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    Theresa Lode or, simply “T”, had her world turned upside down and inside out when her son was diagnosed with ADHD and a few other goodies. Her choice- follow the doctor's orders....or trust her heart and delve into the world of Free Range Education. She chose the latter...

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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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Building the kingdom…one Tedious Dance at a time

Yesterday Caleb attended a church service with his buddy.

“How was it?” I asked.

“Oh, it was okay,” he replied.

“Didcha learn anything?”

“Oh, not really.  We learned a tedious dance and learned about the VBS that’s coming up?”

Jay and I started howling.

“A tedious dance?” I asked in between my laughter.

“Yeah….it was like the Five Dollar Foot Long Dance,” he replied.

What do YOU think?  Would performing this dance make you, um, er….hungry for God?

Caleb further explained.  The Five Dollar Foot Long Dance mini-lesson was part of a promotional teaser for the upcoming VBS.

He went on to tell us about the “kid’s service” he attended.  Moms and dads go to the big sanctuary and the kiddos go to age segregated programs. The new church building will also have a restaurant and an area to make it look like Opryland, he told us.  Throw in a few ferris wheels and elephants….

Woo-weeee!  This Kingdom building takes a lot of work!  And money too.  But you know what?  It just doesn’t make no never mind to me anymore.  I am just so happy to be free of the system.  Free of the obligations.  Free of the goofiness of tedious dances, manipulative evangelism and personality driven services.

I especially delight in hearing my 11-year-old’s perspective on this because of the clarity with which he can see through all the nonsense.  Don’t get me wrong…he has as much fun as the next kid at a VBS.  But kids have a way of cutting to the chase in such a refreshing way.

But I think he sees through the ruse we’ve done in Christianity.  As I build relationship with my kids and with my Father….it’s done through trials and good times…..honest dialog….transparency.  I don’t want my kids to learn of me through what I write or the memories of other people….I want them to spend time with me and to engage in life together.

That’s where the real growth happens.  Five Dollar Foot Long dances might be good for advertisement but it’s a pathetic portrayal of the rich invitation God gives us to live in relationship with him.

And you don’t have to learn any tedious dances!

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