I am a Christian Not A Human:  A reflection on about four years of Divorce Care

Yo soy Cristiano, pa que lo sepas; no soy humano, pa que lo sepas.

I remember driving into my neighbors driveway, balling, after being told by my children that “Mommy sleeps with Mr. Roberts in the backroom”, during the early stages of divorce, March 2012, about four years ago.

I had been a Christian since 1985.  I was defined by being a Christian, someone different and unique; someone set apart and holy.  I was super human. 

Well my friends, the images in my head that day were of having a rifle, in his driveway, waiting for both of them to show up, and shooting him in both balls, one after the other, and then the head, while simultaneously shooting my ex-wife, two for the price of one. 

I never thought in my life that I would ever have such thoughts and intent, and went was far as pulling into the Dick’s Sporting Goods Store to buy the rifle and ammo.  I was Christian, and I was impermeable to those thoughts, I believed.  I was the super Christian after so many years.  .  I got saved in 1985, and lived for him; and I was married in August 2004, and had lived through so many trials and tribulations that I felt superhuman. 

Not so the human side taught me.  You are part flesh and blood.  But it was God, and prayers and prayer partners like Joyce Davis, whom kept me out of jail that day.  God is so good

And then came court, if God had not delivered me that day, then, months later,  I thought I would get my day in court.   Well, now I understand why people “take the law” into their own hands.  That is because when they go to court expecting justice, they find a mockery of justice, and those whom are mocking it are the very ones “meting out a new type of justice” that has nothing to do with morality and righteousness or justice.  Now I am of the mindset that the very ones “whom need to be shot”, are those judges whom ruin the lives of so many each day, each hour, each minute, each thought, and each pen/key stroke.  But God is my strength and I am using the same pen/keystrokes and prayer to fight back. 

Then there was divorce care.  A place to find likeminded individuals whom overcame with the blood of the Lamb and Prayer and have support for one another. God delivered them and they are charged now with helping others make the same journey.  I walked into the room and a Cambodian woman was sobbing near an African women, near a Caucasian man, all feeling the same hurt, and all being there to support one another. 

I see the importance of divorce care because it was those like minded individuals that helped and supported me.  And, I have seen God’s mighty hand working in the lives of so many broken and distraught people.  Each group, a year or so later, those same torn up people that were presented are remade vessels in His name and living for Him. 

As I reflect on four years worth of divorce care, I say, it is one of the most important missions a church can have.  I have seen people convert to Christ through the love and support of True Christians.  What better recompense than a Soul Coming to Christ, and no rifles involved.  God Bless.

Rey, The Human-Christian.