9.30.2009

it's been too long...

It's been too long since I felt this way.
I love my little life with days that start and end with night.
I'm nothing more than what I am and finally, I am fine to be.
I still dream and stretch, and push others too.
But if my life stays quaint and small, 
My deathbed will find me with a smile.
I will have slain my dragons in closets and caverns
And bundled in old blankets amidst billowing changes.
I will have trundled up old treasures of paper and ink
And bequeathed a wealth of things pasted and mended.
I won't need a lengthy tribute or a college in my name.
And I'm sure no one will write a song that will tell of all my fame.
Because I love my little life with days that start and end with night.
Shuffling my feet through knee deep leaves and finding my way again,
I don't wish for glory or grandure, no praise or crowns, I need.
I don't crave chariots parading me, or my face a household frame.
Love is richer, friendships thicker, hands hold tighter,
When it all lies in the balance.
If it is hard for a rich man to enter the great kingdom,
Then my journeys shall find me well rewarded.
I love my little life with days that start and end with night.

9.14.2009

Arithmetic Apology

1 and 1 became eleven
With judgement on the brink.
Forsook belief and the law i love,
And here we go again...

Sequestering soul parts into death
And letting the body count soar.
Welcomed by me only once,
Cried, then became hunted.

3, now 6, and i stopped for a blink.
Caught their eye and turned to run.
Kicked with screams but barely a little,
Only half praying for a different sum.

Shamed with damages, sorry to say,
I invited the dark but ignorantly so.
See, 1 and 1 became eleven...
Then again, maybe twelve...


(Spring 2009)

--If you can interpret this poem correctly, you get an A for the semester!--

9.11.2009

Blood & Water

I do not love this world as if it were mine to keep

But conversely as an entrusted, neglected treasure

Damages seem insurmountable, 

Too many darkened corners with falsely fat children

Homes of clay and rock and trash clutter the scenery

Destroyed by injustice, preconceptions, and neighbor’s bullets

Infected waters or dehydration, equally agonizing burials

So great is the suffering, and so too the hope

Wounds and bruises reflect a kingdom not yet come

Smiles parade that same kingdom as one among us.

I’d rather live at spear’s end to do more than talk of and around,

Than allow idleness to squander hope for the desolate

There is so much reason to hope and to be a dealer in such.

Where are the faithful fathers?

Where are the cleaner waters?

Oh, my heavy and broken world.

Let me be an agent of mercy.

9.08.2009

False Advertising.

Dear Self,
Please make the following vow:
I will not now, nor ever, present myself in a way that is grander than my actual life and/ or being. I commit to being only me, no matter how often that puts me in a position to be passed over for promotion, to be overlooked for consideration, or to have my opinion ignored or forgotten. I will not now, nor ever, falsely advertise or promote myself or my agenda in the hopes of gaining position, friends, satisfaction, progress, or even in the hopes of helping others. No matter how noble my cause, I vow to maintain honesty and integrity as my flagship characteristics and will not excuse the ulterior motives of others even in their pursuit of spiritual fulfillment. (That ain't chyo job!) I hold fast to the commitment that I will never harbor ulterior motives of my own or join in ownership with those ulterior motives of others, beyond the moment of revelation. I do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Isaiah 33:15-16 - He who walks righteously and speaks what is right, who rejects gain from extortion and keeps his hand from accepting bribes, who stops his ears against plots of murder and shuts his eyes against contemplating evil. This is the man who will dwell on the heights, whose refuge will be the mountain fortress. His bread will be supplied, and water will not fail him.

... So I probably will never be on the staff at a church... And I probably will never climb the corporate ladder... I don't have tolerance for self-promotion or bait-and-switch techniques. (*Not that I think the Staff Members of churches are into Self-Promotion, Let me be clear.) I do not have tolerance for peers, leaders, or students of mine to present themselves falsely to anyone else, including myself. It's sin. Sure, we've all done it... but it's Sin.

There are certain people that it is far more obvious with than others. There's the girl who has positioned herself precisely where she wants to be for that dream job-offer. Her reasoning, "Oh, I just know how to play my cards right I guess!" There's that volunteer that doesn't really do much when the Pastor, or Youth Pastor isn't looking, but as soon as one of the Head Haunchos step into the room, Bam! Lighting strikes and suddenly that same volunteer is asking everyone what he can do to help. His justification, "I just get distracted, but I really do want the Pastor to know my heart."

Who gave you the cards?... And how will ANYONE know your heart?

Leviticus 19:11 - "Do not steal. Do not lie. Do not deceive one another."

I feel like we (yes, we! I do this too...) get this tiny portion of the vision God has for our future and suddenly we've set to work, "facilitating," and "training for the field"... but HOLD ON A MINUTE! We've only seen 1 of the pieces of this 52 million piece puzzle that somehow has a zebra stripes in it. That doesn't mean head off to Zoology University OR that we should pack our bags and scoot off to Africa, claiming we're called to missions to the Zebras. (*Okay a bit ridiculous, but please go deeper with me.) What if we've seen that portion of the vision simply to inspire hope and continued tenacity in the last "task" we heard clearly from the Lord on.

God called me to go to college after high school. I firmly believe that. Once I started my first semester, I committed to my parents and myself that I would finish. Two semesters later, I failed out of the private liberal arts university my parents and I had decided on. So I moved home... waited till the next term and started again. This time I enrolled in a local state university, with borderline zero personality and even less people that I would know. It was HORRIBLE. I felt out of place, I only sort-of knew a few people that really didn't love being around me. I talked about how fantastic my old school was constantly... I felt like I was "painting pictures of Egypt, leaving out what it lacked. The future [felt] so hard and I [wanted to] go back" (Sarah Groves, Painting Pictures of Egypt). Do you know what happened at the end of that semester? I came away with all A's and 1 B.

I know that doesn't seem related to self-promotion and false advertising at all, but go with me. When I was away at my fancy Christian college, I was BUSY. I was constantly trying to network and catapult myself as a buzz-word around campus. I toured with a large vocal group and networked there too. I was so caught up in wanting to BE someone with prestige and fame and glory and riches... that I abandoned the task at hand. See, I had received a vision when I was younger that I know was from the Lord in reference to my future. In that vision, I was peeking out from behind a curtain in the wings of a very large stage. I saw people, tons of people, far past what I could see in the glaring stage-lights. And that's all... As a kid, I was certain this meant I was going to be a rock star! Hello? Stage, lights, tons of people, Heck YEAH! When I grew up a bit, I "spiritualized" my goal and determined that I was going to be a phenomenal worship leader.

My point is this: all I saw, were curtains, lights, and tons of faces. That could mean ANYTHING. Could I end up being a rock star, sure. God does crazy stuff, but I'm suspecting it won't be THAT crazy. Could I be a mega-worship leader? Absolutely, but again, I'm suspecting God won't be so typical. Maybe my vision meant that I would be a stagehand at an ultra-famous drama production? Or that I would stand back and be moral support for some other acclaimed musician? Perhaps that I would be speaking to hundreds of faces with some to-be-determined word of wisdom that God implanted in me? Or maybe, it wasn't a positive thing at all. Maybe God wanted me to see the potential faces that I could have reached, but didn't. Or maybe, I'd attend some crazy large conference and have to come to a critical decision in my life? Or maybe He wanted me to see the masses and be compelled into action? The thing is, we cannot accurately fill in the entirety of the picture when we only have the bottom-right corner piece of the 52 million piece puzzle; It just doesn't work that way.

How does that relate to self-promotion? Well, I genuinely believe that when we position ourselves for the ideal circumstance, we've stopped trusting God to put the picture together, and started scratching out what we THINK He was going to do. That isn't honest Christianity- that's a parade of Mr. Good Intentions justifying Mrs. Manipulative Behavior's actions. It pains me to see people I know, some very dear to my heart, setting themselves up just exactly how they think it ought to be, when all it is, is their attempt at self-protection. I know that's what it comes down to. I mean it must! They don't trust that God sets up some crazy circumstances for the unlikely to be promoted and for unexpected favor to come to the least likely candidate for the position. It hurts me also, to see leaders, Pastors, Youth Pastors, State Officials, even traditional bosses, all fall for the same deception. It feels so obvious to me that I want to go around town blasting through a loud-speaker, "So-and-So doesn't care about you or your mission! They only want the security of knowing they have a definite place and position and that you bless the work of their hands!"

Somehow I don't think that would go too terribly well.

Deuteronomy 25:15-16 - You must have accurate and honest weights and measures, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you. For the Lord your God detests anyone who does these things, anyone who deals dishonestly.

It comes to this: I think it's high time we stop excusing this sort of behavior. We can't accept that for ourselves, for our peers, for our students, or for our leaders. Each of us need the assurance of the Lord that HE is the one giving us favor and opportunity. He is the one blessing us and promoting and defending us; Not ourselves or those we've connived into being on our team. No more rallying of the troops by way of deception, no more Campaign trails with over-applied make up to cover impending wrinkles, no more playing secret defense for tomorrow while we're watching yesterday's game. We each, including myself, have got to take a stand for honesty. We MUST. Not just honesty when asked direct questions, but we must display our shortcomings, desires, visions, hinderances, concerns, passions, relationships, and our very lives honestly. It's no easy task, I know. No one particularly enjoys outing themselves when it comes to failures, but as my mom and dad have always said, "Covering it up only makes it worse. If you had told us as soon as it started or even mid-way through, we could've helped you."

Proverbs 16:8 - Better a little with righteousness than much gain with injustice.

For further examples and explanation: Re-read Genesis chapters 25-50 which holds the story of Jacob and Esau, the selling of the birthright, and the stealing of the blessing.

9.05.2009

MadLibs on Holiday Weekends

So today we had a cookout at the Hands' house and as the women-folk were gathered around the table, a lull in the conversation struck and someone asked if we wanted to play a game. No one initially responded and slowly a "word association" game developed. It sort of grew into a game where each person added one word only, to form a group-effort sentence. Here are some of the results of our brilliant efforts:

Music makes people sick if the song is used wrong or if words written describe flower-infested a brain.

Embrace the aroma vanilla under the wooden foot stool near toilets.

Happy people live longer without knowledge of good and evil.

Cheese makes mice eat sweeter smelling things that glow from within the stomach of parasites.

Fish take stinky baths in infested oil that came from disappearing ships in Bombay.

Turbans make indians think bigger thoughts again.

Plaque grows under many peoples' teeth unless close-up is brushed with rapid fervently.

Intestines gurgle acid loudly after meals.

Hopeful ducks swim for their safety in water above murky, cloudy, ground parts of shipwrecks.

Chandeliers hang vibrantly and show hispanic culture to unknown, undiscovered pilgrims from African safaris without relentless knowledge empty from tribes.

Fuchsia happens often if left alone, combined with herbal salt, crystalized from sea water urchins, mixed on hot potato skins.

Entertaining hazards happen spontaneously, recognizing forsaken dilemmas surrounding unknown zones proceeding many obstacles feathery, moist, and glittery.

Chocolate makes spirals with cocoa, strawberries, cilantro, papaya, and mango puree.

Photos, sandals, arches, or songs project many jolly ranchers into sweet caviar.

Star-bucks makes strangers' happy taste buds dance on purpose, when catapulted singers sing joyfully, injecting hormones by smothering kisses into their faces.


ahhh... it was a delightful afternoon. Followed by shopping... amen.

(*Deep thoughts to return again another day.)

9.02.2009

No more tossing dynamite

So I've done it. I've taken the plunge.

No, I didn't elope over the weekend... but I did officially start my big-girl blog.


Supposedly I'm supposed to have a theme or focal point to my overall writings in this blog, but unfortunately my Sanguine points are far too high for that. I do, however, feel quite strongly about social justice, passionate living, vivacious Faith, and unrestrained dreaming. So I feel like most of what I have to say (or will get to eventually) will fall into those kinds of areas, but clearly I'll be all over the board. If you know me, this is no big shock and awe. ha.

I believe in worship for worship's sake. There is an incredible message by John Piper that talks about worship being an end to itself, it may even be called that actually. Anyway, the way he explains it in his message makes it very clear that for me to manipulate worship to be anything other than worship, is selfish and I'd be missing the point. God created us to worship; to ascribe worth to Him by any means possible, in spirit and in truth. (1 Corinthians 10:31, John 4:21-24) I take this to mean that He (God) not only wants us to choose to love and honor Him, but that we are to use all our physical and spiritual gifts, dreams, strengths, weaknesses, resources and yes, even personality traits, to bring Glory to the Father. I love that. There is nothing that I touch that can't bring Glory to God.

What about winning the lost? That's a resource we all possess. Do we win the lost so that they can go win more and then THEY can go win more... ?

(If that's the only reason, it feels a bit like Amway- Global Multilevel Marketing, and I'm not really interested. Thanks anyway God... I'm not really looking for a position in retail.)

No, I believe sincerely that we are to win the lost so that they might be saved EVEN IF THEY NEVER PROVE TO BE A MULTIPLIER IN THE KINGDOM. Who cares? I mean ideally everyone that is saved would crave the experience of sharing the Gospel that rescued each of us from failure, depression, and death. But do I want sinners saved merely to promote my cause? Not a chance. I want each individual soul to be saved so that each will be rescued from pain and suffering. I want them to know the vivacious life (abundant life- John 10:10) that God desires to bless each of us with when we choose Him.

Andy Stanley says that "Followers Fish." And yes, we want to encourage them to do so (Andy Stanley rocks it again!). But the day that I look at a lost soul and see a mere pawn in my ever-growing tier of religious salesmen, I've dehumanized that person and missed the whole crux of the Gospel. If I'm seeing it that way, the salesmanship way, I'm building MY kingdom, not His. In Matthew 28 we get this instruction starting in verse 18: 
Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. (19) Therefore go and make disciples of the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, (20) and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age."

To me, it doesn't sound like an evangelistic free for all, blitzing through towns getting conversions and leaving the churches and townspeople still clueless as to what they are to do next. No, I believe it's something a bit slower and quite a lot more sincere. "Make disciples of the nations, " He said. Look at Jesus' life. It took Him YEARS to train and develop the Twelve Disciples. Jesus had to be there through some of their failures and keep at it when one or two would want to bolt for the door. Jesus pursued these men and persisted through many of the milestones of life with these men. He was able to compel them later to do something with all the knowledge and training they had been given over the past faith-building years, because of the TIME and PATIENCE and GENTLENESS and WILLINGNESS TO LISTEN that Jesus so freely poured out for them continually.

If a leader reprimanded me constantly and berated me for my inevitable failures, or maybe ignored me all together and found justifiable reasons to give up on me as a future leader or even just a healthy and whole free-standing Christian, would I be so anxious to sign up for any mission he or she wanted desperately that I grab hold of? I'm inclined to say no. People all want the same thing: to be treated with decency (I think Brooke Fraser- Ligertwood said that). It's true though. People want to know that they matter and that they are worth trekking through mud and fire and desert for. They MUST know this, in fact, before they are in the slightest convinced that they have something to offer.

As a lay-leader in the church, I am confident that for this very reason we have so many half-hearted servants and less than brilliant efforts for the sake of our church's portion in the kingdom. People don't know that they are worth it, and for the most part, they certainly haven't had the time and life-trials alongside a genuinely loving leader long enough to be confident in their value and strength to even know that they have something grand and glorious to offer.

What is that thing to offer, anyway? The story. Christ's story. Their personal story... Time and Love.

Everyone who has accepted Christ as their personal Savior has all three of those things. And those are the three most needed things in world. Why are we not offering? Much less offering with excellence?  ...  We haven't been told that we have something worth telling, some time worth sharing, or a love that's worth the work.

Once we know these things, yes, we will be compelled to adopt that great commission ourselves. Until then are you fishing with patience and skill, or with dynamite tossed in the lake?

... But don't ask me. I'm no expert.