Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Weakness of Happiness

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The child that avoids confrontation by sitting with teacher.
The freshman that avoids upperclassman hallways.
The professional that avoids the venomous receptionist.
I have lived them all and know sloth when I see it.

Sloth is a sickness

Humid, it came in a middle school-aged sweat on a weekday morn years ago. Having been pursued by an unrecognizable few on ten-speeds to the point of imminent pain, I awoke abruptly to that feeling we term relief, which in minutes gave way to the crushing realization that my life actually resembled my nightmare. I had become an unwitting accomplice in embarrassing an unstable older student and he threatened me regularly with retribution. That dark morning in my bedroom is yet marked as the point I discovered that the decisions I made could lead to external and therefore internal imbalance—that feeling we term stress, the great unifier of time and people.

Waking yesterday, internal vertigo came on cue before coffee and without nightmarish persuasion. What did I fear? Nothing and yet everything. What was there not to fear when each day held potential for terror: moral err, depression, the encroaching wicked world and death. And I, being a Christian and a preacher-defender of God's Word would surely find myself once more at odds with popular opinion and the neighboring heathens; and therefore ostracized and misunderstood as a bigot to someone. If I could not live happy with peace of mind, why wake up?

No Pain, No Gain

Then I heard the phrase over the radio: spiritual athletics. It was a term used to describe the view of some fourth and fifth century saints. They saw the spirit as worthy of training as the body. And as the physical self required resistance to grow strong, so the spirit required struggle; it was for this reason they chose to live in the desert of Sinai, the epitome of struggle. But I am sure you would rather skip through a field of daisies right?

So let us skip in the field of daisies! Just be sure to put on your sneakers first, as they allow for the best skipping. Wait, no sneakers? That is a shame since the best tennis shoes will cost a pretty penny. So off to work you go, and if your luck is as good as mine has been, your overseeing manager will be a slave- driving psychopath that will make tranquility a near impossibility. Suddenly bliss-filled sessions of skipping seem less attractive when they can only take place during select late night and weekend hours. Maybe that is why Jesus never promised happiness—he would have been lying.

Get Right or Get Left

The word we now translate as “happy” first meant “lucky” or “favored by fortune” when originally used by the Greeks and later by the Europeans—happiness is a condition of circumstance. Our hope as Christians is not that our circumstances will make us feel “happy” or “lucky” but that we would find joy in the immutable, unchanging nature of God. A preoccupation with being happy is an obsession with a non-existent world, like the millions of poor souls in 2009 that reported they would have rather stayed watching a particular movie than return to their troublesome lives in this world.

In this world you will have trouble” said Jesus in John 16:33, so to not expect trouble in it would be to not expect contact in American Football; life is a collision sport.

My cousin having recently returned from a military boot camp in Texas, recounts the trying details of his experience to the surprise of many. But when I think of it now, I wonder what would be more of a shock: to hear that his training was a daily hell or that it was the most delightful vacation of his life. The military trains the minds and bodies of our men and women in the anticipation of their engaging a fearsome enemy. Do we not have an enemy in the spiritual realm that requires comparable vigilance? And how much can a life of ease help us in completion of our campaign against the evil one and his forces? Very little, I am afraid.

Pain is Temporal but Victory is Forever”
-Jeremy H.

There are usually two extremes suggested for solving the issue of spiritual sloth: complete surrender to reckless masochism or reckless hedonism, neither is what I suggest nor what the Bible proposes. Let us look back to John for an answer down the middle path.

In this world you will have trouble” Jesus said in John 16:33. Taken as-is the quote may give a believer legitimate reason for fear or hopelessness, when in actuality it is simply a sour pickle in the middle of a sandwich. Thankfully, the scripture sits between: “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace“ and “But take heart! I have overcome the world.” The answer to stress is to see all trouble in the context of Christ. He is our source of strength in this world gym.

As long as Satan holds a grudge and people with free will walk the earth, potential struggles and troubles walk with them but that need not trouble us. Struggle may be an expectation of athletics but victory is a promise for those in Christ Jesus.

Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.”
  • 1 Corinthians 9:25

In Him,

Jean-Marc

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Obsolete Amusement

sad teddy



I     was once 10 years old,


I do not mean to blow your mind, but I was. There was a time in my life when girls were fourth after toys, movies and pizza (I actually turned a girl down for a movie and pizza at 10, but that's another story :) ) But there was a time when I was content to move about my Power Ranger and X-Men figurines, enacting epic battles and having awesome adventures in the 'world' of my bedroom.


I'll never forget though, the day around the age of 12 when my brother observed one of these 'epics' and asked me: "So, your still playing with toys?",
"Yeah", I said.
"Well, you'll grow out of it" he said, "it will happen".


And amazingly enough, as time would have it, I did. I spent less and less time assembling my Ninja MegaZord and I cared less about from whom my X-Men would save the 'world' next, until (and I am not even sure when) I stopped playing with them all together.


I did not have a word for it then, but now I would call it 'maturing' or 'maturity'. I began to give up time with my toys to make time for greater things. I had to give up saving the 'world' of my bedroom so that I could begin having adventures in the the actual world outside of it. Toys could not satisfy the 'epic' need growing inside me.


" They followed worthless idols
and became worthless themselves"

- Jeremiah 2:5



"Still Playing With Toys?"



It becomes obvious children never wrote the dictionary when you look up the word 'toy'. If you ever did, you would come upon these words in Webster's: 'obsolete', 'trifle', 'bauble', 'amusing act' and 'diversion'.


When my older brother, Ruben (then around 20), began the now infamous interrogation, it is clear we operated from two different frames of reference. I was having a ball, enthralled in my 'make-believe' battles and rescue missions but he likely saw nothing more than a big mess on the floor and a kid making sound effects with his mouth--this was now 'worthless' to him because he had gotten a view of what was out there.


I wonder if that is how God sees some of us today, running about in our PJs, playing with things that are interesting but essentially 'obsolete', fun but nothing more than 'diversions', important to us but 'worthless' to him. Idols.


"Those who cling to worthless idols turn away from God's love for them." 
-Jonah 2:8


If I  ever had the chance to share my life with you, you would know that so many times I carried my 'toys' in a suitcase wherever I went, but I believe he is maturing not only me but many of us to the point where we may, thankfully (Hallelujah!) forget where they are.


Up until a few hours ago, I had believed my problem in this life was with people ("I don't need anybody"--LIE), and I made 'idols' out of relationships: "If I could just be with this group"or "look this way" I thought, "things would be wonderful" but God was not content with my "make-believe". For he wishes to give me the experience of  a real love, a true adventure and mission that begins outside of the play room.


Unfortunately, for these 'toys' we do not always "grow out of it" naturally -- but we can, by His grace,  make the choice to and He will help us do it.


For as it is written friends:
"Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up"
-James 4:10


He knows the plans He has for us and He wants more for us than to play 'pretend'.


In Him,
Jean-Marc