If you find yourself walking out whenever things get a little uncomfortable, then you’re probably using the whole ‘don’t cast pearls to dogs’ as a loophole for your safety. If you ever decide to let go of ministering to someone, it should make you sick to your stomach: you should hate it. I know I did. It’s because love is the primary foundation, and Christians should be reluctant to avoid the opportunity to love.
Yet I also know love doesn’t mean pampering, spoiling, or coddling. If you feel your every effort is only enabling someone to be dependent and abusive, then ask God for wisdom on how to approach this with a firm hand.
It’s extremely difficult to do what I do because people assume I’m still a crazy version of myself. I have a past, I’ve been here fifteen years, and I get it: it’s hard work to forget. It’s human nature to bear a grudge under the disguise of “cautious wisdom.” We say things like, I know how he is. I already know what she’ll do. That’s just like him. We got you boiled down to a science, as if A + B = I-Got-You-On-Lock-Bro.
No one likes to flip a page because cynicism appeals to our laziness. It’s less work to bury someone under their baggage than to help them unpack.
We assume people don’t change, and sometimes that’s correct. But if we’re holding someone’s past against them, that’s a pretty ridiculous standard of perfection that no one, and I mean no one including you, will ever obtain.
Even if “no one changes” — it doesn’t give you the right to be a fricking jerk.
Saying no one can change is a cheapshot at the sovereignty of God. You shun people, you shun God’s grace. Simple as that. You can say BUT all you want to, but I don’t like getting punched in the soul by God, either.
We are not who we should be or could be, but not who we once were.