Reconciliation letter to the church

We need one another.  We are created to have relationship with one another. God Himself created man to have relationship with and we being made in His image have this innate yearning to belong. The Bible calls us ministers of reconciliation.  The word reconciles means to reestablish, restoring relationship better than it was before. 2 Corinthians 5:17-21

I had a brief opportunity to restore a relationship with my mother before she passed away.  I think I grew to love her more the last month of her life than I had in my entire adult life.  So, how do we do that? How can you be restored to someone who has brought you great pain?  Here it goes, it’s profound!  “Do not count men’s sins against them.”  It is so easy to wallow in our own pain and get covered in bitterness, disgust, hate for the acts of another person. How many times have I said how could you, I would never do that.

 I become the judge and I forgot that Jesus took all judgments on the cross.

 I have repented, but I must confess it is difficult to forgive myself and I have a bitter taste left in my mouth.

I am ready to move forward now and commence with teaching children the Word of God. I have a new outlook and a fervent desire to go beyond what we have known and been taught about relationship with Christ.  I’m ready to break ground and I’m excited about the possibilities that lie within each of us.

I keep hearing a song that reminds me of the ultimate relationship with the Father. It’s by Misty Edwards

It's You and me alone God You and me alone

Here it's You and me alone God You and me alone

 

You've hedged me in with skin all around me

I'm a garden enclosed a locked garden

Life takes place behind the face.

 

So come into Your garden

Come into Your garden.

 

Here O Lord! Have I prepared a place for You!

 

I'm no longer my own I'm Your garden

 

I don't want to wasted my time living on the outside

I'm going to live from the inside out

I don't want to waste my life living on the outside

I'm going to live from the inside out

 

Remember, there’s life in the back!

Love Rhonda

 

Saturday, April 18, 2009

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