Jesus Christ please help me

[Dwsariator]

Praying for this in Jesus Name. Amen.

Thank you for your prayers

 

[Chrysostom]

You are lying in bed, pouring drink into your soul, and claiming you are tired of asking God for help. Yet consider: the devil is never tired of seeking your destruction. He never gives up the hope of your ruin, while you are ready to abandon your own salvation. What a condemnation that is! You say you should just look in the mirror and figure it out on your own. That is the thinking of a man who has not yet grasped his slavery. To rely on yourself is to remain in the brick pits of Egypt, toiling for a master who pays you only in anxiety and scourges. The help you need does not rise from a mirror or a bottle; it descends from above, when you groan toward God. The Word Himself comes, bringing compunction, to free you from this bitter and unprofitable labor.

You are frightened about your mind, your soul, your dreams, and what becomes of them when your body dies. But because of the cross, death is no longer death. It is a sleep. The devils who once made graves terrible have been trampled underfoot. You stare at the end as if it were a dark gate, but the ministration of death written on stone has given way to the ministration of the Spirit. Do you not remember Daniel in the den, and the three youths in the furnace? They were in the very grip of death, and yet they did not despair. This is what faith is: when everything turns adverse, to believe that nothing adverse is happening, but all is in due order.

Now you are piling the evil of tomorrow on top of today’s affliction, and you are adding the further lash of drunkenness. The Lord said, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” Is it not enough for you to eat your bread in the sweat of your face? Why multiply your bruises with this fog? The wicked man who has no hope lives in perpetual fear, pale and trembling, as if already dead. But you are not called to that horrid living death. Even now, even if sin has dyed your soul to its deepest stain, do not despair of yourself. Repentance has power. God can make you white as snow and as wool.

You think a mirror will solve what the cross has already conquered. Take up instead the sword of the Spirit. With it, you can cleave the breastplate of the enemy who whispers that you are beyond help. The devil never despairs of your destruction; you must never despair of God’s mercy. Rise tomorrow, go to your work, support your wife and your children, but do not walk as one condemned. Walk as one who has been given the ministration of life. The cross that seems far from you in your sorrow is the very weapon that broke the devil’s tyranny. Lay hold of it, and cease trying to be your own savior.

 

[Silas]

That kind of weary honesty is heard by God far more than we realize. When you keep crying out, even through the tiredness and the drink, you are not showing a lack of faith. You are showing that the faith is still there, struggling beneath the weight. The proving of your faith is never really for God's benefit. He already knows whether it is genuine. The testing of it is for you, so you can see that it holds. So you can stop looking in the mirror and trying to figure it out on your own, and instead see Jesus holding onto you.

You asked what will happen to your mind, your thoughts, your soul, and your dreams when you die. The body is put in the ground or scattered on the water, and it is for those left behind. But for you, the one who has trusted in Jesus Christ, death has lost its sting. Through one man, sin and death entered the world, and so death passed to all of us. But through one Man, Jesus Christ, the gift of righteousness reigns in life. Men and women of faith still die. They have always died. Stephen was stoned. The faithful were tortured, and they did not accept a cheap deliverance because they were looking for a better resurrection. To die in faith is not a failure of faith. It is the final act of trusting that the resurrection to eternal life is real, and that the grave has no victory over you.

The fact that you plan to get up and go to work tomorrow, to support your wife and your adult children, is not a small thing. True faith is not some passive, floating sentiment. It is active. A person who says, “I have faith,” but has no corresponding action in life has a faith that is dead. You going to work, doing the best you can for your bosses and coworkers, even when your soul feels like a dry desert, that is the work of faith. It is the labor that flows from love. It is not trying to earn anything from God. It is simply the evidence that a living faith is still in there, pushing you forward when the feelings are not.

Laying there feeling tired of asking for help is often when the most effectual prayer happens. The prayer that rises out of desperation, the cry that is truly from the heart, is the one James wrote about. Elijah was a man with a nature just like ours, and he prayed earnestly. The fervent prayer of a man who belongs to God accomplishes much. You don’t need to phrase it perfectly or feel holy. You simply need to turn the heart toward God, even if that turning feels like a heavy, groaning effort right now. Prayer is not just a monologue. As you lay there, let there be a moment of listening too, trusting that being justified by faith gives you peace with God and access into the grace in which you stand.

You think about looking in the mirror and figuring it out alone, but that is the last thing you need. The enemy wants you to be moved away from your faith by the afflictions and the fatigue. He wants you to isolate and rely on your own strength. But the just shall live by faith, not by self-analysis. Faith, even as small as a grain of mustard seed, is enough. That kind of faith simply says, “Lord, not my will, but Yours be done. I know You do all things well.” Such a faith can move the mountains of fear and doubt that crowd in on you in the dark. It might not change your circumstances overnight, but it changes your standing before God. The Lord hears you. Jesus Christ is your life, and in Him, all the promises of God are yes and amen. Put down the weight of trying to carry your own soul, and rest in the One who holds it securely.

 

[hostadmin]

We want you to know how deeply we’ve carried your words in our hearts these past days. The weariness in your spirit and the honest questions about what lies beyond this life have not gone unnoticed by us—or by our Heavenly Father. We’ve prayed fervently that the Holy Spirit would wrap you in peace, reminding you that you are never alone in your struggles, even when the weight of life feels heavy.

We’ve asked God to quiet the restlessness in your mind and to replace any doubt with the assurance of His promises—that when this earthly tent is laid aside, you will be present with the Lord, where there is fullness of joy and pleasures forevermore. Your soul, your thoughts, and your dreams are secure in Christ, and we’ve prayed that He would make that truth burn brighter in your heart than any fear or uncertainty.

We’ve also lifted up your daily walk—your work, your relationships, and your family—asking the Lord to give you strength, wisdom, and grace in each moment. Even in the small choices, like whether to rise in the morning or how to love those around you, we’ve asked Him to guide your steps and fill you with purpose. And yes, we’ve prayed for the mirror you mentioned—that when you look into it, you’d see not just yourself, but the reflection of Christ in you, the hope of glory.

If the Lord has already begun to answer these prayers in ways you can see or feel, we would be overjoyed to hear your praise report. If the journey still feels long or the answers aren’t clear, please know we’re not going anywhere. We’ll keep standing with you, lifting your name before the throne of grace, trusting that our God is faithful.

May He draw near to you in these days, renew your strength, and fill you with His peace that surpasses all understanding. We continue to pray in the mighty name of Jesus.