Thursday, February 3, 2022

Man Trouble

     


 There was a time I believed that God showed me my future husband.  I held onto this man (because I just so happened to have met him) expecting that he would want to go after Jesus like I did, and hoping that he would repent of the compromises he made in his life.  Thing is, he knew he would never deny the existence of God, but he didn’t want to have Jesus be Lord over his life.  As of last year, I finally let him go.  Not just ignore him and wait for God’s timing on when “my” man and I could finally be united.  I told God, “Maybe You really did show me my future husband.  And if it plays out as such, I will be grateful and delightfully surprised.  However, communicating with this man on the basis of what I hoped him to be is only a form of lust.  It is better and healthier to pray for ____, and if I date other men, genuinely interested and not from a perspective of what he can do for me…Even if I break up, if I learn how to have a healthy outlook on dating, that would be better.”  I let him go as my fulfillment as a wife.  He still comes to my mind, but I have learned to pray for him as a friend who genuinely cares about him and not for him to feel a void in my life.     I am a woman and still single.  And even though it seems like opportunities are increasing, I can’t help but notice that I also have carried since junior high (seriously!) certain expectations concerning relationships and how to go about them.   I have discussed how easy it is to blur lines when it comes to sexual purity, but what I am finding is the internal pressures on how to date.  You know…the first step in how to build a repore' with someone you’re interested in.      In the last couple of months, I have had two men from a small group present an interest in wanting to get to know me.  One offered a possibility of a dinner, but there hasn’t been any subsequent discussion.  Recently, a second man asked for coffee.  The previous Tuesday he mentioned that he liked talking with me.  Thing is, I don’t have an interest in either of these men.  I was polite in turning down the opportunities, and yet, I felt like I had to internally convince myself that it was okay to say no.  In the name of giving him a chance, I have been told to say yes.  “Even if it ends up just being a friend.”      Doesn’t it mislead a man if I say “yes” when I actually have no interest?  Must I justify my reasons?  Whether it be age or not being physically attracted or lack of knowing the person, do I have to go on that coffee date?  I wonder why this concerns me so, is because there is a part of me that is just rebellious in nature (i.e. tell me to do something, and I will do the opposite).  Or, I wonder if it bothers me, because in my codependent habits, if I differed with someone, it is somehow my fault.  And lastly, perhaps the most drastic of fear, I wonder if pushing women to take a man’s offer, despite personal (lack of) interest almost pervades into the rape culture we see in the United States.  (Telling women that they should say yes to a date can communicate that they should agree to other romantic gestures.  That is dangerous.  And perhaps I am just taking this to an extreme.  But as a woman, it feels so painful to say yes when everything else says no.)     I am not a man.  However, if I was one…if I asked a girl out and she wasn’t interested, I would rather her be more upfront.  Let me be in the friendzone, instead of stirring up my hopes or imaginations.  As a woman, I don’t want to feel obligated in the name of “God knows what we need” (yes, this was brought up to me while one of the men was interested in me).     Back when I was in junior high, I was basically told that I should wait for the “one” and then date.  I no longer agree that this is healthy.  Even asking for God to show me my future husband came from a place of fearing that He hadn’t prepared someone for me; it was out of fear that no man would actually choose me.  I wanted God to do the work of the courtship instead of having to mitigate it myself.  It was solely selfish.  From my experience with a man asking to have sex with me and would pay $100 to video it, I am actually more guarded about getting to know men in a deeper context, anyway.     I wasn’t traumatized that I cannot build relationships with men.  But I won’t initiate a friendship, unless it is done so within a group of mutual friends.  And frankly, as I process on how to walk out sexual purity while having an interest in dating, is building a friendship first a bad place to start?  I can get to know his character, personality, his relationship with God, etc… Even someone that I may not have been initially interested in may in time become an interest, because I grew in friendship with boundaries intact.      People may argue that a date can be used for that.  I can get to know someone and eventually be interested, even if I wasn’t at the beginning.  But I know how my mind and heart are wired.  I can become extremely open about my thoughts, and have said too much too early.  My love languages are words of affirmation and quality time, and so I know that things will stir in my heart quite easily.  However, and most definingly - if I am interested, I will look forward to the date, but if I am not interested, then I will be dreading it to come to pass.     This is the point I am at now.  I am growing in my personal convictions, and though I do not want to ignore godly wisdom (from which I can learn from Christian couples I trust), I am realizing that I am an individual who has had experiences and found that I need to walk this dating thing with Jesus like any other thing.  When I was nervous about the second guy asking for a date, I felt like God had told me, “You don’t have to be attracted to him.”  That was literally the pressure that I was feeling from this!  And yet, God allowed me to say no.       The thing is, God knows my life and what it will entail.  He knows who my husband is.  And if something doesn’t work out, then I can trust God that it was either not the man or not the time.  As I saw from a Sons and Daughters clip, “God is not going to give you someone else’s spouse.”  This pressure - even found in the church - to accept an invitation despite personal interest or conviction (because, as my dad has told me, not every man is made for every woman and vice versa) is damaging.  It brings a level of uncomfortableness and pressure that is not needed.  Moreover, the church needs to stop the idea that every person needs to be in a relationship.     At this time, I think a good boundary for a romantic interest is 1) Meet 2) Get to know in a social setting and 3) Go on a one-on-one date.  Friendzone men stay at step 2.  However, I am wondering about two other men I have met from Sunday church.  I could see wanting to get to know them.  What is amazing is though I like talking to each of them, I have not found myself crushing on them, nor being infatuated with them.  If either asked me for coffee, I wonder if I can allow myself to say yes.  I see courtship as an opportunity to care for a man’s heart and invite God into the relationship, whether it remains a friendship or becomes more.  I am adamant for physical boundaries and continuing group hang-outs to provide accountabilities.  But I am letting go of the pressure to find the “one”.  There are desires, but I have given God full access to the romantics, and I am trusting that God is guiding me in my spirit, thoughts and emotions, as well as my future. 

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. 

Friday, December 17, 2021

The Old Covenant in the New Testament Church

  I don't know what it is about growing up in the church.  I have friends who gave their lives to Jesus in their adulthood and the freedom of grace is a reality.  However, for myself, though I have been in the church for 25 years, and saved for 18, I matured in my faith with a lack of grace.  Which would be comical, if it wasn’t for the detriment of what that really means.  To forget living by grace is to live by works.  To live by works is to live by the law.  And it is through the law that sin brings death.  Maybe it is just me.  Maybe, this is an isolated event.  Disclaimer: the experiences I will detail, I did not confer with other Christians who have grown up in the church.  So, perhaps my concerns are singular in nature.  However, this blog is about my honest questions to God.  And one of the things I need to face is that although I say I am saved by grace and live by faith, the outcome of this faith has been motivated by so much more than what Jesus has done for me.     Everything stated in church supported the notion that we can only be saved by grace.  I grew up with an exciting energy during worship, because the congregation was assured of the love of God and the salvation obtained through Jesus, alone.  But when I grew up knowing Jesus, part of the sanctification understanding turned into a perpetual pressure to do better.  No one said anything, directly. However, the message was delivered, clearly.  I hate the idea that I may have to blame the fact that I am a product of society.      I was not only a child of the church, but a child of the Western American culture.  I have come to an understanding that some of the things I grew up with, culturally speaking, may have misrepresented Christ in my own life.  This isn’t to say that everything in the Western culture is of demonic origins.  Nevertheless, some of the values, taken at their extreme, and cherished among Christians may have led me to a belief that Jesus’ work on the cross wasn’t enough.     Besides learning about Jesus, I had learned an expectation of perfectionism.  “Don’t try; do.”  If I made a mistake, even numerous times, I was to be ashamed, because if I knew better, I should do better.  An apology given for the same offense…an offense that was committed multiple times, was no longer valid. "Sorry doesn't cut it." Perhaps it was unintentional, but I became convinced that I was never really forgiven, unless I never sinned again.  I had to prove that I was sorry.     In the Western culture, there are genuine nuggets of wisdom.  There is an emphasis on personal responsibility.  We learn that we don’t just give enough to pass the grade, but to give all of our effort.  Blessed to be a blessing, we give generously.  When we do something wrong, we must make a change.  We determine actions to hint at the status of one’s heart.  We stand strong and independent.      I wonder if that last American value is the Achilles heel in our culture, and it is the poison that seeps into even some of the godliest of church bodies.  Sure, we should be aware of when sinning, not to just act like nothing happened.  A true change is required.  But any child can reiterate the human flaw that most of us don’t learn our lessons the first time around.  So, what happens when we fall?  And fall again?  And again?  Are we beyond forgiveness?  Is repentance fruitless?      I do not mean to insinuate the need to apologize or make amends is pointless.  Even Paul stated that we were not saved just to go on sinning (Romans 6:1).  James emphasized that faith without works was dead (James 2: 14-24).  Our works are evidence of the faith we lay claim to.  Nevertheless, I have grown up feeling an immense pressure to follow rules, and when I broke them, I was beyond reconciliation.  I learned to hide things.  Still do, at some level.  Because, when I am convicted of a sin in my life, the lessons of my childhood begin to echo.  “You know better, Laura.  How could you be guilty of this?  You are not as strong of a Christian…maybe you really aren’t a Christian.  If you were a true Christian, this wouldn’t be an issue in your life.”      The American church can preach grace all we want, but until we are willing to sit in the messes of each individual, to forgive numerous times - even for the same sin; until we echo that no one is saved, nor sustained in their salvation by their own works, we will subtly let our culture influence that grace will never be enough.  The old covenant of keeping laws will persist in the New Testament church.     There no longer is a treasure in the value of being independent.  It has only taught me that I have to carry things myself.  But, I have found that things in life are hard.  I have found that I screw up over and over.  I have found that I become more depressed when I don’t have friends who can encourage me and hold me accountable.      I have become afraid.  I have become convinced that I must live to please God with every action I make, and failure to do so is a degradation of my salvation status.  I have lived SO long with a desire to want to do God’s will, but convicted of my imperfection, only discouraged that I could never do well.  If God changed my heart, then why is my heart still so full of things not of Him?  Was it just an impulse on praying the sinner’s prayer?  Was it just an emotional high at camp?  Did I just go after Jesus to protect myself from getting into trouble?     Was this Christian faith just an act?     And by the end of my questions, I pray an intense prayer to do better.  Not just a prayer.  A promise.  Unfortunately, I found myself breaking that promise.  And the cycle of hiding, self-loathing, desire for perfection and the promise of doing better is recycled.  And repeated.  I feared so much judgment; and ironically, in my lack of understanding for grace, I failed to be gracious.  I demanded works, because I was convinced of works.  In much of our Western ideology, we determine behavior to be an indicator for the motive of the heart.  And yet, sometimes, that is not the case. God looks at the heart (and in the Jewish culture, they look at the original sin as a breakage in connection with God, not merely a breaking of rules), but because I feared my heart to be too blemished, I couldn’t trust that Jesus was enough.  All because a childhood lesson told me that I had to prove my faith.       And this all continues until I learn to come back to the original sentiment that never could I do it in my own strength.  Paul addressed the Galatians on this matter of being saved by grace, but sustained by good works.  “O foolish Galatians!  Who has bewitched you that you should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ was clearly portrayed among you as crucified?  This only I want to learn from you: Did you receive the Spirit by the works of law, or by the hearing of faith?  Are you so foolish?  Having begun in the Spirit, are you now being made perfect in the flesh (Galatians 3:1-2)?”  I need to get back to the place that who I am is because of Jesus and His work in me.     He loved me while I was a sinner (Romans 5:5-6), and did not wait for me to be cleaned up to get saved.  Logic also explains that if I couldn’t reach Heaven on my own, then why the heck could I believe that I would stay in Heaven on my own initiative? My righteousness cannot, nor will it ever, come from me (see Philippians 3:9).  When I have failed, I MUST remind myself of these truths.  Lack of doing so will result in going back into the old ways of living; according to works.     This does not mean that works is meaningless.  People know we are Christians by our fruit.  But the works that are evidence of a living faith are motivated from a place of worship to God, not a submission to prove myself worthy in Heaven.  The change seen is a result of repentance (turning our hearts to Jesus), a motivation of submission in the heart and lastly, an action of obedience.  This order is crucial, because if we try doing things for Christ without being in Christ, what goodness afforded is by our own glory and ultimately, still never true righteousness according to God’s standard.        It is an extremely heavy weight to believe that the status of my eternity is dependent on my goodness.  As much as I try, it really is never enough.  I am in my 30s, and I can tell you that if it isn’t my actions, the hidden thoughts and motives of my heart prove the fallacy of my perfection.  However, my righteousness depends on the One who is already righteous, and He has given me His word that He will walk me through. He is always active in my life.  He leads; I follow.      There is a scene in The Chosen, Episode 6.  A disciple went back to old habits.  When found by two others, they say, “I have faith in Jesus.  I just don’t have faith in myself.”  The statement is made from a place of discouragement.  One morning, I thought about this scene.  It is a discouraging statement, only as long as one determines that they themselves must sustain their faith.  The amazing truth is that God doesn’t leave us alone.  The Holy Spirit is with us and is at work in our lives constantly.  He is the One who makes us into His image.  And who better, but the One in whom we are being made the likeness of?     It’s time for me to get back to the new covenant.  I was saved by grace and will be sustained by grace’s work in my life.  If and when I fall, I am assured that God still loves me, and all that I have to do is come back to my Daddy, and He freely forgives me.  As I walk in amends of my sins, it is only by His strength.  This is a simple truth hard to believe in a culture of independence.  But, I am choosing Christ over culture.  And in that, my freedom on earth will persevere.  

Thursday, December 16, 2021

Lonely Thoughts and Tears Caused By Mirrors

 Please do not tell her,
"Oh, you are so skinny!"
As if to say,
"You are so beautiful!"
For what happens if one day
She no longer is
Thin?

Please don't tell her
She has nothing to worry about,
Because she eats right and works out.
For what if one day 
Her figure pluses in size?

I know you mean well.
But don't you realize that these compliments
Fall
On 
This girl
Like some kind of definition?
A standard 
She struggles to uphold.

This girl knows she won't get the gold.
She turns on the TV and angels with wings
Lay the foundation of what is called "stunning".
Every other ad shows women with small, tight abs
And gives tips on how to lose every inch of fat.
This girl knows she ain't that.

But that doesn't erase the lonely thoughts...

She is slim, trim...now...sure.
But what about tomorrow?
Today, the girl decided to eat a Big Mac with fries and everything that comes with it,
Because she like the taste of the food.
But by nightfall, she is crying in the shower.
Lonely tears stream down her cheeks.
"If I was beautiful then," she thinks,
"I won't be tomorrow."

The amount of food she consumed repulses her.
She vows to stop eating;
Regurgitate this 'glutinous sin'...
The thought is temptin'...even for only a second:
Maybe if she puts her body through hell,
Maybe she can be seen worthy of heaven.

She is mindful of the flab -
No matter how small it is, how biologically necessary it is -
The fact is, she still sees it.  
Despises it.
Disgust rises in her.
She grabs the skin with fingers
Meant to dig away the 'abhorring matter'.
She makes a fist and pounds at her waistline,
Wishing it was...if only it could be...
Minimized in the next moment.

She quietly utters her plea:
"Mommy!  Help me please!"
She knows woman to woman
The struggled with the same battles.
They fought the same hurts.
But her momma is still
Haunted by the demons found in mirrors.

Everything becomes comparable.
Because the girl is closer to the model of perfection,
Her concern is bearable.
So, the girl hesitates. 
She silences her tears;
Retreats into her lonely thoughts.

How is that generations upon generations
Of women are so forlorn with their tears
Yet are in a company of desperate hurt?
How is that daughters, sisters, mothers
Are so distant in their talk
But are so empathetic in their thoughts?

Mirrors shroud and surround.
Standards are pressed; words expressed
Forcing the genuine beauty
To be forgotten.
Making it to be a foreign memory, a dream;
Unreachable.  Unattainable.

What happened to the time
Where a woman's splendor was found
In the admiration of her character
Rather than in the structure of her anatomy?

What happened to the era of Marilyn Monroe
Where women were seen as the hottest thing on the block -
Because of their smile, voice, integrity and kindness
And not because they lacked a waistline?

Doors must be opened;
Tears cannot be hidden.
Girls, we cannot convince ourselves
That silence will protect a peaceful pacifism.
We need to confess our sorrows.
However, the pain cannot be possessed.

There will be a morning full of healing.
We shall stand confident,
Direct - Our smiles reflecting
That the scars no longer wound us.
Knowing 
We have finally remembered
The fabulous women we are.

Little girls:
Stare into the mirror
That has caused so many lonely tears and thoughts.
Dare the piece of glass to recall
The innocent days when you looked into your face
And knew without being taught
That you had been graciously and wonderfully shaped.

Little girls:
You are stunning, truly beautiful -
Beyond all compare and comment,
Above all reproach.
Magnificent.  You are
Adorned with a joyous, entrancing life
Carrying an elegant delight wherever you step.
You are captivating; ravishing.
You are an immeasurable treasure
That was brilliantly formed.
You are whole just as you are.



(Written in 2013)

What Does it Mean to Worship

The drum beats, claps, thunks and bangs.
The bass hits the low notes
And the electric guitar fingers a sweet slide.
The piano and keys harmonize
Eloquently and fearlessly.
This has got to be good worship.

The congregation starts to sing the words on the wall.
We do the two-step sway and get 'into it'.
At the right time, I let air flow under my feet.
I stretch my arms in surrender on the right beat.
The worship leader's neck is flexed as she pours out
Her vulnerable soul before You.
This must be great worship.

The lyrics are penetrating if attention is paid.
They speak things proclaimed in Your Word.
If spoken by the pastor, someone would shout, "Amen!"
A man next to me breaks down; he can barely stand.
Maybe tears can roll down my cheek...
This is amazing worship.

Pause.

Mute the melodies;
Shut down the sound board
For a moment please.

What does it mean to worship You?
To glorify Your name and praise You
Independent of my heart's ability to sing?
What does it mean to fall to my knees,
Because I am unworthy to look upon Your face
And yet...You still welcome me?

What does it mean to sit before You
And fully realize that I am in the presence of the Almighty God?
I am completely welcomed, but so out of place.
Miracle of lavishly, unwithheld grace:
What does it mean
When I jump, dance and shout -
There is an immeasurable and uncontrollable joy inside of me?

What does it mean to mean the words?
Throw out the dictionary of religious language.
When I intertwine my fingers and utter petitions
There is more than walls that listen.
Something yanks on my heart and aches until I mind.
Simple words are all that is said; sometimes only a groan.

What does it mean to worship You?
Darken the stage.  Hide behind the closet.
Away from looking eyes - only room for the intimate.
No more drumbeats or cymbals.  No more strings.
Where no one can see and no one can peer
Except for You.
Perhaps worship is more invisible.

Not only in the melodic notes, but found in silence.
Not only in spoken prayers, but found in listening.
Not only in the excitement of revelation and grace,
But found in the desire to sit at Your feet.
Perhaps worship is more tangible when we
Forsake our natural senses
To come before You. 


(Written in 2013)