Thursday, March 27, 2014

Jumble of Fruit Loops...

  There is something definitely wrong with me. Not the usual - kinda goofy, overeating and inappropriate gas passing stuff that I'm commonly associated with. I mean, let's face it, that hasn't changed in 49 years . We need to keep expectations real. That stuff is more " problematic" than " wrong" anyway.  My Wonderful Wife may not agree exactly with that last statement, but I think that has more to do with her personal exposure than strict adherence to definitions.
     I am looking more towards how I view things in this wonderful life. My perspective is always a little off kilter. Not neccasarily surreal or delusional ( neccasarily ), but more towards " non-linear".
         My brain is really a strange place. Not in a bad way, per say, but it definitely is not conventionally  compartmentalized. 
             As a child I had constant migraines from birth until age seven. My right leg didn't work right and always dragged along beside me, wherever i went. We had an old doctor who had spent his career predominantly in the army and World War 2. His diagnosis was that I was a spoiled brat and had been faking this since birth. My mother eventually brought me to a neurologist in Schenectady and after the initial EEG showed abnormal brain waves and my eyes and Babinski reflex did not respond as expected, the Dr. pronounced my little thinking machine officially messed up.
           He talked about tumors and exploratory surgery. My mother was somewhat traumatized by the concept, but as an inquisitive seven year old, I found the idea kind of cool. Long story short, he started me on medication and the symptoms stopped. That did not bring the natural color back to my poor mothers hair but it did bring her back a little bit from a serious freak out.
        Even when I didn't do anything wrong I drove the poor woman crazy...
                                  But back to my thinking....
                    I read the Bible sometimes. Not nearly as often as suggested, but I do read it.
        I spent years reading all kinds of books on spirituallity, searching for the truth. I admit I found it predominantly in the Holy Bible. Almost exclusively, in fact.
              God reached me the hard way. I learned about Jesus real simple.
                                                              " I can't"
                                                              " He can"
                                                        " I think I'll let Him..."
                         I searched the Scriptures for a long time trying to figure this whole thing out.
                                             Trying to beak it down to its simplest...
                                 I need to keep it that way. A lot of people don't understand that. There is an expectation that everyone should hunger for Gods words. I get that. I philosophically understand how that should happen, but with me it just doesn't go that way. Not in studying, anyway. I really learn a lot more from the Sermons given at our Church and my soul is fed by them. I do love hearing Gods words explained in context and the conversations on our way home about the points of contacts shared. I watch Charles Stanley before Church and always find a deep personal relevance in his Sermons.
        Studying just doesn't reach me like that. I suppose this makes me a bad Christian.
                    I understand that the whole Bible is about Jesus. We were created with Gods full knowledge that Adam and Eve would mess it all up and as my Pastors always say, this was not His plan B. It was His plan A from the start.
                What keeps going thru the jumble of fruit loops in my Mellon head are a few simple facts that I do not know exactly how to interpret...
            Christ's greatest earthly enemies knew Gods Words best.
              They were functionally clueless. His meaning flew far over their overly educated heads and still they refused to believe.
                Knowledge is terrifying when it has the ability to nullify the truth that inhabits your heart...
                   These were not bad men. They loved God, as much as many of us, as much as they knew ( or didn't") Him. 
                         So my internal question of questions is this:
                            Are we so much smarter now?
                            Are we " better" now?
                            Would God think us arrogant to claim less falability?
                                I understand that we are Graced with the Holy Spirit when Saved and if we are quiet and open and our hearts are right, He will unerringly guide us.
                               As often as this happens to us all....
                   We live in a world of Sin and slippery slopes of judgement that are incredibly easy to start sliding down. The saddest part of that tragedy is if we are zipping down it, we are the last to know.
       So I don't know if it is because I'm a bad Christian, overly cautious or just plain lazy that I don't study the Bible much.
             Most of you have you have seen my Facebook posts at times. I can be judgmental, overbearing and very un- Christ like, especially when I'm right. That scares me.
         There are times I can see no difference between myself and the Pharisees and Sadducees when discussing religion with some people whom I take personal.
        That is not a very good Christian. Running on knowledge and not Christ in my heart is always a bad idea for me.
              So personally, I find it more peaceful and the traumas minimized if I just keep it simple.
                  When I allow God to nourish my soul with the same trust as the birds of the field, realizing daily He will provide all I need, we are at our best communion..
           I remain open to Him, however He chooses to come.
                There are no good or bad Christians, just saved ones. All unworthy, all functionally a hot mess, to reasonably same degrees. I do know I Love Jesus.
                                I hope that's simple enough...

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

I can almost hear him laugh...

           So, as i shared earlier, I had decided to move my feet where God might want them. I realized it was just one step forward on a long road and that I should pace myself in any motions i would make. As I began research on future schooling,  I breathed easily, with the calmness of someone who's mind was at peace. No rush. No pressure.
       This is what I was feeling yesterday, happy and blessed as I came home from work.
           My Wonderful Wife told me as I came thru the door that she had received an e mail that was meant for me, from one of our Pastors informing me that a men's study on Discipleship was starting...in three hours.
         I read this with confusion and trepidation. I had been planning to take college courses on this exact same subject - in the future - with much more time to prepare (procrastinate?)...
                         I thought I heard someone laughing at my timeline...
                                           In fact, I'm nearly sure I did...
                                 Standing there, looking over my Wonderful Wife's shoulder, tired from work and anticipating some nearly deserved couch and t.v. time, I mentally weighed all the choices..
                           I found every justification to stay home. There were other dates and times...
                                 ... and I asked myself if God would rather my feet be resting gently on our hassock or lightly pressing on the gas pedal in my car, on the way toward our Church?
                               I remembered someone long ago telling me that what a man does today is a really good indication how they will act in the future..
                                                                  So I went.
                                                           It was a good choice.
                                My past has always held me back from service towards people. That and my struggle with sin. Who am I to try to share Gods gift of Grace when I look at what I have been?
                                 I am not one of the pretty people and I do not have that bright look of salvation in my eyes. It is in my heart, but hidden as i sit in the back of the room, in " the best seat in the house". 
                I struggle with obedience and often fail in the attempts. No Church pedigree, here.
                        I love our Pastors and am inspired every time that I hear them. I look and realize that in many ways, I am not like them. I cannot do what they do.
                                                  Recently I realized something else.
                  That God did not save me from a drunk and drugged up stupor so I could relax.
                                                 I really don't like this part...
                      I ask often why much better, kinder and smarter men and women with hearts much larger for service than mine have relapsed and died from this disease, or worse, never accepted recovery at all;  and why God chose me to have this gift of Salvation and recovery? 
                     For a while I thought it was to meet my Wonderful Wife. I saw my first, second and third sons born and thought it was because of them. Partially, that was all true.
                                 But do i believe those are the reasons why?
                                                       Not really...
                            I was delivered from addiction and alcoholism and saved for Gods glory.
                               He did this so I could proclaim His Love, His Forgiveness and His Grace.
                                      This life I occupy today really has nothing to do with me...
                ... and it is time to give up the chair in the back, the best seat in the house.
                                              I really don't like that either. Not at all, really...
                                    But I will do it. I don't have to like it. That is not a requirement.
                                                         But Obediance is...
                            So today I face a role that I have dodged for a very long time.
                                 Warts, flaws and all, moving forward. I have no clue how or even if God will use me. That is none of my business. I just need to put my feet where I think God wants them...