Some veteran Jackson Mississippi Samson guys' musings, recommended resources, and Samson Society news / updates (all written by 100% Grade A - Human Intelligence)
Weekly meetings available to you are as follows:
Tuesday at 6:30 PM, Truitt Baptist Church - Pearl. Call Matt Flint at (601) 260-8518 or email him at matthewflint.makes@gmail.com.
Wednesday at 6:00 PM, First Baptist Church Jackson - Summit Counseling Suite - 431 North State St. Jackson. Call Don Waller at 601-946-1290 or email him at don@wallerbros.com.
Monday at 6:30 PM , Vertical Church - 521 Gluckstadt Road Madison, MS 39110. Mr. Roane Hunter, facilitator, LifeWorks Counseling.
Wednesday at 7:00 PM, Crossgates Baptist Church. Brandon Reach out to Matthew Lehman at (601)-214-4077 for further info.
Sunday night at 6:00 PM, Grace Crossing Baptist Church - 598 Yandell Rd. Canton. Call Joe McCalman at 601-201-5608 or email him at cookandnoonie@gmail.com.
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Monday, June 27, 2022
Electricity
Platonic attraction is like an electrical current between two guys. Considering that, pride (& subsequently envy) will short circuit that charge instantly.
Sunday, June 26, 2022
"Faith It 'Till You Make It" - Mr. Max Morton
That is the philosophy I lived under most of my life. I was weighed down by the expectations of others and desperately seeking acceptance and validation by my performance. Driven by my poor self-image I lacked confidence in what I thought I was supposed to be or know or do. So, for the most part I faked it.
This was long before “Fake it ‘til ya make it” was a slogan, but I was the poster-boy for this ideal. I wasn’t sure what “making it” entailed, so I just continued to fake it, hoping that someday as I stayed ahead of being found out for the fake I really was, I would somehow make it–whatever that meant.
Where I didn’t know what to do in a certain situation, I faked it. When I didn’t know what others were expecting me to know I faked it. In my relationships, in my work, in my relationship with God, I faked it. You know what this made me? A fake.
I hid my authentic self from others for fear that they would reject me when they found out who I really was; what I didn’t know; what I couldn’t do. I really wanted people to accept me and validate me, but I thought I had to achieve this standard that was impossible to achieve, at least to my way of thinking, and living.
I also hid my authentic self from God. Deceived into thinking I could somehow fool Him I pretended to be someone I really wasn’t, as if He didn’t already know. I tried to serve Him to gain His good graces. I tried to live up to others' expectations of what sort of Christian I should be thinking that this would give me favor with Him. I really wanted His acceptance, and to feel His pleasure with me.
As I journeyed down the road of recovery, I began to discover that there were people, broken like me, who would allow me to be my authentic self. They accepted me in spite of my failures, my facades and my (insert F word of your choice here) -ups. As I began to get more and more honest with myself and share this in a safe environment, I began to receive healing from God. I slowly began to realize that the acceptance I sought I already had. He began to show me His pleasure with me as I cautiously lowered my mask and shared my broken self with others.
The more I did this the freer I became. Much to my surprise, I discovered that my vulnerability to share my brokenness not only set me free but helped others. That’s what I had been trying to do all along as I faked it. Now, the pleasure I sought to feel from God I found in my honesty. I discovered He loved me, not for who I could be for Him, not the mighty exploits I could do for Him, but because He loved me. He loves me when I do good, and string together stints of sobriety from my addiction. He loves me the same when I act out. He loves me not because of what I do; He loves me because that’s who He is. He is LOVE. And that applies to me.
Now I have a new slogan to live by: “Faith it ‘til you make it.”
I may not have the answers, I may not be able to do what someone else can do, I will never be able to live up to the expectations of others, but I am His. He loves me and has justified me–declared me to be in right standing with Him just as if no sin had ever occurred. Romans 1:17b says, “The just shall live by faith.” So, I am just, and I shall live by faith. I will “faith it ‘til I make it.” I will believe God for who He is and what He has promised me. I will believe I am who He says I am.
I am resolved to “faith it ‘til I make it.”
What does "making it" mean? Success? Getting into heaven? Happy marriage? How do we know when we’ve made it? I believe I already have made it. Knowing this love, living in this freedom, believing Him is all the “make it” I need.
"Letter To My Addiction" - JR Everhart
You entered my life as a 3-year-old child when I was helpless to understand the weight of your actions in me. You stole my innocence, like a thief in the night. And then brain washed me into thinking love could only be had through the act of sexual connection. Throughout my childhood you taught me your evil ways. The language of sexual manipulation. You polluted my mind with every form of sexual desire and perversion. Even in the face of honest change you refused to let go and led me around like a lost little puppy dog always promising satisfaction but never satisfying. You distorted my phycological development before I even knew what that was. I WAS JUST A LITTLE KID! I didn’t deserve the sexual abuse and manipulation I had to live through. I was an innocent little child just trying to fit into a highly dysfunctional family. I just wanted to feel special and loved! I needed that more than anything, and you knew that and used it to manipulate me into doing horrible sex acts for just a flake of attention and validation. So much so I started pursuing the sexual abuse to feel loved or to feel anything at all. You had me so blind that I thought I was doing something cool and special. You told me that pleasing my abusers would make me worthy of love. When all I was doing was giving my abusers exactly what they wanted, and you stood there laughing at me the whole time. I had no idea that this was laying a foundation of addiction in my life. I didn’t even realize how wrong all this abuse was until I was in high school. I thought everyone’s family was like this. That sex was just a normal way for teenagers to show love and attention to the younger children around them. I never had a chance to be a kid and develop normal boundaries taught to me by supportive parents. My parents were lost themselves; how could they ever help me be something them themselves didn’t understand.
Thursday, June 23, 2022
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Poem by Anonymous
I am undone by this feeling that has overwhelmed me
My mind is interrupted by my flesh which seeks to sabotage
This foreign desert land that has engulfed me leaves me thirsty
My vision is limited by a dense fog and a fear of what I can’t see
I hear the voices assaulting me with unforgiving tones.
The ground beneath my feet shakes as my balance gives way to the uncertainty of my life.
I feel chained to my past, a cage that keeps me locked inside.
Why won’t this undertone of depression remove its claws from my flesh?
"The No Bull Briefing" - June 2022
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