tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65418323236772232012024-03-05T07:53:58.616-08:00A Kaleidoscopic LifeMusings of an idealist in pursuit of a better story...Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-87113671838769551082016-11-28T23:46:00.000-08:002016-11-28T23:47:15.894-08:00Mr. & Mrs.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>One year ago tonight these vows marked a new chapter of our stories...</i><br />
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<b>Mr. to Mrs.</b><br />
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Sweet Kaysi,<br />
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When we met near five years past I had no reason to believe that I would know you in any way different from the many who had come and gone from my life over many years.<br />
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Even as I got to know you and discovered what a creative, curious, and caring person you were, I could only be thankful to God for giving me the great gift of a friend, co-laborer, and kindred spirit with whom to work and serve. No longer one of many, you were one of a few. <br />
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There came a day when a series of heart-breaking scenes began to unfold. As I struggled to accept and adapt, to find my footing in this new reality, you refused to turn away. You refused to ignore, to allow yourself to pretend I wasn’t there as life moved on. You embody the very essence of friendship—as so many in this room can attest—you were there, present, ministering, encouraging, and not just to me only, but to my sons as well. <br />
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Out of this darkness of great hardship a new realization dawned, new life where devastation had just swept through, like the first sprigs of green on the floor of a blackened forest. There just wasn’t anyone I enjoyed talking to more than you, who I enjoyed reading with, watching movies with, who shared so many of my passions, my frustrations, my dreams, my impossible idealism, my love for the outdoors, my quiet introversion, who might be, if it were possible, an even bigger nerd than I am (I thought I might try to get her to wear her LOTR cloak with the elvish pin for this day, the one that she made). You weren’t afraid to feel deeply even after your own years of waiting, aching, and hurting. You refused to stop feeling to stop believing, to stop loving or serving. Your presence allowed me in time to begin to believe again, to awaken hope, to think it possible that joy and laughter and ideas and heartaches and failures could be shared in a place of quiet, peaceful, accepting, intimate, and attentive friendship. Out of that darkness I realized I had a best friend, and I began to sense the possibility that I could be married to my very best friend. I think you sensed it, too. No longer one of the many, or one of the few, you are the one. As the one God used to bring light into darkness, you are forever my Kaysidawn. <br />
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By God’s grace, without which I will certainly fail:<br />
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I promise to continue to learn Jesus, how he loves, gives, heals, and restores, that I might love you as Christ loves his church, that I might love you as the daughter of Jesus you are, as both he and your earthly parents would long for you to be loved.<br />
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I promise to ever be learning you, who God is fashioning you to be, so that every day you are loved well and faithfully served, sharing this journey with you as your ever-present companion, your travel buddy in the continuous journey of life. <br />
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When times are tough, I promise to keep my heart turned toward you. I will be a safe and dependable place for you to share the deepest places of your heart. I will not take your trust for granted, rather I will guard it and foster it, and I will share my heart with you. I will not withhold myself from you; all I have to give is yours. <br />
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I promise not only to love you, but to love with you. I will partner with you to build a home that overflows with loving warmth that draws people in, a place from which to go to share the love of Christ, and to which to return to share this love together, I’ll be your partner in and for the reconciling work of his Kingdom. <br />
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I promise to discover and explore new places with you on warm summer days.<br />
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I promise to cuddle with you on cool autumn evenings.<br />
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I promise to hold you as you sleep, even when you’re sleeping through the movie we’re cuddling up to watch. <br />
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I promise to read to you and write to you, to enjoy beauty and art and music old & new with you.<br />
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I promise to be a faithful steward of the magnificent example of God’s handiwork and your family’s beautiful love that you are. <br />
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By the grace of God and the power of the Spirit, I am yours in Christ, your loving and faithful husband, and will be so until death do we part. <br />
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My sweet Eric, standing here with you today is the realization of a lifelong dream for me. The one thing I’ve known since I was a little girl was that I wanted to be a wife. I had no idea it was going to take this long, and at times I truly believed a day like this would never come, but if I could go back in time now I would tell myself it is absolutely going to be worth the wait.<br />
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Not only has it been worth the wait to be standing here with someone I love so much, and someone who loves me so well, but it has also been worth the wait because of how I’ve grown over the past 34 years -- and especially over the past 3. And you had so much to do with that even before I ever could have imagined sharing the rest of my life with you.<br />
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I honestly have very little recollection of what I thought of you for probably at least the first year I knew you, but I do remember the message you preached on Mother’s Day your first spring in Reno - a message that honored all women, not just mothers or even wives. It spoke to the place in my heart that ached and often felt excluded from both what I longed for and what seemed simply to be “normal” for most everyone else around me.<br />
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As time passed and I began to participate in the young adults group, and then as I took part in the “worldview group” you formed in the summer of 2012, a new hope started to grow in me -- a hope that had nothing to do with my dream of being a wife, as it seemed as far away as ever, but a hope for something bigger & even more beautiful...God’s Kingdom. I’d already begun to see His Kingdom in a new light when I took Perspectives in 2011, but through countless discussions in these groups of which you were a part, a bigger vision really took root in my heart & mind, a vision in which God had created a good world, and even though it broke, He had been working ever since to redeem & restore all that had broken. It was a vision full of hope and devoid of fear, which was different from what I saw in so many circles that claimed to follow Jesus yet constantly manipulated people with fear & guilt. I started to experience freedom, hope, joy, & peace like I never had before, and my ongoing conversations with you & Cassidy & our young adults group & our worldview group were the ground in which that new life grew. There is no doubt in my mind that apart from your time here in Reno, I likely never would have experienced the fullness of life I now know -- and I’m confident that holds true for quite a few other people who join us in this room today. God has used you to bring life & freedom & hope to so many, and even if our stories had not converged in such a way as to bring us to this day, I still would have counted my life as being deeply blessed & forever changed because of your presence in it.<br />
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I also would have counted myself blessed by your friendship long before I ever dreamed of this day. Again here, I know I am not the only one in this room who has found you to be a friend of the most trustworthy sort, and I’m quite confident this is due in large part to the fact that you give people a safe place to express disappointment and frustration. You don’t discount heartache or try to jump to a quick solution, you identify with people’s pain. In doing so you’ve helped me (and probably others) to feel less “crazy” and less alone. <br />
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And so it is you were to be a significant character in my story no matter what; yet here we are in a moment neither of us could have foreseen when our paths first crossed at the end of 2010. Strangers became acquaintances, and eventually acquaintances became friends, but now as our friendship has grown into love, you’ve come to care for me with more tenderness than I ever imagined any man besides my dad having the capacity or desire to do. You affirm who I am, you see beauty in how God designed my personality & gifts & hopes & dreams, and you encourage me to walk in those things without fear or insecurity. You see me, and you love me exactly as I am, flaws and all. I feel safe with you, treasured, enjoyed, protected, encouraged to grow, and loved. I know this isn’t the story either of us would have imagined or chosen for ourselves; we both had hoped for resolution to our aching loneliness in other ways, long before now, for years & years. And yet I’m so grateful God saw our pain and redeemed our stories by giving us one another.<br />
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As I become your wife today, I promise I will also continue to be your friend. I will be the girl sitting across from you in the cafe, talking with you about anything & everything under the sun. I will happily share space with you even when we are silent -- reading, writing, or scrolling mindlessly through Facebook. I will be your travel buddy, for hikes & for road trips & for life itself. We will adventure together, even if our adventure is just trying the Beijing beef for the first time. :)<br />
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I will be a listening ear when something is weighing on you, and when you’re excited over something, and yes, even when you’re recounting stories from officiating that I can only half follow. :) I will laugh with you and I will cry with you. I will dream with you. I will always be in your corner, supporting you & cheering you on. <br />
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I won’t forget or neglect the foundation on which our friendship was built -- our shared love for God’s Kingdom. I will continue to grow with you as we pursue greater understanding of one another, of others, of the world, and of the heart of God. I will pray for you & with you, and I will welcome your prayers for & with me.<br />
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I will be honest with you when something is troubling me. I won’t leave you to guess how I’m feeling -- you know I’m not good at hiding it anyway. I will choose to believe the best of you at all times, and I will only ever speak well of you to others. <br />
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I will always remember where you came from, the experiences that helped make you the man you are today, and I will comfort you when any old ghost comes back and tries to haunt you. I will give you a warm, loving home to come back to each night -- a refuge where you can find peace & rest. And I will hold your hand & hug you & kiss you every day for the rest of our lives. <br />
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As far as it depends on me, I will never allow you to feel the pain of loneliness again.<br />
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My sweet Eric, I will be your girl, your fellow grammar nerd & INFJ, your princess, your “shared brain,” your fellow dreamer & idealist, your best friend, and your love for as long as we both shall live. In the words of those great poets Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt, “I love you and I like you.”<br />
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<b><i>One year in and I still love you and like you as much as - no, even more than - I did when I first </i></b><b><i>read these words to you. I'm so grateful we get to share this wild journey of life with each other. </i></b><b><i>May our hearts continue to grow in this mutual tenderness for many, many more years to come. </i></b></div>
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<b><i>Happy Anniversary to my long-awaited sweetheart. I love you so dearly.</i></b></div>
Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-85878607864426196532016-11-09T02:08:00.000-08:002016-11-09T02:08:06.407-08:00May we have hope in the days ahead.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Having grown up in conservative evangelical culture, I became well acquainted long ago with the forecasts of doom & gloom & judgment that accompanied every.single.Democratic.presidency. Such forecasts have been cluttering my Facebook news feed for weeks on end leading up to this year's election despite the fact it hadn't even been decided yet. For much of my life I bought into this despair-oriented groupthink, but I began to realize a few years ago it was nonsense. <br />
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My husband & I both have had the label "Democrat" dismissively slapped on us in recent weeks despite the fact we consider ourselves nonpartisan and will examine every candidate before making a decision about who we're supporting. I've come to understand that every candidate from every party is complex. Each one represents some things I believe in as a follower of Jesus, and each one represents other things that make me cringe as a follower of Jesus. And in this election, like it or not, Hillary Clinton made the Christ-follower in me cringe way less than Donald Trump did.<br />
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As my journey of faith has progressed in recent years, I've become increasingly aware that my understanding of what it means to be a Christian and to follow Jesus is fundamentally different from the understanding held by many modern American evangelicals. I recently read a statement from someone claiming that individuals being held accountable for their own actions, "reaping individual rewards when they make good individual choices and paying the costs when they make bad individual choices" is the reason for "American greatness," and that "the Christian way" is "individualism, individual responsibility and individual accountability."<br />
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<b><i>I'm not sure if I could possibly disagree more.</i></b><br />
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This notion first of all defies the reality, both presented in Scripture (hello there, Job) and evident in the world around us, that our circumstances are not an indicator of our righteousness or lack thereof. On the contrary, as verbally illustrated by Jesus Himself, the rain falls & the sun rises on the righteous & unrighteous alike. "American greatness" as described here is nothing more than a depiction of karmic belief.<br />
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This supposedly "Christian" way also completely ignores the central Christian concepts of grace & mercy -- receiving good things we don't deserve and being spared bad things we do deserve. "American greatness" can build itself on individual responsibility if it wants to, but there's no way to mistake it for anything remotely like the Christian way, not when the latter is modeled after Someone who demonstrated selfless sacrifice on behalf of those who neither earned nor deserved anything whatsoever. <br />
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And yet this theme of personal responsibility is what many American evangelicals have come to understand as Christianity. We are too busy relying on ourselves and pointing fingers at others to realize we're dismissing Jesus by not simply and <b><i>humbly </i></b>relying on Him. And so it begins to make sense to ostracize Muslims for choosing a "violent" religion. It begins to make sense to build a wall to keep out neighboring folks who might take jobs we have a right to since we were born in this country and they weren't. It begins to make sense to cling to our guns because someone might threaten us and, well, then they deserve the bullet that's coming to them. It begins to make sense to vote for Donald Trump and his platform of self-preservation.<br />
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Nothing in this reflects the Jesus I read about in Scripture. But sometimes we forget that Jesus is the clearest picture of God we've ever been given, and we opt for other versions of God that justify our attempts at self-preservation. We let fear, rather than love, drive our thinking and our actions. <br />
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And then people think you're out of your mind for seeing any merit in Democratic social policies that call for those of us who have more to share what we have with those who have less.<br />
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But alas, I do.<br />
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No candidate is ever going to be a savior figure for America, despite the fact that each candidate will be championed as such by some of his or her supporters. I never thought Hillary Clinton was the answer to all of America's problems, and I sure as heck don't believe Donald Trump is. I do have fears about what the future could hold under his leadership. But I also refuse to do what I've watched conservative evangelicals do for years...I won't offer my own forecast of gloom & doom & judgment for America just because a candidate I believe to be ill-equipped for the presidency is the candidate that won.<br />
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What I will do instead is give credit to many of my friends who have supported Clinton, some with hesitation but others with great enthusiasm, because your responses to what I know has been an incredibly disappointing night for you have been overwhelmingly gracious and even hopeful. You have expressed sadness, shock, and fear, but you have not been hateful or judgmental. You have continued to express love toward your fellow man. And it has moved me. I hope & pray you will continue to love others in the face of such hardships & disappointments, because I truly believe that kind of stubborn love, far more than any elected president, is what will shape the future for the world around us and continue to bend that long moral arc toward justice. <br />
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May you, and may we all, see beyond ourselves in order to love others, and may we continue to have hope in the days ahead.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-76482124804164146382016-08-14T19:53:00.000-07:002016-08-14T19:54:25.035-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Seven - SURPRISE!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that I am celebrating you!<br />
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SURPRISE!!! Eric & I found out a little while ago that our family is going to be expanding this coming January! We had talked about the possibility of having children of our own, but we weren't set on it, and either way we had thought we would give it a few years first. But life doesn't always unfold according to our timing, does it?<br />
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The day we found out we sat on one of our love seats in shock for hours and binge watched Halt & Catch Fire, too dumbfounded to say or do much else. We did not see this coming and the timing seemed rather inconvenient for multiple reasons. Eric & I both moved about in a fog for the next few days, but as reality sank in, shock began to give way to love. When we announced our news to my family a couple weeks later during a pre-planned trip to Reno, their joy multiplied our own as we grew increasingly excited about our little nugget.<br />
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I've been reflecting with amazement on how much love I already feel for this tiny little human despite the fact she or he is still only as big as the palm of my hand and we haven't even met yet. It has caused me to think of the love my own mother must have felt for <i>me</i> when I was still so small, and it has stirred feelings of awe & gratitude as well as sadness in me -- awe & gratitude at the concept of being loved so deeply by someone, and sadness at the recognition I haven't always been loving toward the one who loved me that way. I know we're all human and we all let each other down. And if we're healthy, we forgive & forget & grow & move on. I know this baby will one day let Eric & me down, and we will do the same. But this doesn't diminish the love in my heart for this little one even in the slightest. It has been so amazing to me to recognize this aspect of parenthood, even this early on. What an incredible gift!<br />
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So today I am tagging my mom & my dad, who both have loved me so deeply for the past 35+ years, as well as my brother, who they also have loved just as deeply, and who, along with his beautiful wife, now deeply loves three precious little boys of their own. I am crazy grateful for the family God gave me. We are not perfect, but we have managed to love each other throughout the course of our lives despite the hardships & disappointments & frustrations & trials any family might face. And I couldn't be more grateful that <i>this</i> is the family we get to bring our little one into.<br />
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With all this said, I cannot write this post without acknowledging that there are people who crave but lack the things I'm celebrating today -- both the joy of a child & the warmth of a loving family. I have dear friends who have ached to have a baby of their own yet haven't been able to do so, and I know they represent so many others in the world who share the same struggle. I also have friends who ache for a mother and/or a father who genuinely, demonstratively shows love & support but face the reality of absent parents or parents with whom the relationship is strained. I just want to take a moment to tell those people my heart hurts for you, and I pray with & for you for the miracle you long for. Sometimes our hearts break living in a broken world where our bodies can work against us and our relationships can go unresolved. To you, I echo the words I extended in <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">my first post</a> toward people who long for a healthy marriage but don't have one: <br />
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<b><i>You are not forgotten. You are seen. You are loved.</i></b><br />
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I pray you find peace in your journey and resolution for the aching places in your heart.</div>
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Reflecting on so many different people in my life over the past week has been something I've treasured. Despite the late nights I've spent writing out some of my posts, it's been a gift to be reminded of how many wonderful characters God has placed in the story He's given me -- and I didn't even get to all of them! I want to make clear the fact that my life is not without struggles or disappointment. If it seems like I've spent seven days writing only about good things, it's not because that's all there is; it's simply because I've learned through the years to look for the silver linings, to find things to be thankful for, and it has created in me a sense of deep & authentic gratitude for the good even when there is also bad. I believe there is always beauty to be found if we just keep looking for it. Thanks to all the people I've tagged this week as well as the many others I count as friends & loved ones for being reflections of beauty in my life even on dark days. I love you all dearly.</div>
Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-16658940222086002102016-08-13T23:57:00.001-07:002016-08-14T19:54:36.184-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Six - Inspirations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that I am celebrating you!<br />
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Today I am tagging Alex, Jason, Lisa, and Sherry.<br />
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I first met Alex probably six or seven years ago when he started <br />
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Jason is closer to Eric than he is to me, but we, too, have participated in a couple of reading groups together and I've gotten to know him well enough to develop a deep sense of admiration for him. Jason truly has one of the most brilliant minds of anyone I've ever met, yet he's also one of the most humble people I've ever known. I've read some pieces he has written in the past and have been blown away by his intelligence, yet he is amazingly accessible. He takes people under his wing and befriends them with such great care & sincerity. He's also been a wonderful friend to Eric, and I'm so glad he's in both our lives.</div>
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Finally, Sherry was one of my co-workers for many years when I served on a church staff in Reno, and she has become a very dear friend over time. A former nurse, she has a special gift for being present with people who are going through health issues. Her demeanor is incredibly calming, and she is wonderful at explaining things in laymen's terms when a person may be feeling overwhelmed by medical jargon. She's been there for both of my parents when they faced various medical issues over the years and her support has been invaluable to them (and, as such, to my whole family) -- and I know many, many others who would say the same. Eric & I have enjoyed some very sweet times of fellowship with Sherry and her husband, Craig, sharing meals around their kitchen table, telling stories, expressing disappointments, and most of all laughing together. I've sought her wisdom when going through difficult times, and I've had the privilege of witnessing her "happy dance" when sharing good news. She is truly a gift to everyone who knows her, and Eric & I love her dearly.<br />
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I am so grateful each of these people has been a part of my/our story.</div>
Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-8861479229503367962016-08-12T23:02:00.000-07:002016-08-14T19:54:44.643-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Five - Birthday Twins & Portland Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that I am celebrating you!<br />
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Several years ago I was part of a rather elaborate plan to surprise my friend Alina on her birthday with a big gathering at her parents' house. It turned out that was actually part of an even more elaborate plan her mom had cooked up to celebrate FOUR birthdays, including mine! Alina and her twin sister, Alona, were born on August 11, and our mutual friend Patricia and I were both born on August 18. When we showed up at Alina & Alona's parents' house, we found probably 40-50 people gathered in the back yard, a wooden photo cutout that had been painted to look like the four of us (hilarious!), and food & games a plenty waiting to be enjoyed. I already tagged Alina this week, but I wanted to tag Alona & Patricia as well -- especially since it's birthday week for all of us again right now!<br />
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In addition to my & Alina's "birthday twins," since I'm running short on days but still have plenty of people I'd like to celebrate, I decided to double up on my themes for today and tag some new friends as well. <br />
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Eric & I have been living in Portland since February. We didn't really know anyone when we moved here, but the past couple of years had been pretty crazy and since we're both introverts anyway, it's been kind of nice to feel like we're somewhat off the grid here. Nevertheless, even we two introverts would probably be feeling pretty isolated if we hadn't made ANY connections over the past six months, and I didn't want to let this whole week go by without celebrating some of our newer friends.<br />
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So today I am also tagging Karen, who we met through a small church in our neighborhood that has become our spiritual home here in Portland; Tracy & Dustin, who were the first of my co-workers I really got to know at PSU; and Kirsten, who also just moved to Portland from Reno with her husband right about the same time Eric & I did. (Her father-in-law also just so happened to officiate our wedding ceremony...it really is a small world!) While Eric & I are generally pretty content with spending quiet evenings at home as much as possible, these people have given us some connections and made us feel welcome in our new home. And we are most grateful for them!Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-21941707909869999232016-08-11T23:19:00.001-07:002016-08-14T19:54:53.844-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Four - My Fellow Walden's Baristas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that I am celebrating you!<br />
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Today I am tagging Jaime Meyer and Nate Capps. <br />
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Several years ago I began to realize how much I loved the atmosphere of locally owned coffee shops, so it was a bit of a dream last March when I got a job as a barista at Walden's Coffeehouse. I had gotten to know one of the owners when a reading group I was in used to meet there on a weekly basis, and she was willing to take a chance on me despite the fact I had no experience. Thankfully, I picked up on things quickly, and though it had its stressful moments (just like any other job), I LOVED working there. I really adored a lot of the people I got to know during my time at Walden's, but I had particularly strong connections with Jaime and Nate. <br />
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our wedding, recording the events on camera and also contributing artwork for the backgrounds; but their greatest gift has been their friendship. <br />
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I didn't know Jaime at all until she became a barista at Walden's, but we got along so well. She happens to be another INFJ (I seem to know an inordinate number of them, considering how rare this personality type is!) and she quickly became one of those people I knew I could talk to about anything and find a sympathetic listening ear. <br />
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As far as Nate goes, it is crazy now to think that I used to visit Walden's as a customer and see him behind the counter, never dreaming we'd one day be such good friends. We concluded pretty early on that we are just "cut from the same cloth," and last time Eric & I saw him we drove away talking about how easy it is to be around him. Nate & Cherish, who got married only a few months before we did, recently found out they're expecting a baby girl and I could not be more excited for them! <br />
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It blows my mind when I think about how easily I could have gone my whole life without ever meeting some of the people who have come to mean so much to me. Thanks to Mandy for giving me that chance as a barista...it has brought blessings I'm confident will last the rest of my life.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-46276295490064579852016-08-10T23:13:00.000-07:002016-08-14T19:55:02.540-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Three - Bridesmaids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that I am celebrating you!<br />
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Today I am tagging my incredible bridesmaids. I honestly could not have asked for a better group of friends to stand beside me on my wedding day -- and that is to say, I could not have asked for a better group of friends to have been an integral part of my life during the years leading up to that day.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkqP2M0-eXV-wPodi_yiDhQAvKQSl02CsjlnX2lw0fKbczbSZV1jywiPdS3evQQYW9nf5lvtwlLJb05ooCPXb_SEb8DfjHIxTGAxda8-bvUfciA6T7gW3AybSKdrtqGpnMVu2BN4nkF1G/s1600/CoL+3a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGkqP2M0-eXV-wPodi_yiDhQAvKQSl02CsjlnX2lw0fKbczbSZV1jywiPdS3evQQYW9nf5lvtwlLJb05ooCPXb_SEb8DfjHIxTGAxda8-bvUfciA6T7gW3AybSKdrtqGpnMVu2BN4nkF1G/s320/CoL+3a.JPG" width="320" /></a>Erin was one of my very first friends in Reno. Cassidy & I first got to know her when we spent the summer of 2004 there because all three of us were helping with the youth group at the church my parents began attending after they moved to Reno. Little did we know she & Cassidy would fall in love & marry just a few years later! I was so happy to have her become an official part of our family, and I've loved getting to know and share life with her family as well. One of my greatest joys in life has been becoming an auntie to the three adorable boys Erin & Cassidy have had over the past few years. We have shared so, so many memories in the years since Erin & I became friends, from sleepovers to youth group trips to movie nights (which we often both sleep through lol) to family vacations, and I am so grateful to know we still have a whole lifetime ahead to make more!<br />
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Cloe' was only in the sixth grade when I first got to know her! She became a part of the youth group a few months later and I had the honor of being one of her youth leaders for the next several years. She knew how much I longed to be married and saw me go through some pretty big disappointments along the way, and at other times I saw her go through her own trials; but as much as I always hoped to be an encouragement to her as her youth leader, she proved through the years to be every bit as much an encouragement to me. It has been amazing watching her grow into a beautiful, caring, mature young woman, and I am so proud to call her my friend.<br />
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My first memory of Jeni involves her being introduced to my mom's famous mac & cheese, which she has loved ever since, and her being amused at my or Cassidy's (I can't remember which) southern pronunciation of "Ju-ly." We quickly became good friends and, though we've had our ups & downs, our friendship has endured for almost 10 years now (and counting). Jeni is truly one of the funniest people I know. She is fiercely protective of the people she loves, and while life has thrown some real challenges her way, she has always managed to fight her way back to wholeness & joy. She inspires me and I love who she is.<br />
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Of all my bridesmaids, my friendship with Alina is actually the "youngest." Though we had gone to church together for years, we only really got to know each other about four years ago (I think...). We had both recently gone through breakups and we each found it refreshing to have someone in a similar boat with whom to commiserate. Though our friendship had grown considerably by the time we took our first road trip together, I was still a little nervous just because we had never spent that much time together one-on-one. We made our way to Portland (her first trip there, my second), though, and by the time we got home I'd discovered that Alina was one of the absolute best travel companions I'd ever had. We had both fallen in love with Portland and ended up making several more trips to there together, and now that I live here I'm particularly thrilled to be able to say she just moved to Vancouver this past weekend! It's going to be so wonderful having one of my best friends less than an hour away! Alina is one of the most generous people I know, constantly giving her time & talents to help people around her. It is a great gift to count her among my closest friends.<br />
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Before I get to my dear MOH, I want to mention two other amazing women who also would have been bridesmaids if they didn't live across the country.<br />
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Anna & I go back much further than anyone else on this list -- all the way back to first grade! It's amazing to think she has been a part of my life for almost THIRTY YEARS. One of favorite weeks ever took place in June of 2007 when Anna & her mom flew out to Reno and went on a road trip with me & my mom to San Francisco, Yosemite National Park, and Las Vegas. It was crazy covering that much ground in just a few days but we saw so many amazing sights, laughed like crazy, and had the greatest time together. I treasure the memories of our "Wild West Tour." We don't keep in touch super regularly but we also know we each can send the other a text out of the blue asking for prayer for absolutely anything without any fear of judgment. I am so thankful for her friendship that has endured all this time.<br />
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These are some of the most amazing women I have ever known and I am so, so grateful each one of them has been a part of my story.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-76046564745685041172016-08-09T21:20:00.001-07:002016-08-14T19:55:12.568-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day Two - The Coffeebar Crew<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was challenged by Amanda Barone to participate in a seven-day "Celebration of Love." Being the idealist that I am, I took the liberty of altering the conditions of the "challenge" before passing it on (read more <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2016/08/celebration-of-love-day-one-welcome-to.html">here</a>). I'm inviting those I tag to spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Or, do nothing except know that <b><i>I </i></b>am celebrating <b><i>you</i></b>! <br />
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Today I'm tagging Jordan, Garrett, and Lydia. We've spent quite a few Thursday mornings at Coffeebar with this crew, talking about any number of random topics, but the highlight for me was always anticipating the inevitable moment Jordan would give a disclaimer about how a forthcoming question was going to be personal or awkward. The questions were never actually that bad, but the announcements were always entertaining! Eric & I both love these three and miss getting to spend time with them on a regular basis. Thanks to each of you for adding joy to our lives!Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-38928033614807443452016-08-08T19:45:00.000-07:002016-08-08T19:45:12.399-07:00"Celebration of Love" Day One - Welcome to the Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was 34 years old when I finally married a very dear man last November. Our story was not the sort of sweet, romantic fairy tale people love to watch & celebrate as it unfolds over time. It was, rather, one born of heartache as I watched someone who was already a dear friend go through a extraordinarily painful year of loss in both his career & his marriage. <br />
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I had long dreamed of having love grow out of a friendship, but these were by no means the kind of circumstances under which I'd imagined that happening. It wasn't cute; it was messy and inconvenient. But it is our story.<br />
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To be sure, we had friends who celebrated the love that grew between us, but at the same time, divorce & remarriage can be sticky issues when you're coming from evangelical subculture. We knew some folks would be hesitant (or would simply refuse) to rejoice in our relationship. We knew that would be part of the cost. But we both believe in a God who makes beautiful things out of dust, and we firmly believe ours, while not fitting the typical evangelical storyboard for marriage, is nonetheless a testimony of God's grace and a wonderful story of healing & redemption for two wounded people.<br />
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Before my friendship with Eric took that unexpected turn, I spent years & years aching to share my life with someone and wondering what was wrong with me that I continued to remain single. Though I'm certain no one ever intended to make me feel excluded, it became increasingly difficult not to feel like an outsider as more friends & family members married their sweethearts with each passing year while I continued to go unpursued or, worse, rejected. Churches seem forever to be bent on forming groups specifically for young married people, and each time something like that was suggested during my 10+ years working as a church staff member it felt like one more twist of the knife reminding me I was not like most of my peers. <br />
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I wasn't paying much attention when I first started to see this "Celebration of Love and Promotion of Marriage" challenge pop up in my Facebook news feed several weeks ago, but as the posts began to spread through various circles of friends I started to think someone might tag me. However, there came a point at which my apparent failure to warrant a "nomination" took me back to that old feeling of being an outsider. I might finally be at the party, but that didn't guarantee I'd be fully accepted, perhaps especially since my story was messy, not of the fairy tale variety. <br />
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I don't say this to shame anyone but to explain that the sting reminded me that I never wanted to forget what it was to feel like an outsider because I never wanted to slip unintentionally into behaviors that would cause others to feel that way. So this morning when I finally DID get "nominated" to participate, I first felt grateful (thank you, thank you, Mandy!), and I then felt compelled to exercise some initiative and make my own tweaks to the challenge as I pass it on.<br />
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Because I know people who have beautiful, thriving marriages, but I know other people who continue to face year after year without finding the love they ache for. People who have been through stupid divorces that were not their fault. People who have come out of abusive relationships. People who are hanging on by a thread while their spouse has checked out.<br />
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If you happen to be one of these people: You are not forgotten. You are seen. You are loved.<br />
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And you are hereby invited to join in this "Celebration of Love." <br />
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Love comes in many different forms. It is not only evidenced in marriage. While I am, in fact, beginning by posting a photo of my husband & me -- because indeed he is a wonderful gift in my life and absolutely worth celebrating -- I will also be posting pictures over the next six days of additional people whose love & friendship have made my life richer. And I invite those I tag to do the same. Spend seven days celebrating anyone who makes your life richer -- your friends, your kids, your siblings, your co-workers, and sure, your spouse! Because they are ALL worth celebrating.<br />
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And YOU are worth celebrating.<br />
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Welcome to the party!<br />
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Today I'm tagging our friends Hank & Deetz. Although I've only met Hank a couple of times, and I've never met Deetz in person, and Eric has never met either of them face-to-face, these crazy interwebz seem to have given us a couple of kindred spirits in them, and I'm often reminded of how thankful I am for their [virtual] presence in our lives!<br />
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(Also, for the record, if not one single person I tag over the next seven days decides to participate, I won't be the least bit offended!)Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05030607748980083046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-58932723448071326302015-08-06T16:40:00.000-07:002015-08-06T16:51:36.524-07:00Emerging, Part 2Tuesday, June 30, 2015<br />
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I've found myself frustrated on multiple occasions lately with the way I observe people judging others from a distance. This sort of uninformed judgment-making is commonplace in today's world -- perhaps especially so in America where we're conditioned to exalt the independence of the self, and even more so in the church where so many of us have been taught to fear those who might "lead us astray." For the sake of self-preservation, in whatever form that might take, we close our eyes and ears and minds and, most grievously, our hearts, to anyone who thinks or sees the world differently than we do.<br />
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It is this sort of prideful arrogance that assumes we've better figured things out than another person -- and subsequently leads us to separate "us" from "them" -- that created the chaos in our church last year. It's not that a conviction that one way is "right" or "better" is bad. It is precisely this sort of conviction that guides us <b>all</b> in our daily lives, that informs the choices we make, whether that conviction stems from our belief in Jesus or Buddhism or scientific discovery or human progress or so on. The problem arises when our conviction leads us to distance ourselves from those who live by a conviction not mirroring our own, when we lose our ability to interact with -- and, beyond that, to genuinely love and care for -- those who hold another perspective.<br />
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If we spent half as much time and energy concerned with whether people knew they were loved and cared for as we spend trying to protect our own reputations or guard our (or someone else's) morality, I'm convinced we would be more peaceful, joyful people...<br />
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God, I don't want to keep revisiting these old frustrations. I believe You've shown me a better way -- one of love, compassion, understanding, sympathy, peacemaking, and trust -- trust that "You've got this," that judgment can be left up to You and that I am free to love with abandon. There are still many in my circles who don't (and perhaps <i>won't</i>) understand where I am in my relationship with You or with others. They fear I've taken a wrong turn. They've been taught to fear. But I continue to rest in my confidence that perfect love drives out fear. And I'm choosing love. I'm choosing to believe You are the One who can redeem divorces and same-sex attraction and addiction and depression, and perhaps not always in the way we think it ought to be done, with reversal or elimination as our only options, but perhaps by bringing new life from the death of a relationship or by teaching us to extend grace and acceptance to those we don't understand or by our choosing to love well in spite of struggles that never really go away.<br />
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I want to run ahead full speed in my belief that LOVE -- and <i style="font-weight: bold;">presence</i> -- truly is the way to which You've called me, and us. Help me to throw off what hinders -- these old concerns about being misunderstood that repeatedly wrap themselves like chains around me, causing me to dwell in old patterns of self-righteousness and fear. Please help me to trust and follow Your Spirit into greater freedom and deeper love. Give me a humble heart and kill my pride. Remind me each day that I'm no better than any other person. Help me to love well. Please make me a safe place for people to be real -- to share both their heartaches AND their joys. Please let people experience Your unconditional love through me. Make me a peacemaker, Jesus, seeking both justice AND mercy. And give me Your grace to <i style="font-weight: bold;">shake the dust</i> when people don't understand. Let me really leave the past behind and move forward into LIFE.<br />
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Read the <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a> and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-54891820805294033402015-08-06T16:29:00.000-07:002015-08-06T16:42:49.404-07:00Emerging, Part 1<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Thursday, May 7, 2015<br />
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"For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ." Galatians 1:10<br />
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Judaizers had come into Galatia behind Paul and convinced the easily-swayed believers there that the Gospel required them to be circumcised according to OT law. Paul re-asserted that if such were the case, Christ's death was useless. He refused to succumb to the expectations of men -- even though those expectations were rooted in Jewish Scripture! -- because of Christ's sufficiency.<br />
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It's fascinating to note Paul had once railed <i>against</i> the very things he now preached (Galatians 1:23) -- and <b><i>people glorified God because of it.</i></b><br />
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I ended up reading the entire book of Galatians, and it was as if for the first time. Paul is <i>so</i> adamant about not allowing anyone to drag us back into thinking we must be enslaved to the law because that ideology is essentially blasphemous toward Christ's death and resurrection. He never suggests we throw caution to the wind but encourages his readers instead to be guided by LOVE. So good...<br />
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"Preach, saying, 'The kingdom of heaven is at hand.' Heal the sick, raise the dead, cleanse the lepers, cast out demons; freely you received, freely give...whoever does not receive you, nor heed your words, as you go out of that house or that city, shake the dust off your feet." Matthew 10:7-8, 14<br />
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JESUS' Kingdom is a stumbling block...<br />
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Read here the <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a> and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-53548634154532787942015-08-06T16:22:00.000-07:002015-08-06T16:41:13.318-07:00Emerging: Introduction<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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I recently wrote about a season of grief that began a little more than a year ago. (See A Year of Lament: <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>, and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a>.) In the introduction to that series of blog posts, I alluded to finding new hope and sensing that the darkness was subsiding, and my desire has been to write about that as well. <br />
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But even this new season is not without challenges.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like a baby bird trying to peck my way out of my shell, knowing even once I've emerged my wings are still going to have to be strengthened before I can actually fly. And that probably means some falls and bumps and bruises along the way. But the prospect of flying pushes me forward.<br />
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I read <a href="http://brianzahnd.com/2015/08/hiroshima-an-anti-transfiguration/" target="_blank">an excellent article</a> today in which Brian Zahnd briefly describes how rediscovering Jesus in his 40's altered the way he was reading Scripture (and, subsequently, his thinking) even though he'd been a Christian since he was very young...<br />
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<i>"...in my forties, I began to encounter Jesus all over again. I discovered the 'unvarnished Jesus' and gained new eyes. I was born again...again. The Bible had not changed, but I had changed. I was beginning to read the Bible in a new way. Ironically, it was closer to the way I read the Bible when I was teenager. I now knew again what I had once known long ago -- that dropping atomic bombs on cities is incompatible with loving your enemy! I now knew that no matter how you spin it, the Jesus of the Gospels would never bless the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Never!"</i></blockquote>
I went through some similar shifts in my thinking about three years ago. Just as Brian describes not a mere departure but rather a return to a previous way of thinking, I, too, was returning to some perspectives I'd first experienced in my early twenties. Back then I was disillusioned with church. I felt we too often were missing the point of our whole existence by neglecting Christ's heart for love, justice, and mercy while constantly working to manipulate people into little more than assent to our beliefs and assimilation into our particular branch of Christian culture. <br />
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The more I've reacquainted myself with the life of Jesus (and, thus, the heart of God) over the past few years, the more I've become convinced we are, in fact, meant for more than that -- that we are actually supposed to care about things like justice, that we are actually supposed to love people in tangible ways. <br />
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This kind of shift in thinking is not always well-received. I know more than a handful of people who have been met with criticism and judgment from those who think we've stumbled down a "slippery slope" as we've come to believe God actually cares about life in the here and now, not just what happens to us when we die. It's sad and ridiculous, really, but <i style="font-weight: bold;">a lot</i> of people have been taught to think this way, to fear anyone who dares to veer the tiniest bit off whatever path their theologian of choice has described as "right." But if I remember correctly, Jesus told us that He IS The Way. <br />
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HE is The Way. <br />
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I cannot count the times I have pondered over the past couple years how little we grasp how radical, crazy, and even heretical Jesus would have sounded to His own people, the Jews, God's own chosen Israel, when He walked the earth. At times He directly contradicted their Scriptures. Had Twitter been around back then, He almost certainly would have received a "Farewell" tweet from a well-respected rabbi (for church pastors did not yet exist) at some point. We, myself included, need to spend more time camped out in the Gospels, reading about His life and ministry, realizing HE is a truer picture of God than ANYTHING else we've been given. HIS example is the one we ought to follow first and foremost.<br />
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So while I still have a lifetime of transformation toward Christlikeness ahead of me, I've at least been pushed toward the decision in recent years to follow Him actively, even when people around me don't understand, or sometimes even disapprove of, certain choices because my expression of Christianity doesn't look like the version that has been handed down to them. I grapple with this because I want people to like me and approve of me, but I'm finding that following Jesus just might mean risking my reputation as a "good little Christian girl" because He just might lead me to interact with and even love people who might be looked upon with disdain in some Christian circles. <br />
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The following posts are excerpts from my journal in which I've wrestled with this. Read here <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a> and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/08/emerging-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-42447332568097199422015-07-28T15:44:00.000-07:002015-07-28T19:46:52.436-07:00{Blogger} Dashboard Confessional<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Sometimes I wonder if it seems as though I'm always pointing out and criticizing loveless behavior in others, particularly those in the church culture I grew up in, while remaining silent about my own faults. The sad truth is I've been plenty guilty of loveless behavior myself, and it grieves me to remember certain episodes in my life that were marked by it. There are many things I wish I'd said or done differently throughout my lifetime. As Josh Garrels sings, "I'm holding on to hope that one day this could be made right..." I can't go back and change the past, but to acknowledge some of these times when I failed to love seems to me as though it would be a step toward healing... <br />
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To my parents:<br />
I am sorry for all the times I wasn't grateful for the countless ways you took care of our family through the years. I remember complaining as a kid when we wouldn't go out to eat with other families on Sunday nights after church, not recognizing how hard it sometimes was just to put food on our table at home. It serves as one small example of a million ways in which I have failed to appreciate you both. But in my heart I have never stopped being thankful that you're my parents, or that you were the first people to lead me toward Jesus, and I'm sorry for the times I haven't shown that.<br />
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To my grandparents:<br />
I am sorry for that time I stupidly listened to my Whiteheart cassette tape on headphones while we hiked the beautiful trails at Mt. Rogers instead of simply enjoying your company. I'm sure it wasn't the only time I failed to show appreciation for the many wonderful experiences you made possible for me and Cassidy growing up. So many of my favorite memories now are of times spent hiking or camping or boating or playing tennis or going on picnics with you, but I wonder how many times you had to drag me along, how many times I complained or, as in this instance, tried to tune out the experience just because it wasn't what I would have chosen to do at that moment. I'm sorry for not savoring those times with two of my favorite people in the world.<br />
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To the young gay man who joined the singing ensemble I was part of in high school:<br />
I am so sorry for how I looked down on you, joining in the jokes that were made behind your back about the stage name you supposedly used at some gay bar where you allegedly performed. Is that even something someone young enough to be in high school would have been legally permitted to do? Probably not, yet the rumors flew, and few (if any) of us bothered to ask such questions, opting instead to laugh at you with condescension. Now, granted, you were never very friendly to us, either, but who knows how much mistreatment you had already faced before you ever met any of us that might have led you to hold yourself aloof? It doesn't excuse my attitude toward you, and I'm sorry.<br />
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To the young girl in a youth group I used to work with in Tennessee:<br />
I am so sorry for the time I chastised you for being excited about an upcoming youth convention, reminding you that not all of the Christian life is a mountaintop experience and we would be wrong to count on those high times to get us through the low ones -- as if God doesn't graciously give us all moments of relief and refreshment that do, indeed, help sustain us through life's hardships. Why did I feel it so necessary to burst your bubble? Your excitement was not a flaw, and I'm sorry for acting as though it was.<br />
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To my friend I once called out for including the word "ass" in a photo caption on Facebook:<br />
I am so sorry for my self-righteous compulsion to make a mountain out of a very meaningless molehill. I made you feel small and inadequate (and this was certainly not the only time), as though your choice of words somehow overshadowed the many wonderful things about you, like your love for Jesus and your deep compassion for others and the beautiful, creative soul He made you to be. I'm so sorry for choosing to focus on the one thing I disapproved of at the time instead of shifting my thoughts to all the things I love about you.<br />
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To Adam Lambert (and to any fans of his or anyone who related to him in any way):<br />
I am so sorry for condemning you during your time on American Idol because I didn't approve of your lifestyle or appreciate your often-dark musical choices. I'm sorry for all the ridiculous things I posted on Facebook during those months, many of which I mercifully no longer remember, but the tone of which I recall being incredibly negative and judgmental. I do remember once asking people to pray for three of your fellow contestants, as though you weren't good enough to be prayed for. I'm so sorry for not simply seeing you through eyes of grace as a person with a soul and a lifetime of experiences I know nothing about.<br />
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To the one I tried so hard to control a few years ago (and honestly, this could be extended to many of my friends, though I have one particular person in mind at the moment):<br />
I am so sorry for not trusting God to guide your decisions. There had been a time when I was a major source of encouragement in your life, but as the months went on I felt more and more confident that I knew better than you did what you ought to pursue with the years that lay ahead of you, and I made it increasingly clear how much I disapproved of your desires. I even threatened to distance myself -- empty threats, because the truth was I didn't want distance, I just wanted to manipulate your choices. The deepest regrets of my life came during this period, and even now I fear you might be experiencing residual effects of how I treated you. (And truthfully, I fear this for each person I'm addressing here, and probably for others I haven't thought of during this writing.) I hope and pray God has relieved any of the burdens I helped to fashion in your life. I pray you find freedom and beauty and life. And I'm so sorry for working against these things, the very things Jesus came to bring us.<br />
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This post hardly even begins to scratch the surface of ways I've stripped my fellow humans of their God-given dignity as His image-bearers throughout my lifetime, but they are some of the moments that haunt me, even if I've accepted forgiveness for them and moved on. Loveless behavior has not been a problem in church culture alone. It has been a problem in <i>me</i>.<br />
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These are some of the reasons I've come to cling so tightly over the past few years to Christ's call to love. We're told in Scripture that love is greater than hope or even faith. We're told it drives out fear and covers a multitude of sins. We're told it is the singular thing that fulfills all of God's law.<br />
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I've spent too much of my life ignoring these facts, minimizing love's importance, attempting to redefine it in ways that allow me to see myself as better than others. But increasingly my desire is to let go of my pride in order to love people well. <br />
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<i>Jesus was full of love for souls wounded by the passions of men; he loved to bind up their wounds and to find in those very wounds the balm which should heal them. Thus he said to the Magdalen: "Much shall be forgiven thee because thou hast loved much," a sublimity of pardon which can only have called forth a sublime faith. Why do we make ourselves more strict than Christ? Why, holding obstinately to the opinions of the world, which hardens itself in order that it may be thought strong, do we reject, as it rejects, souls bleeding at wounds by which, like a sick man's bad blood, the evil of their past may be healed, if only a friendly hand is stretched out to lave them and set them in the convalescence of the heart?</i><br />
-Alexandre Dumas-fils</blockquote>
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I'm publicly repenting of the times I've tried to be "more strict than Christ." I want the rest of my life to be led by His example of humility and marked by love. Not control. Not selfishness. Not arrogance. Not self-righteousness. Love.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-70267607923253969012015-07-15T23:25:00.000-07:002015-07-15T23:34:44.657-07:00A Year of Lament, Part 3<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Monday, February 16, 2015<br />
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<i>Dear one, if you are in a season of healing, then let God heal you. He can be found anywhere. He certainly isn't contained within a building, for the love. If you need to rest, rest. But maybe one day when you're ready, you can try again. There is a safe faith community for you. This I know. It exists. It may be some teeny, tiny little place. It may be some big, fancy loud place. It may be with the Episcopalians or with a home church. Who knows? </i></blockquote>
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<i>And you are an important part of it. It's not just that you will receive. You will give too. We need you. You bring something special and important to the body and don't forget it. God heals all of us through each other. It's this crazy weird miracle... </i></blockquote>
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<i>You are so loved and precious. God can bind up even the worst wounds. And His people can be so beautiful, so loving, so healing. I pray you find them, in whatever context, wherever you are, exactly as you are. </i></blockquote>
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-Jen Hatmaker</blockquote>
In today's headlines is a story of ISIS beheading 21 Christian Egyptian men. And I wonder as I read about such things how the hell the church continues to fire shots at its own. I've just watched as way too many people have become collateral damage, left broken along the side of the road, over the past year in a quest for "truth," for the sake of pet doctrines that betray our prideful self-righteousness, for the ability to move forward with organized institutions without the inconvenience of working through tough spots.<br />
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And I'm weary of the casualties. I'm weary of those who are doing the wounding going uncontested. I'm weary of our insistence upon neatness, upon homogeneity. I'm weary of having a heart that constantly feels stuck in tension, torn between different directions. I'm weary of organizations taking precedence over individual lives. I'm weary of doctrines and structures being given priority over LOVE.<br />
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My heart is tired. I'm tired. I'm tired of feeling jaded and cynical. I'm tired of every flame of hope that gets kindled in my heart being inevitably doused with another ousting, another proclamation of error in the lives of others.<br />
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Jesus came seeking those who lived life on the fringes. He offered an easy yoke and a light burden. He proclaimed freedom and life. He spoke and dined with those with whom it was taboo to speak and dine. Aching, broken outcasts were drawn to Him.<br />
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How did we, His people, become those doing the casting out, causing the ache, creating the brokenness?<br />
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I ran across an article recently chastising those who criticize the modern American evangelical church because, since the Church is Christ's bride, it ought to be loved. It's not the first time I've heard such an argument, and it's not without some merit, yet I wonder how we can make such a blanket statement when a large portion of the Old Testament is devoted to the voices of prophets who spent their lives calling Israel -- God's chosen people -- out for how they had strayed from His design. The prophets didn't call them out for not being religious enough -- on the contrary, it was noted repeatedly that they did well with all their religious rituals. What was sorely lacking was love: love for God in the form of an actual active relationship and heart connection, and love for fellow man in the form of justice and mercy.<br />
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In the present-day representation of God's people in the Church, we may think we've got the "loving God" part down, but throughout Scripture it is made clear that one cannot love God without loving his fellow man. We're told that mercy is better than sacrifice. If the nation of Israel was repeatedly rebuked for lacking love and mercy, how much more so ought we to be -- we who claim to follow Jesus, lover of the sinner and outcast, not only in word but in DEED as He took part in their lives?<br />
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If there's one thing I've come to believe as I continue to grieve the lack of sacrificial love I see in the Church, it's that the prophets' hearts were constantly wracked with grief for the very people to whom they preached. It is joyless to watch the ship that was sent to rescue people sink because of its own passengers' volatile determination to shape the vessel into their own images. <br />
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Sometimes I feel like I can't stand one more day in the machine that's flattening people as fast as -- or faster than -- it's setting anyone free. I don't want to be implicated any longer in the choices that are leaving people bloodied on the side of the road...<br />
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In contrast to my pain and frustration and grief, thank You, Jesus, for the fresh, springlike air that fills this unseasonably warm February afternoon. Thank You for people who love me, for people who understand me, and for people who don't understand me but love me anyway. Please help me to love well and to be a conduit of healing, not hurt; of life, not death; of freedom, not chains.<br />
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<i>Read here the <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>, and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>.</i>Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-64598324483084985082015-07-15T22:47:00.000-07:002015-07-15T23:32:12.659-07:00A Year of Lament, Part 2<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Saturday, November 1, 2014<br />
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Well, perhaps I won't be writing as frequently as I'd hoped or imagined. And maybe this is going to be a book of laments. My spirit is definitely troubled again today.<br />
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Today I'm troubled after reading Tony Kriz's account of how he was asked to leave his ministry at Reed College. Someone dared to challenge the accepted norms in American Christianity and was deemed "dangerous" and removed. What troubles me most is the fact that the supposedly "dangerous" practices/teachings look way more like Jesus' life and ministry than the "safe,"<br />
acceptable norms we insist upon. The more I hear about things like this, the more I wonder how in the world we've reached such an extreme cognitive dissonance that we don't even recognize how opposed our American conservative evangelical ideologies and methodologies too often stand to the ways of Jesus. I can't help but be grieved again and again to see how little we look like Him and how oblivious we are to that fact.<br />
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Lord, have mercy. <br />
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I think back to our conversation in class Wednesday night about how Israel's great failure was repeatedly forgetting her identity as the people of God, which led her to neglect what had been handed down and instead to adopt the ways of the surrounding nations that did not know or trust God, nor look out for their fellow man. We today often make the same mistake, forgetting our identity as Christ-followers and neglecting what was handed down to us through Him and His church. We've adopted the ways of our culture, treasuring our independence, capitalism, and consumerism and largely ignoring the voices around us crying out for hope and healing.<br />
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How have we strayed so far, Lord? How can we be brought back? Can You restore our humility? Can You make us agents of hope and healing again?<br />
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Lord, have mercy.<br />
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<i>Read here the <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>, and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a>.</i>Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-88743202298107355492015-07-15T22:26:00.001-07:002015-07-15T23:32:53.956-07:00A Year of Lament, Part 1<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Sunday, August 10, 2014<br />
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It's been such a tumultuous year, Lord. My heart feels like it's been beat to a pulp with all that's happened. I've felt many times as though I'm drowning in brokenness.<br />
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Why do people in the evangelical/conservative/American/whatever church dismiss people like N.T. Wright, or like Scot McKnight, or even like Donald Miller or Eugene Cho, without even truly weighing what they have to say? Why are there brilliant lines of thought coming through the likes of these people that hold desperately needed wisdom, that Your people refuse to give a second thought?<br />
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Why do we, Your people, spend the bulk of our energy concerning ourselves with things other than what Jesus revealed as the primary concerns of Your heart? Why are we increasingly defined by who we kick out of fellowship? Why is Your Church no longer a refuge, a safe place for the most broken of sinners and proponents of the most scandalous grace? Who do we think we're pleasing? You? Surely not. What are we trying to prove? That we've got it right and those who don't ought to be shunned? How far from the life Jesus lived...<br />
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My heart has been so overwhelmed with grief this year, and the most grievous part is almost every single drop of this grief has been born of the words and/or actions of Your people. God, I know we're all broken and imperfect, but is this seriously the best we can do??<br />
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We need more <a href="http://lisasmith.myadventures.org/" target="_blank">Lisa Smith</a>s and <a href="http://creoenti.org/" target="_blank">Whitney Gorbett</a>s and <a href="https://carijenkins.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Cari Jenkins</a>es. We need people who actually believe in the power of love to transform. We need more conduits of Your grace and agents of Your healing.<br />
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I think the hope that lives in me has been brutally assaulted over the past year. I think the enemy has tried to kill my belief in Your Kingdom's ability to invade this broken, hurting world as I've watched its citizens fire cannons at each other and perpetuate a cycle of devastation that renders us completely incapable of being any good to the world around us. <br />
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God, I know You are bigger than our brokenness, our ignorance, our refusal to listen to Your voice. But I am desperate to see Your Kingdom breaking through all this senselessness, to see Your people acting as Your hands and feet instead of assuming we can act as Your mind; to see Your Church serving, loving, helping, and healing rather than judging and condemning.<br />
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Lord, have mercy.<br />
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Thank You for being a good God I can believe in even as I watch things crumble around me. I know You desire more for us than this. Help me to be an instrument of that. "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgdNrppahI4" target="_blank">Make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is darkness, let me shine light.</a>" Help, Lord. <br />
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<i>Read here the <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-introduction.html" target="_blank">Introduction</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>, and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a>.</i>Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-46032789271313545652015-07-15T15:32:00.000-07:002015-07-15T23:28:35.474-07:00A Year of Lament: Introduction<div style="text-align: left;">
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When I went to my first Q Conference in April 2014, I purchased a journal through the organization To Write Love On Her Arms. The cover reads, "Let us not be silent...your story is important." Ironically, I had no idea just how silent I would become in the months that lay ahead of me. <br />
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A series of events was about to unfold that would leave me virtually incapable of expressing the movements of my heart. As conflict erupted in my church, I found I couldn't turn in any direction without seeing someone I loved experiencing excruciating pain -- people on all sides of the conflict. My INFJ heart knows not how to avoid absorbing the hurts of those around me, and there were more hurts swirling around me than I could begin to process, in my own mind or on paper. <br />
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The journal I brought home with me from Q Nashville lay dormant. You'll only find two entries dated 2014. A glance at my blog reveals that I only posted two entries here during the entire year as well. Even as 2015 began, I wrote virtually nothing. No blog posts and only one journal entry until May. Words just wouldn't come. <br />
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Thankfully, I've sensed the darkness beginning to subside over the past couple of months. I'm finding words again. <br />
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And hope. <br />
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I remember thinking last year that what I was experiencing needed to be shared at some point, but seeing as I could hardly even write in my private journal, I was certainly in no place to share publicly at that time. Now that the fog is lifting, however, I think the time is right. And so I share at last some excerpts from those few pained journal entries written during what I've come to refer to as A Year of Lament...<br />
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Read here <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-1.html" target="_blank">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-2.html" target="_blank">Part 2</a>, and <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2015/07/a-year-of-lament-part-3.html" target="_blank">Part 3</a>.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-69630483096773137632015-05-06T17:05:00.000-07:002015-05-06T23:49:42.767-07:00Beyond Knowing It All<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<i>"What Plato and Aristotle recognize is that a fulfilling life requires something beyond having our material needs met and enjoying healthy human relationships. In their view the only thing that can truly fulfill us is being able to spend our life contemplating that which is higher than ourselves, attempting to understand it but never fully being able to... Since we can never fully know it, it cannot be fully explained... Since this is transcendent, theologians might refer to it as God. For Plato and Aristotle, contemplation of that which is beyond us is foundational for the best life possible.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>To the contemporary world, which is so fixated on activity to the exclusion of the contemplative, such a statement sounds like abject nonsense. Yet Plato and Aristotle believe that the only thing that can truly satisfy us is to engage in a pursuit we can never finish because it is the only pursuit with which we will never grow bored. It is in this quest that human fulfillment is complete. In the [traditional world], the happiest life requires that we be philosophical or theological (seeking to know that which is beyond us), and as we find fulfillment in that pursuit, we can find fulfillment in all our relationships. The best life possible comprises all these elements."</i> </blockquote>
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-Dale S. Kuehne, <u>Sex and the iWorld</u></blockquote>
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As I read these words one week ago today, I thought about a paper I wrote for my Psychology 101 class in 2013 about Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Later in life he had added "Transcendence" as a level of human fulfillment even higher than the previously designated highest level of "Self-Actualization." As someone who has been a believer in God for as long as I can remember, this made sense to me even then, but it makes even more sense now as I reflect upon this old idea that the only thing that can truly satisfy is a pursuit that we cannot finish.<br />
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A little over a year ago, a handful of people in the church where I worked became very vocal about their displeasure with the direction in which they felt our church was headed. Kuehne's thoughts on contemplation brought this to mind because I specifically remember these folks railing against all things related to "contemplation" or "mystery" or "spiritual formation." Their relentless insistence upon addressing and demonizing things like this eventually led to a truly massive implosion in our church family from which emotional and relational debris is still being cleaned up. <br />
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*WEARY SIGH*<br />
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The sad truth is I was not far from this kind of dogmatism in the past. The subculture in which I've spent much of my life -- "Amerivangelistianity" as one of my friends has dubbed it -- often acts as though it has cornered the market on theology and holds most, if not all, of the answers. Oh, it might not describe itself that way, but the dismissive nature that plagues so many branches of this subculture toward people who hold alternate views betrays any claims to the contrary. I bought into this in the past and found security in my "right-ness."<br />
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Considering this tendency toward overconfidence and a demonstrable fear of the unknown, Kuehne's words made me wonder how we can possibly be surprised that so many people in the U.S., even within the walls of the church, seem so marked by disillusionment. We act as though we've found the end of the road (or perhaps the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow) in our Calvinism or our Dispensationalism or whatever sacred cow appeals to any particular group. <br />
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<b><i>We strip all sense of mystery from the Christian life, leaving no room for awe or wonder or exploration, believing the boxes we've created (or subscribed to) are sufficient display cases for the "awesome God" we seek to worship and serve.</i></b><br />
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No wonder people in America are bored with Christianity. And no wonder even in the church (perhaps especially so), relationships suffer great brokenness. We prefer knowledge to relationship and embrace the illusion of certainty over a humility that would enable us to love. The journey into which we invite people is not compelling, and our overblown sense of confidence in our own knowledge leaves little room for the complexities inherent in humanity.<br />
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At <a href="http://qideas.org/qboston/" target="_blank">Q Boston</a>, Jefferson Bethke spoke of our need to give people a better "yes" instead of simply telling them "no" all the time. What if, rather than shaming those who don't meet our expectations, we actually lived lives of love for God and others -- not some mere obligatory, duty-driven sense of "love" but one that actually <i style="font-weight: bold;">delights in</i> God <i><b>and others</b></i>? What if we actually learned to enjoy people for who they are -- <b><i>as they are</i></b> -- and truly trusted God's Spirit to lead them into greater depths of grace and truth, transforming them in His way and His timing, as <b><i>He </i></b>sees fit, instead of imposing our own particular set of convictions on all those we meet? <br />
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Surely a world in which we are not seeking to control everything and everyone but instead are constantly seeking reasons to rejoice and ways to love people would offer people a better "yes." Surely a world in which we stop trying to dominate and instead pursue peace would be one people might actually be drawn to join. Surely it would more clearly reflect the Kingdom Jesus began to build as He challenged the religious structures that heaped burdens on people in His culture and as He embraced the outcasts and failures.<br />
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Can we lay down our self-righteous sacrifice for the sake of mercy?<br />
Can we lay down our pride for the sake of humility?<br />
Can we lay down our dogma for the sake of a little mystery?<br />
Can we lay down our fear for the sake of love?<br />
Can we lay down our sense of doom and judgment for the sake of hope?<br />
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As I said earlier, I've been the self-righteous, prideful, dogmatic, fearful, judgmental person in the past. To be sure, I'm not fully cured of it. But I began to learn a few years ago that it was just about the most invigorating thing in the world to allow my thinking to be challenged (often by the life and words of Jesus, no less)! Being willing to consider things beyond what I currently believe to be true at any given moment has yet to cause me to lose my faith. On the contrary, it has strengthened my faith exponentially to see that God is not as small and powerless and, most importantly, uncaring as we often make Him out to be. Spend some hours soaking in the life and ministry of Jesus as recorded in the Gospels, and I can almost guarantee you will walk away with less certainty and more questions but also with greater hope in a God who doesn't seek to shame or despise or reject but who <b><i>comforts </i></b>the shamed, <b><i>loves </i></b>the despised, and <b><i>identifies with</i></b> the rejected. <br />
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I realize that I can convince absolutely no one of anything I'm saying. One must be open to the possibility that God is more complex than we've understood Him to be. But I can say with confidence that given a true chance, He will happily shatter many of the boxes to which you've believed Him to be confined, and allowing Him to do that will be the start of perhaps the most life-giving, joyful, sometimes scary but ultimately freeing journey of your life.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-25098964600454796692014-05-14T18:22:00.003-07:002014-05-14T18:22:42.769-07:00Are we following the REAL Jesus?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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As I was looking through my notes from Q Nashville a few days ago, I found myself being drawn back to a question that's been burning a hole in my brain over the past few months...<br />
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Are we following the REAL Jesus?<br />
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A couple of years ago my friend Patricia made a comment about how, as she had been re-reading the Gospels, she found herself wondering if the way she had been presenting Christianity to her friends was a false advertisement of sorts. She had begun to recognize Christ's call to "die to self," and that wasn't something she had ever brought up when inviting someone to follow him. Patricia's realization stuck with me as a critical reminder that sometimes we need to re-examine our preconceived notions about our faith.<br />
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That memory re-surfaced as I was reflecting on Russell Moore's Q talk, "A Prophetic Minority." He spoke of how it's hard to argue that the Christianity of the New Testament was <i style="font-weight: bold;">ever</i> a majority in America; how one of the most dangerous things we could do as the church is try to <b style="font-style: italic;">normalize</b> Christianity and the Gospel; and how Christianity has <b><i>never </i></b>proposed to be the "best way to live" but has instead always come with a scandal and a cross. Moore reminded us that Jesus freaked out even his own disciples.<br />
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These were sobering thoughts.<br />
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See, I'm afraid too many of us in the American church have either forgotten these things, never realized them to begin with, or chosen to ignore them. A friend of mine has said we like to talk about Jesus without talking about Jesus, and I've come to believe he's right. I hear too many people talk about Jesus as though he came preaching a morality designed to keep us safe and separate from the rest of the world, and always "right," when in reality he stepped on the scene and proceeded to tear down the walls the self-righteous leaders had erected while building bridges to connect with those who had been locked out of their religious system. He brought a message not of mere pristine morality but of radical love that treated those shunned by the religious as beloved insiders. He shocked and offended his own people.<br />
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And this is where I think we make the exact same mistake as the Pharisees. We trust our own limited, broken, <b><i>human</i></b> understanding of Scripture - of the <i style="font-weight: bold;">written</i> Word of God - more than we trust the example of Jesus - the <i style="font-weight: bold;">living</i> Word of God. And so we erect our own walls designed to keep us safe, separate, and "right," ignoring the fact that Jesus' life broke down the paradigms that existed in the minds of the studied, scholarly religious leaders of his day. We overlook the fact that Jesus showed the Pharisees in his words and actions that they were completely missing the point of the written Word, which was <b><i>love</i></b>.<br />
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Just like the Pharisees, we, too, are shocked and offended by anyone who dares to point out such things to us today.<br />
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I wholeheartedly believe every single one of us - but particularly those of us who live in America and treasure our culture of independence and consumerism - have our own faulty paradigms that Jesus wants to rattle apart, but many of us are so confident in our current understanding of Scripture we close our ears and eyes and <i style="font-weight: bold;">hearts</i> to the prophetic voices in our modern world. We ignore echoes of the likes of Jeremiah crying out to Israel or Jesus rebuking the Pharisees telling us that we, God's people, have missed the point and lost the plot.<br />
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Jesus was once asked what the greatest commandment was. He answered, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. <i><b>On these two commandments depend all the Law and the Prophets.</b></i>" (Matthew 22:37-40, emphasis added) Paul echoes this when he says "the one who loves another has fulfilled the law...Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore love is the fulfilling of the law." (Romans 13:8b, 10)<br />
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Some people like to fixate on the fact that we are warned in the New Testament, even by Jesus himself, against false teachers. It's as though this gives us license not to love certain people (at least not in our actions). I think, though, there is a distinct possibility we have hopelessly over-complicated this whole "false teaching" thing. If even Jesus himself boiled down good theology to loving God and loving people, is not the simple, logical connection to false teachers that they will discourage loving God and/or loving people? It seems foolish to me to water down what Jesus made so plain, to act as though he left out some things when he said the law was fulfilled in love. I certainly don't want to make any such claim, whether explicit or implied! To do so would convey a sense of human pride which seems much more likely to fuel false teaching than humbly trusting in the simplicity of what Jesus said.<br />
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In fact, it's interesting to note that one instance in which Jesus warned people about such things is sandwiched between two statements about a <b><i>loss of love </i></b>among people...<br />
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<i>And then many will fall away and betray one another and </i><b><i>hate </i></b><i>one another. And many false prophets will arise and lead many astray. And because lawlessness will be increased, the <b>love</b> of many will grow cold. </i>(Matthew 24:10-12, emphasis added)</blockquote>
<b>The absence of love and the presence of hate would seem to be closely linked to people being led astray by "false prophets."</b> Interesting.<br />
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Thankfully, Jesus offers hope in his next sentences...<br />
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<i>But the one who endures to the end will be saved. And this gospel of the kingdom will be proclaimed throughout the whole world as a testimony to all nations, and then the end will come. </i>(Matthew 24:13-14)</blockquote>
Some Christians seem eager to give up on the world, as though our belief that things are falling apart beyond repair will speed our reunion with Christ. But here we're told the Gospel of God's Kingdom will spread throughout the world before the end comes. That sounds like a <i style="font-weight: bold;">hopeful</i> movement to me, even if it's in the face of trials and tribulations...something to aspire to. However, such a movement won't be fueled by our pride or fear or self-righteousness.<br />
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But it <b style="font-style: italic;">will</b> be fueled by <i style="font-weight: bold;">LOVE</i>.<br />
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Maybe that's why Jesus boiled everything down to that one simple four-letter word. And maybe the fact that Scripture clearly tells us he did that ought to motivate us to examine what sort of Jesus we've been following. Because if we're following some version of him that's leading us to indoctrinate people with a thousand specific beliefs, and if that's causing us to condemn certain people or write them off or make any other number of prideful or fear-based moves, I think we're following the wrong guy.<br />
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But if we're following the Jesus who calls us to <i style="font-weight: bold;">love</i>, and if that's inspiring us to invite others to join us in walking with him as we receive <i style="font-weight: bold;">and</i> give away his radical love, <i style="font-weight: bold;">then</i> I think we're on the right track.<br />
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<i>We speak with convictions and kindness because we don't believe transformation comes through a set of ideas but a Galilean voice.</i><br />
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Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-80153615419761798822014-03-31T21:07:00.000-07:002014-03-31T21:10:15.967-07:00Noah: A Story of Mercy<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<i>My Sunday school teachers had turned Bible narrative into children's fables. They talked about Noah and the ark because the story had animals in it. They failed to mention that this was when God massacred all of humanity... </i></blockquote>
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<i>How did we come to think the story of Noah's ark is appropriate for children? Can you imagine a children's book about Noah's ark complete with paintings of people gasping in gallons of water, mothers grasping their children while their bodies go flying down white-rapid rivers, the children's tiny heads being bashed against rocks or hung up on fallen trees? I don't think a children's book like that would sell many copies. </i></blockquote>
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I find it quite ironic that I read these words only a few days before seeing "Noah" in the theater. I'll be honest, though I encouraged my fellow Christians to give the movie a chance, asking them to see the film and look for some merit before writing it off, I went in with fairly low expectations myself, simply because the only other film I've seen by director Darren Aronofsky was not one that I enjoyed. I didn't find it offensive, just a little creepy. I was afraid I might come away from "Noah" with a similar response. However, my hesitation proved to be unnecessary, as I actually found much to appreciate in this new film. Did they take liberties with the story? UH, YEA. But that, for me, did not hinder the central message of the story.<br />
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**Spoilers ahead!**<br />
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I'll start with a few things this movie brought to life for me that I'd never previously considered, things that did NOT depart from the Biblical account.<br />
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1. It was DARK inside the ark. Like really, really dark. I guess I'd always subconsciously imagined it with windows?<br />
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2. Along the lines of what Donald Miller was saying in the excerpt above, it must have been truly horrifying to hear the screams of all those whose lives were being taken by the flood while YOU sat in safety. I deeply appreciated how this was poignantly portrayed in the movie. As a fairly extreme <a href="http://www.myersbriggs.org/my-mbti-personality-type/mbti-basics/thinking-or-feeling.asp">feeler</a>, it doesn't matter HOW firmly I believe someone is getting something he or she justly deserves, I still am deeply troubled when I witness another person's pain. Being in THIS particular situation...well, I just can't imagine. I heard one comment about how the filmmakers had an agenda to portray God as mean. Well, to be honest, I would humbly suggest that impression has little, if anything, to do with the way the filmmakers told the story and pretty much everything to do with the story itself, even as one would read it straight out of Genesis. Sometimes it hurts to be confronted with the uglier realities of certain aspects of our faith story. AND YET, while I completely understand how one could read the story or see the film and think God is mean and hateful, the crucial element here is to remember the whole reason God sent the flood was because men had become so evil & violent they were destroying each other. This act of judgment was actually an act of mercy, and contrary to how sending a flood of this magnitude appears on the surface, through it God actually showed his LOVE for humanity by preserving mankind through Noah's family. And I actually believe this was conveyed through the film.<br />
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3. There was a time when the creation story was globally recognized and accepted, even by the most wicked of men. I LOVED hearing one character after another speak of "The Creator" and getting a glimpse of a culture in which this story would have been passed down through oral tradition and accepted by all as a central component of life. I also LOVED the creation montages used throughout the movie as the story was being retold. Beautiful artwork.<br />
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4. Although I knew Noah got drunk at some point after the flood, it had somehow never occurred to me to wonder WHY. Though many liberties were taken throughout the film, including with what happened during Noah's family's time on the ark, the fact is God had not told Noah (or at least it was not recorded) how long his family would be confined to that space or when it might be over or, really, what would happen afterward. I think we can all relate to being in the midst of a waiting period, not knowing when or how God is going to change our circumstances, and feeling something along the lines of situational cabin fever. Not knowing if or when a difficult circumstance is going to change can make a person lose it a little. Add to that uncertainty whatever myriad of emotion Noah may have felt in light of the fact that THE ENTIRE HUMAN POPULATION HAD JUST BEEN DESTROYED outside his door, and suddenly it's not at all mysterious to me that Noah may have sought a bit of escape in the form of alcohol. <br />
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Now, as I said, the filmmakers did take liberties with the story, perhaps most notably with Movie Noah's coming to the conclusion that God wanted to destroy ALL of humanity, INCLUDING him and his own family. He came to believe their purpose was simply to preserve the animals. When his only daughter-in-law, presumed to be barren, turned out to be pregnant, he determined he would take the baby's life if it was a girl, thus preventing any future births. While nothing like this happens in the Biblical account, I don't have a problem looking past that to see what the filmmakers may have been trying to say through their own version of the story, and to be honest there were a few elements of this plot line that I actually really appreciated.<br />
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1. Movie Noah recognized the brokenness that existed within himself and his own family. He didn't assume they were incapable of great violence even though God had chosen them for an important mission. I appreciate that the filmmakers painted Noah as a self-aware man when it would have been easy to have him come off as self-righteous.<br />
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2. Movie Noah's wife desired mercy when all Noah could see was the need for judgment. Though she, too, acknowledged her family's brokenness, she still desired life and love for them even when Noah had given up and resigned himself to this idea that God wanted them to die, too.<br />
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3. After Movie Noah's twin granddaughters were born, and he arrived on the scene ready to take their lives, fulfilling what he believed God had called him to do, he caved, saying he couldn't do it. From the time Noah's downward spiral began to this moment in the movie, I was wondering more with each passing minute if I was going to end up hating the film. My response was hinging on whether Noah came to his senses or not. When he lowered his knife past the babies, tears rolled down my face and all I could think was, "<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=hosea+6%3A6&version=NIV">For I desire mercy, not sacrifice.</a>" YES. Thank you, God.<br />
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4. After Movie Noah's family was living on land again, Noah had a conversation with Ila in which he said he failed God by not completing the task of ending the line of humanity. Ila SO WONDERFULLY challenged his statement...I wish I had the exact wording, but she essentially said, "DID you [fail]? God chose YOU to go on the ark. You had a choice -- he knew you would have a choice -- and you chose mercy, and love." YES, YES, YES!!! This whole plot line may have been entirely man-made, but the message it conveyed is SO TRUE to the heart of God! <br />
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That pivotal scene between Noah and Ila was my favorite moment of the movie, and it was what enabled me to embrace this film. The details may have been skewed, but the message was still that <b><i>God loves humanity</i></b>. He loves us enough to put an end to our selfishness and violence when we're killing each other. And he loves us enough to preserve us in spite of our brokenness when we're willing to walk with him. <br />
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There is plenty more I could say, but I'll close with just one more thought. I feel like we as Christians sometimes make the same mistake Movie Noah made in thinking God has put us here to execute judgment on his behalf. But we who live in this day and age have the advantage of knowing how he revealed himself and his heart in the life of Jesus, and Jesus' life clearly showed us that God desires to show mercy. May we come to our senses as Movie Noah did in the man-made part of this story that's being told on film and recognize that mercy and love are indeed the things The Creator longs for us to choose.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-20474002018968508992013-09-19T00:01:00.000-07:002013-09-19T00:11:45.746-07:00"Guard your heart." Um, yea, about that...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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For pretty much as long as I can remember I've heard <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=proverbs%204:23&version=NIV">Proverbs 4:23</a> quoted as something of a warning against investing too deeply in someone (particularly a member of the opposite sex) prematurely, lest they end up disappointing you. I always understood the logic behind such a precautionary measure, and yet there was also always something about it that just didn't sit right with me. For years I chalked that up to my own stubbornness and the idea that I was too foolhardy to embrace common sense, but at some point over the past couple years I started to recognize a better reason that interpretation of this proverb just didn't resonate with me.<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">It's completely antithetical to the Gospel of God's Kingdom.</span></i></b></div>
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Allow me to step away from the proverb for a moment. Something God really impressed upon my heart last year was the fact that if I'm supposedly a part of this Kingdom where Jesus reigns, that means I no longer get to assume the throne in my own life. And another thing He really impressed upon me last year was the fact that submitting my life to Christ should lead to restored relationships in all facets of my life -- which I began to realize had a lot more to do with my choosing to love others selflessly than keeping up with a list of do's and don't's. This is where Christianity -- in its pure sense -- breaks away from all other religions. The main point is LOVE.<br />
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Now back to the proverb, how does a call to love selflessly fit in with the idea that we should "guard our hearts" by keeping a safe distance from certain people to ensure that we don't get hurt or disappointed? Well, if you ask me, it doesn't. It surely isn't what Jesus modeled during His time upon the earth, as He faced rejection, ingratitude, and betrayal time after time. These things never once caused Jesus to pull back and withhold His love. (Now, granted, He had harsh words for a few people, but if memory serves me correctly, those words were reserved for the religious leaders who were making it difficult for people to connect with Him. I've pointed this out before and I undoubtedly will again, simply because I think it's a truth too many of us have lost sight of in our quest for personal right-ness. But alas, I digress.)<br />
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If I am being transformed to look more like Jesus, why would I interpret a Scripture that urges me to guard my heart as a warning that I should somehow limit the investments I make in other people, lest I experience some form of pain as a result? Would it not be more reflective of His life to guard my heart against things like bitterness, jealousy, pride, and unforgiveness -- things that lead to broken relationships -- and to be willing to take the risk of caring deeply for other people, even if they don't all care deeply for me in return?<br />
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There is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dc0_zXwAHj8">a scene</a> in M. Night Shyamalan's film "The Village" in which the leader of the town in which the movie is set has allowed his blind daughter to venture beyond the sequestered, supposedly safe confines of their small community in order to seek advanced medicine for the badly-injured man she loves. The other leaders are appalled when they learn of this since their entire purpose in forming the community was to keep its members sheltered from the evils outside. As they voice their frustrations with his decision, he emphatically declares, "Yes, I have risked! I hope I am always able to risk everything for the just and right cause!" And what is that "just and right cause" but love? "The world moves for love," he says softly, moments later. "It kneels before it in awe."<br />
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I want to live my life with a willingness to risk for the sake of love. My friend Lisa who lives in Nicaragua wrote <a href="http://lisasmith.myadventures.org/?filename=the-bravest-heart-i-know">an affecting piece</a> last September about a girl in her community who is living in this very tension, and it has stuck with me ever since. I know it is risky to love freely. I know at times it will lead to pain. But you know what? For one thing, pain is a little easier to bear when you know you're following a call to something beautiful. And for another thing, it's not all painful. Loving freely brings about a great deal of joy and beauty, too, that wouldn't be found without taking the risk of opening up your heart to other people.<br />
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So do yourself a favor. Guard your heart, but guard it against the fear of allowing it to do what it was made to do: LOVE. After all, <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20john%204:18&version=NIV">elsewhere in the Bible</a> we're told that perfect love drives out fear. In the words of Rend Collective Experiment, "Real love is not afraid to bleed." Yes, sometimes we will bleed. Jesus did. He seemed to believe it was a risk worth taking. And so do I.<br />
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I came across two great pieces on this topic yesterday. Click <a href="http://www.prodigalmagazine.com/guarding-my-heart/">here</a> or <a href="http://www.jennyraearmstrong.com/2013/06/03/james-michael-smith-guarding-our-heart-doesnt-mean-keeping-it-from-getting-broken/">here</a> if you're interested in reading them.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-60023206791454303352013-09-11T23:56:00.000-07:002013-09-11T23:56:11.345-07:00Re-thinking RelationshipsWhat's this? Two blogs in less than a week? After three and a half months of silence? Well, yes and no. Actually, the bulk of what I'm posting tonight was written prior to <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2013/05/lets-be-honest.html">the last blog I posted before my extended period of silence</a>, but it never made its way off the pages of my notebook and onto my computer screen until tonight. Why am I posting it now? Well, because I stumbled across it Sunday afternoon when I pulled out my notebook to start composing <a href="http://a-kaleidoscopic-life.blogspot.com/2013/09/an-environment-of-welcoming.html">my most recent blog</a>, and when I reread it I thought, "Dang, those were really good thoughts!" Ha! Basically these are some ideas that I think challenge the way a lot of us approach relationships, but rather than elaborating on that any further, I'll let the ideas speak for themselves...<br />
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<b>Idea #1: Be who God made you, not who you think someone else wants.</b><br />
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To begin with, trying to be someone other than yourself is not sustainable. Let's say you're able to present another persona and gain someone's attention. Then what happens when the true you surfaces? More importantly, though, <a href="http://burnsidewriters.com/2013/05/08/dumpster-diving/">God has made you the way you are</a>*, with a specific set of gifts and passions and experiences, for a reason. You have a unique role to play in His Kingdom. If you attempt to override His design for you, you may miss out on things He has called you specifically to do.<br />
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<i>What I'm not saying: </i> Never consider where you might need adjustment. God gave you a unique design, but even that God-given design needs to be examined and transformed as you submit to His guidance in your life.<br />
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<b>Idea #2: Stop seeking the perfect person.</b><br />
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The truth is, no matter how Christ-like someone is, <a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/relationship/features/27749-you-never-marry-the-right-person">he or she is still human</a>*. We all experience ebbs and flows in our faith journey. We all face seasons of doubt, discouragement, and weakness. We all have areas of immaturity. These things do not make a person unworthy of your love and relationship. Instead of seeking the person who has it most together, seek someone who admits his or her shortcomings and humbly pursues growth.<br />
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<i>What I'm not saying: </i> Throw all your standards out the window and enter into a relationship with just anyone. Sometimes a person legitimately needs to undergo some expansive character transformation before a serious relationship could possibly be healthy.<br />
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<b>Idea #3: Look beyond the surface.</b><br />
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Just because a girl is physically attractive does not mean she will fulfill your God-given desires. And just because a guy pays attention to you does not mean he knows how to truly express your God-given value. Is this person trustworthy? Does he or she genuinely appreciate you? Can you see yourself growing old with this person when beauty has faded and energy has waned? Is he or she a proven friend?<br />
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<i>What I'm not saying:</i> It's not okay to be attracted to someone's appearance or personality. These are fine things; they just aren't the most important things.<br />
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<b>Idea #4: Give people a chance.</b><br />
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I don't know how long ago the concept of "friend zoning" someone came into play, and perhaps this trend has come and gone already unbeknownst to me, but I feel like it's a pretty ridiculous way of thinking. I probably wouldn't have said this even as recently as a couple of months ago, largely because I wouldn't have wanted to subject myself to the possibility of giving certain people a chance, but God has been shifting my thinking when it comes to this. If someone is already a friend, it seems to me that this should qualify rather than disqualify them for your consideration. Why? Because I would hope one of our primary qualifications for any romantic relationship is friendship. Though I definitely have an easier time picturing myself with some people than others, God has softened my heart to the idea of giving pretty much anyone with whom I already have an established friendship a chance, given the opportunity. There's no telling what might be right under our noses that we could potentially miss out on by prematurely dismissing certain people as "just friends."<br />
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<i>What I'm not saying: </i> You should try casually dating all your friends. That might be a little extreme. Just be open to the possibility that something deeper could possibly develop from a pre-existing friendship. <a href="http://storylineblog.com/2013/05/10/the-power-of-not-over-thinking-it/">Don't over think it</a>* too soon.<br />
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<b>Idea #5: Recognize that romantic relationships are in no way separated from our calling to represent Christ's Kingdom in a broken world.</b><br />
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I think many of even the most committed followers of Christ tend to unwittingly view romance through a compartmentalized lens, buying into the pursuit of chemistry and emotion. In reality it should be something more than that: the joining of two lives already actively bringing glimpses of Christ's Kingdom to the world around them in unique ways designed by God for each individual, now entering into a lifelong pursuit of continuing to reflect His Kingdom as a team. Sometimes I think the world sees certain things more clearly than we do, and to quote some wisdom offered up by Maroon 5, "It's not always rainbows and butterflies; it's compromise that moves us along." The Gospel is a call to die to self, and if anything, a relationship that could lead to marriage will probably require more of our sacrifice than any other relationship. This is not a bad thing. It is hard, but it is good.<br />
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<i>What I'm not saying: </i> Put away the confetti, romantic relationships are actually a killjoy. A good relationship won't be oppressive, it just won't be easy. It will be a challenge, but it has the potential to be beautiful. To quote some more wisdom, this time from Mat Kearney, "Nothing worth anything ever goes down easy."<br />
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That's the end of what I wrote back in May. To wrap this up tonight, I guess the main point I want to get across is that sometimes I think we get so wrapped up in wanting to BE and wanting to FIND the perfect mate, we get lost and forget <a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/life/relationships/there-no-such-thing-%E2%80%98-one%E2%80%99">we will never BE nor FIND such a thing</a>* so long as we live in a broken world. And along with that, people can surprise you. That super quiet girl who was home schooled can turn out to be incredibly witty. That guy who frustrated you with his Facebook arguments can turn out to have a huge heart for segments of culture that tend to be misunderstood. The guy who is loud and crazy can turn out to have really deep thoughts about investing in a church community. Don't take yourself too seriously, and don't be too quick to judge others. Love the people in your life, take the time to really get to know them, and keep an open mind. God may have something amazing in store that we never would have sought out or expected on our own.<br />
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*I highly encourage you to read the articles I linked to in this post. There is some great food for thought in each one!Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-27792809754475535102013-09-08T22:09:00.000-07:002013-09-08T22:09:16.454-07:00An Environment of WelcomingLast week I had conversations with two people within a three-day time span in which each person shared with me some recent events in his/her life that had been frowned upon by other Christians. Both individuals were aware of the perception with which they would likely be viewed, but that didn't make the feelings of judgment or even ostracism any less hurtful. (Let me clarify that neither person had done anything blatantly sinful -- although even if they had, haven't we all??) Each of these friends expressed gratitude that I had been willing to listen to their stories without judging them or acting as though they were sliding down a slippery slope into the fiery pit of hell. (I may have taken some liberties with exactly how they expressed that last part...)<br />
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I don't say any of this to congratulate myself but rather to ask why those of us who follow a God we describe as all-powerful often act as though He can only work in and through people when they display what we would consider to be impeccable decision-making. If our God is so big, why do we so often think another person's seemingly risky choices are going to prevent God's movement in his or her life? I am well aware that there are some decisions and behaviors that are clearly harmful to others (or to one's self) and I'm not suggesting we ought NEVER to intervene in another person's life. But why are we so quick to jump to fear-induced pleas, expressions of disappointment, or worse yet, threats?<br />
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What bothers me most is knowing these friends of mine didn't perceive their fellow Christians as safe places to share their stories (and sadly with good reason). If anything, I would hope that we who follow the Jesus with whom prostitutes and tax collectors felt at home would create a refuge to which all people could come to be real, to be vulnerable, to be met with love and grace - and yes, truth, but not the sort of truth that slaps someone across the face (it seems to me that Jesus reserved that sort of truth for those supposed followers of God who made life difficult for other people...if you're in that category, then okay, maybe you need that kind of truth, but my friends did not) but the sort of truth that embraces someone, flaws and all, and says, "I understand. I'm broken, too, and I may not have an easy answer for you, but I will walk with you through this. You are not alone."<br />
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I've been thinking a lot lately about how the church seems to rely a lot on fear, guilt, and shame to manipulate people into "appropriate" behavior. I'm not exactly sure how that demonstrates the fact that Christ came to offer us forgiveness and freedom, but somehow it doesn't seem to me that fear or guilt or shame are exactly what Jesus had in mind when He came to proclaim the good news of His Kingdom...<br />
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This scene from The Office has always made me laugh, but sometimes I fear we as Christians echo Michael's statement to Toby when we encounter someone doing something we don't approve of.<br />
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I don't know about you, but it's God's grace and mercy that keep me clinging to Him, not some sense that He's going to "get me" if I don't behave. I don't know when we started thinking that manipulation was part of our calling as Christians, but I wholeheartedly believe there is a better way. A <i style="font-weight: bold;">right</i> way, actually. And the last thing I want to do as a Christian is foster an environment within the body of Christ in which people feel they have to either put up walls or get out.<br />
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I was sort of blindsided recently after I opened up to someone and was essentially asked not to share the part of my life I opened up about. I'm an extremely trusting person (perhaps to a fault), but I really believe my openness with others is a big factor in why many people such as the two friends I mentioned earlier are comfortable opening up to me about sensitive subject matter they're hesitant to share with others. And I think that's the way it should be in the church. What is the church if we have to hide when we show up? How can God produce genuine transformation in us if we're just masquerading as though we've already got it all together?<br />
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I have another friend who decided last year to start letting go of his facade, to start being real about the broken parts of his life. He may not always say the most appropriate things these days, but do you know what he does do? He loves people well. He makes others feel welcome and included. And to me, this reflects Jesus more than his previous charade.<br />
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It's not until people know they are loved and accepted exactly as they are that they can experience genuine, heart-level transformation. Outward behaviors should undoubtedly follow suit (though we should not be too quick to assume a lack of inner transformation if those behaviors are slow to materialize, because the truth is transformation is a life-long process), but if the heart is not affected first, any outward change is only superficial. And last I heard, Jesus was not a big fan of white-washed tombs...<br />
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I visited a church this morning where a friend of mine was leading worship, and the pastor's message was exactly in line with these things God has been speaking to my heart lately. One of his points was that we should "reject shame as a motivator." He reminded us that shame has never changed anyone's life, and while this doesn't mean we never confront sin, it does mean that we should only confront it from a stature of grace, not judgment.<br />
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He also said that we ought not to be rule-based and reminded us that Jesus had but two "rules": 1. Love God. 2. Love others. He compared the Christian life to football, saying that the object of a football game is to score points (preferably more than the opposing team, of course), not simply to avoid penalties. Likewise, the goal for the Christian is to LOVE, not to simply avoid missteps. To paraphrase what he said, a win for us is to love our neighbor enough to share the love of Jesus, NOT to carry a flag in our pocket to throw at another Christian...just to play penalty-free is not the "win."<br />
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We would do well to remember this - to love more, to judge less. To let people be real. To listen and not to condemn. To foster an environment of welcoming rather than a masquerade. <br />
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May we truly love unconditionally -- just as Christ loves us.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-53854537457531301822013-05-28T00:08:00.000-07:002013-08-01T15:58:02.050-07:00Let's Be HonestYesterday after church I headed to a local coffee shop that I visit once a week to do some reading and writing. The guy working knew me because of my frequent visits, and yesterday as we were talking he asked me my age. I answered somewhat reluctantly and was delighted when he expressed genuine shock and said he would have guessed I was [12 years young than my actual age].<br />
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One might wonder why it matters to me, but I can point to at least two reasons without giving it a second thought. First, I always expected I'd be married long before now, and being reminded of the age I've now reached without seeing that dream realized is usually painful. Second, it would take at least two (and in some cases three) hands to count the years between my age and that of pretty much all my single male friends, and while age difference isn't a big deal to me, I fear it may be to them, and I am therefore not eager to draw attention to its existence.<br />
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Now my life has, for as long as I can remember, been filled with wonderful experiences and far more than my fair share of amazing friends. If I'd married before now, I almost undoubtedly would have missed out on at least some percentage of these blessings, and honestly I wouldn't trade the latter for the former. But that in no way diminishes the desire I have or the ache its deferment often produces in my heart.<br />
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Here's something that's not helpful for people like me (and perhaps this is why I so rarely broach this subject except with the closest of friends): offering cliched statements intended to be encouraging.<br />
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Now there is definitely some truth within these statements. There is also just enough misguided advice and lack of empathy to make me feel like I've been slapped in the face (albeit unintentionally) each time I'm on the receiving end. While I truly believe people who say such things do so with the best of intentions, such statements unfortunately ignore a few basic truths that can produce unwarranted burden in the life of the hearer.<br />
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1. A spouse is not a guaranteed part of God's story for everyone.<br />
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2. While marriage does bring responsibilities that can limit opportunities, I would hope that those of us who follow Christ do not view marriage as a closed door on freedom but rather a new context through which to experience various facets of life. I do realize many people are facing trying marriages, and I do not want to minimize such difficult situations. But I don't believe God intended for us to view marriage as limiting, or else He probably would have said something in Genesis more along the lines of, "It will be perfectly fine for Adam to function as a singular unit," than, "It is not good for man to be alone."<br />
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3. God's story for each person is different. Some people find their mate when they're not looking. Some find that person in the midst of the hunt. Some are focused on God when the relationship begins. Some are not. God does not hold every person to some standard set of requirements before entering into marriage.<br />
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4. No one is ever fully "ready." Granted, some are better prepared than others, but I imagine even the best marriages must involve a good deal of trial and error.<br />
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I'm currently reading Rick McKinley's book, <u>This Beautiful Mess</u>, and in it he describes a time when his son was admitted to the hospital with an undiagnosed illness. He explains with candor his and his wife's pain and fear during the episode as well as the responses of people around them and their effects on his family.<br />
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<i>During those weeks, some well-meaning people gave us the right answers. "God knows what's happening," they said. Or, "Josh will be fine because we're praying." The right answers seem right to say, of course, and seem right when you hear them, but they don't help much. To be honest, the right answers began to make us angry. Somehow Christians have a hard time saying things like, "I don't know why the hell this is happening or how this will end. You guys must be scared to death." I guess we all need to be able to explain life down to every last detail even when the answers don't mean anything to us. We just can't stand the questions. But in the kingdom of God, I have come to believe, it is all right not to have all the answers, and I think Jesus likes it even more when we don't make up ones that are safe and easy but hollow.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>Just because people prayed did not mean that Josh would be okay.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>Just because God knew what was happening didn't mean I did. Or that I knew how God would intervene for our family. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>Just because I knew a Bible verse that says God will answer when I pray didn't mean I wouldn't lose my kid to some stupid killer infection. His answers are not always my answers.</i></blockquote>
Here are the two most meaningful things that have ever been said to me in regard to my struggle with singleness:<br />
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<i>"I look at you, and I just think, 'God...what the heck?'"</i> </blockquote>
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<i>"I don't know what things I'd be thinking about myself if I were your age and not married...you care deeply, feel deeply, relate with passion, you give yourself to people and causes that are important to you...you may be unmarried but this is not because you are lacking in ANY way."</i></blockquote>
No trying to resolve my situation. No trying to explain it. Simply acknowledging my pain, giving me permission to feel it, and suggesting that my situation is not the result of some failure on my part.<br />
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Rick McKinley goes on to talk about how God's Kingdom showed up even in the midst of his frightening and painful experience while his son was suffering.<br />
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<i>The kingdom of God is the kingdom of life, health, beauty, salvation, and freedom to name just a few of its qualities. The enemy of the kingdom, whom the Bible refers to as Satan, is always attacking that life and health and beauty. He attacks spiritual freedom; he wants us to be paralyzed. His relentless attacks are why things are not the way they are supposed to be...yet.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>But there in the midst of the tension, the kingdom of God still comes crashing in. It usually crashes in quietly though. God showed up all through our situation with Josh:</i> </blockquote>
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<i>Gut-busting laughter that he and I shared during our hours in the hospital room.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>A friend who arranged for the guitarist from one of Josh's favorite bands to come to the hospital. That was really cool.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>People who prayed and watched our kids and loved us. People who sat with us, cried with us, laughed with us. </i> </blockquote>
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<i>In those moments, the tension receded. It had to wait while the love of God filled the room and flooded our hearts. The kingdom of darkness and ugliness, for those hours, was pushed outside the door by grace.</i> </blockquote>
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<i>I realized that God didn't create or send Josh's sickness and that He was not distant or unaware of it either. God's kingdom is present and real. He knows if a sparrow falls to the ground, Jesus said. But that doesn't mean God flicked the sparrow off the tree. Rather He is present and aware and caring, even in the tension of death and sickness. And in its own ways, Jesus' kingdom breaks in.</i></blockquote>
As I read McKinley's story, it resonated with me in light of my own recurring struggle with pain over my singleness. I recently came face-to-face once again with the reality that nothing is even on the horizon in the way of my dream of being a wife, and suddenly I was compelled to find some life pursuit that would be fulfilling even if I never get married. And so, long story short, tomorrow I begin my college career, pursuing my AA in Psychology with the hope of being able to offer people some form of counseling some day.<br />
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God has been insanely faithful in providing for this new pursuit. I enrolled in school having no idea how I'd pay for it, but two weeks ago I received an unexpected check that covered my whole summer tuition with $6 to spare. The next day I received another unexpected check from friends who wanted to enable me to buy a laptop. While I was humbled and thrilled by God's provision, a nagging voice in the back of my head began urging me to notice how God's provision for my new educational pursuits compared to His seeming lack of provision for my long-time desire to be a wife. It suggested that He found the former to be worthy of His blessing while the latter didn't matter to Him. I had to repeatedly shift my thinking, telling God I did NOT, in fact, believe He was holding out on me but that I trusted He was blessing my new direction to confirm that I was on the right track and this did not mean my prior dream was off the table with Him.<br />
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In the midst of this inner struggle as I read Rick McKinley's account of encountering the Kingdom of God even in the midst of his pain, I immediately thought of all the beautiful friendships God has blessed me with. I've been on a journey with many of these friends over the past year in which we've been discovering what the Gospel really means for our lives and what it looks like for us to pursue righteousness (in the context of right relationships) even in the midst of a broken world, and it has been incredible. Just a few days after this recent bout of discouragement, I spent an evening with quite a few of these friends, eating, talking, and laughing, in what was for me an unmistakable glimpse of God's Kingdom "crashing in quietly" even in the midst of my own pain.<br />
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I could have involved myself in another church at any point over the past few years in an attempt to increase my odds of "finding someone." But I've always believed God is big enough to provide for my dream, if that's part of His plan for me, even as I continue to invest in the only church family I've known in Reno, whether that's through someone He will bring to that church family in the future or someone I'll meet in another setting or someone who's already there but as of yet is "just" a friend. And if this dream is not part of God's plan for me, well, I'll still keep walking through life surrounded by a community I love with all my heart.<br />
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I sit here typing this on my brand new laptop feeling genuinely excited about the new chapter of life I'll enter tomorrow as I begin my college career. When I first decided to go back to school, I didn't feel like God was telling me I needed to replace my old dream with a new one but rather He had a bigger dream for me than I had for myself, one in which He would use me not only primarily in one person's life through marriage but also in many other lives through counseling. Though I've wrestled to hold on to this belief, and to accept the possibility that it will not come to fruition, my trust in the story God is writing for me remains intact amidst the tension. <br />
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I know I'm not the only person in my circle of friends who shares the desire for someone with whom to walk through life. I also know I'm not the only one who has struggled with having that dream deferred, or who has experienced frustration at being offered simplistic answers that do little to address the painful longing. One of my prayers for my community is that we will foster an environment in which we can simply be real and honest with each other, acknowledging the tension between our dreams and desires and the disappointments and heartaches that come with living in a broken world. And I pray we will sense God's Kingdom crashing quietly and beautifully into our lives through the simple knowledge that we are not alone in our struggles.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6541832323677223201.post-62446838257085942102013-04-23T10:56:00.000-07:002013-04-23T10:56:48.231-07:00The Beauty of "Neither"<div style="text-align: left;">
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<i>And then this, while Joshua was there near Jericho: He looked up and saw right in front of him a man standing, holding his drawn sword. Joshua stepped up to him and said, " Whose side are you on -- ours or our enemies'?" </i><br />
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A couple of years ago when I was taking the <a href="http://www.perspectives.org/">Perspectives</a> course, one of the most profound things I came away with was a new understanding that even from the earliest days of human history, God's people were blessed to be a blessing. God's blessing was not intended to stop with them; it was intended to spread <i>through </i>them to "<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis%2012:2-3&version=ESV">all the families of the earth</a>." Israel was the catalyst through which God wanted to make Himself known to all nations.<br />
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I honestly do not believe God was simply on some sort of power trip when He designed this; rather, He knew that only He could provide what mankind was created for: our relationship with Him that was broken in the Fall. So He chose a people who would live in such a way as to demonstrate this so that the rest of the world might be drawn to Him rather than their idols, which could do nothing for them. Israel was never the point. Even when <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=genesis%2012:2-3&version=ESV">God says He will curse those who dishonor His people</a>, I'm inclined to believe the point is not mere favoritism but God's refusal to allow anything to prevent the flow of His blessing to the world through His people.<br />
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At the end of Joshua chapter four, shortly before the commander of God's army appears to him, Joshua reminds the Israelite people that when God stopped the flow of water in the Jordan River so they could cross over, just as He parted the Red Sea for them decades earlier, it was done "so that everybody on earth would recognize how strong God's rescuing hand is and so that you would hold God in solemn reverence always." Then in chapter 5 when the commander of God's army shows up, Joshua asks him whose side he is on and he answers, "Neither." Of course it makes sense that he's not on the side of Israel's enemy, but wouldn't we expect him to be aligned with God's own people? This blew my mind.<br />
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Neither. What this answer says to me is that God and His servants are on the side of <i><b>humanity</b></i>, not one particular group of people. And that goes back to His design for His chosen people to be a blessing to the world.<br />
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Lest we, the Church, begin to think the story of God's work in the world is only about us, we need to remember that just as He designated Israel to be the conduit of His blessing to all nations, so He has called us to be the conduit of His blessing to the rest of the world in this day and age. We are called to pursue peace and to love recklessly. Should we choose to be on the side of believers or of nonbelievers? Neither.<br />
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God is not about preserving us to prove a point. He is about making Himself known through us so that others might come to know the Love they were created for. May we keep this in mind as we interact with those outside the walls of our churches. May we avoid the tendency to choose sides. May we remember that we are blessed to be a blessing.Kaysihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10358830869263496501noreply@blogger.com0