Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Secular Messages and Christian Beliefs

I had a youth leader named Danny who did not discourage his youth from listening to secular music or watching secular television.  He encouraged us to be wise in what we chose to fill our minds with, and there were certainly some songs, movies, books, TV shows, etc., that he advised us to stay away from; but not because they were secular – they were just filthy and had no redeeming values whatsoever. 

Danny understood that, as a Christian, it is both impossible and impractical to remove yourself from the secular world entirely.  As a matter of fact, the Bible doesn’t tell us to do that; rather, it teaches this idea of being “in the world, but not of it.”  To be set apart, but not separate.  Unless you are locking yourself away as a monk, you’re going to see and hear things that don’t necessarily line up with your belief system.  The degree to which you are seeing and hearing these things is, to some extent, up to you; but quite honestly, if you want to make any impact in this world for Christ, you’re going to have to go out into the world and engage with the world around you, in all of its messiness.

The secular world broadcasts secular media, as one might naturally expect that it would.  And as a result, we see it and hear it every day, in shopping malls, restaurants, theaters, libraries, public schools, sports stadiums – even online (or perhaps I should say especially online). 


Taking a quick detour, my dad and I share a love for music of great variety.  During the last few years that I was living at home with my parents, he and I frequently introduced each other to new (or, in his case, older) artists, or had lengthy discussions comparing current artists with past artists.  Music was a focal point of our relationship as father and daughter.

I remember the shock when my dad came home from work one evening and told me, “I’ve got a new song for you to look up.  I think you’ll really like this one.  I can’t remember the guy’s name, but he has a great sound.” 

As we sat at the computer, my dad began to type “Heartbreak Warfa...”  You could see the pride growing on his face as the page loaded – he’d found a good new one, and he was excited. 

“Oh yeah, that’s John Mayer, Dad.  He is good.” 

His face dropped a little.  “You’ve already heard it?” 

“Yeah, I really like it, though.”

I say that this interaction with my dad shocked me for three reasons.  First of all, my dad doesn't listen to a lot of secular music - at least not modern secular music.  Listening to secular radio certainly wasn't encouraged in our home.  Secondly, my dad is ultra-conservative.  And let’s face it, John Mayer is about as liberal as liberal gets.  (My dad is not one to appreciate an artist's work without appreciating the artist as well.)  And lastly, John Mayer says “s***” in that song.  Growing up, we watched movies with TVGuardian to ensure that we never heard profanity in our house, and my father was known to throw out a newly purchased movie if too many bad words slipped through the TVGuardian’s filter.

However, something was different about this song – something that set it to a more lenient standard of what was considered “okay” – my dad heard it at work rather than at home (and quite possibly had never heard it in entirety, or listened closely enough to know the lyrics).

Similarly, while riding in my car once, “She Will Be Loved” by Maroon 5 came on the radio.  My dad casually commented, “Oh, I’ve heard this.  I like this song.”  (I had to wonder if my dad knew it was about a prostitute, but nonetheless, I was amused.) 

“Where’d you hear it, Dad?” 

“Oh, I don’t know.  Around.  Probably at a restaurant or something.” 

Sure enough, we went to Red Lobster a few weeks later, and guess which song was playing on the radio?


What's my point?  Simply what I already stated before - secular media is everywhere.  Whether you want to or choose to intentionally or not, you do and will see and hear it.

One of the things I appreciated most about Danny was his honesty on the subject.  Rather than trying to shield us from the inevitable, he discussed it with us.  We would listen to a popular song, and then we would talk about it as a youth group.  We would talk about the truths relayed through the lyrics, and then we would talk about the lies (and there were almost always some lies.)  We would watch a movie together, and then we would talk about it - lies and truths.  Through doing this, we eventually learned to identify on our own the lies that our culture teaches us to believe, and to refute them with truth.


Growing up, I had friends who believed that it was wrong for Christians to listen to secular music or watch secular television.  I would make movie references around them, and they'd look at me strangely... and then it would hit me, right around the time I named the movie, that they'd never seen it.  Unfortunately, I was usually a few seconds too late, and I'd brace myself for the lecture.  "I can't believe you watch that!"

I listen to secular music.  I watch secular movies and television.  I read secular books and magazines, and visit secular websites. But I'm not just listening, reading, or watching mindlessly; I'm analyzing what I hear and see.  I'm either affirming or contesting the values being promoted, based on my Christian beliefs.

It's a delicate balancing act - living in a secular world and holding to Christian beliefs - and too often, we either withdraw completely; or we get caught up in all the chaos and commotion of this world and all it has to offer, and the truth is lost on us, just like everyone else.  

In a world whose interim-ruler is the Father of Lies, we need Christians to be present in this culture, rather than hiding in our churches and homes.  To be aware of what's relevant to the people around us; but to be critics, rather than just idle consumers.  We need to know what we believe and why we believe it, so that we can refute the lies.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Excuses: The Great Thieves of Great Experiences

I recently had a revelation that has changed my life drastically, for the better.

Excuses, legitimate or not, are still just excuses.

May seem obvious, but this is something that I've been coming to terms with in my life over the last few months.

"I'm a slow reader.  I struggle with reading comprehension."  Truth, and the reason that I don't read books often.  However (and this is the part I've neglected to consider until recently), I'm missing out by excusing myself from reading... even if it is difficult.

Therefore, I've compiled a list of worthwhile books to read (from the suggestions of friends whom I respect), and I am reading through them... indeed slowly, but nonetheless.  (And the slow pace is just as frustrating as it was five years ago, but I keep reminding myself, it's worth it.  It's better than missing out.)

"I'm a homebody.  I don't like being away from home for any length of time, and I hate long car rides."  
Truth, and one of the reasons I've avoided chaperoning some of the more-recent youth trips with our church.  However, I've been missing out on quality time with the youth for the sake of personal comfort and convenience.

Therefore, I am going on the youth trip next week, regardless of the fact that it means a ten hour drive in a van full of teenagers to an unfamiliar place for five long days.
  (And can I just say, I am looking forward to it!)

"I don't like people, generally speaking."  True... and I'm honestly not sure yet what I'm missing out on by avoiding social events, ha.  Let's just say God hasn't shed light on this one for me yet... but give it time, I'm sure He will... He always does...

"I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength" isn't just supposed to apply to the fun challenging things that we want to do.  It's supposed to apply to all things that we were intended to do - all things God has in store for us.

So, for a Christian, other than "it's not what God has in store for me" (which seems to me is only valid when something is down-right wrong, or when God has explicitly laid this out for us personally), is there ever such a thing as a "good excuse"?

Monday, July 15, 2013

Two Sides to Contentment: Learning Both Not To Want and To Want

"I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.  I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  I can do all this through him who gives me strength." Philippians 4:11b-13

My Pastor preached a sermon yesterday on contentment - differentiating between what we in today's society believe that it means to be content (being satisfied with the things we have) and how the Bible defines the word (being thankful for, or literally wanting what we have).

Based on the Biblical definition, it's not enough to just be ok with our circumstances or the things we own, and to not want other things or wish for different circumstances - we have to want what we have. 

Either way you define it, I am not a very content person.  

I was convicted throughout the entire sermon, as I have a tendency to spend a lot of time daydreaming and planning for my house.  You see, my husband Nathan and I bought it knowing that there were things we were going to want to change down the road, as finances allowed.  Don't get me wrong - I love the house that we bought; but as time goes on, I've found more and more things that I would like to change, eventually.  And though I stated (after a few initial changes were made before moving in) that I would be satisfied to live in it as-is for however long necessary, several other changes have since been made - often on a whim - because I (or we) had an "idea" for something that would "make it better," and quickly, I would find myself no longer happy with it the way it was.

Those ideas, in and of themselves, were not wrong. And trust me, I like the changes we've made.  I don't regret any of them.  However, they are evidence of a heart-issue. The constant need to upgrade.  I'm not satisfied with what I have - I always want a little more or a little better.

On the flip-side - wanting what you have - this was a doozy for me. My Pastor used the illustration from Corrie Ten Boom's Hiding Place, in which Corrie (living in a flea-infested barrack of a concentration camp) asked her sister, "How can we thank God for the fleas?"  And after much consideration, her sister actually came up with a reason to be glad for the fleas - and a darn good one, too.  What!?  Are you kidding me!?  WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!?

This illustration hit home with me more-so than I would like, as Nathan and I are currently (and rather unsuccessfully) fighting off fleas with the our four pets (two dogs and two cats).  I've given those animals more baths in the past month than I ever hope to again for the rest of my life, and I've gotten enough cuts and bruises in the process that someone might start believing that Nathan is abusing me, ha.  I've medicated all four animals.  I've sprayed down every surface.  I've washed all their bedding.  Yet, still, the fleas keep coming!  Up to yesterday, I had been able to say, "Thank God, they seem to be staying on the pets (rather than infesting the carpet/furniture), and even better, they haven't bitten us... that is, until last night.  I was awoken at about 3am by our hound dog, Willow, barking; and thank God for that, because right as I woke up, I felt something tiny land on my skin - it was a flea.  Took, our Yorkie, who was sleeping next to me, had apparently become a little too boring of a host for said flea; and so it decided to venture onward to the next living thing - me!  Trust me when I say that I jumped out of bed and handled that mess quickly (much to Took's dismay, as that meant abruptly awakening him for a comb-down, as well)!

I don't want fleas! I hate them, possibly more than any other nuisance in life, and I'm not sure that anything else so tiny could frustrate me quite so much as these pesky devils.  They have ruined many an otherwise good day for me in the past month ('cause let me just say, giving four pets a flea bath can take up just about an entire evening, and even if it doesn't, that will just about kill the mood for anything else, if you know what I mean).  Nathan and I have been stressed.  We've been exhausted.  We've been a little more snappy than usual.  What is there to possibly be thankful about in having fleas!?

I am not thankful for them.  I am not happy to have them.  I do not want them.

Lord, teach me to want what you've given - or allowed - me to have, both the "good" and the "bad."  Help me to be content in all circumstances - the full version of contentment - satisfied AND thankful.

Monday, July 8, 2013

People Are Hard



All my life prior to this point, I had lived with the belief that a relationship with God was hard.  It would be the most difficult relationship I would ever have.  It would require more effort and more fixing than any other relationship.  I would be forever struggling, just to make it work. 

In the past week, I have experienced scenario after scenario of tension, disagreement and strife in my earthly relationships.  People getting angry.  People differing in opinions.  People being offended.  People taking up offenses for the ones they love.  People being selfish.   People foolishly running their mouths.  People getting their feelings hurt.  People hurting people’s feelings.  People pushing other people away.  Somehow – whether directly or indirectly – I kept finding myself right in the middle of these situations. 

Toward the end of the evening yesterday, I pulled away from people for a little while to spend some time alone with God.  I was asking Him for wisdom in one such situation involving people.  And as I sat there, alone with my Heavenly Father, I was met with the realization that people are hard.  Relationships, with people, are hard.

And it occurred to me, my relationship with God is not the most difficult relationship I will ever experience; on the contrary, it is the easiest relationship I will ever know.

I am self-centered, self-righteous, easily offended, argumentative, arrogant, quick to speak, quick to judge, quick to grow angry, slow to forgive, and never have enough time for others.

My God is ever forgiving, ever loving, ever comforting, ever available, ever understanding, ever merciful, ever gracious, ever faithful, ever giving, ever perfect, yet ever willing and wanting to have a relationship with me, despite my many, many flaws.

I blame God when things go wrong, though He is incapable of being anything but just.  I am quick to doubt Him, though His ways are never wrong.  I have broken His heart out of selfishness or blatant disregard more times than I can count, yet He only breaks my heart to make it better than it was before.  I run from Him more often than I run to Him, still He is ever in pursuit of me.

Does a relationship with God require maintenance? Yes, the same as any other.  There has to be time and energy poured into it for it to flourish.  But He’s already all in; I’m the only wavering factor, and He is willing to overlook this.  Oh!  What friendship can compare?

I sat there for a few moments, just me and God, relishing this thought – dreading the notion of having to rejoin the people I had just left.  For a moment, I wondered, is it worth it?  Is it really worth it to invest in people, and to allow people to invest in me, knowing full well that there will inevitably come a point in every human relationship at which either they will fail me, or I will fail them?  Is it worth it? 

The answer is yes, and I knew that.  Jesus clearly thought it was worthwhile.  And as Christians, human relationship is the whole point – the purpose of our existence on this earth.  If our relationship with God was the end-all, He would whisk us away at the moment of salvation – Oh, how glorious that would be! But no, we are still here, and with great purpose.  (Matthew 28:18-20; Philippians 1:21-26; Galatians 6:2; Hebrews 10:19-25; etc.)

Relationships with people are hard.  Any time two imperfect people come together, an imperfect relationship is bound to occur.  There will inevitably be lots of breaking on both sides; and there will need to be lots of fixing, lots of swallowing pride, lots of apologizing, and even more forgiving.  Some relationships will last; others will fall apart over time.  Relationships are a two-way street, and even if you do everything in your power to make it work, you still run the risk that the other person won’t do their part.  It is unfortunate, but in an imperfect world with imperfect people, you can expect nothing more.

Still, I am comforted in knowing that I have one sure relationship – the simplest relationship I will ever know – one that I can never ruin, and one that will never be ruined for me.  Why God ever wanted a relationship with imperfect people, I will never understand, but I thank Him for it.