Thursday, October 10, 2013

The Search for Truth & Meaning



The search for truth is age old on our planet isn't it?  It winds between every brick building, every sand hut, and more precisely, the occasional thought of every human being on the planet.  It intersects our personal lives doesn't it?  It makes a demand, the most simple, yet infinitely complex demand and for our language, that question is "Why?"  It's a beautiful question.  So simple isn't it?  Yet the implications are so far reaching.  What question do children most commonly ask.  Why.  When I see a situation or demand, or thought that is both incredibly simple, yet infinitely complex, I see the hand of God at work in the world, or more precisely, in thought.

I remember when I was 4 or 5 years old, in the early 90s, at the old white house across from the mill where I grew up. And I remember this quite clearly for such an old memory.  I was standing in the kitchen thinking to myself.. "I wonder why I exist."  But more I remember the joy of discovery and the new existence in front of me. It felt so interesting and wonderful, everything was new. Yet I still wondered why.  

And as I think back on it, and recall myself thinking that, I start to realize that my thinking process at it's core has changed very little over the time from then until now.  I'm a seeker.  I always have been, and always will be.  But what happens when you find the answer?  The answer is indescribably wonderful, yet also a bit open ended.  

There is a paradox at work in comprehension of a connection to God.  It was that I couldn't understand it.  But let me stop you there, before you get frustrated.  It was not that it was an illogical decision, or a decision that departed from reason.  It was very much the opposite.  Christianity is both logical and reasonable.  It is also completely coherent.  

The problem was that I had been ingenuously seeking.  I had some misconceptions about what I would find, and I was looking for those things, whether consciously or unconsciously.  I will say I sought more genuinely than many I've seen.  

Some are so slanted in their seeking that they reject any and all possibility of divinity, sanctity, and most recently even coherence.  If someone reading this is seeking, let me encourage you to adopt as much neutrality regarding specific ideologies as possible.  If I really, truly, really, wanted to know the exact truth, no matter what it was, I had to seek without bias.  Wherever it would lead I would go, and then I could find truth, whatever it might be.

It takes a redefining of the entire search for meaning for philosophers and intellectuals to start chipping away at the blocks of Christianity.  Naturally that's what we've seen in our culture lately.  They say all truth is relative.  They say all morality is relative.  And there are observable societal shifts as a result of such ideologies.  We see increased depravity, immorality, economic corruption, political corruption, and a highly measurable increase in authoritarian governance.  John Adams said, "Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other."  There is an increased creation of new laws, and an increased need for new laws, as the desperately evil heart of humanity discovers new ways of doing harm and evil to one another, and themselves.  

I remember I was about 15 years old and I was questioning my cousin whom I considered wise about the meaning of existence.  I recall clearly the conversation, that I asked her what the meaning was she said it was just whatever I wanted, whatever I decided, and just go for whatever.  Her policy was "whatever."  And I recall replying something to the effect of "What about morality?  What about goodness?  What about fighting for what's right?  And she replied, "Nope, just, whatever!"  And giggled.  And I replied, "Oh I see."  And she giggled again and said, "Yeah isn't it cool!?"  

And what I remember most clearly is what I thought directly after that statement.  I knew instantly, even at that young age, that she was most certainly wrong.  

If that was the ever-present meaning and truth for all existence, that drew all men and women in all life to it's cause to the very beginning of time, there would be no society, no structure, no compassion, and no humanity.  

The very idea of humane demands a moral law.  A moral law demands a moral law giver.  And I'm right back to the truth I'd been trying to run from in my own biased search.  But even when I searched biasedly, I was still deep down able to discern a direction that would leading inexorably in the opposite direction that I was heading.  

Many scientists and scientific atheists would have you believe that the scientific community has long ago crushed the old and backwards ways of Christianity, and set forth a new landscape of truth that is infinitely more coherent.  The opposite seems to be the case.  I once read something interesting, just a short quote that read "scientists have discovered that when anyone says scientists have discovered anything, people will instantly believe it."

And doesn't that seem to be true?  We tend to instantly accept the vague statement that scientists have discovered this, or discovered that.  We place a predetermined trust in such a statement, because the scientific method builds a coherent and observable argument for a conclusion.  Fair enough, I love it in fact.  How else would we have cell phones, sanitation, and all the very interesting gadgets and gizmos, and medications and medical procedures?  Science is a wonderful thing in and of itself.  I find it most intriguing to read articles and discover little tid bits about how my loving Father operates on the natural level, and in other ways as well!  It is such a wonderful thing.

Unfortunately human pride often gets in the way.  When scientists claim to know there is no God, this is simply a falsehood.  The scientific method is unable to prove or disprove such a hypothesis as "Is there a God?"  And into the 21st century we've started to see a new line, instead of "scientists have discovered" it's "scientists have now discovered..."  And a baseline I was taught as fact in high school and college science is now something totally different.  These are theories, theories that change, fair enough.  But they ought not to be taught as fact.

Then we are moving from understanding to indoctrination.  We are placing a worldview, unproven, though observable as it is, with the full possibility of changing our fundamental baseline whenever we discover something new.  

I was going for a walk tonight under the stars, I had been wrestling with some tough questions.  My faith isn't perfect, and despite knowing to trust and believe, I often delve into my many questions about the nature of my living Father, and the nature of my reason for existing and being connected to him.  So I was bumping my head repeatedly on the limits of my ability to comprehend a timeless and infinite God, deeply wondering how God could exist forever and always, and wrestling with that idea with my own conception of existence relating to creation.  Doesn't God have to be created by something, because all one step below God was created by him?  So I was applying a simple human understanding of existence, creation, to the creator, and that wasn't working out well.  I was confused, so I went for a walk.

As I walked I was thinking to myself, Christianity requires that I believe in an all loving God, and of course I do, because of endless amounts of experiential evidence.  At the core of the belief is a requirement for me to address and admit my own inability as a human with a limited intellect to comprehend the full make up and origin as well as direction of God and his universe.  For a thoughtful seeker like myself, that is a most difficult thing to do!  I must admit I most desperately want to know the specifics.  In fact, it took winding up in such a desperately defeated situation mentally, physically, and emotionally that I literally had no choice but to call out to the creator of all things with a very simple prayer that superseded understanding.  "Jesus help me."

And there in is the experience evidence that drives me forward today.  He did help me.  That was the final piece of the puzzle, when all my star gazing and intellectual run around's failed to address and cure the fact that I was dying slowly to drug addiction.  

From there I thought to myself, does science and evolution theory provide what God is refusing to provide for my intellect?  Does science race perfectly in fact to the very origin of the universe and show me irrefutable proof of where it all came from and exactly why I exist here at this moment right now?  It most certainly does not.  In the past century, century, that's 100 years, scientists have made incredibly boastful and arrogant assumptions based on chunks of rock and clay, telescopes, and highly detailed I grant you, but limited observations about the incredibly expansive universe around them.  

And from there I scoped out, to the entire range of human history, thousands and thousands of years, and my goodness, who are we to say, in just the last 100, or 50 years just exactly where it all came from and exactly what is going on here?  We look at the entire scope of human history, how many billions of people have lived and died on this planet, and little old you and I, we've got it all figured out.  

Let's try and get humble about the approach if not anything else.  

Science postulates that for some reason all the atoms required just always existed, and then exploded, aimlessly careening into the endless abyss of dark space.  There is no time machine, where they go back and video record the forming of the universe and say "here it is, see and believe."  To me the "always existed" idea was as open ended as the idea of an all powerful God.  It didn't answer any of my questions.  Once again I was left with a leap of faith to take.  Many take that leap of faith, due to calculations and assumptions constantly changing, on the idea that since matter, it's composition and age are somewhat observable, that this data justifies a leap to the conclusion that the building blocks of the universe always existed, in some untouchable void until they chose to spontaneously burst into the current universal composition.

Yes, this is what I think about when I walk around my neighborhood at night.  So if you see me walking don't run me over, I'm obviously in a lot deeper thought that I probably ought to be.  

At the heart of my biased seeking in the past was not a sincere desire to know the truth, that was secondary to the heart of my search, my search was to find something that wasn't related to Christianity, and more true than Christianity.  Inevitably I was walked around the mullberry bush many times in endless circles of thought that lead to endless circles of addiction.  My infinite arrogance, fear, and anger were central to this search.  It was only by the inexhaustibly long and devastating process of losing everything I had, and more importantly every I was in the most painful and agonizing way possible, was my ego effectively crushed to the point where I still could not even see the truth, but I could do only one thing, call out desperately for help.

And how blessed I was to be able to make that call to the Creator.  Many die I imagine stubbornly refusing to make that call, as the last vestiges of their crippled and miserable lives slip away from them.  I exist and write this today because the Father drew me to Jesus, to know his name, and to call out in his name.  And I was healed.  

That sacrifice was adequate to save my wreckage drug addicted life, and turn it anew.  So I didn't have all the data.  I didn't know what would happen, or if anything at all would happen when I called out to Jesus Christ.  I just didn't have another option in front of me.  So I took a leap to save my own life selfishly, and defeated, and Jesus saw fit to restore me so I could now work in his service.  That indwelling of Christ allows me to become less selfish day by day, less mean day by day, and less evil day by day.  Without it, I would be in a mental hospital, prison, or dead.  


Meaning is defined as: noun
1.
what is intended to be, or actually is, expressed or indicated;signification; import: the three meanings of a word.
2.
the end, purpose, or significance of something: What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of this intrusion?

Truth is defined as: noun, plural truths  [troothztrooths]  Show IPA .
1.
the true or actual state of a matter: He tried to find out the truth.
2.
conformity with fact or reality; verity: the truth of a statement.
3.
a verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like:mathematical truths.
4.
the state or character of being true.
5.
actuality or actual existence.



Monday, October 7, 2013

Rebuking-machines, Tolerance, and Powerful Love!



I have several cries from the Bible to utterly adhere to, and I don't always or even most of the time adhere to those precepts.  Luckily I do not know many people, or more intolerance might be evident.  I am not by nature or by lineage, or by raising, a particularly tolerant person.  Whether that be because of Catholic upbringing, witnessing it in my parents, or by teaching myself to be an utterly jaded post-modernist, it might be none of those things, it might be all three, I don't really want to go there right now.

The point is that when I see sin, I get upset.  Ironically, I sin as well, and my particular brands of sin are not as intrusive as they probably ought to be in my mindset.  I try not to beat myself up with that, and just let God work on me.  Beating myself up over sin has done little in my life, aside from drive me into catatonic depression.  And I am a first hand witness to the saying, that there is nothing more painful than being utterly aware of a catastrophic problem within myself, and being utterly powerless to change it.

So why am I so intolerant?

Well, let's address tolerance first.  And I've heard a plethora of sermons and written pieces on the call that "Christians are not called to be tolerant."

And oh boy am I going down a rabbit hole now.

The first definition of tolerance is such: the ability or willingness to tolerate something, in particular the existence of opinions or behavior that one does not necessarily agree with.

So when opinions existence, and behavior exists that are outside our consideration of morality as Christians, intolerance is our refusal to accept those things.

The cultural definition seems to be a bit broader.  Intolerance as a word has really become synonymous with religion, and the growing rift between atheists and believers.  It is a term usually tagged with a feeling of bigotry and hatred.

I would agree that Christians are not called to be tolerant, yet I would also say they are.  

We are not to sit back and say nothing for appearance reasons when in the national or local debate immorality is being espoused.  We are not to endorse poor behavior as something that is ok because of wide spread acceptance in public circles.

So we're not tolerating certain things, but speaking out against them, however our response is of the most particular importance, more so than anything else, because I believe it's at this point that we're getting it very wrong.

Many, many, many Christians seemed to have appointed themselves as rebuking-machines.  And they do so angrily, and self righteously mistaking self righteous anger with true righteous anger.  Rebuking other Christians is a part of the mindset of a Christian, but it is not 95% of what we do, it's not even 50% of what we do, or even 10%. 

Matthew 22:36-40

New International Version (NIV)
36 “Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?”
37 Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’[a] 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’[b] 40 All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Very simple right there.  Love God, love others.  Now I might be confused but I don't think it says there "Rebuke your neighbor as yourself."  Nope, it certainly doesn't.  It says "love your neighbor as yourself."  

Most people are not good at loving, in fact I'm not particularly good at loving either.  I make it a point to try and offer hugs, and tell people at my support groups that I love them.  It's like turning the key on the motor of my heart and revving it.  Unfortunately the cold start valve is having some issues, but if I press the gas at the same time, that tired and angry heart might just fire up with some love in it.  I'm trying to be intentional with offering love.

Let's go even deeper and ask, why are so we poor at loving?  And has rebuking become more of a twist reaction because our hearts cannot bear the risk of loving?  

Hard-lining Christian preachers will call up the idea of rebuking, or convicting others of their sins, and then settle down in their arm chair and declare it such a hard message to preach and such a hard message to hear.  I disagree.  I think rebuking has become easy for us, because our hearts are so battered and angry anyway!  A circle of resentment, self-righteous anger, confusion, inability to change, and fear of the national shift toward immorality has ironically cut us off from our most effective tool to bring society back to our Godly moral beliefs.  Yes you guessed it, that's love.  Love, uncharacteristic compassion, and an offering of time, resources, and a great risk for rejection and pain.  There it is.  That's the truly hard teaching.  Any resentful old fool can tell somebody what a sinner they are, but the truly wise can overlook that sin, not ignore it, but refocus, and see the transformed person that Jesus Christ can and will make from the sinner standing before them.  And as they stand there, hurting, afraid, and lost, can we just offer them some love? 

Instead of self righteously declaring "Look at your sin, sinner!"  Why don't we say, "My friend, I know you have been hurt so badly, and this has lead to some poor decisions, but I love you.  And my Father loves you as well.  He loves you truly and deeply, and he wants to offer you a way out of your sadness.  Come with me, let me instruct you, guide you up in the ways of my Father, and help you to receive his son and the transformation that process entails.  I promise that this will occur if you wholeheartedly seek it.  It will not be easy, but it will be worthwhile.  Come, let's go, an exciting journey awaits!"

This is an example for a person to person confrontation, but on the national or local level we have to remember the same thing: offer love.  We have to be so very careful though.  We have to make sure our motives are right, or in our tone or inflections we may seem condescending and self-righteous.  Once again, not a good idea.  The rest of society is looking for any little thing they can find to plaster the message of churches and Christians as odd, backward, mean, cruel, or violent.  Let's not give them an inch.  Let's show them love and morality.  Let's welcome them in, because in truth we are dealing with hurting people who need our help.  So it's important on the person to person basis, as well as on local and national levels, and the internet for that matter, to be polite, kind, courteous, friendly, and loving.  And that's hard, and a hard teaching, because they are looking for a fight.  They are looking for a mud slinging match, don't give them one.  Being loving will not satisfy our inner anger at the direction of our society, but it will offer a clear route to righteousness and God loving morality.  We can't be out there to satisfy our rage at the situation.  We have to, have to, have to be out there to provide another course and a loving example.

I guess what I'm trying to point to is this: In the atheistic communities, and other communities, they can see one thing only, and that's our cruel method of constant rebuking.  If I was on the outside looking in at a Christian community constantly trying to increase my own inner pain and guilt, I would want nothing to do with such a cruel and heartless people.  But Jesus said it is by your love that others will know you are my disciples.  

We have got to, got to, got to learn how to love again.  We've got to learn how to love ourselves as those made clean before God.  And then we can learn how to love others as ourselves.  I find it interesting that Jesus included the last part in that statement, love your neighbor as yourself.  As yourself.  If you don't love yourself as a redeemed Christian, how then can you love others?  

And here's a disclaimer, we ought not to love the flesh, the old self, but love the new self being transformed in the grace offered by God.  Grace is a gifted transformation here, not earned, but perhaps deserved, at least in the eyes of God, because he sees each of us as his children.  If we had been unworthy of redemption, God would not have offered Jesus Christ as a living sacrifice for our sins.  God sees great value in us.  I'm not saying we've earned that value, I'm saying God created us with inherent value, and that value is apparent in God's mercy and love for us.  Our value and identity comes from God, and is made apparent by God offering Jesus Christ, not because of our actions, but because of his incredible infinite love for us.  Let's be pictures of Christ in the world, reflecting the light of the son.  

So I'm not going to tolerate evil in the world in a way that I endorse it.  I'm going to tolerate sin in my non-believing friends, because I'm trying to show them the heart of God which is unconditional love.  I'm going to try to show them that love in how I act toward them, and how I live my life on a daily basis.

What's the application?  Well I have friends who are atheists and post atheist pictures and text on Facebook.  Do I go under those posts and rebuke the hell out of them?  No I don't.  But I do post encouraging scripture on my Facebook wall.  And I try to magnify the positive things they do, and offer them love.  If I see a picture of them carving pumpkins with their family, I post a reply and say what a wonderful thing that it is to do with family, and how I recall my parents spending time with me when I carved pumpkins at a young age.  Now I am offering them love and encouragement.  And I will also on occasion, not constantly, but on occasion invite them to my church.  "Just show up" I'll say, you don't have to agree, but I think you'll enjoy it.  And then perhaps they'll receive that message someday.  And very importantly, I pray for them.  I submit prayer requests for people I love and people I do not love equally.  It has to be that way.  My best revenge against someone I dislike is bringing them to know God's love and receive it.

Here is the powerful thing.  I can quote scripture on and on and on for as long as I want, but non-believers are not recognizing the inherent authority.  Fine, so what do I do if they don't respond to scripture?  I love on them.  And when I'm not constantly rebuking and angrily arguing with them, they start to hear a quiet testimony coming from my heart.  They hear my words of encouragement, they see a smile on my face when before there had been none.  And they start to wonder, what is it that is so good about this Christian thing he's got going on?  Maybe, just maybe, I ought to look into that.  Because I see that example of love, and love is one thing I simply cannot ignore.

Paul the apostle became all things to all people, and by doing so converted thousands and tens of thousands, laying the foundation for the beginnings of the church.  The Romans were concerned with glory, the glory of Rome, so Paul came there and told them about the glory of God!  The Hebrews had a strong concern for light and the equation of light to God.  So Paul taught about Jesus being the light in the darkness!  The Greeks were concerned with knowledge and wisdom, so Paul explained in terms they could understand, that through the sacrifice of Christ knowledge is made apparent, and we can know Christ, and know we have eternal life.

Ravi Zacharias said it better than I could, "The pursuit of the Hebrews was idealized and symbolized by light.  “The Lord is my light and my salvation.”  “The people that sat in darkness have seen a great light.”  “This is the light that lighteth every man that comes into the world.”  The pursuit of the Greeks was symbolized by knowledge.  That’s why the Biblical writers say, “These things are written that you might know that you have eternal life.”  For the Hebrews, it was light.  For the Greeks, it was knowledge.  For the Romans, it was glory.  For the Romans, it was glory, the glory of the city of Rome, the glory of the city that wasn’t built in a day.  And here we have it.  The apostle Paul, a Hebrew by birth, a citizen of Rome, living in a Greek city, had to give to them the ideal of his ethic.  And he says this: “God, who caused the light to shine out of darkness, has caused His light to shine in our hearts, to give to us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ Jesus our Lord.”  For the apostle Paul, the ultimate ethic was not an abstraction, not symbolized merely by light, not merely by knowledge, not merely by glory, but in the very face of our Lord.  “God who caused the light to shine out of darkness has caused his light to shine in our hearts to give to us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ Jesus our Lord."

The final point I'd like to make is that I believe the ultimate message that American's can hear is that of the Love of God.  We've got to come to people on those terms, on terms of love.  Of course America is diverse, and needs intellectual arguments, conviction of sin, emotional arguments, and many other approaches, but it seems paramount among all these approaches is the American desire to love and be loved.  Let's come to them on those terms, and invite them to receive the gift of Christ, the love of God!

Go in peace and love today, and everyday :)




Thursday, October 3, 2013

Meaninglessness and the embodiment of Meaning




15 Then I said to myself,
“The fate of the fool will overtake me also.
    What then do I gain by being wise?”
I said to myself,
    “This too is meaningless.”
16 For the wise, like the fool, will not be long remembered;
    the days have already come when both have been forgotten.
Like the fool, the wise too must die!

Toil Is Meaningless

17 So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. 18 I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. 19 And who knows whether that person will be wise or foolish? Yet they will have control over all the fruit of my toil into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. 20 So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun. 21 For a person may labor with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then they must leave all they own to another who has not toiled for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. 22 What do people get for all the toil and anxious striving with which they labor under the sun? 23 All their days their work is grief and pain; even at night their minds do not rest. This too is meaningless.




What is worthy to do under the sun my friends?  Are my activities more worthy, now that Jesus Christ has come into the world?  I couldn't say.  As Abraham was justified through faith, so was Solomon.  And those he shared that message with had a good, and this was a right and true thing to be done.  But then still he claims all his toils to be meaningless.  James Macdonald made the suggestion that Solomon was "whining" in Ecclesiastes.  But I don't think so.  This is a very important book, as it explores the ends of all intentions and goals on the Earth.  They are all equally meaningless.  

I was leaving a Bible studying early, because I was quite upset and I wasn't entirely sure why.  It may have had something to do with my car being broken down a few miles away.  It may have had something to do with my inability to pay any sort of theoretical, yet highly probable bill that would result from the incident.  But I don't think so.  But anyway, my friend came and picked me up.  And I turned to him, as we sped away into the night in his white bmw, "Kyle, I was thinking.  That both before, during, and into the future after my disaster one sentence could be added after every single thing I've done, written or said: this too was meaningless."

I had felt greatly uncomfortable during the Bible study and chose to leave.  I had found the socializing meaningless, as I often do.  I had found all the conjecture on the Bible and God equally meaningless.  Not that these things in themselves were meaningless, but that the drivel about them was meaningless.  I came outside where a middle aged man was fixing a cover over his boat.  He came over and told me stories of drinking, and chaos, and injuring his back.  I laughed, and felt a certain comradry with him, as I had been there.  But once again, it felt quite meaningless.  

I had been considering the fact that it wasn't them at all, or the topic, but that it was me.  And that my overpowering sense of meaninglessness was indeed, a personal problem, and not the problem of any other.  I hadn't considered it to be the fault of anyone there or of God, or any other.  It was of my own making.

There is great toil in this human life, to often very slim result.  This is a fallen world.  Those Christians who think everything is fine, have been led astray by mass media, news, and consumerism.  Most certainly everything is not fine.  Or was that once again only within my mind?  Perhaps everything was and is just fine, since the birth, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  This sacrifice is more than sufficient.  

I remember in my many intellectual discussions with random bums and college students, I was sometimes told that they considered the death of Jesus Christ on a cross seemingly highly insufficient for the payment of all the sins of mankind.  If I had known then what I know now, I would have agreed with that individual.  But I would have also asked them if they had ever died on a cross.  I would also ask them if they understood the kind of cruelty and pain involved in such a barbaric process.  It was and probably still is the most inconceivably painful method of execution imaginable.  But that in and of itself would not have been sufficient for the redemption of all mankind.  

Add to this crucifixion several important details.  The first detail to add is that Jesus Christ was executed having done absolutely nothing wrong, over the span of his entire life.  He was completely without flaw or error in his entire life.  This is unheard of, as much as we as humans like to pretend we're such decent people.  We most certainly fall far short of perfection, and I might even add, fall short of decency all together.   

1 Peter 2:24 (NIV) lays out the most important detail of the crucifixion when considering the redemption of man kind and it says this: "He himself bore our sins" in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; "by his wounds you have been healed."

On the cross Jesus Christ gathered of all the sins of man kind, from the beginning of time, and into the future, to the very end of time, to the last sin every single person would commit on the face of the Earth.  He took that into his body and felt it.  He felt the disconnection from God.  This is what Jesus feared when he became greatly troubled the night before his crucifixion.  I cannot even postulate as to what the full implications of taking into his being all the sins of man kind for all time.  I cannot even say what it might feel like, and what kind of actual sacrificial penalty was bestowed as far as pain.  

But it gives us a good clue as to our own sins and the sufficiency of the sacrifice made by Jesus.  Once for all time the scriptures say this was done.  All sins you will commit in your future have already been paid for by Jesus Christ.  We are not nailing Jesus to the cross anew every time we sin, despite being a Christian.  There is no perfection within us, but we are undergoing a process of change.

Hebrews 10:14 (NIV) For by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy.

There is a process of growth and change going on within the heart of every Christian.  From all things the heart flows.  God doesn't need to change anything else.  Our heart determines the rest.  What does the Bible mean by heart?  It means our intentions and motives.  It looks to the very basis of why we do what we do!  If I help my neighbor by mowing his lawn, the act in and of itself is not a motive or intention.  Why did I do it?  God looks to my intentions and motives for this act.  Suppose I did it because I believe it's what a good Christian ought to do.  Is that at the core the motive or intention?  Probably not.  What underneath being a good Christian is my actual motive?  Do I desperately desire heaven?  Or do I desperately desire to make my Father, God, happy?  Are those good and true motives?  And if I did do it for my Father, did I also do it with joy in my heart?  Or was I resentful at my Father, considering him a cruel taskmaster in my life?   

I pray and ask God to exam my heart and change it fundamentally.  That is the core of the process of change going in seeking a lifestyle of peace.  And this is why I say, being a Christian and having peace requires a lifestyle change.  And a continued lifestyle of growth.  Attaining a loving heart doesn't happen by itself.  

And now, once again I wonder at the power of God.  I began this piece with the topic of meaninglessness.  And as I wrote I earnestly wanted to know what was not meaningless.  God has answered that question.  Was the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the cross meaningless?  It was not.  And it may be the only earthly event that was not meaningless, but so infused with meaning, it made up for all the rest of the sin, destruction, war, disaster, famine, and meaninglessness all put together.  And God points to the process we are in as Christians, and points this out to me clearly.  

He asks me, "Is this too meaningless?"

And I reply, "I now see, it is of great meaning and substance."

The death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is the literal infusion of meaning in my life, and in all of our lives.  And God's changing of my heart through Christ's work, is the application of that meaning in my daily life.  



Wow. 

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Processing the Past and Being Restored

 

In the everpresent fall of these neverending blissless times

August 20, 2010 at 1:22am
It smells like warm light blue soap with hints of red wine in the air here tonight.  I like it.   It feels alright.  And I cherish that.  Because these days the good feelings aren't so common anymore.  We've come to layter times.  Times of less light, day by day.  Days marked by overwhelming thoughts.  And feelings that are too real, and thoughts that are too real, thoughts that say plain things in our minds, that we know our true, and we can hardly believe it.  Things like; I don't know who I am anymore.  I don't trust myself.  I don't like myself anymore.  And I have no idea what to do.  No idea how to make it stop.  And hardly the intention or desire, it may pop up for a second or even a minute, but it passes before I can use it.  No, I'm stuck here, and I'm going nowhere.. so fucking fast.  And I remember just a few years back when everything felt like it was just beginning.  I felt like I was on the fast track, and I could do no wrong.  I could do no wrong.  No matter what stupid mistakes I made it would always be alright.  And now, it's starting to catch up to me.  No, it's caught up to me.  And it's run me down.  I'm in denial over it.   In the waste of it.  I'm drown in it, face down in it, long dead.  What's happening now?  I haven't a clue.  But it has me now.  It has me good.  I don't even want out anymore.  I'm starting to love it.  Love it because it never runs dry.  And no one demands anything out of me.  Yet I hate it.  I choke on it, like bile, like vomit, because something inside will always demand the hero out of me.  Pulling, like a cord, the best out of me.   


I was digging through my writings on my old blog, the blog I wrote during my years of addiction, alcoholism, and sadness.  The fact that I was one day going to be ok seemed to flow out occasionally in those pieces.  God wasn't going to let me die.  He had his forces watching over me, and he personally sat with me in that cold and dark empty room, as I tried to understand what was happening and why.  

I don't know which is harder, what I did then, or what I'm doing now.  Getting well is a very hard thing to do, even with God's ever-present hand on events.  Sometimes I want to give up, and just throw it all aside.  I don't want to do drugs again or drink.  No, I tried that and I know where it leads.

But I'm going to be completely honest with you.  On nights like tonight, and many nights lately, I've asked God if I could just come home.  But that isn't what I was really thinking.  What I was really thinking was, I just don't want to exist at all.  It's not like that all the time, but some nights, it's just like that.  I'm so very tired almost every day, the effects of such devastating addiction on my body... well I still feel the affects today.  It's been 11 months and 1 day since the terror ended, but still I feel the effects bodily and mentally.  Despite all the growth I so often feel very weighed down by the past and uncertain of the future.  I go through the motions day by day, I do my morning readings, I pray, and I go to my groups.  I take on the day.  But often at moments, like when I walk at the dog park and just think, I wonder at everything that has happened.

There is such a gulf in my mind between what has passed and what is now.  I can't seem to reconcile the two.  I don't know if I'm ignoring the facts, or if I've just forgotten.  

God is bringing me back from this.  I can see that clearly, and I know it is good and right to continue.  And I intend to continue.  

But I get overwhelmed by all of this.  And I just want to give up, not to turn back or fail, but to just... stop feeling.  Just to stop being... would be such a relief to my tired and weary soul.   This is a heavy process, a long process.  A march from the very bottom.  Trying to climb that ladder is exhausting. 

Trying to combat this destruction within myself is tiring.  I understand that.  I know it.  I rely on God.  But I know how Paul felt under persecution.  The loneliness and isolation of it.  It's maddening.  

I know this is the right thing.  But it's so exhausting.  Can't I have a break?  I wish I could.  

But every single moment I exist, I do indeed.. have to exist.  I have to feel the pain.  That's the key.  I have to feel this pain.  The weight of what happened.  I have to process it.  And mourn my tragedy.  It's through mourning, that I will be healed.  And then I can proceed forward.  

I finished reading "Pain and Pretending" by Rich Buhler.  It was a wonderful read, and facilitated much healing.  But it's not just my childhood I need to recover from, it's the period of time from age 16 to 27, when everything was wrong and nothing was right.  

How does one process such madness?  How does one return from such a place, tucked so far back in the woods, down a rabbit hole, and in a bizarre tangent reality?  

How does one return from these things...

The divorce of your parents at age 15?
Becoming addicted to ambien and getting expelled from High School?
Mental hospital visit one?
Crashing a 2001 pontiac sunfire while drunk at 6 in the morning?
Being raped repeatedly by a young man named John at age 22?
Two weeks in a holding cell?
40 days in a jail block?
Losing all your friends?
Leaving reality for several years, to the bizarre playgrounds of dissociative hypnotics?
Rehab, recovery, and relapse?
Hating God?
Hating people?
Hurting everyone you know and wondering why you did it?
Suicide attempt?
Misdemeanors and police encounters?
Laying in a hospital bed overdosing, being told by the doctor you may not live the night?
Mental hospital visit two, three, or four?
Detox in Chippewa Falls?  Oconomowoc?  Milwaukee?
Screaming fights?
Staying awake for days?
Failed treatment after failed treatment?
Being told by your mother that she wishes you could just pass peacefully?

I'm alive today.  Not because I searched and found the perfect rehab.  Not because I buckled down and quit everything.  Not because I read the right book.  Not because I discovered to key to enlightenment.  Not because I pulled myself up by my boot straps.  Not because I got the right kind of therapy.  Not because I finally had enough.  And not even because I walked back into 12 step recovery.  

I'm alive today for one reason, because at the very rock bottom of my life, I said three words utterly earnestly, over and over again: Jesus help me.  

And it's not even because of those words that I'm ok today.  It's because of God's mercy.  It's because of Jesus taking the full power of my endless sins into his own being on the cross, and being separated from his Father despite having done nothing wrong.  He wore my failure for me, and by that, had mercy on me.  And if that wasn't enough, he heard my call from the bottom, and had mercy on me then, and from then until now, I function on grace alone.  

That is why I feel so far from it.  Because without that grace, none of this would be possible.  If that grace left me for a minute, I would probably collapse into a pool on the floor.  But his grace will not leave me.  And I will be ok, one day.

I want to thank you, for allowing me to put my feelings into expression.  It helps me immensely, and I hope you take something away from my trials and tribulations.  I'll leave you tonight with a piece I wrote in early 2012, not knowing just a few months later Jesus would be slowly restoring me, and building me anew. 


Where are you hiding? That part of Me?

March 4, 2012 at 2:55am
Where are you hiding?  The rest of me that went sleeping, like a cat hidden somewhere in a quiet winter house, that lacks an open window for ventilation.  Where have you gone, that part of me I loved so dearly, that loved the world so clearly, and cared for all living beings equally?  It seems I have lost you somewhere in the fabric of a new grim reality tangent with uncertainty.  Where have you gone my certainty of the beauty of reality?  I can't find your essence that would flicker in the midst of my eyes all the days and the nights that I'd feel so alive.  And where have you gone my faith in the divinity that rules all consciousness from some corner of the universe, twiddling thumbs wondering about the fate of it's humanity?  It seems you have left me infinitely, humbled by the confusion of a life without certainty.  Where have you gone the happy stillness in me that would put a sun in the corner of my day, even in the dimmest opaque insanity?  You have gone somewhere to nap in defiance of my tyranny, to come back on a day when I can again receive your gifts and contemplative curiousities.  Perhaps you've always been here with me, waiting for me to remember you, as you have not forgotten me.