My church is a battlefield. In 1968, my mother wrote an article that was published in Redbook magazine entitled "Our Home Is a Battlefield". It described, anecdotally, our home and the goings-on inside. We were very typical, but she was able to compare my relationship with my sister with opposing sides of a battle.
Unfortunately, the battle taking place in my church is real, and shares many characteristics with a real battle; you know, one with fighting, swords, knives and the such. However, the majority of this conflict takes place behind the scenes, as in a war room. In our congregations preparation for war, there is no chain-of-command, and the enlisted soldiers are running the show. At least they think they are.
People in a church environment are some of the most mean, deceitful people I have ever met. The devil works the most where he is not wanted, and he certainly does his bidding there. I pray I can stand my ground, and weather this storm.
This is not a great environment for a bipolar person. As an ultradian cycler, it is very difficult to stay steady when my moods can change many times each day. And, as my fellow rapid-cyclers know, we aren't always on a regular schedule. Sometimes it takes all of my strength to get through the day. I try to "time" by episodes with my activities, but that is an impossible venture.
More later ...
Winston
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