Today’s post is by one of my new guest-bloggers, Emily.
seeing that His divine power has granted to us everything pertaining to life and godliness, through the true knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and excellence. 2 Peter 1:3 (NASB) –
Growing up, the running joke in my family was that we put
the “dys” in “dysfunctional.” Sometimes we would say we put the “fun” in there,
too. There was a lot of craziness in my family—a lot of heartache, a lot of
anger and splintered relationships, a lot of fighting. In the midst of all of
this there was this fierce loyalty to protect the ‘family’—were there
altercations with ‘outsiders’ (anybody not blood related), the consensus was
yes, so-and-so might deserve a flat out beating for what they just did, but I’m
going to do it, not you. Keep it in the family. I jokingly referred to us as
the Irish Mafia—fiercely loyal and protective (of all the wrong things) and very,
went back to college, studying social work and psychology. She wanted to help
our family dynamic. She saw the problems in the family, and wanted to help. While
I admired my mom for going back to college while raising a young child, I also
was keenly aware our family was her
case study. I grew up resenting psychology and anything that had to do with
counseling as a result.
day I was approached to be on a team to organize a biblical conference at our
church. I scoffed. “Me? You want me
to have something to do with counseling?
I’m co-every in the book, don’t have an ounce of self-esteem, and, in general,
hate psychology. All these people do is mix a few Bible verses in there, says
everyone who takes antidepressants is sinning, and makes you feel like a moron
for existing.” Unfortunately, my first brush with the speaker we brought in did
little to change my mind as he blasted those who were on antidepressants (which
I had just started to take) as extreme evil and callously labeled every problem
in the world as sin. I thought it was cold and impersonal. I did like the fact
he said psychology was wrong, though.
counseled with my pastor, had countless hours poured into me by way of
discipleship—I even went through Bible studies laced with psychology to help me
“overcome” my past and grow into a functional adult (leaving the “dys” behind).
Out of desperation I went to a ‘professional’ Christian counselor. When I
walked in his office I noticed all the psychology books on his shelves and the
lack of Bible. Throughout the hour that I spoke to this man, he never once gave
me any indication he knew what a Bible was, let alone could I tell he had a
relationship with the Author of it. I left his office with less hope than I had
when I went in, and $100 poorer.
our church. Upon the pastor’s recommendation, I started to meet with her. At
this point I had nothing left to lose—I was without hope, on a fair amount of
antidepressants (with an increase or addition of pills on the looming horizon),
and was fairly desperate. I truly believed the family cycle of dysfunction was
inevitable for the rest of my life.
myself into with this biblical counselor. I was depressed, angry, fearful of
EVERYTHING, and skeptical that even she could help me. What I quickly learned
was that SHE wasn’t trying to change me—she was pointing me to the ONE who
could change me. I learned about the deceitfulness of my own heart, and the
hope Christ offers. I learned how to apply all the theology I had spent years
learning (with little to no application on my part). I learned what it meant to
truly repent. I learned what it meant to honor God. I learned what true
relationships look like. I learned how to communicate without anger or
manipulation. I learned how to self-counsel.
it was not her. However, she took me by the hand and walked with me before the
throne of God—taught me how to come before the One who forgives, restores,
changes lives, and changes hearts. I’m most thankful for that counselor in my
Irish mafia, counselee for life, without hope or purpose, doomed to repeat the
cycle of history—writing for a blog about biblical counseling. I am a living
example of the mercy of God. I am among those who started this process as the
counselee, and now am pursuing the goal of becoming a biblical counselor. When
you come out of the trenches, you want to help anybody you can come out of
there, too. It is worth all the hard work, the late nights, the hours spent in
prayer, the hours spent pouring over Scripture looking for ways to impart
biblical truth, the faith stretching moments of waiting on God to work out His
perfect will in the heart of one stuck in sin and struggling to walk the
Christian life . . . it is kingdom work.
It is not work done for a pat on the back or recognition—it is work to bring
the truth of the gospel message into the lives of hurting saints. It is soul
care. It is precious, and it is service.
Simply put, because the Word of God changes lives. It is more than rearranging
the flesh. It is sharper than a two edged sword. It discerns the thoughts and intentions
of the heart. Only the Word of God can shatter your life and mercifully put it
back together again in a more perfect way. I believe in the work of biblical
counseling because I have seen it change lives—my own, and countless others who
have walked through our ministry at RGCC. I believe that lives can be
transformed. I believe the ministry of the Holy Spirit to change lives. I
believe in God. I believe.
And Jesus said to him, ” ‘If You can?’ All things are possible to
him who believes.” Immediately the
boy’s father cried out and said, “I do believe; help my unbelief.”
but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the
will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.
you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the
power of the Holy Spirit. And concerning
you, my brethren, I myself also am convinced that you yourselves are full of
goodness, filled with all knowledge and able also to admonish one another . . .
Therefore in Christ Jesus I have found
reason for boasting in things pertaining to God. For I will not presume to
speak of anything except what Christ has accomplished through me . . .