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My father rescued my uncle, taking him to shore, and then went back to retrieve the boat. He never returned. My father drowned on that stormy night in That same night a search-and-rescue team was organized to find my dad. At around midnight, my grandfather pulled him up off of the bottom of Anderson Dam. My life and the life of my family were changed forever. My father's death created a deep sense of loss and fear of abandonment in my soul.
Of course, three-year-olds don't understand what the meaning of death is. All I knew was that he was gone and I feared that my mother would be next. For many years after that, I would get up several times a night and wander into my mother's bedroom, checking to see if she was still there. She told me years later that she would often wake up and find me standing by her bed just staring at her.
Our first stepfather came into our lives when I was five years old. He made it clear to my sister and me that he married my mother and we were just the baggage that came along with the prize. To make matters worse, he was a violent alcoholic. Brutality became a way of life for us. The house rules for survival were to "Shut up and stay out of the way. Once, while he was drunk, he held me up by one hand, pulled my pants down, and began to beat me with his belt buckle.
Blood started running down both my legs. My mother, screaming and crying, finally managed to pull me free of him. Castle Tramps or Palace Princes 23 Beyond being physically abusive, my stepfather seemed to have an agenda to rid us of all our memories of my real father. He was very jealous of my mother's love and would torment us when she showed us any affection. He destroyed all of our father's belongings and prohibited us from seeing any of our father's relatives.
Looking back, I can see that the devil was using him to destroy our identities. My mother finally divorced him when I was 13 years old. When I was 15, my mother remarried again.
Miserably, the house rules remained the same. Violence continued and survival depended on all of us children becoming invisible and remaining inconspicuous.
Unfortunately, I know that what I experienced growing up is all too common. The circumstances may differ, but those of us who experienced abandonment and abuse in our youth, even if it was simply being born in an "untimely manner" as I was, internalize a message that we are shameful, unwanted, and insignificant. The result of these lies is that we develop patterns of behavior that are designed to protect us in a hostile world.
Because we've experienced attacks at the most fundamental levels of our identity, we think we have to do whatever it takes to kill the pain and simply survive. One of my survival tactics was to develop a sarcastic sense of humor. My humor revolved around cutting people down and making them feel stupid and insignificant. Of course, I usually didn't realize I was making them feel bad, but subconsciously, I thought that destroying other people's self-esteem helped me feel better about myself.
I would joke with people about their shortcomings, thinking I was just being funny, yet every laugh cost someone a piece of their heart. Even though I found Christ at age 18, it was many years before I dealt with my low self-esteem. As a result, my behavior continued and I still didn't have a clue how badly I was devastating people with my humor.
I should have understood it, because I was the main victim of my own humor. I often made my faults the brunt of my own jokes. The culture of pain imprisoned my soul within me, but the Lord was determined to help me make a jail break. The greater revelation, to me, was that people valued what I had to say. I had always believed what my stepfathers had drilled into me: People didn't really care what I thought or said.
The realization that I had value began the process of uprooting the lies I believed about myself and helped me find out who I actually was. God had called me a prince, and I realized that the meeting with Nancy and the interaction I had with the Lord would just be the first of many steps that God would use to lead me out of my prison and into His palace.
I had another encounter about a year later that became the next step in my journey out of pauperhood. It began on a cold, winter Sunday evening in December. I arrived at the church late, and as I opened the front door of the building, the wind nearly blew the door off its hinges.
The prayer meeting was already well underway when I entered the room. About a hundred people were passionately praying so I tried to slip in quietly so as not to disturb the meeting. As I cleared the door, Bill, our senior leader, greeted me. He had the strangest grin on his face. He handed me something that was folded in half. I was confused by his expression as I stared at the piece of paper. I finally realized that it was a check, but my disbelieving eyes struggled to communicate the amount with my brain.
As it dawned on me, I began yelling, "Someone just gave me three thousand dollars! I almost passed out. I started jumping up and down yelling, "Thirty thousand dollars! I looked at the signature and realized that I didn't even know the person who had given me the money. This mystery definitely thickened the plot and added to the excitement. Many days passed before I finally discovered the benevolent man's identity.
He was new to our fellowship and had attended a class that I had taught earlier in the year. One night while he was praying, he felt the Lord tell him to give me a portion of his inheritance. I wrote him a card expressing my gratitude but the strangest thing happened next.
I completely avoided him for several months after he gave me that unbelievable gift. At first, what I was doing wasn't so obvious, yet as time went on it became more apparent. I would see him in a certain room in the church and I would turn around and walk the other direction. On one occasion, I ran to the men's restroom, wondering if I was going to make it there on time, and just as I entered the bathroom I noticed he was there.
His back was turned toward me and he hadn't seen me, so I ran out. I had to run all the way to the other side of the building to find another restroom. As I was racing around the building the thought struck me, "Something is wrong with me!
When I got into bed that night I couldn't sleep. It was cold and dark and the wind was howling. It seemed like I lay there forever. I kept looking at the clock, waiting for the day to dawn, tossing and turning and pondering why I was behaving so peculiarly. I couldn't get my poor behavior out of my head. My mind turned to other times over the years when I had the same feelings toward other people who had showed me a lot of value. I thought about how many of those relationships I had sabotaged by not allowing people to love me.
I became aware that I loved to give to people, but I never liked to receive from them. Finally, in desperation I sought the Lord in prayer, "Lord, do You know what is wrong with me?
This was a revealing question. I was actually fairly nervous about finding out what was wrong with me because I had lived in denial a long time. John Maxwell once said, "People change when they hurt enough they have to change, they learn enough they want to change, or they receive enough they are able to change.
Jesus said, "The problem with you is that you don't love yourself enough to feel worthy of thirty thousand dollars. You're afraid that if that generous guy gets to know you, he'll be sorry he gave you the money. That is why you don't want him to get close to you. I could no longer deny that I needed help. I asked,"What should I do? When you do, you will expect people to love you more as they get to know you better!
I was stunned. I could not believe what was at the root of my problem. Until this point the love I lacked for myself had never been exposed like that. I knew that others loved me particularly my wife and kids , and I knew the Lord loved me. I didn't realize that I didn't love myself. Through that experience I learned that whenever someone values us more than we value ourselves we tend to sabotage our relationship with that person.
Secretly, we don't want them to get close enough to find out Castle Tramps or Palace Princes 27 that we aren't as good as they think we are. From my observation as a pastor, one of the best examples of this are adult singles who are looking for a mate and can't seem to find the "right person" or someone "good enough.
They are afraid that their lover will look deep within and see the imperfections they're convinced they see. It is about time that we learn to love ourselves the way God loves us and see ourselves with our Father's eyes.
I mentioned earlier that when you are trained to feel insignificant, you develop survival skills to try to avoid the pain of that reality. A pauper uses survival skills because he believes that life is one big "dog eat dog" world. This poverty mentality is the primary attribute of a pauper.
Whether a pauper has experienced poverty in his or her finances or in love and affirmation, all paupers have the common belief that there's never going to be enough for them. They live in fear, struggling with the feeling that the well is about to dry up.
God never intended for us to live in poverty in any area of our lives. The Bible is full of promises of God's provision for His people. Solomon said, "I have been young and now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his descendants begging bread" Prov Jesus made it even clearer when He said, Do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on.
Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these.
But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! Do not worry then, saying, "What will we eat? But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own Matthew Eddie grew up in physical poverty, but his attitudes and behavior typify the survival mindset that can be seen in people who grow up in financially stable homes but experience lack in other areas of their lives.
The Department ordered all the kids who were on probation in Lewiston to come to our youth group. Twice a week we played basketball and volleyball and then at halftime I would preach to them. Eddie was a year-old young man who came every week. Eddie's mom and dad were both drug addicts so Eddie was left on his own to raise himself.
He was a tall, olive-skinned, brown-haired kid. Although he wasn't on probation, he loved to play basketball with us. He hung out in the projects with the rough kids but he was usually pretty quiet. Castle Tramps or Palace Princes 29 Little by little we got to know him. About a year after we met Eddie we decided to try to adopt him. We did some research and we discovered that there were two ways to gain custody of him. We could convince his divorced parents to sign over custody to us or we could go to court and fight for him.
We decided to try to convince his parents. I took Eddie to his mother's apartment like I had done many times before he used to stay with us on the weekends , but this time I went to the door with him.
My heart was racing and I noticed that were no lights on inside. I thought no one was home, but as Eddie forced the door open I could see a figure sitting on the floor, huddled close to the corner of the dark room.
It was his mom. There was no furniture, and it was filthy beyond description. The room was freezing. I learned later that they hadn't had electricity in months. His mother was obviously experiencing a "crash" after a drug high. She was shaking, her eyes were set in deep black circles, and her hair was matted and stringy. She looked up at me and asked, "What are you doing here?
She glanced up at Eddie who was choking back tears,"Okay,you can have it! We left there and drove to Lewiston to talk to Eddie's dad. It was quiet in the car, as my mind was flooded with images of what I had just seen.
My heart was heavy and broken. I wondered how many more "Eddies" there were out there in the world. I could only hope for the best when I imagined what his father would be like. About 30 minutes later we arrived at his dad's house. It looked like a typical drug home. The front yard was jam-packed with old cars and junk. Eddie went in ahead of me and I followed. As we entered the house I noticed that there were several men and women sitting on the floor.
A few others were lying on couches. The room was filled with smoke. A short stocky man covered with tattoos was staring at us. He said in an angry voice, "What do you want? He looked over at Eddie who was hanging his head and said, "Do you want to live with him? We left immediately. I was glad to leave there without a fistfight, and Eddie was excited to start his new life.
The next year was filled with much laughter and a lot of tears as Eddie adjusted to his new lifestyle. Little by little, we began to recognize the characteristics of a poverty mind-set in Eddie. It obviously had been formed in his heart by his grueling childhood. We ate dinner together as a family most of the time. While we ate our meals Eddie would keep his eye on the food that was left.
There was always plenty, but Eddie seemed concerned that we would run out. When the bowls would get about half full he would fill his plate again and then hide food all around his plate and in his napkin. The rest of us would just pretend that we didn't notice, but it made us sad.
Eddie's first Christmas with us was exciting. We learned that he had never really had a Christmas because his mom would sell any gifts he received for drugs. We decided to go to the extreme and shower the kids with presents.
We spent hundreds of dollars and distributed the money equally among all of them. There were so many gifts we could barely see Castle Tramps or Palace Princes 31 the tree. Finally Christmas Day came and we sat down together to open gifts. The whole family was having a blast watching Eddie open his gifts. He was like a little kid. The only problem was that he wouldn't let anyone hold his gifts once they were opened. Later on in the evening, after dinner, Eddie whispered something in Kathy's ear.
Kathy had stockings for each of the kids and filled them with small gifts. Jason and Eddie both had comic books in their stockings. The only problem was that she had accidentally put four comic books in Jason's and only two in Eddie's. Eddie wanted to know why Jason got more than he got. Eddie was always afraid he would not have enough.
A poverty spirit usually leads paupers to develop a survival mentality. The fear of lack is based on lies, and until those lies are broken, people can't recognize God's provision for their lives. When Eddie became part of our family he had everything he needed and wanted. His old life was gone. But until he stopped believing those lies he couldn't relax and enjoy life with us.
Thankfully, Eddie is free from his old mind-set. He has grown up to be an amazing young man and has graduated from college. We are very proud of him. Paupers have a poverty mentality. They always feel like their resources are limited. They believe that when someone else receives something, it takes away some of the provision that could be theirs. They surmise that someone else's blessing costs them. The story of the prodigal son from Luke 15 illustrates this point clearly.
Having squandered his inheritance, the youngest son came home seeking refuge. His father was so excited to see him that he threw him a party. He had been saving the fattened calf for such an occasion, and finally it was time to celebrate. Everyone came to the festivity except for the elder brother; he stayed out in the field. When his father didn't see the older brother at the party, he went looking for him.
He found him outside alone. The older brother yelled, "You gave him the fattened calf, but you haven't even given me a goat! He looked at his son, staring into his soul with the eyes of a loving father and said, "I gave him the fattened calf, but you own the farm" summarized from Luke Why in the world did the older brother hang out waiting for his father to give him a goat when he owned the whole farm?
He failed to recognize that he was a son and not a servant. The revelation of our true identity will destroy the spirit of poverty in our lives. Until that happens we will keep thinking that there are limits on what we get to have. As a result, we are jealous of anyone who receives something that we don't have. This leaks into all aspects of our lives including work, friends, and positions within the church.
We have lost sight of the fact that we don't just work on the farm. We are sons and daughters of the Owner, and our Dad has plenty! I believe this revelation will totally change the way we think and plan for our futures. Most of us are still looking at our provision what our bank statement says to help us determine our vision, and therefore are living within our means instead of His blessings.
For example, if we are constructing a new building, we argue that we must give up some other project to cover the cost. Yet we have been called to live beyond reason and far beyond the borders of our own abilities.
If we can't do any more than mere men, then let us not tell others we are a part of the church of a living God. We have to accomplish more than the Elk's Club if we are going to call God our Dad. This requires us to live by faith in God's provision. When we daily trust God for our substance then we will tap into Heaven's resources. I know that there is a real need for true Castle Tramps or Palace Princes 33 stewardship in the Body of Christ but much of what is called stewardship in the Church is simply fear that has disguised itself as wisdom.
Did you get that? He said, "God will supply all of our needs according to His riches in glory! Many times I have asked people what they do for a living. Some of them say, "I live by faith. I depend on people to donate to my ministry.
This ideology is problematic. If we stop living by faith when we start receiving a regular income, then we reduce our provision down to our ability to perform instead of the Lord's ability to provide.
The pauper mentality can be found in every level of society and in all walks of life. A person's bank account is no indication of whether they are experiencing the provision of God or not. Someone can have a lot of things but still feel insecure fearing something could happen to them and they'd lose it all.
When paupers acquire money or things they tend to get their identity from them. The truth is that a man is not measured by what he has but by what has him. Some people own houses, but sometimes it seems that houses own people. When we live just to get things or work so much that we don't have time for the important relationships that we have in our lives, I wonder if we own things or if they own us. The way I see it is that there is a difference between being rich and being wealthy. Wealthy people refuse to be reduced to their balance sheet and their wealth never has them.
They don't worry about the money because they know there will always be enough. Rich people's self-esteem is attached directly to their "Profit and Loss Statement.
I don't mean that we shouldn't have great work habits. When a pauper gets a lot of money, the question that needs to be answered is,"Did God gain a fortune or lose a man?
Princes own things, but they never let things own them. The result is that they are able to experience the worry-free life Jesus promised and are free to seek first the kingdom, knowing that all they need will be added to them. The promised land of princehood is filled with the Father's blessings. He wants to lavish His love on us, pour out His blessings in us, and give more than we can contain.
The Psalms put it best, "How blessed is the man who fears the Lord, who greatly delights in His commandments. His descendants will be mighty on earth; the generation of the upright will be blessed. Wealth and riches are in his house, and his righteousness endures forever" Ps. Somehow we unintentionally reproduce that same destructive culture in ourselves and in those around us.