Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

When No One Understands


We live in an age of fierce individuality. Whether a result of this era, western civilization, or the impact of technology and social media, we are more and more focused on self than ever before. Sadly enough, Christians are no exception. Our spiritual walk is highly individualized. We want a bible catered to our place in life (Eg: the Women’s Bible, the Grandmother’s Bible, the Couple’s Bible, Bible magazines for teens, the Serenity bible [12 step recovery help]). We don’t want to commit to a local church because our Christian walk is a private issue.  We want to be more ‘spiritual’ than ‘religious’.

We say the right things, speaking highly of community or of ‘doing life’ together, but when it comes down to it, we don’t really want what that involves. Scripture commands encouragement, exhortation, accountability, (Mt. 18:15-20, Eph. 4:11-16, 2 Tim. 4:2-5), and we use those words often, we fall kicking and screaming when someone dares use it against us.

I had the opportunity to have a talk with friends the other week regarding areas for growth in my life. We had set a time to meet, and I was ready, looking forward to the chance to grow. Or so I thought. I was good until we hit the point in the conversation where they pointed out the specific areas I was weak in (read: areas I was sinning in). Instantly my muscles tensed, my stomach knotted, and my guard went up. My head reeled with the thoughts, “They don’t understand! They don’t know what I’ve been through! They don’t know how hard I’ve already worked on this!” My heart cried, “They’re judging me! The bible says not to judge! They need to be forgiving and have grace where I’m struggling!” These are good friends, friends who love me, who want to help me, but as soon as my individualized spirituality was threatened, I balked. When someone challenged me in an area I didn’t want to be challenged, I bristled.

And I think that’s a normal reaction. At least, normal in the sense of common… not in the sense of it being what it ought. You see, we want to think we’re unique. Heck- we’re told we’re unique from childhood—by self-help gurus, school-teachers, even Christian leaders.


We cling to that originality desperately, but it’s that same individuality that leaves us so isolated. Look at the teenager who whines that his/her parents just don’t get them. Or the employee who says no one knows what its like to work for such a terrible boss. Or the mother at home with yet another sick child, believing that nobody understands how alone and tired she is.

It’s not that each of those situations isn’t hard. They are extremely hard! In fact, they’re so hard, that God knew we couldn’t handle it by ourselves! So He left us help.
He left us an instruction manual of what to do and how to respond.
All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the servant of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Tim. 3:16-17
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things. Phil. 4:8
He gave us warnings that we’ll feel alone, but not to turn into ourselves but seek others for help.
The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it? Jer. 17:9.
Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed. Prov. 15:22
He gave us the church, a group of people just like us, struggling to make godly choices, to encourage us when we’re doing well and give us a good ‘talking-to’ when we’re doing poorly.
As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another. Prov 27:17

If we say nobody understands us, we essentially say that no one has the right to speak into our lives. If we bemoan the fact that what we’re going through is special, then we begin to believe that a new set of rules applies to us, not anyone else’s advice, not even scripture. In truth, we’re not special. We’re not unique.
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Ecc. 1:9
And thank goodness! Because really, who wants to be alone in this world? Who wants to be such a special case that even God doesn’t know what to do with him?
Fortunately, we’re not.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to feel sympathy for our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are – yet he did not sin. Heb. 4:15

So be comforted by this, and work towards this. It means we have no excuse. It means we’ll have to work hard. It means we’ll have to endure some tough conversations. But it means we can grow. And it means we’re not alone.


*I’m happy to say the conversation with my friends ended well, and has opened the door for better communication between us. You might even say our friendship is better than before... Imagine that!

Friday, December 13, 2013

An Honest Christmas

I have a confession to make: I lied.

Well, not so much lied, as I gave a false impression of the truth. (I know, Mom, same thing.)

But its a Facebook thing, so does that count?

We all know it happens, and I think we all do it at some point or another. You know what I mean- that bit where we take the best of ourselves to post on Facebook while hiding the worst. We post fun, gregarious pictures that make our lives look fantabulous, while in reality, reality is rather mundane. Don't get me wrong- I don't necessarily want to go to a depressing 'realistic' Facebook where everyone posts every bad mood, poor grade, worry, fear, and mess. I've had a few friends who made that their norm, and quite honestly, its depressing. But it's tricky to find a middle ground.

Anyhoo... here's my boldfaced lie:


Looks cozy, right? A fireplace with candles, Christmas decor, and twinkle lights reflecting in the flame. It was cozy, and it did make me smile to see, so it wasn't all a lie. But let me tell you about the reality behind this photo:  the hubby is off to the side (you can see his arm on the right edge), after having just given up on a project that wasn't working for the evening. Me? I'm on the sofa across from the fireplace, where I've been all day with a cold, in my leggings, mens flannel shirt (that I sewed in hopes of looking cuter in it), and knee socks that are bunched around my ankles because they're too tight to go up to my knees without cutting off circulation. My day consisted mostly of fooling around on the laptop, too sick to be very profitable, too stubborn to actually sleep. (Though the hubster did eventually make me take a nap). After minimal food and various glasses of water, tea, and lemonade (the boring British version of Sprite), I ended the evening by throwing up in bed. Don't worry- I had a bucket.

See? I lied. It wasn't a wonderful cozy evening of reading and cuddling by a fire. I was miserable and searching for something to make me happier. And when I found it, I shared it. Trust me, you didn't want to see anything else described in my day!

I did manage to do a little bit profitable. Do you mind if I share? I promise to be honest in my presentation.

I did get a few more Christmas decorations up. I love decorating, especially for Christmas! There's so much potential for sparkle, and lights, and glitter, and fun! But life doesn't always deliver just that.



*Side note- That eucalyptus hanging is from the Pinterest post that said if you hang it in your shower, it makes your bathroom smell nice. They lied.


Okay, so for the sake of honesty, I admit. I edited these pictures. Trying to photograph a room by Christmas light makes it all weird and orangey-yellow. Oh, and windows... yeah. Not black and lovely, just a mirror for everything else in the room that distracts from the main subject. 

Honestly, I'm pretty happy with our decor this year. It feels cozy and warm. And there's a bit of nostalgia with the paper stars, glittered leaves, and cranberry/popcorn garlands. But can I tell you a secret? I wasn't necessarily going for the vintage look. (I just posted an article about hipsters faux nostalgia). In truth, we have cranberries, leaves, and paper because they're cheap. Christmas decor is stinking expensive until after Christmas, which wasn't an option for this year! So we made do... and its enough.

In fact, that's what I'm working to learn right now-- that concept of 'enough'. I love The Nester's philosophy that "It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful." I want to believe that. But in a day of Pinterest and Facebook and my natural perfectionism, its darn hard!!!

And by the way, a London Christmas doesn't look like this:


Right now, our London looks like this:


Yep- cleaning crews blowing damp leaves off the grass and cement. Did you know that London doesn't get snow? It'll snow once or twice a year, making the roads a muddy slushy mess before melting away.

Fortunately, we do have pretty things like this house-way, and December blossoms.




Its been an interesting holiday season. I've known about the 'real reason for Christmas' for years and years. We've read Luke 2 every year for as long as I can remember. But still, its so easy to yawn through the story, complain about a Christmas Eve/Day service, and then race back home for the 'real' fun. **Can I admit it, I still LOVE getting presents!** But I feel like this year, God's asking me if He's really the most important. If there's no snow on the ground, no family on Christmas Day, and if my homemade gifts/decor really aren't super impressive and Pinterest-worthy, can I still be joyful? Can I still praise Him? Can I still be thankful for the blessings he's giving, materially and spiritually? To be honest, I've not done so great this year. I've found myself 'bah-humbug'-ing a few too many times.

But I AM blessed. I have family at home who loves me a lot, and technology means I can call them whenever I want. I have old friends and new friends here in London who have opened their lives to us, and invited us to share houses, meals, and parties over the holiday. I have a sweet, newly renovated home, and a church that let me borrow craft supplies to decorate cheaply. I have a Christmas tree with white lights and sweet decorations from our pasts. I have the love and care of a godly man who seeks to serve me and make me smile on a daily basis. And I have the gift of salvation- bringing joy and comfort to my darkest days. His word and His Spirit never fail, never disappoint, and provide peace beyond December 25, if my heart will seek Him.

So here's to an honest Christmas in London, where its grey and wet and 53˚, and God is teaching me about joy more than ever!