MY PERSONAL TEMPER TANTRUM
By Donna Wasson
November 7, 2015
It's been a few weeks since I've written anything, mainly because I've been really bummed and discouraged. As many of you know, there were several prophetic events that converged in September and many Christians, myself included, were excited to see what might happen that would portend the rapture of the Bride. When October 1st dawned with no overt changes of note, those of us who had gotten our hopes up were disappointed.
I can already hear what's coming, so don't accuse me of date-setting and don't throw the worn-out verse about how 'no man knows the day or the hour' at me. Please. As far as I know, nobody was predicting the rapture would happen last month. We were just excited about the signs in the heavens, as well as political world events pointing us to the soon coming of Christ.
Let me point out that just because no huge event occurred that we know of, doesn't mean that battles in the heavenlies weren't fought and won. We don't really know what was accomplished in the spiritual realm in September.
I'm just gonna go ahead and say what's on my heart, which is what many of you are thinking anyway; I've been plum angry at God! I'm mad that we're still here. I'm hacked off that His plans for these last days seem to be moving at the speed of molasses flowing uphill. I'm peeved that He seems to be holding off coming for His Bride to give more people time to turn to Him. After all, we know it's not His will that ANY should perish.
But you know what? It doesn't matter how long God tarries, there will ALWAYS be those who refuse to accept His offer of salvation, so why not cut to the chase and get us out of here now?! Quite frankly, the Bride is sick of the increasing, suffocating satanic darkness covering this earth.
We're worn out by the never ending corruption of our 'leaders' in Washington, where no one is ever held to account. We're insulted as we watch the presidential election theatre of the absurd. We're tired hearing about fellow Christians in other countries being slaughtered, and terrified as we watch that same persecution steadily marching toward our shores. Enough of the injustice. Enough of the suffering. Enough of the tears and pain and cruelty and lies. Enough already!
Yesiree, I've been beyond frustrated, disappointed, and angry at the Lord. And He's been gracious enough to allow me to pitch my little tantrum and wear myself out. It occurred to me a couple of days ago how silly my indignation towards God was. To be blunt, I really don't think He cares if I'm mad at Him or not. Come to think of it, He didn't ask my opinion on how to run the universe, nor did He check to see if I agreed with His timetable for these last days.
This isn't the first time I've directed my rage towards God, and it probably won't be the last. Don't be flinging some self-righteous blather at me about how I have no right to question God; you do it too, and you know it! However, you'd think I would have learned by now that my anger doesn't move Him. Not one little bit.
I can picture the Father sitting back on His throne, arms folded, head cocked to one side, a whisper of a smile on His face, watching and waiting patiently for me to wear myself out. As I inch closer to that point of emotional exhaustion, the question God asked Job always comes to mind. "Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding." Job 38:4 (KJV) Yeah, yeah, OK. I was nowhere. Point taken.
So as always, with a heavy sigh of resignation, I bent my knee in submission and repented. Why am I telling you all this? Well, I'm about as average as they come. I'm about the same height, weight, coloring and shoe size of the average American woman, as evidenced by the fact that most of the time, the size of clothes or shoes I might need usually sell out first. So if I'm feeling this way, I have every idea many of you are as well.
The Lord reminded me that HIS priorities are not my priorities. His ways are not my ways and His thoughts are not my thoughts. My focus is pretty myopic. I want to go home to heaven. NOW! I hate this life and pretty much everything about it. This world is not my home, and I feel out of place.
But my whims and wishes are not God's first concern. Don't get me wrong—He loves us passionately and tenderly as the Father He is, but that goes for ALL of us; not just those who are saved. He loves the most vile, rabid ISIS murdering freak as much as He loves me, and grieves at the thought of them perishing. He even loves…*gasp!* the Hildabeast! I know, I know, it's difficullt to comprehend, but it's true.
God's first priority is to gather as many of His little, lost lambs into the fold before He pours out His wrath on those who rebelliously refuse Him. When you truly love someone, what is important to them should also be important to you, so our focus in these last days should change from just watching and waiting for His return. We need to busy ourselves with the work He left us to do. "And He said unto them, 'Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.'" Mark 16:15 (KJV)
Besides, what's the alternative? What other real choice do we have? Get miffed, turn our back on the Lord and start living like hellions, just because His timing isn't our timing? Should we start doubting and scoffing at the thought that His return really is near? As much as we want to leave this miserable planet, this whole story ain't about us. It's all about HIM and HIS plan.
Jesus had a whole lot of 'disciples' following him. John 6:22-65 recounts some difficult to understand teaching He gave His followers. He explained to them that He was the bread of life, and they needed to eat of that bread. Verse 53 says "Then Jesus said unto them, 'Verily, verily, I say unto you, except ye eat the flesh of the Son of man, and drink His blood, ye have no life in you.'"
Needless to say, that freaked them out! They thought He expected them to resort to cannibalism, when He was speaking metaphorically. They were unable to understand what He meant because their spirits weren't receptive. John 6:66-69 tells us what happened next. "From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with Him. Then said Jesus unto the twelve, 'Will ye also go away?' Then Simon Peter answered Him, 'Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life. And we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the Son of the living God.'"
We're in the same situation today. Sometimes, what the Lord says and does is hard for us to accept. Sometimes, we just plain don't like the way He runs this universe. Sometimes, people who are disappointed in God decide to 'walk no more with Him.' Truth be told, during these difficult days, we need to remember that we are but dust, with very limited perception or understanding of the big picture.
We don't have all the information He has. Even if we did, we STILL wouldn't be able to orchestrate and design this end-time symphony of events with the precision, skill and beauty as He is doing. It'll only be when we get home that all this stuff will make sense. Just because we don't 'get it' now doesn't mean He's wrong. It simply means we don't get it, so we need to trust Him and keep on walking.
I'm with Peter: Where else are we gonna go? I mean, seriously. The Lord is the only source of life and hope we have. There are NO better offers out there to choose from! Everything else leads to death. Nah, I might get antsy and impatient, but I'm in this for the duration. I know that I know, that He IS coming. He HAS to, because He's not a man that He should lie.
I'm going to keep on spreading the good news of His free salvation until He snatches us home, or I get hit by a bus. Until then, I'll hang onto what He promised us. "Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." John 14:1-3 (KJV)
Still…come quickly, Lord Jesus
© 2015 Donna Wasson - All Rights Reserved
Donna, a sinner saved by grace,
awaiting her Bridegroom. A married mom, Hospice RN and owner of 2 dogs,
1 obese cat and a bearded dragon. Beware! She is unabashedly politically
INcorrect and unafraid to speak the truth!