I came to a realization last night, and also again this morning, and wanted to share it. A "confession" so to speak.
For some time now, when I am sitting alone, deep in thought, or falling asleep, my mind is flooded with images of the past. "Pictures" if you will, of where I used to live when I was younger. The "pictures" are of my street and neighborhood, of my best friend's house, etc. They are
snapshots of a period in time. They are from when I was about 17 years old, up to my early twenties. I lived at home during those years, and also in the Assembly. I left the Assembly twice during the time I was there, returning home for short periods, before moving back into the brother's houses. I finally made the "break" on my third attempt---the "great escape" if you will.
But I have wondered why my mind fills with these images--they seem to be "tied" somehow to what I am thinking about at the time. Often it is when I am thinking about my walk with the Lord. I can be thinking on a scripture verse, and a "picture" of the cul-de-sac where I used to live will fill my mind. I have wondered what the "link" is that causes these memories to fill my mind. I mean this very seriously--it has troubled me quite a bit. The pictures are crystal clear--like photos that fill my thoughts.
Last night I was thinking about the discussion on this board. I thought about my discussion with Tom Maddux, and a recent e-mail I sent him about our discussions here. I began to wonder why all of this matters
so much to me. Why do I continue to come to this board and post
so frequently? I
say it's because of my concern for others coming through the healing process, but is that really the
complete truth? Or is there something "eating at me" that I can't seem to understand or grasp? I have to admit--there were a couple of "traumatic events" that happened to me in the Assembly--one in particular, that caused me to feel the Lord had shut the door on me for good. It seems like nothing when I relate that story, but when it happened to me it felt like the
end of the world . I resigned to defeat so to speak, and "accepted" a teaching that has
haunted me ever since. It's amazing how one life event can warp a person's psyche' so strongly!! At least in my case that is true. One day, one brother's house, one event, and years of torment as a result.
Even though I remained in the brother's house, I thought it was "impossible" that I would ever enter the Inheritance--I came to a place of
truly believing this. Inwardly, I felt "useless" to God, but I decided I'd stay anyway---weird decision huh? If I couldn't make it into the Inheritance, at least I could help others get there. After I left the Assembly I named my first son Joshua with the same thought in mind--Joshua made it in the Old Testament, so if I couldn't make it into the Inheritance, at least he had a better chance!
Despite my faith, expressions of confidence in the Lord, and attempts to "move on", I have dealt with this "problem" ever since. I seem to regress back to a belief in this fearful idea that the Lord has forsaken me, or has "shut the door on me" in cycles. I will attempt to "encourage myself in the Lord", but this belief still comes back at times. There is a deadness associated with this that is hard to describe. In 2002, with the demise of the Assembly, I was filled with joy, because I
knew for sure that the system
must be false. But despite this "awakening", I have still had to deal with this fear
I cannot seem to shake. It is so deeply engrained in me that it is very difficult to bypass. It is an irrational fear I know, but it is there. I want to be completely honest about this--because it is an issue that has been at the forefront of my life ever since the disciplining I received in the Assembly many years ago. I do not "blame"
individuals for this--people make mistakes, and all is forgiven. But I have to admit, something hurt me psychologically, that triggers deep fears in me, especially when speaking of entrance into Heaven, rewards, or eternal judgment. This comes in "cycles", though the majority of the time I know it is irrational and untrue.
What I realized last night is that I speak often of not trying to find any
good in the Assembly. I say that we should be glad we
escaped, and concentrate on what is "beyond" that past, sad experience. The "pictures" that flood my mind come from that time period. I may have moved "physically" beyond it, and grown far older in years, but internally I am still "living" back then---trying to deal with a fear that
started at the same time. When I think of heaven, pictures of those streets at home flood my mind, because I would often walk them, crying out to God to please forgive me, and not "shut me out of His kingdom". It was torment and fear, and sadness, and hopelessness. In my mind I am still walking those streets I believe, because I have never fully dealt with that fear. This
must be true. I cannot deny it.
I want to confess this, and apologize to Tom and everyone else. Tom's simple question brought out an outpouring from me against the thought that anything good could come out of such a horrible place. But it is all based on MY experience, and what I suffered there so many years ago. I have come to a very serious but real conclusion: I need to
truly escape forever from that place, and truly move on for good. The only way to do that is to not post here any more , or visit this place, until I know I am truly beyond it all. I need to live in the here and now, until all of the memories make clear sense. I have to truly admit that I have been holding on to a
period of time in my life--and an irrational fear that is associated with it.
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