Double Wow.

The value of spiritually and psychologically healthy friends in my life when I'm freaking out on the inside = Wow. Their value in having me when they’re freaking out on the inside = Double Wow. We’re healthy because we bring our freak-out-times into the light, not because we ‘figured out’ how to keep our act together.

Our positive behavior is merely a symptom of living in the light with a few trusted others and a willingness to entertain new ways of thinking and living. These trusted others don’t think we’re weird or too tainted for approval. Their approval is based on who God declares us to be.

Our desire is never to minimize sin, but also to never treat one another as sinners. A person who understands Grace + Truth understands they = a Saint. Beginning with the transformation of their identity, the transformation of behavior can take place at its own pace. It can never happen the other way around.* The transformation starts from our core, the truth of our inner being.

Our value then, is placed on our identity, not our behavior. We are like currency that never looses its value, even during times of recession or depression. The percentage rate of our ‘Identity-based’ investment is astronomical. Our trusted others must remind us of this when we’re freaking out. They tell us we’re healthy because we’ve made an investment in trusting God and a few trusted others with who we really are. They tell us the truth, that God lives inside of us.

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*(i.e. better behavior first, never equals saint second)

The Glory of God - sdrawkcaB

I'm aware of various people who are in the business of trying to "glorify God". They never seem to be satisfied, from my observations. I know others who believe God loves them but aren't preoccupied with trying to "glorify Him". Yet, I have to say that in observing this second group of people, I find myself thinking, "Isn't this glorious? Isn't God glorious?"

The Resources of God (a lot of them at least)

All the resources at my church (i.e. people) are like God's arms holding me. Not a single one has tried to solve my problems, but in resourcing themselves to me, they are part of the solution to my problems, in-and-of-themselves, and I to them. With God inside us, a bunch of individually weak people protecting one another turns into divine strength.

Heaven (Part Three)

Nora Jones. Sunrise is the song. Her voice draws me in. Intoxicating.

I was listening to her today and felt deep sadness. It wasn’t the sort of sadness I wanted to evade. The feeling resembled missing a dear friend or loved one who’s moved away. Difficult and beautiful at the same time. Along these lines.

As I pondered the intoxication of her voice, I realized it wasn’t her or her voice that was drawing me in, especially since it was moving me so emotionally. I realized I was being drawn into the seductiveness of God. The One who created that rich voice is the One who created her. I can almost say I felt like I was listening to the voice of God Himself, and yet the One who created her has a voice that far outweighs hers.

These feelings of sadness or missing a departed friend are synonymous to joy when I think of why and who I’m missing. I’m missing God. His voice is seductive.

Beautiful landscapes. Brilliant sunsets. Leaves changing color. The voice of Nora Jones. When I die, I get to hear the intoxicating voice of the One who created Nora Jones.

This is heaven.

Polyurethane and Psychologically Unhealthy Environments

The other week, I learned how to polyurethane a wooden floor. Took a paint roller with a long handle and rolled the viscous, translucent stuff all over a cafeteria. About half way through, a friend of mine asked me if I wanted a break. He’d take over. I consented and walked outside to get some fresh air.

The thing about polyurethane is that fumes are powerful. I didn’t know that. During the time I was rolling the stuff onto the floor, I was slowly acclimating to the potent fumes and didn’t know that they posed a threat to me if inhaled for too long. Sort of like sniffing paint or glue. Over time, it kills brain cells.

Getting back to the story, after about five minutes of fresh air, I decided to go back into the cafeteria to see how the rest of the polyurethane application was coming along. Walking into the door, I was hit by a wave of fumes that knocked me over. I couldn’t go in. I had to back up. The fumes were way too intense. How was I in there so long? Basically, I had acclimated to the environment just like the story goes that a frog acclimates to slowly boiling in water over time. In the end, it can kill.

Psychologically unhealthy environments present a similar situation. In workplaces, families, churches, clubs, organizations, and other institutions, we can spend months, years, or even decades living in these sub-cultures because we acclimated to these unhealthy environments over time.

The problem with operating within psychologically unhealthy environments is that we often don't know we're in them in the first place, nor the gravity of the situation. Do you think you might be in a psychologically unhealthy environment, but you aren't sure how serious it is or what to do about it? I highly recommend the books Safe People and Boundaries by Henry Cloud and John Townsend as resources to help you determine if there is a situation that needs addressing in one way or another.

Polyurethane. It overtook me in less than 60 minutes of work. I didn't know there was a problem. It took a friend of mine asking me if I wanted to take a break and step outside. Psychologically unhealthy environments are very similar. They can overtake us without our knowledge. I hope my book recommendations might help you in "taking a step outside" to see if there might be a problem or not.

2011 addendum: By the way, the best way to know if one of these books are for you is if you have a general sense of angst, loneliness, resentments, or anxiety that have lasted for long periods of time. That probably means that you have been residing in a psychologically unhealthy envronment for a long time without knowing it. You'll need to find some safe people who can help you set up some boundaries in order to dwell in a more psychologically healthy environment. These books can at least help you begin this process.

Forgiveness

I’m cautious in writing on the subject of forgiveness. In fact, I’m not going to write much for now. Somewhat unfamiliar territory for me.

However, I ran into a quote which reads, “Forgiveness protects us from the insidious harm that comes from sin done against us.*”

Read the quote again. No seriously. Read it again. Look at the key word. The key word is protects us. Forgiving others protects us.

I used to think that if I didn’t forgive others like God forgave me, then He’d be looking down on me and saying, “Bad human.” This couldn't be further from the truth. He’s already stripped all sin from me and made me perfectly perfect (2 Cor 5:17). All He does is talk about me and the rest of His children with the angels. How could He call me “bad human” when He’s transformed me into a good human? This is illogical.

So, there must be another reason** to forgive others. I think this quote hit it right on the head. God wants to protect us. It’s like He’s working all the angles to get our attention. “Steven, when you forgive so-in-so, you will experience a release from resentment and bitterness that I so long for you! You will experience feelings of peace and tranquility more and more over time. It won't be perfect peace for you, because you'll fall back into the old thought patterns of resentment and bitterness from time to time, but overall it's gonna be awesome!” Wow!

God desires to protect you and I from harm. Forgiving others is part of that process. It’s like a shield or buffer that protects us from resentment and bitterness among other things. It is God’s heart for us.

This is about all I know for now.

Matthew 23:37
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*Leadership Catalyst
** Maybe not the only reason, but a darn good one to start with, at least.

On Being Included

I was an average athelete in grade school. Kickball. Flag Football. Field Hockey. Softball. Basketball. I rarely got picked last for anything, but every once in a while it was close. I might be next-to-last.

Then there were those times when a special type of older classmate would come along. Let's say I'm in the fourth grade and a sixth grader is one of the team captains for basketball. He might say on the second or third pick, "I'll take Steven. He's good. He'll guard so-in-so." He was one of these older kids that somehow knew how to affirm me as a younger guy without even knowing it. Made me feel good about myself. I wanted to say, "Are you sure? Are you talking about me?" Those comments never came out of my mouth because I felt too good about getting picked in a higher order and even better about my team captain having some good words to say about the matter.

Jesus is like one of these older kids on the field that somehow knew how to make the younger guys feel included. Back in the day, Jesus walked up to some pretty uneducated, unrespected men like Peter, John, and Matthew. He said, "I'll take you. You're just right for my team. You'll play this position. You'll do great. You're just the sort of teammate I'm looking for." They might've looked over their shoulders at first to see if He was talking to someone else. Is He talking to me? They might have thought to themselves.

We all want to be included. Jesus is the Great Includer. He's got a jersey for you. It's for His team.

Ephesians 1:13

Heaven (Part 2)

Jesus fought and died for us. He is a valiant warrior. This is one reason I gotta go see Him when I die. I painted a picture of this in my previous entry called “Heaven”.

There’s another reason I gotta see Jesus when I die. He tends my wounds. This is the tender side to the fighter in Him. Here are my wounds: I’ve been hurt. Hurt others. Hurt myself. Failed to love. To forgive. To give. To find “my place in this world”. My previous dreams turned out to be a smokescreen for emptiness and self-rejection. Can you identify? I think most can, at least to one degree or another.

Then, I began to let Jesus tend my wounds, primarily through leaving the legalism of my own heart and finding a group of people who act as a “Room of Grace” where I am accepted and where my wounds are tended. Sometimes it has been a painstaking process because all along the way I have so many questions like, “Why would God care about me?” Or, “I guess He’s probably putting up with me, since He has to.” How could anyone trust a God like that one? Getting to the point where I finally realized that God flat-out desires to rescue and heal me took a couple years. This past year has been the best year of my life.

When I go to heaven, I gotta see the One who is tending my wounds right now. I gotta see the Great Physician, the wound-care specialist. He puts His arm around me. He tells me everything is okay, that there isn’t anything wrong with me even when things are falling apart. He doesn’t care how I perform or hold up against those who hurt me. He’s more concerned with me than my performance.

He isn’t just a fighter or a valiant warrior. He also cries with me. Spends time with me. Laughs with me. Tends to my wounds. I get to spend the rest of forever with this Gentle Shepherd. This Great Physician.

This is Heaven.

The Faces of God

God holds me, protects me, affirms me, loves me, teaches me, trains me, fights for me, and shows Himself to me through His children around me. I call these spiritual brothers and sisters the Faces of God. In turn, I am a Face of God to them.

We are interdependent and it is literally divine.
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*To clarify, I am not talking pantheism here. God lives inside me, but I am not God.

Heaven

I don’t know much about Heaven. I haven’t been there yet. What I do know about is the person I gotta see when I get there.

Picture this. Suppose you’re a young teenage girl who’s been sold into human trafficking in Thailand. You’ve been in there so long that you’re disillusioned and suicidal. So much has been done to you, and in turn, you’ve done many hurtful things to the girls around you, as well.

Several years after you were sold into the sex trade, a married couple you’ve never met (activists of a sort) manage to secure your release at the expense of their money, time, and even safety while they are in Thailand to make the transaction. For reasons unknown to you, they must leave and you're never able to see them. You only know they’re from Australia.

You’re sent back to your home country and a non-profit organization helps you get back on your feet and enter the job market. Fifteen years have passed and despite all of the deep wounds, you’ve managed to come to some peace in your heart and even forgive those who originally sold you into slavery in the first place.

A phone call comes to you one evening. It’s someone from the non-profit organization who helped get you on your feet years ago. Apparently, there’s been communication between them and the married couple who originally secured your release. If a visa can be arranged for you to fly to Australia, then they want to bring you to their home so they can meet you in person now that they know your location and how you’ve been doing.

I don’t know about you, but if I was this person I couldn’t wait to meet that married couple. I’d have so many questions about why they thought to do that for me. More importantly, I’d want to hug them, kiss them, and laugh with them. I probably be restless until I could get on the plane and go visit. All I know is that I’d want to BE WITH THEM. And, I don’t think the trip could ever be long enough to satisfy my desire to BE WITH THEM.

In a similar way, this is what I think of heaven. When I die, I want to be united with the one who secured my release from sin and death through his death and resurrection at the cross. I want to be united with the one who has an immensely powerful, yet tender heart for me and those around me. I have so many questions about why He would do such a thing in the first place. More importantly, I want to BE WITH HIM, and no amount of time will ever be long enough to satisfy my desire to BE WITH HIM. Thank God that there will always be enough time, and it will be forever.

God secured my release from sin and death. He has a powerful and tender heart that was willing to suffer and die in order to obtain my release. I get to be with Him. This is heaven.

Worship Through Writing

It used to bother me that music has never been a very natural way for me to connect with God. This is "worship" isn't it? I watch others having these fantastic "worship" experiences through music at church and I can feel like there is something wrong with me. I don't know how many times I've had speakers inadvertently "shame" me because God "commands us to worship" and it is "through music and singing".

Wow. Talk about legalism. I can't blame them when they say it, because it has been passed down through the generations, but it harms us nevertheless: this legalism I'm referring to. Unwritten rules we are supposedly supposed to follow in order to be in God's good graces, as if we needed to "earn grace".*

Here is how I personally worship God most often. (1) I talk to Him while I'm driving and reflecting on Him. (2) I write these blog entries. (3) I live in the light of vulnerability with trusted others according to 1 John.

When an idea about spirituality comes to mind (most often as I'm driving and reflecting) I realize I have a blog entry that is ready to type. The spiritual idea or practical advice is coming from deep within my heart and I realize my desire to write it down on paper is this powerful form of worship. I want to get His love out onto paper!

Some people sing. Some people write music. Some people pray in a quiet room. Some people preach. I write Crossing Border Stories. Read them if you want. I almost don't care. I'm worshiping God.
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Already Counting for Something

Sometimes I think about things and wonder "if my life is going to count for something" when all is said and done. Then I remember that the God of the Universe fought and died for me and I realize that "my life does count for something". Case closed.

Worship and Affirmation

When I'm genuinely affirmed by someone, I feel all warm inside. I think this is partly due to the fact that the person is affirming me as a creature of God, which really means they're affirming God too. I believe my experience of their warm affirmation is also my experience of them worshiping God through me.

Conversely, when I affirm someone, I feel so good about doing so. I think I feel this way because I'm affirming someone that God has created. Therefore, I'm essentially telling God how awesome He is. This is worship, not of the person, rather worshiping God through that other person. They reap the benefits.

Truly, as Jesus has stated, "Whatever you did for the least of these brothers, you did for me." (Matthew 25:40)

Tears in the "Room of Grace"

People get teary-eyed in my church reasonably often. A "Room of Grace" we call it. I remember last Easter we baptized a couple dozen people and I found myself very emotional, listening to their stories, and trying to cover my teary-eyes. Then I realized the guy next to me was doing the same thing. No need to hide them at that point. So thankful to be in a place like this.

On another occasion, I found myself a little emotional during the service. I had a tear in my eye. My first instinct is to feel funny about that, especially as a man. In this situation, I happened to look across the aisle and saw a 65 year-old man wiping away his tears. So thankful to be in a place like this.

2011 addendum: I continue to long for these moments of vulnerability when I and others in our congregation meet God in a tangibly emotional way. I don't get teary eyed as much in services these days, but my relationships are much more emotionally connected. I still find myself teary eyed in a number of other venues when I feel the power of God in relationship - especially when I relate to others and it is surrounded with joy and power or even sadness and loss. The tears tell me that God and others are real. Peace flows in and around those emotions.

Heavenly Status Updates and Tweets

Facebook and Twitter have obviously become somewhat idolatrous. What I mean is that they’ve replaced not only God as our source of affirmation, but even other real human beings as a source of affirmation. There is a caution we must all face here. Yet, as a friend of mine said the other week, we shouldn’t throw out the baby with the bath-water.

What to do?

First, we must recognize that a collective group of cyberspace friends is no substitute for God. It is no substitute for real human beings, on that matter. What I mean is that I can post a million status updates, receive a million comments of affirmation, but just like salt-water, I’ll remain thirsty, no matter how much I drink or how many updates I post.

Second, we must recognize that the need to be affirmed is a deep need* of ours that God has created in the first place. Not only that, but He provides lots of ways (yes, even Facebook and Twitter) in order to get that affirmation. However, there is a twist here which is small, but very important.

When I post a status update on Facebook, it usually comes from deep, down and inside somewhere in my heart. It might just be what I did that day, but it is important. It might be funny or profound, serious or mundane. In the end, however, it represents me and “me” needs to be affirmed.

The affirmation, however, can’t come from the Facebook collective or the Twitter collective. It must come from God, since as stated earlier, the collective is just like salt-water which never satisfies. Therefore, when I post status updates on Facebook, I try to keep one thing in mind: I’m posting the update primarily for God and all the angels--maybe even the part of humanity who is already in heaven. You see, they’re the ones who are most interested in my life in the first place. God is my advocate. His angels are also my advocates. Those who have already died and gone to heaven are without sin and therefore would have the self-less desire to read my status updates in the first place.

God and the heavenly hosts are the ones who are most interested in our status updates, even more than our friends on Facebook. Figuratively, they might be re-tweeting our messages to each other or having water cooler conversations about us. Jesus might have you and I on some 4D video screen with the remote control and gathering angels around to replay portions of our lives for them. “Check out so-in-so, Gabriel. Isn’t that awesome, what just happened?! He's learning more and more that I fought and died for him!” Or, maybe it's more on the funny side, Jesus says, "Holy smokes guys. I can't believe he just ran into that glass-door without seeing it. Let's rewind that part!" Maybe a couple hundred angels are rolling. He’s showing us off. In reality, He’s actually showing Himself off, since He created us in the first place.

God is the one who is most interested in our status updates. He’s writing comments all over your Facebook profile in heaven. Angels and others are writing comments too as they see our stories and how God has orchestrated all of our stories into this Grand Story which goes on for eternity.

So go ahead. Write your Facebook status updates, but don’t wait for comments from your friends, even though they're important. Know that God and the angels are all over your status updates and tweets. They already think you’re awesome. That’s why they’re looking at them in the first place.

By the way, short prayers throughout the day are the equivalent of heavenly status updates without the need to get to a computer or an iPhone. God and the angels pass along those invisible status updates and tweets even though nothing has been typed. It’s all water-cooler conversation about you and others up in heaven.**

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*I speculate that part of why we need affirmation so desperately is because when we are affirmed by another person, that person is actually worshipping God in one way or another. They’re affirming not only the person, but the one who created that person. Therefore, the person receiving the affirmation actually gets to be part of the experience of someone else’s worship through them. This is a seriously awesome transaction.
**Of course, all of the specifics is pure speculation on my part, but I hope you'll get the jist that it is God who is most interested in our status updates and tweets.

What do you want me to do for you?

A blind beggar approaches Jesus as he walks with a group of people. Those leading the way tell the beggar to be quiet. Jesus does the opposite. He says, “Bring him to me. I want to talk to him.” Then Jesus says to the beggar, “What do you want me to do for you?”

This question is so simple, yet so profound. So often we ask God, “What do you want me to do for you, God?” We have it backwards. It is God who asks us this question.

As this sinks into our hearts and we begin to relax in the comfort of God's protection, we sometimes might begin to ask God and others the very same question, but the reason for doing so will feel different.
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Luke 18

Do Not Conform to the Patterns of this World

The pattern of this world is the pressure to perform to prove our worth and an effort to marginalize those who don’t. The pattern of this world is to tear down instead of build up. We throw sticks and stones at each other, mainly because we’ve had them thrown at us. In the New Testament, God tells us to stop conforming to these patterns (Romans 12). Stop tearing down. Start building up. But what are we supposed to do with these cyclical patterns of performance and retaliatory based living? Primarily, we must first understand that God does not base His opinion of us on our performance or on who is right and who is wrong. We’re all guilty of throwing sticks and stones and might as well get over this fact that we fall in the same category. I must simply trust that God took it upon Himself to remove these defects from me through his own sacrifice and put all of His righteousness into me.

Once I get past the self-rejection and realize that He has made me perfectly lovable despite my performance in the here-and-now, then I no longer conform to the world simply by believing who He says I am. This is where the transformation begins and ends. I no longer conform to the pattern of this world when I make this change in belief. It is the core, the deep change, the repentance. I know this might sound counter-intuitive because we are all stricken with this false-idea that we stop conforming to the world through our behavior. However, that is opposite of the Gospel. The Gospel is that when I trust God for who He really is and who He says I am, then I no longer conform to the patterns of this world through having this belief.

Regarding our behavior, let's look at what Jesus has to say. This belief in Him as our Rescuer, Jesus tells us, is like a small mustard seed that will eventually become a great tree in the garden, providing shade for all around it. Eventually, from the beginning of this belief, I begin to realize that I feel much more relaxed. Those around me take notice and see that I no longer conform to the patterns of performance and retaliation. In hindsight, I find that my behavior conforms less and less with the world and more and more with my true identity as a child of God. How it happened exactly, I’m somewhat uncertain of in terms of the process, but one thing I do know is that it started from a correct belief in the fact that God has already reconciled my performance and my desire for retaliation in this world. Any other belief system eventually leads to self-rejection at one point or another which keeps us in a cycle of trying to prove our worth through performance or through proving ourselves right and others wrong.

2011 addendum: In addition to what I stated above, I believe that a person who believes God has already forgiven him or her is now in the process of doing good in the midst of sin, as opposed to trying to get rid of sin. We will sin. It happens regularly. What we must not do is heap mounds of self-contempt upon us. God's desire for us is to do good, to do relationship, and to believe it is okay to go out on a limb and do amazing things to bless other people even though we might fear that we won't live up to it the next day. This is sanctification by grace.

The Reason Behind Crossing Border Stories (Short Version)

There is a new picture* at the top of my blog Crossing Border Stories. A group of valiant geese cross the road, risking their very lives for who knows what reason. Oh, so many parables to be told about these lovable, courageous, dumb-witted geese!

Crossing Border Stories birthed when someone asked me to write down my thoughts on overseas cultures and ethnic groups.

Instead, I started writing these short, spiritual essays. I write them primarily because I love to write them. Second, I write them as an act of service to friends and acquaintances which is very cool.

I kept the name Crossing Border Stories to indicate the spiritual borders we all must cross in life if we wish to go through the spiritual healing process.

Aren't these geese cool looking? Strutting their stuff and all that.
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*Winnipeg Free Press. I hope "free" means I can use it.

The Reason Behind Crossing Border Stories

There is a new picture at the top of this blog called Crossing Border Stories. A group of geese valiantly cross the road, risking their very lives for who knows what reason. Oh, so many parables to be told about these lovable, courageous, dumb-witted geese!

Crossing Border Stories birthed when someone asked me to write down my thoughts on traveling overseas and the people I had encountered. Frankly, I didn't have much to write for some reason.

Shortly after creating the blog's name, God set me free from many of the legalistic attitudes* of my heart and I began writing the short, spiritual essays that you see here today. I had never believed I had permission from anyone to do so. I thought those things were reserved for pastors, theologians, or any one of the elevated "spiritual sages" I had esteemed.

Then, something happened. First, I began to see these ideas and experiences swirling around in my head and life as being something I could give to others as some sort of act of service. Wow. Me. I might be able to give something to someone. But, there was a problem. I still didn't think I had permission so for some reason. I still wasn't a pastor, theologian, or spiritual sage. It was preventing me from this act of service. Imagine! The rule I had in my head was preventing me from this act of service. This is the very thing that Jesus Himself dealt with every day of His life. The religious leaders kept saying He wasn't following the rules, so He couldn't be from God, or He would follow the rules. Some people said things like, "Isn't he just a carpenter?" What right does a carpenter or an ESL teacher (like me) have to say about the Kingdom of God? Do you see? These were all the thoughts working against me. Funny thing is these were all thoughts. All the religious hypocrites were simply thoughts in my own head.

Then, something happened. I crossed a border. An invisible border, to be sure, but a border nevertheless. I woke up one morning and the following popped into my head, "I want to make my own decisions instead of the right decisions." Crazy, huh? But, this was a defining moment in my past year or two of spiritual healing.

So, what did I do? I started writing. I started writing these spiritual essays, and I waited to see if lighting would strike. I hadn't asked permission. No seminary, no pastor, no spiritual sage gave me permission. I had crossed a border inside my soul called legalism*.

There is a web of accountability associated with my writings that I want you to know about, however, because I also want you to know that any time we venture out to publicly announce any learnings we have in our spiritual adventures, we must have a network of trusted others who keep us grounded.

First, I generally wait for the Holy Spirit to prompt me in my writing. I try never to write unless I feel like an idea has come to me that is grounded in my experience. If I write about things I've never experienced then I write about things I know nothing about. A clear example of that right now is the issue of forgiving others. I feel like I have a very small glimpse into this spiritual category. I don't have much to write about on it currently, but wait expectantly for the time that I can write about it.

Second, I have a network of grace-oriented friends primarily through my church who love me in the middle of anything. They completely accept everything about me even though they challenge me, as well. So, I live in grace and truth with them as much as possible, even when my insecurities are riding high.

Third, I have a list of about a dozen or half-dozen books that I point back to in my writings of authors who have inspired me and whose ideas or counseling suggestions have been proven over time through others and through experience. Examples are: Boundaries by Cloud and Townsend. True Faced by McNicholl, Thrall, and Lynch. Wild at Heart and Captivating by John Eldridge and John & Stasi Eldridge. The Beloved by Nouwen. The Chronicles of Narnia and Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis.

In the end, however, I must emulate these geese who are crossing the street in front of these cars. They are cute and courageous, but if they knew any better, they'd probably never have crossed in front of those cars in the first place. When we cross the borders in our own hearts that free us from legalism* we are like these little geese.

In our lives, cars are on the approach, yet we step out in faith. We take risks. We stop waiting for permission. We believe in God's protection. We cross borders. We write Crossing Border Stories.
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*For my purposes, I define legalism as the written or unwritten rules imposed on individuals within a given sub-culture that point us away from authentic relationships with God and others.

God is My Judge

There are all sorts of circumstances, ideologies, sub-cultures, people, and even my own mind who wish to judge me incorrectly. If I believe all these things judge me for who I really am, then I am doomed to a lifetime of frustration and self-rejection. This is why I believe in Christ. He judges me correctly. He judges me totally lovable because He has made me totally lovable. It is so counter-intuitive because so often I base my self-perception on my outward behavior instead of who God has declared me to be. He has put Himself inside of me. What kind of a God would willingly put Himself into one of His creatures and then put on a big frown that was dependent on anything other than His declaration of my righteousness? Christ doesn’t declare me righteous because of anything I’ve ever done to earn it. He simply declares I am righteous, lovable, delightful, fun, and enjoyable because He has declared me to be these adjectives when I came to my senses and saw that only He could make me this way in the first place. Then, He entered me in some sort of mysterious way and declared me to be all these things. Essentially, He declared me to be like-God, because by putting Himself into me, He had made me like-Him.

Now, when all sorts of things, people, and my own mind want to judge me, I pray to God as it is happening and say, “God, these things, people, and especially my own self can’t be my judge. God, you are my judge. I know You judge me correctly. Lovable. Righteous. Satisfying. I am not a mistake. Once I get centered back on who God declares me to be, then I can get on to maturity and living life to the fullest.

God Incarnate

The reason I believe Jesus is truly God-In-Human-Form is because of all the portrayals of God in the major religions and secularized spiritualities, I find He is the only one who fights and dies for us. In any of my objections I raise towards God sometimes, it is hard for me to get over this fact that He thinks I'm worth fighting for simply because He thinks I'm worth fighting for.

"God demonstrates His love for us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." ~Romans 5:8

God's Assessment

Sometimes I ask God, "God, what is your assessment of me?" God says, "Steven, I live inside you. I like it in here. THIS is my assessment." Okay. Enough said. God's nickname might as well be something like "Affirmation". The "face" of God are those who tell me these things on His behalf.

~1 Peter 4:11

God's Glory in Others

The more I heal, the more I see God in other people. It might be just a sliver of something glorious, but it IS a sliver of something GLORIOUS. It is still very intermittent because I'm a very judgmental person, which distorts my view of the image of God in others. Good thing He doesn't define me by this. Still, I see little glimpses of Him inside of people more and more. Pretty awesome when it happens!

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." ~Jesus

The Adventures God Longs to Take Us On

Our desire to go on adventures is fueled by God’s desire to take us on adventures in the first place. We live in a fallen world where people hurt and are hurt by one another. God longs to take us into this pain and suffering in order to be part of the solution for repairing such damage that has been done. We experience feelings of joy and exhilaration when we go through stories of survival and rejuvenation. We feel ourselves coming to life. We feel ourselves coming to the rescue of those around us by being resources* for their adventures, as well. Adventures call upon our sense for the heroic and for the romantic. It is in our design to emulate Christ in this respect. He fought for us. He died for us. He loved us. He raised us to new life. God longs to send us on adventures which raise us and those around us to new life.
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*We are unable to force those around us to be rescued. We offer ourselves as resources with healthy boundaries. If I think I can save you, then I am falling into a certain level of co-dependency which is unable to save you in the first place. Boundaries by Cloud and Townsend is a good book to help spell out the difference.

God's Hug-Collar vs. God's Electric-Dog-Collar

During a sermon yesterday, my teaching pastor expressed how we often wish God would put an electric collar around our neck, like the kind some people put on their dog in order to control them and keep bystanders safe. When we are tempted to sin, God could simply shock us and get our attention. “No sin. Bad human!”

My pastor's assertion (and mine as well) is that God is not one to work in this way. His love endorses our personhood and individual decision making. He is not going to use the physical pain of an electric-dog-collar to prevent us from committing sin. This would make us robots. However, I do believe there is something that God does do when we are about to sin that is similar to the electric-dog-collar, yet worlds apart in its nature. I believe it is worlds apart because it is the kind of help He offers that appeals to our identity in Christ rather than our performanced-based-old-nature. I think my teaching pastor would also agree. Let me explain.

I find that when I am tempted to sin, there is this part of me that knows I need to share it with someone else in my life that I trust. This part of me (I believe) is God telling me which direction is the way out. In 1 John it says, “7But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all[b] sin. 8If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. 9If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

One part of the way out (i.e. what purifies us from all unrighteousness) is to find a few trusted others with whom I can be transparent and vulnerable when I face temptation. For example, when I feel like going off on my spouse because I’m feeling resentful to them, this is a good time to call a trusted friend and say, “Friend, I’m ready to go off on my spouse right now.” This exposure and vulnerability breaks a lot of the power in the temptation to retaliate in such a situation. Also, a close friend who knows our sin patterns is able to help us see the situation a little more objectively and remind us that we are doing such a great job by trusting God in the situation and living out our true nature in Christ. Then, once we cool down, we can move towards our spouse in a much more healthy way (i.e. from who we really are in Christ), rather than being so reactionary. Of course, there are lots of other examples of sin, but I mention the above as a general example.

When we let a mature, trusted other into our lives in such a way, we are literally letting God into our lives. This is humility. This is the power to break sin. Making ourselves transparent and vulnerable with a mature, trusted other is the electric-dog-collar of another nature that God offers to us when we are tempted to sin. He won’t shock us, so as to force us into not sinning. Rather, He will give us a loving hug-reminder (usually a thought in our head) that we are a phone call or coffee rendezvous away from bringing our temptation into the light with a brother or sister in the faith. This faith-based and freedom-of-choice based hug-and-affirmation-collar is one of the major ways God is working with us to resolve the things (i.e. sin) that prevent us from really enjoying life to its fullest.

And, finally, there is one other amazing benefit to letting others into our lives. It isn’t just about us, this vulnerability stuff. It isn’t just about us feeling better about ourselves, although this is huge. When I make myself vulnerable to someone I can trust, I do two things that are others-centered and a huge blessing to them. First, I’m giving the person I’m being vulnerable with permission to act on behalf of the God of the universe (1 Peter 4:11). This is a huge way to actually give to the person we are asking help from. This might sound counter-intuitive, but by asking for their help, we are actually giving to them. In this way, it isn’t just for me, but for them. This is awesome. Second, I’m giving to the person I’m tempted to sin against. I’m not just calling a friend of mine to help me stop from going off on my spouse so that I don’t have to reap the consequences for such an action. I’m making myself vulnerable so that I can go back to my spouse in a loving way even though there is conflict that needs to be resolved and relationship that needs to be restored. This is also others-centered and also awesome.

Therefore, exposing ourselves to the light and being vulnerable as discussed in 1 John is not just about making my life more satisfying, but it is about giving to others as well. In fact, we might say that in giving to others that this is what makes our lives more satisfying in the first place.
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A reminder: For those who place their faith in Christ, we must remember that no matter how we perform, God's love and approval of us is constant and a never-changing 100%. There are a bizzillion amount of times that we will fail to live in the light according to 1 John, chapter 1. The point in following the wisdom of 1 John, chapter 1 isn't to gain God's approval, rather it is to mature and enjoy the lives God has given us and those around us. Also, because Christ lived in the light with the Father 100% of the time, then when I live in the light as well, I'm living out of who God says I am, "Christ-in-so-in-so". This identification is a huge joy.