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Metamorphosis: Part two

9/17/2015

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It is amazing that I'm allowed to use my brain. I still can't get over it. Having only left organized religion in January, the phenomenon still fills me with excitement and this undeniable RELIEF. God didn't give me a brain so I could put it on a shelf. He gave it to me as a GIFT, to USE. And then he placed me on Earth, with all sorts of mysteries surrounding me for me to figure out, not the least of which is God himself. This mental stimulation is so satisfying compared to the brainwashed state of my first forty years of existence. Once a person who claimed to make all my decisions based off of emotion, I now revel in the logic of it all.

First things first. The entire Protestant half of Christianity claims as its only authority the Bible. Before, I accepted this on "faith". Now, I can see the inherent ridiculousness. A book that big and obscure can be interpreted in a limitless number of ways. Groups of people decide they like one interpretation better than another, and church denominations are born. Then they make the audacious claim that they are interpreting the Bible "literally" and so, they lay it as their foundation. It is not their foundation. Their INTERPRETATION of it is their foundation.


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The Catholics claim the holy book to be one of three authorities (the other two being tradition and the official church councils). Honestly, that sounds like an even bigger hornet's nest. But in one way I prefer it: they believe the Scriptures are written 100% by God, and 100% by humans (it's an official church "mystery"). So, they allow the VOICE OF HUMANKIND to be part of it. This leaves them open to logic more than Protestants.

They can, for example, admit the book of Job was an allegory, given that it has all the literary signs of being one. Protestants want to insist he was a real man. So, our God who is LOVE up there makes bets with Satan that involve our ruin and destruction, not to mention confusion and fear. I'd hate to be a Job, and who can say if that ever-so-perfect Father in heaven is still making those gambles with our welfare??

I promised in my last post I'd talk about my new belief system.

Belief #1: Anywhere you see love in the Bible, you're hearing the voice of God. If the Bible is claiming God did something unloving, that is the human world trying to justify itself.

Example: Imagine living back in Biblical times, and wanting to take over an area of land. You don't want to share it's riches with the existing population, but would rather just take them all for yourselves. So, you claim God called upon you to wipe them off the face of the planet. It's called genocide, people. When Hitler did it, he was (rightly) accused of being the most evil person ever born. When God does it, it's okay, because those were bad people anyway, and this land is supposed to belong to the chosen race. Sort of sick, if you ask me.

Belief #2: Prayer is not like giving a song request to the Holy DJ in the sky.

When it comes to this topic, I cannot get over the EPIC amounts of voluntary blindness that takes place. And I cannot get over how much I used to participate in it. The world is harsh and real. Bad stuff happens. It has to do more with choices people make and physics than anything else. I have no problem believing in miracles. But I have to say: the real world and my experience of it suggest very little to no involvement by God on the physical plain. I understand people waking up to this neglectful-parent-figure God, who didn't protect them from a bad experience, and not deciding to have faith that all things work out for the good of those who love Him. Instead, they quit having faith all together. How can you trust a God like that?

So, why haven't I lost my faith, despite seeing the obvious? Well, it comes down to life experience. I have felt the presence of the love of God within myself. I see that there is good in the world, and much that inspires my awe. I see God in others, and I've watched lives changed by love. And not just a mundane love, but one that is bigger than all of us. I have read and understood the story of Jesus Christ, and chosen to believe it was real. Why? It rang true.

I think God's goals are different than ours. He cares about the heart. I have found deep within myself a place that cannot be touched by the outside world. A place of peace, where I need nothing. The part of me that watches me have my human experience, but doesn't ever get caught up in it. God protects that place with love and joy; nothing can harm it. And I believe everyone has it. The rest of this is just illusion, created to give us true freedom of will.

So do I pray? For things concerning the heart, yes. That is where God moves most often. In secret, changing hearts. And I pray for the connection it brings. A prayer of living life "hanging out" with God, not necessarily using words. Just being there, and enjoying his presence.

Up next: My changed beliefs on fellowship, the efficacy of Christ's sacrifice and organized religion.
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Metamorphisis - Part one

4/24/2015

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I have found out something of significance: truth lies in each of us. It is there because God is there, his Spirit at one with ours. I am excluding no one here. Truth is at the core of everyone. When we live in harmony with it, it lies still and at peace. When we don't, it sends up red flags here and there that we are at liberty to try and ignore. When we veer completely off course, we start to live at war with our own selves, burying truth and therefore, love also, so deeply that not only do we not recognize God anymore, we're at a loss as to who we are, either.

I say I have found this out like I just learned it. In reality, I had acknowledge it intellectually a long time ago. But three months ago, it was proven to me at a heart level when a web of lies in my life was torn away, and the real me, the truth, and love were left standing there, naked and surprised. 

It took a long time in coming. When you are raised in a certain paradigm, be it cultural, religious, familial, or otherwise, it seems so concrete that its hard to break away. I was raised in the Lutheran church, converted as a young adult to Catholicism, and then, without letting go of my attachment to my Catholic identity, began attending Bible churches around the time I was 30. This religious context touted certain things to be absolutely true. But they were raising red flags. I ignored them, however, because the fear impressed upon me of Hell and of being a bad girl was so strong.

Certain contradictions with the reality I saw in the world and my deepest sense of truth within me kept bothering me. Some of them are (anytime I speak of an ambiguous "they" below, I am referring to the leadership of the institutional church):

• God is love, but sends people to Hell.
• If you don't say the sinner's prayer and ask Jesus into your heart, you are not saved, and are destined for Hell. Babies who die early, down syndrome people, and millions of unlucky souls born in remote areas who never hear of Jesus are destined for Hell. Yet, God is love.
• You must acknowledge the trinity, Jesus's divinity, and the authority of scripture, among other core doctrines, to be considered Christian. So, again, salvation is based on the intellect and the luck of being part of the correct denomination. Yet, from the same pulpits they preach that what God cares about is a personal relationship with you. 
• The Bible must be taken literally. Yet, it paints a contradictory picture of God. One second he is loving and patient, the next he is opening up the earth to swallow people and wiping out entire nations. Love is trustworthy and safe. I cannot trust a God like that. If I do something too bad, I may get struck by lightning and sent to Hell.
• The Bible is the ultimate authority. And yet, it is not. THEY, the leadership, are the ultimate authority because they are the ones interpreting it for you. 
• They love to quote the verse that says you need no one to teach you, because the Holy Spirit will lead you to all truth. Yet, if your truth doesn't match up with theirs, then you have not been listening to the Holy Spirit. Obviously, if you had, you'd have come to the same conclusions as they did.
• If you pray with enough faith, you can move mountains. Reality contradicts this constantly. Prayer doesn't work the way they claim. Disease, divorce, dilemma and destruction happen with the same consistency in the lives of believers and unbelievers alike. Either they are praying wrong, or they just don't understand the basics of how the cosmos and the creator of it work.
• They say leaving the institutional church will lead to backsliding and unbelief. I belong to a "free believers" community which long ago ceased church attendance, and yet we still believe. http://freebelievers.com
• God gave us free will, yet he wants us to be his willing slaves, giving up our lives, futures, treasures, time and talent to his cause. All the blessings he gave us are not ours to keep from a loving father. They have strings attached.
• God gave us free will, yet at every moment we are supposed to discern what he wants us to do. If we don't, we might make the wrong decision and go outside of his plan for us. This isn't free will.
• God is love. Love is trustworthy and safe. Yet, we can "go outside his covering", "grieve his Holy Spirit", disappoint, disgust, or anger him. 
• God is love. Love doesn't take revenge, it forgives. Yet, God actively punishes us for sin and holds a list of our wrongs to make sure we pay. Either here on Earth, or in Purgatory, or if you're really special, in Hell.
• Jesus vehemently was against his disciples trying to set up themselves as authorities over each other (Mat 23:8-12, Mark 10:42-45, John 13:12-17). Yet, we have pastors, priests and shepherds galore, all touting that they know better than us, and dismissing those who suggest they may be making mistakes sometimes. It seems to be the habit of those in charge of the institutional church to stop listening altogether. That is the opposite of wisdom.
• Everyone who's not Christian is Satanic. All outside religions are Satanic. Yet, when you meet these people, they are normal, not Satanic. And when you study their religion -- lo, and behold! -- you find many noble attributes: wisdom, love, peace, goodwill, self-discipline, purity, holiness, grace, forgiveness, etc. God is everywhere, after all, and apparently there have always been people of every people group who got in touch with that.

Obviously, I have left the institutional church. We are the church, in reality. The body of Christ. A building, denomination, non-denomination denomination, or Christian belief system does not get to claim the title. Just because they do, doesn't make it truth. Jesus wasn't picturing the modern day church institution when he came speaking of the Kingdom of God, but instead was preaching of truth that sets you free, ACTUALLY FREE, and hoping for a unity of his believers that we don't see the institutional church helping to create. Once I figured that out, I felt I could escape. I do not neglect to gather together, as is the habit of some. I just do it outside the church building. 

My beliefs are now in line with the deepest truth in my soul. I am no longer fighting with myself, at war with what is being preached to me as truth vs the truth within. I'll write more in my next post on the conclusions I've come to, which may be subject to change, and I do not expect anyone to wholeheartedly accept what I believe. If you are in touch with your true self, and living life from your truth, I think you have done well. I don't need to convert anyone to anything. But, for the sake of sharing, I will tell you what I believe.


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A Study of Surrender: Part 3 of 4

2/24/2014

 

The Soul: Justified & Sanctified

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If loving God with all your heart means offering up to him your emotional self, and loving God with all your mind means cultivating a quiet mind brought into obedience to Christ, what does loving God with all your soul mean?

First, becoming justified. Then, sanctified. 

There is no topic more paramount than the justification of your soul. Through the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, Satan, sin and death were conquered. And a pathway was opened wide and clear for this fallen world to be reconciled with God. Your part to play in this is a simple yet profoundly critical choice. The only choice that matters. Will you take the free gift of salvation offered to you by the sacrifice of Christ? 

I have an atheist acquaintance who once got into a friendly debate with me over this topic. He said if he had sinned against another person, he understood them taking offense. But why would some God somewhere care about what he'd done? He hadn't sinned against that God, so why does he owe that God anything? At the time, I was unable to answer him. 

A couple of years later, the answer came to me while listening to the message that Pastor Caleb Campbell was giving at Desert Springs Bible Church. Caleb said that when God created the universe he poured out his love into it. You can see the care and creativity put into all things, from the grandiose galaxy down to the veins of a leaf. God is truly the muse for every artist there ever was, inspiring all human creative endeavors from Day Six on with the immeasurable beauty of the universe around us. 

And no creation was more favored than mankind. We were given a soul, and animated by God's very breath. He made us in his image. Every day he walked with us in the Garden, wanting to savor his relationship with us. We were loved and cherished. 

But we invited evil here.

When you have a child whom you love and adore, and you raise them with great care, and then they choose to invite evil into their lives.... it hurts. 

If you think of it from his perspective, he has had to sit and watch evil inhabit and destroy from the inside out that which he loves and holds dear. Because he gave us freedom, as unconditional love requires, we had a choice. We made the wrong one. And he was most definitely the offended party. 

Once evil took up residence here, we got what Adam and Eve wanted. They knew the difference between good and evil. But I bet they regretted the choice. Yet they had no power to take it back. 

But God did not sit, victimized, and feel sorry for himself. He made a plan to get us back. He decided to send his son to become flesh and take on our punishment so that we could be reconciled to him again. So he could take back that intimate relationship. That is why Jesus Christ, the Good News for All Mankind, came to us. That is why he lived, that is why he died. He paid for our sins so we could be justified, evil could be eradicated, and all could be forgiven.

So if I have the opportunity to see that atheist acquaintance again, I now know the answer to his question. When you sin against someone's cherished child, you sin against them. When you sin against God's beloved creation, you sin against him. What mankind owed, and what Jesus paid, was an enormous debt.

If you have never been reconciled to the Father through the Son, I invite you to do that now. HE invites you to do it. It is only a matter of choosing to believe and trust in him. Of saying, "God, I have sinned against you, but I want to be reconciled. I want you to save me and dwell in my heart. Please give me the gift of salvation made possible by your son, Jesus Christ." 

Salvation and eternal life with God are a gift. You can only have a gift if you accept it. A gift offered to someone who refuses it remains with the giver. It's up to you to accept. The opposite of salvation and eternal life are damnation and everlasting death. That is why there is no choice more critical and no subject more paramount than this. Your eternity is at stake.

But God is not finished with you once you have been saved. Justification is the dawn, and sanctification is the rest of the day. Once you've let in the son-light, he begins a good work in you: bringing you to Christlikeness.

If God has saved us, aren't we done? Shouldn't we live our lives as we want, and look forward to eternal life? Paul asked the same question in the book of Romans:
6:1 What shall we say then? Are we to continue in sin that grace may abound? 2 By no means! How can we who died to sin still live in it? 3 Do you not know that all of us who have been baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? 4 We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.
And again in 1 Corinthians 6:12:
“All things are lawful for me,” but not all things are helpful. “All things are lawful for me,” but I will not be dominated by anything.
As well as Galatians 5:1:
 For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery.
Sanctification is the process of cooperating with the work of God in your life. It means that his goal of unity with you is also your goal. That his will in the world is also your will. The process is not an easy one, because the strongholds of sin and selfishness take a siege like no other to pull them down. But it is not your work. You can't remove even a single stone. The warrior responsible is God, and you are the prize inside that the enemy is hiding away. Your only job is to allow him to attack the stronghold. Let go of your attachment to patterns of sin, lies, and attitudes against the Spirit, and let him make you wholly new.

In the yoga community, there is a lot of talk about enlightenment. About the attaining of a state of being where you are free from suffering, free from the selfishness of the egoic mind, and perpetually united to divinity in bliss. The Yoga Sutras, which are often used in teacher training, explain the "steps" to achieving the goal. You could say it is a twist on works-based righteousness.

In Old Testament times, the people had the law to tell them what to do and not to do. If they could follow the law perfectly, then they would be in no need of salvation. But none of them could achieve that. So, they would offer sacrifices for their sins, giving a spotless, innocent animal as recompense.

No matter where you go, no matter the religion or creed you hold dear, there is this idea that if you follow a strict path you will achieve righteousness. You will find God. You will regain what we lost when we invited evil here.

But hang around on planet Earth long enough and you will discover what all human beings, reaching back through the ages, have already known: nobody's perfect. The systems we've erected set us up for failure. God is not attainable that way.

It is a good thing that human beings are not the only ones working on the reconciliation of God and man. We cannot attain God by scrambling to climb heavenward, but he can reach down and pull us up. The secret is the surrender of our desire to do it ourselves, to be the author of our own salvation. The secret is to let God help you.

He created us to be in perfect unity and everlasting relationship with him. He created us so we could be loved by him, love him completely, and love those around us unconditionally. Allow him to reach down and pull you up. Cooperate with him in this work of reunion he began in you.

Decide you will choose the best instead of the good: "'All things are lawful for me,' but not all things are helpful." (1 Cor 6:12)

Decide you will not be dominated by sin, but dwell in freedom: "'All things are lawful for me,' but I will not be dominated by anything." (1 Cor 6:12) "Do not submit yourselves again to a yoke of slavery." (Gal 5:1)

Decide to walk in newness of life, and let the dead stay dead: "...in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life." (Rom 6:1)

Did you ever notice that the pursuit of happiness is the goal of every human being? Deep down, achieving lasting happiness is the motivation for everything you do.

Rejoice, because happiness is what you receive when you cooperate with God. It is his goal for you. But he has no illusions as to what will make you happy and what will cause that happiness to last forever. He knows that when you are in union with him, you will be happy. That is what he created you for:

Joy, unending joy.

Peace that passes understanding.

Hope that does not disappoint.

Love that endures forever.

Faith that can move mountains.

Life, and life abundant.

And he has promised he will bring that work to completion.

Be encouraged, brothers and sisters in Christ. Putting sin to death in your life is a painful, long and trying process at times, but cooperation with God leads to rewards that far exceed that pain. Let his Spirit, alive in you, give you rest. Rely on his promises. Fight the good fight, run the race. Keep his words always at the forefront of your mind:


“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:33

A Study of Surrender - Part 2 of 4

3/17/2013

 

The Mind: The Floating Brain Syndrome

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The vast majority of the human race is utterly given over to compulsive thinking. Whether they are playing out some fantasy, worrying over some imagined future, reliving a past event or simply trying to remember what they have to do that day, the typical person has a non-stop diatribe rolling in their heads. In fact, we spend so much time thinking about something other than what we are doing that it could be said we are on automatic pilot. We flit and buzz from place to place, and if nothing interrupts us, we will hardly notice the motions we are going through. We aren't really awake; we aren't really dreaming. It is a stupor and if we stopped doing it we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves.

The whole phenomenon reminds me of the movie Dune, where the members of the Spacing Guild, previously human in form, had so long taken in so much of the rare Spice that they had mutated. The Spice gave them the ability to fold space, that is move between time and space, which made it possible for people from various planets to travel great distances in an instant. But the price they paid is that they now were nothing but floating brains swimming about in large glass containers filled with orange smoke.

I invite you to quit being a floating brain.

The Master tells us:
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind," (Luke 10:27).
But how do you love the Lord with all your mind? If God is the great "I AM", then he is not part of your imagination. However you may conceive of him, it does not contain even half of what he truly is. Not only that, but notice the present tense. "I AM." He's not the great "I WAS" or "I WILL BE" because the only thing that is real is the present. The past is a vague conglomeration of inaccurate memories and the future is fiction and conjecture. Only the present is real, so it makes sense that that is where He is. Of all the attributes he could have chosen as his name, he chose his present existence. But are we in the present? No, we are lost in the labyrinth of our brains.
The first step towards surrendering the mind to God, towards loving him with "all your mind", is to be where he is. Here and now.

The idea that you are your mind is quite common and a lie. Your mind is simply a tool. You are something much more splendid than all those thoughts that plague you - namely, a soul. Yes, your mind is a part of you, but your soul is what lives on when the mind dies.
Many of us long to connect in a more substantial way to God. We know that we are the temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Cor 6:19-20) and that the Master Teacher has said, "But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth," (Jn 16:13). But if we never cultivate silence within ourselves, how will we hear his guidance over all the noise?

Jesus himself tells us how to do this in Matthew 6:6:
“Here’s what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won’t be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace."
It can be difficult to quiet the mind, so that is why finding a meditation technique that works for you is so helpful. One of my favorites is to use a breathing verse. Take Psalm 103:1, for example: "Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name!" As you slowly breathe in, think, "Bless the LORD, O my soul," and as you breathe out, "and all that is within me, bless his holy name!" Let your inhales and exhales be slow and even, and let the verse wash over your mind and clear away any thoughts that intrude. Invite God into the space you make.

But this is just one of many meditation methods. Here is a small sampling of some others:

  • Focus on the breath
  • Listen to the sounds of the world around you
  • Focus on the body and any sensations it gives you
  • Focus on a word you repeat to yourself, like "Jesus", or "Maranatha" (Greek for, "Come, Lord Jesus!")
  • Focus on opening the heart

My recommendation is that if you are new to meditation, start off slowly. Try a couple of minutes before you start your day and before you go to bed at night. If you have a prayer and Bible reading routine, work those couple of minutes into the beginning of that. Take time to, "Be still and know that I am God," (Ps. 46:10).

But learning how to quiet the mind and be present with God is only half the equation. God is interested not only in the quantity, but the quality of your thoughts. Consider these words from the Master Teacher:
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’ But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. And if your right hand causes you to stumble, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell," (Mat 5:27-30).
Jesus uses strong, striking language to convey how serious the sins of the mind are. But how seriously do we take them? It is easy to spend countless hours in the downward spiral of resentful, hateful thoughts and justify it because we believe the other person to be wrong. Or to let our lust lead us down a path of fantasy because we lie to ourselves and say we are sinning in secret. It is equally easy to claim victimhood as our identity, holding onto depression and despair like they are desirable. Christ died on the cross to set us free from slavery to such thoughts. We need to claim that victory!
"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will," (Rom 12:2).
"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things," (Phil 4:8).
"We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ," (2 Cor 10:3).
You may long to connect to God. How can you hear what he has to say when there is a cacophony of thoughts in your mind? And how can he show you his good, pleasing and perfect will when it is your ego and its desires running the show? Love him with all of your mind by giving time to him in stillness and by putting to test every thought that arises. Then you will connect with the God who came to Earth so that you may be transformed, heart, soul, strength and -- by his grace -- mind.

A Study of Surrender - part 1 0f 4

2/3/2013

 
In a culture built on independence, the word surrender isn't a positive one. And although independence is quite healthy in many ways, sometimes it can mask the human need for others. In all things we need balance, and when we refuse to ever reach out for help, we can do ourselves a great deal of harm. But no harm quite so great comes from stubborn independence as that of losing our souls. The very act of repentance and a surrender of our will to be subordinate to God's can be so counter-intuitive to some that they refuse to ever do it. It is like they conjure in their minds an image of putting up a white flag and giving in to the enemy. Yet freedom, another celebrated American virtue, is not possible without surrender.

Even for those who have taken the outstretched hand of God and found freedom in Christ, we hold back a total surrender of the self. Pieces of our hearts, minds, souls and physical bodies are left under our control; we don't want to face whatever fear or work giving them up might entail. But, we know, because of the conviction of the Spirit at home within us, that we are called to a total surrender. God wants our love in heart, mind, soul and strength, no holding back.

'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind' Luke 10:27

If you look at the above verse, named by the Master as the Greatest Commandment, it can seem a little one-sided. But, from personal experience, I can tell you truly: with each bit of yourself you succeed in handing over, a flood of love comes back from the other side. A person fully surrendered to God is a person full of the love of God, who cannot help but spill that love onto all that he/she meets. A life lived abundantly is a life of surrender. Surrender is not only a positive word, but a word that can change your life in the most profound way possible.

In this four-part series, we will study how to surrender in love every part of the self. As Jesus said, "If you love me, you will keep my commandments" (Jn 14:15) and the Greatest Commandment should be foremost on the list. Our surrender of will to his perfect will is not always straightforward. When considering this topic, we usually dwell on the decisions we make. But it can be more subtle. It can be in the attitude of the heart, the thoughts inundating our minds, the disposition of the soul, and the way we treat our bodies.

The Heart: Deal with What You Feel

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Emotions are a compass for the soul. They are there to communicate with us whether or not we are on a path to life or death. Whether love or hate, peace or fear, hope or despair, they are expressing to us the depravity or health of our souls. We have a natural desire to be rid of negative emotions and seek out what would cause the positive ones--what is commonly described as the pursuit of happiness. And because of this, we have a chance at discovering God, the origin of good. Emotions, like much of creation, help us to achieve the purpose for which we were all created: unity with God.

Unfortunately, emotions get little respect in this society that has long been driven by logic and the left brain. They are considered almost as if they were a pest; like something to eradicate. The impression can be left that they have no use except to disrupt what would otherwise be a smooth-sailing life.

My daughter recently came to me with overwhelming emotions and an inability to deal with them. In trying to help her process them, I gave her this analogy:

Consider emotions to be like a classroom full of middle-schoolers--the most emotional creatures imaginable--and you are their teacher.  One by one they start to raise their hands, wanting to be heard. But there's not much time left and you want to get finished with your lesson. You are trying to ignore them.

  • Fear wants to tell you she's not sure she can remember all this for the test.
  • Anger needs you to know that the test is unfair.
  • Urgency wants to go to the bathroom.
  • Impatience wants to know what time they can all go home.
  • Frustration feels like he will never understand what you're saying.
  • Boredom wishes you'd talk about something interesting.
  • Bitterness is still upset about the grade you gave her last time.
  • And Hatred can't stand school to begin with.

Attempting to ignore all the upraised hands is futile. The more emotions are ignored, the harder it is to deal with everyday life. They get piled up and backlogged, and eventually cause some kind of breakdown--whether it is mental or physical. If the heart cannot be heard, its influence will leak over into a part of you which you cannot ignore. In the end, we have to deal with our emotions.
 
Society gives us self-help books, meditative techniques, psychologists, drugs, etc, to help us feel better about our emotions.  And it encourages ignoring the emotions by giving us an endless array of distractions on the television, computer, phones, tablets, etc.  Often people will fall into addictions to try and assuage their ailing hearts: drugs, alcohol, sex, video games… the list goes on and on. But like Paul said of love in 2 Corinthians 12:31, "And now I will show you the most excellent way."

Stop what you are doing for a minute and let each have their say, one by one.  And then, as you are hearing them out, make an offering of them to God.

I taught my daughter this meditation to help her deal with her overwhelming emotions:
  • Find a quiet place and turn your awareness inward.
  • Breathe deeply and sink below your thoughts, pretending that you are lying in a grassy field and your thoughts are clouds floating overhead. You observe the thoughts, but you are not participating in them.
  • Get in touch with your heart as a separate entity from your mind, so that you can feel your emotions without exploring their origins.
  • As they come, feel them with all of your might, without placing on them any restraint. Let them out, let them go, let them have their say until they are done. If that means crying, screaming, stomping your feet, hugging a pillow, or just sitting and feeling, then do that.
  • Imagine that they are emanating from you, going out in every direction, and being absorbed by God.
  • You will find that as an emotion is heard, it dissipates. Ask God to place a blessing in the space it leaves behind. You will begin to experience, "the peace of God, which transcends all understanding," that, "will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Phil 4:7
It is important to let go of thoughts about the emotion's origin. When we get wrapped up in such thoughts, they generate more of the emotion we are trying to hear out. Thoughts are more capable of giving birth to negative emotions than anything else. There is a time and a place for talking things out so that you can avoid the situations that will cause more of the negative emotion. But that is not the exercise we are attempting here. We just want our emotions to have a voice so that they can be dissolved.

Some emotions are strong and deeply rooted. They may be from traumatic past experiences or long-held resentments and sadness. It may take more than one session like this for them to pass. But doing this for even a couple of minutes a day will eventually get you through them.

God wants us to willingly share with him how we feel. He knows all things, but he still desires us to share with him because we are his children. If one of your own children was never willing to share with you their feelings, would you not consider that relationship to be fundamentally broken? But we have a God who is not only a willing listener, but a healer of hearts.
So lay bare your heart before the Lord. As Proverbs 38:8-9 puts it:

8 I am feeble and utterly crushed;
    I groan in anguish of heart.
9 All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
    my sighing is not hidden from you.
And again in Romans 8:26:
26 Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words.
And rest in the assurance that a surrender of the heart to God's love will result in healing, peace and joy.
"Those who trust God's action in them find that God's Spirit is in them—living and breathing God! Obsession with self in these matters is a dead end; attention to God leads us out into the open, into a spacious, free life." Rm 8:6

How to Make an "Evangelical Catholic" - Part 3 of 3

5/20/2012

 
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
In order to properly tell the story of my journey to becoming an "Evangelical Catholic", I need to add in here an additional element.

Underlying the church hopping my husband and I did for ten years was some deep work God was doing in the secret places of my heart. You see, I had a problem with entitlement. After my Catholic first-confession, when I first experienced the power of the Holy Spirit, I knew I wanted to fully belong to God. But I didn't like the idea of being God's servant. I felt like servanthood and - even worse - slavery were beneath me. I would hear others describe having a servant's heart, and a part of me would cringe. The title of God's Adopted Daughter or the Princess of the King I could embrace fully. But a servant? A slave? I really didn't want to get my hands that dirty.

Fortunately, the Spirit convicted me about this enough that I repented of my attitude and asked God to help me change it. How did he respond?

He sent me into the desert.


Instead of forty days, I stayed ten years (I'm a slow learner). My spiritual experiences all but dried up, and my heart languished under the dry and unforgiving atmostphere. Doubts invaded; depression set in. I felt like the psalmist in Psalm 42: My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”

That said, let us return to the main story. Ten years had passed, and my husband and I had finally quit church hopping and weren't attending church anymore.


Then, one Sunday morning, I asked him if he wanted to try again.  I suggested we try a non-Catholic church.  The idea was neither new nor unknown to us.  Over many years with my husband, he would have us do a double-dip on Sunday.  We would go to Catholic mass, and then attend a service from some arbitrary Protestant church.  His purpose was to immerse himself in the mind-set of Protestants, to help understand why there was so much strife between Catholics and Protestants.  In the past, these non-Catholic experiences had two major themes: give us money, and Catholicism is evil...right down to condemning the use of stained-glass windows and candles.


Obviously my husband held no optimism about the idea.  He agreed we could try an arbitrary church, but he warned me that whatever place we visited would assuredly be a "no repeat."


So I sat down at my computer, went to Google Maps, and typed in "Church, 85050". Up popped a list of churches, and one of them read "Desert Springs Bible Church." For someone coming out of the desert, it sounded like a much needed drink of water. It had a website, so I clicked on it. I asked Brent about going there, and he simply requested that they don't have obvious signs of anti-Catholicism.


I scoured that website. I read every article. The message I kept recieving was one of loving us where we were, not of trying to push us to change. That didn't mean there wasn't an element of anti-Catholicism that wasn't apparent on the surface, but we decided to give it a try.
Words cannot explain the vastness of the gap between what we had been experiencing the past ten years and what we experienced that Sunday at DSBC. The Christ-centered focus of the message we received overwhelmed us from every angle.  In the sermon, in the music, and in the people.  We came in starving, we came out filled. We literally didn't want to leave the physical premises of the church grounds.


Indeed, we sat outside on the patio chairs with a happy giddiness until they were locking up the place. We wanted to pitch a tent and live there:




"One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to inquire in his temple". Ps. 27:4
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Our fears of someone trying to "convert" us were lessened, and we came back a second Sunday. And then a third.  By the fourth Sunday of success, my husband was beginning to think it was not just "luck" that this little church was targeting our hearts so well.

 
That was April 2008. Never once while we attended there did the bible church suggest Catholicism or its doctrines are evil.  They even casually reference Mother Teresa as a Christian model. Instead of bashing our heritage or life experiences, they have been constant in telling us that Jesus is the answer; our background is irrelevant.  When they said they'd take us as we are, they meant it.


I asked my husband if we were now Evangelicals, or Protestants. He said no, we remain Catholic because the usual distinction between Catholics and Protestants, the doctrine, was not the issue for us. The intent is what matters, and we as Catholics share this holy intent with the Evangelicals with whom we have made a spiritual home. 


With a nod to our unusual circumstances, my husband calls himself a Catholic Nomad. I say I'm an Evangelical Catholic. Call us what you will, but we are not being two-faced when we "test everything, keeping what is good" (1st Thess 5:21).  


And what happened to my unwillingness to serve my God? That first Sunday at Desert Springs I begged him to be his slave, if he would just grant that I could never part from him again.


I live to serve him. Now I work in Christian ministry, having been called to teach Christian Yoga. I have never led such an abundant life, with such a heart of thanksgiving. To serve the Lord is to find happiness.


God is freedom, God is joy, and if he has you in a desert right now, do not despair. If there's anything I'm sure of its this: He knows what he's doing. Rest in that. Amen, JESUS!!

"Give your life to God, he can do more with it than you can." --Anonymous

How to Make an "Evangelical Catholic" - Part 2 of 3

3/15/2012

 
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After my conversion to Catholicism, I went through a honeymoon period in my faith. The Holy Spirit was content to woo me with many blissful and mystical experiences. My Father God was elated every time his baby daughter looked his way, and let her know. I was avidly looking for opportunities to meditate and pray. In my spare time, I composed prayers and spiritual writings out of an outflowing of adoration for Jesus that I could not contain.

At the time, my boyfriend and I were attending Our Lady of Perpetual Help Byzantine Catholic Church. It was the ideal place for someone new to the Catholic faith to gain understanding, since the pastor's heart was entirely given over to the work of the Lord. His name was Father Chris, and despite his many ailments, which usually kept him wheel-chair bound, when he got behind the pulpit to preach on Sunday morning he inspired, challenged, educated, admonished and conveyed the love of Christ to his parishioners. His caring leadership was a blessing to everyone he encountered, and his endurance of the pain that wracked his body was honorable and awe-inspiring in a Pauline sort of way.

A couple of years after converting, Brent and I were married. Because he was a Software Engineer and Albuquerque was not exactly a technology town, we ended up taking a job that moved us out of New Mexico. That also meant leaving Our Lady of Perpetual Help behind. And it was there that the trouble began for me.

Before continuing, I must caution you. I wish only to honestly tell my experience of what took place, and not to attack anyone. If you are Catholic, look at the following as an opportunity for ecclesiastic introspection. If you are not, please do not judge. Sin is present in every church and every denomination, because humans are present. Rather, take these stories as an opportunity to discern. Pray for those who are finding it hard to see God for all the distractions within the body of Christ. Pray that they find a place to worship where they can be fed and grow, and where they can reach out and serve. With the compassion and understanding of our Master, read on.

With our move to Colorado Springs, my husband and I began an arduous spiritual journey, searching for the right church. My Holy Spirit experiences seemed to dry up, and I found myself in the desert of my faith walk. This journey lasted ten long years, and through it all we longed for a drink of God's Spirit, or any sign that he was still out there.

Our first church in Colorado Springs was a Byzantine Catholic mission church.  It had the form of prayer we preferred, but the "why" of the worship had been misplaced.  The minister was endlessly wishing he was elsewhere, and the congregation was preoccupied with procedures and rubrics rather than the Gospel.  We finally were forced to make another choice, because the mission closed after several months. 

The next church parish we attended was Roman Catholic.  It loved to emphasize how "We are the body of Christ!" At first, this was a message that hit home and reminded all present how they need to actively reach out and play their role as a member of that body. But it began to get a little weird when months went by and the same message was repeated, without the actual person of Christ ever being mentioned. Were they ever going to talk about Jesus? Did the pastor forget that that body he was so fond of mentioning had a head? I caught on that the real point of the message in their eyes was that everyone should volunteer their time, talent and treasure to their church.

Things took a really sour turn one Sunday morning when it was time for the Gospel reading. The Gospel is a sacred part of the mass, and Catholics hold the reading in reverence. But, for some odd reason, as the lector started to read, a kid with a big boom box blasting music was making his way down one aisle. My husband got up to tell him to stop when we noticed a woman talking loudly on her phone, pacing around before the pulpit. Then, next to the sanctuary up front, we saw a big screen TV, and a kid playing a noisy video game.  The video game audio was piped into the church's sound system - as if the boom box wasn't loud enough.  It became clear that this was a skit to teach us how life distracts us from God. But it was ill-timed. If there is one thing Catholics understand, it is reverence for the things of God. The Gospel reading is too sacred to mar with the kitsch of a skit. My husband had us get up and walk out.

That event caused us never to return to that church. Instead, we hopped from parish to parish, hoping to find one that felt more like home. What we found was that no church wanted to preach as if Jesus and his resurrection were real. They wanted to talk about whatever was lighthearted and trivial, whatever was sure not to offend. And they seemed to think the mass needed fixing. It was much too old-fashioned, and so they endlessly needed to spruce it up. Furthermore, priest after priest gave off the impression that they weren't the ones running the place. They had given their leadership role to a committee of lay people.  These lay ministers clearly had no education about the liturgy and worship which they were butchering.

It was then that I became aware of an internal battle going on within the American Catholic Church between those of a more liberal mindset and those who were conservative. The liberals wanted married priests, women priests, and an endlessly re-invented, better mass. One with a rock band. They wanted to look and act more Protestant. The conservatives wanted their Latin mass back, but if they couldn't have it, at least they didn't want to mess with the traditional Irish sweet-song hymns and the general respect for the sacredness of the mass. This is an over-generalization, of course, but it was these kinds of attitudes we kept encountering. Everyone was more interested in pushing on the Church their personal agendas rather than growing in or spreading the Gospel. They thought that if they could just have it their way, the people leaving the Catholic church in droves would come running home.

What those people who left needed was Jesus. They couldn't find him in the Catholic church, so they left. If the Protestants are attracting huge numbers, it's not because of a great band and more modern service. That might get a person in the door initially, but what holds them there is when they encounter the Living God. Preach Jesus, and they will come! In fact, what I found to be so confusing was that a perfect opportunity to share the Gospel arose every mass -- after the Gospel reading! But time and again each priest would not even mention the words just read in scripture, nor related concepts, nor a sign of any personal faith in Christ. They'd talk about the crazy weather we were having or the latest Cosmopolitan article, but never the life, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Eventually, life events took us from Colorado Springs to Phoenix, Arizona. We began to attend another Roman Catholic church there, but encountered the same watered-down, irrelevant message as we had in the previous ones.

The only respite came from a guest priest, Father Nacho, who would sometimes say mass.  Every once in a while, you encounter a Spirit-filled person whose very being emanates the triune God. This visiting priest was that way.  "A prophet," my husband called him.  He once announced at mass "I am hearing complaints that I preach the Gospel too often, but I say, I will not cease to preach it because you still don't understand it!"

We looked forward to the Sundays when he would preach, because we knew we'd come away from mass profoundly touched by the wisdom, mystery, and power of God. But, as all guests do, this priest left within the year. And because we had no other cause to stay, and in fact felt very disconnected from that community, we looked for a church home elsewhere. Said poetically, the color gray tends not to attract. True, it won't offend, but neither will it attract. It stands for nothing.

By this time we were experiencing a crisis of faith.  We desperately needed life-support from a pastor who understood our spiritual needs. We thought maybe it was time to try the Byzantine Catholic Church in Phoenix.  Perhaps it would give us a home, since our first positive encounter with Catholicism had been at a Byzantine church. Roman Catholicism in the Southwest had not fed us, so perhaps the difference lay in which Catholic rite you attended (for an explanation of Catholic rites, click here.)  

Instead, we found a church that cared more about the importance of upholding their cultural tradition than the message of Christ.  Our crisis need for our faith to be fed was met with the pastor starting every single homily with a bazooka joke.  My husband said that it was slowly turning his faith into a joke.  

Still, we tried to reach out to this community. At one point, I invited every young family there to a children's cookie decorating party. I thought it would be a good way to fellowship with them. But Catholics are notorious for avoiding fellowship, and apparently these Catholics were no different from their Roman counterparts. Not one of my many invited families showed. I ended up calling in all of the neighborhood kids, and made a party of it anyway.  I couldn't help but think of the wedding parable:

Matthew 22:1 Jesus again used parables in talking to the people. 2 "The Kingdom of heaven is like this. Once there was a king who prepared a wedding feast for his son. 3 He sent his servants to tell the invited guests to come to the feast, but they did not want to come. 4 So he sent other servants with this message for the guests: "My feast is ready now; my steers and prize calves have been butchered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding feast!' 5 But the invited guests paid no attention and went about their business: one went to his farm, another to his store, 6 while others grabbed the servants, beat them, and killed them. 7 The king was very angry; so he sent his soldiers, who killed those murderers and burned down their city. 8 Then he called his servants and said to them, "My wedding feast is ready, but the people I invited did not deserve it. 9 Now go to the main streets and invite to the feast as many people as you find.' 10 So the servants went out into the streets and gathered all the people they could find, good and bad alike; and the wedding hall was filled with people. 
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My husband's disillusion was intensifying.  Absent the Gospel message, he just couldn't stand to hear one more joke from the pulpit. I don't think it normally would have been a problem, but the accumulation of negative experiences was beginning to get to him.

This time, we attended a Melkite Catholic Church. Unfortunately, this church was caught up in the lie of a works-based salvation. One memorable homily was on the parable of the wedding feast already mentioned above.  The focus this time was on verses 11-12 which, if you recall, had one guest thrown out of the feast to "wailing and gnashing of teeth" because he had not worn the correct wedding garment. Well, the deacon was giving this particular homily, and explained how it meant that if you didn't wear a coat and tie to church, you were in grave sin. My husband later wondered aloud about how poor people obviously do not have enough money to spend time with God.

But the final nail on the coffin of us attending this particular Melkite Church came one Sunday when a woman in the front pew collapsed. She had been in a horrible car accident just a few weeks earlier, in which her husband had been killed. Though over 90% of her aorta was severed, they managed to save her life. So, to see her collapse was a cause for great concern. Her family in the pew around her quickly gathered near, and talking was going on. Everyone was alarmed. What did the priest do?

Well, her collapse had interrupted his homily. He faced away, and silently stared out a window while rocking back and forth on his heels.  This lasted long enough for an ambulance to arrive and take her away.  As the stretcher started to move down the aisle, he turned back to the congregation and said "Isn't it funny how I was teaching on patience, and here we are, having to be patient?"

No prayers were offered for her as she was wheeled out. Not one word of concern, nor even a glance was afforded her. For someone trying to be God's representative on Earth, this priest lacked the compassion of Christ so much that he couldn't be troubled by the incident in the least.

It should not surprise you that this started a period where we didn't go to church at all. My husband began to repeat the same jaded statement, "You know, we live on Mars." And when you'd ask him why, he'd say, "There's no churches on Mars, so we must be on Mars."

At first, our motivation for staying home was to save our children for growing up in an environment which called itself Christian, but preached something else. We thought they'd grow up to say "If this is Christianity, I don't want to be Christian."  Ironic that to preserve our children in the Christian faith, it was necessary to prevent them from going to church.

Our intermittent church attendance was finally punctuated with one last dire church experience.  Based on a recommendation, we attended yet another new Roman Catholic parish. We only lasted four Sundays. This new church had a tradition of waving their fists in the air during the Alleluia hymn - a slower version of the Arsenio Hall one-handed fist pump. We thought it was a bit strange and unreserved for Catholics to be doing such a thing, but we simply tried to ignore it. That worked until the Sunday when the priest made the whole topic of his homily about the fist pumping. He told his parishioners that people who refused to do the fist pumps were "people of fear." He called them, that is us, "Sadducees."  My husband was very offended at the message, and actually shouted out at the end of the homily "Don't call us Sadducees!"

In three separate and private conversations with that priest after the mass and in the days that followed, my husband was seeking an apology from the priest. The priest, in turn, wanted nothing except for my husband to understand the gravity of the crime he committed by speaking up during mass.  

My husband noted that the notion of Jesus over-turning the tables of the money-changers at church was entirely lost on this pastor. We stopped attending mass.

We worried for our faith. My husband struggled with believing in a God who didn't seem to be active in his own church. He thought maybe he was becoming an agnostic. Meanwhile, I began to sense the presence of God in yoga class and spent my time with him there. My whole yoga routine became worship of Jesus. In this way, the Holy Spirit seemed to be saying, "I am still here, do not be discouraged."

God sometimes chooses the strangest tools to bring you to where he wants you to go. For us, when he was ready to give us the church home we had been seeking for ten years, he used...

Google.

How to Make an "Evangelical Catholic" - Part 1 of 3

3/1/2012

 
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If I were to tell you I am an Evangelical Catholic, you might think it was an oxymoron. But truth can be stranger than fiction. In fact, I grew up a Missouri Synod Lutheran, and never thought I would be anything but that. But my life took an unexpected turn.

During my first semester of college at the University of New Mexico, I met and fell in love with a Catholic young man named Brent. I knew that one day we would get married and that when people decide to marry, it is not all that unusual for one to convert to the other's faith. But that is not the way it happened for me. I had no intention of becoming Catholic, and thought instead that eventually I would be successful in converting Brent to Lutheranism. After all, that had happened with a couple of the uncles in my family - why would it be any different for me?

But I was curious about Catholicism. I had a lot of misconceptions about their beliefs. Brent was very educated about his faith, so he passed on his knowledge to me. Even though this cleared up my misunderstandings and did a good job of explaining the reasons behind Catholic doctrines, it had no effect on my desire to remain Lutheran. Why would I change? The Catholics could believe as they wished. I was happy in my church.

Often times Brent would go to Confession, and I'd tag along and wait for him. I asked him about it, and he explained that Catholic priests claim to speak on behalf of Christ when they announce your sins to be forgiven. It grew on me. I wanted to hear the words, "You are forgiven," with my own ears. Then I thought that the closest thing I would get to hearing those words from Jesus would be to hear them from someone trying to represent Jesus. So, I asked Brent to take me to Confession.

Brent wasn't sure if I was allowed to go, since I wasn't Catholic and wasn't planning to be. But he took me anyway, and explained the situation to the partially bemused and baffled priest. After the entire line of people went through confession, I went to take my place - only to find the priest emerging from the confessional and beckoning me to meet elsewhere. He was a kind, endearing man with a sweet face. He told Brent, presumptuously, that I wasn't seeking confession - just counseling. And yet he engaged me face to face, which evidently is required for a first confession. He took me into the cry room at the church and sat me down.

I'm sure he was quite shocked when the floodgates opened. I had a lot of sin for which I still carried the guilt and shame. I dumped it all before him, and he realized immediately I was giving a genuine confession. He gave me the sacrament. The moment I heard the words of absolution (e.g. "...I forgive you of your sins, in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit"), I was filled with the Holy Spirit.

Because I had never had a spiritual experience like that before, I didn't know what was happening to me. All I knew is that I didn't want to leave the church. I sat down in the pew for a few minutes, but the priest approached us and said it was time to lock up. So, I was forced to go. Then Brent asked me how it went, but I said, simply, "Not yet."

In Brent's car, I sat staring off into space. Brent said it looked like I was either going to burst into joyous laughter or tears. When we got back to his apartment, he asked again how it went.

Finally I erupted in an effusion of joy. The desire to sing hymns of praise came over me. I began singing Christian hymns that I knew from my childhood. It became clear to me that I was experiencing the Holy Spirit. I (errantly) concluded that the Holy Spirit was exclusively for Catholics, and that they must be the One True Church. I decided that moment that I'd become a Catholic.

I had taken my first steps on an unpredictable, amazing journey - and I never could have predicted what happened next.

A Decade Without Dignity

2/14/2012

 
Hindsight is 20/20. And when I stand where I am now, holding the hand of my Savior, and look back over the landscape of my life, I can see clearly his constant call to me to be authentic. It is not the only call he has sent me, but it has been a never-ending theme. Why? Because it does not come naturally to me.

I was born a peacemaker. It doesn't sound bad; in fact, when Jesus preached his Sermon on the Mount, he said, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God" Mat 5:9. But like any good gift, it can be twisted.

Peacemakers have a tendency to be sacrificial in nature. My life is a story of endless occasions where I let myself become the door mat in order to keep the peace. Peacemakers also believe in the value of others, but can forget their own value. In my case, I have defined myself by how others view me for as long as I can remember. The result? Little to no self-esteem, broken-down or destroyed personal boundaries, and an identity that is so small and so lost within that it can barely be heard.

My greatest struggle with authenticity is also my most recent one. It was ten years long, but for a good reason. Now that Jesus has thrown me a line and dragged me from that quicksand, I can stand beside it, breathe and know without a doubt that authenticity is a gift I will cling to and cherish for the rest of my life.

The date was September 9th, 2011. Two days before the terrorist attacks on our nation. My husband, three-year-old daughter and I crested the final hill that began our first descent into the Valley of the Sun. After sixteen hours of travel, we had arrived with our U-Haul truck and little sedan. It was the twilight hour, and the view was breathtaking. All around us, like silent, still sentinels, saguaro cacti stood watch as we passed, backlit by a glowing horizon. I immediately fell in love with the unique beauty of this dry yet thriving land.
I was unaware, however, that the people I was about to encounter were formed from the same mold: harsh yet attractive, covered in thorns yet lovely to behold.

We had come from humble beginnings, as most young married couples do. After scrimping and saving, we had purchased our starter home in Colorado Springs, Colorado only a few years prior. It was an old, tri-level house flanked by a busy street and overlooked by a squadron of electrical towers. But its backyard was an oasis with a big wooden deck, and inside it had hardwood floors and enough space for us to rent out a few of the basement rooms. When we were in the backyard, I'd pretend that the constant noise of the traffic was merely the waves of the ocean. I tried to ignore the car fumes and my anxiety about living so close to such a thick collection of electric wires.

But Colorado is cold, and my husband had grown up on the Eastern beaches of sunny Florida. He is known to say, "Snow is God's way of saying, 'Don't live here.'" So, when the Tech bubble burst and my husband's employer shut the doors on the Colorado Springs branch, we decided to move to warmer climes. Since we had family in Phoenix, it seemed the natural choice.

Once the decision had been made, and we made temporary living arrangements in the small suburb of Anthem, I began to do internet research. Anthem was a new development at the time, at the northern-most tip of the Phoenix metropolitan area, and it boasted that it had the makings of a perfect American home town. It was chalk-full of amenities: a community center with classes, a gym, pools, parks, hiking and running trails, a lake, beautiful homes and just enough distance from the city to feel safe. It even had a more up-scale gated community with a country club.

When I visited the Anthem internet site, I was sucked in. I looked at the model homes, pictures of the parks and the smiling people looking so put-together. I wanted to be one of them. Soon, I had picked out the home floor plan I wanted. They had pictures of every room on the site, so I'd go through the different rooms again and again. My humble home grew very unpleasant to live in. I couldn't wait to move to paradise.
But paradise did not bid us a warm welcome. Two days after we arrived, September 11th hit, and it left me and the rest of the country in utter shock. And then, as if to mourn the loss of so many people, the sky rained and rained and wouldn't quit. It didn't care that it was raining over a desert. For days, it poured.

Even though I knew that all of those events had nothing to do with me, I was left with the feeling that a curse had descended. It was like I was in a surreal nightmare. One minute, I was living a normal life in Colorado, the next, I was in a very unfamiliar place and horrendous things were happening. September 11th had placed a strange hue on my life, and I wasn't sure if the world was safe anymore.


That discoloration remained as I tried to plug myself into the community. I made "friends", but if there is anything a people-pleaser is good at, it's reading vibes. I felt tolerated, but not "one of the group." Secretly, I was being looked down upon. I grappled with what the cause of this might be. Finally, I decided I wasn't put-together enough. So I studied my friends, and emulated them.

The first thing I noticed is that their homes didn't look lived-in. They were replicas of the model homes in the community. They were clean and orderly, and ready at any moment for a camera crew to arrive and feature them in a home decor magazine. These people had children, but you couldn't tell. And the last thing they'd ever want is surprise guests.

Back in Colorado, my friends and neighbors didn't mind you stopping by unannounced for a visit. In fact, if the garage was open, you could waltz right on up to the garage door and knock as you entered. In Anthem, the garage doors were never left open, and no one arrived without plenty of warning. Otherwise, how could you keep up appearances?

So, I got hold of some basic decorations and cleaned up a little more. But I still didn't fit.

Then I observed that the way I dressed still placed me as a college student. These women even had a designer look to them if they were out jogging. Their hair had the perfect, just-out-of-a-salon amount of highlights and lowlights. Their nails were fake, and their toes regularly pedicured. They wore big, clunky jewelry and carried Coach or Gucci bags. They were money from their heads down to their toy dogs.
So, I went shopping at Ross, and tried to find inexpensive clothes that looked like theirs. I felt uncomfortable and stuffy, but maybe it would make the bad vibes go away. Not a chance.

My exploration turned towards the way I raised my child. Perhaps they thought I was a bad mother. After all, they all did cute crafts with their children, enrolled them in a wide array of extracurricular activities, tried to teach them to read and do math while they still wore diapers, and stood in line overnight to get them into the choicest schools. None of them sat on the couch and watched the Little Mermaid for the fiftieth time that day like I did with my daughter. They had their children's days filled with educational or physical activities. None of them surfed the net while their kid ran around and played. Perhaps I wasn't involved enough.

Truly, I don't think I was. This was an area where I needed improvement. But the happy medium was more where I needed to be, a balance of her needs and mine, rather than the extreme to which they had taken motherhood. And even with increased involvement in my daughter's life, I did not gain acceptance.

I couldn't think of anything else to fix. I began to believe that the problem was me. Social awkwardness was something I had always struggled with. I thought I had gotten past it when I was in college. Perhaps I hadn't. Perhaps I couldn't. Perhaps they would never accept me, because deep down, I just wasn't good enough for them on a level that I couldn't change.

I felt like I was back in high school, being rejected by the popular kids. I had always wondered where those perfect-looking, snobby, successful jerks had gone after graduation. Apparently, my growing jadedness told me, they went to Anthem, Arizona.

Now, don't misunderstand me. I know that Anthem is a big community and I should not make sweeping generalizations.  However, my feelings arose from the specific people I encountered there.

By this time, their tolerance of me was beginning to fray. You can only put up with a loser hanging around in your circles for so long. It was time to show me some rejection, and get me to leave.

Ugliness started to come out of their mouths instead of the usual waves from their body language. The worst example was when I was sat down by one who informed me that my husband (who they liked) was going to become an executive someday. And I was "just not executive-wife material". I was told that most likely, when my husband realized that, he would divorce me.

This outright negative treatment came at about the six-month mark, along with the worst Christmas of my life. After that, exhausted from my efforts to please people who couldn't be pleased, I took a vacation and went home to Colorado to visit my parents. The difference in the atmosphere between the two places was quite concrete. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted. Colorado, the place I had been so anxious to leave, suddenly felt like it was paradise.

I explained to my parents what had been going on. They said they'd be willing to help us out financially for a while if we wanted to find a new community to call home.

So we did. I made the arrangements over the phone with my husband, who had stayed in Anthem because of work. Within three days of returning to Anthem, we had packed up and made our escape into an apartment in North Phoenix.

Or at least, I thought we had. As it turned out, those women followed me in my head. And so did my new addiction to beautiful things. I could not be happy living in an apartment, and spent the next few years miserable as we tried to get out of debt and save up for a home.

I started to watch HGTV and shows like "What Not to Wear" so that I could learn the ins-and-outs of acting and appearing to be someone I wasn't. I learned how to pronounce "Versace." I kept my house picked up and began to stress if it looked at all lived-in.

My children were well-groomed and I enrolled them in activities. I even stood in line to get my daughter into a charter school, and drilled her on her alphabet and numbers so she could qualify for the kindergarten.

I felt judged everywhere I went. When I saw put-together, beautiful women, I imagined they took one look at me and all my flaws were before them. I tried desperately to fit in, even going so far as to study their social interactions. They loved to greet each other with high-pitched voices, they never openly admitted that anything in their lives was less than perfect, and they always carried themselves with confidence and grace.

But I got better at it. We moved from one apartment to another, and then finally into our second home. It was small, but beautiful. It had tile throughout and a swimming pool. The previous owners had done good work with the premises. And the neighborhood was nice. Everyone took pride in their homes and kept them up. I could pretend to be a snob here.

We plugged ourselves into our new community. We found a church, and I joined the mom's group. The people at the church were beautiful, and they reminded me of the people in Anthem. Some of them gave me that same vibe, but surprisingly most of them did not. Perhaps these pretty people would like me. Perhaps they couldn't see my flaws. I began to try and please them.

This erasing of myself lasted a full decade after my initial move to Arizona. God had been whispering to me that my worth was not found in such shallow appearances, but in the blood of his Son. And I thought I believed that. But deeper down, my life was controlled by a lie, and my dignity was dying. I desperately looked for any sign of approval from other women in my circles. Anything that showed they thought I was like them, that I was one of them.

In January of 2011, Satan, the enemy of my soul, made a huge miscalculation. I went under what I believe was a spiritual attack. I felt like I had once as a painfully shy child. My home was the only place that felt safe. For two months, I retreated from the world and lived in fear of rejection. I didn't go to any social events. My thoughts were constantly anxious and I created mountains out of every molehill. This was not long after God had called me to teach Christian yoga. And so I was warned by the teaching team that something like this may happen. If you decide to give your life to the work of God, the enemy doesn't like it. Once I figured out what it was, it dissipated.

But it had taught me what the origins of my fears are. It taught me that I was far from living in the freedom of Christ. I explained to my husband how I wasn't sure who I was. I had spent so long trying to be someone else that I didn't know who Amy Arias was anymore. I knew that my years in Phoenix had changed me. I wasn't the same young mother with one child. I now had four. But what did I like? What did I want to wear? What was important to me? What did I dream of? Who was really my friend? I had to spend the following months answering those questions. I still am answering them today.

In October that same year, I went to the yoga retreat that finished up my training with the Holy Yoga Foundation. During that retreat, Jesus did amazing work in my life. One of the core team members asked us if we believed we had dignity and the word hit me like a slap in the face. As the word reverberated off my ear, it broke the curse that had been placed on my life since entering Phoenix. For so long, I had lived in a harsh desert of enchanting beauty that had been very unkind to me. Now, Jesus had shown me how to love myself, how to be myself, and how to be loved by him. He had torn the veil that was discoloring my life. The desert was no longer unsafe. It was a place to spread his hope; a place to love his people.

And the irony is, I feel more accepted by people now that I have started believing in my dignity. People actually like the real me. Who knew?
Even if they didn't, does it matter?
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 24"You can't worship two gods at once. Loving one god, you'll end up hating the other. Adoration of one feeds contempt for the other. You can't worship God and Money both.
 25-26"If you decide for God, living a life of God-worship, it follows that you don't fuss about what's on the table at mealtimes or whether the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the birds, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, careless in the care of God. And you count far more to him than birds.
 27-29"Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? All this time and money wasted on fashion—do you think it makes that much difference? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them.
 30-33"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I'm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God's giving. People who don't know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don't worry about missing out. You'll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
 34"Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes. (Matthew 6:24-34 (MSG))

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