Like many of you, I grew up in a very hostile home. There were many shouting matches, many fist fists, we even had a fork stabbing and a knockout by frying pan. I can’t speak for the other 7, but for me, I didn’t know any different – this was normal, life is tough, and you better be tougher and meaner than the next guy.
It wasn’t until Jesus saved me did I learn the silliness of this mind set; as the Word of God says, “there is a way that seems right to man, but it’s end is death.” I learned that everything I “held dear” ran opposite to God’s Word. I held pride, violence, and fearlessness in high regard. Then I learned that hostility and violence does not make me a man, and it certainly does not make me a faithful follower of Christ.
My new goal, by God’s Grace, was to learn His Word and be faithful to it; which is extremely difficult since one of the “goals” of a Christian was something that I considered unmanly and wimpy. God’s Word instructs me to live at peace with all, so far as it depends on me.
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