Leaving Comfortable

I’m looking forward to seeing this again when we leave for Asia in less than two weeks: (I know it’s shaky and inadequate but the communist government took all the good footage)

We won’t only be in communist Vietnam and China this year but also the Muslim nations of Malaysia, Indonesia, and Brunei. Communists are political power-mongers; they wouldn’t hurt an American citizen. Brunei, on the other hand, is the only country I will have ever visited (so far) that is under Sharia Law. I don’t expect to be nabbed for a harem or anything but women there have little value as thinking, responsible human beings.  I’m braced for some interesting encounters. Friends and family here in the U.S. are already praying for our safety AND for a tsunami of spiritual awakening.

I was just thinking this week that the best experiences in life happen when you’re living WAY outside you’re comfort zone, doing what you never could have imagined or planned. In fact, comfort and predictability are highly over-rated. We might say we like the control of neat, little schedules, quaint houses, and tidy budgets but, just consider; if we’re comfortable, we don’t want to move.  Like it talks about in Newton’s Law of Kinetic Energy… an object at rest wants to stay at rest; it resists movement. Likewise an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by a force equal to its mass times acceleration (F=ma).

I love the study of energy, partly because I have a ton of it, partly because I think all natural laws are applicable to the human spirit. If we don’t move, we fear more, expect less, resist change and acquire fat, cumbersome assets.  It’s a vicious cycle. Everything that scripture lists as signs of life are extinguished in us if we don’t move. How can your heart beat if you don’t move? How can you feel if you cut off the circulation of life-giving blood to parts of your body? (yeah, there are some definite spiritual analogies in there)

I’m looking forward to moving a lot in coming months. It’ll be the exercise of a lifetime. Goodbye comfortable; I’m leaving for a two-month work-out!

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Just Skin

I was cornered. The gym had been empty when I got there but the former Israeli soldier, now personal trainer, showed up out of the blue at my side while I was unstringing my headphones to begin warming up.  At first, these “chance” meetings at various A.M. hours when few other patrons were present seemed harmless; they were accompanied by shallow conversation, equally shallow flattery, and a complete lack of assumptions on my part.  It was too early in the morning to deal with any trouble, I thought. Besides, he was just a nice guy doing his job. Or, so I believed, until surface compliments about muscle tone and complexion turned into invitations and blatant expression of intentions.  I would have been flattered if I knew he was a man of character or if he knew anything about me except the way I look.

I was stuck again… in a dimly-lit, dead-end hallway outside the lobby restrooms at our hotel in Miami.  It’s the kind of city you have to be careful in anyway but you’d think a girl with her entire family of 5 would be an unlikely target for trouble. I’d just come back from dinner with my family and ran into the handsome, young, Cuban bartender who’d just recommended the restaurant we tried. He was-to put it bluntly-strikingly attractive, like he’d just walked off the set of Smallville or some other TV show where everyone is physically flawless; but the way he looked at me was long, intense, and made my skin crawl. In the low-light of the hallway, my heart beat hard and my head screamed warnings as I kindly responded to his questions about our dinner. When he advanced a step and said, “You are so beautiful,” I graciously smiled, said “thank you,” and walked away immediately before he could say anything more. I wanted to feel flattered by the attention but I realized there was no investment of time or emotional depth in the compliment. It was empty.

FYI: It’s usually my practice and advice to avoid any situations where one is alone and vulnerable.  Both instances were deeply concerning and inspired increased vigilance on my part.

These two scenarios from the past week could be interpreted more positively. The encounters could have been sizzling, “love-at-first-sight” scenes in any one of today’s sex-driven romantic movies or television sitcoms. If we didn’t know better, we could be drawn into thinking this kind of interaction is good.  “Hot” or “sexy” is what society tells us is desirable today, potentially even leading to love, but is this the kind of attention we’re supposed to be looking for?  You can’t pick up a book, watch a movie, listen to a song, or glance at an ad that doesn’t tell us “sexy” equals “beautiful.” The message is that sexy/beautiful people are more loved.  Neither assumption is true but we believe it because everyone else does.  Sexual desire (aka: chemistry) isn’t love.  It’s a selfish counterfeit.

As a result of all this emphasis on skin, physical attraction has been elevated to such a dominant level in romantic relationships that our concept of love between a man and a woman is morbidly shallow. I was struck by this even more when I heard the perspective of several men attending churches we’ve been with recently. A young pastor’s aid commented that the girls he’d just met at a particular church were “fine.” The emphasis on appearance was similar to what I’ve come to expect from many if not most men, regardless of their theology.  Girls are also guilty of perpetuating this cycle.  It’s tragic and sad.

How different are we really? How different are we supposed to be?

We are so much more than just skin.

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Free Thought? How About I Give You a Penny For It?

Thoughts have been on my mind a lot lately and I mean that in the philosophical sense, not the literal sense (although both would be true). My one-track mind has been running a marathon this week.

Don’t worry, that’s my last pun for the day.

Engaging in “free thought” is considered a good thing in America, so is being “open-minded” (and I’m careful to reference my culture here because I’m acutely aware this isn’t true of all) but I’ve been questioning how good a thing it is to open one’s mind to everything. To those of us in the free world, open-mindedness seems the only acceptable modern response to all questions of compromise; it’s become very much like education in application… you know, that presumed solution the government prescribes for almost every social problem.

According to every secular professor I’ve ever had (and even some that claim Christianity), for me to be a quality student in today’s academic world it’s a basic necessity to study (aka: meditate on) perverted ideology, base lifestyles, and expletives. You’re not well-educated until you’ve read all the “Greats.” I don’t disagree that we need to acknowledge other perspectives (that’s an important part of understanding one’s audience) and take all angles into account when facing any decision; however, in terms of thinking through and acting on what’s right as a believer in Jesus Christ, I’m not at all satisfied with the blanket assertion that damaging ideologies and dirty laundry deserve equal air time in our thoughts.

Elisabeth Elliot is one of my favorite authors for her experience and her spiritual intelligence. She said, “So-called realism in literature usually treats evil as though it were the only reality and good as though it were fantasy. It concentrates on the ash can and the outhouse in the backyard, ignoring the rose bush in the front yard, which is certainly as real as they are.” I know only too well how accurate this is.

Last year, when I was working as a teaching assistant at Cedarville University, I was more sad than shocked when I was told by a male freshman student that he was being required to study sexually explicit material for his literature class.  I felt absolutely sick inside over the position a divorced, female lit prof was putting the guy in and helped him fight the nefarious assignment all the way to the Dean of Humanities. The reasoning behind the uncomfortable standoff was this: Study is the same as meditation and, for any virgin working to maintain total purity before God, a graded vicarious sexual experience is as much rape as a professor requiring a student to sleep with him or her for a grade. You can always take a zero but the injustice was unconscionable. Sadly, my friend was only one student out of four classes who said “no” to that assignment last year and he wouldn’t have done it without the support.  At a Christian university, this issue required as much courage, reasoning, and debate as I had been forced to apply as a freshman at a secular university a few years prior.

Socrates was one of the first to make reasoning and morality an art form through rhetorical debate and philosophy.  His arguments against the sophists of his day were revolutionary in that they were guided by more than physical values, values we as Christians should know by heart.  Truth, according to Socrates, was divine and beyond us.  He didn’t have the Bible to solidify his logic but we do. Unfortunately, even in our time, with all our highly-prized education, we continue to use the worn-out sophistries of obligation, moderation, happiness, comfort (I’m not comfortable with this), pragmatism, responsibility (this is my life), technical feasibility (if we can do it, let’s), etc. They’re all based on our ever-changing feelings and have no concrete foundation. Anything can be used to prove what we want to believe. One can listen to a political speech today and note dozens of sophistries in a single sitting but few have the discernment, courage, or values to publicly call them out. Without moral gravity, our values are left to float aimlessly and our arguments exemplify it.

Although some may have the intelligence to discern Truth, the one who stands for Truth won’t be popular.  Socrates was right when he said the “truth-teller” will have his eyes gouged out. It’s unfortunate but typical that people are often offended by the mere proximity of a person who won’t “keep an open mind” with regards to sin and selfishness. We don’t literally gouge people’s eyes out today, heaven forbid, but we certainly make it known that to live, think, and always reach for goodness is naive, sheltered, hung-up, high-and-mighty, or any other label that will exonerate us from accountability to that same standard (I’m having Sarah-Palin-blog-deja-vu right now). We pity them, treat them like lesser members of society, think of them as “less honest” with themselves and others because they won’t validate their lonely, wicked, arrogant, sad, or depressed thoughts by publicizing them. We hunt tirelessly for the failings of a “do-gooder” and then crucify him or her for the inevitable discoveries saying, “See, see! You’re just like us, you sad, little pretender.”

Who’s pretending?!!

Honestly, the whole concept of “free thought” in terms of expressing the underbelly of life IS the opposite of “taking captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” The little boogers don’t want to be caged; it takes massive effort to put them away.  Jesus asks what’s not possible for us to do by ourselves… even in regards to our thoughts and words. It’s hard work but we do it anyway.

The Christian life would be easy if your meditation didn’t matter and you could watch any movie or listen to any music or read any literature or ogle any picture. There’s a ton of thought stimulation available to us. Regardless of what side of the fence you’re on, we’re responsible for our minds, words, and actions. That’s a given. So what’s our response? Peter says to “prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed.” A thought is way more costly or valuable than I think we realize.

And no, I seriously doubt a penny would even begin to cover it.

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High

I just got back from hiking all over a mountain in the rain. My family is out in Oregon where we experienced Mount Hood at it’s best.  If you ever get a chance to hike to the top of Multanomah Falls and look out over the Columbia River in the rain, it’s gorgeous. You almost feel like you’re touching the sky and everything below you looks small and insignificant.

My brother’s teacher once prayed, “Lord, thank you for the mountaintop moments, the Mountain Dew moments, the Dr. Pepper moments…” If you’re good at interpreting eccentric prayers, maybe you can help me with the second half of Mr. Smith’s expression of gratitude.  But the mountaintop moments are worth remembering in every prayer, every minute of the day.

You and I climb a lot of mountains (metaphorically speaking).  There’s no way to get over them without God’s help but once you get to the top… wow…  You feel closer to Him than you’ve ever felt in your whole life and all the walls that looked so big when you were standing next to them on the ground look small and insignificant from up so high.

I love those reminders of how awesome and big God is. Just like that song we used to sing as children: “Our God is so big/so strong and so mighty/There’s nothing my God cannot do…”

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Ah-Men

I was reading in the beautiful book of Psalms this week as I often do when another big life-change hits. It’s just like hearing the angst, impassioned pleas, and wisdom of a dear friend who has endured the same struggles and range of emotions I have. One can always find such comfort in this simple understanding of the human experience. Today’s reading stuck out to me in such an odd way, I had to share.

Psalm 56:1 says:

“Be merciful to me, oh God
for men hotly pursue me.”

I was so inspired by the author’s sentiment, all I could say was “Ah-men.”

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The Battle for Innocence

Sides were drawn in a garden thousands of years ago. Two trees physically

illustrated the choice between God and his jealous opponent.  Eating “Life” was the key to keeping a perfect relationship with the awesome, almighty Creator of the Universe. Eating Knowledge of Good and Evil was the alternative, providing the ability to “be your own person” without God.

The choices were represented by simple consumption, a cause and effect. You eat one, you get this result… you eat the other, you get another result. (I’d like to emphasize this as an important fact. It’s still true in much of life.)

Despite the free-will consumption option, there really wasn’t much drive to eat Knowledge of Good and Evil. Why would anyone want something different from the life and relationship they were made for? Back then, we already had every natural desire completely satisfied. In addition to living in paradise, we had a close, committed friend that read our thoughts right out of our head and loved every one of them because hanging out with us was the reason he created the world. Not to mention, there were lots of other trees and tons of fabulous food including the Tree of Life.  Who’d want to eat fruit from the one tree out of hundreds that God said we shouldn’t?

Let me put it this way: if you went to a buffet full of options but only one tray that you couldn’t eat from (let’s say you have a nasty, life-threatening allergy to that food), why would you want to eat from that one?

It took a dirty, rotten cheater and a big fat lie for the other side to score with mankind. The snake not only took first base when Eve kissed the tender skin of Knowledge, he put a spin on that fruit that gave him a home run with all of us. Our bodies, minds, and souls were corrupted by the choice to go against our created purpose.

Completely stripped of purity, man’s relationship with God lost something priceless. Without innocence, mankind can’t talk to their best friend like they used to; we lost control of everything that was previously perfect and ordered. It was the beginning of chaos and competition. Our understanding of that choice in the garden and its resulting consequences have become increasingly twisted the more time goes by and, although it’s difficult for us to make any sense of our own minds to this day, we still have the same choice to make.

So… our story isn’t over yet.

The battle is still going on. One side is trying to take control and continue stripping away any trace of what we had, the other wants to buy back that perfect, beautiful relationship we’ve been missing and wanting all these years.  We look at magazines, stores, television, movies, facebook, and music telling us what to consume and why we need it. We’re confronted by choices every day that want to exploit the weaknesses born in us since the garden. The arguments for why we should bite can be so convincing and, with so many outlets for mass communication these days, it seems like the voices promoting these choices are only getting louder.

The Trees of Life and Knowledge still exist in millions of forms. The enemy knows every trick in the book to keep us eating fruit from the wrong tree. He’ll even use God’s own words against us but, if you know them well enough yourself, you won’t be fooled.

The fight’s not over when we say the prayer to accept Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. If we think claiming to be a “Christian” is all there is to being one, we’re going to be eaten alive by our own stupidity, the same lie rotting our insides again and again. We’ve all got a history and habits that we bring to the newly rediscovered relationship with God. We’ve been eating the wrong food for a long time. It’s time to start looking at Life as a food choice again and take the opportunity we have today to prove we’ve got our foot in the snake’s mouth this time. This time, our minds and our tongues have to be sharper than the serpent’s.

We can’t win the war against our weaknesses unless we discipline ourselves to submit to the relationship commitment we made when we said, “Jesus, be my Lord and Savior.” Habits have to be broken and remade. When Jesus sacrificed himself for us He said that relationship with God is free to everyone but, disrespect it by continuing to live the way you want to and you’re spitting in the face of your best friend with the rest of the angry crowd who crucified him 2,000 years ago.

Following Jesus Christ isn’t easy. We have to walk backwards from the rest of this world and start acting like the new creations we claim to be.

The battle isn’t over yet.  It’s just beginning.

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Moved

Today was moving day for my family.  Looking around the empty rooms where we’ve spent so many days and nights, I couldn’t turn off the mental slideshow.  We had countless precious moments and dramatic events in that house, some involving guests and relatives, some that never went beyond our immediate family. It has been a deeply emotional time, not because we’re leaving a house behind but because of all that the house used to hold.

I was reminded of San Jose as I hefted boxes full of memories into our van today.  Our trip to California was a month ago and had nothing to do with our move; I’m not exactly sure why the memory inserted itself in the middle of everything else today but, as a friendly Apple associate told me during our visit to the Silicon Valley, I’d “better blog about [my] time in San Jose.”

Our time in the capital city of U.S. technology last month was so brief but it was the first time we ever sang in a wedding where we didn’t know the bride and groom.  A few hours later, we felt like we’d been a part of their lives for years; we spent the whole day after the wedding laughing and teasing with them like we’d known each other for ages – this included a momentous raw squid eating contest at the Chinese buffet.

The ceremony was beautiful with nine petite bridesmaids in dark blue facing their groomsman counterparts in a large, twinkling auditorium filled with hundreds of guests.  The groom was son to one of several pastors that had spontaneously requested that we come up to San Jose.  One of the officiating pastors, a younger man named Hai, was going to be taking his beautiful wife and two little boys to minister in Atlanta, Georgia after many years at the bride and groom’s church. The day after the wedding, we attended their farewell party.  The stories recounted by the large group of teens and twenty-somethings (including the bride and groom) were heart-wrenching and left us in tears. The bride and groom were also packing up their new life together to attend Hillsong College in Australia. It was a deeply emotional time for everyone.

Including us.

We weren’t expecting what we found in San Jose.  The best things in life happen when we’re willing to change our plans. It was an impromptu trip; our itinerary said the flights back to our little Ohio airport left on June 23rd. What happened instead was more exciting and incredible than if we’d decided our plans couldn’t be moved. Proverbs 19:23 puts it like this: “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the LORD’s purpose that prevails.” The meetings where we shared were powerful and precious and the friendships we discovered were deep like those in a close-knit family with common values and standards.

In the same way, this move was a step outside our comfort zone.  It could have been even more so; we talked about moving to Asia but didn’t get very far with that idea. My grandparents still live in the U.S. and we have crucial relationships here. So we’re still Buckeyes.

In an effort to stay out of debt, however, we’re renting instead of owning this time.  Instead of a clean, newly built, 3 story Victorian, we’re now in a two-hundred-year-old, 2 story plantation.  I no longer have a space for everything but I can get rid of anything that doesn’t fit the space I have.  Not to mention, a larger quantity of stuff only means more responsibility and less flexibility; so I will be abundantly grateful for the catharsis.

Every change is a chance to grow. Our outlook and attitude becomes the outcome of each new situation. Remembering the people and places that brought us to where we are and the experiences the Lord orchestrated to prompt each new phase gives you a feeling of awe.  The little ups and downs in our life can feel like a big deal if we allow ourselves to think small but when we take a look at the broader picture, we’re part of something huge.

All men are like grass,
and all their glory is like the flowers of the field…

The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God stands forever…

Surely the nations are like a drop in a bucket;
they are regarded as dust on the scales;
he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust…

He sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,
and its people are like grasshoppers.
He stretches out the heavens like a canopy,
and spreads them out like a tent to live in.

He brings princes to naught
and reduces the rulers of this world to nothing.

No sooner are they planted,
no sooner are they sown,
no sooner do they take root in the ground,
than he blows on them and they wither,
and a whirlwind sweeps them away like chaff…

but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40

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