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“As we move along, God will lead us into the third stage, in which our attention becomes more and more drawn to the divine Center.  ‘It begins to consider God more often than it considers self, and insensibly it tends to forget self in order to become more concerned with God with a love devoid of self-interest.’

Please understand, this is not the destruction of self or the loss of individuality in some sort of ‘cosmic consciousness.’  This is the discovery of the self achieved by focusing our attention on the Creator of the self.  It is losing the self in order to find it.  Only in this way can the true self blossom and flourish.

This third stage is a marvelous virtue, something sublime.  It is the natural charm and unpretentious exuberance of simplicity.  We admire people who walk in this way, and enjoy their company.  Gone is the forced behavior and sticky righteousness.

Do you know the wonderful new freedom this simplicity brings?  No longer is there the stifling preoccupation with ourselves.  Now there are new liberating graces to care deeply for the needs of others.  And most wonderful of all, we can lay down the crushing burden of the opinions of others.  Fenelon witnessed, ‘With this purity of heart, we are no longer troubled by what others think of us, except that in charity we avoid scandalizing them.’  We do not have to be liked.  We do not have to succeed.  We can enjoy obscurity as easily as fame.

We have also a curious liberty to speak about ourselves not excessively but naturally.  I say ‘curious’ because most people assume that those who are truly unself-conscious would never talk about themselves.  That approach belongs to an earlier period in which, out of false modesty, we try to quell any rise of pride.  We are afraid that maybe we have said too much.  We slip an example or word about ourselves into the conversation and immediately worry that it was inspired by vanity.  We determine that we will never speak of ourselves, neither our accomplishments nor our failures, lest in either case we become the center of attention.  At many points this is indeed good counsel, but it is a strained humility and contrary to simplicity.  In time, however, we begin to relax, and are enabled to speak of ourselves with the same candor as we do of others.  ‘Simplicity consists of not having any wrong shame, or false modesty,’ writes Fenelon.

The Apostle Paul knew this freedom to an amazing degree.  He could assert his Roman citizenship and his Hebrew lineage when it was needed.  He could boast of his many sufferings for Christ’s cause…He received his apostleship and teaching from Christ alone, and even opposed Peter for his cultural Jewish Christianity (Gal 1,2).  He was so free and unpretentious that he could boldly urge believers, ‘Be imitators of me, as I am of Christ.’

Here is language that most of us would not dare utter.  On our lips it would seem like the height of arrogance, and probably that is exactly what it would be.  But Paul was beyond such petty self-admiration.  He had passed through all that long ago.  The hidden preparation through which God had put this man had changed him.  We cannot understand the things that Paul said and the life that Paul lived until we see that he had given up on all the little human systems of self-aggrandizement.  Without exaggeration he could call it all ‘dung,’ because he was living in a greater Power.”

Foster, pages 116-117

It was just before the Passover Feast.  Jesus knew that the time had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father.  Having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his love.

The evening meal was being served, and the devil had already prompted Judas Iscariot, son of Simon, to betray Jesus.  Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God, so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist.  After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him…

When he had finished washing their feet, he put on his clothes and returned to his place.

“Do you understand what I have done for you?” he asked them.  “You call me Teacher and Lord, and rightly so, for that is what I am.  Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. 

I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you.  I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.

Now that you know these things, you will be blessed [makarios – being marked by God’s favor and fullness] if you do them.

John 13:1-5, 12-17

Always danger.  I feel it after every blog post.  The other side of the equation that wasn’t mentioned.

If posts from yesterday leave you with the impression that my life is perfect or ideal, I should delete them. 

If you think my marriage is perfect or the boundaries we set and try to maintain within it are perfect…whoops.  Anyone close to us could tell you that isn’t true. 

If you think my community is perfect or the way I behave within that community is always ideal…whoops.  (Guys, you know I think you’re perfect!)

I heard someone say something once along these lines:

“When people tell me I’m too showy in my love for God, I just want to tell them, ‘If you only knew what He and I have been through to get to this point…'”

If you only knew.

Good phrase. 

If you only knew the hard, hard work Dan & I have done separately and together in our marriage just to make it stable…not perfect.

If you only knew the hard lessons and field trips God has taken me on to learn to trust people enough in community to give not just performance or what I think is expected, but what they and I need.

If you only knew how hard it is for me still to do that.  Particularly with people outside of my little trust circle.

If you only knew how deep my selfishness and pride run – and how dependent on Him I am each day just to look outside myself.

If you only knew how I wish I could make up for past mistakes.

We’re not supposed to know each other’s everything.  Only a few heart friends can handle some of the things…and the rest only the Most High God can handle.  He is never repelled by our deep, cavernous need.

So, no.  Not perfect over here in our little corner. 

But so, so grateful.

Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed;

Save me and I will be saved,

For You are the One I praise.

How I celebrate the fact that You have not run away

From being my Shepherd;

You have not desired the day of despair.

(Jeremiah 17:14, 16)

She is as in a field a silken tent

At midday when the sunny summer breeze

Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,

So that in guys it gently sways at ease,

And its supporting central cedar pole,

That is its pinnacle to heavenward

And signifies the sureness of the soul,

Seems to owe naught to any single cord,

But strictly held by none, is loosely bound

By countless silken ties of love and thought

To every thing on earth the compass round,

And only by one’s going slightly taut

In the capriciousness of summer air

Is of the slightlest bondage made aware

– Robert Frost, “The Silken Tent”

I’ve been thinking.

(I know what you’re thinking.  Stop thinking already!)

But all this talk about celebrating and acting like children and imaginations and dancing makes me ponder something.

How does this work in mixed company?  Between genders.

I don’t talk about every aspect of my life on this blog, but that’s because this blog is not my whole life.  Just little snippets.  But a big part of my life these days is the fact that I’m involved in ministry to women in the sex industry.  This is not an idea unique to me; lots of groups all over the world are bringing God’s love to women in this setting. 

But even though it isn’t unique in the world, it’s unique in my little world.  Because I tend to be insecure in certain areas, I often wonder what others think of this…or me being involved in this.  I can project judgments onto others they never had.  (I acknowledge this is completely wrong.)

But also…how are men supposed to deal with someone like me?  What is a good and healthy way to relate to someone they know is ministering in an area where every man struggles?  Do they have to put up walls mentally when relating with me?  Is that the only way?  Are there other ways to have boundaries with me or their own minds?

I’m in a season of writing.  It seems to me that God has seen fit to give me seasons of immersing myself in His Word and other’s words…then seasons where I almost cannot help regurgitating those words somewhere.  Lucky for you (?) it’s on here these days. 

One of the books I re-read with a more open mind in the last several years was Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge.  Now don’t go thinking I endorse every word or opinion in this book.  I don’t think it is gospel for Biblical womanhood.

But it does bring up some interesting ideas.  One that’s had me pondering is this:

“The way femininity can awaken masculine strength – and the way a good man’s strength allows a woman to be beautiful – these can be offered in all sorts of holy ways between men and women who are not married to one another.

Far too long we have lived in a culture of fear in the Church, fearing that any relationships between men and women will end in an affair.  Sadly, we have forsaken so many opportunities to call one another forth with the grace of our genders.

John wasn’t able to be present for our recent women’s retreat.  On the second day I had an encounter with an evil woman that left me shaken and under spiritual attack.  I asked our colleague, a young man named Morgan, to pray for me.  He did – fiercely.  He rose up on my behalf and sent the enemy packing.

His prayers and kind words to me allowed my heart to rest again and carry on through the day.  I made myself vulnerable to him, needed him, in a perfectly innocent way.  He came through for me, offered his strength in a perfectly innocent way.  My thanks to him was a way of saying, ‘You have what it takes.’  Should that not be an encouragement to him?

In the same way there are women in our fellowship who have offered to me (John) many words of encouragement, many tender kindnesses.  They have spoken to me of how I have impacted their lives, touched their hearts, offered my strength on their behalf.  And that has brought great encouragement and inspiration to me – even at times when I felt I was failing Stasi as a man.

But their encouragement and inspiration did not make me want to have an affair with them – it actually fueled my fire to go back and offer my strength to Stasi.  It was a kind of affirmation that said, ‘You are a good man, a man of strength.  As a woman I am grateful.’

John has offered his strength and kind heart to many women in our community – listened to their lives, helped them find their way, fought fiercely for them.  His strong, kind presence awakens their beauty.  In some sense it is God saying to them, ‘This is available – no here, in John – but this kind of man is available.  Doesn’t that awaken your heart as a woman?’

There are all sorts of opportunities in our lives for this.  Truth be told, it will be unavoidable.  As a man comes alive, the women in his world will experience and enjoy his strength, the power of his masculine presence.  As a woman comes alive, the men in her world will experience and enjoy her beauty, the richness of her feminine presence. 

Yes – this exchange of strength and beauty will be a test of character.  When something is awakened in us by another man or woman, we do have a choice in that moment.  We choose to accept that awakening as an invitation to go find that with our man or woman.  Or to pray, if we are single, that this sort of man or woman will come to us from God’s hand. 

We will have to face this kind of test as we relate to members of the opposite sex.  The only other option is to veil ourselves – as the Muslims insist their women do.  A sad and unbiblical way to live.”

What do you think?  I know.  There are so many other factors.  A person’s character and past.  The particular sins they struggle with.  Strength of marriages.  Men and women acting in a way that is honoring to God.  The enemy’s desire to see marriages broken.  Accountability.  Probably to be safe, never dealing with these things one-on-one with opposite genders.

But still, the points are valid.

I’m not worried too much about it.  Mostly because in my little sphere of influence God has given me many safe men.  And my man many safe women.  Dan and I trust each other and our love.  We trust our community.  We aren’t naïve and keep each other accountable and don’t take chances.  I can’t even think of a time when either one of us have been alone with the opposite gender.  But we still live in trust, not fear 

Anyway, I am not looking to be authoritative on this topic or advocate for change in any of the settings in which I am a part.

Just bringing up words.  Thoughts and ideas.

Blogging about these things is dangerous.  It only gives the writer and reader snippets of a complex discussion.  Books can be set down, then picked back up allowing the author to move through the complexities.

Blogging does not.

As I went through my morning, I thought of all the things that could have been included in the last post.  But one of the big ones was Joy.  How fun this all can be!  What a light exercise in watching God provide and use us and heal us.

The other thing that permeated my morning was Community.  How this is so much better done with heart friends.  I sometimes think about the community He’s surrounded my family with and tears instantly come to my eyes.  He couldn’t have paired us with more wonderful, challenging, giving friends.  They are perfect for us.  Not because they let us off the hook on hard things; but precisely because the don’t!

We are open about marriage, parenting, sin, greed, fear, spending, babysittng, tools, cars, clothes, weight, vanity, pride.  I never feel like I have to perform for them.  They are so gracious.

But they also call me out.  I can’t imagine where I’d be if they didn’t. 

Thank You, Jesus.

I so hope you have a community like that, too.

One reason is for your own health – emotional, spiritual, psychological.

The other reason is challenges like these take the focus of us and how we’re performing – and put it on God’s Body being His hands and feet.

During Posessions week of this Study, our group took her challenge to give away 7 things a day.  Well, we all came up with more than that!  My oldest boy got in on the action too.

And then you know what?  We didn’t just do a Goodwill run.  (There’s nothing wrong with that, though.)  As a group we called different organizations in town to see what we had accumulated that they may need.  We also had personal relationships in our lives.  People who we knew could benefit from our stuff we didn’t need.  Then we split the stuff up and went on our merry way. 

How fun!  Together meeting needs.  Together healing our own greed.  Together living authentically.

The other thing about community this morning was celebration.  I had two separate groups in which celebration was fleshed out today already.  But first you should know a memory of a quote drove me to Foster’s Celebration of Discipline last night when the boys went to bed.  So here are the words that were ringing through my head this morning:

“It is an occupational hazard of devout folk to become stuffy bores.  This should not be.  Of all people, we should be the most free, alive, interesting.  Celebration adds a note of gaiety, festivity, hilarity to our lives.  After all, Jesus rejoiced so fully in life that he was accused of being a winebibber and glutton…

Now I am not recommending a periodic romp in sin, but I am suggesting that we do need deeper, more earthy experiences of exhilaration.  It is healing and refreshing to cultivate a wide appreciation for life.  Celebration helps us relax and enjoy the good things of the earth.

Another benefit of celebration is its ability to give us perspective.  We can laugh at ourselves.  We come to see that the causes we champion are not nearly so monumental as we would like to believe…

Thus freed of an inflated view of our own importance, we are also freed of a judgmental spirit.  Others do not look so awful, so unspiritual.  Common joys can be shared without sanctimonious value judgments.

Joy begets joy.  Laughter begets laughter.  It is one of the few things in life that we multiply by giving…

One way to practice celebration is through singing, dancing, shouting.  Because of the goodness of God, the heart breaks forth into psalms and hymns and spiritual songs.  Worship, praise, adoration flow from the inner chambers…Children dance when they celebrate…Jesus had a sense of humor – some of His parables are positively comical…

So poke fun at yourself.  Enjoy wholesome jokes and clever puns.  Relish good comedy.  Learn to laugh; it is a discipline to be mastered.  Let go of the everlasting burden of always needing to sound profound…

We who follow Christ can risk going against the cultural tide.  Let’s with abandon relish the fantasy games of children.  Let’s see visions and dream dreams.  Let’s play, sing, laugh.  The imagination can release a flood of creative ideas and it can be lots of fun.  Only those who are insecure about their own maturity will fear such a delightful form of celebration.

Let us also relish the creativity of others.  Those who create sculptures and paintings and plays and music are a great gift to us.  We can organize art shows to display their work…

Set up regular times to play games or watch movies or read books together…

Celebration gives us the strength to live in all the other Disciplines.”

(Foster, pages 196 – 201)

How lighthearted did reading that make you feel?!

So first thing.  My Tuesday/Thursday Fall Avoidance classes have formed such a community.  There are a couple of ladies who have been friends since before they retired from the school district together.  They’ve seen each other through lots of hard and lots of good stuff.

Anyway, they love to celebrate.  Every holiday is a big deal in our classes with those two.  They typically bring festive socks for the particular holiday we’re celebrating.  Those are for the ladies, and the men get candy.

Today (since we have Break Week next week – no classes) they brought everyone gift bags with 4th of July fun stuff.  Including Red, White & Blue leis.  So we all (men and women) will wear them Thursday and have our picture taken.

So fun, right?

(It is at this point I wish I knew how to scan a picture I have up on our fridge.  It is of the ladies of this class and I posing with our Easter socks together this spring.  Hmmm…I’ll have to ask Dan to help me when he gets home.)

Anyway, the second area celebration and community came together was after class.  My 2-year-old and I hung out with my friend’s 1-year-old for a couple hours while she had an appointment.  And if you don’t think a couple hours with two toddlers isn’t a celebration, you’re not paying attention!  Smile.

We ate popcorn on the driveway.  Marveled over Rolly-Polies.  Actually we just tried to refrain ourselves from smashing them.  (Well, that and eating them when they fell into our popcorn.)  We played kid-sized band instruments.  We read books (the fun of watching my friend’s girl is reading titles like “Miss Lina’s Ballerinas.”  You know, instead of Spiderman.  He’s fun, too.  Just a nice change!)  We swung on the tire swing (swung? is that proper grammer?).  We ate grapes.  We ate chips.  We ate more popcorn.  (Food is good.)

Fun stuff, right?  Joy and celebration and community and love.  Father, help us to live and love like Your Trinity.  You are so worth any sacrifice or tears or hurt feelings or fears or miscommunication.  You love Your Body, Your Bride. 

We love you.

I want you to hold on.  This one’s hard, but it could be so good.  One baby step at a time.

“When Jesus had finished speaking, a Pharisee invited him to eat with him; so he went in and reclined at the table.  But the Pharisee, noticing that Jesus did not first wash before the meal, was surprised.

Then the Lord said to him, ‘Now then, you Pharisees clean the outside of the cup and dish, but inside you are full of greed and wickedness.  You foolish people!  Did not the one who made the outside make the inside also?  But give what is inside the dish to the poor, and everything will be clean for you.”

In the week of “Spending” in Jen Hatmaker’s “The 7 Experiment: Staging Your Own Mutiny Against Excess” she talks about this story. 

“Jesus was the worst dinner guest ever.  Awkward.  Jesus’ response is interesting because the issue at hand was hand washing, as He caught the Pharisee casting a reproving glance at His social omission.  No one was talking about money.  In fact, no one was talking at all.  Then bam, after one sideways look from His host, Jesus launched into this searing lecture, and the very first remedy He offered was this:

            Give from what is within you to the poor, and then everything is clean for you.

Followed by an indictment on their meticulous tithing but neglect of justice.  (Surely the other guests were like, ‘Who invited this guy?’) 

I’m starting to wonder if Jesus actually meant that.  Was He serious about sanctification through extreme generosity?  Is He really advocating giving our goods to those without?  I don’t know if He knows this, but this would mean completely retooling the way we live and spend…

What if we’re buying a bag of tricks?  And dear readers, shall we stop imagining these sad, sorry, rich people belong to a different demographic?  A brave reader admits, ‘He’s talking about me.’  Look at our houses, cars, closets, our luxuries.  If we are not rich, then no one is. 

If we aren’t’ swept up in entitlement, indulgence, and extravagance, then Jesus is a fool and let’s get back to living.  If tithing the minimum and consuming the rest is OK, then we can dismiss Jesus’ ideas and act obsessed about other stuff He said.

But what if?

What if we are actually called to live a radical life?  What if Jesus knew our Christian culture would design a lovely life template complete with all the privileges and exemptions we want, but even with that widespread approval, He still expected radical simplicity, radical generosity, radical obedience from those with ears to hear, eyes to see?

These Pharisees were a spiritual mess.  What does this passage communicate about the relationship between extreme generosity and everything else Jesus then called out (injustice, pride, spiritual abuse, unrepentant hearts)?

                                [Heart follows possessions]

Evidently just as money has the power to ruin, generosity has the power to heal.

This is big.

While it is easy to become paralyzed by the world’s suffering and inequalities created by corruption and greed, we actually hold immense power for change, simply by virtue of our wealth and economic independence.  Because we decide where our dollars go.  Never has so much wealth been so concentrated; our prosperity is unprecedented.  If enough of us decided to share, we would unleash a torrent of justice to sweep away disparity, poverty and hopelessness.

And let’s not miss the personal healing extreme generosity catalyzes: ‘Give from what is within to the poor, and then everything is clean for you.’

Wouldn’t it be just like Jesus to heal the giver and the receiver through the same act of generosity?  Doesn’t it sound just like Him to finally mend our insides once we love on the outside?  That to save our lives we must lose them, and the saving part doesn’t happen until the losing part?

Perhaps we don’t need another sermon or a deeper Bible study or a different mentor or a better church to heal what is broken inside us.  Maybe in the crazy giving, the reckless sharing, the dangerous releasing, Jesus finally burrows into our hearts, piercing back the shards and lifting the shroud.

Maybe everything He ever said was true.”

(pages 136 – 141)

Whew.  If you’re like me, someone will now have to talk you down off a ledge.  One where you want to sell everything you own and move to the Congo.  I’m so blessed with a husband who talks me through things like that.  Not condescendingly.  Calmly, with a love in his eyes at the passion that fosters reactions like these.  We all need people to balance us out.  God knows what He’s doing. 

Either way, maybe you’re supposed to sell everything…and if so, don’t let me stop you!  But more than likely, you’re supposed to start right where you are. 

During Possessions Week, Jen said this: “This side of heaven, we will never find ourselves on the right side of the kingdom all the time.  I won’t.  You won’t.  Rather than assessing this area as one sum total, already determined, imagine this part of discipleship as a thousand little moments, thousands of small decisions that bit by bit, choice by choice, slowly draw us under the leadership of the correct Master.

When you purge your closets and give to a struggling family…that counts.

When you skip those new shoes and sponsor a child with that money…that counts.

When you help fund your friend’s adoption is some small way…that counts.

When you spend more energy on people than decorating…that counts.

When you give, share, contribute, provide for someone else…that counts.

Everyday we have incremental chances to store up heavenly treasures, to foster good eyes, to be filled with light, to serve and love our God and His people.  None of these alone will define us; individually, these moments won’t draw a line in the sand declaring, ‘This.  This is the day it all came together.’  Nor will any of them alone disqualify us from this conversation or seal our fates as Money Slaves.

But together, the dots start connecting in a certain direction…It starts with habits and ends with our hearts; God can do that somehow.  I guess Jesus was right:

‘Where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.’  Matthew 6:21

I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed.  But if it dies, it produces many seeds.  The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.

John 12:24 & 25

You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit – fruit that will last.  Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. 

This is my command: Love each other.

John 15:16 & 17