The biggest candy bar from God ever!

I came across this post in a round about way.  While listing items on eBay this morning, I listened to the sermon by Dr. Rosenbladt and was in tears half way through.  I wanted to scream and yell, "YES!  THAT'S something to get excited about!!  Unbridled, Unconditional, Unrestrained LOVE!  THAT'S how God loves us!"

And while the sermon was incredible, the comments were pretty incredible as well!  In an answer to one commenters fear of "drowning in grace" (what better way to go?!?!)

"If anything we are far from being ‘immersed in the law’ today, and are drowning in the grace message. You can’t have one without the other, and a quick look at the times around us and I think our time would be better spent exposing the cheap grace message and what the evidence is of a truly saved person."

Commenter Ted wrote

kate, let me ask you this. When was the last time you cried yourself to sleep at night because you feared for your eternal soul that you did not believe nearly enough to be saved? Or that your third baptism didn’t take and you may need a fourth? Or that your seventh time at the altar call might not have been enough because you continue to see sin in your life and you don’t desire Jesus enough, because if you did your sinful behavior would change?

After studying, praying, consulting with pastors and teachers and reading essays and books, and no matter what you do or how much you study and try to “come to Jesus”, you continue to live in sin and just fail, fail, fail. So you lie in bed at 3:00am in the morning, curled up in a fetal position, shaking and weeping in the most horrific terror, certain that you are hell-bound no matter how much you try to reach out to Christ because you just can’t “get it right”?

That's it!  The frustration!  The fear!  The rules!  The righteous mask.

I came away from this wondering if those who would consider themselves "fallen away" have really fallen away from their initial belief that it's Christ alone who saves them for Himself OR are they fallen away from the constant demands for "holy living", for "separation".  Demands made by fellow believers that they tow a certain line.

Commenter Ted finished up with

"I would recommend you spend less time evaluating other people’s faith and joyfully go about your daily vocation in the knowledge that not only was Christ’s blood sufficient to cover the sins of the despairing people I just described, but also yours as well. I just hope that proper teaching and preaching of the sufficiency of Jesus’ sacrifice and resurrection finally reach these poor folks’ ears before they walk away from the faith entirely." 

Nothing left to add to that!

 

Proud to be Modest?

Among fashion bloggers, there are numerous subsets.  There are the vintage lovers, the retro pinup set, the high fashion high dollar bloggers.  And there's also a set of modesty bloggers, showcasing their love of fashion married to their religious conviction on modesty in dress.  I've even come across several Muslim bloggers who highlight their fashion while adhering to strict "hijab" rules of dress.  (I hope I've said that correctly.  My intent is not to offend.)  

Elaine, a modest fashion blogger of Clothed Much posted this article from Jezebel on Twitter.  Apparently there is a website that asks the question, "Is this modest?" and then proceeds to answer said question.  This is how Jezebel describes the site.

"Is This Modest" is a website that claims to promote an open and practical dialog about modesty, but it's actually a male-gazey compendium of creepshots of high schoolers and misogynist rants about too-tight t-shirts. Is it possible to have a sane discussion about modesty? Not if modesty means, as it does on this site, that it's a woman's responsibility to prevent men from thinking impure thoughts. 

I tried to check it out for myself, but the site is now displaying a "under construction" sign.  But it does get me thinking about the modesty discussion and the thing I keep coming back to is that modesty is an attitude.  An attitude that is expressed in our demeanor, dress, conversation, etc....  So it seems paradoxical to take pride in one's modesty.  

There's a verse in the New Testament that seems to be on repeat in my head.

and to aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands, as we instructed you, 12so that you may walk properly before outsiders and be dependent on no one. (1 Thess. 4:  11-12)

 Mind my own affairs.   Wow!  That's not something I've spent a lot of my opinionated life doing.  But this is what plays in my head when I find my thoughts ever focused on what SOMEONE ELSE is doing.  Tending to myself and my own issues and trying to HELP not FIX someone else is more than a full time job.

I get it.  Both sides think that they are helping.  Modesty proponents believe that they are helping women to stop relying on their sexual attributes.  They also, I'm sure, believe that they are helping men, because, Hey, if women would just stay covered, men wouldn't have sexual thoughts about them!  (There is just soooooo much wrong with this theory!)  Those who decry such modesty based websites as misogynistic, believe that they are liberating women from being viewed as sex objects.  Often overlooking, however, how even the most feminist of feminists will jump at the chance to be portrayed as lust worthy.

Look, we're all flawed.  We ALL need help.  But that help is never going to come by finger pointing, judging and ostracizing one another in the name of a self proclaimed mission.  Both sides offer valid view points, but at the end of the day, it's our OWN selves we are responsible for.

An act of kindness and a tolling bell......

I just read this today and THIS is what it's all about!

An NYPD officer bought a shoeless homeless man a pair of shoes.

On Nov. 14, NYPD officer Lawrence DePrimo, who was on counterterrorism duty in Times Square, saw the older homeless man without shoes sitting on 42nd Street. DePrimo, 25, left and then returned with a pair of $100 boots he bought at a nearby Skechers store.

"It was freezing out, and you could see the blisters on the man's feet," DePrimo, a three-year veteran of the department who lives with his parents on Long Island, told the New York Times. "I had two pairs of socks, and I was still cold."

I want this to be second nature to me, because this is EXACTLY what Jesus has done and does for us.  He sees our need.  He fills it....exceeds it.....overflows it!  Because His love is unconditional.  We are His!

Unmet needs diminish us.  John Donne put it best....

PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill as that he knows not it tolls for him.  And perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.  The church is catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does, belongs to all.  When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that head which is my head too, and ingraffed into that body, whereof I am a member.  And when she buries a man, that action concerns me; all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library where every book shall lie open to one another; as therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come; so this bell calls us all: but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. 

And those most famous words...

No man is an island,  entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were;  any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.  

The bell is tolling for me!

~A Charming Life

While watching the season 4 finale of Sons of Anarchy, the show started with a song that immediately enchanted me.  Juxtaposed against Sons' ominous setting of lies, murder, mayhem and dark alliances, this sweetness of this song overflows.

I downloaded it, and LOVE listening to it over and over.  It reminds me that I have a most charming life.  In fact, all things considered, I think we all do.  We are "so loved" by our Creator.  What's more charming than that?  Take a listen and a read:




This Charming Life by Joan Armatrading

I wanna be with you all the timeEvery dayEvery nightYou're my deja vu
It's sounds obsessiveBut I think it's fineWhen you're gone all I do is to think of you
I live and love with youThis charming life
I live and love with youThis charming life
You know you came into the room aloneBut when you leftThen I found that you took my heartIt sounds so corny yes I know it doesBut truth is the shade that I choose to wear
I live and love with youThis charming lifeI live and love with youThis charming life
Every government must pass down a lawThat says the sun has to always shineThat everybody gets the chance to say
I live and love with youThis charming lifeI live and love with youThis charming life
Every morning when I open my eyesYou're the first thing that I seeLady luck she really took to me
BecauseI live and love with youThis charming life I live and love with youThis charming life

Cowardice, Writing and Risk

You wouldn't know it by this blog, but so much of my "recreational thinking" is about style and spirituality.  When it comes to style, I have no problem writing about that.  I mean, I can wax eloquent on the virtues of leather skirts, the perils of platform heels, the joy of thrifting and even the philosophical aspects of fast fashion, what it is and why are we drawn to it.  While many may disagree or not share my aesthetic, it really doesn't matter to me.  Life and death aren't hinged on it, and for the most part....there are no "wrong" thoughts.

Spirituality, on the other hand, poses a bigger problem.  This surrounds the heart - what we hold most dear.  For many, there's no wiggle room and disagreement, often, is tantamount to heresy.  That's the background I come from.  There is "right with God" and "not right with God" and even one's political leanings have serious implications in one's standing in the Christian community and (in the eye's of many), one's standing with God.

So, when it comes to writing about how I feel about these things, I'm a big ol' pansy.  A coward.  Yellow.  Scared to offend.  Scared to be wrong.  Because we're not talking shoes here, we're talking real life and death.

It's possible, we're also talking a colossal ego!  What in the world makes me think life and death hinge on me and my opinions and beliefs.  Don't get me wrong, when it comes to what I know about God, my saviour and the sacrifice He made and the gift he gave to me, I'm not confused and there's not much gray area.  And either someone believes the same as I on those or they don't.  My opinions, changing or no, really aren't going to make anyone believe anything.

But it's not central theology that we believers disagree on (most of the time).  For me, what I stated above is central theology.  God in the flesh, loving us who have turned on Him and tried to become our own God, sacrificing Himself for us, so that we could "get" how much He loves us.  NOT because we are worthy or deserving or have earned it; but because of who and what HE is.  That, to me, is central theology.  The rest are beliefs, opinions, sincere thoughts about scripture, convictions, but in my mind, it's not the base on which everything rests.

So having said all that, I'm going to make a conscious effort to be more brave.  Brave about what I think.  What I feel.  Brave enough to let my comfort zones be challenged.  Courage to look into the face of dissension and love the dissenter and even learn from him/her.  Courage to love my brothers and sisters in Christ enough to trust the Holy Spirit to show us ALL what is right, true, good, holy and virtuous.  And courage enough to be wrong.  Or even be right.  Or be neither but just be me.

In taking this first ice breaking with myself step, I'm going out on a limb with some things that I believe and while, for most, this limb trip is uneventful; for me, a pleaser and "avoid confrontation at all costs" is a huge big deal.

1. After holding to the ban on gay marriage ideal for so many years, I no longer feel strongly about that.  In fact, as far as I'm concerned, if two homosexuals want to commit to each other in marriage, I don't think that they should be legally deterred.  I think our Christian community's stronghold on this has been a "can't see the forest for the trees" issue.
2. I don't believe being "Christian" is synonymous with being American or vice versa.  In other words, there seems to be way too much emphasis on us being called a Christian nation.  We're not a Christian nation.  We are a nation with people of many faiths.  And while traditional Christian principles were applied in writing our constitution, we haven't always practiced those.  
3. It doesn't matter to me if prayer is allowed in schools, if "In God we trust" is on our money, or if the Ten Commandments are on the local courthouse wall.  It's not about the show, it's about the heart.  "In God we trust" written on our money doesn't earn us brownie points with God and if we really DON'T trust in God, then stamping it on our money is worth less than the paper which carries it's imprint.  On a side note, it's ironic that we put this on our money, which is often the one thing we actually trust more than God (more on that later).
4. I don't like the term "Christian".  It's used only 3 times in the Bible and only once was it used by someone who actually was a believer (1Peter 4:16).  I feel like it has become a marketing term at best or a role at worst (more on this later, too).  To sum it up, I'm a believer.  I'm a child of God.  Not because I've kept any rules or that there is more good than bad in me (I don't even think I can claim that!), but because of who GOD  is and what He's done for me through Jesus.
5. I think sincere brothers and sisters in Christ can disagree HUGELY on a wide range of issues. 
6. Every believer is my brother or sister in Christ.
7. I actually believe what Paul said, "The greatest of these is love".
8. I think it's really hard not to judge, no matter how hard we try.  But I also believe it's one of the most hurtful things we can do to each other.

Well, this is enough for now.  I NEED TO DO THIS.  I need to write these things down.  I need to take a chance on being wrong.  And most of all, I need to use the gift of communicating, that God has given to me.  THIS is the parable that keeps playing over in my mind.  

13 “Therefore stay alert, because you do not know the day or the hour. 14 For it is like a man going on a journey, who summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them. 15 To one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, each according to his ability. Then he went on his journey. 16 The one who had received five talents went off right away and put his money to work and gained five more. 17 In the same way, the one who had two gained two more. 18 But the one who had received one talent went out and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money in it. 19 After a long time, the master of those slaves came and settled his accounts with them. 20 The one who had received the five talents came and brought five more, saying, ‘Sir, you entrusted me with five talents. See, I have gained five more.’ 21 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful in a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 22 The one with the two talents also came and said, ‘Sir, you entrusted two talents to me. See, I have gained two more.’ 23 His master answered, ‘Well done, good and faithful slave! You have been faithful with a few things. I will put you in charge of many things. Enter into the joy of your master.’ 24 Then the one who had received the one talent came and said, ‘Sir, I knew that you were a hard man, harvesting where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed, 25 so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. See, you have what is yours.’ 26 But his master answered, ‘Evil and lazy slave! So you knew that I harvest where I didn’t sow and gather where I didn’t scatter? 27 Then you should have deposited my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received my money back with interest! 28 Therefore take the talent from him and give it to the one who has ten. 29 For the one who has will be given more, and he will have more than enough. But the one who does not have, even what he has will be taken from him. 30 And throw that worthless slave into the outer darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth’” (Matthew 25:13-30). ^{(emphasis mine)}

I see myself in these lines in bold.  I've been afraid.  I've seen God as a "hard man".  I've been afraid to offend.  I've been concerned about the opinions of others.  And so often, I've hidden my talent to "keep it safe" for God.  Being human is risky.  Blogging about things near and dear to the heart is risky.  There's risks and traps everywhere in this world.  Some may not like us.  Heck, some may hate us for any number of reasons.  

But the one place that is risk free is being tucked inside God's love for me.  

Neither Rich Nor Poor

"Remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest I be full and deny you and say, “Who is the LORD?” or lest I be poor and steal and profane the name of my God."  Proverbs 30:8-9  ESV

This makes a beautiful verse, no?  But if I ask myself, "Is this my prayer?"; I'm not liking my response.  This verse is like others that are beautiful to read, and make great tweets and greeting cards, but are not as easy to live.  You know the ones:  Love your enemies; Turn the other cheek; Sell all your riches and give to the poor; Blessed are the meek.  And really, the list could go on.  But in this moment, it's the one above that I'm thinking of.

Yesterday morning was a typical Friday morning.  My husband and I drank coffee and he did the bills.  THE DREADED BILLS!!!  Why does it seem to me there's never enough?  Even as I write this I'm ashamed.  I WANT to be content with what I have; but often I want what others have...(okay, now we can add 'Thou shalt not covet' to the list).  I don't mean that I want to take it away from them, I mean I want it too!  The vacations, the designer clothes, the restaurants, the shopping, the jewelry, the shopping, the cars, the shopping......  

There's just so much to want!!

But that's completely contradictory to this verse!  Now this isn't about obedience to God's word. The Bible isn't a rule book, it's a love letter.  It maps out our Father's love for us, from our creation to today.....and that love is unconditional and never ending.  My love for my kids isn't contingent on anything.  So when I tell them things, it's not arbitrary rules so that I can test their loyalty to me; it's because I know what they're going through and I can help them.   

That's what this is to me.  It's not a rule to follow, rather it's a guide for living.  For living the abundant life that Jesus came to give us.  

So how can not being rich be a good thing?  Isn't pursuing wealth the American Dream?  As I read this and other similar verses, I know in my heart that they're true.  When we have much, we tend to forget God.  In our minds, God has become an ATM machine...we put our prayers IN and He pops OUT financial resources.  Because we just can't get ENOUGH.   Material satisfaction alludes us.  It's always just one more pair of boots away.  A larger house.  Just a little bit more income.    Satisfaction is far from us.  It's the bait.  It's the rabbit on the end of the stick as we're racing down the track.  It's the whip on our backsides that spurs us on.  Because somehow, we really believe that just a "little bit more" will make us happy.

I've found that happiness is easier to obtain than contentment.

A few years ago, you would have heard me proclaim, "I just want to be happy"!  But I'm finding that happiness is fickle.  If someone had told me that I'd get to live in an apartment like I'm living now; but I wouldn't be able to eat out much, I'd have said, "Who cares?!  I'd be so grateful just to live in such a nice place, I wouldn't care if I NEVER ate out!"  In the abstract, we think we'll be "happy" if only (fill in the blank).    But the reality is that as soon as the "if only" happens, we up the ante to the next "if only" because the happiness buzz is a short lived high....it wears off fairly quick - usually in the time it takes for the next In Style magazine to show me the latest shoe!  Now, I'm living in that fabulous apartment that was only a dream a few years ago, and I find myself with whiny "why can't I ______) thoughts.  

Contentment, on the other hand.....now that's the trick.  Contentment is what I yearn for now.  "Having food and raiment, therewith be content"  Contentment - having what I need today and not wanting more.  NOT. WANTING. MORE.  That's the hard part!   

Contentment is basically satisfaction.  Like a baby that's just gotten it's fill of milk and sleeps peacefully, knowing that when he awakes, more milk will be there.  Babies don't worry.  Heck, CHILDREN don't worry. They're pretty easy to please...feed them and snuggle them and they're satisfied!   But those easily contented children grow up to be striving adults.  Always striving for a just a little bit more.  

And this treadmill of running frantically, wanting just a little bit more, just doesn't turn off.  Actually, it's the same with so many things in our lives:  

• Just a few more pounds (I thought I'd be happy at Sz 10, but Sz 8 is teasing me, oh wait, I can get to Sz 6!)
• A more thoughtful husband (Yeah, he works hard, but he just doesn't encourage me the way I want him to)
• A better job (I make a good income, but I think I want to be challenged more and make even MORE money)
• My kids are healthy and happy (But this isn't the life I planned for them.  I wanted them to be a _______.)

See?  It just never ends.  

So that's my goal.....contentment.  Happiness is easily scored high.  But it's addictive and it always takes a little bit more each time to get happy.  Contentment, however, requires nothing more than gratitude and faith.  Gratitude for what I have.  Faith that my needs will always be met.  

And the wants?  Well, those are pretty fickle too.  If I can't have what I want (which frankly, changes ALL. THE. TIME.)  I can want what I have.  

THAT'S contentment.  

When believing feels like work....

Today I heard about an awful situation regarding a pastor that I'd heard of and read his books for years.  And as I was looking up information on it, I came across a blog of a man who used to be a believer, but stopped believing.  He is now an athiest and his reasoning resonnates with me, as I have felt some of the things he mentioned.

We no longer have to filter our lives through the Bible and our beliefs. A Christian friend of ours was telling us recently about how much she enjoyed watching Sigourney Weaver’s newest TV show, Political Animals. However, some of the language and sexuality bothered her.

I told her we watched the show too, but we no longer worried about language or sexuality. I told her we were free to watch whatever we wanted to watch and all that mattered was whether or not the show was good.  This pretty well explains how we now live our lives.

We are free to experience life without the Christian Bible filter. We are free to do what we want, watch what we want, and go where we want without worrying that God is going to judge us or chastise us.

As a Christian, I believed Jesus set me free but really what Jesus did was put me in bondage. It was atheism that set me free, atheism that gave me the freedom to live my life freely and openly.

We are now free to love and laugh without restraint. We no longer have to love what God loves and hate what God hates. We are now free to love what we want to love and hate what we want to hate.

Can I just say here that I get it?  To a point.  But anyway, for the sake of not being redundant, here is the comment I left.  I'm sharing it here because for so long I've wanted to express some of this.  I've wanted to get it out, but was afraid what my believing friends would think.  Silly, isn't it?  So here it is....


I stumbled upon your post because of the Jack Schaap situation that is going on now.  I was an IFB church member for 10 years and we really looked up to FBC Hammond.  But it's this post that really got me.  I have felt the way that you feel.  Tired.  Always wrong.  Always trying and never succeeding.  I remember thinking, while I was in the middle of it, that life was basically miserable...miserable because I had to continue on trying to "be right with God" or suffer His punishment OR if I walked away, God's wrath would follow me and my children would go to Hell.

I went through a time where, while I didn't stop believing, I put everything Christ related on the back burner.  It just wasn't important.  I had lost my mother to cancer and a year later, my 20 year marriage ended painfully.  I really just didn't consider God, but if someone had asked me, I would still have said I believed.

So much has happened since then...I read The Shack and cried.  While I know it's not the Bible; it showed me another picture of Christ, of God, of His love for me.  I also met the man who is now my husband and he showed me God's love through his own love for me.  He didn't judge me.  He didn't put me through 100 questions.  He knew I was a believer that wasn't making God a priority and he just loved me.  I can't even TELL you how that felt!  It's been difficult for me not to picture God as "The judge in the sky" that's just WAITING for me to mess up.  That can NEVER be appeased.  That is IMPOSSIBLE to please.  That's what He was to me and I'm ashamed and sad that I believed that about Him.

I'm free now to be ME and to be accepted of my Father.  Like you, I'll watch something I want to watch unless my conscience tells me otherwise.  I no longer worry about being "right with God" because I AM right with God; because of what He did for me.....because of His unconditional love for me.  God is LOVE and THAT'S what God looks like.  LOVE.  Amazing, beautiful, unconditional, amazing LOVE that's not contingent on what I do or don't do; it's because of Who He is and what He is.

Often, I don't like to use the term "Christian" as, to me it carries with it a set of rules.  Like "If you're a Christian, you'll........." (fill in the blank)  or "A good Christian does ......" and so being a Christian seems like a goal, a vocation and it's not.  I'm a child of God.  I'm His child.  I hurt people sometimes when I should help.  I think thoughts I shouldn't think.  I'm selfish when I should be more giving.  I focus on ME way too much.  But God KNOWS this about me and LOVES me more than I've ever been loved.  I am sooooooo thankful that everyday I FEEL that more and more.  I would never want to go back to the "get right with God!!!!!" mentality and I truly understand why you feel the way you do.  I'd love to see believers just get back to being children, delighting in their Father and letting His delight in the flow over them.

To be honest, I'm tearing up as I type this because it's so incredibly personal to me.  And I just feel so awful and sorry sometimes that we've misrepresented our Father so much.  In my way during that time, I did the same thing.....I know I misrepresented Him.  I also know He's forgiven me for it.  Peace.....Serene