Disclaimer: This is a late night vomit of challenges running through my head. A lot of it doesn't quite make sense yet... and the blog is mostly written with the intention of digesting my thoughts myself. So if it's random or jumbled or just confusing... forgive. Maybe a more coherent one will come later.
I find a theme travelling through my reading this past year... and surprisingly it's not How To Be A Good Wife. Exciting and terrifying as that topic is... It seems to actually be on the sidelines of Theme World right now. No... the theme is far from that.
Currently the theme is coming from Shane Claiborne's Irresistable Revolution. It's a book a number of my friends and mentors have been reading and really recommended, so I actually went out and bought a copy. Unfortunately that copy got indefinitely borrowed by one of the World Racers this January. So one of the aforementioned friends/mentors sent me a copy. Thanks! I'll let Shane's words explain my theme...
"Before long, I ended up joining that congregation. I became a Jesus freak. I tried to convert everybody, from heathens to pastors. I organized the See You at the Pole meetings at our school, where hundreds of us met at the flagpole to pray, committed to bringing prayer back into the public schools. I was passionately pro-life and anti-gay, (I must say I am still passionately pro-life, I just have a much more holistic sense of what it means to be for life, knowing that life does not just begin at conception and end at birth, and that if I am going to discourage abortion, I had better be ready to adopt some babies and care for some mothers.) and I tore apart liberals. I helped organize the local Bush-Quayle campaign, running around slapping bumper stickers on cars whether the owners wanted them or not."
Hmmmm... That hits way too close to home. And it kinda stings the nostrils a little. I don't like seeing my past life in these sentences... and I'm really scared I'm not that different.
The Theme came another way through a book I read in Kenya... What's So Amazing About Grace? by Philip Yancey. He said something really radical to me there... Jesus wasn't very interested in politics. He didn't really dabble in it very much. Jesus never formed a picket line. In fact... there seems to be this idea that Jesus said "Give unto Caesar what is Caesar's" and get past that to get back to work with Me. Having come from Republican Right Wing City... having been an avid listener to all things Moral Majority... this really hit between the eyes... and stuck there.
We all love Abilene... It's a great city. But we have to admit it's Religiosity Central. I think I've probably met two people in my 22 years here who didn't have "a church home" ... and they were my two favorite gay guys. Returning here after the massive journey has really been an eye-opener about how distorted Abilene can be. And who I no longer want to be...
I'm not so sure the answers lie on the Republican ticket or the Democratic one either. I'm not so sure the Moral Majority is either the majority or really that moral. I used to think so. I was taught so. But sit next to a pregnant mother in Thailand who knows that if she has this baby, she can't take care of it... and her only option is to sell her baby into prostitution where he or she will most likely get an STD and die by age 12. Look her in the eyes, knowing there's no orphanage around, and explain your pro-life stance. Sit next to the most amazing people with the best hearts I've ever found, homosexual men and women, and listen to them weep about desperately wanting to be loved by God and change their thoughts, and tell them how sinful they are. Visit the Pakistani or Iraqi refugee camps and hear the stories of abuse, poverty, and violence, and justify war to them. Somehow life just isn't that simple anymore...
So now I find myself in this tension. I'm back living in Religiosity Central... attending megachurch Central... and am really really comfortable. And kind of disgusted with myself. I really want to do something crazy... something challenging... something that makes people go "Oooo..." and makes me feel like I'm doing it again... instead of just being next to it.
The problem with that way of thinking ... well... one of the many problems... is that IT isn't so definable. Maybe IT is at Starbucks now. Maybe IT makes 100,000 a year. Maybe IT is in my house. Maybe IT is me now. Not to mention that all those desires come from me. I want to be seen... I want to feel better... I want to do this. But Jesus is a lot more concerned with who I AM, rather than what I'm doing.
He wants me to become a person who's ready to adopt some babies and care for some mothers ... and I want to become that person too. Whether that means Salvation Army or Starbucks.