Christ_empowered
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1 Corinthians 10:13
every Christian comes to The Cross with grit and grime. I had...a lot. Thankfully, Jesus moved on my heart a tad over 8 years ago, and I got genuinely, truly saved. and now...
"he's got warrants" and "he'll be in prison" and "he really should have just killed himself," etc. etc. etc. In my case, the grit and grime involves a lot of pysc junk. Let me tell you...nothing godly about the mental health industry. I get OK, decent enough care, now, but...that alone took mighty acts of God. Its not as if they're just giving out humane mental health care to people like me, lol.
16 years ago now, I was supposed to be put in a homeless shelter...by the 'experts' at a private, for profit mental hospital. think about -that- the next time you hear people saying that the disturbed people on the streets should "be in treatment." odds are fairly good...they've already been in treatment. ugh.
OK, so my parents thankfully nixed it. I was tail end of 20, then, and I'd also gotten the HIV+ test result at that hospital. not treatment offered, no referral, and...yeah. By His grace, I am somehow healthy and normal...despite no standard treatment for HIV+. honestly, when I look at it from a Romans 8:28 perspective...awesome. I've read that the newer meds are less toxic, fewer long term problems, etc., but...it would appear I somehow don't need them, Praise God.
and now...my long suffering, loving, wonderful parents have reconciled with me, maybe moved towards full forgiveness? I mean...to whatever extent possible. I dunno.
and...people openly taunt me all over this area (small city, cluster of small towns around). "what is he doing here? he didn't -deserve- probation!," that one happened today, when I was pumping gas. I let it roll off of me, but...I've been off probation for 4 years, now. and I was sentenced over 7 years ago. true story. and...by the grace of God, I ended up with a very serious misdemeanor, not a felony. I mean, no one will hire me (no one would, anyway), but...yeah. not quite a felony.
and now...the taunting and bullying and such is intensifying. one particularly vocal set of neighbors at my parents place is moving, thank goodness. It seems they got a good deal, so good for them, too. and...
I dunno. I moved back to this general area 10 years ago, now...already wasted life, estranged from my parents, "dirty old flamer" is what the locals would call me, among other things. happens.
so, now...people openly call me a "welfare bum." true story: it happened today when I went to buy an iced coffee from a convenience store. the clerk was talking to some man, who yelled out "he has a warrant!," she was rambling about "living off the government," blah blah blah...
and then she got in the booth area and I got my drink. awesome.
i dunno. at one point, I thought I could live and be seen, but not heard and everything would be OK. I'm beginning to think...ugh..."not the way the world works," I suppose. :-(
i don't...know what to do, honestly. I do pray. I pray often. I try to be kind to my parents and hope The Lord will spare me (and them, too), yet again. sometimes, I think its all just rumors and deliberate bullying...
but who knows? and...I don't think anyone cares about me around here, except for my parents.
so...once again...please pray. thanks!
every Christian comes to The Cross with grit and grime. I had...a lot. Thankfully, Jesus moved on my heart a tad over 8 years ago, and I got genuinely, truly saved. and now...
"he's got warrants" and "he'll be in prison" and "he really should have just killed himself," etc. etc. etc. In my case, the grit and grime involves a lot of pysc junk. Let me tell you...nothing godly about the mental health industry. I get OK, decent enough care, now, but...that alone took mighty acts of God. Its not as if they're just giving out humane mental health care to people like me, lol.
16 years ago now, I was supposed to be put in a homeless shelter...by the 'experts' at a private, for profit mental hospital. think about -that- the next time you hear people saying that the disturbed people on the streets should "be in treatment." odds are fairly good...they've already been in treatment. ugh.
OK, so my parents thankfully nixed it. I was tail end of 20, then, and I'd also gotten the HIV+ test result at that hospital. not treatment offered, no referral, and...yeah. By His grace, I am somehow healthy and normal...despite no standard treatment for HIV+. honestly, when I look at it from a Romans 8:28 perspective...awesome. I've read that the newer meds are less toxic, fewer long term problems, etc., but...it would appear I somehow don't need them, Praise God.
and now...my long suffering, loving, wonderful parents have reconciled with me, maybe moved towards full forgiveness? I mean...to whatever extent possible. I dunno.
and...people openly taunt me all over this area (small city, cluster of small towns around). "what is he doing here? he didn't -deserve- probation!," that one happened today, when I was pumping gas. I let it roll off of me, but...I've been off probation for 4 years, now. and I was sentenced over 7 years ago. true story. and...by the grace of God, I ended up with a very serious misdemeanor, not a felony. I mean, no one will hire me (no one would, anyway), but...yeah. not quite a felony.
and now...the taunting and bullying and such is intensifying. one particularly vocal set of neighbors at my parents place is moving, thank goodness. It seems they got a good deal, so good for them, too. and...
I dunno. I moved back to this general area 10 years ago, now...already wasted life, estranged from my parents, "dirty old flamer" is what the locals would call me, among other things. happens.
so, now...people openly call me a "welfare bum." true story: it happened today when I went to buy an iced coffee from a convenience store. the clerk was talking to some man, who yelled out "he has a warrant!," she was rambling about "living off the government," blah blah blah...
and then she got in the booth area and I got my drink. awesome.
i dunno. at one point, I thought I could live and be seen, but not heard and everything would be OK. I'm beginning to think...ugh..."not the way the world works," I suppose. :-(
i don't...know what to do, honestly. I do pray. I pray often. I try to be kind to my parents and hope The Lord will spare me (and them, too), yet again. sometimes, I think its all just rumors and deliberate bullying...
but who knows? and...I don't think anyone cares about me around here, except for my parents.
so...once again...please pray. thanks!