I'm able to
see something a little more clearly now.
Looking back,
I see how Jesus entered my life last fall and my absorption with Him eclipsed my life.
That line
from the hymn, "Turn your eyes toward Jesus, look full in His wonderful
face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory
and grace," perfectly describes it.
But life
doesn't go away and life isn't a side issue; it is the issue. So eventually, I
experienced a kind of intense internal conflict.
When the time
was right, Jesus perfectly resolved this conflict by teaching me to find Him in
my own life.
So, it was as
though Jesus took my life as I knew it away from me by absorbing it into
Himself, and all I could see and all I could long for was Him.
And then He
gave my life back to me, but full of His own life.
Longing for
Jesus drives me deeper into the exact time and place and people and tasks of
this moment of my life, which means that I live in it fully and fully in Him at
the same time. They are mutually fulfilling.
Looking back,
I can see that He's been teaching me this all along, all my life. I'll probably
have to learn this again, and maybe even again. That's okay though, because
each time, my understanding deepens.
February 4, 2012
Unpublished, Adoption
What a day.
We had
friends over.
They've
recently had a baby girl, in addition to their four year old girl. Both were
conceived after several rounds on clomid.
Probably
because of this, the mother is simply unable to understand why I would not want
to aggressively pursue more infertility treatments. It always comes up in
conversation.
"So you
want to hold her?" asks this woman, temptingly. "I'll bet it makes
you want one of your own."
"I don't
see why you and Keith don't want to just keep trying," she said.
"Doesn't
adoption take such a long time? I have friends who were supposed to receive a
baby last summer and they're still waiting," she said.
My choice to
give up infertility treatments where I did is somewhat unusual, I believe, so
I'm used to fielding at least a certain amount of questions on the matter, but
for some reason, this woman just produces in me this feeling of being
oppressed.
I don't know
how to describe it other than that. I feel more and more beaten down. She talks in such a soft voice. She seems so friendly, but all my
joy at the upcoming adoption begins to drain out of me. It's not that I
question my decision, it's just that I feel pressed down, further and further.
The funny
thing is, Keith and I are getting more excited about adoption. In
fact, this morning we bought the folder that we'll use to keep all our
documents organized for our dossier. We talked
more about adopting siblings. We talked about the joy of introducing our
children to their new home- the park and the school and their room. (At this point, we were planning on international adoption for slightly older children.)
I was expecting to be able to share this joy with this woman, but in the end,
when I talked about it, my tone of voice was firm and almost defensive.
"Next
month," I stated, "when we get the loan..."
Etc, etc. All my remarks had to be planted down firmly as though against on coming pressure.
And then it
hit me. She will never consider our children to actually be members of our
family. It is beyond her ability to understand.
Some people
in life will never be able to grasp who you are or where you are coming from. They just simply can't. It won't compute for them. It's like two people who
speak two different languages. They are talking, but they are not
communicating.
This happens
to me a lot because my life has sent me out far to
the edges, or farther into the depths than generally experienced.
I'm fine with
that, but it was jarring to consider that this complete blank wall would also
be extended, from time to time, to my children.
This ended up
bothering me less than I thought it would, because I don't think of my children
as mine. They aren't extensions of me, even if I'd given birth to them.
They belong
to their Father and to their own future. They pass through my life. They
spend some time with me and I with them and both of us grow and are forever
changed, but they aren't my possessions. They were always uniquely created by Jesus.
Getting through the afternoon was exhausting and whenever I leaned into
Jesus, I almost burst into tears,
because I've learned to let go each time I rest in Him, and to just... release
whatever I've been holding onto, because He is always the safe place.
Jesus is like an
anchor in the soul, steady and sure, no matter the stuff that goes on around me,
no matter how long those waves keep coming.
February 6, 2012 Unpublished
Lately, I
often feel Jesus put His hands on my waist. As soon as I feel this, I am
grounded and claimed.
Last night, I
was caught up in His love. I floated in it, was all in the warm heart of it.
Each time I breathed, I meditated on the fact that it was as much His breath as
mine, that my life and His are that much in union.
I thought of
David saying, You have hidden me in the secret places of Your tabernacle, which
is sort of what it feels like, or like being under the shadow of His wings.
I said to
Jesus, "You are my God, I have no other God beside You, You alone are my God."
Because I was
thinking of the half time show and that strange performance by Madonna, that
was evocative of small gods.
And
immediately Jesus replied, And you are My girl, or My own, or My loved little one. It wasn't
a word, it was a concept that contained all those meanings, and I felt so shy at hearing this, it was as though I ducked my head away while He was still speaking.
Jesus kept putting His face close to mine. Sometimes I could receive this closeness and sometimes I was too shy. I
could feel myself caught up tightly and warmly in His arms, as if He had wound
them around my waist and was holding me firmly.
This morning,
I was worried, again, about parenting, especially school choices.
"I have
no idea how to be a parent,' I confessed to Him.
I do, Jesus replied, perfectly calm and assured.
February 6, 2012
A couple
nights ago, I was reading in Luke, and I got to a parable and as usual, I
didn't get the gist of it.
Some times
reading those things is just like staring at a blank wall. I'm too
close up to see the pattern, or something.
I think:
"I should know this. How can I not know what He's talking about in
this?"
Then I
noticed the first line again. It said, "And He spoke a parable to
them."
A parable. A
single parable. Suddenly, I realized the possibility that all those
sayings might be pulled together to illustrate one cohesive concept.
So, I tried
reading it like that, from Luke 6:39 to the end of the chapter.
And I saw it
differently. Here's what I saw:
"And He
also spoke a parable to them: “A blind man cannot guide a blind man, can he?
Will they not both fall into a pit?"
I
wondered anxiously, who is blind? How do we know who is blind?
How do I know
I'm not blind? That would be a good thing to know, right?
Then I read
further.
"A pupil
is not above his teacher; but everyone, after he has been fully trained, will
be like his teacher."
Okay, so
maybe a pupil who thinks he is above his teacher is blind. Who is Jesus talking
to right here? He's talking to His disciples.
What do you
want to bet that some of His disciples were trying to lead some of their fellow
disciples?
Maybe even a
few of them were all like: "Well, all this mercy and forgiveness is good
so far as it goes, but eventually, people have to be made to be good. What Joe
Disciple is doing is just not right, and if Jesus won't nip that in the bud,
well, I will. And don't even get me started on all these sinners all around us
all the time..."
Sounds
familiar, right? I used to buy into that way of thinking, myself.
So, I kept
reading.
"Why do
you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log
that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Brother, let me
take out the speck that is in your eye,’ when you yourself do not see the log
that is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye,
and then you will see clearly to take out the speck that is in your brother’s
eye."
My
understanding opened right up. I'll bet some of Jesus' disciples were judging
and condemning each other, because that is exactly what Jesus talked about just before He spoke this parable.
Also, having
a beam in one's eye might very well lead to blindness, or at least some
significant trouble seeing.
So, Jesus
is saying, "Don't blindly attempt to lead others when you are not listening to Me and are blind from not repenting of your own sins, or you will get nowhere but the ditch. Instead, learn of Me and grow up into My image."
And what was
Jesus like? He was full of mercy and forgiveness.
So, I read
on.
"For
there is no good tree which produces bad fruit, nor, on the other hand, a bad
tree which produces good fruit. For each tree is known by its own fruit. For
men do not gather figs from thorns, nor do they pick grapes from a briar
bush."
I got frustrated.
I thought, what is the fruit? I never get these fruit parables, because I never know what the fruit symbolizes.
Then I
remembered again: this is all still one parable- insofar as Jesus did not speak
these parables to them, but a parable to them.
If so, then this is still illustrating the same concept.
So, a good
tree produces mercy and forgiveness- grapes and figs, a bad tree produces
judgment and condemnation- thorns and briars.
I read on.
"The
good man out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and
the evil man out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth
speaks from that which fills his heart."
So it might
be that a person humbly comes to Jesus to take care of the beam in his eye, in
order to deal with the blindness that such a condition might produce in him,
and finds in Jesus mercy and forgiveness.
Then, that
person has mercy and forgiveness flowing out of his good and humble heart, like
good fruits from a good tree, as he conforms himself to Jesus' example.
In fact,
maybe once that person is in that position, he actually is in a good position
to help his brothers along, because he is able to come alongside them, walking on down the road, avoiding the ditches, and
lovingly help them in their troubles.
But it seems
that the other man, blind from his beam but not acknowledging it, and therefore
a hypocrite, brings forth judgment and condemnation and attempts to blindly
lead his brothers by arrogantly telling them exactly how to shape up and fly
right.
So I read on.
“Why do you
call Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ and do not do what I say?"
Another
words, maybe Jesus is saying- don't just parrot what I say to others in order
to control them, but actually take My words to heart, in order to transform
your own life.
This made
sense to me when I thought about Jesus' examples of leadership- which are of service and humility.
So I read on.
"Everyone
who comes to Me and hears My words and acts on them, I will show you whom he is
like: he is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid a foundation on
the rock; and when a flood occurred, the torrent burst against that house and
could not shake it, because it had been well built. But the one who has heard
and has not acted accordingly, is like a man who built a house on the ground
without any foundation; and the torrent burst against it and immediately it
collapsed, and the ruin of that house was great.”
I then saw
this conclusion differently than before.
The humble
disciple, who has not judged or condemned his brothers, but forgiven them and
been merciful- as Jesus has been merciful and forgiving toward him- is not
himself condemned or judged.
His house
stands, because he has dug deep- he has laid open the deep places of his heart
to Jesus and he leans on Jesus alone.
The arrogant
blind disciple who has heard the words but never let them anywhere near his heart,
only using them for power and position, risks being swept into the ditch,
and all his house with him.
Both of those
conclusions have been true for me.
I have been
arrogant. My life was a holy looking house built on the sands of religious performance,
and I judged and condemned others who did not appear to be living up to my own
holy standards. And may God have mercy on me, I looked for them to face judgment, when my own heart was full of bitterness, doubt and arrogance.
But when the floods came, that empty, lonely house could not stand; the ruin of it was great, and the torrent washed it away. I was left with the detritus of sticks and stones, of briars and nettles.
But many waters cannot quench love.
Jesus was not content that anyone should be a ruined garden, the walls broken down, producing nothing but nettles in the ditch. Jesus comes down, He reaches down and pulls us out and He builds us up again upon Himself alone.
*
Go through,
Go through the gates!
Prepare the way for the people;
Build up,
Build up the highway!
Take out the stones,
Lift up a banner for the peoples!
Indeed the Lord has proclaimed
To the end of the world:
“Say to the daughter of Zion,
‘Surely your salvation is coming;
Behold, His reward is with Him,
And His work before Him.’
-Isaiah 62:10-11, NKJV
Jesus was not content that anyone should be a ruined garden, the walls broken down, producing nothing but nettles in the ditch. Jesus comes down, He reaches down and pulls us out and He builds us up again upon Himself alone.
*
Go through,
Go through the gates!
Prepare the way for the people;
Build up,
Build up the highway!
Take out the stones,
Lift up a banner for the peoples!
Indeed the Lord has proclaimed
To the end of the world:
“Say to the daughter of Zion,
‘Surely your salvation is coming;
Behold, His reward is with Him,
And His work before Him.’
-Isaiah 62:10-11, NKJV