Monday, April 27, 2015

Definitions

There are many things that define us.
There are many things that should not.

We place so much value in the definitions we were never meant to use...
... And forget the definition we have been given.

Last week, a few girls from my Bible study and I went out to the campus pond. I handed them rocks and those awesome oil sharpies that write on anything.

I asked them to write the lies they believe about themselves on the rocks.
The names they call themselves they would would never say out loud.
The words they would never admit they believed.

We sat.
We wrote.
We were silent.
We looked at our rocks.
We talked about the weight of our rocks.
We discussed the burden of carrying them with us.
We discussed how hard it is to grasp God's truth when we hold onto the lies.

Then I picked up a rock.
"This one is for all of us" I said.
I held up the small rock with purple letters written on it.

"The Past" it silently screamed.

I began to speak.
"The past does not define us." I stated as I threw it into the pond.

The atmosphere seemed to fill with hope. 

One by one, we shared the words we had written on the rocks.
One by one, we threw the rocks into the pond.

Despite us writing in silence, many of the same words had been written.

"Not enough"
"Alone"
"Awkward"
"Ugly"
"Last choice"
"Forgotten"

And on and on the lies went, each of us repeating the lies of the last.
On and on the lies were spoken and thrown into the pond.
And with each lie, encouragement and truth was spoken.

When all the rocks and the lies laid at the bottom of the pond, we pulled out Bibles and replaced the lies with truth.

Isaiah 43
Song of Solomon 6:3
Psalm 45:10-15
Isaiah 44:1-4, 21-23
Jeremiah 31:3-6
Psalm 139
Psalm 124
Psalm 98
Isaiah 42:5-9

We ended our time by taking small wooden crosses and writing the names Christ calls us on them.

Names like, "Beautiful. Loved. Forgiven. Saved."

I write all this not just to share a beautiful experience, but to make a point.

Girls (and guys),

We try to define our worth.
You must have and do to have worth.

You must be pretty.
You must be popular.
You must be perfect.
You must have the perfect social life.
You must have a perfect past.
You must have.
You must be.
You must.
You.

I do it too.
I look at Facebook and compare myself.
I look in the mirror and compare myself.
I look at my friends and compare myself.

I start defining myself.
I believe lies.
I start trying harder.
I try to be more.
I try to have more.
I try to make a definition of myself that I like.

It never works, though.
Does it?

So let's stop.
Let's stop believing false definitions of ourselves.
Let's stop calling ourselves by lies.

We are called to define ourselves by Christ.
He has done and He has been to give us worth.
A worth that is more than being pretty.
Or being popular.
Or perfect.
Or anything.
Christ is our worth.

It's not easy.
I'm pretty terrible at it.

We have worth.
Not in our doing, but in Christ's doing.
Not in our actions, but in our abiding.
Not in our outward situations, but in our inward surrender to Christ.
We have worth because we have Truth.

Can we keep each other accountable?
Can we talk about the lies?
Can we fight for each other?
Can we push each other closer to Christ?

Please?

Saturday, April 4, 2015

The Pain of Saturday

Yesterday was Good Friday.
Tomorrow is Easter.

But today?
Today is just Saturday.

Out of all the Gospels, only one mentions that anything happened on Saturday.
Matthew 27:62-66 says that Pilate ordered a guard to guide the tomb.
But other then that?

Silence.

Do we try to imagine Saturday?
Do we imagine waking up as one as the disciples?
Do we consider the empty pain and despair?

Friday was agony and pain and loss.
Saturday was emptiness and anger and hopelessness.

~~~

He just sat there. He leaned on the wall and let it support his weight. He had no strength left. No hope left. No fight left. No caring left. 

Oh, why couldn't he just make it all disappear? Why couldn't he fall back into sleep and let the world fade for a few more hours.

Not that sleep was any better. His dreams filled with the Blood of the Rabbi. His ears filled with the jeering crowds, mocking the man he had followed so faithfully, and the cries of the women who gathered at Jesus's feet.

He slammed his fist against the wall with a cry. Why?!? Why had this happened!

Jesus had said that he was the Son of God, that he was the Messiah... that he was going to be the Savior of the World.

What now?

Doubts and fears plagued him. Lies swarmed around him. Darkness closed in.

It felt like hours had past, but the shadows had stayed still.

Alone he sat until the shadows moved across the floor. Alone he sat until the darkness started to fall. Alone he sat as the shadows disappeared and the stars peered through the window.

Perhaps tomorrow will be better.