Monday, October 17, 2011

Lies, Damn Lies, and

Stat: 83% of you (folks who've looked at my blog) use a Macintosh Operating System.
Inference: I have trendy friends.

Stat: 56 of my site views are from China.
Inference: They have 1/3 of the worlds population. Of course someone from China would stumble across my blog at somepoint.
However, here's an interesting fact. China blocks google-based programs, of which blogspot most certainly is one. Therefore, either some smart fellas are beating the system, a bunch of smart Westerners are using proxies, or the Chinese government is watching me. I hope the latter- it makes me feel more dangerous.

Stat: "Give Me the Flute" is the top viewed post on my site.
Inference: I really have no idea.

Stat: 66% of you arrive at this site via FB.
Inference: Most of my friends are in college.

Stat: Well, just see for yourself. These are the keywords searched that brought websurfers to my site.



Sorry about the grainy-ness there. Amy Canosa, omnes geniosos melancolicos esse, DMX, hairy chested church planters, radius greenville imago dei, etc.

Yep. You saw that right. Me and Acts 29 have something in common.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

2: The Experience of Doubt

Sweet words, tender action. Yet, surely confused, and wrong.
Deciding, as though it were mine to resolve, to conclude.
How I feel it is mine to resolve, to conclude!

Perhaps I run away naked; I hope, I hope I run away, naked. Oh for that honor.

No, they brought him to me, with all their slingshots and bamboo daggers, as I knew they would. I was ready, I waited for them. Asked when they would be coming. And they brought him. Of course. I followed Him too, in the old way, the way that predates Twitter by a Millennia.

But they brought him to me, and they were so proud, so coyly smiling. Oh, fear and trembling within me: I swallowed it down. I must decide this, and I know.

Well, they line up against the marble wall and take turns. It doesn't matter that no two are the same. It doesn't matter that all are weak, none are strong, no pair corroborates and no pair congeals. It is their sheer number that outweighs hope, outweighs life and joy. A weak flood can kill crops as surely as a strong one, should it persist long enough.

Oh, they tell me, we heard him say things, like, I will tear down what you call religion, or, I will steal what you lean upon for security and control. We heard him say he could replace it over night, or over two, whatever he said.

Now look, I told him, this is all as it's supposed to be, you set this up. I am supposed to sit here, high backed and richly carved as it is. I have to decide this, you know that. Say something, please. Say something. You have to say something. You always say something.

Look, I said, are you the Christ?

Does it even matter? And I waited.

Then, Yep, he whispered. And yes. But I've already told you as much. And yes, I do run this show, and no, you cannot decide this. You never could, and I will make sure you know this. Or I will die trying.

Well, what do you think of that?

Look! Brandished wooden guns, and whittled pocket knives waggle before my eyes. Look! He said you can't decide this. He won't answer, he won't refute us. He knows. He knows. Damn him to hell, back where he came from, take his control, it's yours to have, is it not? It's you're high chair, is it not? Damn Him to hell, damn yourself, damn us all if that's what it takes to keep the high chair. That's what I think. That's what you think, isn't it?

This is my chair. You gave me this chair, didn't you? Didn't you? Well you surely aren't standing up for yourself. So helpful.


Come on. Prove yourself. Prophesy, damn it. Who hit you?









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sit in that a minute before you read the next bit.

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I have, by grace, been moved out of much of my doubt and anxiety in the past month. Nearly all of it, in fact. Therefore, do not fear: this is not a relapse. But as I read the passion narrative in Mark this morning, I could not shake the similarities between my experience with doubt and the court of the High Priest immediately preceding Jesus's crucifixion. It is a highly condemning post, revealing of my own pride and depravity and desire for control. But I felt as though sharing it, in a first-person narrative format, might be of some edification to others wrestling with doubt. It is an evil, evil proceeding. It is the nature of our hearts. If you have questions about this post, or any others for that matter, light or heavy, always know that you are invited to ask. As I have been given I will try to give, as freely as I know how.

So, that's what this post is about. That's why it seems to come out of nowhere, why it seems out of character from my past few weeks. Because, frankly, it is.

And thank you to all who have been praying for me in this season. God has answered much prayer, and I am grateful. Very, very grateful.

Monday, October 10, 2011

The Return 1: Oh! Gravity

I found myself in my living room across from two Bens, one asleep and one facebooking. The rain has forced me back inside after a failed surf trip. The waves broke too wild, too choppy for our humble experience. Gusts of wind tumbled sea foam across the rain-smoothed sand towards the pier, leaving shimmering layers of saline bubbles. They reminded me of the stainless steel marbles that stole my attention in elementary school. They were a cheap thrill, and the glass ones were better.

I found myself in a missions conference with a woman who has more discernment than I have ever seen. She told the participants to pay attention- 'you are on duty', she said, 'to bring the word of God to us this evening. We have two more words to be spoken before we close, so please be bold and come forward.' Just like that. She could tell when that which was being spoken was the Spirit and when it was the flesh, and stopped several people from sharing more. She spoke of perceiving the presence of the Spirit on people, in the way the Spirit rests on the prophet in Isaiah 61. I want that discernment. She spoke of a complete trust in God that I can only imagine, leaving home with no plan and no destination, Abrahamic indeed. I am not brave enough, but I want to be, and quickly. We ain't getting younger, kiddos, and she's moving mountains while I'm serving coffee. Not a fair comparison, I know, but sometimes it feels like that.

I found myself frustrated and begging for joy on the way to work in a hip coffee shop off Vanderhorst street (brewing San Pedro Nectar Light Roast, which is the bomb). Then I found myself worshipping while I clean bowls, and using cupcakes to bribe the customers in the patio to sing happy birthday to a regular inside.

I found myself on a sailboat with a roommate and another shop regular, trying to untangle the halyard and fix the sail before getting stuck in the marsh. The regular tells me it's the most fun he's had since the grand canyon. I'll take that.

I found myself in worship wanting to be the favorite child, wanting to be noticed, affirmed, but challenged to serve and play as a free, loved child. Thank you, Jesus Storybook Bible.

I found myself driving into the woods to lead worship for a retreat, praying for eyes to see the kingdom advancing, but unable to distinguish between all that is wrong and where God desires me to bring light. Where do we begin?

I found myself dancing at a Jeremy Riddle concert.

I found myself strongly led to tell an acquaintance that God says she belonged, only to find that she needed to hear it badly.

I found myself preoccupied with the thought of a banana throughout worship, to the point of wondering if it was some prophetic word to share. I didn't share it, thought part of me thinks I should have. I don't know if that was right or not.

I found myself talking for an hour with a Catholic nun, feeling a deep, deep love for her, as her cancer grows. As Nouwen would say, the Christ in me recognizing the Christ in her. It was beautiful.

And I rarely ever find myself in anxiety and doubt and restlessness and fear. Which is a miracle, seeing where I have come from in the past year.

All this has fallen like an apple on my head. Oh, I have discovered gravity, but it's been there all along. And as much as I have found, this I have been given. As much as I have seen, I have been shown. I am growing; small, but green and growing. And as I find myself, I am finding God more and more.

And now my task:

to find myself more and more in Him
and to find others for Him.


Genesis 28:16