Posted: February 28th, 2008 |
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I spend a lot of time thinking about the countless numbers of people who want to know more about God and desire a relationship with Jesus, but won’t go to church because of the people in it. It’s easy for people to brush them off as self seeking sinners and go on with church business as usual. However, one can’t completely ignore the thousands of people who have been turned off by their ‘Christian’ friends and turned away by inattentive pastors.
I read a blog written by a very intelligent and open minded young woman who attended a youth group as a teenager. She had a self described intense and passionate love for Jesus and was a fast friend for her fellow church attendees. As she was developing her faith system and undergoing the torturous, yet necessary, experimental stage of her adolescence, she had many controversial views on life and the liberties it accompanied. When she would share her life theories with the church leaders, her questions would be shut down and she would be steered in a direction of religious formulas and rules designed to eliminate the need for questions about the life of a Christian.
Although confused, she was not a bit deterred from the task of sorting out life philosophies, theology queries and the search for deeper spiritual understanding. She did learn rather quickly, however, to not ask the big boys at church the big questions. She wrote of learning that people who called themselves Christians had no idea how to hold a conversation about their faith, let alone have any room for or knowledge of gaps in the very faith system in which their lives were devoted.
The intelligent and inquisitive blog author is now a practicing witch under the Vodoun belief. She has, no doubt, forfeited a relationship with Jesus to seek another religion. I wonder, could she have been saved with love rather than with regulations? Rules are set up to control the individual inclination to act for ones’ self. Grace is set up to redeem the individual self to a position of upright standing even if the individual is a chronic head stander.
Many arguments can be made about her initial relationship with Jesus and the foundational setting in which she was brought up, but the fact remains that there is a world that is tired of the apparently thoughtless church that would rather have a group of soldiers that look the part than a diverse group of characters that can actually be the part.
The life of a believer is a process by which an individual of flesh and blood undergoes a life changing event with a supernatural occurrence of the Spirit of the Almighty entering the defiled shell of man, bringing his spirit to life. The old man is still there and has urges, twitches, questions and niches. In the life process, the old man is continually brought to a face to face confrontation with the new man and is repeatedly submitted and acquitted.
When you deal, on a day to day basis, with anybody in a flesh and blood condition, you are dealing with a half baked product. He is mushy, ill formed and unfit for consumption. If you are looking for a finished product to set on display as your own trophy of disciple making accomplishment then you are setting yourself up for a monumental temple bruising. The pedestal that any man can elevate to is a mirage. As soon as you rely on him to perform he will fall from the height and bash you on the way down.
If you are looking for a photo-op worthy performance then you will be inclined to discipline him severely and you may even remove your hand of friendship as a sign of dissociation for a badge earning display to your fellow achievement motivated bruisers. There is a thick blooded social club formed within the steeple topped walls and, little ‘g’, god forbid the fellow who defies the temperamental windmill powered spirit that leads the sign seeking devotees to their patch of unattainable immortal morality.
The challenge is as follows: What is wrong with an inquisitive mind that seeks the truth no matter what it may be? What if a person, heart after God, heads hell bent and long winded down the wrong path? Does your panic set in, or do you trust God to lead them down a path of personal discovery? Do you know that the most influential people on Earth are also the most unruly and somewhat scary in their wild ideas and unconventional formulas? If you trust God to care for His own sheep, then you can gently culminate a herd of well bread animals that, in the heartbreaking event they get lost, can rely on their unique and authentic Spiritual DNA to lead them back to the path that is illuminated in the light of unabashed grace.
Single mindedness is not the same as narrow mindedness. Having an open mind while maintaining the single focus of following Jesus and gathering Godly truth is what it’s all about. People learn more from their failures than they do by trying to avoid failing. You lose your need for Jesus when you spend all of your energy trying to cultivate a moral life.
I am someone who can provide bloody testimony supporting that fact. I have found myself lined up with scripture as a complete moral failure more so than as a rule following, formula abiding, peer pleasing marionette. I found authenticity in obscurity and Jesus in desolation. Death to self came in the experience of sin. Life and Truth came to replace reputation and self seeking inspiration.
Posted: February 28th, 2008 |
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If you knew who I was, you might not listen. If you knew what I’ve done, you might be inclined to reject the words I’ve penned. So close your eyes and don’t look at me when I speak. Run my words through a filter to take out the character and personality of me, the one who speaks them. Take me out of the equation. No pity. No approval.
You can’t get love if you don’t give it. You can’t be free unless you loose what is bound. Hatred breathes and grows and consumes what is owned and the object of what you despise may never know what you wish to demise. Forgiveness is your weapon. Love is your power and your reward.
We are one breed, one in kind and classification. We shred ourselves by divisions in race, religion, failure and aspiration. Misery loves company and the only thing to show for your union is a dark and damp offering to the gods of the diseased selfishness. Love is the hardest thing to choose because it causes you to deny yourself and open up to the failures of others.
Superstitions and dusty traditions hold back the innovators and originators. How can you be something new if you don’t do something you’ve never done? How can you learn if you don’t open up to the idea that you have something yet to learn?
Take everything that you can physically lose and mentally lose it. Find who you are in the loss of everything that has always defined you.
Befriend the unlikely. Forgive the blameworthy. Love the insufferable.
Be the upheaval.
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Posted: February 23rd, 2008 |
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she felt the chill before she saw their shape
godlessness had rendered her fully awake
she wanted to run but there was only the night
they pulled at her clothes and froze out her fight
they screamed at her from their evil abyss
so many voices became one in deaths’ kiss
she screamed no but something swallowed her voice
it was her own fault, failure was her choice
they mocked her cries and tore at her skin
she had no excuse because of her sin
she cried to her friends, the ones she betrayed
she reached out her hands as they walked away
they pushed her back down and gashed her some more
they spit at her mouth and called her a whore
off in the distance from a cloud of white light
whispered a voice that told her to fight
use what you know to get on your feet
faith saved you once, it is faith this’ll beat
shutting her eyes to the tearing of her soul
she whispered his name until she was whole
she rests in a place that’s lonely for winners
her faith won the fight because grace is for sinners.
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Posted: February 13th, 2008 |
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Have you ever been standing in front of people trying to act natural? All eyes are on you, or so you think, and you cannot find a natural standing position. Your eyes are shifty, you can’t decide if you should breath through your nose, which has become noisier than you remember, or breath through your mouth, which creates a new set of problems. Not wanting to distract people with your deviated septum, you lick your lips a little and part them just enough to let a little air through. There aren’t many things less attractive than an unconcious mouth breather, so you keep your little sliver of air space barely noticeable. Almost immediately you begin feeling lightheaded and weak and realize that you’re not getting enough oxygen so you open your mouth a bit more until you find a balance between a certian level of inconspicuous mouth breathing and a reasonable ration of oxygen that keeps you from passing out.
Once you get the breathing thing figured out, then you start to worry about your posture. Shoulders back…no, down. Or down and back. Standing up straight is tiring, does it even look natural or do you look like you’re trying too hard? Suddenly your hands feel oddly heavy as they dangle down there on the ends of your arms with all the blood rushing in to them, pulling them closer and closer to your knees. Why have you never noticed how ape-ishly long your arms are? My gosh, what do you do with your fingers? Do you straighten them? You steal a quick glance down at your abnormally rigid hands and quickly release them before anyone else notices your robot stance. You try to place them elegantly on your thighs and feeling a bit too pageanty, you try a fist, no, too nervous looking. Palms out, too messianic. Arms against sides, too stiff. Arms elevating, what are you, a marionette? You look around the room trying to mimic what other people are doing, but can’t quite find a fit.
You scan the other faces to see if anyone notices your bizarre behavior. The results are inconclusive. You only meet a few pair of eyes that shifted toward yours after you were looking for them. You jerk your eyes to the floor, then over to the side and slowly you risk looking around again. There are the eyes again. You nonchalantly glance toward the ceiling, pretending to not notice. Like a magnet on your way back down, you lock in on the eyes again. Are they staring at you? That’s so awkward. Now everytime you look around you have to avoid looking in that direction. Only to let curiosity get the best of you and you check to see if they’re still staring. They’re not, but as soon as you look over they look up. Oh, my gosh. Now’re you’re the one with the staring problem.
….. waiting bites.