傷痕累累
比爾-尤恩特 BILL YOUNT
日期:2022年3月23日
翻譯:Kate
原文來源:以利亞名單
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我聽到戰場上的呼喊......又有士兵倒下了!你能聽到嗎?你能聽到它嗎?還是你自己的傷口在你的同伴們的傷口上尖叫著要求釋放?我從來沒有在基督的身體裡經歷過這樣一個受傷的時期--許多勝利的旗幟已經倒下。
最近,一位退伍軍人與我分享了關於在戰爭中有關受傷的令人震驚的見解。他說:"戰鬥中一位受傷的士兵需要四或五位兵來照顧。但,如果一位士兵被殺,只需要兩人就能把他裝進屍袋。"
聽到這句話,我相信魔鬼從我們長期受傷的生活中得到的扭曲的快樂比試圖殺死我們更多。
傷口和墳墓並存
我想起了那個住在墳墓中的人,他不斷地打破那些不能接納他的鎖鏈。"墳墓"這個詞的原意是 "記憶 "或 "回憶"。他的記憶摧毀他。
我想知道,那第一個傷害人的記憶是什麼,使他一點一點地開始走向墳墓?是說了一句難聽的話,還是他的想像力誤讀了別人的讚美?他是否無意中聽到有人說:"他永遠不會有什麼成就?" 他是那個有著無人相信的虐待故事的孩子嗎?敵人是否以某種方式知道這個孩子生來就有如此聰明的頭腦,他將改變他國家的歷史?
我的心向這人和每一個被過去的記憶所束縛的沮喪和折磨的人表示同情。當耶穌問他的名字時,他說:"我的名字叫Legion"。軍團(Legion)的意思是'群/眾人'。也許他是在說:"我被許多聲音叫了許多的名字,我不知道我是誰。我已經失去了我的身份。"
耶穌說話了,鏈子斷了,他在他的創造者基督裡找到了自己的身份。不再有枷鎖!他自由了!他想跟隨耶穌,可能想把他的見證告訴全世界。但耶穌出人意料地讓他回家,告訴他主為他做了多麼偉大的事物。這證明這人曾經是正常的,與那個村莊的家庭和人們生活在一起。換句話說,回家去,在你被拒絕和受傷的地方開始,向他們展示所發生的事物,愛他們。不再有枷鎖!
據我所知,這人從未離開過家鄉,去講述耶穌所行的最大的神蹟之一。但祂大能的解救通過上帝的話語刻進了歷史,讓後世的人聽到。耶穌從海的另一邊穿過大風暴,一路來到這人的身邊。而祂今天也能來到你所在的地方。如果需要的話,祂將穿過地獄。快把你的傷痛帶到主面前,讓祂的醫治之手觸摸你。
迅速饒恕
我永遠不會忘記我那健康的兄弟,他得了絕症。醫生告訴他,他們認為他的病大約在三年前開始。他們問他。"迪克,約三年前,在你生活中有沒有發生過什麼事物,似乎把你打倒了?"
我哥哥告訴我:"醫生們說得很對。正好是三年前,一個鄰居冒犯了我,我無法擺脫這種傷害。我是對的,他是錯的。如果想到那個人,我就無法入睡。這使得食物的味道變得不對了。鄰居沒有意識到這種冒犯,繼續生活,沒有受到傷害。"
我哥哥最後饒恕了那個鄰居,但是不饒恕已經從裡到外吞噬了他。它奪走了他39歲的生命。傷口可以從一個你最不期望的人的小分歧或不友善的話開始。然後它發酵成一種冒犯,如果不加以處理,就會成為一種帶來緩慢死亡的傷口。如果我哥哥還活著,我想他今天會宣講一個信息。"趕快饒恕,請饒恕,這不值得!" 不要讓另一個受傷的士兵死去。
WALKING WOUNDED
BILL YOUNT, HAGERSTOWN, MD
2022.3.23
I hear a cry from the battlefield... another soldier down! Can you hear it? Or is your own wound screaming above your fellow soldiers' for relief? I have never experienced such a time of woundedness in the Body of Christ—many victory flags have fallen.
A retired army veteran recently shared with me shocking insight about being wounded in war. He said, "It takes four or five soldiers to take care of one wounded in battle. But if a soldier is killed outright, it takes just two to put him in a body bag."
Upon hearing this, I am convinced the devil gets more warped pleasure out of us living a long-wounded life than trying to kill us.
Wounds and Tombs Go Together
I am reminded of the man who lived among the tombs who kept breaking chains that could not hold him. The word “tomb” originally means “remember” or “memory.” His memories had come to destroy him.
I wonder, what was that first hurtful memory that little by little started his walk toward the tombs? Was it a harsh word spoken or his imagination misreading someone's compliment? Did he overhear someone say, "He will never amount to anything?" Was he the kid with a story of abuse no one would believe? Did the enemy somehow know that this child was born with such a brilliant mind that he would change the history of his nation?
My heart goes out to this man and every depressed and tormented person chained to their past memories. When Jesus asked him his name, he said, "My name is Legion." Legion means 'multitude.' Perhaps he was saying, "I have been called so many names by so many voices, I don't who I am. I have lost my identity."
Jesus spoke, the chains broke, and he found his identity in Christ his creator. No more chains! He was free! He wanted to follow Jesus, probably wanting to tell the world his testimony. But Jesus surprisingly told him to go home and tell what great things the Lord had done for him. This proves the man was at one time normal and lived with a family and people in that village. In other words, go home where your rejection and wounds started and show them what has happened and love them. No more chains!
To my knowledge the man never left his home town to tell one of the greatest miracles Jesus ever performed. But his mighty deliverance carved itself into history through God's Word for generations to come to hear it. Jesus came all the way from the other side of the sea through a great storm to touch this man. And He can come to where you are today. He'll come through Hell if needs be. Bring your hurt quickly to the Lord for His healing hand to touch you.
Forgive Quickly
I will never forget my healthy brother who became sick with a terminal disease. The doctors told him they believed his disease began about three years ago. They asked him this: "Dick, was there anything that happened in your life about three years ago that seemed to knock you off your feet or overwhelm you?"
My brother told me, "The doctors were right on. It was exactly three years ago a neighbor offended me and I couldn't get over the hurt. I was right and he was wrong. I couldn't go to sleep without thinking of that man. It got to where food didn't taste right." The neighbor was unaware of the offense and kept right on living unharmed by it.
My brother finally forgave that neighbor but the lack of forgiveness had already eaten him up from the inside out. It took his life at age thirty-nine. A wound can start with a little disagreement or unkind word from someone you'd least expect. It then festers into an offense and if not dealt with, becomes a wound that brings a slow death. Had my brother lived I think he would preach one message today. "Forgive quickly, please forgive, it's not worth it!" Don't let another wounded soldier die