In my decades of suffering with OCD (read my other posts) one of the things I had mostly suffered with was/is scrupulosity although I had other OCD symptoms before this developed.
Like most suffers of scrupulosity I had struggled tremendously to keep my faith and to keep from blaspheming (if I did) and sweating it out with my stomach dropped to the floor, just knowing I committed the unpardonable sin.
I loathed myself for having such thoughts and lived under a cloud of self blame.
When I was around 40, I discovered that what I experienced was a medically recognized disorder; it even had a name. And to my utter astonishment, I found out that there was at least one other person in the whole world (perhaps in China) that had what I had. Shortly after I found out it was biologically induced.
After 40 years (although it took several years to actually believe there REALLY was someone else who actually had what I did) I wanted to run down the street and shout: Its not me, its the disease! Hey look, there are others beside me! And even more emphatically: Its not my fault, its not my fault, its not my fault! For all you who condemned my laziness in not progressing with my life; look you idiots, its not my fault!
And wow! I thought now I can stop this self loathing.
But later this revelation brought sadness. I used to deceive myself that after the finishing some ritual I would start anew and begin a better lifelike an alcoholic who says Give me one more drink and Monday morning I will quit and get a job. Of course those Monday mornings never came, but I could decieve myself. By now the reality set in that I was stuck with this disease.
But a real change came in how I felt about God. I became so, so angry with God. Here I am hating myself for having these thoughts and you made me this way! The Bible says I am wonderfully and fearfully made. Yeah! Sure! I wonder if prolife people would be so much against abortion if they had suffered OCD.
I found myself pouring out anger against God, far more in situations where little or trivial things go wrong. Like when I forget something or can not find somethingespecially if it screws up some ritual. Then I want, and start, to blaspheme and pour out more venom than any Satanist does.
I know now I really have committed the unpardonable sin for It is impossible for those who were enlightened, who have tasted the heavenly gift [ ] if they fall away to be brought back to repentance. Before I might have claimed blaspheming in ignorance but can I claim that now?
The irony is that when I did not know that I had an OCD (though I always knew something was wrong, that I was different from others) I directed my hate towards myself. But after finding out about OCD I directed my bitter anger toward Him.
I wonder when God speaks of:
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, (as you most certainly will with OCD) because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance [When has an OCD person ever developed perseverance?]. [ ] If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to [those with normal brains] all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.
But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does. [An OCDer not doubting??? Come on. Well that means an OCDer will never receive anything from the Lord.]
The French call OCD the Doubting Disease. Why if an OCDer has to recheck the stove to see if he turned it off a hundred times, or recheck a hundred time or continue to doubt if a hundred doctors and medical doctores tell him he does not have cancer, how can God expect an OCDer to doubt when he is walking on water or something like that?
Even people with normal brains have trouble with believing things like God still loves me and will come through these difficult timesbut surely He does not think an OCDer is going to have faith like that without doubting what do you expect with OCD?
Every time I start to read the Bible something horrible out of the blue happens to me. I am deathly afraid of even opening it now. Why does not God protect meat least once in a while?
I believe I am like Pharaoh of whom God says:
I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion. It does not, therefore, depend on mans desire or effort, but on Gods mercy. For the Scripture says to Pharaoh: I raised you up for this very purpose [given you OCD?], that I might display my power in you [ ]
Therefore God has mercy on whom he wants to have mercy, and he hardens [messes up the Sertonin receptors in their basia gangliagives them OCD] whom he wants to harden.
You know God hardened Pharaohs heart. The word heart corresponds to the modern usage of the word mind. I think God gave Pharaoh OCD, as he hardened my brain.
Did I ever have a chance to be saved? You know I earnestly read my Bible, prayed as much as I could before the OCD interfered with my concentration, went to churchstill do regularly, and really desired to live a Godly life. I did not want to be a nonbeliever and a sinner.
I know there are non-believers who are not saved, but they are not troubled by it. Pastors talk about sinners enjoying a season of pleasure. While maybe a sinner is what I should be. I never even got a season of pleasure. If God did prepare me in advance for destruction why did not he keep me in ignorance? Now I cannot even enjoy a season of sin.
Oh when I see others being Spirit-filled and enjoying communion with God, oh how I envy them. I only wish there is a God whom Christians talk about who would love ME and assure ME I have eternal life. These things that the Bible promises for others (that have normal brains) I so much desire if only God, choosing to show his wrath and make his power known, bore with great patience the objects of his wrath[did not] prepared [me] for destruction.
I deeply and earnestly desire that if there is a God who loves people the way it is claimed in the Bible and by Christians would love me, He will totally assure me I am not beyond forgiveness, that He most certainly will forgive ALL of my sins, (that I have not committed the unpardonable sin) and will come down here and make His self be known to me.
I care the least about argument from intelligent design; or creation science and whether the world was created in six literal days or if six days was figurative; or the Divinci Code; or who the Antichrist will be; or some speculative argument about end times prophecy.
I just want to know this! I am hurting. I have worldly needs. I am suffering. I am alone.Why cannot this God come down and help me???
I am tired of waiting. I am not young anymore. If I did get to heaven I wonder if I would hear: Well, just be patient, whats a billion years in relation to eternity? Then a trillion years come and I hear whats a few trillion years.
I want to feel (or know, or experience) God now!
The peace of God, which passeth all understanding always passes me by,
You who claim to know Him, can you ask Him in my behalf? And do not lie to me if you think I really committed the unpardonable sin just because it might be politically incorrect or what not what the public wants to hear. I want to know the absolute truth. Remember I blasphemed after I knew God.
Oh God, help me!!!
Like most suffers of scrupulosity I had struggled tremendously to keep my faith and to keep from blaspheming (if I did) and sweating it out with my stomach dropped to the floor, just knowing I committed the unpardonable sin.
I loathed myself for having such thoughts and lived under a cloud of self blame.
When I was around 40, I discovered that what I experienced was a medically recognized disorder; it even had a name. And to my utter astonishment, I found out that there was at least one other person in the whole world (perhaps in China) that had what I had. Shortly after I found out it was biologically induced.
After 40 years (although it took several years to actually believe there REALLY was someone else who actually had what I did) I wanted to run down the street and shout: Its not me, its the disease! Hey look, there are others beside me! And even more emphatically: Its not my fault, its not my fault, its not my fault! For all you who condemned my laziness in not progressing with my life; look you idiots, its not my fault!
And wow! I thought now I can stop this self loathing.
But later this revelation brought sadness. I used to deceive myself that after the finishing some ritual I would start anew and begin a better lifelike an alcoholic who says Give me one more drink and Monday morning I will quit and get a job. Of course those Monday mornings never came, but I could decieve myself. By now the reality set in that I was stuck with this disease.
But a real change came in how I felt about God. I became so, so angry with God. Here I am hating myself for having these thoughts and you made me this way! The Bible says I am wonderfully and fearfully made. Yeah! Sure! I wonder if prolife people would be so much against abortion if they had suffered OCD.
I found myself pouring out anger against God, far more in situations where little or trivial things go wrong. Like when I forget something or can not find somethingespecially if it screws up some ritual. Then I want, and start, to blaspheme and pour out more venom than any Satanist does.
I know now I really have committed the unpardonable sin for It is impossible for those who were enlightened, who have tasted the heavenly gift [ ] if they fall away to be brought back to repentance. Before I might have claimed blaspheming in ignorance but can I claim that now?
The irony is that when I did not know that I had an OCD (though I always knew something was wrong, that I was different from others) I directed my hate towards myself. But after finding out about OCD I directed my bitter anger toward Him.
I wonder when God speaks of:
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, (as you most certainly will with OCD) because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance [When has an OCD person ever developed perseverance?]. [ ] If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to [those with normal brains] all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.
But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That man should not think he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all he does. [An OCDer not doubting??? Come on. Well that means an OCDer will never receive anything from the Lord.]
The French call OCD the Doubting Disease. Why if an OCDer has to recheck the stove to see if he turned it off a hundred times, or recheck a hundred time or continue to doubt if a hundred doctors and medical doctores tell him he does not have cancer, how can God expect an OCDer to doubt when he is walking on water or something like that?
Even people with normal brains have trouble with believing things like God still loves me and will come through these difficult timesbut surely He does not think an OCDer is going to have faith like that without doubting what do you expect with OCD?
Every time I start to read the Bible something horrible out of the blue happens to me. I am deathly afraid of even opening it now. Why does not God protect meat least once in a while?
I believe I am like Pharaoh of whom God says:
I will have mercy on whom I have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I have compassion. It does not, therefore, depend on mans desire or effort, but on Gods mercy. For the Scripture says to Pharaoh: I raised you up for this very purpose [given you OCD?], that I might display my power in you [ ]
Therefore God has mercy on whom he wants to have mercy, and he hardens [messes up the Sertonin receptors in their basia gangliagives them OCD] whom he wants to harden.
You know God hardened Pharaohs heart. The word heart corresponds to the modern usage of the word mind. I think God gave Pharaoh OCD, as he hardened my brain.
Did I ever have a chance to be saved? You know I earnestly read my Bible, prayed as much as I could before the OCD interfered with my concentration, went to churchstill do regularly, and really desired to live a Godly life. I did not want to be a nonbeliever and a sinner.
I know there are non-believers who are not saved, but they are not troubled by it. Pastors talk about sinners enjoying a season of pleasure. While maybe a sinner is what I should be. I never even got a season of pleasure. If God did prepare me in advance for destruction why did not he keep me in ignorance? Now I cannot even enjoy a season of sin.
Oh when I see others being Spirit-filled and enjoying communion with God, oh how I envy them. I only wish there is a God whom Christians talk about who would love ME and assure ME I have eternal life. These things that the Bible promises for others (that have normal brains) I so much desire if only God, choosing to show his wrath and make his power known, bore with great patience the objects of his wrath[did not] prepared [me] for destruction.
I deeply and earnestly desire that if there is a God who loves people the way it is claimed in the Bible and by Christians would love me, He will totally assure me I am not beyond forgiveness, that He most certainly will forgive ALL of my sins, (that I have not committed the unpardonable sin) and will come down here and make His self be known to me.
I care the least about argument from intelligent design; or creation science and whether the world was created in six literal days or if six days was figurative; or the Divinci Code; or who the Antichrist will be; or some speculative argument about end times prophecy.
I just want to know this! I am hurting. I have worldly needs. I am suffering. I am alone.Why cannot this God come down and help me???
I am tired of waiting. I am not young anymore. If I did get to heaven I wonder if I would hear: Well, just be patient, whats a billion years in relation to eternity? Then a trillion years come and I hear whats a few trillion years.
I want to feel (or know, or experience) God now!
The peace of God, which passeth all understanding always passes me by,
You who claim to know Him, can you ask Him in my behalf? And do not lie to me if you think I really committed the unpardonable sin just because it might be politically incorrect or what not what the public wants to hear. I want to know the absolute truth. Remember I blasphemed after I knew God.
Oh God, help me!!!