Walking Backward into the Future

I once asked Alex why it was that all the (at that time) recent events of my life seemed to consume me so. Why was it that all I could see was the pain and devastation? Why couldn’t I see the hope of a future? Why couldn’t I look past all this junk and see, even glimpse, what lies ahead — or even what God has done in the past?

Alex asked me to, without looking behind me, describe as best I could what was there. We were standing on a street in Chinatown, waiting for a table to clear in one of our favorite restaurants there. The crowd inside was thick. The room to wait in was small. So we waited on the street. I knew there were cars parked along the street and I was pretty sure there were parking meters, a street with traffic…. I knew there was more but I couldn’t give details. Then he asked me to describe what was around me, in front of me. That I could do in great detail.

Then he said what had just recently happened fills my vision because it is nearest me, like Lucas and Erica and Niza were at that moment. What God had done in my life before was harder to see because current events clouded my view. And the future, well, he said that was behind me. I cannot see it because I haven’t passed it yet. "We all walk backwards into the future," he said. That’s why we see the present so well, remember the past so well, but don’t have but an idea of what the future holds. It’s because the future is behind us.

I look at my past, my days gone by in Los Angeles, and its so easy to romanticize it; to remember it better than it was. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses. There were fights with friends, and sometimes month-long silences. There was the ever-present constant struggle to give myself away. That struggle hasn’t changed since I’ve been gone. There were fruitless job searches, unfulfilling jobs, the never-ending search for a career.

I do miss my home. But I also know I can’t go back. Not yet. Not now. I don’t know if ever. God has something new he’s doing. Something new for me to be involved in. Something only I can do the way he wants it done. Something my specific gifts and strengths and skills are perfect for; mine and no one else’s. This is where I belong now.

People often ask if I miss LA, and I have to say of course I do. But how do I communicate to them that as much as LA captured my heart, Nashville is doing the same? Both are so different, no comparison can be made. I would miss Nashville if I left, and I miss LA as long as I’m here.

All I know to do is to keep pressing forward, walking backward into the future. I can’t see what’s next for me, though I have a few ideas — and a lot of dreams of my own. I can only see what’s in my life right now and what I have left behind. Its like forever sitting in the back of a pickup watching the world that just went by. Frustrating, but exhilarating nonetheless. I’m on the road, the wind in my hair and the… actually, the wind whipping my hair into my eyes… well, perhaps this isn’t the greatest analogy… you get the idea. I’m moving into the future. That’s what matters most, right?

Not that I have already
obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to
take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers,
I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I
do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. — Phil 3:12-14

I Miss Home

Paramount_gateI’ve been watching the SAG awards and my heart is aching. I so miss my home!!

I can’t believe that after all this time I see feel that LA is home; that the Industry is still home. Many have talked tonight about feeling so grateful to be a part of the acting tribe.

I miss my tribe! I don’t have one anymore and I really miss it.

My tribe had been the assistants; everyone from PAs to writers and producer’s assistants. My tribe was all of us who worked one job while working toward and dreaming of another. My tribe was all the wanna-be-soon-to-be’s. My tribe was sometimes at Sony, sometimes at Disney, but mostly at Paramount. Oh, man, how I miss those gates!!

My tribe was also at Mosaic. People who understand what it really means to be "on mission" with Jesus. Who understand the sacrifice it takes to live this life unplugged from the Matrix. Who relate to the not only the struggles but the joys of walking with Jesus; the very personal, quirky ways of God, and who are not afraid to enter into the hard conversations, live life over the edge and give of themselves till they bleed.

I miss LA more than I can say. I miss the feel of the city, the diversity and the crazy people. And yes, even the smog and traffic. I miss driving to the studio every day, walking through the gates and eating lunch at the commissary. I miss talking writing stuff with friends and my bosses and acting jaded about the "industry" at large. Most of all I miss my tribe. My peeps. I miss the creative community, both in the Industry and at Mosaic, who challenged me every single day to make every moment count, to create beauty where ever I went and to be light to the dark world how ever I could. Oh, God, how I miss it all!!

Its not that Nashville is bad, or that my church is unfriendly. Its just that it isn’t home. Mosaic is home. LA is home. I don’t know if anything will be able to replace them in my hearts, and I am working to make the new places I find myself in homey, to make them home as much as possible. I guess it will just take more time than I thought. I really do love Nashville.

But times like tonight remind why I love the Industry so much. There is a culture and a language I understand, that is my heart language. I fall naturally into it. When the actors talk about loving the green room and make up trailer, and hanging out around the craft services table, I understand them on a heart level. When S. Epatha Merkerson won her first SAG award at the age of 54, my heart soars because I know what it means to work so hard in such a hard industry and it gives me such hope that a woman can still get awards in their fifties in such an age-biased industry.

How awesome LA is! Yes, my friends — and all who stop by — if you live in Los Angeles, revel in it. Dance in the moonlight and sing on the freeway on your traffic-ridden drive to work. Smile at the homeless waiting at corners to sell you oranges or wash your windshields and feel warm inside that some film team decided to keep the work in your part of town instead of taking their money and jobs to Canada. Yeah, the rent is too high, housing prices are ridiculous, gas is downright unaffordable and the traffic is maddening. But man, you live in the most diverse, most amazingly entertaining and delightful city in the world! Revel in your home. Nothing can compare.

For Joe

Hey, bro. I finally got my pictures developed. Here’s some of my favorites (I took a ton). Enjoy! Click on the picture to see a larger version.

SnowyfrontHere’s the front of my little home. I love my place! God truly blessed me with it.

Snowycar

Look at the snow piled on my car! Okay, I know its not two feet, or even a foot… but still, it was a beautiful sight!

Backporchsnowynight

Here’s a view from the back yard. Got my own back porch, with my own porch swing….

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Snowyflowers

I think this is one of my most favorite pictures I took.

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Cirrus the killer-dachshund wonder-dog! You can’t see it from this angle, but he was collecting snow with his belly and pushing it along with him like a little long-haired bulldozer.

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Look! White firewood! You think it’ll still burn?

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Morning view of the back yard.

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Another one of my most favorites… morning view of the porch swing

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A view from the street…..

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Good morning, lovely snowy street of mine!

Worldview Quiz

Surprisingly accurate. I agree almost 100% with the description. Only thing different is that I think the "modern" (as opposed to postmodern) church is the one that does not connect to today’s culture. I see many in our culture connecting with older models like Episcopalian (spelling??), Anglican and even Catholic, because they are heavy on icons, stress spirituality over theology and draw in the individual through their constant observances of church ordinances such as the Eucharist and liturgical readings. But the rest is all me. HT: Reflections over at Voxtropolis.

You scored as Emergent/Postmodern. You are Emergent/Postmodern in your theology. You feel alienated from older forms of church, you don’t think they connect to modern culture very well. No one knows the whole truth about God, and we have much to learn from each other, and so learning takes place in dialogue. Evangelism should take place in relationships rather than through crusades and altar-calls. People are interested in spirituality and want to ask questions, so the church should help them to do this.

Emergent/Postmodern

82%

Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan

71%

Charismatic/Pentecostal

54%

Reformed Evangelical

54%

Neo orthodox

46%

Classical Liberal

32%

Roman Catholic

32%

Fundamentalist

18%

Modern Liberal

18%

What’s your theological worldview?
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Wisdom Comes from the Strangest Places

Watching episodes from season one of Desperate Housewives tonight I heard a piece of great wisdom. Funny how God uses everything in our lives to teach us Truth, if we’ll only just listen:

"Yes I remember the world I lived in. Every detail. And what I remember most is how afraid I was. What a waste! You see, to live in fear is not to live at all. "

Why

Larry, you asked me a very important question:

"…if living with Jesus means life is going to hold a lot more trouble and pain than it otherwise would, what makes it worthwhile? Why is walking with Jesus worth all the confusion?"

Your question pre-supposes it all is worth it. Which is one of the things I so like about it, and about you. You don’t look at life with Jesus as needing worth, only as needing explanation for its worth.

I wish I had some deep theological, Biblical answer for you. But I don’t. I can only tell you this: I don’t know for certain.

I realize that’s more brute honesty than some can stomach. But I don’t have any concrete answers. I think that’s the reason things get so dark for me at times. I’m still learning to trust God that He will make it all worth it. I look behind me, at the last four years, and I think, "I gave up everything for You, Jesus. And look what I got in return. If this is what the rest of my life will be like, I don’t know that its worth it."

Yet, at the same time, there is no way I can deny His deep, abiding presence and love. When others left my side, He did not. When others doubted my decisions, He confirmed my desires. When others tire of my whiny depression, He continues to encourage me — to breathe life and courage and inspiration into me. He has proved Himself faithful to the core and loving beyond all imagining.

Nor can I deny His provision. I took a look around my clean home last night (which is ready for my first small group tonight), at all the wonderful, beautiful things within it and at the pizza I was about to devour and deeply thanked Jesus for His gracious, bountiful provision.

Yet I doubt.

Its okay to laugh at that. Can you hear me chuckle at myself? Its just one of the crazy issues I deal with. What can I say? I’m broken and here’s proof.

Perhaps right now I’m like John the Baptist, sending out my "peeps" to Jesus for answers, "are you the one, or should we look for another?" In other words, "uh, hello, Jesus! I’m in prison here. Its dark and the future doesn’t look good. You gonna come get me out of here, or should I look for another Savior."

Except I’m not asking "are you the One?" I know He is. I’m just asking, "are you gonna deliver me from this?"

Jesus answers to me are much the same as He gave John. "I see you, my Love. I know where you are and what you think the future holds. Who Am I? What does your heart and soul and experiences tell you? Believe. But no, I’m not going to change your circumstances. Will you believe even without a rescue? Will you go to your grave, without rescue, believing I Am the One? Or must you have your rescue to believe? Blessed are you who don’t lose hope in Me even when I don’t come for you."

So what does make it worth it? What made it worth it for John, who certainly had it worse than me? Perhaps you are right,

"…Could it be that we really do hunger and thirst for God’s touch in our lives? Truth in not just fact, but in feeling and all other areas of human life?"

I follow Jesus because I love Him more than anything, ever. I crave His touch, I live to hear His whisper in my soul and feel the brush of His hand across my heart.

He is the Great Love of my life. Truly. And in the end, He is what makes the gritty, unplugged life worth it.

Morpheus was the one in the Matrix who made Neo’s life worth it (well, that and fantasies of Trinity). Morpheus believed in Neo, even when no one else did. He trained Neo, worked with him and beside him, defended him, encouraged, challenged and led him. Without Morpheus, Neo wouldn’t have lasted long.

I get up in the morning and drag my sorry behind into the shower, all sleepy and uninspired. It’s Jesus who celebrates the new day, and celebrates me in all my weirdness. And in all my potential glory. He’s the one who inspires me. He’s the One who makes the day worth it.

I have so many wants and desires and, perhaps even a few dreams left. And I still struggle with the belief utter conviction that my life will be worth living "if" and "when" I gain or achieve these things.

Jesus is working His butt off to convince me that those aren’t the things worth living for; even the dreams about advancing His Kingdom. Even those dreams aren’t worth living or dying for. The Kingdom itself isn’t worth it.

That sounds like heresy. I know it does. But I promise you, this is what I hear and see God pulling me into. "Am I not enough?" He said last week.

When I went overseas, the IMB encouraged us to have a "life verse", one that you could share with others that kind of sums up what you are about. People had all these wonderful verses about sharing the Gospel with the world or taking Christ to the ends of the earth, that kind of thing. I’d never had a "life verse". The closest thing I’d had was one of my favorite verses, 2 Cor 9:15 "Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!". After much prayer and searching, I chose to make Philippians 3:10-11, a passage that had come to be my goal in life, as the verses I put on my prayer cards. I figured it would be my "life passage" until God put another one in my spirit. But as the last four years have progressed, the verses just prior to that have come to mean a great deal to me as well. And I think they are the ones that Jesus is working so hard to convince me are to be my reason to live, the thing that makes this unplugged, Abundant Life so worth every agony and every struggle and every…. everything.

Yes, furthermore, I count everything as loss compared to the possession of the priceless privilege (the overwhelming preciousness, the surpassing worth, and supreme advantage) of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord and of progressively becoming more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him [of perceiving and recognizing and understanding Him more fully and clearly]. For His sake I have lost everything and consider it all to be mere rubbish (refuse, dregs), in order that I may win (gain) Christ (the Anointed One), And that I may [actually] be found and known as in Him, not having any [self-achieved] righteousness that can be called my own, based on my obedience to the Law’s demands (ritualistic uprightness and supposed right standing with God thus acquired), but possessing that [genuine righteousness] which comes through faith in Christ (the Anointed One), the [truly] right standing with God, which comes from God by [saving] faith. — Phil 3:8-9, Amplified Bible

Five years ago next month I was sitting in a flat in North Delhi, India reading this very passage wondering how in the world Paul, so accomplished and talented and acclaimed, could say that all he had and achieved was garbage in comparison to knowing Jesus. I couldn’t see it. My materialistic, position-conscious heart couldn’t understand it.

I’ve experienced and learned a lot in these intervening years. And I’m coming to a place of understanding. I beginning to grasp the truth of Paul’s words and the reality that knowing Jesus really is worth more than all the riches, all the power and all the glory and accolades of this world. Slowly but surely God has been stripping me of each of these things and teaching me that they can never satisfy the hunger of my soul. Only His touch can do that.

And that is why it is all worth it.

Life Unplugged

"Sometimes we want God to be more committed to the ‘quality of our lives’ than the quality of our character. God is far less interested in making sure your life goes well and everything goes smooth and far more interested in carving and shaping you into the kind of human being that you were created to become. To live a life of extraordinary courage." — Erwin McManus, "Extraordinary Courage"

Matrix02_2 Neo took a pill and woke up in a tub of goop. He’d gone in search of the Matrix and taken the pill on the promise he would find it. He didn’t know that the only way to discover the truth of the Matrix was by being unplugged from it. But he found out.

Over 7 years ago I prayed a prayer and woke up in my own tub of goop. I’d gone in search of the promised and seemingly mythical Abundant Life. I wanted to live, really live, and know that God was responsible for the Life I experienced (Ezek 37:14). I’d lived a safe and sane life, one that promised happiness and ease. But I was decided unhappy, and wholly dissatisfied. I wanted to be a spiritual Jackie Chan, jumping off high places in the name of Jesus and doing all manner of amazing and crazy things for His pleasure. I wanted to risk it all and see what happened. I’d been a Christian since I was 6 and a true, committed follower of Jesus for nearly 5 years, and I had no idea I was still connected to the Matrix. Or perhaps I’d been unplugged years ago, but just hadn’t awakened…

After my prayer my life went crazy. Everything from relationships to job and living situations were turned upside down. I went overseas, first for 4 months, then for what I believed was the rest of my life. I sold everything that wouldn’t fit in my 300 sq. ft crate and left my own country and old life behind. I jumped off that spiritual cliff. I thought I was finally getting "plugged in". But in reality, I was just like Neo; I’d been flushed from the Matrix and was now living in a far different world than what I thought I’d find. Looking back now I see that it wasn’t until I prayed that prayer and took the "whatever You say I’ll do and where ever You go I’ll follow" pill that I began to live the unplugged life. Isn’t it amazing that a Christian, even a follower of Jesus, can still live under the influence of the Matrix, to still live a life plugged in, still believing the in the false images given us by the enemy of our souls?

When you think of Abundant Life, what are words that immediately come to your mind? Shout ’em out right now. Turn them over in your mind for a few moments. Here are some of mine: Joy. Fulfillment. Satisfaction. Contentment. Hope. Overflowing love.

If I was brutally honest I would also include: Purposeful, dynamic, larger-than-life, powerful and power-filled, filled with positive emotions and with confidence, courage and character.

Words that I would never have associated with Abundant Life were things like: agonizing, utter discontentment, painful and pain-filled, uncertainty, fear, confusion, dissatisfaction, anger, frustration, sometimes overwhelming hopelessness, just plain overwhelming, powerlessness, helplessness and brokenness.

There’s a character in the movie (Cypher?) that betrays our heroes, Neo, Morpheus and Trinity, because he’s fed up with the dank, crusty, gritty, tasteless, pain-filled unplugged life. He wants to be reintegrated into the Matrix and he wants to have no memory of his life outside.

I understand him. I understand his longing, his ache. I understand his betrayal of all that is heroic to fully embrace blissful ignorance in order to regain contentment with the illusions I once had of what life was really all about.

I understand because I feel it. I’m there, man. I’m there. I understand the desire to give anything to go back to living a life of illusion and ignorance. I would almost give anything to live back in the illusion; the lie that a great job, a nice car, a husband and kids and all the other trappings of this world could bring me happiness and fulfillment. Heck, I would even take the churchy Matrix that loving God and serving in some ministry will bring me success and fulfillment beyond my dreams.

We as the church, as the body of Christ, have done ourselves and all our descendants such wrong! We have believed and perpetuated a lie about the true nature of the Abundant Life Jesus comes to bring. We’ve bought a bill of goods that is just as fake and untrue as the Matrix.

Jesus Himself said, "In the world you will have many troubles… they will persecute you as they have persecuted me… take up your cross and follow me…" And yet we tell ourselves that if we serve God He will make sure we’re at peace, that we don’t get seriously hurt, and that all the bad things that happen to us (because surely we will have bad things happen, we’re not that naive) will not get us down for long, and won’t be too horrific or unbearable (He does promise us that we won’t be given anything we can’t handle, doesn’t He?). What kind of picture of Abundant Life does this all leave us with? Life will be good, in that happily-ever-after kind of way.

It never occurs to us that living life unplugged from the Matrix means a life of running and dodging, of striking the enemy then going into stealth mode to avoid capture. That it will mean living in rags, eating slop more fit for pigs than people and living with the scars and implants of our former, Matrix-ed life. Scars that, oddly enough, are the very way we reconnect to the Matrix in order to rescue those still trapped within. Paul’s life, Stephen’s life, the lives of the other apostles are all anomalies. It doesn’t happen that way anymore. Our sacrifices are on a much smaller, more containable, manageable scale.

Or so we tell ourselves.

Since being unplugged those years ago, I have experienced more heartache, more heartbreak, more agony, pain, suffering, anxiety, and overwhelming fear than I ever did in my life in the Christian Matrix. I have never been more dissatisfied with life on this earth, never been more frustrated with the here and now, never been more anxious about not only the unknown future but the next step I see before me as well.

I struggle daily with the realities of my unplugged life. The Matrix calls  my name, sometimes shouts it so loud I can’t hear anything else. Don’t get me wrong. I have good days. Days when I feel like I can conquer anything that comes my way because God is with me. Moments when all the pieces come together and I catch a glimpse of the whole picture, and it is glorious, beautiful beyond compare and I get it. Lapses of happiness, contentment and fulfillment. But they are momentary and fleeting. I don’t live there, I just visit from time-to-time.  Many days I cower in fear of every little noise. Those days get pretty dark. And last week, for various reasons not worth mentioning here, was really dark.

In those days I beg Jesus to let me come home. Life can get too dark sometimes, you know? For me, the last  4 years have been full of darkness, with occasional shafts of light. Yet I believe. I believe. I believe God. That He does love me. That there is a plan, a reason for all this.

So a battle rages within me. I struggle between my heart’s desire to be done with this "life" and move into the eternal life beyond, and God’s pull, ever so strong, to stay connected and engaged in the here and now, the gritty unplugged life He’s brought me into.

"As long as I’m alive in this body, there is good work for me to do. If I had to choose right now, I hardly know which I’d choose. Hard choice! The desire to break camp here and be with Christ is powerful. Some days I can think of nothing better." — Paul, Letter to the Philippians 1:22-23, The Message

Every day I wake up and I’m still in the here and now. So I know there is some reason for me to be here. Some purpose left undone.

Last week I cried out again, in my darkness, and I asked God, "why am I here? Why am I alive?" He answered with a question:

"Am I not enough?"

Yeah, let that one sink in a moment.

I have a decision to make. Is He enough? Am I willing to let Him be enough? I don’t think I’d ever really understood the old Christian phrase until I heard Jesus whisper it to me last week:

"Live for Me. Live. For. Me."

Am I willing to live for Him? Not in that sweet, fluffy, dreamy way it comes across in my happier, brighter moments, but in the gritty, ‘Zion-bound’ way of the Matrix heroes? Not in the sense of, "yes, I live because I owe Him my life." But in the, "yes, because You love me and because You ask, I will do it, even though it’s not my first (or second or… 15th…) choice. I will live because You ask and I love You. And only because."

Is that enough? Is that righteous? Is this what "dying to self" really is?

I wish I knew.

I only know this is where I choose live because of love. Unplugged.