All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had.
Allowing yourself to be cared for by your fellow believer is one of the most courageous and Biblical things you can possibly do. This culture will not teach us this. And if we know anything, it is that culture influences even Christ’s body to conform to it.
There was a period of time where I had just moved to a new state and was without a car. This did not last very long, but for the length of time that it did, it was a struggle. My fiance is honestly the most selfless person I know and toted me around to work and the like, but with a life and job of his own, this was a burden for me to ask of him. So when I could, I would ask other people for rides if it was convenient and on the way. On the way home one day with my college pastor, I was telling her how difficult it was for me to have her drive me down the street, even though her house was literally a street down from hers.
Pride, disguised as humility.
She proceeded to tell me of an experience she had in Europe. Most people do not have their own cars and rely on getting rides from others to get around. And though not many of us would be comfortable adopting this as a permanent lifestyle, it speaks volumes about who we are as a culture. We are taught to be self sustaining, to not bother others, to be one step ahead of the game. But the lessons I learned about accepting help were profound during that time, as well as the amount of times I was told that it was a BLESSING to others to care for my need and help me in that way. The early church thrived because they shared all they had with each other.
I spend a whole lot of time taking my needs before the Lord and when he uses His people to fulfill them, pushing back on the help. I spend a whole lot of time asking Him to allow me to see His provision and fighting it when it’s right in front of me, simply because it is unexpected, uncomfortable, and maybe not in the way I desire it.
Pride says to hide. Pride says we can do this alone. Pride says His goodness is too good to possibly be real. Pride says there’s a loophole somewhere, or hidden strings attached. Pride says we aren’t good enough to receive, and likes to disguise itself as humility.
But pride is wrong. Pride is fully flesh, it’s the most bitter of seeds in all humans. Acknowledge it. Call it out by its name. Allow yourself to be loved, to be cared for, to receive.
Recognize what laying down your pride looks like for you. Uncover what it is disguising itself as. There’s a whole world on the other side of it. Open yourself up to community and embracement. The enemy hates it. It’s a slap in his face. Yet it is God’s best for us to simply receive. He’s all about gifting His children, if only we would lay down our nothings for His overflowing, our not enough’s for His more than enough’s.
I am learning how to receive. And learning is the most painful process. But what a gift to have to accept that doing this life alone is not an option for the believer. What a beautiful way to live, for the other.