Posts Tagged ‘love’

Unity: Bringing the Kingdom

Saturday, May 12th, 2012

We will disagree: an unavoidable reality of being human. The most frustrating part of my life, in my relationship with others, is being misunderstood. If we disagree, I can deal with that. But when I say one thing, and someone thinks I said something else, ahh…that just grinds me. It hurts me to think that, the person knows me, but still somehow has convinced themselves to think that I would say something else. That really, really bothers me.

But in close second place: that we are all in different places in life. Spiritually, physically, emotionally, intellectually: we all grow at a different pace. Life would be so much simpler if I could love you in my unique way, and no one would question my motives, or my intentions. That true freedom would exist, to love wildly, without reservation. I have embraced the idea that we should value “relationship over reputation,” but that is more difficult for some, than perhaps it was for me. I understand that. But…does that mean my contribution, my role in bringing the Kingdom should, get put aside? Because some people think poorly of me, does that mean that I am hurting the Kingdom, more than I am bringing it? Jesus was a rebel: so should we be. Jesus was about His Father’s business, and He didn’t care if He was slandered: neither should we. Christ lived a life that, when questioned or slandered, His reputation destroyed any rumor. He was known as a gentle and passionate man, and every lie suggested by those who would oppose Him, was immediately conquered by truth. I want that, I want you to have that. God should be so absolutely present in every decision and action we take, His righteousness consuming every aspect of us, that who we are simply cannot be questioned, especially by those in the church. And yet, I have experienced this…more than once.

My answer: I don’t care. Or more accurately: I am commanded to not care. We are all commanded to serve God and His decrees, without fear of man, fear of, well, anything. The only thing we should ever fear, is God. Be sure, I am not saying that the path to bringing the Kingdom results in the destruction of others, though it certainly can and does. Like Paul said, I will never do anything to cause someone to stumble. But let us graciously consider whether someone is really causing us to stumble. Let us come to understand what it means to stumble. “To stumble” does not mean to be bothered by, to not understand, to wonder about, or to question. If that were the case, then, out of respect for others, no one would have tattoos, piercings, eat meat, be affectionate (even when married) in public…the list can go on and on. I feel like the verse “do not cause anyone to stumble” has been misused so profusely, that we don’t even know what it means anymore! We use it to get our way, or, when we are overcome by our enemy, use it to discourage others in their efforts to bring the Kingdom of God! Why would we do this? May it never, for the sake and glory of God, be said of us!

One of the greatest things I wrestle with, personally: God, I don’t want to be here…I want to come Home. Not because I am running from pain, hardship, or work (in fact, lately, those have become beautiful parts of life), but because I want to exist in a place that is constantly filled with love, honor, and joy. I want to be who I am, without question. I want to live in a place where people are who they were created to be. I so desperately want to live in a place where people are not cowards (including myself), where people feel safe and can ask the tough questions, and be respected and welcomed in. I want to be rid of this world, forever, and live in the presence of Glory.

But…God’s plans are bigger than that. God’s plans are, more complex, and more beautiful than that.

We can’t run. The greatest aspect of the Kingdom (in my opinion) is relationship, and the deepest part of relationship, is unity/commitment/covenant. Unity is the thing that holds two or more people together. Unity is what makes marriages, not just exist, but persevere. The realization that, even though I disagree with you, or am very much angered with you, or was deeply wounded by you, I am committed to you, in covenant, and for the sake of unity found only in God’s Kingdom, to you. That even when I am scared by you, I will stay. That even when you ignore me, I will stay. That even anything, as long as God keeps me there, I, will, stay, and love you well. Because that is what Christ did! That’s what Christ does!

That even when I feel I am receiving nothing, I will continue to give, because, I have already received everything. When God’s love is deeper than the ocean and higher than the sky, I can always love you, and I have no need of anything. That is hard, but it is sooo good.

This is my prayer: that unity from love would be found in the hardest times of my relationship with you, my friend, my brother, my sister, my leader, my teacher, my elder, my child, my bride, my God! That unity and honor would rain on our relationship in the driest of seasons. That, in all things, you know I will still catch and support you when you’re falling. That not only am I committed to you, but that God is committed to us. God has bound us together, and we would do well to serve each other, even when we are at odds.

May we be bound, not for our sake, but for the sake of Glory. When our pictures of God’s Kingdom differ, may the Kingdom even still be glorified by our unity, and love for each other.

I love you. Live with purpose, fulfilled by the unity founded in the body and bride of Christ.

Beautiful and radiant, broken and calloused, gentle and ferocious. Yeah. Be courageous. Be compassionate. Be united.

We were born, for that.

Story: This is Real Marriage

Thursday, May 10th, 2012

Who are you talking to?

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

Haha this is a great testimony. When I told the people involved, I couldn’t stop smiling. It should’ve been embarrassing, but it’s not. God was so present, and he used them so wonderfully and powerfully, it….ahhhh even now I’m smiling. It’s so good.

It was a Monday night, and the volleyball league at my old church had just started. I was anxious to play some hard volleyball again, and to have some of my new friends share and join in that large part of my life. The day before, I had gently invited several of them to come and watch me play the game that I love, knowing that I was being vulnerable, and there was a good chance that no one would show up. But there was a part of me that was sure that at least one person would show up; not a particular person, but at least someone would come.

But no one did.

I remember three things about that night: that we lost our game, that I was hurt that none of my friends came, and how I felt lying in bed that night. I wasn’t upset about the loss, though of course I would have preferred the win, and I knew I was disappointed that none of my friends had come, but I believed that God was there, and so, I should be okay with that: what greater fan is there than God? I quickly convinced myself that I shouldn’t be hurt, that it was just me and God, and that was all I needed. Or, at least, should need.

As I lay in bed that night, something within me was restless. I didn’t understand specifically what it was asking for (though I should have), but I felt compelled to reach out and talk, not about anything in particular (though I should have known what I needed to talk about), but just to connect with someone, and spend some time in conversation with a dear heart.

“Are you awake?” My first text went out to my first choice friend. She was a new friend, but God has been gracious and our hearts have connected deeply. She responded that she was up, and true to her caring heart, asked if I was okay. I responded yes, and told her that I was just looking for someone to talk to before bed. She was more than happy to be that for me, and so, we made small talk. Until, it was no longer small talk, and I was no longer okay.

As we continued our conversation, I realized what was restless inside of me: I felt alone. I felt abandoned. That even though God had blessed me with a wonderful family of friends, I still felt so far away, taking pieces off the fringe. I wanted more, I wanted to get deeper, and I wasn’t happy with the way things were. I was deeply hurt that none of my friends had come to my game, and it was disguising itself in anger and frustration, which I was unleashing on my dear, dear friend.

I was growing frustrated with her, with our conversation: she didn’t seem to have anything for me, saying all the wrong things, I felt like she was completely missing how hurt I was. Even though I wasn’t yelling or speaking in a raised voice, I certainly could have. I was angry, and my friend was taking the heat from it. And then, oh man……..then God showed up. The best way I can describe it…picture yourself talking with a person, face to face. Deep in conversation, I was oblivious to anything going on around me. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, annoyed that someone was interrupting me. The Holy Spirit looked me in the eye and said “you’re talking to the wrong person.” He took a step back, eyes not blinking, quietly communicating “you’re move: what’re you going to do?”

I apologized to my friend, withdrew from the conversation, turned myself towards the Holy Spirit, and talked with Him. Immediately, I felt peace: I knew I wasn’t alone. That it was, just me and God, but to pretend I wasn’t hurt because of that truth…it was a lie to myself. I fell into honesty, and realized, that in my hurt, my relationship with God is the only relationship that has any weight. That my relationship with God was the avenue through which all my other relationships even existed! And if I was not honest with God, if I was not pursuing God, then my other relationships would suffer deeply. God is more than capable of taking my anger, and my friend, even though she was willing to listen, she couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t fix it, or make it better, or comfort me, or explain it: I was talking with the wrong person.

I later explained what had happened to my friend involved, thanking her for allowing herself to be used by God to show me how I felt and for her understanding that although my anger was displayed at her, it was not anger towards her, but anger towards God. I apologized for not withdrawing sooner, and she was grateful to have been involved in that moment of my life. That God had kept her awake, to draw me into reconciliation with God. If I hadn’t of reached out, I don’t know what would’ve happened that night: probably something not good. But God was faithful: He provided for me, and He saved me.

Who are you talking to? Friends are great, but they can only do so much. More often than we do, we need to break away from our friends, and talk with God. We need to increase our sensitivity, and open ourselves up to the conviction of the Holy Spirit. We need to stop yelling at our friends, and start yelling at God. He can take it. He will never stop loving you. He wants us to be honest, to be real, to be genuine. I promise you, He can take it. So…

Who are  you talking to? Talk to the One who can save you, to the One who can help you. To the One who can take whatever you’ve got, and make it better.

Talk to God.

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A Man’s Promise

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

Life Anthem

Tuesday, February 21st, 2012