That’s a fair question to ask a follower of Christ whenever he or she is facing a tough decision, isn’t it? I think so. In fact, it may be a question we don’t ask enough. After all, if we are struggling to know what to do or what to choose or which way to go, why wouldn’t we want to seek help from the author of all wisdom and knowledge who loves us and is the source of our purpose and direction? Seriously. And the truth is, a lot of times we just don’t do that? So if as we are on the threshold of some major, life-changing decision and seeking the wise counsel of a trusted friend, a gentle reminder to humbly and honestly seek God with every last bit of ourselves like the fate of the world depends on it may be the best advice a person can give.
But most of the time when somebody has asked me that question, it hasn’t been pre-decision as a way of guiding me to find my answer from the all-knowing God of the universe. It has been post-decision as a way of saying, “What they heck are you thinking?” Have you ever had that happen?
Now, granted, the question itself isn’t unreasonable, especially when it’s asked to someone who generally desires to follow Jesus. But most of the time when I’m asked that question, especially post-decision, it’s not really a question at all; it’s a statement of disapproval. It’s a roundabout way of saying, “I wouldn’t have done it that way. I don’t approve. And I think you’re an idiot.” But when it’s couched in that oh-so-spiritual-sounding phrase, the implication is, “There is NO WAY you’ve actually prayed about this because I really don’t believe God would lead you in that direction. I haven’t actually prayed about it myself, but we’re talking about you here.”
Those of you who know me well know that I tend to be a little… unconventional sometimes. I’m not much for conformity and I really don’t care too much if people think I’ve lost my mind, so I’ve heard THE QUESTION and others like it more than a few times from semi-well-intentioned people. What I’m learning more and more all the time, though, is how much of an unconventional nonconformist Jesus was, at least when compared to the prevailing ideas about what was normal in the Near East in those days. (And even more so when compared to the prevailing ideas about what is normal in the West in these days.) Not to compare myself to Jesus, because that would be, well… not much of a comparison at all, like dividing the ratio of penguins to jazz by the square root of pink; it just doesn’t compute, but seeing how misunderstood (and even hated) Jesus was by the religious people who you would think would be in his corner gives me a little hope that just maybe I’m on the right path at least part of the time. Because one guaranteed way to be misunderstood by both religious and irreligious people alike is to forsake “normal” life for a life of radical faith and obedience to Christ. And that is the life I desperately want to live.
So next time you see me after I’ve done something stupid, or when I’m in the process doing something stupid, or when I’m about to do something stupid, or when I’m thinking about doing something stupid…so pretty much just whenever you see me next…I give you permission to question me about it. Chances are, I may have done/be in the process of doing/be about to do/be thinking about doing something completely idiotic that every single person on the planet could look at and think, “What an idiot! What’s he thinking!?!” But maybe, just maybe, I’ll be following Jesus.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Can you hear me now?
I hate one-sided conversations. Maybe it’s just me, but there is very little more annoying than having to feign interest by plastering on a half-hearted smile and semi-engaged stare-into-nothingness while your “conversation” partner is experiencing diarrhea of the mouth. We’ve all been there, and it’s not fun.
But you know what is equally gut-wrenching?
Those times when the person across the table just sits there in silence, barely saying a word, where your best efforts fail to draw out even a three syllable mumble. You feel like you’re talking to a brick wall, or a tree, or a tree surrounded by a brick wall. I can be awkward and uncomfortable, or frustrating, or just bang-your-head-against-a-wall-to-add-some-excitement DULL. My guess is we’ve all been there before, too.
So what do you do when the silent person sitting across the table from you is none other than God himself? Hmm. That sounded like a good question, but now that I’ve asked it the answer seems obvious: you wait. He is God after all, and it’s not like you or I have a whole lot of leverage to pressure him into a response. But seriously, that’s what I’ve been struggling with for the past few weeks. If you’ve read some of my recent posts you know that for several months I felt a very clear sense of God leading me to take a huge step of faith away from the church I love (that also just happened to be my source of income) without having any clue whatsoever what the next step was. Was it scary? Sure! Like walking barefoot through a well-used Bessy Bingo playing field in the dark. But it was also exciting because I was certain that God was calling me to do it and that he would show me the next step. That was January 31.
The next day (naturally) was February 1. And everything changed. Well, ok, at least one thing changed.
I don’t know if Verizon dropped my call or what the deal is, but it has seemed that God has been rather silent since then. For illustration purposes, let me show you a comparison.
January 31 = Crystal clear connection.
February 1 = Silence. Nothing. Nada. Nessuno.
So as I’m trying to plan for the future, even the short-term future, it’s tough because not only do I not feel especially called to do anything in particular, I also don’t feel especially called to do nothing. So it sort of feels like trying to swim through a giant lake of tapioca pudding… minus the inability to breath tapioca.
And I’d be lying it I said it wasn’t testing me faith a little. I have found myself thinking, “God, really? What the heck. All of that build-up for this? Talk about anticlimactic! Will you just give me some direction already?” And as I’ve taken a step back, I’ve pictured God saying, “Really, that’s all you’ve got? Three weeks and you’re already flaming out?”
And that got me thinking about the Israelites. After centuries of praying for freedom, God answered their prayers and they launched out of captivity in Egypt like a jet-propelled hippo… only to come plummeting back down to earth as doubt and impatience and a lack of trust caused them to turn their backs on God and take matters into their own hands. Thplat! (That’s my attempt at describing what happens when a previously jet-propelled hippo hits the ground. It’s a combination of “thud” and “splat.”) If you remember their plight, a two year journey to the amazing Promised Land that God had been preparing for them became a forty year saga in which an entire generation had to die out before the promise became a reality. It was an ugly scene… not unlike an exploding hippo.
Think of what their lack of trust cost them. In a word: everything! As I’ve been pondering this I’ve started thinking that maybe the greatest test of faith isn’t obeying God when the path is clear and the call is certain and you feel inseparably close to him, but maybe it’s trusting God and believing God when the path ahead isn’t clear and the call isn’t certain and it seems like God is silent and distant. Maybe the real proof of a strong faith is being willing to continue grappling for answers and seeking God in the face of uncertainty, in the midst of impatience, and in the presence of doubt, when the sum total of what we have seen and experienced and know carries us through the rough patches, and the depth of our faith holds strong through the ebb and flow of our feelings and emotions.
Interestingly enough, it's been during the most challenging and even spiritually dead-feeling times in my life that I have grown the most. I'm not sure why that is, but it's true for me. More on that another time, though.
PS. Watch out for falling hippos.
But you know what is equally gut-wrenching?
Those times when the person across the table just sits there in silence, barely saying a word, where your best efforts fail to draw out even a three syllable mumble. You feel like you’re talking to a brick wall, or a tree, or a tree surrounded by a brick wall. I can be awkward and uncomfortable, or frustrating, or just bang-your-head-against-a-wall-to-add-some-excitement DULL. My guess is we’ve all been there before, too.
So what do you do when the silent person sitting across the table from you is none other than God himself? Hmm. That sounded like a good question, but now that I’ve asked it the answer seems obvious: you wait. He is God after all, and it’s not like you or I have a whole lot of leverage to pressure him into a response. But seriously, that’s what I’ve been struggling with for the past few weeks. If you’ve read some of my recent posts you know that for several months I felt a very clear sense of God leading me to take a huge step of faith away from the church I love (that also just happened to be my source of income) without having any clue whatsoever what the next step was. Was it scary? Sure! Like walking barefoot through a well-used Bessy Bingo playing field in the dark. But it was also exciting because I was certain that God was calling me to do it and that he would show me the next step. That was January 31.
The next day (naturally) was February 1. And everything changed. Well, ok, at least one thing changed.
I don’t know if Verizon dropped my call or what the deal is, but it has seemed that God has been rather silent since then. For illustration purposes, let me show you a comparison.
January 31 = Crystal clear connection.
February 1 = Silence. Nothing. Nada. Nessuno.
So as I’m trying to plan for the future, even the short-term future, it’s tough because not only do I not feel especially called to do anything in particular, I also don’t feel especially called to do nothing. So it sort of feels like trying to swim through a giant lake of tapioca pudding… minus the inability to breath tapioca.
And I’d be lying it I said it wasn’t testing me faith a little. I have found myself thinking, “God, really? What the heck. All of that build-up for this? Talk about anticlimactic! Will you just give me some direction already?” And as I’ve taken a step back, I’ve pictured God saying, “Really, that’s all you’ve got? Three weeks and you’re already flaming out?”
And that got me thinking about the Israelites. After centuries of praying for freedom, God answered their prayers and they launched out of captivity in Egypt like a jet-propelled hippo… only to come plummeting back down to earth as doubt and impatience and a lack of trust caused them to turn their backs on God and take matters into their own hands. Thplat! (That’s my attempt at describing what happens when a previously jet-propelled hippo hits the ground. It’s a combination of “thud” and “splat.”) If you remember their plight, a two year journey to the amazing Promised Land that God had been preparing for them became a forty year saga in which an entire generation had to die out before the promise became a reality. It was an ugly scene… not unlike an exploding hippo.
Think of what their lack of trust cost them. In a word: everything! As I’ve been pondering this I’ve started thinking that maybe the greatest test of faith isn’t obeying God when the path is clear and the call is certain and you feel inseparably close to him, but maybe it’s trusting God and believing God when the path ahead isn’t clear and the call isn’t certain and it seems like God is silent and distant. Maybe the real proof of a strong faith is being willing to continue grappling for answers and seeking God in the face of uncertainty, in the midst of impatience, and in the presence of doubt, when the sum total of what we have seen and experienced and know carries us through the rough patches, and the depth of our faith holds strong through the ebb and flow of our feelings and emotions.
Interestingly enough, it's been during the most challenging and even spiritually dead-feeling times in my life that I have grown the most. I'm not sure why that is, but it's true for me. More on that another time, though.
PS. Watch out for falling hippos.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Faking Honesty
I know, there hasn’t been a blog post for a while. I’ve been busy… for being unemployed. Really, I have been busy. But that’s not why there haven’t been any blog posts. You see, I’ve been writing blog posts. I just haven’t been posting them. I know, that doesn’t make sense when the purpose of writing blog posts is to post them online and let other people read them. That’s kind of what bloggers do. That’s what makes them bloggers. I guess maybe that means I’m a crappy blogger. But the fact that I’m blogging now has to count for something, right?
Just to let you in on a little secret, I guess the reason I haven’t posted any of the blog posts I’ve written lately is because, well, they’re too honest. And I’m just not sure I want to be that honest. So until I can find something to say that is more comfortable, less risky, and ultimately a less honest level of honest, I just won’t say much. In other words, until I can find a way to convincingly feign honesty (which would seem to be an oxymoron), I’m not going to risk being really, truly honest. Faking it is so much easier.
I remember times when I’ve been leading a small group Bible study or something and I really want the group to go deeper and learn to trust and be candid with each other. How do I try to get this to happen? As part of the discussion I share with the group some secret or fault or struggle from my own life as a way of modeling transparency and honesty and trust. The thing its, the secret or fault or struggle from my own life typically isn’t something that is a big deal to me in any way, shape, or form, but I play it up like it’s a big deal because I’m trying to set an example. That makes total sense, right? I’m basically pretending to be open and honest. It’s feigned honesty… which really isn’t honesty at all. And the truth is, most of us are quite accomplished at this sort of thing. What we are generally NOT good is, is true transparency, true openness, true honesty.
And you know what? It’s impossible to have true community and true friendship without those things. How are we ever going to really know each other deeply and do life together with authenticity if all of us are continually running around faking it? (That’s a rhetorical question. The answer is implied.)
Now, I’m not saying the Internet is necessarily the place to live this out. There are some things with which the nameless masses don’t need to be privy. But there has to be SOMEONE (or someoneS) who we are willing to share everything with, even the last 5%. As it is, we typically only share the stuff that we really don’t need to share while the stuff that is absolutely eating us up inside and even threatening to destroy our lives remains hidden, just out of sight, covered with a fake smile and a thin veneer of false-spirituality, like a smelly, festering sore being covered with a Hello Kitty Band-Aid.
But here’s the thing: That last 5% that lurks in the dark recesses of our lives only becomes more powerful the harder we try to keep it hidden. So it continues tearing us apart from the inside out because we are so afraid of the consequences of having our dirty laundry aired and having our dark secrets brought out into the light. But here’s the thing about deep, dark secrets that are brought out into the light: They cease being deep dark secrets. They get a little lighter and a little less secret, and because of that, they begin to lose a little of their power over you.
I think that’s why Paul said “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2 NIV).” I don’t know about you, but that verse is hard for me to live out. It’s not hard for me to carry someone else’s burden; it’s hard for me to suck it up and be honest enough to share my burdens with someone else so they can help me carry them. And that needs to stop. So maybe in a few days I’ll throw up a few long-simmering blog posts. Or not. (See, I’m just being honest!)
Just to let you in on a little secret, I guess the reason I haven’t posted any of the blog posts I’ve written lately is because, well, they’re too honest. And I’m just not sure I want to be that honest. So until I can find something to say that is more comfortable, less risky, and ultimately a less honest level of honest, I just won’t say much. In other words, until I can find a way to convincingly feign honesty (which would seem to be an oxymoron), I’m not going to risk being really, truly honest. Faking it is so much easier.
I remember times when I’ve been leading a small group Bible study or something and I really want the group to go deeper and learn to trust and be candid with each other. How do I try to get this to happen? As part of the discussion I share with the group some secret or fault or struggle from my own life as a way of modeling transparency and honesty and trust. The thing its, the secret or fault or struggle from my own life typically isn’t something that is a big deal to me in any way, shape, or form, but I play it up like it’s a big deal because I’m trying to set an example. That makes total sense, right? I’m basically pretending to be open and honest. It’s feigned honesty… which really isn’t honesty at all. And the truth is, most of us are quite accomplished at this sort of thing. What we are generally NOT good is, is true transparency, true openness, true honesty.
And you know what? It’s impossible to have true community and true friendship without those things. How are we ever going to really know each other deeply and do life together with authenticity if all of us are continually running around faking it? (That’s a rhetorical question. The answer is implied.)
Now, I’m not saying the Internet is necessarily the place to live this out. There are some things with which the nameless masses don’t need to be privy. But there has to be SOMEONE (or someoneS) who we are willing to share everything with, even the last 5%. As it is, we typically only share the stuff that we really don’t need to share while the stuff that is absolutely eating us up inside and even threatening to destroy our lives remains hidden, just out of sight, covered with a fake smile and a thin veneer of false-spirituality, like a smelly, festering sore being covered with a Hello Kitty Band-Aid.
But here’s the thing: That last 5% that lurks in the dark recesses of our lives only becomes more powerful the harder we try to keep it hidden. So it continues tearing us apart from the inside out because we are so afraid of the consequences of having our dirty laundry aired and having our dark secrets brought out into the light. But here’s the thing about deep, dark secrets that are brought out into the light: They cease being deep dark secrets. They get a little lighter and a little less secret, and because of that, they begin to lose a little of their power over you.
I think that’s why Paul said “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ (Galatians 6:2 NIV).” I don’t know about you, but that verse is hard for me to live out. It’s not hard for me to carry someone else’s burden; it’s hard for me to suck it up and be honest enough to share my burdens with someone else so they can help me carry them. And that needs to stop. So maybe in a few days I’ll throw up a few long-simmering blog posts. Or not. (See, I’m just being honest!)
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