[Editor’s Note: Man’s idea of what the christian religion is will always leave people saying, “I felt judged.” We’re supposed to testify to God’s standards not our own. There is a christian social class in this country and to be in it, you have to keep up with all the social standards. Christ in not in it but at least you’ll be accepted by man. You’ll live under the fear of man and his expectations. You’ll spend your time, money, energy and resources living up to unspiritual moral ethics. Better to be known of Christ, be His workmanship, live according to His graces and persevere in the faith than to find in the end He never knew us. Matt. 7:21-23
What is taught here is applicable to all of the Christian woman’s life. Everyone should give it a read.]
“Don’t take this wrong, but we prayed before our children were born, and all of them were born healthy.”
I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to take that. We had just told a new acquaintance that our infant son, Paul, had died several years earlier, after we had already grieved three difficult miscarriages. I felt judged. According to this person speaking to me, Paul’s death and my miscarriages were easily preventable. It was simple. We hadn’t prayed enough. We had neglected to do our part. In short, we were to blame.
This attitude wasn’t new to me. I had felt this mixture of judgment and pressure from the day I learned of Paul’s heart problem four months into the pregnancy. Concerned friends had rallied around, assuring me of healing for my unborn son. “Pray, believing you will receive,” they urged from James 5, “and he will be healed.”
So I prayed. I fasted. I recited set prayers. I read books on healing. I asked friends to pray. I begged God. I did everything I knew to do.
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