Friday, November 9, 2012

Messages from the Flock: A Word from an Anonymous Lamb

     Sorry, about not having a post up last night, I was very busy here at school. I must warn you that today's post is slightly graphic, but because it is someones testimony about God and His forgiving grace I feel an obligation to share it. Even the scariest story must be shared if it will show Gods love. Sometimes even the most extreme tales convey the message better. Maybe someday I will share my story, but until that day, I hope you enjoy this next installment...

This is A Word from an Anonymous Lamb...


     I, like everybody else, have baggage that I don’t show on the outside. I’ve lived a life full of pain, and I’ve overcome it in unhealthy ways. Like a bad stitch on a wound, the blood still seeps out, and I’ve got bigger scars than I need to. I suppose I should start with my story. My testimony.  My first true friend was made in late grade school. Fifth grade, it was. In seventh grade, he betrayed my trust and used all that I had ever told him to mercilessly bully me, in order to fit in with the cool kids. It lasted for quite a while, until I made myself numb. I refused to feel anything, and since then, I’ve never trusted anybody with any sort of depth. I made a few other friends after that, but never got close to anybody else. Perhaps a reasonable reaction, but it meant I went through middle and high school with nobody to talk to. I dealt with all of the stress and hormones and ugliness of life all by myself. I felt incredibly lonely and got involved with porn. That struggle is something I still haven’t completely recovered from. Everything I ever looked at only made me feel worse. Loneliness quickly evolved into absolute self-loathing.
I became more withdrawn and quiet. Depression was a serious issue, but I can’t stand sadness. I didn’t want to feel sad all the time, so I turned into something else. Hate. I overcame sadness with hate. It made sense to me. I discovered that if you learn to hate a person with every fiber of your being, they can’t hurt you. I didn’t feel loved by ANYBODY though, so I grew to hate EVERYBODY. No girl would look at me twice, unless it was to tease me. So I grew to be bitter and hateful toward women. I had no close friends and trust issues that prevented me from making any. So that pretty much covered everybody else. I hid it all of course. Nobody was the wiser. On the outside, I’ve always been quiet, respectful, church boy. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. But that wasn’t me. I was quiet because I was seething. Respectful so I didn’t have to deal with people. Wouldn’t hurt a fly was just wrong. A gerbil bit me once, and in anger, I snapped its neck with my bare hands. Typing that sentence, I can still see its eyes staring up at me. It doesn’t sound too bad, but there’s something about killing in cold blood, and watching life drain out of something’s eyes. It just doesn’t leave you alone.
This all brings me to my topic. Hatred, people, is a virus. It comes in through a wound that isn’t healed, and not properly cared for. From there, it goes to your heart and anchors there. It rests, small at first, at the center of your soul. But it multiplies quickly, and before you can react, it spreads to every part of you, and takes over. It’s dark. I don’t know how to describe the sort of darkness that comes with hate, unless you yourself have been there. It’s inside. You can still function just fine. You see the same as everybody else, and you can even tell lighthearted jokes. But inside, there’s a raging fire burning. All this doesn’t even replace depression, by the way. It’s still there. You still feel alone and unloved. The hatred only serves to give you hopelessness. It makes you feel not just that you’re unloved, but that you’ll NEVER be loved. Then it reminds you of how hateful you are and uses that to convince you of your worthlessness.
I wish this were a testimony with reconciliation at the end. I’d love to tell you how to fix yourself, but I cannot. God can though. He offers forgiveness and redemption to all who seek after him. So seek him. Go do it. Dig and dig and don’t stop. Don’t settle. That’s the only advice that I can give, and it’s tough advice. I don’t even follow it very well. I still struggle with trust and with bitterness and hate. In fact, I’m going to great lengths to be anonymous, because I’ve never shared ANY of this before. I’m far too afraid to say any of this publically. I still often feel as though I’ll never be loved. I question whether or not God even exists sometimes. If you want to pull a lesson out of here, it’s that being the lonely, bitter person only LOOKS like a good idea. In reality, human beings are wired for interaction with each other. Not EVERYBODY sucks. We NEED fellowship and trust. If you deny yourself that, it corrodes your soul. Talk to people. Put yourself out there. Both science and God agree with each other on that point. Fellowship is important. Forgiveness is important. And most important is love. God’s greatest commandment. It’s the opposite of hate. When you live in hate, you’re as far away from God as you can ever be, and that is a dark, dark place. 

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