Epic Fail, Epic Redemption

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I'm so sorry, Papa. Please, will you have mercy on me? I made a big mess of things. I quit worshiping You and started worshiping myself. I thought I knew best; I thought I could solve this one on my own, so I left You out of the mix. But, instead, I just… made a mess.

Papa:

I know, Sweetpea. It's okay, We'll fix it. Nothing is beyond Our ability to redeem.

Me:

Papa? (pause) Why did You create us humans when You knew we would fail so epically so much of the time?

Papa:

Because that's what makes Life so good, so rich. It's that epic failure that allows Us to restore and redeem, and draws you deeper into Our embrace, into the folds of Our enveloping garments of praise. With every epic fail, We restore and renew with Epic Redemption!

Come now; tuck in to Our embrace. Feel Our strength and be renewed. It's okay. Nothing is beyond Our ability to redeem.

**Painter unknown: I nabbed the picture from Emily Hunter McGowin's 2007 post, Sometimes, this is all I can say…

He Gets It

Kevin Bussey gets it. He gets what it means to have boundaries, and to live with integrity. He gets what it means to be a true servant-follower of Jesus. Here’s a snippet of what he recently wrote:

Unfortunately people gauge their spiritual walk with Jesus based on a checklist of all that they have done for Him. But Jesus doesn’t want us to “do” because He has already “DONE” the work when He died on a cross for our sins.

Does this mean we don’t do anything? No. We should serve God because we want to and out of giftedness….

…I have witnessed people begging and guilting (I know it is not a word) into serving in a position just to get it filled. What ends up happening is the person who fills the position hates it and can’t perform because they aren’t serving out of their giftedness or they just give up. The people they are ministering to aren’t blessed either. I’m amused when someone tells me that God told them I should do this or that. I always say, “well He hasn’t told me.” The better way to say it is I would like you to pray about [this]. That allows the person to say yes or no.

Sometimes the best word in ministry is:

  • here it comes…
  • it is…
  • are you ready…

NO!

When was the last time you served out of the gratitude in your heart and a true desire to do the thing you are doing? Or have you been spending most of your ministry — perhaps even most of your life — saying "yes" with your mouth while screaming "NO!!" in your heart?

This strange new thing you’re looking at is called Integrity. It’s also called Boundaries, and being TrueFaced. And it will save your Life.

Becoming Who I Always Was

This is wild.

Let me back up a moment. I’ve been fascinated with the MBTI — Meyers Briggs Temperament Indicator — since I learned about it in the early 90s. I’ve had more people go glassy-eyed on me as I carry on about dominant, axillary, tertiary and inferior preferences, desperate for others to see the amazing, complex, dynamic pattern I see when I look at those four letters that indicate one’s personality preferences than the economics teacher in "Ferris Bueller." I love this stuff!

Okay, so I’m weird.

Here’s the thing that’s got me so excited tonight that I went from falling-over tired to wide awake with excitement. I should know by now never to check Joe’s blog just before I go to bed. He makes me think and can induce insomnia faster than a Venti Chai Cream Frappuccino. But sometimes I’m a slow learner, so I checked. He posted his indicator results from this MBTI website I’ve not heard of before. He’s an INFJ. Now, that’s the personality type I’ve come to call my own for the last four years, so I thought it rather cool that we shared it.

However, I also realize that the last couple of years I’ve been "testing" as an INFP. Most of these are those fun little quizilla things that are way too short to have any real value or meaning. They’re just fun ways to say, "Look! I’m like Dumbledore." or whatever. But I also began to recognize a growing preference in my life to live more spontaneously, or at least less structured. So I knew I’ve been shifting preferences, but I didn’t realize it was enough to truly throw me into a different MBTI type.

Click to view my Personality Profile page

Turns out it is. The crazy thing is, at least to me, is that I not only scored solidly on the "P" side (though it does seem to be balanced with the "J", which is good; balance is what you want to achieve,  I’m told) but when I read the profile for an INFP I see myself completely. Almost as if I’m seeing myself for the first time, or first time in a long time. This is really me. The me I am inside. The me I’ve been afraid for anyone to see since I was a small child.

INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It’s as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities.

INFP children often exhibit this in a ‘Calvin and Hobbes’ fashion, switching from reality to fantasy and back again. With few exceptions, it is the NF child who readily develops imaginary playmates (as with Anne of Green Gables’s "bookcase girlfriend"–her own reflection)…

Lord have mercy. If that’s not me I don’t know what is. As an aside, I have to say I love the idea of having more in common with Anne of Green Gables than red hair. I love her drama queen ways and see a lot of myself in her passion and imagination. As a child everything was fodder for my imagination. Everything had life and meaning and mystery and I saw it all come alive and dance for me while everyone else just saw "stuff." I ran around with Jesus as a playmate and Will Robinson as a brother.

I don’t think I ever lost the wonder of life but I learned to bury it deep within the older I got.  Most people, I’ve learned, don’t see the wonder of life with such awe as I do. I was often teased, laughed at, made fun of and otherwise tortured for my way of viewing the world. So I learned to hide the awe, the Lu-in-Wonderland of the real me in favor of the sensing-thinking mentality that so dominates our world. I can fake that pretty well, amazingly enough. I thought one particular sentence in the profile was incredibly helpful in my understanding of this "gift":  "INFPs can even masquerade in their ESTJ business suit, but not without expending considerable energy."  Surprisingly very true. I can. To the point that I sometimes questioned if my awe and wonder were really me, or just parts of someone else that I’d stolen because I secretly thought they were cool. But it really does suck the energy right out of me.

For so long I tried to be who I thought everyone else wanted and expected me to be that I lost touch with who I really am. My re-commitment to Jesus in 1993 and my time at Mosaic seemed to bring me back in touch with that wonder and awe, and slowly I began embrace who I really am. I think that shows in the shifts of my MBTI results over time: INTJ to INFJ to…. now INFP. The last last three years in particular have been incredibly significant in finally rediscovering and reconnecting with my true self.

No "profile" or indicator result can truly define all that a person is. There’s so much more to me than my personality preferences; things like my strengths, passions, experiences and spiritual gifts. Yet reading this profile tonight I felt like God was tapping me on the shoulder and saying, "This is kinda cool, isn’t it. This is a picture of who I created you to be; who you were early on. Look how far you’ve come: full-circle. Not changing, just maturing into who I made you to be."

Who knew that when I took this thing tonight with no other motivation than to have a little bit of fun and prove that Joe and I are "special" together (we are!) that God would take the opportunity to remind me of the wonder and awe of life in all it’s seemingly random craziness.

To Please or To Trust – Part Two

UPDATE: My apologies. Part Three has been unavoidably delayed (perhaps this weekend?) due to busy days and a need to breathe.

Part One can be found here.

Can’t you see the central issue in all this? It is not what you and I do—submit to circumcision, reject circumcision. It is what God is doing, and he is creating something totally new, a free life! — Gal 6:15

Pleasing God was the ultimate goal of my life for as long as I can remember. Yet I always seemed to come up short. No matter what I did I could not find the magical ingredient that allowed me to feel I pleased Him or was worthy of His love. It never occurred to me that trusting Him with all of me was far more important to God than all my striving to please Him. Yet over the last few years God’s persistent question to me has been, "do you trust Me? Will you trust Me?"

Recently Jesus began applying this question to my sin. Do I trust, will I trust, that His personal specific sin-intervention also applies to every sin I have done and will do as a follower of Christ?  This is a difficult concept for a woman who grew up believing she bore sole responsibility for keeping herself from sin. Moreover, that when I did sin it separated me once again from God, building a wall between God and me that only I could tear down (through repentance). Turns out that was a lie from— well, you figure it out — that even my parents and Sunday School teachers seemed to believe. For they drilled it into me over and over — "sin separates us from God."

But the truth is, once we are followers of Jesus nothing, nothing can separate us from Him. Nothing. Not even our sin. He is stuck like glue, like green on grass, and never, ever leaves. Did you know He stays with me and talks to me even as I’m sinning? Okay, that’s just weird. Don’t you think? I never imagined God would do such a thing. Yet He does. Perhaps He always did and I was just hiding so far back in the dark that I couldn’t see Him or hear Him whispering, "please stop! Please don’t hurt my little girl!"

This whole idea is difficult enough for me to digest but there’s an even more perplexing question Jesus has started asking. "Will you trust me with your temptation? Maybe next time it hits you could bring it to me, talk to me about it. We could fight it together."

Shut. Up.

Jesus wants to be a part of my sin-resistance process?? He actually wants to help me "resist" or "flee" temptation? But wait. Doesn’t Scripture say that I must do that myself, that that’s my job? Turns out it doesn’t and I was never meant to do it alone. Who knew? Trying to do so actually negates Christ’s work on the cross –didn’t think of that, either.

Yeah but I thought He gave me power through the Holy Spirit so He wouldn’t have to get personally involved. He did, but it turns out that that "power" comes in the form of His personal presence.  He actually personally shows up to help in the resistance. He wants us to resist together, using His power and my willingness to try. That’s kind of like asking for an autographed picture of George Clooney and having him personally show up for dinner instead. —-Mmm… let me ponder that image a moment longer… — Too cool for words!

Side note: I realize there is a contradiction in theology in the above paragraph. I know the Holy Spirit is God. So if He gave me His Spirit, it naturally follows that it’s really God that I have. But here’s the thing: that knowledge never made it from my head to my sin-entangled soul. And I think this is rather indicative of how most Christians live: thinking one thing in their head while living out another with their lives because their souls never got the message. I always knew the Holy Spirit was God, yet I still believed that the Spirit-power within me was really only an extension of my own salvation, not truly "Christ. In. me." I certainly did not view it as God personally showing up in and for my every sin, or aiding me in resisting it.

Here’s the bottom line. If you get nothing else out of this series, hear this: God’s greatest desire is that you would trust Him with every part of you, no matter how ugly or ungodly you may think it is. He wants you to trust Him with your life, yes, but more than that, with yourself; with who you are at the core of your being and in the darkest, most secret places of your soul. He is tireless in His efforts to convince you of His trustworthiness and relentless in His pursuit of your trust. And if you will trust Him with you — even just a little part — you will find a full partnership that brings freedom to be who you really are without any masks or any fear of condemnation or judgment. Even when you sin.

Part Three coming soon.

To Please or To Trust – Part One

Answer this question: Does the God who lavishly provides you with his own presence, his Holy Spirit, working things in your lives you could never do for yourselves, does he do these things because of your strenuous moral striving or because you trust him to do them in you? — Gal 3:5 The Message

I grew up believing that pleasing God is the ultimate goal of every Christian; that it should be the be-all-end-all of our existence. Church, and my parents, taught me that I am here on this planet to give glory to God. And the only way to do that is to do whatever it takes to please God. The problem is I cannot do anything to please God no matter how much I strive. Whatever I do falls short. Believe me, I’ve tried. I tried my whole life.

I grew up in church. As the daughter of a minister my life was a daily Sunday School and I was expected to be the best student. Don’t get me wrong, I relished the role. I’ve always liked being the teacher’s pet. So I took everything I heard, quickly applied it to my life and tried hard to be that perfectly pleasing "living sacrifice" for God. I believed that I must work hard to be holy and not sin and that when I do sin, even as a follower of Jesus, it hurt Hims and separates us and that it is up to me to make it right and get our relationship back on track. But I always completely failed.

If I heard that same thing from a non-Christian — that she couldn’t stop sinning or be holy — I’d immediately comfort her by pointing out that scripture clearly says you cannot do it; you cannot cleanse yourself of sin nor keep yourself from sinning. And I believe that is true for everyone who does not have a relationship with Jesus. But for all the good teaching I got as a child, I still came up with a screwy idea that Christians are somehow different and those scriptures don’t apply. I was convinced that once I was "saved" I now had the power and responsibility to keep (or save) myself from sinning, to make myself holy and pleasing to God. Turns out I don’t and I can’t. And this is where trusting God comes in.

This Easter God began reshaping the way I look at the cross, at redemption, forgiveness and grace. That day — and every day since — Jesus insisted that His death and resurrection, forgiveness, grace and redemption were meant specifically for me, and not just for everyone who believed — a surprisingly hard idea for me. I’d  been trained since birth to "think about others" and to "consider others as better than" myself. That translated to me as: godly and holy things like salvation and redemption are not personal, not personally inscribed with my name on it. Rather, they are for everyone in general. But it turns out that’s not true. It is personal. It is specific. It really does have my name on it. Here’s the truth:

Every last one of our names has been personally carved into the cross by Jesus Himself and if we were to look closely at it we would see our own name — Larry, Marti, Joe, Niza, Dorcas, Emily, Art, Katherine, KatRose, Lu…. — carved into the wood and covered in blood, forever marking our redemption.

But apparently Jesus didn’t stop with a one-time redemption; it wasn’t a once-only intervention of sin that leaves us, His adopted children and followers, now on our own to solve our sin problems. That personal specific sin-intervention seems to also apply to every sin I have done and will do as a follower of Christ. Many times since Easter I’ve brought my sin to God, broken and remorseful that "I did it once again," fully expecting Him to be disappointed or annoyed that I haven’t yet gotten it right. Only to have Him gently, lovingly declare, "that’s what the cross is for. Don’t worry about it anymore. But maybe next time you come talk to me when temptation hits? We could fight it together." What a completely foreign idea.

Part Two can be found here.

To Change Or To Mature

Another snippet from TrueFaced.

God is not interested in changing you. He already has. The new DNA is set. God wants you to believe that he has already changed you so that he can get on with the process of maturing you into who you already are. Trust opens the way for this process… If you do not trust God, you can’t mature, because your focus is already messed up. You’re still trying to change enough to be labeled godly.

The goal of my whole life, since I was first saved at the age of six, has been to "change" or transform into the person God wants me to be. I’d never heard, not until I moved to Nashville and began counseling here, that I already am the person God is pleased with.

Perhaps I’m getting this wrong. Perhaps I’m not reading TrueFaced or Abba’s Child correctly. At least, I still have trouble believing my eyes as I read the words. And yes, in true Lu form (which I stole from my friend Bing), these books sail across the room rather frequently because of what I read within. It just does not seem possible that 42 years of lessons deeply ingrained into my soul could be so wrong. But then there it is again:

A healthy response to the question, Who am I? is, "I am a person already deeply pleasing to God."

Could this be true? Do you believe this about yourself? Could this possibly be real? Does God delight in me just because I am, and not because I do?

The funny thing about me asking this even now is that the last five years have been non-stop experiences that drive this… truth?… home. Over and over God has shown me that His love and pleasure have nothing to do with what I do and everything to do with who I am. Yet even now my spirit resists such a simple yet life-altering idea. Maybe its because it takes control (such as it is) of my life and my sin out of my hands. It means I am no longer responsible for my own goodness, righteousness, loveliness, holiness. And it means I can no longer take credit for, or solace in the credit for, such things. God is the one responsible for what is in me and who I am. Because He made me.

This is a hard one for a girl like me, who’s lived all these years outwardly claiming a grace-based life in Christ but inwardly trapped in a works-based paradigm.

TrueFaced, The Category

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I’ve gotten quite a few hits on my site from people Googling (or
Yahooing, but that just doesn’t sound right, does it) TrueFaced. That
brings me a lot of hope, because it is quite a book.

I have a lot of
thoughts swirling in my head from reading this book, and conflicting feelings as I read and contemplate. I’m sure it’s causing many others to feel the same. That’s good. We need to be shaken from our paradigm trees from time to time; perhaps we’ll find a new, better one to climb up and rest in a while.

In light of all this, I set up a category specifically for TrueFaced so that as I
journey through this—what I hope to be a maturing process—those searching for more on the book can come along.

TrueFaced

I just started reading a new book and already I’m all verklempt. So talk amongst yourselves. I’ll give you a topic: True or False…

God wants to reveal himself to us in authenticity. Because one of God’s dreams is that we would influence others far more out of who we are than out of what we do.

Discuss.