Still here…

No worries, Israel and I are still here. He’s on tour and moving, and I am so busy I barely have time to breathe.

New posts coming soon.

Like a ton of bricks.

I don’t know anything about Simone Weil (other than what I just read about her on Wikipedia), but holy crap is this good:

“Christ likes us to prefer truth to himself, because before being Christ, he is truth. If one turns aside from him to go towards the truth, one will not go far before falling into his arms.”

That is all.

new years resolutions are for the birds

I have been asked several times since the new year what my resolutions are. I keep saying that I don’t really have any, besides reminders to get in shape, eat better, smoke less, read more, ect. Speaking of reading, I have been doing a lot of that recently and realizing how much I don’t know, especially about theology, anyone that knows me knows that’s pretty important to me. I have a grasp on what my core spiritual values are, but I have a whole list of issues that I’d like to have a solid dogma about. I think I’m pretty good about being comfortable with being ‘wrong’ but there are some things I’d at least like to explore before I commit to my wrongness. Here’s a short list:
-creationism and the implications thereof
-pacifism/war
-the quakers
-the sacredness of Hell
-Revelation
-homosexuality & issue 8
-vigilanteism/ethics/batman

~wrestleswithGod

Open Wide Your Hearts

Maybe I’m writing this because I am still on a high from my small group a couple days ago—or maybe because my pastor has been preaching on it for the last three weeks—but I think it’s high time that we all start ripping our hearts open. 

I have been reflecting on how easy it is as a culture to close ourselves off. I think we can easily go through life having nothing but superficial conversation. How easy is it for someone to see someone they might even be close to and having  ”hey, how are you? Fine. How are you? Fine.” kind of conversation? In turn, we end up bottling up the smallest—all the way to the biggest things. 

Two nights ago, twelve of us spent nearly three hours encouraging each other. We literally went around the room one by one, and just told each person how we felt about them, just to make them feel good. You could feel the warmth in the room. It was an amazing feeling, being blessed and blessing others. To see tears flow and to see eyes light up, and to see people really get in touch with their true identities is incredible. 

This doesn’t just apply to encouragement though. It also applies to other things, like confession. This is a hard one. I mean, it’s our nature as humankind to not tell people things. Even people we trust. As children, when you are doing something wrong, and you get called out on it, what do you do? Lie about it? Check. Run and hide because you know you are guilty? Check. Blame someone else? Check. From our childhood, we are ingrained with this type of mentality. If you are doing something that goes against what you believe at your very core (or what you were taught to believe), you don’t tell anyone about it. Because then you might be embarrassed, or get into trouble.

Or maybe someone might think a little less of you. 

The thing we don’t see, from that early age on into adult life, is that if we DO just come out with it, with what we did—or who we are—the understanding usually flows like a river. At least the consequences aren’t as high.

If I told my mom that I was doing “X”, maybe my punishment would be “y” instead of “Y”.

If I told my best friend that I am struggling with “X”, maybe my heart will be healed in “y”-time instead of “Y”-time. 

Dustin Kensrue of Thrice said it best in my opinion: “But until then all of our scars will still remain, but we’ve learned that if we’ll open the wounds and share them then soon they start to heal. As long as we live, every scar is a bridge to someone’s broken heart, and there’s no greater love than that one shed his blood for his friends.”

Let’s do this together. Let’s open wide our hearts. Let’s be a little more vulnerable, even if it stings a bit.

A Dummy’s Guide to Rediscovering Your Faith-This is a long one

(Disclaimer: we are trying something new with this post. Both of us are weighing in on this subject. Hope it’s not too confusing. Israel’s part is italicised, Collin’s is Bold)

I have been mauling the idea of salvation over and over in my mind in the last two months. This is something that has already turned my world upside down, both in how I perceive scripture and how I perceive other people. I have been putting this off for a long time, namely because I wanted to have a few answers before I brought the idea up, but I’ve frankly tired of having these ideas bouncing around my head followed with nothing but the sound of their own echoes. So, enough with the foreplay:

A Dummy’s guide to rediscovering your faith

Let me clear that I have faith in Christ. I trust there’s a God. I have experienced multiple instances in my life that led me to believe that It’s real and It’s a sentient, feeling, deity. I believe It has revealed Itself through scripture and it seems to line up with my experiences so before you start thinking I’m pointing towards some kind of mystical universalism, I have chosen the life of a Christian (more on ‘the U word’ later, promise). However I have been going through what I’d like to call a reconstruction period in my faith that took a level of razing to start over including lots of questioning, journaling, research, new Bible purchasing, coffee shop discussions, podcast subscribing, chat sessions, more new Bible purchasing and so forth. This is important to me and I’m not willing to let a part of myself die by the wayside because it’s too heavy or difficult to think about. Or maybe I’m not as smart as Joe Agnostic or Jane Nihilist and am still entertained by the pursuing of truth. So be it.

A few questions: What is salvation? If you are a christian, how would you describe the term salvation as it pertains to your personal experience? Would you describe it as an act of redemption, would it be a constant ongoing journey or would it simply be a name-tag you picked up in the church lobby (Hello, my name is atonement)? I am finding that the more I look at what it means to be a sinner saved by grace the more questions about it have regarding the how/why/what’s it really mean without the stigmas we have attached to it in our christian-ese culture (ex: nowhere in the Bible does it say accept the Lord into your heart to be your personal Lord and saviour). I’m not arguing that point necessarily, but I wonder how we got to the point where a phrase like that equals living a life Jesus led by example for us to walk in every day. That kind of jargon is not digested by my mind. In one hole, out the other.

SO. Let me go back about half a year ago when the seeds of these ideas were being planted. I was having a nice chat/conversation with a friend of mine online who is in seminary interning as a chaplain at a hospital and was sharing with me some insight from his line of work. We got to the point of ministering with people that were lonely, sick or dying and he said something akin to “I’m amazed by the number of people I have talked to that have simply never heard the gospel”. This struck me as odd since he was at the time in rural Indiana, one of the more conservative buckles of America’s bible belt. I soon realized what he meant was that the only gospel that our christian culture has worked hard at spreading (notice I did not say sharing) is not good news, which is the literal translation of the word. It’s a conditional statement, an invitation to join in a religious organization for a small one-time payment of your belief, whether you believe or not. Belief in my opinion is not a choice—it’s a statement, an acknowledgement of conviction. He went on describing how he talked to people who had given up hope, who had given in to depression and misery and the literal change of demeanor when they heard that someone actually loved them and died for them. End of statement. No decision cards or contracts to sign pledging their devotion and money, simply the GOOD NEWS. If the Bible is true about God’s holy spirit being amongst us than it’s also true that it’s that same holy spirit that draws peoples minds and beliefs to God, not our conversion methods.

That was a big change in my perception of salvation, that it’s not our job to twist peoples arm using guilt or fear mongering (Hell anyone?), but the Holy Spirit’s. But questions remained. What did that mean about life and death, regarding eternal destination? What if that person dies and I didn’t get a chance to lead him down the Roman’s Road or say the Sinner’s Prayer? I say that cynically but not maliciously. I don’t mean to mock the things that we have all been raised in, but I would like to pose a question that was hard for me to answer because it seemed (at first) be to completely contradictory to everything I grew up believing about Christianity:

What if God already saved us all inclusively instead of exclusively? My salvation wouldn’t be dependent on my belief, but on the sacrifice Christ paid for all time, past and present for all people (this reminds me of a previous writing regarding the prodigal son regarding what we deserve versus what Christ gives us). It wouldn’t seem fair, but is that because we are pious and demand equal pay or because God’s grace isn’t enough? I challenged myself to wrestle with this question for a long time and found myself starting to look at the world differently. Instead of seeing a world of people I needed to convert and souls to win, I started to see people that are in the same boat I am, that need love and don’t know they’re loved.

I know what you’re thinking: this guy is on a one way train to sell-outville. Christian Universalism doesn’t exactly sound like good ”dinner with the relatives” conversation. I wrestle with that too, because peoples opinions are important to me (see Collin’s post #1). I’ve already anticipated the backlash. I have my reservations still and am weighing a lot of it, but right now this is where I’m at.

-wrestleswithGod (Israel)

If your head doesn’t hurt from reading Israel’s thoughts there, then you are a better person than I. I feel like my brain is about to explode.

This is a subject that I have been putting a lot of thought into recently as well. I have been having a lot of discussions, listening to a lot of sermons, and reading a lot of Wikipedia articles (come on, I don’t have a whole lot of time to read. At least it gives you the gist of things, right?). I am not sure that I am as far swayed in one direction than another, but I am just kind of trying to broaden my mindset more. Open up my thought process a little.

Let me, like Israel, say this first: I am a professed follower of Christ. The God of the Bible is the deity that I believe is real, and I believe His Word is true, relevant, and perfect (not necessarily perfectly interpreted, however, but that is a totally different discussion for a different day). I believe that Jesus’ teachings and lifestyle is THE perfect way to live. That’s the top level of what I believe.

I started thinking about Heaven and Hell. In Jesus’ teachings, he never really uses the word “hell” to describe a place that is underground, with a bunch of skinny dudes in red jumpsuits running around with pitchforks. The “hell” he talks about is the place outside the city wall where the trash is burned and the lepers are forced to live. He describes Hell simply as a place where no one wants to be. Now there are definitely scriptures (Matthew 13:40-43, for example) that I believe are speaking of a supernatural place of rest, so I am not convinced of the lack thereof. I am not convinced of Universalist thought. What I am convinced of is that we are missing the point.

My friend Asa and I were discussing this a few weeks ago. He was talking about how we, as Christians trying to “convert” the world to our lifestyle, put way too much emphasis on Heaven and Hell. I couldn’t agree more. Jay Bakker said in a recent message, “if we make life about Heaven and Hell, we make life Hell. And maybe Heaven for us.” When Jesus told us to “go and make disciples of all nations,” was he telling us to go and make people feel bad and wrong about their lives, and scare them into believing in him? Personally, as hard as I have tried my whole 18 years of being a follower of Jesus, I can’t make myself believe this.

I believe Jesus’ point was this: there is a better Way to live. Now THAT is some good news. I believe that God wants what is best for us. Jesus paved the way for it. Regardless of if I believe that if I don’t accept this, I will suffer eternally, or if Christ’s death automatically entitled everyone to an eternal rest with my heavenly Father, I know that God wants us to step into this abundant life. I think that if we spend a little more time loving people, and letting them know that they are loved, and letting them know there is a much, much better way too live than anything they have ever known (Christians: this statement applies to you too), instead of being eager for the damnation of people who don’t subscribe to our ideologies, we might be one step closer to the peace that we all long for. I think Jesus said it best:

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” – John 10:10 (NASB)

-Collin

Fair and Fair alike

I Might Be Wrong 12/19/08

Luke 15:11-32

The Parable of the Prodigal son is one of the most celebrated parables Jesus ever told and with good reason. It is simply a story of grace and unconditional love. 

For most of us the focus is on the main character having thrown his fathers fortune away and come back crawling and given a second chance at life. As I read and study it again, my focus was diverted not to the prodigal, but to the other son. I have waited patiently, I have stuck around even when I doubted, I have devoted my life to You and You let my kid brother who takes and takes and takes and takes back into our house to squander more. Does this make sense?

I say no, it does not.

I believe passionately that the Lord calls us to be fair and just with our fellow man. I also believe that those few that believe this is an absolute commandment also don’t follow it absolutely. We pick and choose who we want to treat just and fairly, instead of the unconditional love our father has presented as an example. I see this in every area of my life, from who I’m nice to at work to who gets a wave of forgiveness when a traffic mistake happens and who gets a finger.

So, I write all of this without a direct point or moral of the story besides the idea that maybe we are eager for damnation of others (thanks for the phrasing, Jay Baker). What about us inclines us to think that we deserve so much more than this spoiled kid? This is a story that takes the ideas that you get what you pay for and totally flips it on it’s head. If I work for 8 hours at my job and only get paid for 6, you bet your ass I’m going to file some kind of complaint, because it’s fair. It’s also fair that the older son in the story gets the house to him self and he can keep his action figure collection in his brothers room.

What the son deserves is to be expelled and sent on his way. What he gets is the royal treatment, even more so than the one that never left. That’s challenging. Of course were supposed to be happy he came back and it’s a happy ending and all’s well that ends well, but is that just? Thank God, it’s not. I have deflowered the sacred commandment of God by my judgement of my brother alone, let alone that time I watched a dirty movie online (only once, I swear). 

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I want to lose this idea of entitlement. I want to lose this idea of ‘but I did this’ or ‘I never left’ (in my best Veruca Salt impression) and get to the place where I can be comfortable in knowing that it’s not my call to make. It’s not up to me, it’s in my father’s hands and forever will be. I hope the Lord gives me strength to rejoice as He does when things aren’t fair and reconciliation is found is the arms of a loving father. May I be a brother of forgiveness and joy to celebrate the Good ‘and not always fair’ news.

~wrestleswithGod

Wrestles with God: A short intro

When Collin asked me if I wanted to help write on here I said ‘absolutely’ without missing a beat. Ask him, it’s true. I feel like we are very much on a similar journey; one neither of us are completely ready for mentally but tend to see it blossom whenever we combine our ideas together. “Iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens another.” Proverbs 27:17 (NAS) I noticed this in the home group we both attend that when there’s an idea that floats around the the group and it has a chance to pass through everyone’s hands it becomes this rich, organic, almost sentient being. Basically I see this as a way to do that in written form and create a sense of dialogue via silly theological and cultural ideas. Also, I’m freshly single and find myself with more time to myself than I’m used to.

Damn, it’s late. I went and drank about 50 shots of espresso at work again.

~I

Change? Already?

I know, I know. I have only posted one entry since starting Words last week. And now I am going to get on here and tell you something is changing. In fact, I am quite excited to tell you this. 

Israel Beachy and I have been really good friends for a couple years now. You may know him from his years as bass player for Staple, or in his current band, Disciple. Anyhow, I consider him one of my best friends and I couldn’t be happier to tell all of you that he will be joining me in writing for Words. Israel and I see eye to eye on most everything, and when we don’t, we have an incredible mutual respect for each other’s opinions. 

I am quite excited for the discussions and the insight that will come from turning this from something more personal to more of a collective thought process. I hope you are too. 

Welcome, Israel.

Confidence is (not) key.

Man, I am a fucking asshole.

Ever learn something about yourself way too late to fix anything? I was confronted with my own insecurity the other night in a conversation with my wife. I have always known the whole over-confidence to fill the void left by insecurity idea. I couldn’t tell you how many times Ciara and I have been driving down the highway and see some guy in his monster truck and joking to ourselves “well, he is sure making up for something.” I get it. There are two kinds of confidence. Confidence that says “I know that I am better than insecurity,” and confidence that says “I am incredibly insecure.”

At least I think I get it.

I recently found out that much of my confidence lies in the latter option. I like to think that I am better than my insecurity. I like to think that I have been totally healed of the wounds and curses placed on me by a “father figure” in my childhood. I like to think I am over it, and that I’m a better man. I know that I am better than my insecurity.

No I don’t. 

I am cocky. I’m a dickhead. I’m judgemental. I am a fucking asshole. And if I’m not saying it, I’m thinking it. Most of the time, completely unconsciously. My wife tells me about hurt that she has been feeling for a long time, and I ask her “why haven’t you told me this? I wish you would have told me a long time ago.” Then the bomb drops. “You didn’t listen to me when I have, and if I try, you just get defensive and make my feelings completely invalid.” Instantly I realize that I act like I have everything together. I act like I have all the answers. I act like I haven’t swept years upon years of rejection under the carpet. I act like I don’t care what people think about me. 

James 5:16 says “Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.” I have a lot to learn still, obviously. But being thrown off my high-horse violently has at least got the wheels turning. 

Here is something I have been working on that illustrates this in the simplest way possible (click to see larger):

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