Humor Me, Part 1

C.J’s Journal...Wednesday, September 24, 2008, "Somewhere in my yard..."

The daily report...So, after locking my keys in my office and having to track down a spare set of keys from my assistant - I was beat. I had been working pretty much since 5 a.m. that morning. I was now debating whether to go to the grocery store and grab some stuff for the weekly Patrick Crossing meal or just go home and crash. I finally decided that I would just do it and get it over with. So, I bought the groceries for Patrick Crossing along with some nice, fresh chicken for the grill to cook up for the family that night.

When I got home, I noticed fresh mole hills all over my yard. I groaned. I have a mutant version of moles. They thrive on poison, fire, flooding, ammonia and smoke bombs. Recently, I had purchased several boxes of the little smoke bombs that you light and drop down into the holes. Excited the next morning to see whether or not this newest tactic had worked, I strolled down the yard to the place of the worst infestation. I was chagrined not only to see a fresh pile of dirt, but one of the smoke bombs pushed to the top of the hill and perched like a birthday candle. It was like they were hoisting their thin, wispy limbs and giving me the paw. They are like Pharaoh of the Old Testament. No matter what plague I throw at them, they continue to harden their hearts. I have stood in my yard when no one was around (after dark) and in my best Charlton Hesston voice have solemnly cried out, "Let my yard goooooo."

They are now moving from spot to spot. It seems that I am herding them. I long to whack these blind, buck-toothed demons over the head – like that old arcade game – but these cowards refuse to pop their heads up as I greedily stand above their holes with my 9 iron. I am now trying the smoke bombs along with something called, "Uncle Ian's Mole Repellent." (Ingredients: 89% dried blood - no joke). I discovered something about smoke bombs. They actually explode. But I am getting ahead of myself. Before I went out on my nightly mole reconnaissance, I lit the grill and threw the chicken on....

Back to the moles.......So, I am bent over a hole trying a new technique - light two bombs at the same time and drop them in different holes - kind of a Nazi panzer/pincer strategy. The first bomb goes down nicely. I quickly drop the second bomb and it gets stuck. A cloud of toxic smoke is now swirling about my head. I shove real hard on the non-business end of the eight inch incendiary device and... "boom!" The mole bomb blows up in my hand. I am now missing all of the hair on my right forefinger and black scorch marks are trailing up my arm.

But now.....what's that? I smell smoke - an odd smelling smoke - and hear a commotion in the house. I trot back in to wash off the putrid smell of burnt flesh and finger hair stubble and see my family all closing windows and chatting about the smoke. ("Boy that is some smoke. That is really smoky smoke...Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke...bad smoke.") No one has checked the grill because they think I am outside attending it. I grumble and fly past them to go see about the smoke. As I round the corner, I see flames shooting up the side of my house - three of the logs on my freshly stained log house are seriously blackened and smoking. There is also a dangling, dripping melted cable from my satellite dish - completely fried. I dive in under the flames, grab the grill and pull it away from the house, torching up my fingers, all the while yelling for water.

For whatever inexplicable, boneheaded reason, I decide that I need to check on the chicken. I grab the handle, scream in pain, and am greeted by the fires of hell thirstily switching directions toward this massive new inflow of fresh air. More hair is singed off. Sadly - when the flames die down - I see what appear to be 10 charcoal briquettes resting on the grill. A few minutes ago these were fresh chicken thighs with great potential - now, nothing but charred remains of a once well-intentioned meal.

Martin Luther, he of Protestant fame, spoke often about laughter in the midst of the annoying and painful trials of life. He said this: “The best way to drive out the devil, if he will not yield to the texts of Scripture, is to jeer and flout him, for he cannot bear scorn.” His thought was that laughter is a form of spiritual warfare - that it brings great disappointment and even discouragement to the forces of hell. I like that thought...

Some people - a lot of people - are way too serious and, take themselves too seriously. That seriousness becomes a relational repellent. But beyond that, those who walk through life by taking themselves and the various trials of life way too seriously are – to put it bluntly – liars. They are people who see a molehill and tell you it is a mountain...

(We will be hanging around the subject of humor for awhile...See you soon.)

Becoming A Self-Centered Christian, Part 3

There is a lonely and silent aspect to the Christian life that many find unbearable. Jesus calls us aside and beckons us to a quiet place in order to speak to us, to heal us and to give us clear direction. The silence is deafening. We prefer action, movement and cacophony. It is the world in which we live. In a song written several years ago, Randy Stonehill caught up to our sickness with these words: “It’s the fear of silence that gives us away. ‘Cause when we’re alone, we have to hear, what our aching heart’s trying to say.”

There is a pride attached to busyness. To be burned out and bone-tired is a badge of honor. There are not many who like to answer the question: “So what have you been up to?“ with: “I have been working on slowing down, relaxing and being quiet before the Lord.” There is no “snap” to such a reply. Rather, we much prefer to share a litany of suspect accomplishments in order to secure our place in the “world of worth” based upon our exhaustion. If we are more exhausted than our neighbor, we win.

This game of one-upmanship has one other benefit – it creates space. If I can convince enough people that I am about to become unhinged because of my busyness, then, “They’ll leave me the hell alone.” Oftentimes, the distancing that takes place by our projected busyness includes our spouse, our children, and our friends. If we succeed, and are left “the hell alone” – that is usually what we get - hell…alone.

“Hell alone” is the wrong kind of quietness because it is not all that quiet. It is a cave with many voices echoing in disunity throughout our internal world. There is one voice that begins a conversation with: “Man, I wish I made more money and had a better job…” and before that sentence is even finished, another voice interrupts with: “I can’t believe how he/she treated me today…” and, before that thought is completed: “I hate the way I have let myself go…” and on, and on. All of the voices “appear” to be our own voice. I suspect however that the voices we hear as our own are borrowed from a more malevolent source. The Dark Lord, the master of confusion, has littered our mind with a world of anxious offenses and faithless ideas. He then, in a grand act of hellish ventriloquism, uses our voice to create his own inner playground of torment. We awake the next day – not so much as one who is alive - but as one who merely exists.

We are called to a better existence. It begins with a dose of what we have called Christian narcissism. If I am not caught up in “me”, I will be no good to Him – or anyone else. It seems strangely antithetical to all of what we have understood Christianity to be – populated with such themes as: love of others, self-sacrifice, and good works. The effort we are called to give seems to be “other” oriented. But here is the thing – the inner reserve for such selfless living is actually fueled by self-centered attentions.

Early in His public ministry, Jesus demonstrated what we have been discussing. In the Gospel of Mark, in one day, Jesus heals a man at the local synagogue in Capernaum, and then ends up at the home of Peter’s mother-in law. The poor lady is so ill she cannot even put some dinner out for Jesus and his disciples. That is a very embarrassing situation for a Mideast Jewish host. Jesus heals the woman and she immediately runs to the kitchen and, as Mark tells us, “…begins to serve them.” It took about a minute for the word to travel around the village. Before night fell, the yard was full of the moaning sick and the howling demonized. Jesus healed them all. And then what? He left the scene of busyness and success and we find these penetrating words from Mark: “Very early in the morning, while it was still dark, He got up, went out, and made His way to a lonely place, and there He prayed.” Mark 1:35. This moment of apparent “narcissism” didn’t sit well with the disciples. When they finally tracked Jesus down, they were all in a bother about the crowds that had already gathered at revival central, formally known as the in-law’s house. Jesus would have none of it. Neither the pleasure of perceived success, nor the pride of laborious busyness could detract Him from His mission. It was in the quiet place that He was given His direction for that day.

I close with a word about false humility. Real humility is a good thing. God tells us to humble ourselves so that we will be lifted up at the right time. [Just a side note: God doesn’t humble us – He tells us to humble ourselves. It is interesting to note that the method of demonstrating humility, of humbling ourselves, falls nicely into the category of Christian narcissism. According to the Epistle of Peter, we demonstrate humility by: “Casting all of our cares upon Him.” This is the lonely act, the selfish act. All of those cavernous echoing voices meet their match as we humbly cast our cares upon Him. See I Peter 5:6, 7] False humility is not real humility. False humility is characterized by a person who constantly belittles his or her own spiritual vitality or future spiritual prospects. Phrases such as: “I am still just a sinner saved by grace” is not so much a sign of humility as it is a flashing sign that announces: “Beware – I am still so enamored of my flesh that I can go off at any moment and behave as if…I am still a sinner.” While the phrase sounds spiritual – it is anything but. We can run up any number of things that is offensive to God: gossip; lust (boys will be boys); blue humor; unforgiveness; greed; covetousness; anger; etc. – so long as we end with the phrase: ““I am still just a sinner saved by grace.” It is the Protestant equivalent of priestly absolution. This phrase betrays a lack of lonely time spent with the Master where all such things are weakened and then vanquished – not justified. Only a purposeful narcissist will care enough to find that quiet place where all can, and will be, healed.

Do Axe-heads Still Float?

(Note: This post is an "Extra, Extra - Read All About It!" I will return to my series later this week).

In the Old Testament there is the story of a man named Elisha who was a student of a guy named Elijah. They were both prophets. Both of their lives were marked by supernatural events. Elisha - for those doing the math - experienced twice as many miracles in his life as did his mentor Elijah. The reason? He simply asked for it. As his mentor Elijah was about to be taken up into heaven in a fiery chariot, Elijah asked Elisha what he could do for him. Elisha responded with this simple request: "Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit." Elijah responded, "If you see me when I am taken away - then it shall be yours." Shortly after that exchange, the fiery chariot appeared and Elijah disappeared. All that was left was Elijah's mantle. Elisha then walked over to the river Jordan, struck the water with a stick and cried out: "Where is the God of Elijah?" At that, the waters parted and Elisha repeated in reverse order the last physical miracle of Elijah. It makes for compelling reading.

Something I have noticed about a few of the miracles recorded in the Bible is how ordinarily spectacular they are. What I mean by that is how some of the miracles are attached to very ordinary wants and needs. Yes, we read of real miracle working events that makes sense in the life of Jesus: a deaf man hears, a lame man walks, a blind eye is opened. These make sense. They are useful. They are prudent. But, when a miracle comes along that is totally gratuitous – where it seems as if God is just show-boating for the most modest, even selfish (?) of needs - I believe that we are being shown something of the Father's heart. Yes, Jesus healed a lot of people, but He also turned water into wine. Was that really a pressing need or was it just a want? Or, how about Jesus strolling across the Sea of Galilee? Was that really necessary or was it just...well...fun?

One of the miracles Elisha performed falls, from my perspective, into the gratuitous category. We have the story of a student of Elisha’s chopping some wood near the Jordan River when the axe-head flies off and plops into the water. The guy freaked out because the axe was borrowed. Many of us have known that horrible feeling. Returning a headless axe-handle would be rather embarrassing. I imagine coming by an axe-head back in that day and time involved more than just taking the chariot down to the local Home Depot. This may have been a community axe-head shipped in from Egypt. Elisha asked the man the approximate location of where the axe-head went in. The student showed him. Elisha then cut a stick and threw it in the general direction of the sunken axe-head; and, lo and behold, it floated to the top.

Hmmm...If I had a store of miracles to perform that were exactly twice that of Elijah, I would miser those suckers like the proverbial three wishes from the Genie. I would make sure they were used for noble, spiritual, unquestioned & donor-approved purposes. But that was not the case with Elisha. He just said, “Stand back. I’ll get it for you.” The next thing you know, there is the axe-head floating up to shore like Ivory Soap. Another miracle used up. Bummer.

The thing that I have been learning of the Father’s heart as of late is this very important truth: What concerns me, concerns Him. He loves me that much. The gratuitous nature of some of the miracles shout out to us that God cares about the wine at a party, cooling His son’s dusty feet by a stroll across a lake, and by causing axe-heads to float so a humble student of a prophet won’t have to suffer the humiliation of returning a useless tool back to its owner.

Please hear this – with God, anything is possible. Please hear this – God is not diminished in His ability or supply of miracles by doling out gratuitous displays of His kindness: His resources are endless. And, there is also this – these unwarranted acts of kindness enhance the fatherhood of God. Do we not, as earthly parents, sometimes give gifts to our children – just because? Sure we do. Why would our heavenly Father be any different? He loves us and is crazy about us.

So, with all this as background, let me share a brief testimony of one of those gratuitous miracles that just happened to me this morning. My son Josh and I spent a good part of the day doing something I do not really enjoy – working on cars. We had before us a brake job for my wife’s car which included pads and rotors. Josh’s car needed motor mounts replaced. (Thanks to our good friend James Lane, this latter one was accomplished with skills that go well beyond my meager mechanical abilities). Now, I would probably enjoy working on cars if I had all of the cool tools available to me that I see in repair shops. But no, I am the guy rolling around on hot cement with my Wal-Mart tools trying not to swear at helpless, inanimate objects.

As I manned up to the job of getting the calipers to loosen off of the rotors, I noticed that GMC had switched from SAE to metric. (Yay Detroit)! I groaned. My assortment of metric tools was just that – an assortment. I needed an 18mm socket. I walked over to my tool box and began rooting around. I found a 17mm and a 19mm. As I was standing there, tempted again to that swearing thing, Josh said he thought the 18mm might be under his car. Picture this scene. I was standing there with my ratchet with no socket on the end in one hand and a 17mm and 19mm in the other. Josh is looking at my forlorn countenance. I watch Josh dive under his car to look for the missing 18mm. I look back at my ratchet a second later and there is a socket on the end. I look at my hands – totally puzzled. Both the 17mm & the 19mm are still in my left hand, but another socket has appeared – appeared mind you – on the end of my ratchet! I squint to read the numbers on the side of the socket and it says: 18mm. Revival broke out in the garage.

Does God care for me so much, does He know how much I loathe auto repair, and does He love my wife so much that He wanted me to finish up this brake job with as little whining as possible? Evidently the answer to all of these questions is:”Yes”! I have to admit, I would rather show up tomorrow at the hospital and pull a Jesus by emptying out every bed with a miraculous healing, but maybe, just maybe, these little miracles lead us to the big ones. We have to stand before we can walk and we have to walk before we can run. Today, I tottered to my feet. Somewhere deep in my spirit I had said, “Where is the God of Elijah?” And God said, “Right here, with an 18mm in my hand.”

“Dear friends, if our hearts do not condemn us, we have confidence before God and receive from Him anything that we ask...” I John 3:21a

Becoming A Self-Centered Christian, Part Two

I was watching an info-mercial recently that was hawking a workout DVD. The clip featured a happy, middle-aged couple whose lives had been changed by following the aerobic dance moves recorded on the product. They were tanned, fit, and very Ultra-Bright of smile. But what I couldn’t take my eyes off of was the host of the program who was interviewing the happy couple. This person was enormous, pasty, and had a noticeable chin waddle when panning from camera to camera. It was disorienting and contradictory. If the product was so awesome, so affordable, and so easy – why had the host not benefitted? The whole thing seemed like a Mad TV parody.

I often wonder if that is the view people have of those who call themselves followers of Christ – people who have found “the way”, the place of abundance, and the hope that promises “joy unspeakable”. I can well imagine an objective outsider of the Christian faith saying something like this: “You claim to have a great product, but your life seems as empty, angry, depressed and stressed as mine. Why should I add the rigor of religious observance to an already overcommitted life?” Great question.

In the last post we talked about the necessity of narcissism in getting us down the road a little further in our spiritual journey – a sort of “save yourself first” mentality. That post received some spirited phone calls and chats with believers and non-believers alike. Let me say this...while I enjoyed the dialogue, I need no lectures about how narcissism is antithetical to the Christian ideal. Yes, yes…I get that. But, I think it is worth exploring the concept that, without a very self-centered, self-examined life, we really have nothing much to offer. Let’s look at a couple of “narcissistic” verses…

And why worry about a speck in your friend’s eye when you have a log in your own? How can you think of saying to your friend, “Let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,” when you can’t see past the log in your own eye? Hypocrite! First get rid of the log in your own eye; then you will be able to deal with the speck in your friend’s eye. – Matthew 7:3-5

…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you both to will and to do of His good pleasure. - Philippians 2:12b-13

We could fill pages with verse after verse that urge us on toward a myopic self-centered journey, but these two passages will work just fine. How much more self-centered can you get than Jesus’ command to do your own eye exam? Or, how about Paul’s admonition to: “…work out your own salvation?” Where do these verses draw our attention? If I am reading them, they draw the attention to me. If you are reading them, they draw the attention to you. What is the point? It is simple. We can do precious little good in this world if we are blind to our own faults; and, that salvation is a very personal experience.

Now, is such self-examination really an example of narcissism? Maybe yes, maybe no. True narcissism has a different end in view than this Christian narcissism of which we have been speaking. Narcissism takes us down deep into ourselves and leaves us there; festering in our own isolated self-centeredness. Christian narcissism takes us deep into ourselves in order to free us to do and be just the opposite. With Christ at our side, we are called to explore the inky depths and crannies of everything we find within us that runs counter to His nature. And, in so doing, to emerge from that cave a person who is skilled to compassionately render aide to those suffering from eye-splinters. The dark explorations help us appreciate the light.

In the next post we will talk more about the importance of completing the full circle from darkness to light. In so doing, we will expose the nasty inhibitor known as false humility that thwarts the true purpose of Christian narcissism. As always…be well blessed. - CJ

Becoming A Self-Centered Christian, Part One

“In the Greek/Roman tale told by Ovid, Echo, a nymph, falls in love with a vain youth named Narcissus, who was the son of the blue Nymph Leirope of Thespia. One day when Narcissus was out hunting, Echo stealthily followed the handsome youth through the woods, longing to address him but unable to speak first. When Narcissus finally heard footsteps and shouted "Who's there?” Echo answered "Who's there?" And so it went, until finally Echo showed herself and rushed to embrace the lovely youth. He pulled away from the nymph and vainly told her to leave him alone. Narcissus left Echo heartbroken and she spent the rest of her life in lonely glens, pining away for the love she never knew, until only her voice remained. Eventually he became thirsty and went to drink from a stream. As he saw his reflection, he fell in love with it, not knowing that it was him. As he bent down to kiss it, it seemed to "run away" and he was heart broken. He grew thirstier but he wouldn't touch the water for fear of damaging his reflection, so he eventually passed away by dying of thirst and self love, staring at his own reflection. The Narcissus flower grew from where he died.” – Wikipedia

Aren’t words great? To think that our national psyche finds both its hero and its definition from this ancient myth is remarkable. We are living in a narcissistic society. Narcissism is defined as: inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity. I rarely post much on this blog that would hint at political sensibilities, but I do find it amazing that one of our candidates for President – the one lacking any notable achievements or experience – has managed to write a couple of books about his favorite subject – himself. In the climate of our day, his candidacy makes perfect sense.

One of the great battles of the Christian faith is to squarely set our shoulders against the push of narcissism that attacks from within and without. The “without” is perhaps the easier of the two to combat. We can simply practice a modified form of Amish-ism by turning down and tuning out the popular culture which blares at us from newsstands, televisions and radios. But, I kind of think that even the Amish have the same problem as it relates to the - “within” - as me …which of course is “me.” I cannot seem to turn down or tune out me. “Me” is a noisy little chap that craves attention, affirmation, admiration, adoration, silence (from others), and is self-serving, self-promoting, self-centered and a host of other naughty things. For a comfortable narcissist-read: much of culture – there is no problem with being a narcissist. It is the air that they breathe. However, for people of faith, it is a serious problem to be addressed and only people of faith continue to push this rock uphill. Internal narcissism is a spiritual condition in need of a spiritual remedy.

But herein lies the problem. To fight the battle against “fascination with oneself”, where is it we go to fight the battle? To ourselves. To wage war against the decaying effects of internal narcissism it seems that we have to be imbued with a measure of self-love and fascination with oneself, i.e. narcissism, to even give it a go. Are we then running the risk of fighting the devil within us with devilish tools?

I think that we can begin to work our way toward an answer by thinking about flight safety instructions – you know – the ones we never pay attention to as we thumb though our sticky Sky Mall catalogue. There has always been one instruction that is given that is perhaps the most counter-intuitive of all instructions and it goes roughly like this: “In the event of a sudden decrease in air pressure or oxygen, your oxygen masks will automatically fall on your head.” (Or something like that). So far so good. But it is the next line that has always bugged me. “If you are travelling with an infant or small child, make sure you put your mask on first and get the flow of oxygen going before you assist your child.” I know of no parent, even a narcissistic one, that isn’t troubled by that scenario. The thought of me calmly inhaling life-giving oxygen while my precious child is thrashing about next to me, turning blue and questioning with his or her little eyes: “Why Daddy? Why are you so selfish? Why are you thinking of yourself first? And Daddy, why, oh why are you so….what is the word (cough, cough, gasp) …narcissistic?” - is unnerving.

The wisdom of the airline in giving this instruction is simple. If you lose the parent you lose the child. An unconscious mom or dad is of no use to the little one. Thus, a “save yourself first” mandate makes perfect sense.

Can this idea of “saving yourself first” – the ultimate expression of a narcissist – be a legitimate pursuit of the Christian? The answer is yes. There is an extremely self-centered aspect of being a Christian that is the prerequisite for doing others any good. Without the understanding and practice of this God-bidden call to self-interest, we will be useless to God, useless to the world and useless – ultimately- to ourselves.

This is one of the many paradoxes of the Christian faith. Jesus said that the greatest commands go along the lines of: “(1) Love the Lord your God with all of your heart, soul, mind and strength; and, (2) love your neighbor as (3) you love yourself.” While we may not fully practice the first command, we can at least understand what Jesus is getting at. And the second one, to love our neighbors is a fine idea agreed upon by many even outside the Christian faith. But, it is that last part, number 3 that plays with our minds. What does it mean to love our neighbors as we love ourselves? Might I suggest that our failure to understand, much less practice the latter, could be one of the reasons Christianity has lost a substantial amount of its influence? Could it be that our lack of self-love (our lack of narcissism) makes the second command – to love our neighbors – absolutely impossible? Could it be that we have been trying to place the oxygen mask in the wrong order – hoping to help or “fix” others before we ourselves have had a good snort of clean air? Could be…could be…

We’ll pick up here next time... Be well blessed.

The Width Of Gray, Part Four

Christian freedom is lived out in the ordinary. It is not a concept that is relegated to that nebulous realm of “god-talk” and “Christian-eze” so popular in the church. When some speak or sing of Christian freedom, they often refer to some unspecified region on their insides that somehow feels better because they are now a Christian. That is hopefully true. But, what I think they are really talking about is forgiveness – the “blessed assurance” - which admittedly, is a precursor of freedom, but not entirely what the Scriptures had in view.

When Jesus said these words: “If the Son shall make you free, you shall be free indeed,” John 8:36, it was shortly after He had forgiven a woman caught in adultery. This produced a spirited debate with the Pharisees – the keepers of lists.

When Paul wrote these words in Galatians 5:1 “It was for freedom that Christ set us free; therefore, keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery,” he was aiming, just as Jesus was aiming, at the law of lists.

Both of these passages place freedom in juxtaposition against a list of rules and regulations which were so burdensome that most people could not even remember them, let alone keep them. So, while Christian freedom is certainly an inward experience, the practical outworking of Christian freedom is expressed by how we live out our lives. The law was expressed by an outward conformity to rules and regulations. Christian freedom is expressed by spontaneity of actions that are Spirit-led, moment by moment. Sometimes this exercise of freedom requires great courage and great faith because the keepers of lists still draw air and they are willing and ready to pounce on one walking in freedom.

Let’s re-group for a moment so that I am not misunderstood. The writers of the New Testament are attempting to stretch our minds and hearts with a new concept that dwarfs the dusty and stifling life of list-keeping. In writing to Titus, just after berating once more the list-givers, Paul says to Titus, “To the pure, all things are pure; but to those who are defiled and unbelieving, nothing is pure, but both their mind and their conscience are defiled,” Titus 1:15. There is a freedom of movement deposited within the Christian that is nothing less than a life lived without lists. It is both a privilege and a responsibility to understand and exercise this freedom.

Christians who desire lists do so for a couple of reasons: 1) To give themselves a checklist against which they can measure themselves against others; and, 2) To press the limits of that list as far they can. That is human nature. The person desiring these lists may or may not be cognizant of these two reasons. If they are not, there is still a preservation of innocence and some hope for their eventual freedom. If they are, then their hearts are truly darkened and they are on the wrong side of Jesus.

Many Christian leaders and many churches are terrified of freedom because they have witnessed so much heartache and abuse when freedom is misused. That is understandable. But, to throw out the tenor of the entire New Testament by creating rules of behavior, in Paul’s words, “nullifies the gospel” and makes one “accursed.” Thus, if we are to err, we should always err on the side of freedom.

Now – is there bad behavior among Christians? Yes. Are there abuses of freedom? Yes. Is this pleasing to God? No. Or, as Paul would say, “God forbid!” How does God enact this freedom that many find so dangerous and, in their minds, irresponsible?

In his letter to the Galatians, Paul gives us a simple, straightforward answer. As we read what he says, we have to pay special attention to the order in which he phrases his words. Listen to this: “But I say, walk by the Spirit and you will not carry out the desires (lusts) of the flesh,” Galatians 5:16. Again, note the order. The mistake the church has made time and again is to reverse the order so it reads: “Don’t carry out the desires (lusts) of the flesh and you will be walking in the Spirit.” In other words, if you do this, this, and this – you will be a Spirit-filled Christian. It is a game of spiritual addition.

It doesn’t work that way. God’s Spirit is not meant to come upon us after we have fulfilled a list of do’s and don’ts. God’s Spirit is the prelude to a life well-lived – always. Our lists will always fall short of His righteous demands and the excesses of love, forgiveness, generosity, creativity and mercy that He asks us to demonstrate. To use a base analogy – He fills our tank before He asks us to drive. To do the opposite leaves us in the driveway making pretend car noises.

And, don’t forget this – the Spirit’s first name is Holy. The Holy Spirit is incapable of leading us to a place that is ever in violation of God’s desire for our lives. While the church has been busy creating and enforcing lists, it has missed its true calling – to teach people how to live in moment by moment dependency on the Spirit. Such dependency will lead us safely as we navigate the width of gray.

The Width Of Gray, Part Three

What is the width of gray – that area of freedom and responsibility given to the Christian that falls in between the solid lines of demarcation that say: “This is a non-negotiable wrong and this is a non-negotiable right?” It is an important question. Whole denominations and movements and sects are founded on this question.

In some denominations, women wear head-coverings because of, in my view, a misunderstanding of what Paul was communicating in I Corinthians 11. Ronald Sider relates a story in his readable and wonderful book, Genuine Christianity, in regard to the brutal conflict that sometimes arises between denominations when they brush too closely to one another. In Jerusalem, the church of the Holy Sepulcher, is a place where all Christian denominations gather to give honor to the place where Jesus was crucified, prepared for burial, and the tomb of Joseph of Arimathea, where Christ was laid. It seems that there is so much infighting between the Christians about who is the rightful steward of this holy site that a Muslim man has been given the responsibility of keeping the key to the door that unlocks the church. Dr. Sider once witnessed, during an Easter Service being held by the Roman Catholics, a priest from the Greek Orthodox Church march through and snuff out all of the Catholic candles. His reason? “Because the Catholics are using the wrong calendar and candles are not be lit until the proper date – which is found on our calendar!”

Such theological oddities bemuse and confuse the non-Christian world around us. Actually, such actions bemuse and confuse those who are Christ-followers as well. The faith “once-given” seems fractured beyond repair. What it takes to meet the requirements of church membership in various denominations necessitates not only an embrace of the orthodoxy (right doctrine) of a particular church, but also those things that have become elevated to the place of doctrine – the orthopraxy (right practice). One might believe all of the right things that one church preaches to get oneself to heaven, but if you happen to be toting the wrong translation of the Bible to church, or if you take a sip of wine with dinner, or if you go to an “R” rated movie – you are out.

Why do churches do this? There are many reasons that I could name – from a spirit of legalism, to theological ignorance, to mindless tradition, etc. Each of these would be simple enough upon which to elaborate. But my suspicion, having been on the inside of such subjective criteria, is that it has more to do with spiritual laziness and control.

Control is the easier one to define so I will begin with it. If a group of people have stacked hands on a code of behavior that to them “looks Christian” it is much easier to bend the teaching towards those goals. And, moreover, it is much easier to spot a slacker. “He is not like us,” is a common theme in many churches. Most often this judgment is dealt with, not in a direct way, but by the devil’s way, i.e. gossip and backbiting.

But what about the spiritual laziness which I believe to be the real culprit? What is that? Spiritual laziness is the practice of trading God’s voice in a given situation for a prescripted code of behavior. As I have walked with Christ now for many years, I have come to believe that there are many practices that are not necessarily right or wrong in and of themselves. I have also come to believe that there are many practices that are right or wrong based solely upon the situation. The only way to know the proper course of action based upon this area of gray is to hear God’s voice in the moment. Since it is easier to teach a prescripted code of behavior than it is to teach a person how to hear the voice of God – churches opt for the lowest common denominator. It is much less of a hassle. Let’s look at a couple of examples.

Is it wrong to drink wine? Before you answer that with a positive, remember that Jesus produced, in a moment, gallons and gallons of the stuff and then imbibed: so much so that He was called a glutton and a drunkard. If you don’t agree with having a glass of wine but happen to wear one of those “What Would Jesus Do?” bracelets, then I can rightly question your discipleship... Sinner!

How about the Sabbath? I was once torched up by a deacon who accused me of blaspheming the Sabbath because I announced that the youth group was going to play some football on a Sunday afternoon. He even went King James on me: “Ye shall remember the Sabbath to keep it holy.” I guess it was okay to watch others play professional football on the Sabbath because the whole deacon board talked about that incessantly. We went ahead with our game but I never received more than an icy, judgmental stare from this brother until I graduated from college and left that church. Paul’s take on these subjects was and is reasonable and freeing when he wrote: “Do not let anyone act as your judge in regard to food or drink or in respect to a festival or a new moon or a Sabbath Day.” Colossians 2:16

Why do we opt for codes of behavior over learning to hear the voice of God? Spiritual laziness is one reason. It takes effort to learn the art of walking in and by the Spirit of God. But there is another thing and I believe it has something to do with fear. What if I really begin to hear the voice of God? What inhuman thing might God ask me to do or to give up if I get so cozy with Him that He is actually leading me, moment by moment? C.S Lewis picks up this idea in his little book entitled: Letters To Malcom: Chiefly on Prayer.

"Much of our backwardness in prayer is no doubt due to our sins…And also to the very worst kind of “fear of God.” We shrink from too naked a contact, because we are afraid of the Divine demands upon us which it might make too audible. As some old writer says, “Many a Christian prays faintly lest God really hear him – which he – poor man, never intended.”

To explore the “width of gray” means committing oneself to grow up – to no longer be content and imprisoned with codes set forth by others. I am not preaching an immoral license to go and do anything one pleases. I will clear that up in the next post. What I am saying is that God is God and He will lead you and me in unexpected ways that press into that one great purpose of which the Apostle Paul spoke so eloquently in I Corinthians 9:20-23:

To the Jews, I became a Jew, that I might win Jews; to those under the Law, as under the Law, though not myself being under the Law; to those who are without law, as without law, though not being without the Law of God but under the law of Christ, that I might win those who are without law. To the weak, I became weak, that I might win the weak; I have become all things to all men, that I may by all means save some. And I do all things for the sake of the gospel, that I may become a fellow partaker of it.”

If you really grasp what it is Paul is saying, you mind find yourself being asked by God to either turn water into wine – or to pick up a bottle on your way to your friend’s house who doesn’t yet know Jesus. See you soon…