Two things about me that are seemingly controversial are that I am a Christian and I LOVE Prince a.k.a. the artist formally known as Prince, a.k.a. a weird sign that is a gesture in which he is “sticking it to the man”. Yes, this weirdo who is a musical genius is also a love of mine. He penned a song titled “Controversy” and that is where I find my inspiration today.
The other day I sat with an old friend and she was sharing about her week at a ministers conference. She talked about her enthusiasm of hearing a woman speaker who was also a former educator. This woman went on about how A.D.D. and other medical issues are not in fact medical issues but spiritual issues. There is a “spirit” that needs to be prayed out. My friend was appalled and I however was not shocked. I have sat through many a sermon where by a pastor “educates” people on hate a.k.a. “spirits”. I can’t help but to wonder, what have we become?
Upon leaving that meeting I haven’t been able to shake this blog. Controversy. I have written this in my sleep. Controversy. The controversy is this: Why do we belittle others, name call, cast stones, name spirits, ect. when Gods call is for us to love without judgement and without strings attached to that love? Why also do we label and condemn other believers?
I have a neurological disorder that is unexplained. There are times when I am using my hands to give people money I want to explain to them that I’m not crazy, on drugs, or nervous, instead I just try to pretend that I don’t shake. How terrible is it for people who are walking around with disorders like A.D.D. to have people, Christians, preaching that it is just a spirit issue in them. I would hate to have someone preach about my disorder claiming it’s a “spirit”. I can’t control my shaky hands likewise the kids who used to be in my class couldn’t control their random twitchiness. It maddens me that there are teachers, pastors, and speakers trying to produce fruit but casting away fruit because it might need extra love.
“Love Story” by Nicole Nordeman paints a beautiful picture of Jesus as an art therapist. Jesus finds us in our dumpster and hands us a clean canvas to paint our pain, our past, our regrets. We hand him our hearts on that canvas and he replaces it with truth. He remakes us into what He sees, not what the world sees or says about us. Jesus sees the heart. My shaky hand types this and knows that I am His. I am not a “spirit” that needs to be “prayed out”.
As I pour out my heart about this controversy I want to know your thoughts. Are we whole as Christ made us or are we full of “spirits” that God needs to cleanse before he can really see us?