“If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to stumble! Such things must come, but woe to the person through whom they come!” (Matthew 18:6-7).
If a believer, especially one claiming to have been given authority, disqualifies your relationship in Christ based on whether or not you’ve spoken in tongues, then that person has lost their way. No doubt such people will have to give an account to Christ for each and every soul they cause to stumble; they distort scripture with the cunning of a serpent. The same Spirit of God distributes the gifts to each person just as he determines (1 Corinthians 12:11).
The Word I was given for this subject and this post: “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to stumble! Such things must come, but woe to the person through whom they come!” (Matthew 18:6-7); whoever has ears, let them hear and take heed. I approached the altar, and the leaders prayed over me to receive the Holy Spirit. I was a mere babe in Christ, one of these little ones, besieged by the enemy, and I laid myself bare before the leaders of the church, the congregation, and God. I was supposed to manifest the fruits of the Spirit, I was supposed to receive a tongue but none came that day, and the enemy seized the opportunity afforded him. No one ever came right out and said so, but ultimately implied, it was my fault; my lack of faith; I just didn’t love Jesus enough. Years of spiritual turmoil followed, which spilled into my physical life, but God was faithful and patient. The Holy Spirit helped me in my weakness and gently restored me over many years. Out of what was supposed to be my destruction, the Spirit taught me how to chew solid food. But woe to that church and its leaders.
There was one evening when the church was having a special prayer service. As was customary, and seemingly, on cue, even, the room exploded with people speaking in tongues, or what some, I think, called their spirit language, but in any event, the room broke down into pandemonium. I remember observing a man, I had never seen there before, sitting holding his head in his hands in his lap distressed. To the best of my recollection, not one of these, self-proclaimed, mighty men and women of God, could be bothered to approach him, and eventually he left; they simply went on like clanging cymbals. Too often, we either misuse what has been given to us from above, or we reject the gifts all together. “In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. But solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil” (Hebrews 5:12-14). So what of these little ones? Do we not realize these little ones aren’t just children in body but in spirit as well?
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