The way that I really feel inside…intimate information and emotions…anger, joy, love, resentment, bitterness, excitement…those human stirrings that distinguish us from the rest of the animal kingdom… I keep those harbored within mainly because of the many voices that “worry” or are “concerned” about my spiritual well being. Actually, more than that, I simply don’t believe people know exactly what to do with my baggage other than hand it back to me. My issues are too deep and awkward for many of my Christian acquaintances to dwell on. Sure, a friendly hug, the offer of a shoulder to cry on, a “God knows your situation,” can come in handy, but let’s face it…none of that is truly transformational when I get the feeling that all a Christian wants to do is fix my sin. And usually I can’t even get a word in edgewise when sharing because they’ve already got a solution for me or have figured out the so-called root of my problems. So of course the best way for me to truly open up is to write. No interruptions right? But then people tell me that I share too much information about myself on too public a forum. To that I say, at least it feels like someone is truly listening…empathizing.
I shouldn’t feel that way. Not when I belong to a people of faith whose Creator became one of us to experience the very struggles and sufferings I (and every human being on the face of this planet throughout the history of the world) encounter daily.
I once made the mistake of opening up to a group of veteran missionaries at an international conference, the youngest of whom was 10 years my elder. We were encouraged to share our true struggles with one another and I quickly opened up to these would-be mentors. But after a few days of judgmental “spiritual motivation” I made the stubborn decision to never ever again be so hasty about opening up my wardrobe of secrets to other believers. I hate that it’s easier to talk to my non-Christian friends (of course I know they can be less judgmental because their standards for living differ from those of us who are of the Book).
To be an honest person within Christian circles is a scary thing. I’ve viewed enough church movies, read enough feel good stories, seen enough sermon illustrations, and experienced too much real life to realize that handling true vulnerability and filthy sin can sometimes be just a good ideal that the church wishes they could tackle. But the reality is, deep dark struggles can make relationships and situations uncomfortable. I wish I could say that my brethren were strong enough to handle my burdens. Not that I’m asking anyone to carry them, I just wish I could unload sometimes. I’m not averse to hearing some good ole constructive criticism. I want to hear what God wants to say to me, even if it hurts. But that’s just it. I want to hear the Holy Spirit, not someone’s opinion or advice that though inspirational sounding, sometimes contradicts the Bible.
A community of faith where I can be honest, confess my sins, be prayed over, cry a little, be chided for acting so selfishly, be rebuked when I’m going against Biblical principles…that’s what I seek.
Rant, rant, rant…I don’t do it enough. Here are a few things I need to share:
– God has unleashed a plague on our household. We have a tick infestation! Have you ever heard that Brad Paisley song about checking a girl for ticks? Sounds flirtatious in the song but when you’ve got to do it in real life it is the grossest thing ever. And our house is like something out of a horror flick. Ticks climbing up the walls, crawling out of our clothes. Once one of them came out of Josiah’s mouth while we were watching TV. What’s God trying to teach us in this? And do ticks actually serve a purpose? They live in darkness…they are evil. Maybe if the FALL hadn’t occurred, ticks and cockroaches wouldn’t exist either.
– People keep asking us for money. Not the occasional beggar, nor the street person, but neighbors and students just coming over. I get texts, messages on paper or through neighbors, and people stand outside our door and yell my name incessantly until I emerge out of the doorway. It’s like the entire city is asking us for money. I don’t know how to explain to you how awful those voices are. I know they’re not visiting me just to say hi. They call me in a way that communicates, “Edwin, come out! We know you’re in there and you have to give us money because you have some and we don’t.” Sometimes they scream in anger when I don’t get to the front door in a timely manner. And they make us feel guilty when I can’t give the desired amount. I absolutely hate it. It’s not helping my attitude. I assume everyone is just plain lazy and selfish…and remember, I’ve been helping the poor in a professional capacity for almost a decade now.
– Thieves. Man oh man. They steal my supplies, they rip me off at the store, they take stuff around my house. They don’t even look like thieves. They come dressed as friends and professionals, blue/white collar workers. But before you know it you’re missing valuable things. We had workers build a hut in our front yard. By the time they were done scamming us, we paid triple the cost of a normal hut and the thing isn’t even finished. Now we have to hire new workers to get it done. And to top it off, they took the materials I bought. The community’s response was to laugh that I paid so much and fault me for trusting those people (who came highly recommended by community members in the first place!). I have a very hard time trusting anyone right now.
– We can’t get pregnant. Why is it that the people I’m helping are completely and utterly irresponsible parents with a gazillion kids. We have to figure out ways to feed their malnourished children or to get them educated but they keep having more kids. I can use the collective and disrespectful “they” pronoun because I know soooo many. And Amy and I are super responsible and have the means to have several kids of our own. We’ve been trying for over a year. No luck. Why? And before you suggest it, yes we’re planning on adopting one day.
– I’m sick. Amy’s sick. Josiah is sick. Makes me wanna cuss.
That’s what’s happening. Thought I’d share that with whoever is reading this. You could read it and think, “Well Edwin, you’re experiencing all that because you don’t have enough faith in God. You don’t trust him. So He needs to discipline you.” That might be true. But I’ll tell you. I have enough faith to sell all our belongings and take my entire family to a foreign place for the sake of the Gospel where no Christians exist and we know absolutely no one. I believe in Him enough to pray for hours at a time every day and to tell people of His goodness even when they think I’m just a crazy dude and even when my life is in a chaotic tailspin. There are a lot of things I’m not doing right…but I’m not exactly rebelling or disobeying my Father in Heaven. I guess sometimes Christians just need to suffer. And sometimes I just need to vent…like in this blog.
I believe that there is hope. You should read Romans 8. Amy and I just did. It was encouraging. Here’s a preview from the Message version:
“They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one. None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing – nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable – absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus or Master has embraced us” Romans 8:38-39