The Beginning of the Future…

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I haven’t been writing very much lately.  Work has pretty much consumed my life.  It’s easy to get caught up in charts and paperwork, and summaries, and [my lack of]  time management.  It’s a lot.  Last week was the Syracuse University commencement ceremony.  I didn’t go to the Dome, but went to the smaller ceremony in Hendrick’s Chapel on Thursday.  It was perfect;  the only one missing was my oldest daughter, but she gave me a Pandora bracelet, a rose, and a beautiful card, so we’re good.  I don’t feel like I graduated, though;  it’s hard when the ceremony is right after work;  I’m in the process of applying for graduate school, and God only knows (really) how it’s all getting paid for.  Or where it all leads to;  as soon as everything looks clear, there’s a change.  Not the graduate-from-high-school-go-to-Bible-college-and marry-a-pastor journey I thought I was taking.  At all.  The dust is settling, and two kids, one divorce and a lot of trauma later, all I can think is Wow.  What just happened?

When in doubt, go back to what you know.  The Word of God never changes;  His love and care for me never ends.  I was in a restaurant the other evening with a friend and another woman, and my friend and I were telling the younger woman how we came to know God.  I told her that our perception of God is defined by the need in our life at the moment of our encounter with Him;  I became a Christian in 1978 (I believe)  and as a young adolescent, I wasn’t coming out of a life of sin and wild living;  I was, for lack of a better word, quite a nerd.  And that moment was more about running into the arms of a loving father who would never leave me, because that was what I personally needed.  And that was and has been my relationship with God:  an absolute, unshakable certainty that he as my Father will always love, protect and guide me, even (and especially) when I don’t know what I’m doing, which is quite often.  I make a lot of mistakes;  if I ever stop to dwell on them, it’s humiliating and disabling.  And ever before me is the awareness that the people who come into my office feel much the same way.  Many, many suicidal people are simply too embarrassed to keep living.  Not just out in the world, but in the church.  And we don’t help, with our performance-driven acceptance of those who appear to have it all together.   Most days, I would rather face a demon than an usher, simply because I know I have authority over the demon, but the church staff has the power to define me based on what they see.  And they do, but not as much as they used to.  Things have quieted down quite a bit in the last year, which is a tremendous blessing.

So, the gown is hanging on the door in the bedroom, the diploma is on the kitchen table, and I’m off to do garage sales with my niece and her baby.  It’s an absolutely beautiful day out, and just for today life is good.  Really good.  Be blessed, people.

“Being Confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”   -Philippians 1:6

Holy Discontent

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“Why art thou cast down, O my soul?  and why art thou  disquieted within me?  hope in God:  for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.”    Psalm 43:5

In the verse above, the word ‘disquieted’ means to be anxious, uneasy, restless or dissatisfied.

The difficult part of being a Christian is that a soul in distress can be as much a sign of something wrong as it is a sign of something right.  Doing work every day that is not in line with your personal values is hard.  Working for someone who operates with a different theoretical and theological perspective is both frustrating  and discouraging.  I cry a lot.   Do I believe this was the right place at the right time?  Absolutely.  I’ve learned  a lot of things that will help me in the future;  very practical things.  I’ve worked with some amazing people and made good- very good- new friends.  My clients break my heart and make me laugh, sometimes in the same sentence.  They are precious, precious people, to me and to their Father God.  (Even if they don’t yet know Him as Father.)

I read somewhere this week that we do discipleship backwards.  That in the early days of the church, discipleship was a process whereby people came to believe.  That through the method of asking, and being answered, and taught, and searching, revelation and knowledge were revealed.  Today we have drive-through salvation.  (And probably why we have a lot of recovery groups.)  In my early days in my present church, I was listening to a Pastoral Counselor during the week, and the Pastor during the weekend service.  It was quickly evident that the two were not at all congruent most of the time.  And even more evident was the fact that the teaching during services was more helpful, and much healthier than  the expensive archeological digs.  There was more fruit.  Which is why it is so difficult to tell in the moment if we are doing the right thing.  Fruit takes time to develop. The fine art of counseling, like true discipleship, lies in making it possible for hidden things to surface and come to light.

The word health in the verse above is the Hebrew word yeshuah, which means salvation, or safety.  This verse is repeated twice, once in Psalm 42  (verse 11) and again in Psalm 43.  In his distress, David asks himself the same question twice, and twice he comes to the same conclusion.    This is congruence.  This is the kind of soul-searching questioning that produces the rich soil required for growing fruit.  Pastoral counseling should be the kind that prepares us for growth.  It should be a form of discipleship;  if it were, the soil would be prepared during the counseling session, and the seed would be sown during the teaching.   The fruit would be evident;  in clinical terms, we wouldn’t relapse as often.  We would not only grow, we would reproduce.  In counseling, this is what those in the clinical fields would call ‘evidence-based’ treatment:  there would be evidence that the process is working.  Without evidence, or fruit,  there is no testimony.  We as Christians, as representatives of Christ, cannot overcome with out two things; one of which is the word of our testimony.  “This is how I used to think;  this is how I think now.”  “This is how I used to act, but this is how I act now.”  “That is something I would have said or done in the past;  now I know better.”  This is fruit.

Michael Scanlon writes in his book Inner Healing  “Frequently, people have others pray for them, asking for tranquility, calmness, stability, understanding, tolerance, joy, freedom from anxiety, resentments, or guilt  but nothing appears to happen.”  (Ever stood in one of those prayer lines?)  He continues:  “People are naturally inclined to seek after such desirable goods the way they would academic degrees, business success, or physical development with the additional point that they seek through God rather than through other [people].  This is not the way to inner healing by the Lord.”

I feel better now.  Have a Blessed and productive weekend, people.

Walking in Wisdom

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Today was a difficult day.  Too much to do, too little time.  Hard to remember sometimes that this is only a part of the journey, not the whole thing.  This day, this season, will not last forever. I have been through difficult seasons before and come out stronger, and hopefully wiser.  Some day this, too, will pass.  But for now, at this moment, all of the visions, and positive affirmations in the world are not going to change the fact that some days are really just hard to get through.  And today was one of those days.  Some prayer warrior I am.  What does help, however, is knowing that I have a hiding place in God that is safe, and quiet, and comforting.  “Under the shadow of His wings…”

I am in awe of my clients.  They are amazing people, who have been through so much, but they keep coming, and keep trying. Some of them know God, and some of them don’t.  But to sit and listen to their stories, and their hurts and struggles, and to know that God has placed me there for such a time as this, with all of my own faults and shortcomings, is both humbling and strengthening.  They are a part of my healing, whether they know it or not.  Most don’t.  But I do know it, and I owe them so much.  Even the ones who don’t know God are used by Him, and are there exactly when I need a reminder that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.  For today, at least.  And if they can get up and keep going, so can I.  But first, I’m going to rest.  Tomorrow, it’s back to the battlefield.

Random Thoughts on a Saturday Morning

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A couple of  months ago, a young man fresh from Bible College was testing his wings by doing the Sunday morning message at church, and he kept making the statement  that before you can serve, you have to be healed.  Anyone who has ever recovered from any type of trauma knows that there is a point in healing that requires action.  Like physical therapy for the soul.

Someone asked me recently if I’m healed. Tough question to answer;  it’s not a closed-done-with-all-that–once-and-for-all-process.  People usually think we’re healed if we’re up and walking.  We know better.  I have days that are better than others.  I’m closer to God because of the hurt than I ever was without it.  Not that I ever want to go through it again, but realistically, this is life.  From the moment our feet hit the floor in the morning, we have absolutely no idea what that day holds.  We think we’re healed, but one phone call or careless comment can rip the scab off a wound faster than we thought possible.

So, am I healed?  Of course not, not completely. I believe I’m in a healing process, but that’s what healing is: growth of new cells, new tissue, renewed strength.  Maybe that’s why the person sort of irked me;  he’s  young, zealous, and life hasn’t hit him square in the face yet.  Healing is a process; it happens over time, and in layers, like the growth rings on a tree.  Those rings come with time and age, and the more there are, the stronger the tree is. God can heal instantly and miraculously, but quick healings don’t result in instant maturity and character growth.  God does want us to prosper, and He does want us happy, but sometimes He defines that differently than we do, especially because our definition of happiness and health does not usually include a spiritual perspective.

Dualism reigns in our culture, in the classroom and at the altar.  Much of what we do in church is more Cultural than Biblical, from the way we make ‘leaders’ to the way we do membership.  All of the things that happen between the car and the sanctuary: the ushering, the greeting, the ropes closing people out, the locking of doors, and the use of technology, are culture.  I’m not saying they’re not sometimes necessary or beneficial, but let’s be clear: “Decently and in order” is a Biblical mandate;  “Law before Love” is not.  Maybe what needs to be emphasized is the ‘decently’ part.  Maybe people would heal faster.  We love the ‘in order’ part because our inner lives are a mess, and when we can’t control our feelings, we control our counter tops.  Or people.

Okay.  My daughter is out of the shower, my coffee cup is empty, and it’s time to do Saturday.  God help me.  Have a blessed and wise day, people.

Soul Ties

A soul-tie is a memory keeper.  It’s an object that brings to mind a memory of a person, place, or event.  It can also be a sight, or sound that resurrects, or evokes, that part of our soul that holds our past, and everything along our journey that has woven us together into who we are today.

Years ago, when I first heard the term ‘soul-tie’ it was used by a friend who wanted her boyfriend to get rid of everything he owned that was a reminder of a past relationship.  While this is a good idea (especially for boyfriends who value their lives) what soon becomes evident is the fact that the memory is still there.  And getting rid of an object doesn’t get rid of a memory of a person, or a place.  Or, for that matter, of an event, however good, bad, or traumatic.

Memory is embedded in the very base of our brain;  fragments of it float up through our dreams and frequently invade our consciousness.  No amount of therapy, however skilled the counselor is, can make it go away.

Is it important to get rid of old objects, pictures, or anything that is a constant reminder of a bad place in our journey?  Sure it is.  As long as we don’t think that just by throwing things away, we have completely ‘cleaned house’.  Anyone who has ever grieved a loss, whether by death, divorce, or rejection, knows that getting rid of an object doesn’t erase a memory.  And therein lies the problem- the memory alone quite often is the soul-tie.  It’s that space between you-and-me, and who-am-I-now-without-you.  It is the essence of a relationship we have, or had with a person or place.  It’s what and who we relate to.  And, for that matter, how we relate.  This is the underlying idea behind Attachment Theory, and Attachment Disorders.  (Meaning that the way some people attach to people, places, and things is disordered, random, or extreme.)

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Not all soul-ties are bad.  Memory books, journals, scrapbook albums, and photos represent the people, places and things that we have loved and/or lost.  An entire industry is built on soul-ties;  our investment in our relationships is reflected in our investment in paper goods.  Attachment theory is obviously more than just a theory!  It verifies what we already know- how healthy we are is both determined by, and reflected in our relationships.  Not only with other people, but with God.  And that is where the healing of memories takes place- in our relationship with God.  Once we ‘clean house’ so to speak, that empty space makes room for healthy attachments, first to God, and ourselves, and then outward to those around us.  As we come to know the love of God for us as individuals, and became stable and steady through knowledge of the Word of God, which renews our minds, we see that growth in our attachments to people, places and things.  We get a healthy sense of what to keep, and what to let go of.  We just know.  The more we let go of, the easier it is to breathe.   As one of my clients said last week “I just feel lighter.”  Whole rooms open up, not only in our homes, but in our souls.  Our agenda changes.  Our schedule has margin in it.  There is time not just for people, but to record and chronicle new memories.  “And God saw that it was good.”  –Genesis 1

True Leadership

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“Christian leaders cannot simply be persons who have well-informed opinions about the burning issues of our time.  Their leadership must be rooted in the permanent, intimate relationship with the incarnate Word, Jesus, and they need to find there the source for their words, advice and guidance….Dealing with burning issues easily leads to divisiveness because, before we know it, our sense of self is caught up in our opinion about a given subject.  But when we are securely rooted in personal intimacy with the source of life, it will be possible to remain flexible but not relativistic, convinced without being rigid, willing to confront without being offensive, gentle, and forgiving without being soft, and true witnesses without being manipulative.”  -Henri Nouwen

Mary’s Christmas Dream

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“I had a dream, Joseph.  I don’t understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son.  I think that was what it was all about.  The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks.  They had decorated the house and bought new clothes.  They’d gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts.  It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren’t for our Son.  They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree.  Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house.  They’d decorated the tree also.  The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments.  There was a figure on the top of the tree.  It looked like an angel might look.  Oh, it was beautiful.  Everyone was laughing and happy.  They were all excited about the gifts.  They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, but not to our Son.  I don’t think they even knew Him.  They never mentioned His name.  Doesn’t it seem odd for people to go to all that trouble to celebrate someone’s birthday if they don’t know Him.  I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding.  Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so happy, but it made me want to cry.  How sad for Jesus – not to be wanted at his own birthday party.  I’m glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.”      –Author Unknown

“Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,”  which is translated, “God with us.”            -Matthew 1:23

Hold the drama…..please.

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We spend an awful lot of time as Christians ‘casting out’ bad habits and ‘rebuking’ bad manners.  More often than not,  miracles come not in a dramatic scene in the front of the church, but in the privacy of our everyday lives.  Sometimes deliverance is a matter of getting out of bed,  making the coffee, opening the front door, and facing the world. It may be making a phone call,  an appointment, or actually opening the bills, and possibly even paying them. Not as romantic, maybe, but to the legions of demons waiting to stop us (lest, God forbid, we overcome those bad habits and actually do something with our lives) much more threatening.  Sudden miracles do not generally make for mature, wise people.

So, instead of screeching “I rebuke you!” with pointed finger, and mock authority to everyone who irritates us, let’s just relax.  A little bit.  Take a breath, count to ten, or whatever works for you, and let it go.  Save it for the real battles; they will come.  Tearing down strongholds is tedious work, and requires facing some harsh reality.  That shouldn’t mean being harsh with each other.  Or ourselves, for that matter.  A little grace goes a long way

“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God, to the pulling down of strongholds; casting down imaginations and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God.” 

Welcoming a New Season

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Fall Decor

“Through skillful and godly Wisdom  is a house (a life, a home, a family) built, and by understanding it is established [on a sound and good foundation]”  ~Proverbs 24:3   (Amplified)

I’ve been cleaning and organizing, and getting my house in order for fall.  And you know what?  I hang on to a lot of stuff I don’t need and will never use.  I spent most of this week sitting on the floor of the spare room upstairs, going through piles of paper, notebooks, photos, scrap-booking supplies, school papers, etc.  And, I have a new hobby:   I have discovered that I love to shred paper.  It’s fun, and incredibly therapeutic.

I love putting on a pot of coffee, and spending a day organizing and rearranging rooms;  putting away summer stuff, and pulling out all of the autumn decorations:  candles, pumpkins, mums.  (For some reason, I remember my grandmother planting purple mums in the bedpans she brought home from the hospital.)  Add family, music, food, or sports on the TV, and it makes for a perfect fall weekend.

I don’t do the flowers-in-the-bedpan thing, but I do play Christmas music in September, because my mother always did.  And we bake:  pumpkin bread, cut-out cookies in fall shapes with leaf sprinkles, brownies.   And it feels like home.  It’s not perfect, and a lot of our stuff is handed down treasure, and it isn’t all perfectly organized the way I want it  (in my dream home everything is freshly painted, the projects are all finished, and the photos are all neatly and beautifully organized into themed scrapbooks) but it does finally feel like a home.  It is home, and I am grateful and blessed.

Part of bringing order to your life is taking care of all of the details, like the things you own, store, and have to maintain.  Some of it involves sitting down and taking an eye-opening look at your financial situation.  What things do you buy mindlessly?  Can you go home and take what you have and rearrange it, or pull things out of cabinets and closets and decide to either let it go, or use it?  Exactly how many rainy days do you plan on having?    When you go into a store and look at a display, instead of thinking “How can I buy that?”  think instead:  “What do I already own that I could use to recreate that look at home?”  You don’t need as much as you think.  Filling a cart at T.J. Maxx with beautiful items and putting it all on a credit card is not prosperity.  (Although it can feel like it.)  Prosperity is knowing that all your bills are paid and you have money left over to pay cash for the items in your cart.  The money you save by not buying things can be used to pay down existing debt;  this is part of getting ready to be able to minister in the future. Get your house in order;  get your storehouses (bank accounts) in order.  Free up time, space, and finances as part of your ‘getting ready.’  But don’t get so caught up that you forget to spend time in study and prayer.  That is still to be the priority.

“For where your treasure is, there will be your heart also.”   ~Matthew 6:21

 

Dropping Mephibosheth

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Success magazine did a cover story in 2009 on Michael J. Fox.  In a section of the article titled  ‘Opportunity in adversity’ he said that he has “made the most of the head start one gains from being underestimated.”   I love that.  Absolutely powerful.

There was an elder in the church who once told me  (in a scene worthy of an Emmy-Award-winning daytime drama)  that she prays for me.  “And do you know why I pray for you, Stacey?  Because I ALWAYS pray for the underdog.”  What on earth do you say to something like that?  Gee, thanks?

No matter how much we love, admire, or look up to someone, we cannot let them define who we are.  One of the most powerful things I have ever heard someone say is that if you let others define you, you will forever have to live within the limits of their definition.  I think that is also what Michael J. Fox was saying.

The story of Mephibosheth is a story about shame and restoration. The name Mephibosheth literally means ‘destroying shame’.  When I first came to this church, one of the very first things I heard the pastor say was “if the enemy can get you in the area of shame, it will be impossible for you to walk in faith.”   This is so true.  And like Mephibosheth, many of us will go through life and enter Heaven with a limp.  But in the end, God has promised  that he has prepared in advance a place for us at His table.

“And David said unto him, Fear not:  for I will surely show thee kindness for Jonathan thy father’s sake, and will restore to thee all the land of Saul thy father;  and thou shalt eat bread at my table continually.”  2 Samuel 9:7