I often find that when my faith comes to clash with my family I am always put on the defensive. They jump down my throat and attack me. They tease me with blasphemous songs and crude and often intellectually slips hod jokes. When I am silent they think I am unwilling or beaten by their questions. They accuse me of bad etiquette despite their ad hominid and badgering. I dare not repay them with evil. When I arguever though they think I am pulling things from thin air like a magician. Yet they spread lies and misinformation like a disease.
They know I am transformed yet refuse to see Christ as the root of the transformation. Perhaps they think I am just acting as if I am holier than thou. I pray I don't give that I pressing to anyone.
The spirit often moves me when I don't know what to do. It tells me at times to be silent and reminds me the pain and mocking will not be forever. It compelling me to learn and fight against what tempts me. It compelling me to pray for them. Oh how I pray they can one day see the light.
I wish I knew how I could show them the truth of Christianity. I wonder am I coward?
They know I am transformed yet refuse to see Christ as the root of the transformation. Perhaps they think I am just acting as if I am holier than thou. I pray I don't give that I pressing to anyone.
The spirit often moves me when I don't know what to do. It tells me at times to be silent and reminds me the pain and mocking will not be forever. It compelling me to learn and fight against what tempts me. It compelling me to pray for them. Oh how I pray they can one day see the light.
I wish I knew how I could show them the truth of Christianity. I wonder am I coward?
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