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We Can’t Be All

In my last post, I talked about embracing your place.  Seeing the eternal value of serving others in mundane, physical ways; specifically in the role of motherhood, but really, in so many others, as well.  Immediately after publishing that post, my mind was swirling with an addendum.  What if, along with embracing our place, we embrace each other?

Let’s call this Christianity 101.  In a way, it’s really Humanity 101, because the basic premise applies to us all, regardless of spiritual beliefs.  But bear with me as I stick to the Christian verbiage, because I’m not sure what the secular translation would be.

The Body of Christ.  Sunday School basics, right?  We all have our own part to play, based on our gifts, skills, and passions.  If we work cohesively, it’s a beautiful thing.  If we try to take over someone else’s role, it just doesn’t work.  If you’re familiar with Psalty the Singing Songbook, you might remember the song about the Body of Christ.

“I am the eye, I go blink-blink.  I am the eye, and I can wink.  I am the eye, but I can’t think.  That belongs to my friend the brain!”  And so on, each part declaring their strengths, while acknowledging that they can’t do it all.

Even worse than shoving our self in a position that belongs to someone else is if we devalue their role.  If we mock their passion as something unworthy of their efforts.  You may think you’d never do that, but it happens subtly.

What does that look like?

It is usually expressed with some version of, “there are more important things to do/fight for/promote”

If someone lobbies for the change of unjust laws, someone else will say that this is just our temporary home. Why bother?

If someone stands up for freedom of religious expression, someone else will say there is no persecution here; others are dying for their faith.

If someone fights for quality school lunches, because there are kids in our country who rely on that meal to sustain them, someone else will say that somewhere else in the world there are children actually starving to death.

If someone tries to defend children’s rights to genital integrity, someone else will say that children are being murdered in the womb.  Death is worse.

If someone decides they are going to stop wearing leggings, or bikinis, or low-cut tops, and encourages others to consider doing the same, someone else will say that it only matters what’s in their heart. Only salvation matters.

We end up tearing each other down, belittling causes and ministries that are not only dear to someone’s heart, but also God-ordained.

If you don’t feel passion for another person’s cause or ministry, that’s fine.  We are not all required to be a part of all things.  Remember that Body of Christ thing?  Do what you are designed, or called, or gifted to do.

Jesus is…. Loving.  Compassionate.  Blunt.  Serving.  Forgiving.  Confrontational.  Patient.  Humble.  Cunning.  Strong.

He is all those things, and we’re supposed to represent Him to the world.  To be those things as we do His work, whatever that is for us, personally.  To live so that others will see Him.  In us.  How can we be all of those things?

We can’t.  Jesus is all.  We can’t be all, and we can’t do all.  Embrace each other, and trust Him to use each of us to cover all the bases.


Facebook, You Don’t Even Want to Know

“What’s on your mind?” asks facebook.  Every day.  Or, if I’m being honest, several times a day.  I don’t know, facebook, I’m pretty sure you couldn’t handle the deluge.  I’ve got enough going on in my brain for a dozen blog posts, but it’s all dammed up.  Severe writer’s block.  That dam is built of fear and sealed tight with procrastination.

Fear of writing poorly, of not doing my subject matter justice.

Fear of judgement (a word I hate, and think is so overused and wrongly defined, yet I’m using it anyway).

Fear of not being taken seriously.

But I know that “God has not given me a spirit of fear.”  My passions….the things I care about…..the causes I fight for…..the stands I take…..   they are all from Him.  Sometimes I’m not sure that they’re from Him, when those passions bring on the aforementioned judgement.  So I pray.  I ask God to take it away, to please not ask me to stand for that.  It’s too hard.  People will get angry.  They will say nasty things to me, and call me names, and accuse ME of judgement.  If the passion remains, I press on, placing my trust in Christ alone.

So that’s the deep, profound side of my brain cloud.  Also on tap:

Selling our house – where is my faith?  One day I’m sure it’s all going to fall to pieces, and the next, God pulls everything back into alignment.

Buying our “forever” home – same thing as above, only add in some mold, mice, and dangerous chemicals.  (The inspector called it “Mr. Wizard’s Workshop.”)

Homeschooling – my children can sense my restlessness at wanting to just pack up and get out of here, but not knowing when that will happen, and they are just as unfocused as I am.

Teenager in the house, and 3 tweens – yeah.

Still in a foreign body – working on a new method of eating, and waiting for my appointment with the endocrinologist.  Avoiding mirrors.  Going to invest in some very baggy shirts.

In all of this, one thing is true.  My God is faithful.  When everything seems to be crumbling, and out of my control, He is faithful.  Tonight an old worship song rescued my weary soul.

“In Christ alone, I place my trust
And find my glory in the power of the Cross
In every victory, let it be said of me
My source of strength, my source of hope is Christ alone”