I don't often write posts like this. It is more of an inquiry than anything else.
Tonight I read a story in Sex God, by Rob Bell about a wedding where the couple walks out into a field and lets go of balloons. The gesture symbolized them letting go of their pasts in order to create a new future together. A couple of years later, the couple divorced.
I have probably read this story more times than any other passage in this book. It crushes me. It twists in the deep and I want to press my hand against the story and make it new, let it end with balloons bouncing against the bottoms of clouds, finding their way through a great maze of atmosphere.
But the story doesn't end that way.
I look at my story, my head lost in the clouds for a few moments, hope snuggling in the soft stem of me, and a few moments later the realization that everything is still a mess--my room strewn with clothing and records and books and glasses where water used to sit and gradually evaporate; the passenger side of my car splashed in mud; one job ending soon; the world growing cold and desperate; my inability to focus on anything; how very empty and cold my hands are and how my time seems not to have done a thing about that.
But then, some days, with good organic stories, lovers still choosing one another, delicious kitchen experiments to long winding road songs, smiling strangers, art on the street, a look caught before it was too late, a honest word spilt finally despite the risk, a walk in the leaves, a rocking chair, sitting in the mess and being okay, small successes, surprising conversations that last forever and stay fresh, slow movements, coffee-some days these things make me wonder how far down or up we really are.
And is it really discipline that gets us there? What about us hopeless cases? What about the ones who despair so quickly? What about the ones who live so far down in their minds that even the light hurts when it finds them, and it is so much easier to shrink back, to fall away?
I don't want to say that we should all just lay in bed and wait for God to come to us with breakfast on a tray, an invitation to work at our dream job folded nicely next to the orange juice, a flower from some idealistic boyfriend smilingly perched in a vase. I know that to live is to risk. To get anywhere implies jumping from enormous terrifying heights.
But, is there room for Something to help us fall, help us make our beds in the morning and actually apply for jobs, be strong enough to risk relationship, meet the world and test the soft skin of its wounds with our trembling fingers? I've often asked God for help but never believed he/she/whatever would really be interested in lending a hand. In fact, I doubt I've ever believed he/she/whatever felt that I needed help.
When I think about it, I find it fascinating when people say, "We could only have accomplished ____ with God's help," or, "God, we need you to help us be _________ and _______ kind of person."
I know that it is in desperation that we realize a lot of things--that we delve into the dark waters to find the ropes that might (just might) lead to something important, something that would make us feel okay about coming up for air.
I feel like I need something to help me along. I don't trust life, anymore. I don't "believe" in life. And in a way, I don't "believe" in myself. I want to learn to like myself, and to trust myself in some senses, but to rely entirely on myself is beginning to feel impossible. I know many of you might not agree with that statement. Perhaps we'd have to discuss it in person, for me to really make my point. But, I am terribly fallible. And I'm trying to believe in Something or Someone, who might not be as crazy as me.
It's fascinating how the mere thought of setting some of this weight into God's hands makes me feel more capable. I still can't logically explain it, because I can't prove God, but for me, right now, this is what has to be. I have to hand it over, because otherwise, I will drown.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
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What you're looking for from God is grace. That is, God's hand and will placed upon you and your life, to empower you to do the things you cannot do yourself. I think that all of humanity reaches a point (or points) of despair somewhere in their lives, where the supreme depth of beauty and ugliness strikes them, all of the joy and pain in the world tugging them back and forth until they can't take it anymore. It is always surprising how cold and cruel and hopeless the world can be at one point, and how warm and peaceful and promising it can be at another. And those moments of stillness and joy make the dark biting cold that much colder and crueler and heavier. And then the desperation and despair, in their crushing stubbornness, make the moments of light that much brighter and more precious. What makes life beautiful is this strange mixture, not only joy but also despair somehow blending together and making each other stronger. The angels and demons and vampires and spirits and eternal monsters all look on us with supreme envy because we experience this dichotomous contrast, this deepening of colors, and they are made all the more real by the inevitable and unknowable end creeping invisibly closer. We dance more ferociously, and desperately, and hold tighter, and kiss longer, and cry harder than they ever will.
ReplyDeleteKnowing God is experiencing and exploring this blend of pleasure and pain that is our lives. To think of God as some kind of wispy elemental, or bearded old man throwing Zeus's thunderbolts, or a black woman clothed in flowers and crying when we chop down trees... I never find these useful. But I also don't believe that God is completely incomprehensible either... for that too is a restriction. To say that God is far too complex and powerful and out-of-this-world that it's pointless to try to know Him is to actually limit the power of God. If something is truly that powerful and limitless, why wouldn't there be some aspect that we could know and interact with and understand?
The God that you seek grace from is in many ways much too good to be true. Overflowing with unconditional and eternal love, executing perfect justice, planning supreme benevolence. It makes one wonder how this world got so screwed up in the first place (though I would submit that's our fault, the beauty of the gift of life being strengthened by the ugliness of what we can do with that life).
But remember that grace, like love, is obtained through relationship. I think that many people get into relationships for the wrong reasons, and those with supreme deities are no exception! People often turn to God only when the going gets tough, or when the light is lowest and later when things are going better, they feel that they don't need God any longer... and when the inevitable tide of despair again rolls in, they again call out in desperation for rescue. This isn't any way to have a relationship. Then there are others who call on God for grace and then are quite angry when they don't become perfectly adjusted, talented, beautiful, worthwhile people.
And finally, there are those that think that God's love, His just will, His "plan," their own joy, their triumphs, and their failures, are all disparate. I've always had a hard time feeling God's "love" until I realized that all love comes from God and that the love I feel in an embrace or looking at an old photograph or lying in the sun, or running my hands along the tips of the grass, these are experiences of God. And when I love them back, I am loving Him back.
In the same way, God's grace will empower you to do the things that you feel you cannot do yourself. But all the while, it will be YOU who is getting things done. Part of God's grace is allowing you to accept the fact that you are better and lovelier and more talented and capable that you will ever know. I think a lot of people think of God's grace as, like you said, a tray (perhaps a silver one) upon which are laid out all their dreams and desires for the taking. Instead, think of grace as being a trusting in God that he will create in you a trusting in yourself. Because, after all, you are a creation of God, and the perfection of God's creation is manifested in you. It is always the perspective and the context that is so important. You are designed with purpose and love and were given free will for a reason. God doesn't want hollowed out slaves, completely subverted to his will, without desires and dreams and a drive of their own. Instead, we have our own desires, our own struggles, and our own minds and we must be confident in ourselves because we are confident in the God who created us.
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