Years ago, I was in a church that said for imperfect people and with my imperfect behavior I entered. At the time the pastor was suffering some level of disappointments he called injustice. I was going through my own private hell, as well. So, I liked this guy in a platonic way (he had a family), unknown to me I didn’t realize that we behaved in the same way. So, I defended his family, I didn’t realize that it took a fox to recognize a fox.
He was a car deals man in America but was heavily anointed and pretended to be nothing. I wondered why we agreed on everything. The day I failed my English the sky turns red orange when we prayed. An odd occurrence, he used up all his money on mission and in his hour of need in another European country, he got nothing instead and claimed the church there was a hard ground. Of course, I agreed with him, I was going through the same thing two years sleepless night with prejudice and bias on my result. So, he left the EU nation bitterly and I left as well in the same manner. Looking back, I realize we both on trial and we just did not know it. I have been in and out of many waters it seems I’m getting used to this game. God allowed it to deepen our strength in him and myself. If we believe God is unjust, he will suffer unjustly, and only unjust people would come to us. This pastor returns to America AND months after another American came who stayed for 6 months and left thereafter and while I left, I heard another person from the UK a woman came but left after the pandemic. Since then, none had gone to this atheist nation. So, it seemed the preacher got his justice for what was done to him and his family, but where was the mercy for the lost souls there. Reading John 9: 1- 4, we see a man having no fault born blind from birth. I realize this problem the pastor had was not his doing as the man born blind but because the works of God had to be made manifest in him. Sometimes, God had to break us, so we can dig deeper to win souls. We sometimes suffer so Gods work would be done in us.
