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Monday, 05 October 2009

  • Why love at all?

    Wondering why God loves really began for me with question "Why love?"  I would always question the motive for love, basically because almost all relational experience I had pointed to love requiring a cost. 

    Relationships with coworkers are really dependent upon performance, so I have no troubles in this arena.  Romantically...well, all those seemed to require sex, and without explanation, that cost hasn't worked for me.  I never could never understand what payment friendship enacts, however, so I essentially alienate myself, thinking that, like a decent romantic relationship, a person couldn't possibly like me for just me, right? 

    So I acquire pets.  Instant, albeit forced, companionship.  Though even there, I honestly don't believe my pets "love" me.  Too many times, I'd make a comment about Keeg or one of the dogs fawning over me, and my Mom would reply, "It's because he loves you."  And of course I don't believe that; animals don't love.  They know I feed them, give them a place to live, or as in the case of my ferret and cat, am the only person they ever see. 

    I used to have these long, onesided arguments as to the basis of love, and I had gotten it down very indisputably to instinct.  This essentially means that love has to have a reason why and reason for.  And that abolishes the supposed existence of love by completely replacing it with motivational instinct.   I had nearly had this hypothesis destroyed when I considered my parents.  Of course they loved me.  All my life they have done a dozen things or a dozen other which proved it and they get nothing in return. 

    Yet one huge thing that science teaches is that it would be and indeed is an advantageous trait for parents to love their children, especially the slowly maturing Homo sapien individuals...and thus I landed back onto instinct.  And instict in turn gives reason for marriage...so love doesn't even find its reality there.

    But then comes the case of God, which is where my theory falls apart.  Though instinct and self-seeking motivations may provide explanation for "love" in all other creations, it doesn't in God.  And if I can't understand why God might love, then can't accept that love, I'll never believe or accept "love" from anywhere else. 

Sunday, 04 October 2009

  • Not questioning His love, but wondering why?

    I had one of my favorite Xangans recommend a book to me this spring, one that talked about how much God loves us.  The Xangan had seen something in my writing that caused her to suggest it...though I hadn't picked it up immediately.  Ever feel like that? as though the book wasn't meant for "now"?

    Well a few weeks ago, as I began sliding into a depressive fit and went scrambling for any root to pull myself up with, I opened that book.  I read the first chapter, than a few more.  But after a few days, my dissatisfaction with it was growing.  The basic feel it gave me was that God does love us...which was never a thing I doubted.  I don't question he loves me; I just can't figure out why.  And having God love you versus receiving that love...two different things.

    It's me who doesn't love me, so why should I let God? 

    We sang this new song a church today, and some of its lyrics were "lover of my soul" and "come dance with me".  Far to intimate.  I'm not a John, not the disciple who can just relax curled up to Jesus.  I'm a Peter...over-reacting, forever saying the wrong thing, trying to defend God...  I don't know if Peter actually suffered what I do, this thought of "why me"?  Because I do get that Jesus loves me...I just can't figure out why.

    So the book recommendation was excellent, because without it, I never would have exasperatedly thrown it down with the expostulation, "This isn't my issue!  I know you love me, I just don't feel I'm worthy of it!"

    If you try to tell me something like, "Of course you're not worthy, but he loves you anyway" or "You are worthy of his love"...it won't help.  I know it all logically, but those words are akin to telling an anorexic they're not fat.  I needed a heart-change.

    So I'm taking my own advice, advice borrowed from some pastor: to read the Bible as something that actually applies to me, to my life.  The intention was lost consciously nearly as soon as I stated it, but then I got sick with a cold on Thursday, and wondered why I didn't believe the promises of healing were for me?  It was just a thought; I'm sketchy on my stance of physical healing, but following that question I wondered if I believed any of the Bible was for me?  Not the legalistic parts I'm so good at adopting...but the hope- and joy- and love-filled parts.  The good stuff prosperity teachers love to expound on.

    This is all complete randomness, a mere expression of my past weeks.  I'm not even posting a verse because the only ones I can think of have to do with God loving me so that his glory can be seen through me...and that's a bit impersonal and not a bit encouraging.  So, if you've read this and any of it made any sense, perhaps you have one.

Sunday, 27 September 2009

  • The use of crying over spilled milk.

    IMG_0466 I was in a rush to get to church this morning, so much so that I nearly poured boiling water over my freshly ground beans without having installed the mug below the filter.  It would have been almost sacrilege...that aromatic, amber brew spreading out over my stove.

    Coffee for me is as near to Jesus as any inanimate object can be.  Certainly I don't worship it, but many times I have very appreciatively praised God for creating the coffee tree, and nothing unimportant aggravates me more than waste, spillage, or mistreatment of the drink.

    I averted the near mess, yet, with a shudder, envisioned one of my few luxuries spreading across the stovetop and seeping beneath the burners.  Then another thought struck me, not a mental image, but a spiritual one: How much of what God gives his children finds no vessel to pour into?

    Three times in the past week, I've heard or read this idea, that we've all the promises of goodness and blessing, of spiritual gifts and understanding, but that we have to receive them into our lives.  When reading Paul's letters, the history Luke recorded, the examples of men like Peter and Moses, one can see that these men received those gifts from God and utilized them in their ministry for God. 

    So what is it that makes me different from them?  Why am I not as productive and why am I so satisfied with being lazy?  And beyond myself: if all Christians were able to receive the gifts of God the way that a handful throughout history have...   Well, it's too easy to imagine how different this world would be.

    Christ was innocent of sin, and yet for our sake God made him one with the sinfulness of men, so that in him we might be made one with the goodness of God himself.  Sharing in God's work, we urge this appeal upon you: you have received the grace of God; do not let it go for nothing.  2 Corinthians 5:21 -6:1, NEB

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

  • In Flower

    Spathiphyllum As I walked through my hospital atrium yesterday morning, I immediately noticed three of my spathyphyllum flowers had been damaged.  Someone (that ever nameless individual) had poorly cut two flowers off one plant and shredded a bloom from another.  Now I realize I'm being a bit of a perfectionist, that of my forty or more spaths growing amidst my hundreds of other plants and trees there, to recognize three missing flowers is a bit neurotic...but I had touched each of those plants...had pulled out each of those blooms.

    Why the flowers?  Why not the leaves?  This is what really irks.  It's bad enough to find leaves shredded, drawn on, spit on, or crushed...but the flowers?  Leaves are ordinary, performing the day-to-day work of the plant.  Flowers, on the other hand, are special...taking a lot of time, energy, and resources to produce.  They're the reason we prize the plant, have taken it from its tropical forest and brought it into our homes.  And when I see someone maliciously vandalize that...for no good purpose but because they're callously inconsiderate...  If these plants had a consciousness, they'd stop flowering. 

    And just now the Holy Spirit quipped in, derailing, or perhaps realigning, my intended direction tonight.  He said that if  "plants stopped flowering, they'd stop reproducing." 

    Each of us has this "leaf-work" aspect of our lives, the daily patterns, habits, and jobs.  Rarely do people brag to themselves that they woke up and went about their day, but we do each have these various pursuits and talents which we feel make us stand out.  Perhaps stemming from our daily life, but they're also above and beyond; we don't need them to live...but do them anyway.  And we put them out there for the world.

    Then the inevitable and memorable day when that nameless someone comes along and stomps our flower. 

    I likened myself to these plants in my journal-to-God last night, making to him the comment, "they'd stop flowering if they knew what was coming."  It does get hard when our endeavors to do something other than the expected gets ravished.  But of course, the Spirit is right.  If we prevent the talents and passions he put in us from blossoming, we'll not be happy with ourselves and we'll not be producing for the benefit of his Kingdom.

    Therefore, my beloved brothers, stand firm and immovable, and work for the Lord always, work without limit, since you know that in the Lord your labour cannot be lost.  1 Corinthians 15:58, NEB

Monday, 14 September 2009

  • Limitless...even beyond Jesus' work.

    My last post generated a comment that started me thinking.  BibleRapture reminded me of this verse, something Jesus said to his disciples during the Last Supper: "I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father."  Doesn't it make sense that with the Holy Spirit in us, we also can do the Lord's work?  Perhaps this is what is meant by the immediately proceeding, "and I will do anything that is asked for in my Name."  If moved by the Spirit to do the Father's work, doesn't it make sense that the work would get done?

    If I dared say, however, that we Followers of Christ can do even greater things than Jesus, I believe some would consider it blasphemous.  That our works can be greater than Jesus'...how dare I say such a thing?! 

    But Jesus said it first, and his predecessors proved it. 

    Consider the Apostle Paul.  He traveled further geographically than Jesus.  He planted more churches than Jesus' one, and wrote letters that would become the Bible...things Jesus didn't physically do. Consider also the countless missionaries who crossed oceans with the Gospel, men like St. Patrick and lesser known Samuel Adjai Crowther: a converted, would-be slave who returned to his native Africa with the message of Jesus.  And, of course, the many Christians instrumental in abolishing slavery during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, another thing Jesus didn't do in his life.  Even Constantine, whether moved politically or genuinely by the Holy Spirit, legalized Christianity...something Jesus certainly hadn't done in his flesh. 

    I don't say any of this to diminish the work of Jesus...not at all!  I say it to help show that Jesus knew what he was saying to the disciples the night he was arrested, that it was "good for him to go," because until he went to the Father, the Counselor...the indwelling Holy Spirit...couldn't come.  And I believe that the Spirit, working through all Christians, has done and can do more in this world than Jesus could restricted as he was in his single body. 

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