spiritually fat

Posted: October 31st, 2011 | Filed under: life | Tags: | 14 Comments »

I’m not repulsed by much. I don’t get offended by things that are typically offensive. I am drawn to what is real and cannot connect with what is not. I see people who are so far away from what is real that they are no longer recognizable as people. They’ve become marionettes with public approval pulling their strings.

They dip everything in liquified sugar, coating what is left of their flesh and blood heart with teeth rotting shine.

That’s what is offensive.

Don’t talk about your pain with that Disney whisper and cartoon smile. Don’t use cliches as periods.

It’s offensive because you’re not trying to convince others, you’re trying to convince yourself. People don’t try to convince themselves of something they believe. When you seal off the broken places with cheap white paint, you don’t give anyone the opportunity to graft to your heart.

When a man prunes his trees, he seals off the raw places with a solution that never allows new growth in that cut off place. He does this to protect the rest of the tree from the trauma of shaping.

When God prunes His branches, He grafts the raw places together. One branch is cut from one area and grafted into a new area. Nothing is thrown in the junk fire unless unbelief makes the graft not take. This grafting goes against nature and it doesn’t make sense. (Romans 11)

God does not ask you to cover your broken places with the saccharine of self preservation.

A tree that has been broken, when left alone, will seep sap to seal itself off. When you are broken, let your cries of pain be heard. Don’t hide behind what you think you should be, rushing the healing as though saying it will fix it. You become a sealed off stump with no growth and no new fruit. The stump will have to be cut back even more so that new life can be grafted in.

Real is drawn to real. It relaxes the inner struggle of everyone else so that they can talk about their pain and find healing. You don’t have to mask your inability, none of us have the ability.

The ripped open search everywhere for someone who has been there. They’ve been debarked and ripped apart. They are the silent scream from the ditch by the streets with blood seeping from their pores and vultures catching their scent mid-flight. They’re passed up by people who claimed to know the Rescuer. One is getting his sermon shined. The other is posing for photographs. The other is getting his humanity trimmed.Β The other is baking cookies of sugar salvation for tea with fellow Ladies of Good Deeds. People who claim to know the Savior carry Him in a crock-pot right past the Ditch of Starvation and into the Halls of the Filled Up.

Maybe the dish they prepared was meant for the beggar they would pass on the way to their destination. Instead of reserving their talent for those who will celebrate how great they are, they should give it away to those who may not ever understand the treasure. They may show up late and empty handed to the watering hole, but the story of poured out love is so much more satisfying than an extra dish that just adds fat to the fed.

You can’t pour out if you seal up the broken places. You just become spiritually fat with the others who wear the same mask.

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14 Comments on “spiritually fat”

  1. 1 @BrookeWrites said at 12:40 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    I'm going to have to ponder this, as I do most of what you write friend. But the picture at the end sealed the deal for me and I agree. I don't have much else to say. But thank you for being one of the real ones. Above all else, I appreciate that you are a truth-teller, and that you do it with grace.

  2. 2 serenawoods said at 12:46 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    Thanks, Brooke. πŸ™‚

  3. 3 Diane said at 12:40 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    "… give it away to those who may not ever understand the treasure."

    That's what I want to do. That's who I want to be…. someone who does that. And with everything God puts into my hands. To never treasure anything so much that I hold onto it as my own. And to never see the giving away as something to boost myself up or serve my own ends. Always to be flagrantly relentlessly generous with it all, and always to boost Him up and to serve His own ends.
    And my goodness as I wrote that out, all I could think of is how far I have to go.

  4. 4 Michelle said at 12:46 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    "The ripped open search everywhere for someone who has been there…"

    That's why I come here. I know you are real and will speak of the pain. So many times you put words to where I am this day. And that paragraph I began to quote…yeah. People are so busy working to be noticed, or to feel good about their spiritual gifts, they fail to see the blood poured out in front of them. The blood they helped to spill with the rocks they threw.

    I want to speak openly of my pain, but I find I do it in secret places. Places where I feel safe from the scutiny of the vultures…and then I'm still left to wonder…is any place really safe…? (to be continued…)

  5. 5 Michelle said at 12:46 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    (continuation…)
    In Him. Not to spiritualize, but to speak what I've learned…and if it's all I ever learn from the pain, it's enough. It's everything. In Him I find the place that is truly safe. Others can speak their words of condemnation, or worse, say nothing at all…just pretend I've disappeared…but He sees me. And I see Him…and He's not holding any rocks. He is allowing me to bleed so that I may be healed…I want to grow. I hope to grow. I'm letting the blood run so I will scab over as He directs the healing.

    And, it hurts.
    But, I pray, I'm losing weight.

    My recent post The Self-Existent One

  6. 6 serenawoods said at 7:10 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    Michelle, I absolutely love this. πŸ™‚

    It makes me think of the Sifted As Wheat conference: a safe place to bleed, to question, and to learn how to help others navigate their own junk while you no longer hide yours.

  7. 7 Michelle said at 8:49 am on November 1st, 2011:

    I hope I can make it to the conference…
    My recent post The Self-Existent One

  8. 8 serenawoods said at 12:47 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    I think we all have far to go. πŸ™‚ but, at least we're moving.

  9. 9 @JCWert said at 1:18 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    So much to say but I'll just say "Amen, Serena. Amen."
    My recent post Day 303: Take a lesson from me

  10. 10 serenawoods said at 1:31 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    awesome, Jason. Thanks. πŸ™‚

  11. 11 Heather said at 3:02 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    I love this. I don't know what this means for me right now. But I know that it is true and I have to look out for it and at times fight it away.

  12. 12 serenawoods said at 7:11 pm on October 31st, 2011:

    Thanks, Heather. πŸ™‚

  13. 13 @CheskaFaith said at 9:13 pm on November 1st, 2011:

    Wow. Really loved this…

  14. 14 Charise Christianson said at 3:56 pm on November 3rd, 2011:

    Praise God!! Thank you for saying it straight, it's the truth that sets you free, not fluff! Thank you, this really convicts me.


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