The Biggest Losers

There are a couple of television programs that I hate to confess I have actually been watching. They are The Biggest Loser and Runway. The former is about weight challenged people in a contest. The Latter is also about weight challenged people in a contest. One is about food, the other about fashion. I think it would be interesting to combine the two: The Biggest Loser on the Runway. But that probably won't happen. In both programs someone gets the boot and others get to stay. That seems to be what is popular right now, watching people be dismissed for their failures or because other contestants view them as a threat. So maybe art does imitate life, or is it the other way around?

Anyway, I was thinking especially about The Biggest Loser, how the winners are those who struggle to lose in order to gain. Ultimately, the biggest losers win by becoming less than what they were, at least physically, which means that they gain by acheiving a better self image inwardly. That's the hope anyway. By shrinking the outer self the inner self grows in value, confidence, happiness, relationships, health and self-control. And it is a struggle, a battle, that some courageously enter into. I admire them. It is hard to get in shape and stay that way, especially since the invention of nachos.

Losing to gain is a paradox. As a Christian all kinds of scriptures come to mind that fit that paradox, but I was reading 2 Corinthians this morning where Paul talks about what a pain it is living in this world and how much trouble that can be, trouble that is accentuated by being a Christian. Being holy as God is holy in an unclean world brings its own particular losses.

Yet, he tells us that by losing, we are gaining. Our light and momentary troubles are acheiving for us an eternal weight of glory. The word for glory in Hebrew and greek carries the idea of "weight." Our troubles, in the right perspective, don't carry much weight, and will eventually just float away and leave us. But the glory of God will settle on us and be eternal. We lose, we gain.

In this world, it is true, Christians really are just a bunch of losers. And when our time comes to be voted off, then we can dance for joy, over-weight with glory!

I Heard That Jesus Might Come Back Tomorrow...

I spend a lot of time worrying about things that wouldn't matter at all if I knew Jesus was arriving here tomorrow morning. But since I can't be sure of that, there is still business to take care of in order to get by in this world. But if I knew for sure that he was coming in the morning or even at the end of the week, or next month, or before the year was out, how everything on my "to do" list would change!
I wonder if that is how the first generation of Christians felt? I am trying to read through the New Testament letters in the chronological order they were written. I am also attempting to read each one as a letter, in one sitting, and get the feel of what it was like to receive these letters as crucial information about how to live as a follower of the Messiah Jesus. In other words, I am trying not to read them as the New Testament as we understand it after two thousand years, but as real words from the Spirit inspired witnesses of Jesus, addressed to me in my current situation. So far, here is what has impressed me.

First, I think all of them, from the apostles to newest convert, lived in serious expectation and anticipation of the imminent return of Jesus. And why not? The last time anyone saw Jesus he was alive. And he said he would be back. Why think that wouldn't be soon? Noone expects a sequel to be ten, fifteen or fifty years later! And why wouldn't he come back soon? Why wait? Especially if he loved them as he claimed to love them, why tarry and not have a great reunion?

Second, they truly struggled living in the world knowing it really wasn't their home anymore. Some, as in the Thessalonian letter, quit working and basically spent their time idly waiting for Jesus. Many of their questions dealt with what to do in the present age that was passing away. If everything is temporary, how much time, money and effort should be invested in it? In Paul's letter to the Corinthians there is some shocking advice....Stay in the condition your were called, if married stay married but live as if you're not; if single stay that way if you can; live in the world as if you don't belong to it.

Third, their worship and lifestyle was to reflect the nearness of Jesus, both in his actual return and in his spiritual presence. When they gathered, he was there, just unseen. When they prayed, he heard because he was close to them. When they ate together he ate with them. When they sinned they were to confess, repent and move on knowing they were forgiven and there was not time to wallow in it. If someone else was caught in sin there was an urgency to restoring them, because Jesus was present and was returning soon. If they were joyful it was because of hope. If they were generous it was because it was the best way to use their fading earthly wealth.

I know that the letters that came later began to reflect more of a "settled" Christianity, a faith that perhaps needed to be ready for the long haul, but I have appreciated being caught up in thinking that Jesus is coming soon. One thing for sure, his return is closer now than it was then. So, can I appropriate that urgency in my life? Can I live preparing for "return" more than "retirement"? Can I work, not only to provide a living, but to also provide a "life" for others. Can I live in this world without holding on to any of it?

Better Late Than Never

Late it was that I loved you, beauty so ancient and so new,

late I loved you! And, look, you were within me and I was outside,

and there I sought for you and in my ugliness I plunged into

the beauties that you have made. You were with me and I

was not with you. Those outer beauties kept me far from you, yet

if they had not been in you, they would not have existed at all.

You called, you cried out, you shattered my deafness: you flashed,

you shone, you scattered my blindness: you breathed perfume, and

I drew in my breath and I pant for you: I tasted, and I am

hungry and thirsty: you touched me and I burned for your peace.

-Augustine, Confessions

Augustine's journey to Jesus was neither quick nor painless. He arrived on the prayers of a saintly mother who never gave up pleading for the salvation of her son. Augustine laments that it was "late" in his life that he believed the gospel, although he was still fairly young. But now that he had tasted the goodness of the Lord, he realized how much he had missed. But, better late than never.

I was raised to believe in Jesus, no questions asked. Early I came to him, and there were times of great passion for him, but I feel that it is only of late that I am truly learning to love him. But, better late than never.

I never realized who I really was until a Pastor friend of mine told me who (or what) I was in our conversation this past week. I respect his counsel, his wisdom and love for Jesus and for me, but I wasn't quite ready for his description of me. He called me a whore. And, he was dead on. I am. Or was. He tempered it a little by saying that he was a murderer, that in Jesus eyes we are all either whores or murderers, because we have all either lusted or hated. But for me, as I looked honestly in my heart, I knew he was right. I have been a whore.

Seeing myself that way has completely changed me. Accepting grace as a whore is so much different from accepting it as a preacher. I had always proclaimed the mercy of God and his great love for sinners, but everyone else always needed more than me. It was a joy to dispense his grace and forgiveness in mega-doses to others, saving their lives from the power of sin. Oh, I needed a dose once in a while too, but for me it was more like a vitamin. It was just wise to remind myself every so often that I too needed a little grace to be healthy and humble.

That is why I have not been able to get over the guilt of my sin and feel forgiven. I kept thinking that I could clean myself up, try really, really hard, and be a perfect slave for God. I would confess over and over...say how sorry I was over and over. Maybe you know the recipe for self-atonement: Confess repeatedly, add in heaping amounts of self-loathing, beat in self pity sprinkled with tears, bake at high heat in the oven of doubt, remove when burnt to a crisp, throw out and start over. Nothing really changes though; a whore is a whore is a whore. I had to quit trying to convince God how bad I was, he already knew. He knew before I did, and was waiting for me to believe that He really was the God of whores and murderers.

Being a whore in recovery has changed everything for me. It is as if his cure for my sin was injected straight into my heart! I pray with urgency and faith. I worship with purpose, not to experience God, but to praise the one who welcomed me, a whore, to his banquet. I see him laughing and saying eat! Eat! Yes, this is for you! I welcome his hand upon me, his discipline and his words, which will keep me off the street corners of my past. And I confess, over and over: thank you, thank you.

Late it seems, that I am loving him. But, thank God, better late than never.

Gray Skies and Rainbows

It is finally, officially the new year, with the last bowl game ending last night. Now is the season for stupid fill-in sitcoms. Maybe since the wicked witch has cast her spell and we are trapped in perpetual gray it would be soothing to find a warm light and some good books.

The new year is a time of looking back and looking ahead, and depending on how the looking back goes, we are either glad to be moving on or sad to see it go. Sometimes it is a mixture of both. I am old enough now to know that a change of calendar doesn't mean a change of heart, a boost of strength, a brilliant insight nor a sudden transformation of character. But it can mean a deeper gratitude for grace given, a new beginning gift-wrapped in hope, and a heart pointed in the right direction, determined to love and not harm God's children in any way.

Redemption is beyond me, as much as I wish I could bring it about and make everything ok, but even that is tainted by my own selfish, sinful nature. I find that whatever good I want to do, evil is always tagging along behind, accusing me and reminding me that even in my prayers I can't escape looking out for my own interests; that I will feel better myself if I know somehow that everyone else is happy. I do live in a body of death. It can never be fixed, only rescued. So I look to him who even from the cross was able be self-less. And I stand amazed in the presence.

My resolution for today of this fresh year is to not turn and question and reject that presence, and to not pull his fingers off of me. I finally understand that I cannot rely on my grasp of him, for He is beyond my reach, but I can completely trust in His hand to not let go.

So I begin this year with so many uncertainties about the future. But on the other hand, the one that matters most, I begin the year with the certainty of God. Grayness never wins.