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Friday, 30 September 2011

It Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain: It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

 Ho­ra­tio G. Spaf­ford

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

Our Entitlement

I actually had a different post scheduled for Sunday's posting, but on Sunday I went to the beach and while skim-boarding, I somehow managed to dislocate my knee briefly and as a result, I am on crutches and cannot walk. I've been ordered to restrict my movements to the extent that I can't work for a week  and it has been difficult to move, even to sit in a position long enough so that i might write a new post. Nevertheless, I've propped myself up on millions of pillows and am attempting to continue one of my earlier unfinished thoughts. It began like this:
I am being typical right now. I am 26, and developmentally obvious at the moment. As a young woman, I want to get married and have babies. As a newly qualified member of the workforce, I want to smack my Master's degree in the faces of all potential employers, asking them hotly if they don't know what this means, what it says about my last few years. As a Christian I am just slightly disillusioned with the social support of church, and with the social alternative outside of church and as a globe-trotter I am horribly bored with everything that is familiar (especially when faced with the idea of being stationary, anywhere). I want mobility, technology and quick results for my efforts, just like a millennial.
I want you to be comfortable with the reactions you probably had to that post -  some of it might feel like an overshare, some, incredibly obnoxious and in other ways it may seem ungrateful and presumptuous. I'm glad. I decided that it was a good day to consider our attitudes, and decided to bare my dirty laundry as exhibit A. I am thinking about how society is geared up so intently on the entitlement of the individual. Mirriam-Webster dictionary defines this word as a belief that one is deserving of or entitled to certain privileges. If you grew up, like me, in a capitalist society, even a capitalist-esque society then your sense of entitlement will probably be higher than people from other social structures. One article I found talks about the growing sense of entitlement in America, and purports that it may be because of a distortion of the "importance of self esteem" argument. The author argued that perhaps it was people's idea that if I am ultimately "Ok" then when I don't feel ok it is due to someone else not supplying what I am entitled to.


That doesn't feel comfortable to look at, but what answer do you have to that question? What, in life, as humans, as men, as women, as girlfriends or boyfriends, as employees, or mothers or fathers or sons and daughters are we entitled to? There are things that might seem obvious, like life, but what about war? Shelter may be one, but then, what about homeless people? I can't even include food as an entitlement because too many people - in both the developed and developing world - don't have it. What are we as humans entitled to then, really?

You see people's sense of entitlement come out at the strangest of times, like the person who publicly berates any farce of a "loving God" for letting earthquakes happen or tsunamis, for letting babies die and animals get abused. That suggests to me that someone assumes the presence of a loving God makes everyone under the existence of such a God entitled to safety and happiness. My sense of entitlement has come out a lot this year, I must say. I took my time to come to terms with my plan changes, and I just recently got hired. I prayed daily for a good attitude and to be so present at work, to be an active member of  life, contributing et cetera and three weeks into work I've damaged myself to the extent that I don't know if I will be permitted to return next week. I can't move and I have to gulp down the desire to be like "WTH! Am I not entitled to a good experience? Am I not entitled to see those "plans to prosper" me come about?

The fact is though, I'm not entitled. I am absolutely not entitled to any of the things that I am most bitter about not seeing come to fruition this year. When I think about all of the things in a year, in a day we look around, wide eyed and expectant for, I am amazed. How many subtle messages are there in the media for working your butt off as a generally good way to be? There are messages about working, but they are always with the angle of "...so you can make loads of money", and realistically, we all need money, but where is the heart of humanity? If I could replace my indignance over not having every misguided but hopeful  expectation of mine about my life fulfilled with some action that puts something good into my world then I think I would be a much better person.

I am proactive, and I always saw my sense of entitlement as adaptive, because my principle has always been that I am going to work hard for everything that I believe myself entitled to. What if that is wrong though? I am not saying that expectancy is ludicrous and unbiblical or selfish, but I am thinking about the indignance we get when what we're really doing is mixing up what is blessing with what is our entitlement. What if what we are blessed with is completely independent of what we are entitled to, what if the only product of prayer is communion with God, the only outcome of good, moral living is rightness with God? What if every good thing is a bonus, neither guaranteed nor necessarily recurrent?



Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Be Magnified

I have made You too small in my eyes
O Lord, forgive me;
And I have believed in a lie
That You were unable to help me.
But now, O Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong;
And in my eyes and with my song
O Lord, be magnified
O Lord, be mag - nified.

CHORUS:
Be magnified, O Lord
You are highly exalted;
And there is nothing You can't do
O Lord, my eyes are on You.
Be magnified,
O Lord, be mag - nified.

I have leaned on the wisdom of men
O Lord, forgive me;
And I have responded to them
Instead of Your light and Your mercy.
But now, O Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong;
And in my eyes with my song
O Lord, be magnified
O Lord, be magnified.

CHORUS:
Be magnified, O Lord
You are highly exalted;
And there is nothing You can't do
O Lord, my eyes are on You.
Be magnified,
Lord, be mag - nified.

- Lynn DeShazo

Monday, 19 September 2011

From our Ivory towers

 Now that I am employed in a corporate environment, I'm thinking about the differences between academia and applied professions. The old ivory tower argument springs to mind as I wonder if I am happier in an applied over a theoretical environment. Do I want to be at the cutting edge of innovation, sharpening my mind against those bidding and theorising in my field, with an endless time frame to explore these and my own musings? Or, do I want to be in the field, breathing in the air of other people's expectations of professional me, do I want to take the reins in my hands and know what works and what is pragmatically impossible or irritating? These are interesting questions for me, and I consider whether there is an element of that same dichotomy in the walk of faith.

The thought occurred to me that perhaps you could become entirely theoretical in the way that you relate your faith to other people, even in your own relationship with faith. For me, I have been very experiential in the way that I developed my identity as a "Christian". There is always the introduction to faith which comes from your parents or from a friend who invites you to church or a small group, and their faith identity is where you begin your relationship with faith. Some people take ownership of what they were introduced to, and I think that means building arms and legs on the faith box that was displayed, but I also understand that some people carbon copy the faith that was handed to them and live in that identity - for days, for months, for years.

I have been guilty of looking haughtily at that identity, saying that that is an example of living someone else's life (or faith), but what I am beginning to add is that while it may be true to never have established a faith identity that is solely yours, it is also true to act in life based solely on the theories gathered in one's ivory tower of faith. I've used the phrase "relationship with faith" instead of "relationship with God" intentionally because I'm talking about legalism. I think there is an inherent kind of legalism in the sense that beliefs about religion, God and how these impact behaviour are based on a person's theology theories. Whether you've tested them (the spirit behind the theory), seen how these are applied (other than "we don't" or "we do do that") is what I was interested in. I have met people who live in a constructed religion of this variety, and I would call this pure legalism, but I am beginning to see that legalism is like the weeds in my garden - no matter how many times I remove them, from the root, they keep coming back because it is a seed in the soil in which my plants are growing. Legalism's reproduction is happening in good soil (you and I) because it is fertile, and whatever is alive will try to grow in it.

My point is that "legalist" is not just something that you either are, or are not, but that it is something always waiting to grow - it is. Behaviourally, we understand that people are creatures constantly looking for pattern and to fill in the blanks of their environment with something logical and reproducible. We humans, despite what the most laid back, free thinker will tell you, like order. Chaos is stressful and hard to navigate, especially when it is someone else's. It stands to reason then, that behaviours we accept and adhere to can be part of the De-stressing process that we undergo in order to get through our day. There are some things that people don't bother to consider but instead just obey because it isn't worth the energy you understand that it will cost you. I think going through traffic is a good example of this. Some people will just take the identical route home, not because it is the only way, but because they can't be bothered to drive through half the city just to save some time out of the traffic. If they take this route home everyday, then they don't have to be overly conscious of the route, it'll be like second nature and they can just relax in the relative sameness of their drive.

The word "relative" is important there though, because it takes us to the next part of my suggestion. If you assume that you have understood everything about your route to, or from work then you won't readily notice the subtle changes it experiences, and if you are really presumptuous you could end up crashing into some unexpected addition to your environment. Jumping out of the analogy, what I mean by this is that you could very suddenly become conscious of your environment, the same old Christianity or Judaism or Islam etc and find that it is the adherence to commands, it is the following of laws that are good and moral and socially adaptive, but that it doesn't mean anything to you.

This is not a new suggestion, that it is easy to be legalistic in one's faith, but what if I was saying that it is important to sift through even your revived, your organic faith, because legalism grows amongst the fruit of the spirit present in your life? One of my goals this year is to be really present in the life I have today. Did you ever go to church and suddenly wonder why people raise their hands or randomly utter in agreement with the speaker, or why you've said the same prayer every time you say grace since you were a child? I think it is so important to really feel within your personal relationship with faith. In my opinion, religion is an agreement to follow certain rules and traditions, but spirituality is the pursuit of a higher power. For me, my spirituality comes from my background of Christianity, but I feel as though grasping tightly to that label will cultivate a crop of legalist weeds.

How does one avoid that? My theory is by constantly questioning the motives behind behavior - both mine and the people I appoint as my spiritual guides. I think asking whether something is showing the Love we talk about often within this blog, whether I am growing, whether I experience more personal gratification or more hunger for God, whether there is any heart in the action are important considerations. I really hope I don't sound trite, because it occurred to me sometime during last week that it was so much easier to recite the Christian values, to talk about trials and how "we overcome" and every other cliche than it is to say "I am in the throngs of emotional crisis, and I am performing, I am doing what I am supposed to, but I am absolutely broken on the inside".  What's worse is that we as people of faith tend to respond to other people's admissions like this (rare though they may be) with statements about how it isn't true, or how it is going to be over soon.

Hope is important, and I understand the need to make sure that that message perpetuates in the midst of a person's despair, but it is almost like people of strong faith worry that their faith is somehow compromised by the admission of brokenness. What if you never move until you can admit to being broken? What if you will never grow again until you see how much you need God, until you feel the depths of your own despair, acknowledge it, and THEN move into a different place? What if you could help a fellow person of faith by allowing them to be broken in your presence, by letting them relate a terrible position in life that they are experiencing, all the while taking their hand and saying "I see you hurting, I see your pain, and it is ugly, just like you say it is, but I am believing with you for change. I don't know a damn thing about why this is happening and I can only imagine how frustrated you must be, but what do we believe? What has God demonstrated to us of His character so far? You have a friend, and we can alternate tears and prayers until we see change."

So, I guess what I'm saying is that it is much easier to talk about benevolence when it doesn't mean walking out of your comfort zone, but sometimes we need to climb down from our theoretical faith towers and hold someone in our arms, or weep openly ourselves. Sometimes we have to be the action, sometimes we have to touch the floor of the broken world we live in in order to be realistic, present parts of our environment.  

Sunday, 11 September 2011

When the plan changes



There I was, driving along a country road on a Saturday morning headed to a remote beach on the north east coast of Trinidad. Despite the really encouraging experiences I had had during my first week of work, I was feeling very low. I was feeling low to the point that I almost burst into tears as we drove along the beautiful countryside. As we neared our destination, this sign came into view, and although I'd seen it before, on other trips to this beach, I found it really impacting. They were confident and sure that if continuing along this path, there would be low portions in the road, and drivers needed to be aware that they were coming. At that moment though, I just read that the sadness I was experiencing was the tip of the iceberg, and I was going diving.

What had been making me sad was the contemplation of my future. I have mentioned that I didn't plan on being back in Trinidad at this point in my life, and I felt heartbroken to leave the home I'd made in Texas. Well, I think fresh on the wings of euphoria after only just returning from three blissful weeks in Texas with my friends and my adoptive families, a crash into the settling reality was bound to come. I just had a moment, after realising during the week that I'd need to seriously consider whether I was going to stay here for an extended period of time, or just a little stint, of feeling panicked. My worst fear is probably that I would be like everyone else. I don't want to remind anyone of someone else. If I could do anything, it would be to surprise you and talk about something that you never considered before.

A part of my hesitation for being here, honestly, has been that it was far too easy. I say "easy" and I laugh to myself because I've been crawling on the floor the last 8 months as far as coping with this transition, but it is relatively easy. I am the kind of person who chooses countries and locations that no one in my family has been to (or heard of, for that matter), I look at remote villages and cities with names I can't pronounce and I say to myself "that looks interesting!" Here though, I came back to live in my parents' house, to work at a job for which the position was never advertised, and the biggest challenge for me is sitting still. I am saying to myself there are strangers in the sub-Arctic region of Canada that I need to meet. There are people somewhere other than here that are actually mine, and I just need to meet them, like I did with my Texans. 

It was important for me to understand that I could feel like this, and not be ungrateful, because one of the first following emotions after an admission like this is guilt. I understand how truly blessed my life is, how amazing my parents and my family/friends are, but I am having an internal struggle. I have been convicted since I identified this mindset, that actually, before I left Trinidad seven years ago I hadn't met everyone on the island. That, and the fact that I am not the only open-minded, weird (we prefer odd and interesting), disproportionately antsed-pantsed, globe-trotter to walk around this island, or you, that city. What I've been feeling is the very undeniable sense that there are amazing relationships to be made and people to impact wherever you find yourself. There is always a canvas and a medium, it just may not be a literal canvas and a bona fide array of oil paints (or acrylics if you prefer). I am convicted  to really be strong and courageous, to believe that I am neither this weird nor this restless for no reason, but that at some point reconciliation comes between the earnest searching and the sate. 

Sunday, 4 September 2011

Work Begins


So, tomorrow I begin a new chapter of my life. I begin work in a very traditional setting, and I have many emotions as I consider it. I'm a little nervous, I'm very excited by the nature of the work, I have no idea what to expect from the environment, my colleagues etc. I feel as though the events that have lead me here are definitely bigger that I am, which partially brings in some confidence that it is right, that it is where I am supposed to be, and also brings in the little anxiousness about a great unknown.

I am relating this to the abyss (and my faithful blog supporters!) because I would love to have your thoughts, prayers, words, songs, anythings this week as I start my new little chapter. Come with me as I start this new thing! My little manifesto is as follows as I begin my job:


1.) I have been talking about being more intentional in life, with what I am contributing to the space I find myself in. So, this is my pledge number one - Active contribution to life on the whole. 

2.) I am also consciously praying for purpose at work. This isn't just going to be a job for me. I want to function  in all the ways I can (this is an extension of number one, but important enough to be singled out). To serve God, and to serve others is the general heading.

This is not a real entry, I guess. Not like others have been, but I am keeping the space updated, making sure I maintain my Sunday posting now that I am back at home. I arrived in Trinidad yesterday, after my positively blissful stay in Texas. I am having to counsel myself through the vastly contrasting social situation here over my Texan home (even my British home!), but my belief in purpose, for the most part, transcends my despair.