The Price of Peace

 I am a lover of tranquility and peace, if it were up to me I would be at peace with all people and I would have a million friends as the song says.

But unfortunately my life has been very unpeaceful. Even though I have always been super introverted, since I can remember I have always decided to defend what is right.

I have memories of being at school and seeing wrong things and going out to defend myself so they wouldn't be picking on me. I have those horrendous memories of being in a classroom and everyone in the room saying “Yes, that's wrong, we're all going to the principal to report that and I went out and when I was in front of the principal I turned around and everyone had left me alone and then having to see how I -resolved- the situation by fighting with my introversion.

And that's how my life has been. Memories of all the trouble I got into with pastors and leaders for giving my opinion on unbiblical things that caused me to be excluded from everything in the church and for the pastors to see me as a “rebel” even though I had every biblical argument. Always remembering that a pastor will always get along with everyone who applauds what he does, even if they are the most heretical things in the world. -That is explained a little more in my book “Skeletons in the Closet: Memoirs of a Pastor's Son”

I have a somewhat horrifying family memory of when my father kicked me out of the house because I explained my discontent about some things that were happening at home.

Well, and in my jobs... I always remember one time I worked in a computer academy, I changed their programmatic content, I changed their study plan, suddenly the number of students tripled, but then they wanted more money and they were demanding of me cheating with the students “And we all won” They earned more money, so did I and the students, the quality of teaching did not matter, only the money, and obviously I complained and obviously there were problems and they showed me the door and I chose to leave, and then years of enmity.

 And here in this city where I am living it also touched me very hard, like when I saw these people taking off their shoes to pray because supposedly God had told them to do so and told them that that did not appear in the Bible or when a woman started talking afterwards of an epileptic attack and a person in the family who was called the scribe began to say “Speak Lord, Speak Lord, for your servants can hear” and I told them that I didn't think so.

In short, as much as I am a lover of peace, I have put moral principles and biblical principles above my peace.

I have met some adults who for many years defended the truth and resisted all heresy and told me to my face “What I want is peace.”

Today that I am over 40 years old, and more than ever my own being asks me for peace and tranquility, the questions and questions begin: Is it worth so many enmities? I practically have no family because I always told my parents the horrible things they did as pastors. In my family there are many ministers, pastors and even apostles, but all heretics.

In this family where I live, I have no one that I can consider family, they are all enemies or potential enemies because I did not accept the unbiblical things they did or do.

It has been good for my family to live in heresy because they live well and according to them they have peace, something they did not have when they were in the truth and did not accept heresy.

So my questions continue: Yes, I want peace, but at that cost? Yes, I want peace of mind, but at that cost? To have peace, must I accept all unbiblical and heretical things so as not to have problems with anyone and thus have peace? My Bible says that God condemned a church for “tolerating” heresy! (Revelation 2:20)

A peace that implies being total strangers in heaven? At this moment that I am in the middle of these questions, a video that I saw of David Wilkerson, already very advanced in age, preaching against false pastors, false Christians and false teachers comes to mind and little by little memories come to my mind. from what I have read about great men of God like Edwards, Finney, Wesley, Spurgeon, Ravenhill, Withefield A.Z. Tozer…

They never put “their peace” above the truth.

Before saying goodbye I want to remember that that thought that “If it does not bring peace it is not from God” is a thought brought from hell itself. Jesus did not cry out with much peace “Why have you forsaken me” (Matthew 27:46) AND Jesus was doing THE PERFECT WILL OF THE FATHER.

The biblical truth is that many times doing God's will we will feel so forgotten about God and so distressed and helpless that we will cry out like Jesus did.

At this moment I choose the truth above my earthly peace, above my relationships, above my friends, above money and above my comfort even when those who sold the gospel to have earthly peace have riches and go well in this world. Right now my flesh hurts a lot about this decision and my eyes fill with tears as I write because I am very needy and I have absolutely no one I trust where I could even lean my shoulder and cry, but I know it is the right decision.

  Kisses, I am the profebubba