True Lies

No, this is not going to be a blog about Ah-nald.

I have the privilege of talking to a lot of people who have had one or more traumatic events in their lives that have sent them into this downward spiral of self-loathing. From the outside looking in, these people seem to be at the top of their game… perceived success in virtually every area of their lives from money to family and beyond. Then there are others who seem that no matter how hard they try, they cannot seem to get ahead. They work hard, they pray a lot, they give. It seems that God is somehow against them. I see people who have been so beaten down by life that they cannot stand up straight any more.

I had an interesting impromptu conversation with my Grandma Orvin the other day. For those of you who do not know this woman, she is a force to be reckoned with. She is from a generation who truly knew poverty and hunger. She grew up in the depression with lots of brothers and sisters. She and my late-Grandpa were pioneering Pentecostal ministers in the South. They were ridiculed and persecuted. Her first child (my uncle Perry) lost his left eye to cancer at age 2, then died from the same cancer at 34. Her 2nd child (my mom) was deathly sick the first two years of her life. It is a miracle that she made it. Aren’t you glad, though, cause I would not be here!

She is a formidable woman. She is one of those people who prays, and keeps praying until an answer is given. I will always remember as a child hearing her pray for hours, laying face down on the floor of her bedroom.

In this impromptu conversation, we started talking about self-esteem. This was on Wednesday afternoon, and I had just had a long day of counseling. She said something that I found to be interesting. She told me that she has a tremendous amount of faith that God will meet everyone’s needs. She has never doubted that God would and could move heaven and earth for everyone… except her. She has never believed that she was good enough or special enough for God to move in her life. She was never smart enough, attractive enough, or like-able enough for people to care about her or appreciate her abilities. She looks back at her life and is amazed at all that has happened and how blessed she is. And she wonders how it all happened with all of her inadequacies.

I have never really heard her talk like that. She is one of my heroes… a woman of strength and uncompromising faith and commitment to God and her fellow humanity. She has given all of herself to the cause of Christ her entire life with no complaint, only glory to God. When I heard her talking about her own insecurities, I heard my own voice. I heard my mother’s voice. I heard how these kinds of destructive lies are passed along though generations of the most well-meaning and devout people, and not just people who are walking time bombs.

It is amazing what we believe about ourselves, and the kinds of people we allow to be a part of our lives, no matter how much they have hurt us or torn us down. We have been scarred by others who were so hurt and broken themselves, and we choose to believe those things spoken to and over us rather than the truth of Christ. He has created each of us to be powerful men and women of God. He has afforded us grace and mercy that we could never deserve, and loves us so much. Often we can only see the mess. He ALWAYS sees the possibilities.

Grandma gave me some great advice. It is time to see ourselves as God sees us… and to stop believing the true lies.

Throw the bums out…

I am a political junkie. I love the whole process. I stay up late during every election night, dancing with glee or throwing things at the TV, depending on who wins. I will leave it to your imagination as to which recent elections I danced and which ones I threw things. Many have said that I should be in politics because I love it so much. I disagree, because I speak too frankly and honestly to ever get elected to anything.

I started writing about my soap boxes with regard to certain political and social issues, but decided against it. It is difficult to discuss these issues in today’s politically charged and politically correct environment. Labels are cheaply thrown around when people disagree with the political establishment, and considering I have the opportunity to minister to lots of different kinds of people, I choose to keep most of my political opinions to myself. Those of you who know me best already know the hot-button issues for me, so feel free to ask. I may or may not answer. =)

One thing I know for sure… we need a political revolution in this country. The corruption and sleaze that surrounds today’s political process causes apathy in most voters when it should inspire more activism. Politicians who claim to seperate their personal moral position from their “job” are trying to sell us some beach-front property in Oklahoma. It is ridiculous. If the courage of your convictions is not incorporated into your job, then they are not convictions. I do not care if I agree with you. Just be honest and vote what you believe. Let the people decide if they agree or not.

I think this disease is not just limited to the political realm. It seems no longer realistic to actually believe in something. There is nothing that is real or absolute.

I like Jesus. He spoke plainly and unapologetically. There was no wondering what he meant. But, and there is always a big BUT, he did it with love. He made the truth clear. He loved greater than any other person on earth before or since. He made it clear that love and discipline are not mutually exclusive. He was the champion of personal and community responsibility.

Maybe I will try to be like him and leave the politicizing to the pros.