“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately
wicked: Who can know it?” Jeremiah 17:9 KJV
Sit down kids. Let me tell you a story.
Kirsten and Michael were madly in love.
They had grown up together from infancy and had it bad for
each other and only each other from the time boys and girls first start to
notice those things.
When they reached an
age that their parents deemed them old enough and mature enough to date they
started dating.
They were best friends who went everywhere and did everything
together, and now, approaching the end of their senior year, they were planning
their ascent into adulthood together.
Bible College. Marriage.
Kids. In that order.
As is expected from a couple that has been together for
several years, they had a physical relationship, but that relationship fell
well within contemporary Christian standards. Hand holding, hugging, kissing.
Done.
Kirsten and Michael. They were expected, accepted, and
predictable. No one could imagine anything different.
And then Mary got involved. Mary was their youth leader and
had a son in the youth group. One night at a girl’s youth retreat, Mary pulled
Kirsten aside for a very serious conversation. She told her that she had had a
vision from God, and in the vision God showed her every detail of Kirsten and
Michael’s physical relationship and told Mary that He didn’t want them
together.
Mary told Kirsten that she was on a path God did not intend.
She said that Michael was her idol and she needed to repent. She told her that
if she did not break up with Michael, she would tell Kirsten’s parents all
about her vision and let them handle it as they saw fit.
When Kirsten defended herself Mary told her “but my sweet
friend, you KNOW the heart is deceitful. We don’t know what’s good for us, only
God. Our plans are destined to come to ruin and pain. God is giving you a
chance to turn back now”.
Kirsten was a good Christian. She knew she was a wicked
human and wanted desperately to please God and her leaders.
With a broken heart, Kirsten broke up with Michael. She cut
off her childhood playmate, best friend and first love. She threw their plans
away, trusted in the wisdom and spoken word of her Christian leadership and
waited for the pain to go away and life to get better.
With no girlfriend and no plans, Michael elected to move up
north after graduation and start over. New city, new friends, new future. A year later he was backing out of his
apartment when he was sideswiped by a drunk driver.
Michael is dead and Kirsten suffers from PTSD and anxiety.
Now please don’t misunderstand me. I in no way blame Mary
for Michael’s death. Life can take tragic and unexpected turns and there is no
way of knowing the consequences of all of your actions.
But sometimes I wonder if things might have turned out
differently. Would they still be together and graduating from college this
spring? Would they have broken up on
their own terms and not because some woman knew God’s plans better than they
did? Maybe they would have both passed away on the way home from the movies.
The possibilities are endless. But it still bothers me.
It bothers me because the lives of two bright people that
I’d known since nursery school were ruined and ended.
It bothers me because Kirsten didn’t really have a choice.
Leadership had spoken. God wanted them to break up. Her options were to break
up with him and have a shred of dignity or to become a social pariah and let
her parents force the break up when they were contacted by Mary.
It bothers me that in the Christian church the leadership’s
opinion of a teenager counts for more than any behavior they could possibly
display.
And it bothers me because this could have just as easily
been my story.
I met and started dating my husband in high school. About a
year and a half into our relationship I got a call from a youth leader that I
hadn’t spoken to for at least year. She asked if I knew why she was calling. I
told her I had no clue.
She told me that God had “put me on her heart” and she had
been interceding on my behalf for days. She then said that I was the object of
an ongoing spiritual war and that God was “fighting for my heart” but Satan had
put a big chocolate cake in front of me to lead me away from my calling to be a
missionary and increase the kingdom of heaven. That chocolate cake was
otherwise known as my then boyfriend.
She thought my life was on a path away from God’s calling
and that “moving away from distractions” *cough* boyfriend *cough* would allow
me to seek God and get back on the right path.
I listened politely, ended the conversation on a cordial
note, and then I panicked.
That little voice in my head that had been planted in me
from infancy told me that she was right. Leadership knew what God wanted for
me. My heart was black. My flesh could not be trusted. I had no control over my
own life. Why hadn’t I noticed it sooner? Of COURSE anything that made me so
happy must be sinful.
I cried and I agonized and I raged at God. But mostly I
mourned. I knew that anything that was against God’s will would fall apart eventually,
so I mourned the inevitable loss of the best thing in my life. The thing that
had pulled me from the brink of suicide multiple times. I mourned the hugs and
the late night conversations. I mourned the laughter and the love and I broke
inside.
And finally I got angry. I got angry at the system that had
turned every happy part of my childhood into an idol. I got angry at the people
that called innocent questions defiance and I got angry at a God that would
tell someone else about His plans for my life before me.
And then, for the first time in my life, I told the little
voice to fuck off. And I called my boyfriend.
Of course I wanted to please God. Of course I wanted to
further the kingdom. But more than any of that I just wanted him, and if that
made my heart weak and deceitful and rebellious, I guess Hell would just have
to save me a good spot. For once I was choosing happiness.
Occasionally I lay in bed next to my best friend, listening
to my son babble in his sleep and I think about that woman and I wonder if she
knows. I wonder if she realizes how many lives she almost ruined, and how many
lives wouldn’t exist if I had listened to her.
I love how my life turned out. I have a great job, a near
perfect marriage and beautiful kids. I almost lost it all because of my
pre-conditioned blind faith in someone I hadn’t spoken to in a year. Someone
that, at best, saw me for two hours a week among 50 other teens.
Today I am so grateful for my life. I’m grateful for my
husband and the wonderful dating relationship we had. But mostly I’m grateful
for my deceitful heart. I was a really bad Christian, and it saved my life.