I can say truthfully that I was never disappointed with God. Knowing the Scriptures, I can make sense most of the time what he is doing with my life and others. When there are times that I can’t make sense of things, I simply trust Him that He is in control of everything.
But with men, I can say truthfully that they are prone to disappoint. Especially this year.
The ones I brought to the Lord. By this, I mean those whom I’ve shared the gospel with, or at least brought to church, and through that have accepted Christ as Savior. The moment they did that, my joy was indescribable. Years later, for them I feel terrible sadness. The children I won before who are now in their teenage years, are spending their lives not serving God but serving themselves. They are always reminded at church, but the reminders seem to fall on deaf ears.
The other one left the church for a job he got at a five-star hotel. He has actually just returned from backsliding but because of this job opportunity, he chose to miss church. I couldn’t help myself but weep for him. The ones he brought to the Lord, with him not at their side and guidance, said malicious words against the pastor, and left the church. They have said offensive things to us, and though I was angered at what they said and done, ultimately I was filled with sorrow for them. As a church which follows God’s words, we have sent them letters of notice of their inactivity and was hoping they would return before the end of the year, but they did not. Because of that, by the entrance of 2015, they will be non-members, and I know that it will be a terrible loss for them.
I was saddened by how they should have known God enough, but didn’t. Had they known Him better, they will not be doing things they are doing now. I am disappointed with them.
The people I know to be Christians. Just this month, I learned of Christians and pastors who’ve done terrible misdeeds. I would not elaborate here, but two of them decided to cheat another Christian about some property. Until now, I am wagging my head at what they have done. When they were confronted, they were the ones who had the guts to say malicious things, adding to their sin. Another blurted offensive words at another Christian, interfering with something she should not meddle with. I expected them to be mature and I expected them to do the right thing and say the right thing, but they didn’t. I am disappointed with them.
I know as a Christian I should not be expecting something from people, and Jesus did just that (John 2:24, 25). But I did in these instances. I learned that disappointments will really happen when you expect from people.
In 2015 I know I could still experience disappointments, nevertheless, I will strive to “not commit myself to them,” as Jesus did.