong> Bible by reading a chapter a week. Wehad a little discussion and <strong>the</strong>n had prayer.My “new” p<strong>as</strong>tor spoke to me after onemeeting and told me I needed a relationshipwith God from my heart. I w<strong>as</strong>0December 17, 2005
December 17, 2005 11shocked that he could see through me so quickly, but when Ithought about it for a little while, I had to admit that I hadn’t feltanything for God for a long time.Slowly, with <strong>the</strong> help of my new-found friend, he showed methrough <strong>the</strong> Word and by example what God meant to him. Hetold me that his job w<strong>as</strong> to introduce His friend Jesus to me so Iwould get to know <strong>the</strong> Fa<strong>the</strong>r and could introduce my friend Jesusto o<strong>the</strong>rs, thus doing what God commissioned us to do, to spread<strong>the</strong> gospel.During this time, I w<strong>as</strong> also healing, learning why I felt so muchdespair. Times of depression continued, but all through this timeI had <strong>the</strong> re<strong>as</strong>surance that God w<strong>as</strong> with me, even when I couldn’tfeel His presence. He felt so far away, that sometimes I wouldcry out to Him, pleading with Him to walk with me. Each timeI went through this deep depression, I wondered if I would everlaugh again. I couldn’t find any joy in life, but had become so goodat acting, I w<strong>as</strong> able to fool most people.I w<strong>as</strong> given hope again, and introduced to <strong>the</strong> God of love thatI had only thought I’d known. I began seeing God’s face in mymind when I talked to Him, and often I would reflect on an imageI had in my mind of Jesus dying on <strong>the</strong> cross for me. We wouldspend time talking of Jesus and His love for me, and often I wouldbe in tears thinking about His sacrifice. I began to feel a warm glowwhen I spent thistime with Jesus.God never left me,even when I thoughtHe w<strong>as</strong>n’t <strong>the</strong>re.Prayer againbecame part ofmy relationshipwith and searchfor God. I beganto look forwardto talking to God,and <strong>as</strong> I went tochurch, I found it w<strong>as</strong>n’t so hard to concentrate.God never left me, even when I thought He w<strong>as</strong>n’t <strong>the</strong>re and,looking back, I feel streng<strong>the</strong>ned to know I w<strong>as</strong> able to get throughthis time of darkness with <strong>the</strong> help of God’s leading, and <strong>the</strong> acceptanceand love of friends.Today, I am part of a group that h<strong>as</strong> planted a new church in myarea. It is a church with a difference, and h<strong>as</strong> a plan to meet peoplewhere <strong>the</strong>y are without judgment, introduce <strong>the</strong>m to Jesus and inturn, show <strong>the</strong>m how to bring <strong>the</strong>ir friends to Him so <strong>the</strong>y can bedisciples too. My greatest joy is working with this group to revealGod’s love by showing o<strong>the</strong>rs what God h<strong>as</strong> done in my life. Yes,God does know <strong>the</strong> end from <strong>the</strong> beginning and He also knewwhat He w<strong>as</strong> doing in my life.I can now say God is worth trusting, for He only ever had mybest interest at heart. He h<strong>as</strong> proved His love for me and His abilityto take control of my life and, because of this, contentment andpeace follow. He even sent to me a p<strong>as</strong>tor I didn’t want, a p<strong>as</strong>torwho made <strong>the</strong> difference because he w<strong>as</strong> willing to be different.He h<strong>as</strong> reminded me that, despite my fears, God is worth <strong>the</strong>risk! RVyrona Parker writes from Nairne, South Australia.Fill in <strong>the</strong> Blanksfeature<strong>Record</strong> Roo'skids cornerHi kids,Have you ever beenhungry? God wants us tooffer help and show His love to<strong>the</strong> poor ecord and hungry. Roo'sGod evenused <strong>the</strong> prophet kids corner Elijah tohelp a widow and her son.Find out how by reading1 Kings 17:8-16RR"Help each o<strong>the</strong>r with your troubles. When you dothis, you truly obey <strong>the</strong> law of Christ. ”Galatians 6:2 ICBCount on Jesus...There is onlyone Jesus -but not in thispuzzle! Startingwith <strong>the</strong> letter Jevery time,move ei<strong>the</strong>rhorizontally,vertically ordiagonally tofind <strong>the</strong> numberof times Jesuscan be found.EUSUSSJSSUJEJESESUSEColour in...SUSEJ<strong>the</strong> Widow giving Elijah<strong>the</strong> l<strong>as</strong>t of her food.Peta Taylor, Shelli Taylor