Dear brothers and sisters,
I so badly wish my mother would except Christ into her heart. She had a very bad life and doesn't know God. It is a touchy subject. She will snap, "I believe in God...it's just you are so messy...or...you are so unloving...or...it's just everyone hates me"...etc. Her reasoning’s never make sense and she is so violently mean at times.
Today, I was able to get my parents to go to a Church. They, unknowingly (I think), harassed me before we got there. They (mother and father) were saying little things to hurt me, such as, "your taking that bible"... or... "you are always in such a bad mood" ...or..."take what you want, it's your life" (when talking about my bible)...etc. The problem?...I hadn't even said anything. I got dressed and was very happy they were going to go to a church and met them in the kitchen and it all went down hill.
Then after church it was bad. They asked me how I liked it and I told them it was okay. About 20 minutes later my father asked the same question, and before I finished what I was going to say he snapped:
father: (kindly) Did you like the church. What did you think of it?
me: Well...(pause)...I think it was okay. If you like it I think you should continue... (I said the words in red, fastly, but still was unable to say it all).
father: (loudly) Don't patronize me! Did you like the church or not?!
Then my mother started to tell me that the only reason I go to the church I go to is because they tell me what I want to hear. My father chirped in and said the same thing. They went on and on about how everyone tells me what I want to hear and that's the only reason I go.
That was a sourful lunch, but then I thought things were looking up when we went home to change. I read James 3:8 to make myself feel better and then we took off together to find something to do.
Something went wrong with my car (not sure what) and my mother got increasingly mad. She ended up screaming at my father for putting the arm rest down to fast. And started using the word "us"..."That's why you make us so mad!!". I spoke up then..."don't use the word us". She turned to look at me...face red..."don't tell me what to do! Us!! Me and your father us!!
Just as we were almost home my mother said (without looking at me) in a sweet voice, "I'm sorry, [my name], that we didn't get to do anything fun" Kind-of trying to tell my father that he messed everything up.
I, unfortunately, regretted talking them into going to church. I think my father is saved, because he reads the bible all the time, but unfortunately very judgmental.
Please don't give me sympathy. I just wanted to show you a little about who you are praying for.
Sorry this was so long!
(I didn't want this in the prayer forum, because I have told my father about this site. I've asked him to try it out. I don't know if he will, but if he does who knows what would happen next).