"Is it not, for all its sting, a wonderful way to live?...To dream and want and pray almost savagely; then to commit and wait and see Him quietly pile all dreams aside and replace them with what we could not dream - the realized will?
-Jim Elliot
I first read this quote as a very new Christian when I was 15 and loved it instantly. I dreamed, I wanted, I prayed almost savagely, but really didn't understand the second part of this quote...until a few weeks ago.
As we are packing up our house to move to a brand new state, start a brand new team, doing brand new jobs, raising our support, trying to provide some sort of stability for kids, and staying married to each other...I have been wanting, dreaming and praying almost savagely once more. But one thing is different from when I was 15...I have given up the illusion that I am in control or that I can "make it happen". And so I finally understand the second part of this quote.
I get to take all my wants, dreams and prayers (of which there are A LOT!) and give them to Him. Then I get to watch Him pile them all aside and give me HIS wants, dreams and prayers. And those are that which I could not have dreamed (because they involve death before He brings about resurrection!)
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
I am a child of two worlds
Well, I told Bob I would begin to post stuff about myself (dreams, passions, philosophy, etc) so he and anyone else in the team could get to know me. This self-revelation process scares me because I am not sure what will be done with the information or if I will be misunderstood. However, in conversation with God this last week, He made it clear that for Lent I was to give up fear. (Not that I wouldn't feel it, but that I was to live beyond it, in the largeness of His love and not in the shrinking world of apprehension.) So here is my first post in this respect - a story that tells a little about me.
I live between two worlds...and I long for them to be one.
I was born into a land where the Christian meta-narrative has been placed aside, ignored and not told except in secret places. His name was not on our coinage, His commandments not written on walls or fought for in judicial places, His deliverance from the oppression of kings or racial color was not celebrated in our song...we had no Vacation Bible School as a main staple of summer holidays.
So, I came to know Him in quite a different way. Where my upbringing lacked His words, His pictures were abundant. From my northern aboriginal neighbours, I learned that the world was mysterious and wonderful and good because it had been formed by a Great Spirit with such attributes. I saw all creation and its beauty and a longing for such beauty was born in my heart. I read stories - stories of adventure, romance - mythical or true - of disaster and joy, and His picture began to form in my heart. I saw Him as an unfinished impressionistic work of art - glances, not defined, no edges or details - but I saw Him nonetheless. And so I continued to paint. I painted...I painted...I painted.
But I live between two worlds - and that is only one.
With the crossing of the 49th parallel, my colorful painting was traded for a black and white. The picture is rather the same, only stark and linear and binary.
It is here, south of my homeland, that I heard and learned and thought and read the undeniable, irrefutable systems of theology. My unfinished, impressionistic painting took on a realist feel with hard lines and clear faces. And before long the painting was finished, framed and hanging for all to see. I memorized, I did, I knew, I believed...I believed...I believed.
But I am a child of two worlds and in this second world there was no room for mystery or doubt and what was said about the picture was more important than the picture Itself. We spent lots of time talking about the paintings or perhaps quickly framing them. In this second world we seemed to have a knack for finding the edges of a work of art - defining it by putting borders around it. But we were reluctant to enter into the creation process - not wanting to play with color - afraid to get paint on the floor. We much preferred to observe and discuss the Artist's birth, life and death rather than come paint with Him.
Don't get me wrong. I love this second world. I love answers and truth...except when they don't fit, because sometimes they don't. Sometimes the edges of the frame became too constricting. Sometimes it seemed to me that life was more than black and white. I tried to add new color but the paint just dripped off the edges - the frame too small to support new hues. Sometimes I have tried to cram a picture far to large into a frame far too small and I have missed the intricate work of the Artist.
You see, I am a child of two worlds - I love paintings in glorious color and I think frames are useful for adding beauty and definition. But maybe sometimes we paint too little and frame too fast.
I want to paint...to believe...to paint...to believe.
I am a child of two worlds and I long for them to be one.
I live between two worlds...and I long for them to be one.
I was born into a land where the Christian meta-narrative has been placed aside, ignored and not told except in secret places. His name was not on our coinage, His commandments not written on walls or fought for in judicial places, His deliverance from the oppression of kings or racial color was not celebrated in our song...we had no Vacation Bible School as a main staple of summer holidays.
So, I came to know Him in quite a different way. Where my upbringing lacked His words, His pictures were abundant. From my northern aboriginal neighbours, I learned that the world was mysterious and wonderful and good because it had been formed by a Great Spirit with such attributes. I saw all creation and its beauty and a longing for such beauty was born in my heart. I read stories - stories of adventure, romance - mythical or true - of disaster and joy, and His picture began to form in my heart. I saw Him as an unfinished impressionistic work of art - glances, not defined, no edges or details - but I saw Him nonetheless. And so I continued to paint. I painted...I painted...I painted.
But I live between two worlds - and that is only one.
With the crossing of the 49th parallel, my colorful painting was traded for a black and white. The picture is rather the same, only stark and linear and binary.
It is here, south of my homeland, that I heard and learned and thought and read the undeniable, irrefutable systems of theology. My unfinished, impressionistic painting took on a realist feel with hard lines and clear faces. And before long the painting was finished, framed and hanging for all to see. I memorized, I did, I knew, I believed...I believed...I believed.
But I am a child of two worlds and in this second world there was no room for mystery or doubt and what was said about the picture was more important than the picture Itself. We spent lots of time talking about the paintings or perhaps quickly framing them. In this second world we seemed to have a knack for finding the edges of a work of art - defining it by putting borders around it. But we were reluctant to enter into the creation process - not wanting to play with color - afraid to get paint on the floor. We much preferred to observe and discuss the Artist's birth, life and death rather than come paint with Him.
Don't get me wrong. I love this second world. I love answers and truth...except when they don't fit, because sometimes they don't. Sometimes the edges of the frame became too constricting. Sometimes it seemed to me that life was more than black and white. I tried to add new color but the paint just dripped off the edges - the frame too small to support new hues. Sometimes I have tried to cram a picture far to large into a frame far too small and I have missed the intricate work of the Artist.
You see, I am a child of two worlds - I love paintings in glorious color and I think frames are useful for adding beauty and definition. But maybe sometimes we paint too little and frame too fast.
I want to paint...to believe...to paint...to believe.
I am a child of two worlds and I long for them to be one.
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