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“I knew I’d be safe with you.”

I had a friend call me today with news of a recent decision that left some tongues wagging.  “People don’t understand,” she said.  “No, they don’t,” I said.  “But I knew I’d be safe with you,” she replied.  I told her to tell the busybodies that what she does with her life is none of their damn business.  She laughed and confessed that  often times she was too nice for her own good.

I’m not writing this to declare what a wonderful confidant I am…I haven’t always been a safe person.  If she had told me her decision 20 years ago, I very likely would have been one of the wagging tongues.  (And no, this gal wasn’t planning something immoral or illegal.)

The more I am freed from the shackles of religions, the less compelled I am to share my opinion (read: judgment) with others on how they are living their life or the decisions they’ve made.  I still have plenty of opinions.  But when I start opening my big trap and offering them my opinions, I change the nature of our relationship from that of friends  to an interaction between a judge and the judged.

It doesn’t work relationally.  It just doesn’t.

The more I step back from playing judge and jury with people, the more I am free to accept people where they’re at and I hope….just love them.

The times when folks DO ask for my opinion, I will offer it.  But with the preface that it is my opinion.

On the flip side, my good friend Joanne once threatened to “come over and bitch slap” me if I didn’t get my attitude out of a free fall.   (I didn’t understand exactly what a “bitch slap” was but I complied out of sheer terror.)

She’s earned the right to speak to me like that because we are both invested in our friendship.  Not because we’re not co- participants of the latest Beth Moore Bible study and we’re helping each other toe the line but because we love each other.  It’s got to come back to love.

And THAT’S the stuff that helps people change.

Potluck with Wayne and Brad on April 18

Here’s all the details:

  • What: Potluck- Please bring a main dish (Family sized covered dish) plus a salad or dessert. Out of towners- If it’s tough to bring a dish, email me and I’ll have you bring paper plates or chips,  etc.. Bring serving utensils, please. We will provide plates, drinks, utensils, etc….
  • Where: Dan and Joanne Miller have graciously opened their home at “The Sanctuary.”  (This is a lovely outbuilding on the back of their property that they use for their business.)  Please email me for the address There’s plenty of parking.  Come anytime after 5:00…we’ll shoot to eat between 5:30 and 6:00.
  • Out of towners: There are several motels in close proximity.  Ramanda Limited, La Quinta are a few names that are in Franklin.  Cool Springs offer a Hyatt Limited, The Loft, and other more upscale places.

Concerning Monday—Are you interested in more conversation with Wayne on Monday?  Please let me know. If it’s not a huge group, we can meet in our home for rolls and coffee.  Otherwise, we can converge on a local restaurant, coffee shop, whatever!  We’ll have fun!

I see that hand… What are we going to “Do”? We’re going to eat, fellowship, and talk about living a life loved.  If you have some questions for Brad and Wayne, this is the place to ask them.  If you’ve recently grown disenchanted with church or wondering if there’s more to this Christian life thing….this is a great place to come and be encouraged.

We’ll be a gathering of brothers and sisters on this journey and I’m confident there will be plenty of laughter and the beginning of some new friendships.

What we’re NOT doing is a quasi church service.  There’s no agenda here to start a new work and nope, you don’t need to bring guitars. ;)   And yes, children are welcome but there is no childcare provided. Please make certain your kids are appropriately supervised if so needed. (I’m being very frank here since we will be guests at the Millers. ;) )

If you have any questions, please email me.  (theresalode81 {at} Yahoo {dot} com)

We are looking forward seeing old friends and to meeting you, our new friends!

Would Jesus cuss?

What would happen if a scroll were discovered that shed a new light on the nuances in the words that Jesus spoke?

What if instead of calling the religious leaders, “white washed sepulchers” we learn that he was really saying, “You’re full of shit?”

How would King James handle that one?  “For verily, I say unto thee, thou art full of faeces!”

Why is this crazy thought so offensive?  I think it is because we’ve substituted a code of behavior for life transformed by his grace.  Because when you become a Christian, you’ve got to clean up your act, right?  (Which means no smoking, swearing, chewing or associating with those that do.)   And the first steps toward performance based Christianity are taken.

Truth is, Jesus was VERY offensive. He was a thorn in the flesh of the religious leaders nor did he mince words with them.  And I’m sorry, but Jesus did not speak the Queen’s English either; he spoke in the common language of the common man. He spoke so the uneducated and the simple could understand.

Somehow it’s much easier for me to think of the religious as those wearing tall pointy hats, swinging incense and chanting Latin.

No.  I need only look in the mirror to catch a glimpse of religion, try as I may to rid myself of it.  I find it anytime I sniff my disapproval at someone’s behavior.  I am confronted with it anytime I am offended because, after all, the Word of God says…...

And I know my tendencies well enough to know that if I lived in that earlier time, I would likely gasp loudest at Jesus’ heresy.  After all,we all know a good Christian would never swear.

Why is it that we gasp at outward behaviors and not at our own shortcomings and our need for grace?  You know the stuff…the stuff we work so hard at keeping hidden so we look good? 

Except for the love that transform me and frees me from the tyranny of Christian self improvement…I will remain on the treadmill judging others and remaining offended.   And also being judged and offensive myself.

Would Jesus cuss?  I don’t think he ever gave thought to his behaviors…his relationship with his Father defined who he was.  Living inside that love he remained holy; it wasn’t his committment to clean living.  But still- his extended invitation to enter into that same relationship with God sans condition was deeply offensive to the law keeper in us all. 

Living loved is the only thing that will make for the real changes.  Less gasping… more acceptance.  Less judgment and more love.

If anyone tries to tell you else wise, they’re full of….religion.

The irrelevance of relevance

balloons

Fun! Fun! Fun!

I was thinking about this the other day when we attended a community event sponsored in large part by a local mega church.  As I was walking around the bouncy things for the kids and navigating around people holding balloons that said, “Fun! Fun! Fun!” I had “What? What? What?” ringing through my head.

Here in the Bible belt the ingenuity to “reach the lost” never ceases to amaze.  Now don’t go thinking I”m not attacking these well-intended people; that’s not my heart.

Jesus was irrelevant on so many levels.  Take up your cross.  Love your rotten neighbor with the obnoxious teenager who guns his car.  Be nice to the jerk at Wal Mart.  And the one that makes my flesh crawl: Deny yourself.  Love your life and you’re going to lose it, Buster!

Somehow, I don’t think “Die! Die! Die!” balloons would be a good marketing move though.

How did what Jesus modeled and lived morphed into what we call the Gospel in the Western world?  Balloons? Circus Animals?  Rides for the kiddies?

Okay…so I get the idea behind this.  Lure them into a service so they can hear the Gospel.  Harness their over burdened schedules with meetings.  Guilt them into tithing for the new building wing even though they’re buried in debt and their marriage is on the breaking point because of it.

But by golly….we’re going to make disciples!  The Kingdom is a lot of work!

And according to the numbers, we wonder why people are leaving, nay, fleeing organized religion.  They know something’s not right but they can’t quite put a finger on it.  All they know is they’re tired….they’ve done the stuff….and they’re still broke, worried and harassed by life.

I sure don’t have all the answers but from my little corner I think it comes back to this quest to be relevant thing.  Jesus didn’t invite us to change our behavior or to try to make a message that was irrelevant to the masses relevant.  It isn’t about loving your neighbor or one upping your buddy so you can feel validated….He invited us into a relationship.

But because we’re so busy doing all this stuff…making disciples…attending meetings…passing out balloons….we forget that it all comes back to HIM.

If we don’t have time to sit at his feet and to learn of his love and allow it to transform our lives we’re going to continue on the same ole cow paths.

Everything Jesus did/say pointed to the Father.  His magnificent love for us and an invitation to enter into a relationship whereby we are transformed.  And then that love your neighbor stuff actually becomes a joy not another “to do” on the discipleship check list.

I certainly haven’t arrived at this but the little tastes of it I get on the way are indeed compelling.

Until we are willing to live loved and love others as we ourselves have been loved….well,  better stock up on those balloons.  theresa_sig

Christianty a la carte

The only thing more fun than people watching while eating a dog and Coke at Costco ($1.60!) is eavesdropping while you’re eating a dog and Coke at Costco.  (Did I mention it’s only $1.60?)

Yesterday conversation was amusing.  It was between a few women and lanky fellow with thick glasses and an overbite.  The topic: Church. A topic near and dear to my heard.

“There was a BAND!” woman #1 said.

Was that a gasp I heard or the HVAC system?

Nope.  I think it was a gasp.  “There were drums!  Git-tars! It was a regular BAAAAAAAAND.”

“NO!” Woman #2 said with disgust appropriate for the the discovery of a certain magazine hidden under her son’s mattress.

Overbite remained quit.

“And get this….the worship leader was a WOMAN!” woman #1 said in a stage whisper.

I plopped some more sauerkraut on my dog and took a swig of my Diet Coke.  This was getting good; but I dribbled some pop down my front.

“I’ll never go back there,” woman #1 said.

Overbite said something about a denomination; said that’s where they go. Ah! Woman #2 must be his help meet.

The scandalous conversation continued as they compared notes on what was appropriate for worship and what wouldn’t pass muster with the Almighty.

I slurped more Diet Coke and glanced away.  I think they were on to me.

A call interrupted their dialogue.  Overbite had to get back to the office.  And Help Meet had to go too.  The horrified one followed suit.  Yowsers!  Too bad her church didn’t have a doctrine about ill-fitting polyester pants.

And I was left alone with my thoughts.  That was fun.

Since when did Christianity turn into a salad bar or an a la cart menu?  A picking and choosing affair about how we view God….versus a simple relationship with Him?

Heavy on the lettuce….hold the bacon bits….oh wait….can’t have the bacon bits, they’re ungodly…Is the Blue Cheese more godly than the Thousand Island?

Oh, the silliness that ensues when we think of God as a good version of ourselves.  Or when we fashion an image of him based upon our opinions.

I suppose if you’re busy doing that stuff though, it keeps you distracted from doing the heavy lifting of loving that annoying neighbor and being nice to your family.

Saddest part though….it also keeps us from seeing the reality of his love and kindness.

Ah yes.  Life is full of learning opportunities.  Even at the Costco snack bar.  (Did I mention the dog and Coke are only $1.60?)

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The varnish of religion

This table, not unlike myself, is being stripped of its annoying finish

This table, not unlike myself, is being stripped of its annoying finish

Classic Theresa maneuver.  We’re in the midst of preparing to move and I’m trying to finish up a Math text before Molly’s debut in 8th grade.  So I decide it’s a perfect time to strip the kitchen table.

The table, a Craigslist bargain, is sturdy…beautiful….but the finish on it was awful.  The previous owner had stained it and used the wrong finish on the top so it felt tacky all the time.

Pretty crazy project to start but it really ended up being rather therapeutic.  Refinishing furniture was a hobby I enjoyed in the before kids’ days and doing this made me remember why.

I started with a heat gun and realized quickly that this stuff was too gummy to scrape up.  So I used a chemical and the fun began.  It was gratifying watching the annoying finish come up.  And then….POWER TOOL TIME!

Back and forth, back and forth.  I love my little finish sander.  As I was doing this I couldn’t help but think about the “finish” some people wear in religious circle.

There’s those glossy, high endurance people. They look impressive and I admit…I envy them sometimes.

Then there’s your garden variety finish…sturdy…not too flashy…maybe a few water rings from cups on the surface.

I think I’m probably in the “distressed” finish category.  (The first time I saw Bob Villa whip a bicycle chain on a perfectly good piece of furniture I thought he had lost his ever loving mind.)

I’ve since grown a little more fond of the distressed look. Not necessarily the bike chain kind…the sturdy furniture that shows the wear of a lot of life.

It just seems more honest and real to me.  Not to mention dependable.

My years in religion taught me a lot about finishes.  There’s a lot of stuff that gets glossed over and the performance driven agendas place more value on the shine than what’s underneath.  (Ie, a good Christian attends church, reads his Bible everyday and gives to the poor.  Never mind that the people he “fellowships with” have no idea that his marriage is falling apart and he’s deeply in debt and suffers insomnia because of the burdens weighing down his heart.)

Or for instance….here’s a little lingo and my current understanding of their meanings.

“Righteous indignation”:  As in, “I heard that Sally was watching that heretic Oprah and I felt righteous indignation.” Oh pish posh…you got pissed off because Sally’s behavior didn’t live up to your expectations.

“Grieved in my spirit”: some sorrow involved but pretty much the same thing as the first one.

“Standing on the Word”: This is similar to the prosperity crowds creed of “Fake it till you make it.”  Or…this is used when you’re dealing with fear and you’re trying to deny it. Look, I have no problem with clinging to a Scripture verse….they often comfort me….but let’s be real, okay?

“Fellowship”: This used to mean to me that your butt will be in a church building at a set time every Sunday.  If you’re really spiritual you’ll be there Sunday night too.  This meaning has deeply changed for me.  Now it means engaging in relationship with those my path crosses.   And learning to love people without trying to control them.

Polish and shine are fine on a table.  But when it’s used as a construct for relationship with our Creator or with one another it’s about as deep as…well, varnish.

I may just leave that table alone for a while.

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Confessions of a curmudgeon

Yeah…I admit it.  I can be a curmudgeon.  A Kill Joy.

Sometimes I just call it being a careful mom.  Or a realist.  No sirree, Bob….no one can accuse this girl of seeing the world through rose-colored glasses or a Salvador Dali lens!

“Be Careful!”

“You’d better not!”

“You don’t know what may happen!”

Or one of my more cerebral admonishments…“Did you research that first?” (I mean, God forbid we buy something with out consulting Consumer Reports, right?)

Truth is, fear is driving far too many things that come out of my mouth and heart.  Not where I want to live.  Nor do I want my kids second guessing piddly decisions like I often do.

My friend Dan Miller wrote a  brilliant piece on his blog about fear.  You may read it  here.  One little nugget he writes: Fear masks our ability to see the positive.

I have to be very intentional about telling my inner curmudgeon to shut up and take a hike.  (But I might trip and fall, its little voice whines….) And of course, some days this is a bit more of challenge than others.

But I think its a key to learning to live loved.  The opposite of love isn’t hate…it is fear.   This works not only on my relationship with God but how I relate to my kids.

Powerful stuff all the way around.

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You might be a legalist if….

….all the other churches are messed up except for yours.

….you have a hard time finding other believers with the same level of “conviction” you have.

…you believe breastfeeding, “God’s Way”, is a mandate from heaven.

…you have a checklist of activities that must be fulfilled in order to receive God’s promises.

…you believe the Bible is a guidebook for righteous living and not a love story that reveals God’s kind heart.

…you believe the fate of your neighbor’s eternal lives is dependent upon your prayers and Gospel presentations.

…you believe God’s favor on your life is a result of your “obedience to the word.”  (And if others would only get their act together, they too could have favor.)

This was where I lived for many years. (Much of this, anyway.  I could never quite dig the militant breastfeeding doctrine.)   The fruit of it was joyless living and defeat.  When I run into someone still ensnared in this stuff I feel sad for them.

It also makes me mad at religion and the destruction in brings to people.

I was thinking about this last night as I watched a show called “Wide Angle” on PBS.  It was about a young woman who wanted to compete in the Miss Israeli beauty contest.  Because of the religious sect she is part of, there were actual DEATH THREATS against her because the contest require appearing in a bathing suit on TV.  And even more sadly…her UNCLE was one of the three people arrested for plotting her murder.

Now granted, I’m personally not into bathing suit displays and would not be a happy mom if Molly decided to cavort around in one as part of a competition.  (And God forbid…if *I* ever did the bathing suit thing there would be an entirely different motive for any death threats received. ;) )

After much turmoil and anguish, the young woman met with a tribunal, er, the religious leaders, who “persuaded” her to drop her pursuit of her dream.

I couldn’t help but think of the similarities between this radical stuff and the Christian culture here in America. (Check out Greg Boyd’s Myth of a Christian Nation for more on this.)

Wanna learn more?  Join the conversation over at “The God Journey.”

Learning to live loved….relaxed in God’s Grace….is still a fairly new thing to me.  It’s disorienting and fabulously freeing all at the same time.

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What is your will, God?

Oh speak to me, Jesus!

Oh speak to me, Jesus!

I love to rise early. This morning I settled into my chair on the deck with my cup of coffee….and a LOT of questions on my mind. Where should we move to next? What will homeschool look like this year? What about the many dreams I have….that haven’t materialized?

I don’t know about you but when I have so many things on my mind, it makes me want to go back to bed.

The prayer that I’ve prayed many times over the years, (yeah verily…I can pray it in King James,) without even thinking. Lord what is your will? Will you open a door for (fill in the blank)? Please send me a sign…a prophetic word…a Scripture…oh, for crying out loud, even a timely fortune cookie would be welcomed.

And I’m coming to the conclusion that here is his answer: What do YOU want?

Yep. You read that right. What do YOU want? Yeah…YOU! What is YOUR will? What are YOUR dreams?

Lemme explain. Much like institutionalized schooling has dumbed down the masses, I think institutionalized religion has dumbed us down in the dreaming department. We’re taught from the pulpit about this mysterious will of God. Told to pray for it, to seek it earnestly, to pursue at all cost. Of course, this “will” is never very well explained…it’s sort of a vague target out there.

(Unless of course the kid’s Sunday school needs a teacher….) ;)

I remember years ago as a foot-loose single. I would attend the early morning prayer time with a few others at the church. One morning, I was standing at the map of the world posted on the wall browsing…dreaming…praying when the pastor, a man whom I greatly loved and looked up to, gave me a squeeze on the shoulder and pointed to Montana and said, “Focus, focus…”

The tacit message was clear. God’s will for you is here.

Did the pastor dude have malevolent intentions? Of course not. But looking back at this as a solidly middle aged woman, if I had it to do over again, I should have told him to take a flying leap.

Religion confines people. It says, “Don’t do that!” and uses the fear of missing God’s will as a powerful control mechanism. And again, I’m not throwing rocks at people…it comes with the nature of any institution.
The value of the institution and its goals supersede that of the individual.

In its extreme, it’s Jonestown. (Remember that mass suicide?)
Or in a more recognizable form: For me it involves rethinking that nebulous topic: “God’s Will” and exploring in a new way the freedom that God has granted to every human being as we were created in his image.
Failure to do so is as deadly to the soul as that Kool Aid was to the lives in Jonestown.

Wanna live in the woods like Thoreau did? Go check it out. Wanna find a spouse? Do whatever practical steps you need to take and move forward. Find a job that makes you happy? Investigate new job options. You get the idea. I think God moves when we move simply because of that freedom thing.

I’m not trying to minimize any of these things, remember I’m the one that was up at 6:00 thinking of my own issues.
But I think we need to change our mentality from “God would you open a door” to something like, “God, I’m going to move forward and trust that MANY doors ARE open and I’m going to trust you to CLOSE the ones that are of no value to me in my journey.”

It’s taking me several years to sort this out and it’s by no means a done deal. But I will say this, the sense of freedom and joy it brings far, far outweighs the discomfort of setting aside old familiar, comfortable ideas.

“…..If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours…” Thoreau

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The illusion of control

Don't be fooled by his youth...the kid's really a genius

Don't be fooled by his youth...the kid's really a genius

Caleb, when he’s not making cracks about bodily functions and other typical 11-year-old boy stuff, is quite the sage.

Yesterday, while  he was pondering the meaning and purpose of life he queried, “Mom, why are video games fun?”

Ah! A learning opportunity has just alighted.  I gave him my usual  thoughtful”let’s explore this together” answer and said a la Scooby Do, “I ron’t ro.”

Caleb was undaunted and continued pondering this weighty subject when the light bulb began glowing.

“It’s because I can control other things!”

Ah, Young Grasshopper.  You are learning.

He continued, “In real life, I can only control ME.”

Oh my.  Where’s my notebook?  This kid is grasping a concept that most of the world needs to understand.

I had been thinking about this quite a bit lately while I was reading the workshop descriptions for an upcoming Homeschool conference.  Consider this description:

Five Minutes with a Darwinist: Exposing the Fluff of Evolution.  If you only had 5 minutes talking with a friend who was an evolutionist, could you quickly topple the main pillars for evolution and present a strong case for creation.

My thoughts: And this will encourage them in their spiritual journey….how????? And….How would I feel if someone referred to my tightly held convictions as “fluff”?

From my perspective, this is another attempt to use religious mechanisms to control another’s beliefs.  And religion is one of the worst perpetrators of this tactic.  (Just pray this prayer…just attend this seminar…or as I heard one dear saint say in regards to dealing with a severely handicapped child who was having a tantrum, “You need to speak to their spirit.” I’m going to bravely ask a question in regards to that last one, “What the hell does that mean?”)

But back to the conference offerings.  How about this excerpt on a writing workshop:

Writing is the quintessential skill for young people preparing to be 21st century apologists.

Oh dear.  This makes me tired just reading that.  That’s a butt load of responsibility for a kid….learning how to argue and defend on behalf of Big Guy.

True, writing and communication is probably, IMHO, one of the most important skills a child should gain in order to be successful in relationships and commerce.

But it’s back to this control thing again.   I’m not throwing rocks at these people….these are the rules I played at for a very long time.  (And still continue to struggle with.)

But here’s the deal: It’s so dang tiring trying to control everything.  And it sucks away all my energy and keeps me from what Jesus did ask me to do: Love my neighbor. Or how about having safe, loving relationships with my family?

I have seen very few believers, (myself included) who exhibit  the”joy unspeakable and full of glory” that Jesus talked about on a regular, consistent basis and I am utterly convinced it’s because we haven’t relinquished trying to control others and circumstances.

If you’re feeling overwhelmed from “Taking a Stand!” or “Pressing on!” or….eeeeeeyewwww….my pet peeve “Taking this city for Christ!!!!” I encourage you to take another look at the dynamics going on.  We talk about being a people of New Testament grace but the reality is we’re  just as busy fulfilling the law as ever.

Our mandate from God is quite simple: Love others.  His yoke is easy and his burden is light.  Jesus in a loving divine conspiracy with Papa….took care of all the rest.  And when we do need to do something, he even sent a Helper.

I’m going to pass on the apologetics workshop and I’ll save the evolution arguments for the scholars. As a matter of face, perhaps I’m considering taking up video gaming to scratch that control itch.  (After all, it IS played with a, har, CONTROLLER.)

And I am thinking that perhaps, at next year’s convention, we should book a spot for Caleb to offer a workshop.  I bet that would go over well.

In the meanwhile…If you’d like to order my new book, “15 Points on HOW to Love Your Neighbor,” (Subtitle, Easy ways to manipulate your neighbor’s behavior so you can get them to pray the sinner’s prayer and earn brownie points for yourself with God) just send $24.95 to…

I’m KIDDING…JUST KIDDING…OKAY?!

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