Monday, January 24, 2022

The Damning Effects of Codependency

     


Hello, my name is Laura Hall, and I am codependent.  If I was in a recovery group that made me list what the ailment that plagues my life is, this would be it.  Ironically, as I wrote the opening sentence, I recognized the play on stating my sin as my identity.  Which, in effect, would make codependency a fixed thing.  I hate the idea of that, because although I do need the interaction of people in a more than healthy excessive amount, I don’t want to stay there.  I recognize that I am hurting, but I also hurt people.  Moreover, even though I am finding a means to meet my needs, ultimately, I am still left lacking fulfillment.  The moment people are gone, I am lonely again.
    If codependency could be defined, it would state “a psychological condition or relationship in which a person manifesting low self-esteem and a strong desire for approval has an unhealthy attachment to another often controlling or manipulative (such as a person with an addiction to alcohol or drugs)” ( Merriam-webster.com/dictionary/codependency.  Accessed January 24, 2022.).  Now, because of lack of grammar, I can’t tell if the dictionary is stating that a codependent person is attached to a controlling or manipulative person, or they themselves are controlling or manipulative.  From experience, I can tell you it can be both.  I have been guilty of clinging onto someone that I wanted to protect me (and giving them WAY too much influence in my life), and I have meandered in ways to have friends be at my beck and call as needed.     I know I am primarily extroverted.  But my need to be with people goes beyond following normal schedules.  If I am alone, I become ancy.  Severely internally stressed.  My mind wants to know if there is a place to hang out, a dinner to share, or a Bible study to attend.  And if that is unattainable, I then become creative.  I imagine having conversations with the people in my life so I can tell them what is on my mind.  Or, I make up stories to fill my imagination with accounts of living life with a sense of my own adventure; usually finding a love that I hope to have, or being a part of something impacting for generations.  Usually a mixture of both.      I know that this is unhealthy.  I know I have used my friends.  To the point that even though I moved away, and genuinely want to check in to see how they are doing, they don’t respond.  Perhaps it is just the fact that they are busy.  But I wonder…I wonder if I was in need of them SO much that when I was no longer in proximity, they ignore my texts as to say, “We can’t do anything for you anymore.”  A sense of a wall.  It hurts to know that my friends may not trust me, because I begged for their presence more than what they could give.  Even though I am trying to change, I fear that from their perspective, I am just the same old Laura who only wants to contact someone to ask for their help.  I am guilty of caring for someone to the extent they care for me.     Worst of all, I am a Christian.  By that definition, I have a relationship with the living God.  And to know and be known by an Individual who never leaves, can and does care for my every need should be enough of a reason for me to be satisfied.  Right?  Then why isn’t it so?  I don’t think I have as deep of a relationship with Jesus as I sometimes appear.  And I wish it was deeper.  I wish I trusted God with the hidden needs of my heart.  I wish I spoke with Him as a best friend.  Though I believe Jesus died to save me from my sins, I am finding how little I gave my life to God.  More specifically, I have failed to give God the wounds I grew up with.     Because it is true that I have lived with self-esteem issues.  I have yearned to be loved unconditionally, but felt that whenever I did something wrong, I had to earn forgiveness.  I felt I never measured up.  I was often left to myself to entertain the passing time, so I stood aloof wondering if my mother cared to be a part of my life.  I wondered why I had to carry my family, spiritually.  I have known Jesus for almost 20 years but walked out my faith as an orphan.     Growing up without affirmation and physical presence did something to me.  I want people in my life.  And frankly, I want them to stay in my life.  An orphan spirit hoards.  I wonder if I hoard friends.  Never distinguishing the difference between a seasonal friend and a life-long friend; wishing that everyone could be in my life forever.  I guess I don’t do closures very well.  I’m even scared to start dating.      I want to be married someday.  But with the early 2000s’ message of making sure to find the “one” before dating, mix in my analytical-perfectionist mindset and through in my ever-present need for a human to be on stand-by, I wonder if just on the first date my mind will only go swirling into a romantic, Laura chick-flick, mess. “Who knows?  Maybe he is the one!  After all, I’ve waited so long.  It’s gotta be!!”  Could I be okay if I never got married?  Sometimes I think so.  But, man-oh-man, wouldn’t it feel good to have someone hold me every night?      Uh…Sorry about that.  My mind likes to derail into fantasies.  Ones that make me feel loved, cherished, and fitted for a specific purpose.  And yet, I know that they aren’t real.  The reality is that I seek out socialization or try to keep myself busy..  In this year of not working, I am just home.  Thankfully, I do have family to live with, but if there is no engagement, I give my mind permission to run an alternative idea for how life could be.  Even if I can admit to myself that it is only fiction.  It fills a need.     I try to go to God.  Actually, in the recent months, God has been making me admit the childhood wounds - even the ones I don’t want to share.  However, He isn’t just wanting me to admit them.  He wants me to let go of the past.  Up until now, my pervasive looking for the eternal best friend and working toward affirmation came from a place that declared victimhood.  “I wouldn’t be using people if the adults in my life had just loved me right.”  God even convicted me on the fact that while being back in Missoula, I am wondering when some of them will learn to carry me like they should have when I was a kid.      And ironically, these individuals are in need, themselves.  They cannot carry me all the time.  As long as I hold the requirement that they should make up for their mistakes, while I am growing in the Lord, I am leaving them hanging.  But God has been teaching me that He really does meet my every need.  And in that, He can be the father in such a way that my own may have failed me.  He can nurture me in a way that my mother couldn’t.  The lost child doesn’t have to get affirmation from the parents, because the needs are already taken care of.  Furthermore, I can see the humanity of my parents.  It is an odd place to find that your parents are aging.  The ones who watched over you now need you to watch over them.  And I need to be okay with that.  Holding onto past failings will only make me frustrated that they no longer can carry me at all.     Codependency is a multifaceted subject.  There can be genuine concern for the other, but if the personal needs are not satisfied, as with anyone, the individual will cleverly devise manners in which to have others meet those yearnings.  I am guilty of this.  I have called people in duress, instead of taking time to pray.  I have overstayed my welcome at peoples’ homes, because I love their company.  I have committed to counseling, just so I can have something to do and a friend to spend time with.  I have used people.     I have pushed people away.  And in their own defense for boundaries, I took to blaming them for not looking out for me.  I carried the offense to the pile of “people who forget me”.  When is it ever going to stop?  And I know that trusting God is the only answer.  Being confident in who I am as His daughter will help with the remedy.  Unfortunately, I still find coping mechanisms.  Even if I starve myself of human interaction, that mind is awfully inventive.  And I admit that I still find myself going to it when I want an adventure, feel loved, or to spend the time interactively.     This is my confession, but I don’t know if I am repentant, yet.  Probably not a good thing for a Christian to admit.  But admittance is the first step out of denial.  And stepping out of denial is the beginning of healing.  Jesus and I are scratching the surface, but we’re not done digging.  No, we are not.  The stories I run to hint at the needs I still believe have not been met.  Or, they are goals that I haven’t submitted to God in order for Him to tell me what He wants in my life.  But daily I am walking.  And daily I am leaning into my Father.  And the more I do so, I know that I won’t use people for my gain, but I will genuinely serve them for their benefit.

Friday, January 7, 2022

May I Say Something? (Being a Christian Woman in a Post-Feminist World)


 “For God is not a God of confusion, but of peace.  As in all the churches of the saints, the women should keep silent in the churches.  For they are not permitted to speak, but should be under submission as the Law also says.  If there is any desire to learn, let them ask their husbands at home.  For it is shameful for a woman to speak in church.” - 1 Corinthians 14:33-35

“Likewise also that women should adorn themselves in respectable apparel, with modesty and self-control, not with braided hair and gold or pearls or costly attire, but what is proper for a woman to profess godliness - with good works.  Let a woman learn quietly in all submissiveness.  I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather that she is to remain quiet.  For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor.  Yet she will be saved through child-bearing - if they continue in faith and love and holiness, with self control.” -1 Timothy 2:9-12


     If there were Scriptures that I would be tempted to rip out of my Bible with just as much fervor as anyone from the LGBT community would concerning sexual immorality, these would be the ones.  Sorry.  A Chrstian shouldn’t admit that, should they?  But God knows the thoughts and feelings I have, so better to be honest and wrestle with the verses that aren’t just challenging, but, in my personality, downright don’t like.  Honestly, I don’t get what it is with the argument that women should be silent.  What is wrong about letting a woman speak in church?  God is not an arbitrary God.  If He dictates something, then there is a reason for it.  He is God; but He is also good, just and logical.  

     But in a post-feminist world, where women have fought to have the rights that every man is enabled to enjoy, defining the influence of godliness and culture sometimes is harder to find.  I know some may argue, “The Bible says women should be silent, so there!”  But honestly, I think it’s more complex than that.  Because in Scripture, I have found examples of women who were not silent.  So, what gives?  Should women be silent, and if so, when?  If women can speak, when may that be?  Overall, this is a charged subject, because as a Christian, I want to know my purpose.  Furthermore, as a woman - what does that look like for me?  I’ll be frank.  I am an egalitarian/complementarian.  From my perspective, I think women can do ministry even in front of the church, but it can never be done in exclusion of men and their giftings.  Men and women together bring the gospel to the world.

     Let’s approach this from the perspective of the woman’s role, detailed in the Bible.  In Genesis 2:18-23, we see that Adam was doing his stewardship duties when God saw something for the first time on Earth, and said it was not good.  This is the point in time when all the women shout, because Eve entered the universe.  She was meant to be a helpmate for Adam.  Purposed in carrying the stewardship and having a relationship with God.  Note that she did not come to replace Adam.  She is to work beside him.  According to Ephesians 5:22-26, men are the head of the household and a woman is to submit to her own husband.  The end.  Closed book.  That’s all there is to it.
    But it isn’t.  Because in reading the Bible, I saw that there are multiple examples of women speaking.  Furthermore, in our society, there are examples when women were helpmates and men who abused their position of authority.  I really do mean to stand biblically.  I can cite the historical evidence that in the first church, there were some women shouting during the services (thus creating the chaos mentioned in the 1 Corinthians 14 passage), but since there isn’t a book on early church beginnings beside Acts, there is much to deduce otherwise. 
    I believe that women can share things, even publicly at church.  Nevertheless, there is a context for it all.  The Hebrew word for helpmate (ezer) is the same to describe the Holy Spirit’s work.  So, in the help it must be active, not passive.  Now, we ladies must not take this too far and think we can change our men as the REAL Holy Spirit does the work of changing hearts.  But we must understand that our assistance for men is active, not passive. Forgive me if I misunderstood Scripture, but if women were 100%  silent, how could they be the helpmates they need to be? 
    Sure, we help take care of the homes.  We teach kids, give input, support, comfort.  We cheer and encourage.  But in no way are we on the bench.  In the Bible, I have found women who were prophetesses (such as Miriam (Exodus 15:20) and Anna (Luke 2:36)).  I found a judge who helped in leading a war (Deborah, Judges 4-5).  I found a woman, who beside her husband, taught doctrine (although, it was over a dinner conversation; Priscilla (Acts 18)).  I found women who had to be vocal in standing for their families’ plights (Abigail (1 Samuel 25:1-42), Esther, and Ruth).  

     In observing healthy marriages, I found that women give input to their husbands’ thoughts.  I know that husbands are the head.  This sounds so last century, but God DID set this up.  As misogynist as this may appear, it is logical.  It is hard to lead a house if there are two chiefs.  On some things they will disagree, and at some point, if there is not someone making the final say, then the mission gets divided, and worse, aborted.  This is why submission is vital.  It means to come under one mission.  Not blind obedience.  As first (help)mates, women are to hear the mission, the choices in how to run the ship, and as the neck (thank you, Big Fat Greek Wedding), communicate that to the rest of the body.  Marriage is the on-earth representation of Christ and the Church.  The Church does not take the place of Jesus in sharing the gospel.  We are the conduit.  Jesus remains the head.  As for men to be picked for this role…because Adam came first.  He was given the duty to share his mission with Eve, and thereby, provide the head role.
    But what of women being silent?  Not to have authority over a man?  As much as I have already written, it really doesn’t matter if I do not address the Scriptures in question.  As for those who take the approach that women shouldn’t teach/preach at church, many would say that women can still be on the worship team, help with hospitality, children (sometimes, youth) ministry, prophecy, and teach women’s conferences.  Just can’t be on the pulpit when it’s co-ed.  With so many positions that a woman can help, it would be a wonder, as to why this is an issue.
    Honestly, I think it’s a matter of position.  It is a matter of history.  It’s a matter of men failing in their God-given roles.  I can understand the issue that women were supposed to ask their husbands to clarify biblical things instead of shouting out.  It is a common thing for individuals, couples and families to discuss points taught and preached in a church.  As for me, when I have questions about something my pastor said, I will text him my question and he will later answer it.  I honor his position, and I still get things clarified.  But if I chose to start yelling, I would disrupt the service and the ability for others to learn about God.  So, it makes sense to stay silent and ask later.  1 Corinthians 14:33-35 can be seen as a circumstantial situation within its context.  Paul doesn’t just say that women should be silent.  He later explains that these women were vocal, because they wanted to learn.  It was just that at the time, it was being done in a disorderly way.  Frankly, it is the 1 Timothy reference that can stop me in my tracks, and honestly, I have skipped reading 1 Timothy just so that I don’t have to be offended.  So, if it offends me, I must confront things.  

     I get that women should be modest in their dress (1 Timothy 2:9).  There is no reason to show off the goods, physically or economically (historians state that some women in the church were bragging about their status through their dress).  But what of teaching and exercising authority?  I guess my immediate response is “What is wrong with a man to learn something from me?!”  However, there is a key phrase.  Women should quietly learn with all submission (vs. 11).  Am I really willing to learn with a heart of humility and submission, or am I focused solely on where I can stand in the church?
    The phrase “to have authority over a man” catches my eye.  The Greek word for authority (authentein) is “to take authority on one's own accord”.  In other words, to usurp the authority that is in position.  I think that perhaps it would still be okay to speak as long as the pastor invites a woman.  Opponents will break my hopes, however, because “teach” in the same verse means the same thing in the Greek. 
    Advocacy for women’s voice in the church primarily concerns itself with the position.  Complementarians state that women are to have explicitly different roles than the men.  Egalitarians state that women can do any role that a man can.  But men and women are different.  And we play critical roles.  I liken serving in the church the way the Vikings had fought.  In Viking culture, the men and women fought.  In battle, the men fought on the front lines, using swords for intense combat.  The women, as snipers, would be in the back of the fields, sitting on horses, bow in hand shooting at the enemy.  The women are vital, but stand at a different position. 
    I have had to ask myself, is the position of the podium all I care about?  In a post-feminist world where it has become that women can and should do everything a man can, it is easy to see the papacy just another area to conquer.  I have had to ask myself, why do I feel like I should be given a voice?  And explicitly, in front of a congregation.  Because frankly, if I am not humble and not willing to learn, then why the heck should I be allowed to share my thoughts to a congregation?  My first slam into a brick wall was one of realization of the pride in my own heart.  And fear.  And trying to prove my worth. 
      I said that women pushing for the pulpit is a matter of position, but of also history.  The feminist movement was birthed out of a lack.  Husbands who claimed to know God became abusive.  Citing women’s submission, they declared that their wives should agree and listen to every. single. sentiment.  Women were told to be silent.  Have sex on command (i.e., spousal rape).  Don’t worry about education; just be a wife and mother.  Moreover, as time progressed, women felt the continual pressure that their purpose in life was to become a wife and mother.  They were to look forward to nodding and agree without question.  But hurts were made, questions not answered, voices unheard, gifts told to stay hidden.  We failed to have the heads of our households covering, and so by the 1970s, many women jumped on the bandwagon that we can do without men.
    The cumulation of the argument speaking in churches comes from a multi-faceted aspect that translates faith, culture, society, as well as personal wounds.  I wonder if this would be an issue, if we had fathers and husbands who served and not lord over their families.  Would there be such a fight over rights if safety in protection of the home was assured?  I recall a scene from Little House on the Prairie: The episode was exploring the women’s right to vote.  Pa explained that although, he personally didn’t think it was needed, because he and his wife discussed everything in an honorable fashion, nevertheless, in the case of women who did not have a voice to represent them, they needed to represent themselves.  Here’s the moral: where there is covering, there is no need for a fight.  The rights are already assured.   

     Maybe I am all for having a voice in church, because I am realizing that as a woman, I found myself in a position where I have had to speak up for myself.  And although I am growing in trusting in God, there are still moments where He still would have me speak even though I wish He could fix things on His own.  I am a woman who is tired of feeling like the only purpose I can have is to be a wife and mother.  What does that say for women who, like me, find themselves without a husband?  Should I rush into a marriage just so I can get on my way?  Or can I serve God, even without a man by my side? 
    I am tired of women’s ministry talking about the same dang thing.  There is more to life than romance.  Frankly, I read the men’s devotionals on the YouVersion app, because the men will talk about a wider variety of topics that apply to Christians than the women’s section.  This needs to change.
    I don’t want to claim that I’m supposed to be a pastor, but I have thoughts and impressions that I feel may need to be shared to encourage those toward Christ.  Yes, being a woman, I am more apt to connect with girls and other women.  But when I write, will men feel offended that I am sharing something that they can learn to be a better individual?  I promise that I am not meaning to take away their God-given authorities. 
    If you made it this far, and are still wondering how I stand on the issues of women in the church, here they are:
1. Pastors should be men.  This parallels with men being the head of the household. Wives of pastors should be honored, and I don’t have much of a position of women being co-pastors, aside that maybe the wives should be an example of Christ and can help assist in ministry.  

2. I think a pastor can enroll women to other parts of ministry.  I think he can invite a woman to share on a topic at church, if he believes that the congregation will benefit from the message.
3. If a woman’s message is degraded only because of who shares it, and not what it actually states, I think it’s out of place.  If the same message would be shared by a man and well-received, why then ignore the message, because it was brought by a woman.
4. Back to pastoral leadership, if a godly man is not available, either by time or is nonexistent, a woman pastor is okay.  This shouldn’t be the norm, but I would much rather have a congregation grow in Christ under a godly woman than die under an absent or ungodly man.

5. The podium is not the goal.  And if one is speaking on a given Sunday, they must check their heart that they are sharing something to prove and degrade, but to encourage and edify the body.  If a message is down putting the callings of anyone that God has given, then it is out of line.

6. Women are more than their relationship status.  How, when, and where they serve Christ is going to differ for each woman as it differs from every man.

7.  If a church does not want a woman to speak behind a podium, I need to deny my pride and be okay with that.  In 1 Peter 3:1-8, a woman can be an example of Christ, and that is one way to show Christ.  Sometimes, women feel we must have a say on every topic, but that is not necessarily always the case.  As women, we need to learn to trust God to do the work, and then invite us to participate.  Sometimes prayer is all that is needed for influence.

8. Ministry is a co-ed deal.  Women want to be involved, but ladies, we can’t forget the men.


     I want to take a short moment to stand on that last point.  As women, as much as we can be fed up with the pig-headedness of men, the fact is, God made each and every one of them.  He has relationships with them, and they are called the same.  We cannot do this without men.  It is not good for man to be alone.  But it is not good for woman to be alone.  We bring our femininity; they bring their masculinity.  That being said, in this post-feminist world - where gender differences and gifts are being forgotten and lacking definition, we need Christian men to rise up and take their place.  They need to lead in love like Christ.  Our children need their fathers; our homes require their coverings; and it is upon men that God bestowed this mantle.  Please carry it well.  Much of the Church’s generations have become orphaned due to abuses and neglect.  Men and women…together…guard the home.


Thursday, January 6, 2022

Miracles, Signs and My Effort?

      


When I ask God for something, I must admit, it is often from a perspective of begging.  I know God will fulfill His Word.  He won’t lie.  But when one grows up in a church where all you have to do is pray and someone’s healed, then…how come there are often situations where I find that I am not getting the immediate change?  A change that I would think was promised to me, because His Word says so.     Yesterday, I chose to watch a video of a Christian explaining why he stepped away from a hyper-charismatic church.  His reasons listed as no question of authority, lack of tongues showed a second-class Christian, emotionalism, and intense zeal for signs and wonders.  I wouldn’t say that there were things stated directly growing up, however, I do understand the internal pressures for gifts, signs and wonders.  “In the name of Jesus, be ____________________,” or the like.  On some level, if one did not receive what they asked, then one didn’t have enough faith.  I remember after my pastor died of cancer, a friend of mine admitted that he believed that he wasn’t healed, because our church didn’t pray for him enough.        So…the reasons that signs didn’t happen is because of lack of faith or lack of effort?     Frankly, I don’t know how to respond to people who pray for a rebuking of certain things (such as for a minor cold).  I don’t know how to receive it.  If it worsens or persists for a set amount of time, does that mean the sickness didn’t listen to the rebuke?  And if it didn’t, then what does that say about my faith?  I have grown up with this feeling that I have to substantiate the signs in my life.      What if I asked for a healing, cited God’s Word, but trusted Him with the timing?  I don’t want to settle for allowing things of this world to gain reign over God’s kingdom, but SO MUCH of my life has already been built on what I could do.  And I’m to a point that I need to trust that God’s Word is true.      The fact that I beg when I pray proves that I fail to trust God will do His work.  I understand there may be things I need to persevere in prayer.  However, I will only truly persevere when I trust God is at work, and He is good.  The image of intercession is men praying hours on end.  Historically, this was done.  Not to negate forefathers of the faith, but what if intercession looked more like every time a person came to mind, I prayed.  Maybe pray only for 30 seconds, but it is full of 100% faith and going back to my day?     From my experience, when I prayed 30-60 minute prayers, they were done out of duress and anxiety.  I pleaded, but it was out of anger.  How much trust was in those prayers?  I’m not minimizing long prayers.  Sometimes they are needed.  But, I am finding for myself, a simple sentence prayer does more than a thesis.  Long-winded prayers come from a place of telling God my thoughts or a conversation.  But it doesn’t explore the trust needed for intercession.      I can seek God’s will and ask, but I can’t force His hand.  When I pray, I need to fully trust Him.  I won’t, however, if I am convinced that signs, healings and wonders are dependent on me.  After all, who gets the glory?  Because if I think that the healing is on me, then when the healing comes, it will be easy to say, “I PRAYED, and they were healed.”  But if I grab a hold of God’s Word, ask for the healing, trust in God’s timing, when the healing comes, I will be more prone to praising Jesus.      Not all healings are instant.  And maybe that’s where we are getting off wrong…The timing…Even in the Pentacostal, Western mindset, we want a microwave faith.  We wouldn’t dare say that God isn’t good.  But I wonder how many people, like me, have blamed themselves when the outcome wasn’t what they had asked.  How many times was the devil given credit?  And sometimes the devil is at work to postpone the work of God.  But that doesn’t negate that God is still at work.  We partner with Christ in His work, but He still is the one who does the heavy lifting.  I want to have faith for the impossible.  Moreover, I must first believe that the impossible doesn’t depend on me.