Wednesday, May 20, 2015

A Definition of God for the Purpose of Pursuing a Relationship



Defining God…as best we can

It’s a terrible confession but my faith has been paper thin for most of my life; mostly a lot of flowery expressions, important sounding words and doing the things I thought would impress others. In this headlong dash for communal approval from my peers I missed some very basic elements, and the two most crucial I can think of that I passed right by would be, 1.) a definition of what the Kingdom is, and 2.) a working definition (in human terms) of who and what God is. Sounds so rudimentary as to be embarrassing, but when one is embracing a new life it behooves one…and I do so hate to be behooved!...to start from the beginning with an attitude of humility and the mind of a student. I am, of course, lousy at both but I figure I’ll just fake it till I make it!

So, having given a few words and even fewer thoughts to what the Kingdom is, I’ll backtrack just a wee bit more and take a look at the Patris. Understand these are not my words, nor my thoughts, but the business of the health of one’s soul and its relationship with God is of primary importance in life (I believe), so I have no problem whatsoever in shamelessly stealing them and posting them on my blog. At the very least I shall give credit to the original author and, who knows, writing them down may burn them into memory…at least for a time.

So, without further adieu, allow me the great pleasure of introducing you (and myself) to….God. Some afterthoughts will help round out this definition, I think. I hope these words, again not my own, mean as much to you as they did to me when I read them this morning:

(who God is, by Adam Clarke, as taken from Dallas Willard’s ‘The Divine Conspiracy’, pages 65-67)
God is…
…the eternal, independent, and self-existent Being; the Being whose purposes and actions spring from himself, without foreign motive or influence; he who is absolute in dominion; the most pure, the most simple, the most spiritual of all essences; infinitely perfect; and eternally self-sufficient, needing nothing that he has made; illimitable in his immensity, inconceivable in his mode of existence, and indescribable in his essence; known fully only by himself, because an infinite mind can only be fully comprehended by itself. In a word, a Being who, from his infinite wisdom, cannot err or be deceived, and from his infinite goodness, can do nothing but what is eternally just, and right, and kind.

Now, from Dallas Willard…
Think of someone whose every action, whose slightest thought or inclination, automatically assumes he reality of the God Adam Clarke describes. When you do this you will have captured nothing less than the thought of Jesus himself, along with the faith and life he came to bring. And with such realities in mind, it then becomes illuminating to say that God is love.

Why does this mean so much to me? Aren’t there volumes of passionate prose written about the nature and identify of God? There are indeed, and I’ve read a few of them. Perhaps I just never read them when I was consistently seeking him so diligently or needing him so desperately. Since God has always been there and doesn’t move, maybe it was just my time, and I’m perfectly okay with that. Especially now, since to have a relationship with someone you very much need to be able to know who they are and what they are about. In this, I think the words above do very nicely.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

What's the Kingdom?



The Kingdom Wha-HUH???        
Between moments of bold pontificating and spouting off as if I really had any idea what the heck I was talking about (a great failing of writers who think expertise on a subject comes about after 45 minutes of research), someone had the audacity to ask me a direct question: what is the Kingdom?
I scratched various parts of my body in consternation. I should know this one!
“It’s, er…well, ya know, um…right. Okay, it’s kinda round on one end and has that antenna-looking thing poking out, and it gets great gas mileage.”
Anything except, “I’m not sure.” I was famous for that as a kid. Ask me anything, go on. If I don’t know the answer I’ll make one up and probably make it sound pretty convincing. This time I just ate the crow-under-glass and decided to plead ignoramus-ness and respond with a very honest, “Let me get back to you on this.” Okay, that’s not true either. I threw out some pat answer that (I thought) sounded good and then quickly wandered off topic. Not sure how honest even that response actually was because I had every intention of leaving the country in shame at not having a ready answer, but now…I’m ready!
The Kingdom is…
-          The King: first and foremost the Kingdom of the Heavens, the Kingdom of God, the Kingdom Among Us is the King Himself. That may be the most capitalization I’ve ever put into a single sentence, yet all are appropriate. Christ is the Kingdom and the Kingdom is Him. In human history when a European monarch traveled to another realm, he was considered to have brought his own kingdom with him by his very person, so that is not only a very human precedent but a logical one as well. We still do this today. Travel to France or Mozambique or wherever and enter the United States Embassy there. The first thing you’ll see are United States Marines and for good reason; they are technically standing on U.S. soil. This not only makes good spiritual sense but is also quite convenient, as one must merely reach out to Christ and invite Him to join in your life to be able to touch the actual Kingdom. A little Kingdom, anyone? Every Happy Jesus Meal comes with a free Kingdom inside.
-          The Rule: the Kingdom, any kingdom, is also the law that governs said realm, and in our case it’s the very Rule of God. Grossly misunderstood by man in what Dallas Willard calls “consumer Christianity”, the Rule of God is often confused with the rod of God, meaning a list of “do’s” and “don’ts” that goes on endlessly for the sole purpose of making life miserable. DON’T play electronic music in church was an old rule that held for decades in most circles, but is now commonly accepted because it was, in every aspect, completely stupid. Likewise the notion that tithes were specifically for building funds, church utility bills and pastoral salaries. Great, the lights are on and Father Ted’s Lexus payment has been made, but there’s a homeless guy sleeping in frigid temperatures on the side of Our Lady of Perpetual Suffering and Hypocrisy. The real Rule of God was explained in detail on Mount Sermon, or whatever that place was; do unto others as you would have them do to you, forgive, don’t judge, turn the other cheek and most importantly, love God with all your heart and your neighbor as yourself. Thank God that Jesus was a firm believer in the K.I.S.S. principle because complex, legalistic concepts just aren’t my forte. So the Kingdom is law; perfect, just, merciful and all-encompassing law.
-          The Place: rationally, the Kingdom is also a place, a legitimate where (interestingly, it is also a time and we are told that the time is now). The actual geographic locale of the Kingdom of God is…drum roll, please…right here. It’s not so much being built as it is being reclaimed; one stick, one stone, one soul at a time. It might be a stretch to say that God ever lost it since He doesn’t strike me as the kind of Lord to lose His wallet or car keys, but His perfect creation was certainly invaded, or infected if you will. Since then, all of creation has been in one long, slow, stumbling fall into anarchy, chaos and evil. When asked about who’s going to be the next president my answer is always the same: I don’t know, but historically the next one is always worst than the last. The same with history. Julius Caesar was outdone by the barbarian hordes, the Vikings were one-upped by the Crusaders, Genghis Khan kicked everybody’s butt yet couldn’t hold a candle to Napolean and Mr. Bonaparte was a rank amateur when compared to Hitler. In fact, it’s been said that more people have died in the 20th century than in all the Chuck Norris films combined, and that more Christians have been martyred in the last 100 years than in the previous 1000. I haven’t checked the facts on this, but it feels right…if “right” is the proper term to be used here. All this was said to demonstrate not only what the Kingdom is not, but where it is not. It’s not to be found in greed and hate and ugliness, in violence and bitterness and sadness. But it is to be found in love, in kindness, in gentleness and compassion and understanding and especially in the patience brought about by faith and obedience. When you love and laugh, when you are generous and forgiving, when you smile at your children while they’re sleeping or tell someone who owes you money or wronged you foully that it’s okay, then I get to dab your cheek with a napkin, baby, because you got a little Kingdom on you.
So the Kingdom is the King, and it’s His Law of Love, and it is His people loving one another and being kind to one another, here and now. These days you might have squint a little to see the Kingdom, like a hazy mirage on the horizon, but it’s there all right and getting clearer all the time. Brick by brick, soul by soul, our Lord is building Kingdom all around us and amongst us, and He will not be thwarted no matter how many thwarters come out of the thwartwork.
But the best description is, to me, the Kingdom fulfilled and accomplished. You’ve seen it, in your dreams or in your mind’s eye perhaps. Perfection. Perfect beauty, perfect love, perfect health, never ending life, total absence of pain or suffering or death. A garden that ever blooms and never dies. Bees that don’t sting and snakes that don’t bite, rivers of bathwater temperature water that is clean and perfectly fit to drink. Gentle rain showers that make you giggle and are not at all uncomfortable. Freedom, strength, power, joy and a good night’s sleep where you never once have to get up and go to the bathroom. All your friends and family gathered together without a single argument or resentment. Every dog and cat you’ve ever owned playing happy and healthy at your feet, devoid of fleas and the itchy hairs they left on the furniture last time.
But wait, there’s more!
Communications between loved ones that are never misunderstood. Noble, gentle thoughts that are never interrupted. Creativity that is never stifled. The utter absence of depression and those wonderful pharmaceuticals that sometimes make it better and sometimes make it worse. Even the memory of pain and poisoned thoughts will be gone, yet the lessons learned will remain and just be a part of who you are and what you do, and you’ll do that thing (whatever it is, for we are all so unique it’s eerily similar) forever. Every skill you’ve ever had perfected. Every talent fully expressed. Perfect order, perfect justice, perfect peace both within us and around us. Apparently my divine calling is to be a Kingdom salesman! Step right up! Grab the Savior and drive a 2015 Kingdom away now!
Sound like heaven? Well, I suppose it is because like the Kingdom heaven is not so much a place (often supposed to be some other place than here), but a person. The Person. To be in heaven is simply to be with God, and contrariwise about hell, the other other place. And so to be in the Kingdom is to be with The King. If you’re with the King then you’re in the Kingdom, here and now.



Monday, May 11, 2015

A "New" Look at Psalm 23



The Divine Shepherd, Psalm 23, A Psalm of David
Back when I was a Baptist and knew everything by virtue of my likewise perfected teachers I would have considered any rewrite whatsoever of God’s Holy Word and Scripture the King Jimmy 1611 to be blasphemy of the most heinous sort, not to be tolerated. There just wouldn’t have been a stake big enough to burn me on. But I’m in recovery from the real blasphemy now, undoing years of false indoctrination that made God out to be the meanest guy in the universe and rewriting a legalistic interpretation of scripture that has probably sent more people to hell than pornography and gluten combined!
My biggest problem was, per Acts 8:31, that I could recite bible verses all the live long day until the hypocritical cows came home but basically I had no idea what the hell I was talking about. And having come clean about doing this most of my life I now see it all the time. It’s no wonder that Christ Himself was so angry with the Phrarisee’s and a wonder that He didn’t do some serious smiting on them, or maybe He did. In any event, and forgive me for criticizing the Almighty here, it seems that to allow legalism to run rampant throughout human history is akin to allowing Bubonic plague to infect the Garden of Eden. It’s that bad. It’s totaled that many souls, very nearly my own. I used to joke that if the rapture occurred Sunday morning, would anyone notice…not that we believe in such things in our modern enlightened age!
So without further adieu, let’s have a look at that most famous of Psalms, Psalm 23, The Divine Shepherd and break it down in terms that I can understand and that mean something to me.

God is my protector, my keeper and my guide, and I have everything I need or desire.
Because of him I can relax in a place of security and plenty where all my needs are met.
Because of him I can relax in a place of peace and refreshment where my innermost fundamental being is restored to a right working order.
He guides me in a way and to places that are the very best for me, just because he wants to.

Even when I’m traveling through grim and terrifying places I don’t have to be afraid: he won’t leave me.
He has tools he uses to both protect me and correct me, and these are a great solace and comfort.

He even provides everything I want and need and more and does so in front of people who hate me;
He treats me like an adopted son, like a king treats his prince, like royalty, so that I have more in life than I can possibly use.
I know for a fact that good things and right actions, and even absolution for my many mistakes, will be a part of my life for the rest of my life, and that I get to live with him, right next to him, together with him, for the rest of my life and even into the life to come.

I’m looking above my head right now and I see no sign of a thunderstorm or lightning strike. Blue skies indeed, and what’s more is that I didn’t just recite a well known scripture out of rote or ritual; this means something to me. It gives me hope and confidence and more than a little joy. I can’t speak for you or anyone else, but just by putting this in my own words, his living Word took on new meaning and application. Thank you, God.

Healing, Needs and the Fallacy of Manipulations



‘Da Troof!
How honest are we, really? I mean self-honesty, not the easy kind where we do our taxes right or tell someone else they have a piece of spinach in their teeth. But the real, deep-seated, hard-to-admit/ouch-that-hurts/am-I –really-like-that kind of honesty. Experiencing the feeling of epiphany when even discovering the topic and coming to understand it (as I am trying to) would seem to be an indicator that I have little actual experience of being truly self-honest when I’m just now getting a grasp of what self-honesty actually is. As always, there are examples.
I want something from someone. It scarcely matters what that thing is, I just want it: praise, affection, a cookie…who cares. This person isn’t stepping up to meet my needs to my satisfaction (and after all I’VE done for this relationship! That’s a joke, by the way, and a pertinent one as you will see) so I slip a dagger slyly into their ribs, some cut-down, some jab. The attack, for that is certainly what it amounts to, may even be based on some factual instance or behavior, as we are all imperfect creatures and wide open to criticism, but my motivation is unsound and unhealthy and quite selfish. Let’s say I’m just lonely, feeling hurt and alone. I “reach out” to someone, if that’s what one calls a heavily landed psychological blow from an uncaring flailing fist! Because they didn’t respond or respond favorably to my expectations I point out a fault or failing of theirs, a course of action sure to further deteriorate an already twisted scenario. If they’re wise they simply avoid the whole mess and don’t engage with someone who’s approaching them in such a manner and with such a motivation, and in fact our gut instincts are usually correct about how “safe” or gentle the intentions of another human being are; we can just tell, and get a bad vibe when it doesn’t feel right. If they do engage it is unlikely, since I’m now getting what I wanted which is their attention (positive or negative), that I will recognize the poor basis and motivation of my own approach. Or it may just devolve into a fight, which might also be what I wanted…scary thought, but not without merit. Don't get me wrong here. I'm not talking about jumping out of a dark alley and screaming at someone like a slathering psychopath. The original approach (which I have both given and received many times) is usually something very subtle like, "I guess you're real busy these days, huh?" Don't buy it. What's really being said is, "I guess you're too busy to care about me as a human being because you're so wrapped up in yourself while I suffer like a dumb animal." That may not come out of my mouth, but it's pretty close to what's coming out of my heart.
But let’s say they don’t respond and don’t take the bait. Silence ensues. That heavy, thought-provoking silence which is sometimes just another person being very busy (or just not giving a squat) or maybe their guts are telling them to steer clear. In that silence I am faced with my own intentions for initiating the original assault. More silence. I’m now officially out of “the river” (the flow of God’s Holy Spirit where intentions mean everything). I sense this about myself and am sensitive to it, fairly close to a redeeming quality if ever there was one! So I apologize, filling the silence. Or do I?
“Hey, I was just kidding! I didn’t mean anything by it.”
That…is a lie.
I wasn’t kidding. I did mean something by it. I wanted your attention, I wanted you to comfort me, I wanted to get things from you which should come from myself or from God or which I should be doing without like a grownup. But you didn’t respond the way I wanted, and since there’s a nugget in every sinful nature that wants to be God and control other human beings (ironic, since God loves and respects free will more than anyone), I lashed out. Now I’m adding manipulation to my crime of being pathetic, adding injury to insult as it were. It’s not MY fault for being needy and manipulative, you see. It’s YOUR fault because you don’t know how to take a “joke”. Indeed. Was there a joke anywhere in this mess? I think not. Definitely a joke-free environment, and you can always tell because, well, it wasn’t funny. It was manipulation, trying to get others to do what I want, to get my “needs” met at no expense to myself and with minimal effort. Recognizing this behavior is a good step, and recognizing the unmet needs is an even better one. I wasn’t being funny, I was being frustrated but not ready to give up yet, so I made it your fault instead of stepping up and accepting responsibility for manipulative behavior. Sometimes I may succeed in making you feel bad, which drags me farther into denial about the original intent, but more often than not I’ve just twisted myself and the situation to a point where I can’t see my way out of it. That’s why silence is, indeed, quite golden at tmes.
So what’s the truth, or ‘da troof? The truth is that we’re all hurt, we all have injuries that create a sense of need. I am not only not an exception I’m a poster boy for hurt! But is the solution to my hurt a pain pill, a feel good instance? Will it really help me to have someone feel sorry for me in my state and put some emotional salve on the wound instead of addressing it? No, in fact that’s the worst thing that can happen because the wound itself is never addressed, only the selfish need to “feel better” is at issue here. The wound can only be healed by God. People can, and sometimes should, be there for comfort but one should never have to beg or coerce. They might actually be quite busy with their own hurts and a mess like this may be interfering with their own healing path, that place of healing that only exists between God and human being. I originally reached out/lashed out because I did not want to go to God for healing. I probably don’t like the way He does business or trust Him enough to do it right, and that speaks entirely for itself. But His healing is healing, and far better than the band-aid I would receive from another human being. Compassion, yes. Empathy, sure. Nothing wrong with any of that in healthy doses. But using another to avoid God, no we probably need to draw the line there.
As an addendum, the responses of others can be brutal in these situations, which sort of turns the table on the needy aggressor and can exacerbate a conflagration. Instead of kind, gentle words of “Hey, what’s really bothering you?” the approached person may lash out in their own turn. This has happened to me, from a family member. They were right, of course; I was being manipulative. But because they’d been the victim of many manipulations in the past their response was inordinate and angry in its own right. In such an instance you just come clean about it, man up, admit your fault and as much of your motivation as you can see, apologize and move on with a vow to try never to do it again. I can’t help your hurt which manifested itself in such ire at being twisted up, nor can I expect you to help with mine. Supporting each other is a different matter from playing god/healer with each other, and gentleness is almost always a fine approach, laced with firmness at times, because gentleness avoids the whole tug-of-war approach of human nature which, when you pull one way commands me to pull the other.
So (speaking to the rest of humanity), I’ll make you a deal: I’ll not turn to you for soul healing and try to manipulate you into doing what I want for my own needs if you’ll correct me gently and not lash out in your own turn. And vice versa. It may take some work but with self-awareness and a good heart, self-honesty

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Kingdom Gentleman

What a guy! One of the more overlooked attributes of the King of Kings is that fact that he was and remains a true gentleman. I suppose I'll have to capitalize that "G" and I don't have a problem with that, seeing as gentlemen are in notoriously short supply. I speak primarily of myself, as I have lived the majority of my life under the guise and guile of a gentleman while usually acting a true Baalam's ass. What good does it do to say "please" and "thank you" and then cut someone down with scathing sarcasm? Or to hold the door open for a lady walking into a building for the overriding reason of taking a long, lingering look at her hinder parts? And, again for my own part, most of the times I've used the term "sir" it came off phoney even to me. So gentlemanly behavior is perhaps a tad deeper than just pleasantries or outward appearances, and as with all things of value there just might be a Kingdom value and application here worth looking at.

Firstly, and I stole this from the movie "Dances with Wolves", no man can tell another what to do. Of course, you can but the results are often quite predictable. Put simply, there is umbrage and this is not unexpected. People, sons of Adam and daughters of Eve all, are made in the image of their Creator and are in their own right creative beings themselves. Whether straddling a wheelchair or perched in the highest tower of glass and steel (or ivory), we are immensely powerful beings. No matter your political affiliation, if you came across Obama throwing down on a ham, pork and bacon sandwich with some of his friends in Washington D.C. would you say to the man, "Hey boy, fetch me a napkin."? Almost certainly not, mostly because it would be the sworn duty of several Secret Service agents (there's the "gent" word again) to pound you into oblivion if you did so. But why not? Maybe you really needed a napkin, maybe he was already getting one and preparing to return to his seat right next to you? Maybe, as has been the case far too often with myself, you thought you were a really funny guy and couched your "request" in such a way and such a tone as to come off with an innocent humor and not sounding like an order at all? The answer is that you are still telling someone else what to do, giving an order where there is no cause to do so. I'm sure that every employer in America may take exception with me on this point, and I'd hate to make my argument before a military tribunal during a major conflict, but the fact is that to my knowledge Christ never told anyone to do anyone...and he made the world, as well as ourselves.

Take this concept to its appropriate level. You're walking down the street and come to a city park, perhaps at night. Some thugs or perhaps some Quakers drunk on power and apple wine are getting ready to beat an AIDS-ridden transvestite prostitute to death. Remember, we're still talking about sons of Adam and daughters of Eve here, creative beings of terrific power and potential. The first blow lands, what is the Kingdom response? "Stop it, you funny-hat wearing, hate-filled, overcoat sporting crazy people! Don't hit that poor woman...guy...whatever!" Now, you're doing a good deed, a real mitzvah, standing up for a brother/sister who cannot defend themselves, and you're about to wade in like a rescuing hero resembling Harrison Ford in "Witness" when he thumped that yokel who stopped his pickup truck in front of the Amish wagon and wiped ice cream on that one guy's nose. Who could gainsay or debate the rightness of your actions?

I could, and here's why. I'm going to almost certainly quote you now, as I am without utmost certainty quoting myself: "It's not what you did, it's how you did it." How often have we judged, correctly in many an instance, the motives and methods of someone who was quite sure, correctly in again many an instance, that they were doing right? Was it their tone, their inflection? Maybe it was the look on their face or that sharp gleam in their eye. I concede here and now that you're right, because no man has cause or justification to be barking orders at another. It's just not cricket, mate...or Kingdom-like in this context. And if you are right and just in your cause, wouldn't you want to go the extra mile in staying right, in staying firmly in the area of justness in both appearance and approach? And think of the results, or possible results. How would a thug react as he (or she) is about to commit violence on a helpless human being and you quietly walk up and ask them to stop? Ask them.

"Well, Mr. Writer," perhaps retorts my dear reader, "They'd probably stop what they were doing and beat the living tar out of ME!" Yep, they might very well do that, and guess what? You just succeeded in your goal, because they are no longer affronting the innocent and the helpless. You just lived a Kingdom principle, and good things are always the result of this, whether in this world or the next. It's possible that as soon as they're done turning you into a red mist they'll resume their original intent and go back to pummeling our poor prostitute, but I think it unlikely. They'll probably be too tired, or perhaps too bemused with confusion or too wracked with laughter. In any event, you have done your part and God can now take over. I've found in every instance that he does a better job of everything than I do, so that's a good thing.

But it's also equally possible that, having approached a situation such as this in a Kingdom manner then Kingdom power will then be applied and perhaps in generous doses. Maybe the assailant will, in a state of disbelief that a hero such as yourself approached in such an uncharacteristic heroic fashion that, after a little good-natured ribbing and mockery (something we Christians should be used to or at least willing to acquaint ourselves with) they'll seek better sport elsewhere. Then you can lovingly pick your prostitute up off the ground, brush him or her off, get him or her cleaned up and live happily ever after just like in "Pretty Woman".

A point is that Kingdom living is infectious. What would be the result of such excellent testimony in the life of the prostitute, or the assailant, or some passerby? The possibilities are limitless and unpredictable by the humble mind of man, especially mine. All this just by asking instead of telling, and this is an extreme scenario. Apply the same principle in line at the DMV or when dealing with an employee who is used to having orders barked at them. Better yet, apply it with your wife or children, whom are now being treated as equals and peers, people whom you want to grow with the kind of self-esteem your treatment of them inculcates. Christ came that we might have life, and that more abundantly. And that sounds like pretty good life to me, being asked instead of told. And not all smarmy either, something of the order of "Would you puhhhh-LEASE give me a cheeseburger and fries, if it's not too much trouble?" That hardly merits the question mark at the end of that sentence, and again I'm utterly guilty of this kind of self- and public deception, couching an angry, unhappy spirit behind formalities that, in all honesty, don't mean squat.

Getting back to our beloved daughter-of-Eve (or Adam) prostitute, that actually happened. Christ came upon a woman caught in the act of adultery, about to be stoned to death for her infraction. He didn't tell anyone to do or not do anything. In fact, he just sat on the ground and played with his heavenly Etch-O-Sketch for a bit until people pondered the question he asked. Granted, it was a really killer question but his approach was as Kingdomly as it gets. This has a lot to do with his motive: he wanted to spread the Good News, the love of God and the coming of his Kingdom...and keep the blood off the rocks, I might add. I don't know exactly what happened to those "gents" so quick to judge and kill, or even the woman whether she went on to join his ministry and lead a women's group at the local Baptist potluck, but it's a good guess that Christ's approach had some effect. The nature of that effect, just like with you or I, depends greatly if not entirely upon our own position of receptiveness. We might get fastly furious, we might even pick a new target for our rock-chucking...or our lives might be changed forever and the Kingdom again enhanced and enlarged. Pretty sweet, eh? That's the power of asking and the power of Kingdom living, and it never fails. Christ was and is a true Gentleman, THE faithful and true Gentleman.