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The Brick Wall

4/12/2013

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In elementary school each year (3rd – 5th grade) we had a Cultural Arts Day.  We chose, ahead of time, activities we wanted to do from a list given us, and then on the day we followed a schedule leading us to each one.  One year, I think it was fifth grade, I chose mime.  I don’t know why, I guess it just sounded good at the time.  I remember sitting at a table in the library, listening to the presenter tell us to start with a wall.  We had to envision a wall that we would soon “press our hands against.”  This would help us with the mime.

I chose a brick wall.  I still remember how it looked, its’ color, its’ size.  It sticks with me to this day.

A brick wall.  Walls can be good things, surrounding us, keeping us sheltered from the elements.  They give us our privacy.  But at times walls can be bad.  They’re used as barriers that we form to keep us from getting hurt, from showing who we really are, from having to put ourselves out there and getting embarrassed.

Walls, though, are not that difficult to break down.  All we need are the right tools.  But a brick wall?  I think those are harder than any wall that’s formed with 2x4s and drywall.  They’re solid.  They’re thick.  They’re strong.  They’re sturdy.

To me, a brick wall resembles a barrier that has been up for a long time, becoming stronger as time goes on.  For me, my wall comes up when my heart doesn’t want to get too close to a situation.  In the books I’ve been reading I’ve come across the word, “victim.”  That’s what I don’t want to be.  That’s the reason my wall pops up.  I have dealt with “victims” my whole life; people who play the victim whether they really are one or not.  People who wallow in it and want people to feel bad for them whether they realize they are doing this or not.  I don’t want to be like that.  I don’t want people to feel bad for me.  I don’t want people to think that I’m reaching out because I want to be a victim.  That’s what I’ve been fighting all this time.

I read in Lysa Terkeurst’s book, Made to Crave, a quote she borrowed from Ruth Graham: “Either we can be victimized and become victims, or we can be victimized and rise above it.”  To rise above is what I always strive for.  I don’t want to wallow in my victimizations, and therefore I don’t.  But do I go too far?  When questions are asked in Bible studies there are some I don’t respond to.  I think, “If I answer this I’ll look like a victim.  I don’t want to come across that way, so I’ll just keep quiet.”  It’s at those times when I see my brick wall pop up in front of me.  And it doesn’t just pop up.  It grows.  It moves from side to side as I try to see around it.  My wall is strong.  It keeps me on my side.

I even have a hard time writing this type of post because I feel that I shouldn’t be writing so many “weakness” posts.  That thought keeps me from typing, even though it’s what God has put on my heart.  I fight it.  I don’t want to be seen as a victim.

I’m also reading Renee Swope’s “A Confident Heart,” and taking the online Bible study that goes along with it.  That’s really where this post stemmed from.  It didn’t mention being a victim, but as I read the chapter that’s what kept coming to my mind.  What Renee talked about was how we tend to hide behind the “I’m fine” quote when someone asks us how we’re doing.  Our response, whether it’s true or not, is, “I’m fine.”  It’s our barrier.  A barrier that keeps us from telling someone how we really are doing; it keeps us from letting someone in.

In this chapter Renee writes, “It can be hard to let people know how we’re really doing.  We don’t want to be high maintenance, right?”  She then goes on to say, “It’s embarrassing for people to see our flaws and failures, so we work hard to look like we’re doing fine from a distance.”

But, wait a minute!  To me, if I tell people how I’m really doing, I’m just acting like another victim, one who isn’t “rising above it.”  I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want people to roll their eyes and think, “Oh, she’s like that.”

Oh, but Renee doesn’t stop there.  She goes on to say, “Pretending [that we’re fine] leads to hiding and isolation.  What we need is someone who will pursue us and accept us even though we’re flawed.”  And do you think she stops there?  Of course not.  She starts her next paragraph with, “Eventually, though, we find ourselves in the shadows of doubt, convinced that we aren’t worth knowing or pursuing.”

Wow.  Those last little “tidbits” sound  more like wallowing in victimization than just talking it out with someone else, letting someone else in on how you’re really doing.  Victimization of my own making.  Is that what I’m doing?  By putting up my brick wall, the wall I created for myself in a twenty minute activity in fifth grade, I’m becoming a victim, the one thing I keep fighting against.

So now what do I do?  Well, now I need to reevaluate what I read in these two books.  I have victimized my own self, and therefore to rise above it I need to let someone else in.  I need to focus first of all on God.  He is the one who will accept me, flaw and all, without question.  Then, with His help, I can begin to let someone else in.  This will be a long, hard process for me, but I know it’s possible with His help.

Have you found yourself in a similar place?  Putting up barriers because you don’t want someone to find out how you’re really doing, thinking that they will just roll their eyes at you because you’re too needy?  Too weak?  Find your own answers in your walk.  Seek out Christian books that can guide you along the way, and be sure to always seek Him.  He’ll guide you.

Lord God, I just thank You for leading me to a truth I was missing all this time.  I know I won’t change overnight, and that this will be a long process for me.  Give me strength to put into action what You have taught me, and guide me along the way.  Lord God, I love You, and without You I am nothing.

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The Misfit

3/27/2013

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Who believes what we’ve heard and seen?  Who would have thought God’s saving powers would look like this?

The servant grew up before God – a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field.  There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look.  He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain first hand.  One look at him and people turned away.  We looked down on him, thought he was scum.  But the fact is, it was our pains he carried – our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.  We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures.  But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him – our sins.  He took the punishment, and that made us whole.  Through his bruises we get healed.  We’re all like sheep who’ve wandered off and gotten lost.  We’ve all done our own thing, gone our own way.  And God has piled all our sins, everything we’ve done wrong, on him, on him.

He was beaten, he was tortured, but he didn’t say a word.  Like a lamb taken to be slaughtered and like a sheep being sheared, he took it all in silence.  Justice miscarried, and he was led off – and did anyone really know what was happening?  He died without a thought for his own welfare, beaten bloody for the sins of my people.  They buried him with the wicked, threw him in a grave with a rich man.  Even though he’d never hurt a soul or said one word that wasn’t true (Isaiah 53:1-9 The Message)

I like the way this passage from Isaiah is paraphrased in the Message Bible.  It lays it all out on the table, nothing held back.  For one thing, the “servant” here is described basically as ugly.  He would never make it on the cover of GQ if he were around today.  If he wasn’t being passed over or ignored, he was looked down on.  He was mocked, he was tortured – whether physically or mentally – he was the “nobody.”

Have you even been in that situation?  I have.  All my life I’ve been made fun of for one thing or another.  I’ve never really fit in.  Most often it was for my physical aspects.  I wasn’t the prettiest thing you would see walking down the street, especially in junior high.  I was overweight, wore glasses, had a large gap between my two front teeth, and my hair needed some major work.  Thanks to people I thought were my friends I became the laughing stock of the eighth grade.  I felt like I had no one.  People I had considered my friends turned their backs on me.  I was no longer able to sit with my usual group at lunch because they were the ones who started it all.  Others I thought were my friends refused to let me sit at their table.  I was an eighth grader who found herself ostracized, forced to sit with the sixth graders at the other end of the lunch room.  I know, woah, but that was a big thing at that age, and I found myself mocked even more for it.  I had no place to go, no place to hide.  Everywhere I went I could hear them talking about me.  Not talking to me, but talking about me. This didn’t stop with the end of the school day.  It was waiting for me on the bus on the way home as well.  I was a big joke wherever I went.

I had no idea what I had done to deserve this.  Why all of a sudden was I the target?  What had I done?  It didn’t make any sense, and I was so hurt.

There have been other times in my life where I have been made fun of for my clothing choices, my physical appearance, etc, but nothing as harsh as that one year.  I’ve been scarred.  I don’t take compliments easily.  I always wonder what’s really behind them, when the one complimenting me is going to strike.  This is something I’m working on.

Though I’m way past eighth grade now - with high school, college, marriage and motherhood following behind, changing perspectives – my mind still goes back to those days.  Not often, but it does tend to take its journey to the past.

And then I read this passage.  It’s a prophecy about Jesus.  Despite what we all see in drawings of Him, Jesus was not the best looking man.  On top of that He was hated and rejected, even by His own hometown.  He walked around teaching about God, and about love.  He never hurt a soul.  But they chose to hate Him.  They chose to spit on Him, and they decided that He had to die.  For doing what?  He was innocent.  He was blameless.  And yet, still they came after Him.

Why do people do that?

I guess I shouldn’t talk too much.  I haven’t been the perfect example in this either.  I’ve done my share of mocking, of gossiping behind other people’s backs.  I’m not proud of it, and I don’t do it anymore.  But when I did?  I was no better than anyone else.  I was no better than those who were there hurling insult upon insult at Jesus, looking for an excuse to kill Him.  I was no better than them.

Isaiah doesn’t stop there though.  He finishes the chapter with the “why”:

Still, it’s what God had in mind all along, to crush him with pain.  The plan was that he give himself as an offering for sin so that he’d see life come from it – life, life, and more life.  And God’s plan will deeply prosper through him.

Out of that terrible travail of soul, he’ll see that it’s worth it and be glad he did it.  Through what he experienced, my righteous one, my servant, will make many “righteous ones,” as he himself carries the burdens of their sins.  Therefore I’ll reward him extravagantly – the best of everything, the highest honors – because he looked death in the face and didn’t flinch, because he embraced the company of the lowest.  He took on his shoulders the sin of many, he took up the cause of all the black sheep (Isaiah 53:10-12 The Message).

Jesus had to go through all that suffering because of us.  Because God loved us so much He wanted to make a way for us to be with Him, and Jesus became the Way.  He had to endure so much just to save us.  There was a purpose to His life even if He didn’t deserve all the physical and emotional pain he received.

Maybe there’s a reason behind what I’ve had to endure, though it pales in comparison with Christ’s struggles.  Or, maybe God is using those experiences for the good.  After all, He makes all things work together for good.  Though I’m scarred, I’m stronger.  And I know what to watch for with my own children.  I can be there for them if and when they have to endure tough times like that.

I can look back now and see how much has changed since then.  By my senior year in high school I was back to being friends with some of my “so-called” friends from eighth grade - we had all changed by then, grown up as best as grade school kids could do – and I still talk to them at times to this day.

Everyone is precious to God.  Remember that today whether you are the one on the receiving end of a lot of hurt, or the one who is handing out the hurt.

Dear Heavenly Father, I pray that I always remember that each and every one of us on this earth was created by You, and that we are all loved by You with depth unimaginable to us.  Help me not to create hurt for others, and help me to forgive those who have hurt me.  You sent your Son to save us, and though we beat Him down, He continued His task for us.  Thank You, Lord God, for never giving up on us.

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Perceptions

1/15/2012

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_         Have you ever looked at something from afar and thought you knew exactly what it was, but when you came upon it you realized you had been completely wrong?  I pondered that as my husband and I were driving to my mom’s house yesterday with our three kids.  As he drove down one street he saw a person by the road with their arm outstretched, hitchhiking.  My husband thought aloud, “Sorry, but I have a full car, and I don’t know you.”  But as we drove closer we saw that it was a woman at the end of her driveway.  She was taking a quick break from shoveling and was resting her arm on her shovel.

            How often do we do that?  What we perceive to be true from afar we find is much different when we are close.  How many times do we do that with people?  We look at them and think we know who they are, how they are, and what they’re thinking.  Just by a glance.  We are quick to judge by appearances alone, or by an action we see quickly.  But if we really took the time to get to know someone, or to stop and talk to them, we may find that what we perceived to be true was not.

            How often do we do that with God?  We know exactly what He thinks.  We know if He loves us or not.  We know if we’re worthy or not.  Sometimes we think that He can’t love us because of what we’ve done.  Or sometimes we’re too cocky and think He loves me, but there’s no way He can love THAT person.  What we perceive to be true about Him is not always what is.  If we sit back and “know” God, but don’t try to actually get to know Him, how can we be sure that what we “know” is true?  We need that deeper relationship with Him so that we can even begin to understand Him.

            If we don’t seek Him, we don’t know Him.  He is a stranger that we see from afar, one that we judge at first glance.  We choose who He is and how He acts.  But God wants us to get to know Him intimately.  Just think about it.  First, He gave us a book filled with words that came from Him; a love story from beginning to end.  Not everything in it is an example of good, but it shows what God can do with situations.  It shows us how He wants us to be, and how NOT to be.  If you read this book, meditate on the words, and become intimate with it, then you know what He wants from you and for you.  It practically spells it out.  This book, of course, is the Bible.  It’s thousands of years old, and still true to this day.  And we know that “All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work.” (2 Tim 3:16,17)

            Another way He wants us to become intimate with Him is through prayer.  He tells us to come to Him with everything.  Paul, in his letter to the Ephesians, writes, “And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests.”  (Eph 6:18a)  Even Moses, when speaking to the Israelaites after wandering for forty years in the desert, said, “What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the Lord our God is near us whenever we pray to Him?” (Dt 4:7)  Christ, all man and all God, prayed to God the Father.  He was not without prayer.  For forty days He prayed and fasted in the desert.  He prayed before His betrayal that God take the cup from His hands, but only if it was God’s will.  And he prayed for himself, for his disciples, and for all believers.  He is our example to follow, and He knew how to be one with God…through prayer.  God is there when we pray.  He listens to each and every prayer, and if WE take the time to listen, we will hear from Him what exactly He wants for us.  The more we pray, the more we listen, the more we know Him.

            Through these two things alone we are able to learn and understand more about Him, and we are able to gain a relationship with Him by following what it is He wants for us.  Imagine how much more we will know if we also surround ourselves with other believers, learn from each other, and keep each other accountable?  We no longer make our own assumptions.  God told us not to judge, so why would we not only judge our fellow men, but also Him?  Learn, pray, read; grow in Him daily.  He wants a relationship with each and every one of us.  He wants each and every one of us to enter His kingdom, but we can only do it by having a relationship with Him, and only that through His Son Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.

            I don’t know what God’s plan is for your life, and without a daily, intimate, relationship with Him, neither will you.  So the next time you think you know who God is, or how He is, think to yourself, “Do I really know Him enough to say that?  Or am I just looking at Him from afar and making my judgment?”

            “But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.  The Lord is not slow in keeping His promise, as some understand slowness.  He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.” (2 Pt 3:8,9)

 

May the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you, and may you seek Him in all earnestness, with all your heart, to gain a relationship with Him.  He is waiting for you.  May your love for Him grow as you get to know Him more and more each and every day, and may you realize how great His love is for you, a love that never ends.  Amen

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