God Heals the Wounded – Hurt at Church

God Heals the Wounded – Hurt at Church

God Heals the Wounded – Hurt at Church God heals the wounded. He changes hearts. When you’re not expecting Him, He rescues you. My name is Gary Wood. For fifteen… God Heals the Wounded – Hurt at Church God heals the wounded. He changes hearts. When you’re not expecting Him, He rescues you. My name is Gary Wood. For fifteen years I lived with a cynical heart. I loved God and had been hurt by people whom I had loved in Church. I was verbally and viscously attacked. Others sat on their hands and did nothing from fear of the ones attacking. There had been a vote on a new pastor. I made a mistake. I tried to sooth the situation by saying that I believed that whatever happened, whichever way the vote went would be God’s will. The side that lost did not agree. Two weeks later after a Sunday night service the attack came. My response to the attack was wrong. My wife and I tried going to other churches, but trust was gone. I would see people at the church that reminded me of the people who attacked me. All the smiles seemed fake and insincere. I became cynical. I stopped consistently attending and participating in a Church. Ultimately, I am to blame for my condition. How

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Getting This off My Chest

Getting This off My Chest

Getting This off My Chest I guess I should get this off my chest. I have been wanting to say this, but I haven’t been able to get the strength… Getting This off My Chest I guess I should get this off my chest. I have been wanting to say this, but I haven’t been able to get the strength to stand in front of people to tell it. I don’t know where to start, but I guess I’ll start from when I was 10. My uncle had just recently died, and I blamed God for taking him. I blamed him for what he did. Why would he take him away from my 5-year-old cousin, and especially take him away from my cousin who has Down syndrome? That day, when I heard he died, I lost my faith. I didn’t want to be associated with God anymore. I could care less that he does all he does, he doesn’t take family away from me. Those days were the worst of my life. I started doing horribly in school and didn’t make many friends and lost a few too. My only true friend that I knew was God, but I lost him, too. I didn’t have my brother or sister to turn to because they are 11 and 12 years older

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