On this day, 3 years ago, a car accident forced a loss on many people by taking away one of the most beautiful souls that ever lived. Her name was Esperanza which is the Spanish word for hope. I only ever knew her as Dean Muniz.
The day she was killed was, I'm fairly certain, the worst and most unthinkable day of my life. It was traumatic and planted grief very deeply in me. But I have already spent time in mourning beyond my heart's content. I let the pain mingle with every wound it seemed I'd ever had and it took on a life of its own. For a long time I felt dead inside and it was worse than the freshly violent grief. I don't want to focus on pain and sadness today, though I will Certainly Always, ALWAYS miss Dean Muniz and cannot wait to see her again in heaven. I want to remember Esperanza in a way that uplifts, inspires and comforts whoever reads this status.
Before I graduated, when I took Philosophy of Service, I wrote my topic paper about Lamson Hall and Dean Muniz. I was granted quotes from June Price (who was once a fellow dean at Lamson and is now the University Chaplain) and Dr. Clifford Jones, who I knew as the man who spoke at her funeral. The following is a compilation of excerpts from my paper.
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I knew Esperanza Alvarez-Muñiz as simply, “Dean Muñiz.” I met her in the spring of 2009 as her cancer was finally going into remission. During our first conversation, she wore a hat because her hair hadn’t yet grown back in due to the chemotherapy necessary to save her life. I was struck by the beauty of her calm presence. She lived out altruism and gently poured it into my heart in that first conversation, which is still one of the most vivid I ever had with her. To review definitions, altruism is the unselfish interest in the welfare of others, according to – again – the Philosophy of Service Handout on “The Language of Service.” Altruism takes service to a deeper level. Simply listening for free and giving back loving advice for free, as service, does a great deal. But what touches a person’s life forever is altruism, which actually engages the other person’s heart in a genuinely invested way. Altruism goes beyond peaceful acceptance. Altruism begins a relationship.
In Christianity today, regardless of denomination, our statistics of debt and divorce are – so I’ve heard – the same inside the church as outside in the secular world. There are atheists whose love and charity put Christians to shame and sadly news cycles don’t seem to be at a loss for stories about religious leaders who don’t represent God at all. These days, for the most part as far as the secular world is concerned, Christians are not known for their love. Altruism is another word for agapé, which is God’s brand of love. According to the Strong’s Concordance, agapé means love, benevolence, and goodwill. At Dean Muñiz’ funeral, Dr. Clifford Jones gave the eulogy and said near the end, “Esperanza was love.” That sounds like possibly high praise, but to those of us who knew her it was utterly apt. We’d never known anyone like her, yet we didn’t worship her above Jesus. She showed us Jesus in her person. Also, it’s not impossible for a human being to make choices to refine oneself into a transformed human being. Like practice can make a beginning “Suzuki twinkler” into a virtuoso over time like Itzhak Perlman, humans can learn to be altruistic in an Olympic sense and maintain such a personality and lifestyle.
1 Corinthians 13’s passage on the definition of love is a series of choices – not feelings – that actually go against the initial grain of one’s feelings in the moment; therefore love is something that can be learned and practiced. Making choices against the grain of one’s feelings is what makes true love so stunning to receive; that is what makes it a service. Love is altruism. Altruism is practicing love for other people. Loving one another well is a labor that creates loveliness in our lives, which we desperately need in the twenty-first century wherein secularism and self-focus is at a shameless height.
I collected comments from two individuals who knew Dean Muñiz via email and interview: from June Price who was a fellow dean of Dean Muñiz’ at Lamson Hall and still works there; also from Dr. Clifford Jones, the associate dean of the Andrews University Seminary. In her email, Dean Price shared, “I first met Dean Muñiz when she worked as a student dean for us. I first saw her humility and kindness. As I grew to know her deeper, I saw a gentle, compassionate, funny woman of God. Espi’s life was a great lesson in joy, perseverance and surrender. In the good and on the bad she would always run to God, not away from Him. She would take her very real hurt, pain, disappointment and despair to Him, knowing there was no one better to take it to and be totally honest with. She was a warm and loving human being full of joy and perseverance. I believe she left a legacy of integrity, inspiration and encouragement.”
One might argue that I am straying too far from service and delving more into too much spirituality, but I am convinced that true service – which doesn’t fade and impacts permanently – is born out of a relationship with God. In my first religion class at Andrews University before I ever became a religion major, Professor Susan Zork taught us a crucial principle I’ve never forgotten: “If I don’t have five dollars in my pocket, I don’t have five dollars to give you. You can’t give what you don’t have.” We can’t give service if we’ve never experienced the phenomenon of it.
Service is grace. And we certainly cannot give altruism if we’ve never had a connection with God of some kind. There are atheists who represent God better than Christians and Christians who won’t be in heaven, because of their state of heart and how willing they were to be pressed like grapes into sweet juice for others. Romans 2:13-15 refers to individuals who have not heard the law, yet “who are righteous in God’s sight” because they “show that the requirements of the law are written on their hearts…” This makes me think of loving atheists as opposed to Christians who turn the gospel into another system of behavior, devoid of authentic connection. I am not saying it is unnecessary to be a Christian in order to give what the world needs. I am exhorting the more potent combination of having a compassionate heart coupled with a relationship with the God who created us and best understands what paths we are to take and how, with the hearts of others. And in our cluttered, rushed, power-grubbing century, we need this more than ever.
“Women who are stunningly beautiful are women who have had their hearts enlarged by suffering” (Page 143, Captivating). “I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love” (Mother Teresa). There is a pang of truth to these poetic quotes, but the praxis of them seems veiled. A simpler metaphor is in building muscle. You have to exercise in a way that challenges and discomforts you in order to ultimately become strong, otherwise there’s no value in the exertion.
Christian culture writes feelings off too much and secular culture worships them; both are problematic. But what will cultivate service and altruism is to begin laboriously embracing the dialectic of valuing both feelings and principles like a parent embracing two children who are in conflict with each other for the purpose of reconciliation. Our culture both in and outside the church talks a great deal about the value of our choices and debates are often themed on our right to choose. It’s why we have sin (separation from God) in this world: God created human beings with the capacity to reject Him. That same capacity of will can help us return to service and redeem lost time. How we exercise to become fit for service and capable of altruism is through making choices to engage with community and with God. This engagement will feel awkward at first, but it’s a universal truth that transition periods are never graceful. Perseverance is the key; it was one of Dean Muñiz’ frequently listed attributes. Perseverance is a choice that inevitably churns out results.
I was so powerfully moved simply by Dean Muñiz’ friendship that I’m repeatedly amazed at the many new things I continue learning about her, from just the week after her death to years later. When I went to the seminary to see if I could get a statement from Dr. Clifford Jones, I was told, “He’s a hard one to catch,” which I could understand. And so I was surprised that when I told him what I was writing a paper focusing on Dean Muñiz, he invited me into his office, shut the door and gave me a generous twenty minutes of his busy day, unrushed and completely present. I think it is yet another testimony of the lasting impact altruistic lives have; their memories are cherished ones.
Dr. Jones shared with me, “Esperanza was a gem of a human being…she was deeply spiritual as you know; she loved God…she was passionate about mission and ministry. She was an advocate for those who were marginalized…she was a teacher – elementary school level in New York City; that also sensitized her to need, working with children in the inner city. Her caring and compassion and spirit and soul were formed and developed in New York City…I have nothing but good memories of her; she left a legacy of caring, authenticity, she lived a life of integrity, she was transparent, she was always encouraging whenever you spoke to her; very positive. Her outlook on life was very positive. … This might sound almost cliché…the way she responded to, reacted to and engaged her illness [cancer]…I think she left a lesson for people who struggle with a terminal disease or diagnosis at a critical time in her life. Indefatigable…she just kept fighting back with her cancer. She was a fighter. I think that was the irony of her death. That she had won that fight [cancer], yet the tragedy of a [car] accident… I think hope encapsulated her life. She was always about hope. Fitting that her name ‘Esperanza’ meant in English hope. Because she was all about hope."
“But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently” (Romans 8:24b-25). According to an average dictionary, hope as a noun is “the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best.” And as a verb, hope is “to look forward to with desire and reasonable confidence…to believe, desire, or trust.” According to the Strong’s Concordance for hope in the book of Romans, the Greek word is “elpis,” which means expectation, trust and confidence or to anticipate and welcome; expectation of what is sure.
A woman whose name meant hope touched my life forever through service. Her ripple effect on my life – especially after coming out of extremely difficult years due to grieving her death and other losses – has taught me how crucial hope is to service. It is concrete to me now, not cliché anymore. Getting involved to serve our mess of a world is to sign up for a high risk of disheartenment. Only hope can sustain continued service in such a broken, needy world full of shallow sarcasm, numbness, abuse and terror.
Hope comes from altruism’s brand of love, which comes from God, which fuels service indefinitely. Galatians 5:6b says, “The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love,” and 1 Corinthians 13:7-8a drives home why that is the case: “[Love] always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” Of course the one thing that will never fail is the only thing that counts. Pure logic.
A great deal of this paper is from Scripture and is of a spiritual nature, but it is so crucial that we don’t miss this, because what this paper is about is the lifeline, fuel and enhancer for all other types of service through avenues of medical care, political aid, financial donations, transportation, starvation relief, dismantling of the sex trade, and more. The tools of service and altruism will be kept sharp and effective if we pursued a transformation of our hearts through a relationship with God to have real, tangible love to give and a hopeful belief and expectancy that goodness is truer to life than evil, which would fortify all we do with the trustworthy security our global community both craves and needs so deeply. This security would nurture others to mature, grow and share the same thing with others in the ripple effect that would truly make the world a better place.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Sore and Gaping Need for Compassion
Many Christians have lost the true meaning of compassion. I wonder if some of us ever really knew it. Before someone re-read the actual definition of it to me back in February (2014), I had made a more generalized assumption about its implications. It's not just looking at someone hurting or someone in need and thinking to yourself, "Aww, man, that's too bad," which is the most minimal kind of responsiveness.
No.
Compassion is a word of compound meaning that profoundly pummels the person experiencing it.
Compassion is a feeling of deep sympathy or sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.
First of all, compassion is:
1. Deep. // Extended far down from the top or surface. // When you are affected deeply, what affects you doesn't leave quickly or easily and it takes a lot out of you and bleeds into most of your thoughts and actions consciously and unconsciously.
2. Sympathy or Sorrow. // Sympathy is harmony of or agreement in feeling between persons of like tastes or opinion or of congenial dispositions. // Sorrow is grief, sadness, or regret; distress caused by loss, affliction or disappointment. // When you experience sympathy, you experience a similarity with the person in pain; you're not at odds with what they're going through. // When you experience sorrow, you experience a strata of pain and loss that literally and genuinely burdens your heart; you are not detached. You are not okay.
3. Another. // Further, additional, distinct, different. // Not for yourself. For someone else - a person outside yourself. This word does not say whether that person knows you, loves you or benefits you; this word only says it is someone else, freeing it to be anyone.
4. Stricken. // Wounded, beset, afflicted. // When someone has been stricken, they are functioning at a diminished capacity and a pained one.
5. Misfortune. // Adverse or evil fortune, bad luck, affliction, accident, disaster, calamity, catastrophe, blow, an unfortunate or disastrous event. // Misfortune is something they didn't want; something you wouldn't want either. Misfortune is universally undesirable.
6. Accompanied. // To go along with or in company with, to join in action, to associate with, to escort, to play or sing with, shadowed by, attended, escorted, chaperoned, consorted with, led by. // To be accompanied is to not be abandoned, to not be neglected, to not be left alone, to not be ignored, to not be lost, to not be left, to not be disregarded.
7. Strong. // Having, showing or able to exert great power; robust and vigorous, forceful, especially able, competent, firmness, courage. // If something is of a strong quality, it is not brittle or temporary or malleable; it is dynamically capable and indomitable, which is to say: unconquerable.
8. Desire. // To wish or long for, crave, want, as for something that brings satisfaction. // Desire can be understood as a need, a hunger, an ardor, a motive, urge, proclivity, devotion or yearning.
9. Alleviate. // To make easier to endure, lessen, mitigate, to lighten, diminish, abate, relieve, assuage. // To alleviate something is to - at the core - do something about it to change its current state so it is better than when you first were exposed to it. Alleviate is not a passive, abstract word; it implies action and engagement.
10. Suffering. // Agony, torture, pain, distress, torment, misery, ordeal, anguish, hardship, discomfort, grief, sorrow, dolor, sadness, affliction. // Suffering is universally feared. Suffering is something you would want alleviated. Suffering is so undesirable that the avoidance or alleviation of it is the selling point of manipulative & money-making marketing. Suffering does not feel good. It gives God no pleasure whatsoever: "It is a mistake to entertain the thought that God is pleased to see His children suffer" (Ellen White, Steps to Christ).
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If you read all that ^ word for word, does your brain feel a little overwhelmed? If so, I think that's appropriate. The true meaning of compassion puts us to shame in contrast to how we live our lives, even with those we love. It is a struggle to not take our loved ones for granted at a certain point, and an even bigger struggle to cultivate such a proactive sensitivity to strangers as what compassion compels.
No.
Compassion is a word of compound meaning that profoundly pummels the person experiencing it.
Compassion is a feeling of deep sympathy or sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.
First of all, compassion is:
1. Deep. // Extended far down from the top or surface. // When you are affected deeply, what affects you doesn't leave quickly or easily and it takes a lot out of you and bleeds into most of your thoughts and actions consciously and unconsciously.
2. Sympathy or Sorrow. // Sympathy is harmony of or agreement in feeling between persons of like tastes or opinion or of congenial dispositions. // Sorrow is grief, sadness, or regret; distress caused by loss, affliction or disappointment. // When you experience sympathy, you experience a similarity with the person in pain; you're not at odds with what they're going through. // When you experience sorrow, you experience a strata of pain and loss that literally and genuinely burdens your heart; you are not detached. You are not okay.
3. Another. // Further, additional, distinct, different. // Not for yourself. For someone else - a person outside yourself. This word does not say whether that person knows you, loves you or benefits you; this word only says it is someone else, freeing it to be anyone.
4. Stricken. // Wounded, beset, afflicted. // When someone has been stricken, they are functioning at a diminished capacity and a pained one.
5. Misfortune. // Adverse or evil fortune, bad luck, affliction, accident, disaster, calamity, catastrophe, blow, an unfortunate or disastrous event. // Misfortune is something they didn't want; something you wouldn't want either. Misfortune is universally undesirable.
6. Accompanied. // To go along with or in company with, to join in action, to associate with, to escort, to play or sing with, shadowed by, attended, escorted, chaperoned, consorted with, led by. // To be accompanied is to not be abandoned, to not be neglected, to not be left alone, to not be ignored, to not be lost, to not be left, to not be disregarded.
7. Strong. // Having, showing or able to exert great power; robust and vigorous, forceful, especially able, competent, firmness, courage. // If something is of a strong quality, it is not brittle or temporary or malleable; it is dynamically capable and indomitable, which is to say: unconquerable.
8. Desire. // To wish or long for, crave, want, as for something that brings satisfaction. // Desire can be understood as a need, a hunger, an ardor, a motive, urge, proclivity, devotion or yearning.
9. Alleviate. // To make easier to endure, lessen, mitigate, to lighten, diminish, abate, relieve, assuage. // To alleviate something is to - at the core - do something about it to change its current state so it is better than when you first were exposed to it. Alleviate is not a passive, abstract word; it implies action and engagement.
10. Suffering. // Agony, torture, pain, distress, torment, misery, ordeal, anguish, hardship, discomfort, grief, sorrow, dolor, sadness, affliction. // Suffering is universally feared. Suffering is something you would want alleviated. Suffering is so undesirable that the avoidance or alleviation of it is the selling point of manipulative & money-making marketing. Suffering does not feel good. It gives God no pleasure whatsoever: "It is a mistake to entertain the thought that God is pleased to see His children suffer" (Ellen White, Steps to Christ).
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If you read all that ^ word for word, does your brain feel a little overwhelmed? If so, I think that's appropriate. The true meaning of compassion puts us to shame in contrast to how we live our lives, even with those we love. It is a struggle to not take our loved ones for granted at a certain point, and an even bigger struggle to cultivate such a proactive sensitivity to strangers as what compassion compels.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Almost a year after I left England...
My last blog was a venting session.
I was a very different woman before I went to England than when I left it, and even more so now. A huge amount of draining (positive/negative) life events happened after I left England. Re-entry anxiety wasn't really allowed in my life situation, so my last blog was I think the biggest show of re-entry.
I was a lot more neurotic before England. I had a lot more static and some stuff I just couldn't wrap my head around. Now I get it. And now I miss it.
I've been back on AU campus where I was spoiled before I went to England. But the gloriously rough time I had in England spoiled AU for me. There's something about a campus run by ideals that's a relief from the "crunch time" of reality. But within this educational institution is a lot of time to argue over this option and that one, when what matters is actually pretty simple.
I had so much dissonance when I first went to England because I used to do all that "shades of gray" arguing and being an SM at Stanborough was baptism by fire into how the real world works, how fast you have to think on your feet and what matters in the long term vs. what doesn't. The culture in England didn't have time for my nerves and preferences, but you know what, I'm kinda glad they're gone. I like the changes that happened to me in England even though I hated the process (who wouldn't? It hurts).
I miss England, I want to go back. I'm entertaining fantasies about not just visiting but working there. This could be just huge pangs of missing England, but I'm not so sure. The loves that are true you never get over. Withdrawal pains eventually cease. Some people you're happy to stay in touch with through the internet but it doesn't kill you to not be with them in person.
I do love Andrews University, I do. I love what it stands for and it's filled with precious people. People are precious everywhere; God made them that way.
But there's something about American culture that no longer makes me feel really at home here.
I haven't quite put my finger on it yet.
I just know that right now, when I think about what I'm going to do over the summer and what classes I'll take next year, my reaction is pretty numb. But when I think of going back to England and getting back into the hard work I came to embrace, and the people I lived, loved & worked with, I light up...!
Again, I'm aware that this might be just that I'm missing England badly.
But what if it's not?
Lots of people are born and raised in one country and then they transplant to another.
My parents won't be thrilled about this next part, but even while my grades are better than I've ever had (like wow, hello Dean's list), I'm struggling to find motivation to keep taking the classes I need to graduate.
Since I'm studying to be in ministry, yet I did ministry as a student missionary in England, why do I need to finish? I know it's a stupid question, but I feel moody and I'm just putting it out there.
One thing that could very well be affecting my motivation towards getting degrees, certifications & whatnot is that the last year of 2011 had a lot of loss, shock and heartbreak. Way too much. I was in heavy grieving last fall and I'm still not over everything that happened, but at a certain point I felt I needed to suck it up so others around me wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I think people treat grief like a mental illness, like if someone keeps grieving past a certain point (and who the hell gets to decide that point??), then there's something wrong with them. No. Grief shows love. How long and hard you grieve is how deep and wide you loved. It also shows the nature of the loss. Last year I had one gradual loss that finally finished and then two shocking, sudden losses that were beyond my control. Horrific to me.
Maybe loss has simplified my life too much.
It's certainly made me feel like a lot of my old "ties" to this world have been cut and all I want to do is kiss school goodbye and just work with people.
Yeah, if/when my parents see this, I'm sure they'll flip. Daddy wants me to get a doctorate in something and Mom agrees. Ugh. Doctorate. Ugh.
I feel like getting a super-duper specialization in something means that then I'll be in a super-specific place and be able to see & interact less people because my specialty makes me in demand.
But I see somebody with "doctoral material" as having more effect by spreading themselves around.
I'm cursed with being good at whatever I put my mind to. Picking one thing to hone in on is hard. It makes me feel like I'd have to get rid of other things.
I've already said goodbye to violin.
I'm not a voice major anymore and I barely have lessons anymore.
I've studied early levels of Spanish and have great pronunciation but I haven't traveled overseas to get fluent yet. I'm good at communications but it's only my minor. I'm good with psychology too, yet it is also a minor. Religion is also something I'm conquering, but even in class I feel like we're arguing over details that don't matter. In a Biblical studies class the teacher said jewelry is a social issue, not a moral one. So why the hell do we discriminate against people by appearance since God looks at the heart? In Theology, we learn about how "what we believe" has developed to what it is now, and I'm learning all these complex theories for how to understand the cross, etc., but when you're dealing with a church member who is emotionally abused, how does the different between Karl Barth and Martin Luther help them? I feel like we have such complex things to study, because we left simplicity in the first place. How do all the theories and systems and facts we have to memorize help at all when the most serious things that affect a person (pain & loss in their various forms) are best ministered to NOT THROUGH WORDS?!
Why do I need to get such a costly education to learn other people's opinions when the love of God is now? When the love of God is simple? When the love of God is already available for me and for others? When God's love led Jesus to choose uneducated men to spread the good news? When God's love is best communicated through friendship, an embrace, a listening ear, a tender touch, and a helping hand, not an exegesis paper few people will read or a sermon people can walk away from and forget, why do I have to do this to myself?
It is so difficult to keep your personal faith alive going through the system of religious education. It's a process that makes many people (I've seen) as good for the world as PROCESSED FOOD is for your body. But those who were least "refined" and more simple & raw - like fruits & vegetables - may not look like gourmet dishes with an awesome resume, but boy do they get results! Boy do they know how to make people feel loved! Those "least refined" people are the real people living in the real world. Today so many people going into ministry want to shelter themselves from the things of the world, yet they want to be successful in ministry. How can you be in the world but not of it unless you are exposed to it? If you want to be successful in ministry and not see the crap that's out there, all you want to do is preach from a pulpit to people who will already agree to you. The early church grew because people were telling others about Jesus and embracing them as their own, sharing things, mourning with those who mourned and rejoicing with those who rejoiced. Mixing classes and cultures. Coming together. The continued fusion became growth. And then instead of growing, it started branching to the point that there are tons of various denominations to choose from, all of them offering the truth.
What is it with all this class-taking just to share God's love?
I don't have a conclusion.
I have a bad mood.
I miss England.
And more than England, I just want the Great Controversy to be over so we can all go Home.
Can you tell that I'm tired?
I am.
But don't worry I'm not going anywhere.
Except maybe England, later, I don't know...
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Pray for me, I am not happy with my life these days.
I was a very different woman before I went to England than when I left it, and even more so now. A huge amount of draining (positive/negative) life events happened after I left England. Re-entry anxiety wasn't really allowed in my life situation, so my last blog was I think the biggest show of re-entry.
I was a lot more neurotic before England. I had a lot more static and some stuff I just couldn't wrap my head around. Now I get it. And now I miss it.
I've been back on AU campus where I was spoiled before I went to England. But the gloriously rough time I had in England spoiled AU for me. There's something about a campus run by ideals that's a relief from the "crunch time" of reality. But within this educational institution is a lot of time to argue over this option and that one, when what matters is actually pretty simple.
I had so much dissonance when I first went to England because I used to do all that "shades of gray" arguing and being an SM at Stanborough was baptism by fire into how the real world works, how fast you have to think on your feet and what matters in the long term vs. what doesn't. The culture in England didn't have time for my nerves and preferences, but you know what, I'm kinda glad they're gone. I like the changes that happened to me in England even though I hated the process (who wouldn't? It hurts).
I miss England, I want to go back. I'm entertaining fantasies about not just visiting but working there. This could be just huge pangs of missing England, but I'm not so sure. The loves that are true you never get over. Withdrawal pains eventually cease. Some people you're happy to stay in touch with through the internet but it doesn't kill you to not be with them in person.
I do love Andrews University, I do. I love what it stands for and it's filled with precious people. People are precious everywhere; God made them that way.
But there's something about American culture that no longer makes me feel really at home here.
I haven't quite put my finger on it yet.
I just know that right now, when I think about what I'm going to do over the summer and what classes I'll take next year, my reaction is pretty numb. But when I think of going back to England and getting back into the hard work I came to embrace, and the people I lived, loved & worked with, I light up...!
Again, I'm aware that this might be just that I'm missing England badly.
But what if it's not?
Lots of people are born and raised in one country and then they transplant to another.
My parents won't be thrilled about this next part, but even while my grades are better than I've ever had (like wow, hello Dean's list), I'm struggling to find motivation to keep taking the classes I need to graduate.
Since I'm studying to be in ministry, yet I did ministry as a student missionary in England, why do I need to finish? I know it's a stupid question, but I feel moody and I'm just putting it out there.
One thing that could very well be affecting my motivation towards getting degrees, certifications & whatnot is that the last year of 2011 had a lot of loss, shock and heartbreak. Way too much. I was in heavy grieving last fall and I'm still not over everything that happened, but at a certain point I felt I needed to suck it up so others around me wouldn't feel uncomfortable. Sometimes I think people treat grief like a mental illness, like if someone keeps grieving past a certain point (and who the hell gets to decide that point??), then there's something wrong with them. No. Grief shows love. How long and hard you grieve is how deep and wide you loved. It also shows the nature of the loss. Last year I had one gradual loss that finally finished and then two shocking, sudden losses that were beyond my control. Horrific to me.
Maybe loss has simplified my life too much.
It's certainly made me feel like a lot of my old "ties" to this world have been cut and all I want to do is kiss school goodbye and just work with people.
Yeah, if/when my parents see this, I'm sure they'll flip. Daddy wants me to get a doctorate in something and Mom agrees. Ugh. Doctorate. Ugh.
I feel like getting a super-duper specialization in something means that then I'll be in a super-specific place and be able to see & interact less people because my specialty makes me in demand.
But I see somebody with "doctoral material" as having more effect by spreading themselves around.
I'm cursed with being good at whatever I put my mind to. Picking one thing to hone in on is hard. It makes me feel like I'd have to get rid of other things.
I've already said goodbye to violin.
I'm not a voice major anymore and I barely have lessons anymore.
I've studied early levels of Spanish and have great pronunciation but I haven't traveled overseas to get fluent yet. I'm good at communications but it's only my minor. I'm good with psychology too, yet it is also a minor. Religion is also something I'm conquering, but even in class I feel like we're arguing over details that don't matter. In a Biblical studies class the teacher said jewelry is a social issue, not a moral one. So why the hell do we discriminate against people by appearance since God looks at the heart? In Theology, we learn about how "what we believe" has developed to what it is now, and I'm learning all these complex theories for how to understand the cross, etc., but when you're dealing with a church member who is emotionally abused, how does the different between Karl Barth and Martin Luther help them? I feel like we have such complex things to study, because we left simplicity in the first place. How do all the theories and systems and facts we have to memorize help at all when the most serious things that affect a person (pain & loss in their various forms) are best ministered to NOT THROUGH WORDS?!
Why do I need to get such a costly education to learn other people's opinions when the love of God is now? When the love of God is simple? When the love of God is already available for me and for others? When God's love led Jesus to choose uneducated men to spread the good news? When God's love is best communicated through friendship, an embrace, a listening ear, a tender touch, and a helping hand, not an exegesis paper few people will read or a sermon people can walk away from and forget, why do I have to do this to myself?
It is so difficult to keep your personal faith alive going through the system of religious education. It's a process that makes many people (I've seen) as good for the world as PROCESSED FOOD is for your body. But those who were least "refined" and more simple & raw - like fruits & vegetables - may not look like gourmet dishes with an awesome resume, but boy do they get results! Boy do they know how to make people feel loved! Those "least refined" people are the real people living in the real world. Today so many people going into ministry want to shelter themselves from the things of the world, yet they want to be successful in ministry. How can you be in the world but not of it unless you are exposed to it? If you want to be successful in ministry and not see the crap that's out there, all you want to do is preach from a pulpit to people who will already agree to you. The early church grew because people were telling others about Jesus and embracing them as their own, sharing things, mourning with those who mourned and rejoicing with those who rejoiced. Mixing classes and cultures. Coming together. The continued fusion became growth. And then instead of growing, it started branching to the point that there are tons of various denominations to choose from, all of them offering the truth.
What is it with all this class-taking just to share God's love?
I don't have a conclusion.
I have a bad mood.
I miss England.
And more than England, I just want the Great Controversy to be over so we can all go Home.
Can you tell that I'm tired?
I am.
But don't worry I'm not going anywhere.
Except maybe England, later, I don't know...
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Pray for me, I am not happy with my life these days.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Repressed not so much anymore.
Though I missed most of it, since I had 2 church services of choir I'd committed to, I caught the end-of and just got back-from our student missionary re-entry retreat. Food, talking, activities, SM-produced on-the-spot worship service (product of us being numbered off), etc.
Beforehand, I attended a social or two for those of us who were getting ready to leave, and I'd seen SMs on stage being involved, etc. They all understood each other a certain way, they made it look like a good thing and like you'd definitely be changed, but the huge changes we were all about to go through just ... it wasn't gotten across. It was mentioned, but I wasn't aware of the upcoming ... total & utter reconstruction.
These pre-trip & post-trip get-togethers are nice, they're fun, there's some light bonding & whatnot, but I honestly feel as though there's pressure for there to be a certain kind of experience. Some things are easier to talk about than others; certain aspects are almost glamorized. What about those of us who have tough things to talk about and who'd rather use factual anecdotes to fill in the gaps between the positive stories because the difficulties of our experience would make others uncomfortable, because there's a surplus of negative stories? It's just as possible that a great good came from a great difficulty as it is possible that a great good came from a student missionary experience where you "didn't want to leave" at the end, which so many seem wont to say. What about those of us who - as much as we bonded with where we traveled to and the people there - were eager to return home? What about those of us who don't seem like poster children, necessarily?
What about the life of a student missionary without its makeup on?
It's not just that it's hard.
What if there are some things you went through or witnessed that you feel were wrong and need changing? Not just forgiving?
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I've refrained from full disclosure on this blog - both regarding events that transpired as well as my reactions - because I was quickly informed upon arrival to England that they get to know the student missionaries by reading their blogs. There was hardly ever a place to let my guard down for the sake of being a good SM. I don't even think I started venting fully to my own mother until several months after I'd been in England.
I will continue to refrain & use discretion, but this I will say (since it's started to eek out in skype conversation with understanding British friends).
I have and always will be committed to seeing the silver lining whenever possible. God is good. But people ask me about my experience in England - somehow thinking I was in London, not Watford - grinning at me and assuming it was kickass rockin' awesome, and I respond "It was good. Really hard, but very good. I'm glad I did it. I don't regret it."
All that is true.
But.
The "really hard" bit came from a huge spiritual allergic reaction I had to the atmosphere the entire time I was there. It wasn't the culture shock; in certain homes and in the company of certain people, I felt more at peace, but I'd just like to say that churches are maintained by humans, no matter their degrees or titles. These humans can get as tired and worldly and insensitive as those merely attending or not even part of the church at all. Now of course, that's a given (though I feel that some people need to be reminded, since they think they've got a free pass to holiness because they're in ministry), but there was a lack of energy & personal evidence to make sure they were all personally taking Jesus in and breathing Jesus out vs. making events happen. And because my private relationship with God is a priority to me, the friction I regularly got made life extremely difficult; in a church of all places, you'd think spending time alone with God wouldn't be viewed as a frowned-upon luxury. Jesus wasn't always with the masses. He withdrew often to solitude. He needed to replenish. We all do. That's one of the MOST needed ways we have to replicate Him, not one of the ways that was "uniquely Jesus."
There are some who might read the above paragraph and then hotly respond as though I spent too much time in my room and it's necessary to be available. I was VERY available as the majority of people would say so. I was polite through the times when certain people made me feel slow and stupid, which silently infuriated me since I'm not good with quick comebacks and since I never was unkind and since it's downright thoughtless and foolish to make judgments on a person because they're different, nevermind that they're just as capable; it's like a form of emotional racism and I hated it. I had gifts that can't be replicated and I did things nobody would have stretched themselves to do, yet those things were taken for granted as part of me "being a nice person." I was shocked at what got laughed at and what people shrugged their shoulders over. Shocked. I took care of the people who had greatly aggravated me. I Took Care of them. I made a point of doing so, because whatever misunderstanding they had, I didn't want to give it any credit whatsoever even though sometimes helping them unnecessarily (aside from my assigned responsibilities) felt galling. The amount of affirmation I received still makes me blush when I remember. Service is felt by those on the receiving end, not by the critics on the sideline and according to those who received what I had to give, I got an A+. Nobody can possibly get along with everyone and even those who love each other can't get along perfectly 24/7. Sometimes all it takes for some people is a small blip on the radar for them to lash out with paranoia rather than seeing the big picture, taking it in stride and - oh I dunno - nurturing & defending those they work with rather than turning on them. Whatever happened to unity being important? It's like asking someone to chop wood with a sprained wrist when "teams" function that way. You may work through the pain, but how is that good for you? The wood gets chopped, but your sprain just might be worse off and if this sort of thing keeps up, you just might wish it were as small a problem as a sprain. When constructive criticism is necessary, it needs to be given with tact, not like a tractor otherwise it does more harm than good to someone with less fortitude and even though I've got a lot of fortitude I felt like there were plenty of moments when I did NOT need the extra dose of character development lab. Thank you very much.
I did realize and say this to - again - try & diffuse the idea that I have a personal vendetta; I don't. I made the connection that people in ministry are very tired because needs are 24/7 and personal and ministry is against the grain of sinful nature. Of course we're going to rub each other the wrong way. But I didn't see hardly any conviction that people realized they needed to take extra care of themselves, since they're in a position to so greatly influence others. Church is a HUGE influence for life, for good or evil. We don't take that seriously enough. We're not humble enough to embrace our need and some of us won't come down off our high horses to remember that church is about Jesus, not about the location or style. Issues of the heart transcend location & style of worship. I'll be bold and say I think there's the existence of church politics at all because of how little we genuinely call upon the Holy Spirit's presence; I think we just say we're praying for Him and I think it's tantamount to taking His name in vain, except it's worse than someone swearing on a street in London. People who are humble don't get their hearts hardened and if groups were praying like in Pentecost, with hearts truly open and ready to obey and ready to be changed if necessary, we'd have the unity and successes that Pentecost had as well. The Holy Spirit hasn't left us yet; He's still close by to walk alongside us and hear & respond to our prayers. And I'll be bolder still and say that my beefs with church politics are addressed to both Parallel & Main Service committees. Y'all gotta work together and not talk smack about each other behind closed doors. "Whatever you say/do to the least of these," Jesus said, "you've said/done to Me." By this standard, I AM guilty too. God forbid I get on a high horse while I'm delivering criticism and venting honestly at last. If I got on a high horse I'd deserve what would come to me, because I have bad luck with horses as it is. It's an issue we all have, and if more of us aspired to better things, well then the majority just might become a good thing rather than a negative pun.
I made many good friendships, I left a lot of people behind whom I love greatly and miss. But you can love people, and develop relationships while having huge issues with the regular choices & effects of said choices. I think that helps explain the complexity of abandoning repression of these issues I have while still saying I don't regret the experience and I did come to love the place & its people. It DID become my second home. God set me free while I was in England. Its geography will forever be precious to me.
But for most of the time I was there, I was shocked by the ugliness & hypocrisy that doesn't just exist but almost thrives in a religious institution. By what is allowed. By what is either not at all considered or what is glanced at and belittled. By where priorities are. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Please try and understand, I didn't feel personally shot at - nobody over there had personal vendettas against me, but I feel as though my heart and my faith struggled to stay alive like no other time in my life. There was a time in March when I felt like I was losing my mind and I remember sobbing in a friend's lap that "I can't live like this anymore, but I don't know what to do!"
This year changed me to have far more respect for God giving you energy for the last little push - to reach a little farther for that vital grip - than I have for the sweeping emotion that makes you feel like skipping through a meadow with elation. That last push, that last stretch is far more important, especially if you're rock-climbing and that inch or two involves your soul staying in one piece.
In an earlier blog I described the differences between the UK & USA as a delicate hopscotch, because they're both so urban & modern yet so different. It was tricky. The mass of negativity I experienced is like that as well; it was here & there but not quite everywhere. And repeating situations didn't mean the negativity got repeated. This led to a lifestyle of feeling as though I always had to be on edge personally, not just on-call professionally. Someone might say, "Trust God and you won't be on edge." Not necessarily so. Sometimes your circumstances don't allow you to not be on edge, but it's ONLY trusting God that keeps you sane and even successful. You do not know how much it killed me that when I was struggling the most on the inside, when I was regularly asking what the point of my faith was, that the "public opinion" about me was the most positive; I was getting along well with nearly everyone (finally) and was having professional breakthroughs, my tasks were getting easier, etc. It scared me. That I could feel so disconnected from God yet have people telling me that I was so wonderful. Now, I know it'd be disrespectful to God to be totally scared about that, since it's clearly an evidence of God's grace despite circumstances. But it scared me nonetheless and I know it wasn't stupid fussing. I know it was valid. God was good and He is great about making sure the glory goes to Him no matter how His children are doing. But I've never felt like such an empty shell. Except the emptiness was because of so much that I'd repressed and shoved WAY down and put lots (way too much) unhealthy food on top of.
Praise be to God I haven't felt like that for months now; God led me out and has continued and is still leading me to better places. This year broke my pendulum swing. I can't possible think everything's either total hell or absolutely wonderful. My eyes have been opened.
I RECOMMEND that people give a year of service. I had a year that put my heart through hell, but it was paradoxically a great good. There's a song lyric that says, "If I'm never broken, how can I be restored?" We're born with a sinful nature and Oswald Chambers says that our spiritual journey isn't about God teaching us new things, but about helping us unlearn the bad things.
This year was hard and while I could go back to Stanborough Park Church and willingly, happily do another year there, I never want to go through the mental dissonance and emotional pain a second time. But you know, there was a medical case of Grey's Anatomy Season 7. Their theme was "Let the healing begin," because at the end of season 6, there was a mass shooting in the hospital. This metaphorical medical case is as follows: a young man has a brain tumor in a very difficult place. If he doesn't have the operation, he will most assuredly die. But if he does have it, he has a chance at life though the risk is still quite high. They have to split his entire face (skull included) open to access the tumor. Recovery will be long and painful. I found it ironic that the surgery split open his face; a personal place, crux to one's identity. The man survived and when he became conscious, he was indeed in serious pain, but Dr. Shepherd (McDreamy as some of us know him & all the ladies go "Aww!") rushed to his side and said,
"Hang on. This is victory pain. This is healing pain."
Lately the working summary of my year (Dad suggested "Messy Church," which I thought was great) is as follows: all the key relational & atmospheric props for my faith were jerked away and I had to rough it with God. You make it or you break. Somehow, I got through. I never would have made it without Jesus. He was the one relationship I was able to take with me over to England; and over there we went way deeper. You can't truly go deep with anyone unless you go through the ugly, depressing, angering, oppressive areas inside of YOU and in the world. You may think you've had a bad year or the worst one yet, but it's the year when you nearly lost your faith, when you ate ripe disappointment with God; that's the worst year of anyone's life. And when you go through it, you KNOW it. All past, present & future difficulties pale in comparison.
As for me earlier saying that it scared me that one of my most successful seasons was when I felt like a shell, I just heard a song lyric that spoke to me while typing here:
"Glory is putting others before yourselves." (Jaeson Ma)
God took care of His glory, and even though I felt I didn't deserve praise I received because of my internal status, maybe it was His kindness that people thought I was so wonderful as a tender touch on my obedience. A touch I'd one day receive as a comfort, even if at first it made me sick.
It is an overwhelming beauty when you slowly, daily experience God restoring your faith back to you, except this is a true faith; not your natural talents or aptitudes being mistaken as faith. You've been broken so now you're unbreakable. Faith isn't about what you have, it's about what God has. It's not about your heart, it's about His. And because of this, we have the most amazing assurance.
Praise God.
Beforehand, I attended a social or two for those of us who were getting ready to leave, and I'd seen SMs on stage being involved, etc. They all understood each other a certain way, they made it look like a good thing and like you'd definitely be changed, but the huge changes we were all about to go through just ... it wasn't gotten across. It was mentioned, but I wasn't aware of the upcoming ... total & utter reconstruction.
These pre-trip & post-trip get-togethers are nice, they're fun, there's some light bonding & whatnot, but I honestly feel as though there's pressure for there to be a certain kind of experience. Some things are easier to talk about than others; certain aspects are almost glamorized. What about those of us who have tough things to talk about and who'd rather use factual anecdotes to fill in the gaps between the positive stories because the difficulties of our experience would make others uncomfortable, because there's a surplus of negative stories? It's just as possible that a great good came from a great difficulty as it is possible that a great good came from a student missionary experience where you "didn't want to leave" at the end, which so many seem wont to say. What about those of us who - as much as we bonded with where we traveled to and the people there - were eager to return home? What about those of us who don't seem like poster children, necessarily?
What about the life of a student missionary without its makeup on?
It's not just that it's hard.
What if there are some things you went through or witnessed that you feel were wrong and need changing? Not just forgiving?
*
I've refrained from full disclosure on this blog - both regarding events that transpired as well as my reactions - because I was quickly informed upon arrival to England that they get to know the student missionaries by reading their blogs. There was hardly ever a place to let my guard down for the sake of being a good SM. I don't even think I started venting fully to my own mother until several months after I'd been in England.
I will continue to refrain & use discretion, but this I will say (since it's started to eek out in skype conversation with understanding British friends).
I have and always will be committed to seeing the silver lining whenever possible. God is good. But people ask me about my experience in England - somehow thinking I was in London, not Watford - grinning at me and assuming it was kickass rockin' awesome, and I respond "It was good. Really hard, but very good. I'm glad I did it. I don't regret it."
All that is true.
But.
The "really hard" bit came from a huge spiritual allergic reaction I had to the atmosphere the entire time I was there. It wasn't the culture shock; in certain homes and in the company of certain people, I felt more at peace, but I'd just like to say that churches are maintained by humans, no matter their degrees or titles. These humans can get as tired and worldly and insensitive as those merely attending or not even part of the church at all. Now of course, that's a given (though I feel that some people need to be reminded, since they think they've got a free pass to holiness because they're in ministry), but there was a lack of energy & personal evidence to make sure they were all personally taking Jesus in and breathing Jesus out vs. making events happen. And because my private relationship with God is a priority to me, the friction I regularly got made life extremely difficult; in a church of all places, you'd think spending time alone with God wouldn't be viewed as a frowned-upon luxury. Jesus wasn't always with the masses. He withdrew often to solitude. He needed to replenish. We all do. That's one of the MOST needed ways we have to replicate Him, not one of the ways that was "uniquely Jesus."
There are some who might read the above paragraph and then hotly respond as though I spent too much time in my room and it's necessary to be available. I was VERY available as the majority of people would say so. I was polite through the times when certain people made me feel slow and stupid, which silently infuriated me since I'm not good with quick comebacks and since I never was unkind and since it's downright thoughtless and foolish to make judgments on a person because they're different, nevermind that they're just as capable; it's like a form of emotional racism and I hated it. I had gifts that can't be replicated and I did things nobody would have stretched themselves to do, yet those things were taken for granted as part of me "being a nice person." I was shocked at what got laughed at and what people shrugged their shoulders over. Shocked. I took care of the people who had greatly aggravated me. I Took Care of them. I made a point of doing so, because whatever misunderstanding they had, I didn't want to give it any credit whatsoever even though sometimes helping them unnecessarily (aside from my assigned responsibilities) felt galling. The amount of affirmation I received still makes me blush when I remember. Service is felt by those on the receiving end, not by the critics on the sideline and according to those who received what I had to give, I got an A+. Nobody can possibly get along with everyone and even those who love each other can't get along perfectly 24/7. Sometimes all it takes for some people is a small blip on the radar for them to lash out with paranoia rather than seeing the big picture, taking it in stride and - oh I dunno - nurturing & defending those they work with rather than turning on them. Whatever happened to unity being important? It's like asking someone to chop wood with a sprained wrist when "teams" function that way. You may work through the pain, but how is that good for you? The wood gets chopped, but your sprain just might be worse off and if this sort of thing keeps up, you just might wish it were as small a problem as a sprain. When constructive criticism is necessary, it needs to be given with tact, not like a tractor otherwise it does more harm than good to someone with less fortitude and even though I've got a lot of fortitude I felt like there were plenty of moments when I did NOT need the extra dose of character development lab. Thank you very much.
I did realize and say this to - again - try & diffuse the idea that I have a personal vendetta; I don't. I made the connection that people in ministry are very tired because needs are 24/7 and personal and ministry is against the grain of sinful nature. Of course we're going to rub each other the wrong way. But I didn't see hardly any conviction that people realized they needed to take extra care of themselves, since they're in a position to so greatly influence others. Church is a HUGE influence for life, for good or evil. We don't take that seriously enough. We're not humble enough to embrace our need and some of us won't come down off our high horses to remember that church is about Jesus, not about the location or style. Issues of the heart transcend location & style of worship. I'll be bold and say I think there's the existence of church politics at all because of how little we genuinely call upon the Holy Spirit's presence; I think we just say we're praying for Him and I think it's tantamount to taking His name in vain, except it's worse than someone swearing on a street in London. People who are humble don't get their hearts hardened and if groups were praying like in Pentecost, with hearts truly open and ready to obey and ready to be changed if necessary, we'd have the unity and successes that Pentecost had as well. The Holy Spirit hasn't left us yet; He's still close by to walk alongside us and hear & respond to our prayers. And I'll be bolder still and say that my beefs with church politics are addressed to both Parallel & Main Service committees. Y'all gotta work together and not talk smack about each other behind closed doors. "Whatever you say/do to the least of these," Jesus said, "you've said/done to Me." By this standard, I AM guilty too. God forbid I get on a high horse while I'm delivering criticism and venting honestly at last. If I got on a high horse I'd deserve what would come to me, because I have bad luck with horses as it is. It's an issue we all have, and if more of us aspired to better things, well then the majority just might become a good thing rather than a negative pun.
I made many good friendships, I left a lot of people behind whom I love greatly and miss. But you can love people, and develop relationships while having huge issues with the regular choices & effects of said choices. I think that helps explain the complexity of abandoning repression of these issues I have while still saying I don't regret the experience and I did come to love the place & its people. It DID become my second home. God set me free while I was in England. Its geography will forever be precious to me.
But for most of the time I was there, I was shocked by the ugliness & hypocrisy that doesn't just exist but almost thrives in a religious institution. By what is allowed. By what is either not at all considered or what is glanced at and belittled. By where priorities are. They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Please try and understand, I didn't feel personally shot at - nobody over there had personal vendettas against me, but I feel as though my heart and my faith struggled to stay alive like no other time in my life. There was a time in March when I felt like I was losing my mind and I remember sobbing in a friend's lap that "I can't live like this anymore, but I don't know what to do!"
This year changed me to have far more respect for God giving you energy for the last little push - to reach a little farther for that vital grip - than I have for the sweeping emotion that makes you feel like skipping through a meadow with elation. That last push, that last stretch is far more important, especially if you're rock-climbing and that inch or two involves your soul staying in one piece.
In an earlier blog I described the differences between the UK & USA as a delicate hopscotch, because they're both so urban & modern yet so different. It was tricky. The mass of negativity I experienced is like that as well; it was here & there but not quite everywhere. And repeating situations didn't mean the negativity got repeated. This led to a lifestyle of feeling as though I always had to be on edge personally, not just on-call professionally. Someone might say, "Trust God and you won't be on edge." Not necessarily so. Sometimes your circumstances don't allow you to not be on edge, but it's ONLY trusting God that keeps you sane and even successful. You do not know how much it killed me that when I was struggling the most on the inside, when I was regularly asking what the point of my faith was, that the "public opinion" about me was the most positive; I was getting along well with nearly everyone (finally) and was having professional breakthroughs, my tasks were getting easier, etc. It scared me. That I could feel so disconnected from God yet have people telling me that I was so wonderful. Now, I know it'd be disrespectful to God to be totally scared about that, since it's clearly an evidence of God's grace despite circumstances. But it scared me nonetheless and I know it wasn't stupid fussing. I know it was valid. God was good and He is great about making sure the glory goes to Him no matter how His children are doing. But I've never felt like such an empty shell. Except the emptiness was because of so much that I'd repressed and shoved WAY down and put lots (way too much) unhealthy food on top of.
Praise be to God I haven't felt like that for months now; God led me out and has continued and is still leading me to better places. This year broke my pendulum swing. I can't possible think everything's either total hell or absolutely wonderful. My eyes have been opened.
I RECOMMEND that people give a year of service. I had a year that put my heart through hell, but it was paradoxically a great good. There's a song lyric that says, "If I'm never broken, how can I be restored?" We're born with a sinful nature and Oswald Chambers says that our spiritual journey isn't about God teaching us new things, but about helping us unlearn the bad things.
This year was hard and while I could go back to Stanborough Park Church and willingly, happily do another year there, I never want to go through the mental dissonance and emotional pain a second time. But you know, there was a medical case of Grey's Anatomy Season 7. Their theme was "Let the healing begin," because at the end of season 6, there was a mass shooting in the hospital. This metaphorical medical case is as follows: a young man has a brain tumor in a very difficult place. If he doesn't have the operation, he will most assuredly die. But if he does have it, he has a chance at life though the risk is still quite high. They have to split his entire face (skull included) open to access the tumor. Recovery will be long and painful. I found it ironic that the surgery split open his face; a personal place, crux to one's identity. The man survived and when he became conscious, he was indeed in serious pain, but Dr. Shepherd (McDreamy as some of us know him & all the ladies go "Aww!") rushed to his side and said,
"Hang on. This is victory pain. This is healing pain."
Lately the working summary of my year (Dad suggested "Messy Church," which I thought was great) is as follows: all the key relational & atmospheric props for my faith were jerked away and I had to rough it with God. You make it or you break. Somehow, I got through. I never would have made it without Jesus. He was the one relationship I was able to take with me over to England; and over there we went way deeper. You can't truly go deep with anyone unless you go through the ugly, depressing, angering, oppressive areas inside of YOU and in the world. You may think you've had a bad year or the worst one yet, but it's the year when you nearly lost your faith, when you ate ripe disappointment with God; that's the worst year of anyone's life. And when you go through it, you KNOW it. All past, present & future difficulties pale in comparison.
As for me earlier saying that it scared me that one of my most successful seasons was when I felt like a shell, I just heard a song lyric that spoke to me while typing here:
"Glory is putting others before yourselves." (Jaeson Ma)
God took care of His glory, and even though I felt I didn't deserve praise I received because of my internal status, maybe it was His kindness that people thought I was so wonderful as a tender touch on my obedience. A touch I'd one day receive as a comfort, even if at first it made me sick.
It is an overwhelming beauty when you slowly, daily experience God restoring your faith back to you, except this is a true faith; not your natural talents or aptitudes being mistaken as faith. You've been broken so now you're unbreakable. Faith isn't about what you have, it's about what God has. It's not about your heart, it's about His. And because of this, we have the most amazing assurance.
Praise God.
Monday, August 8, 2011
From Survey to Blog
I was filling out one of those surveys - mostly it's just us girls who do them - and it struck me when I was done that I should copy/paste one or two (or three?) of the questions & answers here since they are so strongly tied to my student missionary experience.
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What is something you've learned about yourself recently? Hmm... I'm gonna go for a big picture sort of analysis and define recently as this past year: I've learned to own my faith in God without the props and relationships that usually nurture and comfort it. When I went away to England as a student missionary, it was one of the hardest years I've ever had, though I still call it one of the top 5 best things to ever happen to me. Stuff was happening with loved ones outside England that gave my faith a run for its money and frankly, all the things that made me most comfortable in Michigan were lowest priority in England. I suppose I've been learning the power and value of my own ability to choose and learning more to not care what other people think. For too long I've been catering to the people who don't have my best in mind and not giving my best to those who love me so well. There was something wrong with that picture - no wonder I had painful growing experiences ahead.
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What is one thing you've learned about life? That we shouldn't expect life on this side of heaven to be LIKE heaven; that's just setting yourself up for perpetual disappointment. Life one earth until Jesus comes is love during wartime. God's love for us, ours for him and ours for each other. And we all know how both overtly & subtly wartime expresses itself. And I'm speaking in spiritual terms, not just literal terms. If you accept that every once in awhile life is going to upset your apple card, you won't be so blind-sided and you'll actually be better able to protect who & what you love when the hits do come.
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What's your worst experience? When people you care about turn out to not be real friends at all and they play mind games to control you. That is the worst manipulation & messing-up ever. And what's worse is when the people doing it claim to be Christian examples. Jesus once compared the pharisees to white-washed tombs filled with dead men's bones. I think the bones were from those poor souls who got "eaten alive" and then put through the meat-grinder. So often we only practice Christian values in doctrine but not in relationships.
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How many things in your past do you regret? I wish I'd tried to draw out the deep waters in people rather than talking as much as I have. I also wish that I'd learned more of what I know now sooner. But the experiences that were once so hard... they propelled me into the arms of Jesus in a way I never would have known if I were in a "peace time" bubble, so I'm actually thankful for how other people failed me. I know it sounds weird...
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If you could change anything about your past, what would you change? I would have been more personally responsible/independent and thoughtful about the needs of others.
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What are some of your biggest fears of your life? Letting my lessons learned slip so that I have to go through another unthinkably hard year to get back on track. Just because last year was a top-5 doesn't mean I ever want to experience the same pain & struggle a second time. Never again, please.
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What's the one thing you hope to accomplish in your life? I want to do what God's called me to do. Yes, it'll be high risk sometimes, but that's also where my conscience feels most safe, where my soul rests the most (not the same as numbing the angst with food), and where I feel most alive! Like I'm doing what I was meant to do; what nobody else can do but me. It's a challenge AND a pleasure.
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Are looks important? To a degree, but looks do fade and fluctuate.
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What is something you've learned about yourself recently? Hmm... I'm gonna go for a big picture sort of analysis and define recently as this past year: I've learned to own my faith in God without the props and relationships that usually nurture and comfort it. When I went away to England as a student missionary, it was one of the hardest years I've ever had, though I still call it one of the top 5 best things to ever happen to me. Stuff was happening with loved ones outside England that gave my faith a run for its money and frankly, all the things that made me most comfortable in Michigan were lowest priority in England. I suppose I've been learning the power and value of my own ability to choose and learning more to not care what other people think. For too long I've been catering to the people who don't have my best in mind and not giving my best to those who love me so well. There was something wrong with that picture - no wonder I had painful growing experiences ahead.
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What is one thing you've learned about life? That we shouldn't expect life on this side of heaven to be LIKE heaven; that's just setting yourself up for perpetual disappointment. Life one earth until Jesus comes is love during wartime. God's love for us, ours for him and ours for each other. And we all know how both overtly & subtly wartime expresses itself. And I'm speaking in spiritual terms, not just literal terms. If you accept that every once in awhile life is going to upset your apple card, you won't be so blind-sided and you'll actually be better able to protect who & what you love when the hits do come.
*
What's your worst experience? When people you care about turn out to not be real friends at all and they play mind games to control you. That is the worst manipulation & messing-up ever. And what's worse is when the people doing it claim to be Christian examples. Jesus once compared the pharisees to white-washed tombs filled with dead men's bones. I think the bones were from those poor souls who got "eaten alive" and then put through the meat-grinder. So often we only practice Christian values in doctrine but not in relationships.
*
How many things in your past do you regret? I wish I'd tried to draw out the deep waters in people rather than talking as much as I have. I also wish that I'd learned more of what I know now sooner. But the experiences that were once so hard... they propelled me into the arms of Jesus in a way I never would have known if I were in a "peace time" bubble, so I'm actually thankful for how other people failed me. I know it sounds weird...
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If you could change anything about your past, what would you change? I would have been more personally responsible/independent and thoughtful about the needs of others.
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What are some of your biggest fears of your life? Letting my lessons learned slip so that I have to go through another unthinkably hard year to get back on track. Just because last year was a top-5 doesn't mean I ever want to experience the same pain & struggle a second time. Never again, please.
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What's the one thing you hope to accomplish in your life? I want to do what God's called me to do. Yes, it'll be high risk sometimes, but that's also where my conscience feels most safe, where my soul rests the most (not the same as numbing the angst with food), and where I feel most alive! Like I'm doing what I was meant to do; what nobody else can do but me. It's a challenge AND a pleasure.
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Are looks important? To a degree, but looks do fade and fluctuate.
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Do you believe in love? Ah, the real question is: what kind of love do you believe in? But stepping aside from silly hair-splittings like that, yes I believe in love. Love comes from God. God IS love. If the church has given you a bad taste, I don't blame you - been there, done that. If life events make it seem impossible for a good & all-powerful God to exist, it's then that you either have to abandon God altogether or voyage into the tempest to find Him personally, because it's at that point where nobody can tell you what to do or answer your questions. We're made for love and made in the image of Love. It's a big deal, a lifelong commitment even if you're just trying to be a good single Christian friend & family member, aside from the bigger leagues of relationships & marriage. Love is hard as well as good; people only want the good - they don't want to deal with the hard, and so they bail and then paint love in ugly colors. The people who don't bail, even if they get left behind, actually don't stop believing in love even if they have wounds to recover from. Those stories aren't told enough. The way God sustains you through loss - if you ask Him to - is one of the most binding and strongly bonding experiences a person can have with God. 'Ever notice how God created the world primarily beautiful and secondarily functional and therein lies His divine genius? We were made by love and for love. People say that love isn't a fairy tale, but we forget that the fairy tales had some high stakes and epic challenges. We always know the ending and so we yawn that all's well that ends well, but the characters (yes I know they're fictional) didn't know the ending. And reaching back before the fairy tale we have BIBLE STORIES. Full of miracles, the magical presence of our powerful God and impossibilities become hysterically funny realities and images so stunning that you can only bow and worship and obey. God experiences emotions like we do - He gets us; He didn't just make us and walk away. Even after we screwed up, He hunkered down to pursue a relationship with each of us if we'd only be willing. Hopeless romantics are more noble and special and a class to be preserved than we know; I think that God loves to work with hopeless romantics, making them into passionate Christians just like He runs to the prodigal son but is sadly put off by "the good son." God gets us, but He's not like us, which is EXACTLY WHY He's dependable. He's wild and He does things we can't always understand, but He never fails to bring out a greater good if you never let Him go. There are answers we'll never have here on earth, but I don't want a God I can explain with my finite mind. To have the God you want, you have to embrace not having all the answers for yourself. Do you want a genie in a bottle with limits - even if he is there at a simple rub - or the God who is mighty to save, forgiving, mysterious and loves you with an everlasting love?
Yes, I believe in Love.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Further Ripples
Some randomly occurring bits for you...
A few weeks ago on Sabbath, I had a treat! A visiting (married) couple at our church turned out to be ex-student missionaries. When they heard I had just gotten back from my SM posting, they brightened up and told me they'd been SMs together in South America - 'twas where they met & fell in love. I, in turn, brightened up at seeing two people who understood "what it's like."
We talked about the basics; where we'd been and what we were doing as SMs... It was short and sweet, but it felt like taking the lid off my Pandora's Box of my struggles. These days when I notice that I have trouble with reverse culture shock, it's not a constant awareness. It surprises me. I think it's been so important for me to get control over my emotions because when I got back to America, my life was so busy for a solid month (in many different places) that my emotional ups & downs were unwelcome complications for memorial & graveside services, weddings, graduation weekends and all the road trips & plane trips in between during which I had to be pleasant (preferably).
My encounter with the ex-SM couple gave me a quick preview of what a relief and pleasure it'll be to be reunited with all the other SMs when we go back to school. Japhet put it very well: "Everyone is going to want to hear about your experience, but they're going to want to hear it in 2 minutes and then they quit listening." Most people - with a few delightful exceptions - want what we've all gone through and how we've changed to be a pithy, quaint testimony in the form of a fortune cookie.
Even family, with whom it's wonderful to be back with, don't quite understand, and it does feel lonely sometimes. A blessing, though, is that having introverted needs means I don't mind the solitude; I need it, actually.
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Also, I wanted to share that while certain changes were inevitable and will always be, some of the better ones wear off if you don't deliberately nurture them. Basically I mean tendencies towards service. Those tendencies were very fresh when I first got back, but then I caught myself acting kinda ugly after about a month. The instances were extremely minor and before I was an SM, I would have labeled them as "taking care of me" but not anymore.
Beforehand, the SM environment was the set of supportive stilts for being unselfish. Now, we don't necessarily have supportive stilts, but we do have opportunities that are just as frequent to be loving and helpful.
I say that I caught myself acting ugly. I use the word ugly, because it just wasn't appealing. Not necessarily repellant, but unappealing, and you know what else? I didn't feel like myself when I acted that way. When we keep trying to live a life of loving kindness to others, the person God intended and designed us to be shines through.
This thing is bigger than the year of service we gave.
Let's not waste it.
A few weeks ago on Sabbath, I had a treat! A visiting (married) couple at our church turned out to be ex-student missionaries. When they heard I had just gotten back from my SM posting, they brightened up and told me they'd been SMs together in South America - 'twas where they met & fell in love. I, in turn, brightened up at seeing two people who understood "what it's like."
We talked about the basics; where we'd been and what we were doing as SMs... It was short and sweet, but it felt like taking the lid off my Pandora's Box of my struggles. These days when I notice that I have trouble with reverse culture shock, it's not a constant awareness. It surprises me. I think it's been so important for me to get control over my emotions because when I got back to America, my life was so busy for a solid month (in many different places) that my emotional ups & downs were unwelcome complications for memorial & graveside services, weddings, graduation weekends and all the road trips & plane trips in between during which I had to be pleasant (preferably).
My encounter with the ex-SM couple gave me a quick preview of what a relief and pleasure it'll be to be reunited with all the other SMs when we go back to school. Japhet put it very well: "Everyone is going to want to hear about your experience, but they're going to want to hear it in 2 minutes and then they quit listening." Most people - with a few delightful exceptions - want what we've all gone through and how we've changed to be a pithy, quaint testimony in the form of a fortune cookie.
Even family, with whom it's wonderful to be back with, don't quite understand, and it does feel lonely sometimes. A blessing, though, is that having introverted needs means I don't mind the solitude; I need it, actually.
*
Also, I wanted to share that while certain changes were inevitable and will always be, some of the better ones wear off if you don't deliberately nurture them. Basically I mean tendencies towards service. Those tendencies were very fresh when I first got back, but then I caught myself acting kinda ugly after about a month. The instances were extremely minor and before I was an SM, I would have labeled them as "taking care of me" but not anymore.
Beforehand, the SM environment was the set of supportive stilts for being unselfish. Now, we don't necessarily have supportive stilts, but we do have opportunities that are just as frequent to be loving and helpful.
I say that I caught myself acting ugly. I use the word ugly, because it just wasn't appealing. Not necessarily repellant, but unappealing, and you know what else? I didn't feel like myself when I acted that way. When we keep trying to live a life of loving kindness to others, the person God intended and designed us to be shines through.
This thing is bigger than the year of service we gave.
Let's not waste it.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Reverse Culture Shock
http://www.oxy.edu/x5228.xml
I'm starting to look up online links to help me with what I'm going through. Reading that euphoria over returning home lasts a few weeks makes sense and that afterwards comes irritability, which also makes sense.
I'm looking up these things, because I want to be as informed as I can, so I can make the best choices I can. Choices made without available knowledge send me to be swept away when I could be in a boat, though dealing with the exact same waves.
Thank goodness I have understanding parents who are thrilled that I'm back with them.
I don't find myself nearly so irritable (yet) as I do "limp noodle"-ish. My old environment's challenges were motivators for me to spend time with God to stay sane and when I wasn't by myself, I was always doing something or with someone. Now, it's like my props have fallen away and I'm a cooked macaroni noodle kinda boppin' in a dish...
BUT the good thing is that my time at Stanborough has given me inclinations towards keeping the house and kitchen tidy and preparing suppers for Daddy when he gets home from work. I'm much more domestic than I used to be, and as for my devotional life, it's not that I have no focus, just that I balk at my reaction to the over-abundance of free time I once craved...
I'm not in pain or miserable, but limbo is not one of my talents, but I'm doing my best and I know this rest and waiting period is something that will be good for me just the way it is: it shouldn't be jazzed up or decorated, necessarily. Oswald Chambers talks sometimes about (I'm not directly quoting; just paraphrasing from memory) how the real challenge of Christianity is being faithful in drudgery. We can get through crises by the skin of our teeth and heaven knows mountaintop experiences are a high to ride, but the day-in, day-out drudgery? Yeeeeah. No glory, no glamor... Not even all that gritty either...
It just is.
I'm starting to look up online links to help me with what I'm going through. Reading that euphoria over returning home lasts a few weeks makes sense and that afterwards comes irritability, which also makes sense.
I'm looking up these things, because I want to be as informed as I can, so I can make the best choices I can. Choices made without available knowledge send me to be swept away when I could be in a boat, though dealing with the exact same waves.
Thank goodness I have understanding parents who are thrilled that I'm back with them.
I don't find myself nearly so irritable (yet) as I do "limp noodle"-ish. My old environment's challenges were motivators for me to spend time with God to stay sane and when I wasn't by myself, I was always doing something or with someone. Now, it's like my props have fallen away and I'm a cooked macaroni noodle kinda boppin' in a dish...
BUT the good thing is that my time at Stanborough has given me inclinations towards keeping the house and kitchen tidy and preparing suppers for Daddy when he gets home from work. I'm much more domestic than I used to be, and as for my devotional life, it's not that I have no focus, just that I balk at my reaction to the over-abundance of free time I once craved...
I'm not in pain or miserable, but limbo is not one of my talents, but I'm doing my best and I know this rest and waiting period is something that will be good for me just the way it is: it shouldn't be jazzed up or decorated, necessarily. Oswald Chambers talks sometimes about (I'm not directly quoting; just paraphrasing from memory) how the real challenge of Christianity is being faithful in drudgery. We can get through crises by the skin of our teeth and heaven knows mountaintop experiences are a high to ride, but the day-in, day-out drudgery? Yeeeeah. No glory, no glamor... Not even all that gritty either...
It just is.
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