Bytes of Life

Where's Waldo?

2009-09-12T12:20:00.000-07:00

You remember the books and images of "Where's Waldo", right? Waldo was "lost" in the scene and your job was to find him. Well, I've started spending some time training to be a volunteer at a local rescue mission. My first time there, I experienced a strange feeling. I was the outsider. Even where I sat in the room - I was uncomfortable...By the end of my time there, I was looking forward to my next time there. What caused that change? How did that feeling of being the outsider subside? The next day as I was reflecting, something came to mind that I've been pondering a lot over the past months, if not years...Jesus' words that whoever wants to find his/her life must lose it. What is it to lose myself? I don't think it necessarily means giving all my possessions away. It doesn't necessarily mean becoming some sort of martyr...what came to mind as I was reflecting was something my college basketball coaches used to tell me...they'd say, "Mark, you have to lose yourself in the game." In other words, you get so into it that you're lost in it...sort of in the zone...when that happened, I played at my best...so, I began thinking, is that what Jesus meant? Get lost in the experience. Forget about yourself. Don't be so self-conscious...get lost "in the zone" and you'll be at your best...

Where is Hope???

2009-08-24T15:28:00.000-07:00

Splattered everywhere in today's news are the headlines of the end of a fugitive's run...without going through all the details, a man killed his ex-wife. To impede the identification of her body, he pulled her teeth and cut off her fingers. Having disposed of the body, he ran...from California to Hope, British Columbia...where today people at his motel (pictured here) discovered his body hung by a belt from a coat rack...What happened? We can all speculate, but my guess is that, while something snapped in this guy to cause him to make decisions that ultimately led to murder and suicide, I doubt that he sat down one day and planned out the murder and suicide. What was the slope he slid down? Apparently he was a successful developer and investor...but he had also been part of yet another reality TV show...that incidentally was cancelled once the murder story broke. Was he just another "victim" of a society out of control? Or was he somehow "evil" to the core? I say "no" to both questions...My speculation is that people who commit such acts get to points of hopelessness and somehow believe that no hope equals no way out EXCEPT through such acts...I may be wrong, but my observation of people is that when they perceive no hope, some sort of end is near. Or, when what they had hoped in disappoints, and they see no worthwhile replacement for that hope, radical actions follow. An added twist to our culture and how individuals and institutions sometimes think and process - the woman's body was finally identified by the serial numbers on her breast implants...It's ironic that this guy's trail ended in a town called Hope...maybe this story will cause some of us to look at hope - where does my hope lie? Is my hope anchored in something or Someone that I can count on? Will that anchor hold? Ponder what the biblical writer sets forth in the book of Hebrews, chapter 6, talking about an anchor (a lifeline) of hope and where it's found...We who have run for our very lives to God have every reason to grab the promised hope with both hands and never let go. It's an unbreakable spiritual lifeline, reaching past all appearances right to the very presence of God. Could this be true??? Where is Hope?

Is it a small, small world?

2009-08-23T12:14:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile since I've posted...doesn't mean nothing has been going on...in many ways, quite the opposite...two weeks ago we got our daughter back after a year as a nanny in Switzerland. It's great to have her home! The seventeen-year-old high school graduate has come home a 19-year-old young woman. I hope we're ready...anyway, we were able to go over and spend time with her in her stomping grounds. A memorable trip...since her return, she's been catching up with friends and former classmates. My wife recounted one of her conversations with a classmate; how they spent an hour together and that classmate didn't ask one question about our daughter's year in Switzerland...now, I can be judgmental in a heartbeat and I don't mean to say that's all this classmate is about, but it seems that it's very easy in our culture to focus the conversation on myself and not get outside to view the other's perspective...so often we can make life "all about me". In that kind of mindset, the world is shrinking...around me...I thought of the Disneyland ride to a small, small world...Our daughter's world grew this last year...we asked her what changed in her. She talked about generosity, discovering who she is apart from us, viewing things from others' perspectives...all growing world kinds of things...how do we as parents facilitate the growing of our kids' worlds? And, as I've found, as we do that, ours grows too...Recently I was reading something that I believe, relates to this idea of a bigger and bigger world rather than a small, small world. Martin Buber is a Catholic theologian. One of the ways he describes God is as wholly other...when I read that before I thought that meant that God is different than us...of a different kind...I thought rather theologically...those things are maybe true, but this time I thought of it more relationally... (isn't God's nature relational?). God is love. Love focuses on "the other"...God is so wholly other in his nature that he makes his mission, his good news, about "the other"...about us...about you and me...and when I make my life about others, I'm expressing God...so, the growing world is about re-orienting my life (to use Jesus' words - losing my life) to others. My daughter is teaching me about that...

No cuts!

2009-04-06T13:48:00.000-07:00

This picture looks about like my school lunch line...yeah, I know...it's that old...so am I...only difference is that we entered from the right, not the left...if you're as old as me, you remember sloppy joe days and fish on Fridays...but, being the growing and hungry kids we were, there was one thing sacred in the lunch line...NO CUTS!!! You know, where kids tried to get in line ahead of you... they tried to take cuts...and worse yet was when a friend of theirs would let them take cuts...Of course, the rules were different if someone let me take cuts...funny how that works... Well, I was thinking about this the other day...and, maybe I need to let more people take cuts...maybe that's part of what Jesus talked about when he said if you want to really discover your true life, lose your life...lose it for the sake of others...put others' interests ahead of my own...a foreign concept in a "survival mode" world...but I will say this...when I do it (all too infrequently), a whole new world opens up...some pretty cool surprises happen...and, in the end not only am I no worse off, but I find that in giving I actually "get" something too...rarely something expected, but usually something pretty cool...My getting isn't the point, is it? The other person's best is the point...and I only discover what that looks like if I choose to let go of my "No Cuts!" principle...

Which end of the spectrum?

2009-03-08T14:01:00.001-07:00

This past week I was reading and praying and two pictures came to mind. The first was of a person in a fetal position...fearful, fists clenched tightly, holding on to what's "mine"...The other picture was that of someone laying down, arms stretched out to the side, palms open...All of a sudden that picture caused me to think of Christ on the cross...and then I connected Christ's call to lay down our lives, take up our cross, die to ourselves, surrender everything...all...If those two pictures are at either end of a continuum. And we're all somewhere on that continuum. I know which end I want to be at...but I also know how I'm drawn or I can bend toward the fetal position, especially when times are tough. Survival, self-preservation - those are both strong impulses...but, there is a better way...the way of Jesus...who calls us to lose our lives in order to find our lives...do I really believe that to be the way to the life I want???

18-2 or the bottom of the ninth?

2009-03-07T10:32:00.000-08:00

Working out at the gym with a friend early this past week, he was telling me about the baseball team he coaches. Over the previous weekend, they had played a doubleheader. In both games they were leading after seven innings only to end up losing both. Since they played the same team the following day in another doubleheader (they won both of those), they had a team meeting after the two losses. He talked to them about digging deep, finding out what they were made of. As he shared this with me, he added that in the last innings of those first two games,everything mattered...every pitch, every play in the field, every coaching decision. He explained how much more fun it is to be in those games than when you're in a blow-out, winning 18-2...As I listened, I thought about a book I read recently, Wide Awake, by Erwin McManus. In it, McManus talks about how we go through life one of two ways: we either sleepwalk through life or we live life wide awake, fully engaged, experiencing the moment and grabbing all life offers. Thinking about this "global economic crisis" makes me think we did a lot of sleepwalking in America the last 25 years. We now have a chance to live life wide awake. Times of crisis, tragedy and uncertainty can awaken us to what really matters and the true priorities of life. The Great Depression caused people to live wide awake. And because of that, we now look back on a Great Generation - those that lived through the Great Depression, whose lives produced character, self-discipline and a long-term perspective. What if what we're now experiencing produces the Next Great Generation - kids and grandkids whose lives reflect character, self-discpline and a long-term perspective? Paul Young in his bestseller, The Shack, says that if anything matters, everything matters... Put me in coach - that's the game I want to play in!

Poking Through The Clouds

2009-02-17T09:22:00.000-08:00

My family and I live in the Pacific Northwest. We know about cloudy days…recently I was able to take a few days off and head to central Oregon for some fun, a little business and some time for a personal retreat. My first day there, I decided to go skiing. It’s about a 30-minute drive from where I was staying up to Mt. Bachelor. Most of the way up it was cloudy…overcast with even some fog…but, as I got within a couple of miles of the lodge at the base of the mountain, the sky broke out into a bluebird day…The mountains were spectacular and the snow was great! When I started up the lift to ski, per my usual tendency, I wanted to get all I could get in terms of skiing…after a couple of runs I was feeling it…actually, I felt it the first run…I’m not in skiing shape. This was my first ski day this season…after a couple of runs I started slowing the pace a bit…it dawned on me that, when it comes to skiing, my appetite is often bigger than my stomach…when you back off a bit, you enjoy it more…so I did…earlier in the morning, as I was reading and praying, God revealed to me some pretty cool stuff…part of it related to the parable of the sower…I heard, “Don’t let thorns choke out the life I have for you.” The thorns are things like money and the cares of life that lately have had me, if not in the pit, at least in a cloudy, overcast, even foggy zone…Thanks, God, for helping me poke through the clouds today!

Some quotes to start the year...

2009-01-14T17:17:00.000-08:00

Near the end of the year, a friend sent me some quotes by Nobel laureate Alexander Solzhenitsy, who, prior to and actually for the first year or two of his imprisonment, was a committed communist. Arrested for questioning Stalin, he saw humanity at its worst and at its best during his time in Russian prisons. After reading the first couple of quotes, I looked for more. I'm posting a handful of them here. Read them slowly...re-read them...memorize them...chew on them...my question: Would Solzhenitsyn have penned these nuggets without the quiet, the perspective, the force, the halt - of prison???

1. Do not pursue what is illusory - property and position: all that is gained at the expense of your nerves decade after decade and can be confiscated in one fell night. Live with a steady superiority over life - don't be afraid of misfortune, and do not yearn after happiness; it is after all, all the same: the bitter doesn't last forever, and the sweet never fills the cup to overflowing.

2. Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

3. Justice is conscience, not a personal conscience but the conscience of the whole of humanity. Those who clearly recognize the voice of their own conscience usually recognize also the voice of justice

4. It is not because the truth is too difficult to see that we make mistakes... we make mistakes because the easiest and most comfortable course for us is to seek insight where it accords with our emotions - especially selfish ones.

5. Talent is always conscious of its own abundance, and does not object to sharing.

6. The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it.

7. Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.

8. Even the most rational approach to ethics is defenseless if there isn't the will to do what is right.

9. When truth is discovered by someone else, it loses something of its attractiveness.

10. Our envy of others devours us most of all.

11. How can you expect a man who's warm to understand one who's cold?

12. If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?

Authority

2009-01-14T17:03:00.000-08:00

Maybe it's the fact that I have 2 teenagers; maybe it's a book I'm currently reading entitled, "Generation Me" - either way I've been thinking about what authority is, was - what it means...authority figures are (or more accurately, used to be) parents, bosses, coaches, the law...but that doesn't seem to be the case today...for many young people it seems that either they themselves or their peers are the authorities in their lives...thinking a bit further on that, I wonder whether, if I'm truly honest with myself, I'm not the authority in my life? I can say I live by rules or under God's authority, but if I look at the way I make decisions, I decide...sometimes those decisions are congruent with laws, God's ways or even in the best interest of others. But more often than I may like to admit, my decisions favor my best interests...if I want to follow the guy I claim to follow I have to ponder again his words...If you want to find your life lose it...I had someone ask me this week what that meant...what would you say it means? For me, that means I must put others' interests ahead of my own...Jesus summed up what he called the law and the prophets by saying we should love God and love people...love acts in the best interest of the beloved...I've caught glimpses of the joy that comes when I set my agenda aside and live for others' interests...glimpses that are pretty amazing...that prove that it is more blessed to give than to receive...I have a LONG way to go, but I'm catching glimpses...I catch a lot more glimpses of this in my wife than I do in myself...I'm thankful for those glimpses...

The Simple Life

2008-12-13T10:28:00.000-08:00

Recently, my wife was "skyping" with our daughter who is spending a year as an au pair in Switzerland. With the Christmas season upon us, our daughter was saying how it would be different this year, spending Christmas with other people in another country. She is looking forward to celebrating other traditions. During their conversation, she made the comment that we don't really have much in the way of family traditions. My wife reminded her, saying that one memorable tradition in our family has been our times camping on Vancouver Island. We've probably been to the same campground 8 or 10 times. Upon arrival, we (this is Dad's tradition...) set up tent(s) and then (our son's tradition...) head for the water hole to jump off the rocks or off the waterfall...
other traditions during our week camping are hotdogs at Costco, all-you-can-eat ribs at Montanas, and lots of card playing - hearts and spades...each year it seems we've added to the traditions with some new activity, meal or excursion. As I've reflected on this tradition, it's been somewhat comical (and in some ways a sad commentary on our 21st-century American culture) that camping has become the one week we live without cellphones, tv, or internet. We unplug and slow down...We sleep in tents, don't shave, take fewer showers (OK...we don't need all the details)...in short, we rush all year, live with constant excess, to then "PAY" for a week of simplicity...isn't this somehow backward? Shouldn't we live simple lives that are periodically interrupted with celebration (sometimes planned and sometimes spontaneous) that even sometimes spills over into excess?

Scary

2008-12-01T15:09:00.000-08:00

Check this out...I dare you...look at the July 4, 2008 (The prayer Americans refuse to pray) post...at http://www.francischansblog.blogspot.com/...

Lost in Translation...

2008-10-28T13:49:00.000-07:00

My father-in-law was an MD. He went to med school later than most. Upon completion he began private practice, before deciding to leave what would have become a lucrative career and invest in something that would mean more than financial gain. He and his family took their 4 children to Mexico, then Peru, to provide medical care to a missionary base and the local people surrounding the base. Having married his eldest daughter, I can tell you his investment paid off in ways he could have never imagined...The organization he worked with until the day he died is called Wycliffe Bible Translators. Wycliffe has a goal of translating Scripture into every language group's own language. I've been thinking about this work of translation lately. I believe that it is also my life's calling - not in the Wycliffe way - but translation nonetheless. What I am to do is to take God's words and "translate" them into the "language" of the people in my "world". So many "religious words" - words like faith, church, even God - today raise people's walls and barriers. When those words are used, dialog ends. So, translation is the work of explaining ("fleshing out") ideas and words in a way that barriers are torn down and not built up or reinforced. For I believe God is a God who pursues us. We too often run from an image of God that is inaccurate; an image that has been erected by misinformation, misrepresentation or even deceit. God aches over that misrepresentation. He longs for people to know him as he really is. We need more translators...

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall?

2008-10-20T17:16:00.000-07:00

We usually picture Humpty Dumpty as an egg, right? Well, I've been thinking about the Humpster lately, given this global economic crisis we're in...I think much of the problem stems from EXCESS at a variety of levels: government, corporate, and...if I look in the mirror, personal. Things have been pretty smooth sailing in our economy for the past 20-25 years. Along the way, most of us have bought into a "more is better" line of thinking...I'm convinced that if at a fork in the road you find a signpost marked "more" and choose that path, it never ends...So, now we're dealing with the consequences of these excesses. It seems like the first two stages of grief have been experienced by most Americans either individually or collectively: Denial and anger...now we are finally beginning to ask, "Now what?" Well, without getting too embedded in the, "How did this happen?" and, "Where is this going?" conversations, it seems people genuinely are beginning to think about tightening their belts. This is a good thing...if we all follow suit, maybe we can come to a point where we can think in terms of "economic sustainability"...During the last month, I've had this picture in my mind that has helped me with perspective...the picture is of a 10 or 12-year old boy in Uganda (I call him "David"). David has lost both parents to AIDS and is responsible for his 5-year old brother and 3-year old sister. So, I call David on the cell phone and say, "David, you wouldn't believe this economic crisis we're in the midst of..." David looks at the phone and says, "Crisis...what crisis?" Maybe it's times like these where our lives (like Humpty Dumpty) crack open...and maybe when lives crack open, there is more room for more of God...will I give him that space? In that sense, I believe he wants us to have MORE...of him...

Conversations at 39,000 feet

2008-10-03T17:32:00.000-07:00

I've become less and less thrilled with travel over time (I love being places - just hate getting there...), but last night's flight was an exception...I was at a conference in the Los Angeles area for two days and flew back to Portland last night. Ready to read my book, I sat down to a warm greeting from a guy named Ron and never got to my book during the 2 1/2-hour flight. He shared a quote that I said I'd never forget...Bitterness is the poison I drink hoping you will die... So, I got something better than good reading time...I got a phrase worth pondering...Oh, and that book I'm reading...Revenge...

Will I ever measure up???

2008-09-28T19:56:00.000-07:00

I had lunch this week with a couple of friends. One friend was talking about a guy he knows whose dad was a college basketball coach. The son played for his dad in college. Dad pushed him pretty hard. It got to a point where the son went to talk to his dad and said he was thinking about quitting. Coach (Dad) said, "If you quit the team, you quit our family." As the son was pondering that one, his mom called, saying, "What are you doing to your dad?" My friend said the son recently confided to my friend that during those dark days he actually contemplated suicide...What would it be like to think you never measured up? And more than that, never measured up to the person that mattered most, had the greatest influence in your life? As I thought about that story, I thought about my son. I push him pretty hard at times. And just last week, he said, "Do you know what it feels like to always feel like it's never good enough?" Ouch! I don't want my son to feel that from me...And if he feels that way because of what I say or don't say, do or don't do, what I don't affirm in him, how I get down on him, what image of God will he grow up with? What picture of God will he leave our home with? Is God never satisfied...always disappointed? Will I ever measure up? Or, could it be that God is my biggest fan? My best cheerleader? Cheering me on? And if he is, what would it be like for me to show that to my son?

2008 Quotes for the year...

2008-09-22T18:16:00.000-07:00

Keep a clear eye toward life’s end. Do not forget your purpose and destiny as God’s creature. What you are in His sight is what you are and nothing more. Do not let worldly cares and anxieties or the pressures of office blot out the divine life within you or the voice of God’s spirit guiding you in your great task of leading humanity to wholeness. If you open yourself to God and his plan printed deeply in your heart, God will open himself to you.
St. Francis

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you'll recover your life. I'll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won't lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly.
Jesus-Matthew 11:28-30

We must care for our bodies as though they were going to live forever, but we must care for our souls as if we are going to die tomorrow.
Augustine

What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?
St. Paul-1 Corinthians 4:7

There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.
GK Chesterton

Joy and resentment cannot coexist.
Henri Nouwen-The Return of the Prodigal Son

We are therefore entrepreneurs of our lives, and each and every one of us is responsible for making the most of our talents and resources, exercising our callings, engaging fully in making a difference in our spheres of influence, and doing our utmost to help our neighbors in their need-including relieving their suffering and taking a stand against the evil that oppresses them…when we each exercise our responsible significance, and the significance of each of our callings overlaps with those of others, the ripples we make together can spread far and wide.
Os Guinness- Unspeakable: Facing up to the Challenge of Evil

Better than baptisms or marriages, funerals press the noses of the faithful against the windows of their faith…The afterlife begins to make the most sense after life-when someone we love is dead on the premises.
Thomas Lynch-the Undertaking: Life Studies from the Dismal Trade

All this flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, reassurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love-a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek-
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack. I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow a man. And now the bridge is breaking
CS Lewis-Through the Shadowlands (when his wife, Joy, was dying…)

Love never gives up. Love cares more for others than for self. Love doesn't want what it doesn't have. Love doesn't strut, Doesn't have a swelled head, Doesn't force itself on others, Isn't always "me first," Doesn't fly off the handle, Doesn't keep score of the sins of others, Doesn't revel when others grovel, Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth, Puts up with anything, Trusts God always, Always looks for the best, Never looks back, But keeps going to the end.
St. Paul-1 Corinthians 13:4-7 The Message

Jesus said the kingdom of God is within, yet for two thousand years after him, we have kept looking outward for this kingdom rather than inside us. I am absolutely convinced of this one thing: God has placed cravings within your soul that will drive you insane or drive you to him. Your soul longs for God; you just may not know it yet…We run from the One our souls crave. It is insanity to run from God and search for love.
Erwin McManus-Soul Cravings

To exert thought is like digging a well. At first there is only muddy water. Later on, after one has done some drawing, clear water will come out. One’s thoughts are always muddy at first. After a long while they will naturally be nicely clear.
Cheng Yi

You see, at the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics—in physical laws—every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. It's clear to me that Karma is at the very heart of the universe. I'm absolutely sure of it. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that "as you reap, so you will sow" stuff. Grace defies reason and logic. Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I've done a lot of stupid stuff… I'd be in big trouble if Karma was going to finally be my judge. I'd be in deep s---. It doesn't excuse my mistakes, but I'm holding out for Grace. I'm holding out that Jesus took my sins onto the Cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don't have to depend on my own religiosity…But I love the idea of the Sacrificial Lamb. I love the idea that God says, “Look, you cretins, there are certain results to the way we are, to selfishness, and there's a mortality as part of your very sinful nature, and, let's face it, you're not living a very good life, are you? There are consequences to actions.” The point of the death of Christ is that Christ took on the sins of the world, so that what we put out did not come back to us, and that our sinful nature does not reap the obvious death. That's the point. It should keep us humbled… It's not our own good works that get us through the gates of heaven.
Bono-Bono in Conversation with Michka Assayas

2008-09-22T18:09:00.000-07:00

3 Generations - Grandpa, Mark and Drew - Elk Lake - Summer of 1994

Mountain Biking - Central Oregon - July 2008

2008-09-22T18:01:00.000-07:00

Letting Go...

2008-09-20T22:49:00.000-07:00

This summer Lyn and I had to "let go" of our daughter Lindsay. She graduated from high school, and though she prepared for college well, she decided to do a gap year and is spending a year in Switzerland as an au pair. She took four years of French in high school and wanted to become fluent. So, she'll have her chance...As we got close to the day of her departure (someone reminded me that the day she left, July 4, was "Independence Day"...) it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other...I tried to think what this was like...about the only thing I could compare it to was losing my parents. My dad died 9/11/2000...and my mom passed away in November of '03...both losses were difficult. Again, at times in the days leading up to their deaths, it was all I could do to put one foot in front of the other...it was as though I knew a difficult day was coming...it was bound to come, but it was tough...In many ways, Lyn and I grieved the letting go...after all, you raise a child, a child you love deeply, unconditionally, for what...so they can stay home forever? No...so they can fly, soar and become the person they were meant to be. And for that to happen we had to do what? Let go...and in some ways, do more than let go...send...set her "free"...Even in the short two and a half months she's been gone, Lindsay has "soared" - she's gotten lost...and then found her way...(her first day of French class...). Had she been here, a call on the cell phone and we'd have bailed her out...there, she had to sort it out...she's made new friends, traveled, interacted with all sorts of people. Without us...We want to hold on to the things we cherish...sometimes letting go brings stuff we can't imagine...we know that now, even though it was so hard...and I'm sure we'll face times again where we'll try to hold on but need to let go...From the original cutting of the cord to this cutting of the cord...parenting is a continual process of letting go...when we let go, kids grow as they're meant to...and so do parents!

2008-09-20T22:44:00.000-07:00

Family at Mt. Bachelor - Christmas 2007

2008-09-20T22:32:00.000-07:00

Mark & wife, Lyn-August, 2007

Control or faith? My choice.

2008-09-19T15:15:00.000-07:00

A couple of weeks ago, a client gave me a CD with an audio interview a guy named Steve Brown did with the author of "The Shack", Paul Young. Despite some of the controversy in religious circles about Young's theology...the book is creating discussion and thinking that I believe needs to take place in all of us. As I listened to the interview this week, two things stuck: 1) Young's comment that he would rather give up control than live a life without faith; without trust in God's ultimate goodness and care. I'll paraphrase what he said: "Control flies in the face of faith"...so often, I want order and management - no surprises, in my life. What do I miss? And what are the usual outcomes of my contolling tendencies? Usually relationship suffers. Wonder and joy tend to vanish in my controlled world. Adventure and surprise emerge in a world of faith. It's scary to let go of the trapeze bar of control and for a moment, freefall before grabbing hold of the bar of faith. Grabbing that new bar is like operating without a net. But what do I fear? In the end, do I fear a God who is never satisfied, who is a cosmic killjoy? Or, do I long to move toward him when he whispers again and again, "Do you trust me?" 2) Young draws from another brilliant author, Ravi Zacharias, when he comments on the relationship of Father, Son and Spirit: "Unity and diversity in the community of the Trinity." I believe part of our being made in God's image is the element of God's love that says, "This relationship we (the Trinity) live is too good not to share... Let's make people in our image...so that they can taste what we experience together...the fulness of relationship."