I'm really disappointed with some people. One moment, I place great hopes on a person, the next moment, he/she just spits at me right in the face. Really wish to scold them, but I know I must be patient.
Being a leader is tiresome. Really feel like a parent, taking care of God's kids some of whom consistently behave as if God wasn't their Father. They neither fear God nor His appointed authority. I don't mean to sound religious, but such descriptions reflect the fire in my heart. I wish I could explain it all in a relational language free of "holy" jargon, but I'm stuck trying. May God blast you guys, not that you'll die, but that you'll learn (I wish I could've ended this sentence at "guys", but then I'll sound like a terrorist).
Or maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm too judgemental, or maybe I'm blinded by rage. But I recognise rebellion by the smell of it. You see, it's difficult. But it's okay. Jesus was gentle, so will I learn to be. (I'll take back the "God blast you" part).
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