Sunday, June 28, 2009

I am, Because He Said So

I wrote a little while ago about identity, and how I often struggle to believe that I am who God says I am. I am amazed that He can look past what is (the desolate wasteland) and see what it's supposed to be...what it will be.

Today our wonderful pastor pointed out yet another instance of this in Scripture. I've heard Gideon's story countless times. I love it. Israel is oppressed by the Midianites, not because the Midianites are so evil (though they are) but because Israel has once again turned away from the Lord and He is allowing the oppression in order to woo her back. Gideon is told that he will lead Israel to victory. Gideon whines about how weak he is. He asks for a sign. He gets his sign. He asks for another one. He gets that one, too.

Just have to insert a comment here. My dear friend Kim Thomas gave a very funny commentary on this story once. "I never got Gideon's fleece, I mean, I understood the concept, I just never understood why he needed a second go at the whole test. Maybe he was just wasting time. Also, if I was testing God I think I would ask for something better than a wet fleece, I think that if God told me to rescue my people I would test Him by asking for a rich, hot man to come down from the sky and propose to me, just saying..."

So Gideon finally decides to go along with the whole thing. He starts with 32,000 men. God sends the scared ones away, followed by the ones with bad table manners. He's left with 300. God wins. The Israelites live happily ever after...or just until they forget a few years later and make the same mistakes all over again.

I was trying to make a point here. Oh, yes. Identity. I guess in my mental movie of this story I've always just assumed Gideon was scared or lazy. Judges 6:11-12 offers a different image.

11Now the angel of the LORD came and sat under the terebinth at Ophrah, which belonged to JoashA)">(A) the Abiezrite, while his sonB)">(B) Gideon was beating out wheat in the winepress to hide it from the Midianites. 12AndC)">(C) the angel of the LORD appeared to him and said to him,D)">(D) "The LORD is with you, O mighty man of valor."

When the Lord finds Gideon, he's hiding in a pit, trying to get food for his family that the Midianites can't take away. Not exactly a picture of courage. And yet the angel of the Lord refers to him as a "mighty man of valor" (ESV), a "man of fearless courage" (amplified), a "mighty warrior" (NIV). I think it's ok to laugh at the irony as long as we realize that the same can be said of us. The man hiding in a shallow pit is indeed remembered as a mighty warrior of fearless courage. The small boy who played music for his sheep defeated a giant and became the greatest king of Israel.

They may not have believed it, but they were, because He said they were.

And so am I, because He says so.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

An Amendment of Sorts

I read over that most recent post last night and must have had it on my mind at church this morning.

I think what I wrote made it sound like I don't believe people can change, that there are some who are too lost.

That's not what I meant at all.

I'm also not trying to say that loving a sinner is useless. Love is what sets us free to live as we should.

But not human love. And that is what I often forget.

It is not my love for my brother or sister that is going to cause them to turn around. It's the infinite matchless Love of God.

And His love can inspire the Beast - it's the only love with the power to change, to heal, to restore. Love will set the captive free.

It is His kindness that leads us to repentance.

It is His kindness that leads us to repentance.

Kindness.

Not mine.

His.

Some of you who read my blog (if anyone actually reads it anymore) are aware of the situation that probably prompted many of the thoughts and struggles of my last few posts. In regard to that situation, I want to say that I am not giving up. Not in the slightest. My prayers for this person have not lessened; instead they have increased in frequency and intensity. What's changed is that I am no longer going to rely on my own love to do for this individual what only God's love could ever do.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Disney Movies Ruined My Life

Where do I even begin?

Tonight I babysat for a three year old little girl. As part of her bedtime routine, she's allowed to watch 30 minutes of a movie. According to her mom, she's watched "The Little Mermaid" about 600 times. I laughed and told her that when I was young, I wasn't allowed to watch that movie because my dad was opposed to it for moral reasons. When I explained why, this mom began to agree with me.

#1 - Ariel's dad tells her to leave that boy alone and stay in the water where she belongs. Ariel disobeys.
#2 - In order to get what she wants, she has to give away the best part of herself, her voice, and she has to seduce a boy in order to get it back.
#3 - The very fact that in order to be happy she has to trade in her mermaid fins and get legs sends the message that who she was wasn't enough and the only way to be happy is to be someone you're not.
#4 - In the end, her dad gives her what she wants anyway, and she never has to suffer the consequences of her selfishness and foolishness.

It's at this point in the conversation that my Dad would announce sinisterly, "Do you know how that story really ends? She dies. That's what happens when you disobey your father."

All that to say, my little friend and I decided to watch this movie instead.

Maybe it's because I was already thinking that Disney is bad when we put in this film, or maybe it's because I was in a bad mood, or maybe it's because I am a jaded, cynical doubter, but tonight I found "Beauty and the Beast" to be morally repugnant, as well.

This one's a little more subtle. Here we have the story of Belle - beautiful, smart, caring, the apple of her small town's eye. I bet when she was growing up, all the ladies at church told her that they wanted her to marry their sons. Their sons would probably all rather die than marry her though, because she was just that good and likable.

Enter the Beast. He grew up with every advantage: good parents, enough money to fund whatever education he wanted, attractive enough (before the curse, anyway), and I would venture to say he was a pretty good athlete. Unfortunately, the world held too much appeal and he soon was a slave to her ways. He also had some serious anger issues.

When Belle meets him, he has alienated himself from all his friends and lives alone, bitter and depressed, with no motivation to change his ways. But never fear! The lovely, caring Belle sees the good in him and knows that all she has to do is kill him with kindness and he'll become the man she dreams he can be....and an hour later, he does just that.

That's just not how it works. Not at all.

This is why the elder's daughter chooses the bad boys over the Gilbert Blythes.

There should be a disclaimer at the end of this movie that says: "If this story inspires you to start dating a felon or other unsavory character because 'he could change', beware. Just believing in him is not enough to make him put down the crack...or the alcohol...or even turn off the junk TV. He will do just enough to make you think he's about to improve, while you are miserable and start to hate yourself. If that sounds like fun, then go for it, because every now and then there is a story like this one."

But that one is the exception. We are the rule.

That's why C and I stopped watching "Beauty and the Beast" after about 10 minutes and put in "A Bug's Life." And I went home and watched "He's Just Not That Into You" with a pint of ice cream.

Yep.