Body & soul

Have you ever wondered what your heart would be allowed to do, or able to do, if your body weren’t in the way? Seriously. Those moments when you feel that urge, that leading, that emotional leaning that you know means that there is something you are supposed to do. It’s one of those times when you are stalled in indecision, and you’re so stalled that you get caught up in the stall, in the indecision, and can’t focus on anything else. Of course, by the time you make a decision, and you do what you need to do, it’s too late. Maybe the course you chose is that which you were supposed to have chosen at the beginning, but you missed the moment and the moment is what made the decision powerful in the first place.

I just finished watching one of my all time favorite movies, L.A. Story with Steve Martin. If you’ve seen it, then your opinion is firmly set; either you loved it or you loathed it. Anne thinks it’s funny; I get tearful. Get over it; I’m a romantic, and have closet artistic tendencies. Anyway, I love this movie and I am not sure why. Yes, it’s silly, but it also has this sensational pull of hope. A hope that someone, something (in the movie, it’s an electronic freeway sign) will intervene in our lives and unshackle our hearts and allow us to do what we know we are supposed to do, but don’t do because we’re scared or bored, or feeling hopeless or just stuck in a place that has insulated us from our hearts and our humanity.

So, what would happen if we peeled away the flesh from ourselves, if we cried love and let slip the Godlier parts of our souls? The world would be different. Think about it; will elections change us? Can we trust our leaders to change us, or is it up to us to change ourselves? I say neither. All of these ideas are flawed, because they allow a decaying and systemic infection into our lives and that infection is our self. Not our selves, but our self. If we live for ourselves, we live a life of failure because we all need and want and dream to live about something bigger than ourselves, this is why we love to lose ourselves in movies, or music, or sports. Our own lives reek of our own selves and fill our noses with the stench of selfishness and self-abuse. We talk of Darfur, of AIDS in Africa, the violence in the Middle East, or the shortcomings of other countries’ human rights, and then we pray for change, fill our heads with hundreds of channels on TV and judge our neighbors ruthlessly and without mercy.

If we, as followers of Jesus, would fall on our faces and beg for God’s intervention in our lives, then we could indeed experience heart living. If we would move when God speaks and speak when God moves then we might, just might, allow our hearts to have a brief glimpse of the Son, and in that glimpse to warm to the idea that what we find in the movies, in the music, and in the sports is the idea that grace, that love, that heroic effort does exist, but not in the unreality of professional entertainers or athletes, but within the passion of one who loves God with all his heart, all his mind and all his soul. And then loves others as well.

Glorified Passion

I have decided that we live our lives through our passions and that everyone is passionate about something. It may not be a good or righteous thing, but we’re still passionate about it. It may even be harmful, something like pornography or even something as loathing as couscous, but passionate we are – about something. Maybe it’s a football team or a particular actor. For followers of Jesus, it should be about anyone else but our self, but even this is not always the case.

Notice I did not say glorious passion in the title. Let me set a definition for this entry; glorious passion would be that which follows the love and passion of God and His son Jesus. Glorified passion would be what we put glory into or onto. There was this time my brother and I were visiting my grandmother in North Carolina and we wanted to go see this guy that restores muscle cars. Sweet. Anyway, while driving out there we saw this jeep being sold in someone’s front yard.

We pulled over at my behest because jeeps were cool and this one looked pretty good. You could see the new paint and to a young “I want a jeep!” kid that meant that it must be really nice. I mean who would put paint on a piece of junk car, right?

I hopped out of my brother’s jeep (he’s older, and yes, I wanted one too) and walked over to it. I saw a little bubble in the paint, right in the middle of the drivers’ door so I reached down to touch the bubble, to see what was causing it.

Whoops. My finger went clean through the door. Like pushing on … I don’t know, a wet paper towel. Someone painted over rust. Not surface rust, just rust. I am now looking down at the door of this jeep with my finger sticking through it and I remove my finger and there is hole that looks like someone shot it with a gun. Clean hole. No edges, just a 12-gauge sized hole. We took off. I know I should have talked to the owner, but well, I didn’t.

Rust with paint over it does not change what is underneath. Just cause it looks like one thing does not make it that. You can glorify whatever you want, but it does not make it glorious. Even if you believe that your actions are justified by your faith, it does not make it glorious.

Glorious passion is what is focused with God’s passion towards what God is passionate about. His passion is anti-self. It puts attention on others and on ourselves and it feeds off of the love the Creator has for us, not our own interests or our own likes or dislikes.

I’ll think more on this for a while, but know this; there is nothing man-driven that deserves more attention than what we give our creator. No movement, no exercise is more important that to love God and serve others.

Family

This is a copy of a letter I wrote to my parents on their 50th wedding anniversary, which we all just celebrated together in Florida. Thought it would be interesting reading for whomever.
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Dear Mom & Dad,

As clever as man is, we have never been able to surpass God in His creations. Man has created wonderful things, things that have survived for generations, but as followers of Christ we know that eventually, these things will be destroyed. Despite man’s efforts, we have nothing that matches God’s creation except for that which He has given us. No invention, no discovery is outside what God has already ordained and set in motion. One of these evidentiary parts of God that we choose to carry within us is love. A love that is both timeless and measureless as it is subject to choice. That love is discovered through our past experiences, subject to our present choices and lives through us in the paths we choose to take.

Love’s first earthly manifestation was the relationship between Adam and Eve, the relationship between husband and wife. Outside of the love we return to God, this is the most powerful and most telling love that we can choose. Certainly, one would think that the love for a child is more manifest, but who has not fallen in love with a child? To love a child is to love all things peaceful, all things tender, all things worth loving. To love a spouse, is to choose to love when peace is hard to find, when the tenderness might have become hard, when the worthiness is lacking. To prove that love, to experience it, to survive it’s pains, and rejoice in it’s celebrations for fifty years is truly a reflection of a longsuffering and loving God. Ten years, even twenty could be called an achievement, but fifty years is something that tells of God’s handprint on a life, God’s breath, nooma, that which passed by the mountain in the form of a whisper. Mom & Dad, you have received love and reflected love back. You have taken that which can only be of God and you have returned it to your God, your friends, your children. Thank you!

Dad, it is no wonder you have been able to see fifty years of marriage, you are a lover of history and you are now a part of history in it’s most powerful form. How many veterans of combat are there in the world? How many men that have led a family, a marriage through fifty years and beyond? You have taught Jim and me how to love, how to live with a sense of humor, a sense of dedication, a sense of God’s leading. You are a father and a Dad because you are a husband. I know how to love Anne because you know how to love Mom.

Mom, I may look like Dad, but I have much of you within me! My whit, my sense of eloquence, my love for composition, my love for Anne. They say you marry someone like your mother – that may be a curse to some, but it is a blessing to me. Anne shares much in common with you and I see it in her daily interactions with Zachary. You have taught me a love for people, a love for propriety, for excellence in our efforts and for etiquette in our actions. You are my mom because you are my father’s wife. Your sons adore their wives because they adore their mom.

Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your dedication to one another, for all that you have shared and taught us. Congratulations for fifty years, but even more so; well done my good and faithful parents!

With love returned,

David – your son.
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It was a great celebration!

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