Moral Outcry

My conscience will no longer allow me to remain silent. I have ignored this issue for far too long. I have allowed myself to look the other way for the sake of politeness and social ease. But no more.

We, as Christian's in America are allowing genocide to occur in this country. The genocide of the unborn became legal in this country in 1973.

As I research different views on abortion, I keep coming across this idea that we should not "force" our "opinions" on people. This argument is the most widespread piece of nonsense I have ever encountered. Frankly, it is an absolutely ridiculous, baseless, pointless argument that we have sucked up because we think it makes us sound tolerant. The American legal system is based on the rule of law. The government is of the "opinion" that running stop lights is dangerous, and they "force" this opinion on the American populace by issuing tickets to those who "choose" to break the law. Should we no longer enforce the law because people should be "free" to do what they wish. Obviously, how could I presume to know what is "right" for someone else? If people want to run red lights, well who am I to "force" my opinion and stop them. I can't make other people's decisions for them, perish the thought that I try to legislate morality or anything of that nature.

Is there not anything that is always wrong, 100% of the time? Has every American's sense of morality become situational? I will tell you, there are things that are always wrong. Incest, rape, murder, to name a few. Reality is not relative.

I don't have the time or the wherewithal to defend against every anti-life (pro-choice) argument. The truth is, there are plenty of other people who have and have done a much better job then I ever could.

But, I will say this. We as Christians need to raise a moral outcry so loud that it shakes the supreme court to its very foundations. We can no longer afford to remain silent and polite while children are being slaughtered in our midst. I am as guilty as the next. I, for far to long have ignored the conviction of the Holy Spirit regarding this issue. I have been a coward and I have been lazy, preferring to keep quiet to keep the peace. But NO MORE!

Some of you may have heard of Diedrich Bonhoeffer, most of you probably haven't. He was a German pastor who took a stand against the Nazi's. He refused to submit when the Nazis invaded the church in Germany. He refused to remain silent whilst they instituted pogroms against the Jews. He fought valiantly in the face of insurmountable evil. Eventually it cost him his life. He he said this,

"Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act."

Amen Brother, Amen

http://bound4life.com/
http://bound4life.com/blog

Why

I haven't written in a while. Not for lack of trying, I must have sat down at least 5 or 6 times, determined to pen the blog post of the century. I've just been empty of words, for lack of a better way to describe it. I guess sometimes you walk through valleys with shadows so deep you just don't know what to say. I would love to be able to say that I am writting this post from the viewpoint of "victory", with every enemy vanquished and every demon banished. I would love to say that I have found the solution to all of my sins, struggles and anxieties and if you follow my patented five step process you too can have your "best life now".

However, I never was any good at lying so I don't see the point of starting now. Truth be told, I feel as if I've been traveling in a tunnel so dark and twisted I can't see any daylight. The nice way to say it is i'm still "in process"

Growing up, I read lot of christian literature about a variety of subjects. But, something I never understood was why so many authors had chosen to write books dealing with the subject of pain and suffering. Why not write more books about how we can stop sinning or how we can be a more productive person, or something useful I thought. People seemed to struggle predominantly with the thought that if God truly loved them then X wouldn't have happened. To be honest I always thought the people who questioned God with a big"WHY ME!?" we're a little slow and silly. That is until recently.

When I first began to walk with Christ, my life changed radically for the better. Everything was beautiful and bright. I floated on clouds, nothing could go wrong (or so it seemed). I faced every hurdle with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Life was like skipping through a a field of daises. Every day was a new adventure, a new lesson to be learned, I was in love.

But things began to change in May. I stopped learning as quickly as I once did; when I fell down, I didn't pop right back up, I stayed down. My failures seemed to mount day by day. I felt lost, I didn't understand. The hardest thing is the unsureness of everything. Questions swam in my head. How long will I feel like this? How long will the sadness stay? Has God forgotten about me? Why am I failing so much? Does this mean that I'm not saved? What if I go back to how I used to be?

This semester has been hard.

Reflections

I just returned from attending the fall concert of the USF honors philharmonic orchestra, jazz combo and a Capella groups. It was incredible.

Attending musical events always causes me to reflect heavily on my life. Music has been such a huge part of my life.

My first reflection is on the incredible goodness of God. There is so much sin in this world, so much darkness. My heart aches for the homeless, the lonely widows, the invisible children, those who are lost and have no hope. Our world is caught in the grips of selfishness, greed and corruption. Yet, nonetheless God has given us the gift of music. I cannot express the pure joy that arises from performing music.

Can you see it? Playing your favorite piece, with a group of people you have come to love as family. You begin, the music swells, you grin in anticipation. Every person you desperately hoped would come has arrived and is on the edge of their seats in the audience. The rhythm section is as solid as rock, every note is perfect. The music grows and swells and takes on a life of its own. Are you making it or is it making you? As the opus ends and the final note slowly drifts away, your hands are tingling and you are left with a curious mix of joy and sorrow. Longing fills your heart, to be back at that moment of perfection. But, you are joyful knowing your work is complete.

I truly believe that this is a reflection of heaven.

One day soon Christ will return to us, in all his glory. The bride coming to claim the bridegroom. The redeemer coming to rescue those that he paid for with his own precious blood. Christ and the church, one of the greatest mysteries. What a day of rejoicing that will be! Finally, finally, we will meet face to face the lover of our souls. And we will know him, just as we are known.

And we will finally be home.

The semester thus far

"And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. ¹⁰ Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong."

~2 Corinthians 12:9-10

I am now halfway through the fall semester of my sophomore year of college. I don't know how I got this far this quickly. I'm amazed at the speed at which the days turns into weeks. This is now my third attempt to put into words what I have been going through this semester. It's been a roller coaster, to say the least.
"Trust in the LORD with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths."

~Proverbs 3:5-6

I generally "pride" (one of my greater sins, as if I have things to be proud of) myself on being a fairly steady, consistent person, not given to emotional upheaval. This has not been the case this semester at all. The only thing I've done consistently this semester is be upset!

I could go on forever about all the things that aren't going the way I want them to, about the things that are hurting me. But, what use would that be? I don't know why I am walking through these trials, or why I feel less capable then ever to meet them. But, I can tell you what I've learned from the experience.

Here's the short story, this semester was a curve ball. I've faced challenges that I never thought I'd have to face. Things that used to be so simple and easy have now grown too difficult for me to handle.
And here are the results:
I have had to throw myself completely at the mercy of God. I have given up attempting to do life on my own strength, by my own will power. It's a hard truth to swallow, but a beautiful one. I am completely dependent on Jesus. All good things come from him (James 1:17), nothing good comes from me (Romans 3:10-18,23). I've said this before, but to truly realize that on my own, I don't even have the ability to perform basic courtesy.

Suffering really is a blessing. (James 1:2-4, Matthew 5:1-12)

But, I will walk by faith, even when I cannot see. (2 Corinthians 5:7)


"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. For by it the elders obtained a good testimony. By faith we understand that the worlds were framed by the word of God, so that the things which are seen were not made of things which are visible."

~Hebrews 11:1-3

"...But without faith it is impossible to please Him, for he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him."

~Hebrews 1:6

This I know

"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known."

~1 Corinthians 13:11

If you were wondering what I did this summer...

I spent the summer in Tennessee at a Navigator Summer Training Program. The Navigators is a ministry begun in 1933 by a man named Dawson Trotman. It was originally started among Navy men (thus the name The Navigators), but now has expanded to include college campuses and foreign missions as well. A summer training program is eight weeks long. You work almost full time and in your "spare" time (as in every other waking moment) you participate in an intense bible study, one on one discipleship, evangelism, workshops and nav nights.

What do I see when I look back over this summer?

I see brokenness, complete brokenness. I was put together in all the wrong ways. God had to break me so he could put me back together in the likeness of his Son. But, just like a hard winter makes the spring that more glorious, and the first few flowers pushing through the frozen ground that more precious, brokenness leaves room for me to be used for his glory.

God used this summer to wage full scale war on all the bitterness, anger, pain and resentment I had stored in my heart all these years. It felt like every day God was bringing a new memory from my past where I had been hurt and hadn’t dealt with it. I swear, I’ve cried more in these two months then I have in the past two years. I was honestly surprised at the depth of m emotions over these things that had occurred five or six even ten years ago. I remember crying on the back porch one day and I asked God “why did all these things happen to me, why did I have to go through all this?” and his reply was “so you would come to know me better.”

Then again while I was working, I was thinking about all the pain in my life and God asked me “Sarah, if everything you had to go through was what it took for you to turn to me, would you still have had it happen? Would you trade your relationship with me for a perfect life?”

I realized I am not who I thought I was. If you had asked me before STP who I was, I would have said “I’m Sarah Jo, I’m tough, I’m a B.A., I can handle anything, I’m fearless, I do what I want”. I would have described myself as an extrovert, who loves to talk, and is not afraid of telling people the truth.

But, I realized that’s not me at all.

The real me has been in hiding for the past ten years. I created this monster mask to hide behind, to scare people away so they wouldn’t hurt me. The monster was created out of every core lie I ever believed. That I’m unlovable, ugly, worthless, a waste of time, arrogant, loud, overweight, unwanted, stupid, annoying, dominating, forgettable, my brain is the only good part of me, I have to defend myself, I have to be tough. This monster grew bigger and bigger over the years until I eventually it overshadowed me to the point that I thought I was the monster. I lived in defensive mode permanently. My fears controlled me, the fear of being alone, my fear of people, and my fear of abandonment.

When I look back over the years of my life from 8-18 I am incredibly saddened at how that perception hurt me. The place where I was injured the most was in my relationships with other people. I viewed relationships as similar to a financial exchange. Whenever I was in a relationship with someone, I based our friendship upon what I could do for them. I rationalized that if I could do enough to make them happy, they wouldn’t leave me. But, I never let myself love someone, that was far to dangerous. I realize now just how shallow and meaningless my relationships with people were. I hurt so many people this way, I would let them get close to me, let them get attached but I would never need anyone, I could walk away at the drop of a hat and I frequently did.

I thought I was so tough, but you know what, I’m not. I’m not big and scary, I’m small and afraid, afraid that who I am isn’t going to be enough to keep people around, that unless I strive to completely meet everyone’s needs, they won’t have a reason to be around me. I thought that I was this tough girl who could handle anything, but I can’t, I can’t be everything to everybody. I am weak and fearful.

“and he said to me ‘my grace is sufficient for you for my strength is made perfect in weakness’. Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities that they power of Christ may rest upon me. Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ sake. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

-2 Corinthians 12: 9-10

Now I’m just trying to figure out who I really am in Christ. I catch glimpses of myself on occasion. I am patient with children, I love to be out in nature, I like being alone, I am gentle, I love to give hugs.

“The soul is like a wild animal – tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, self-sufficient. It knows how to survive in hard places. But it is also shy. Just like a wild animal, it seeks safety in the dense underbrush. If we want to see a wild animal, we know the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods yelling for it to come out. But if we walk quietly into the woods, sit patiently by the base of the tree and fade into our surroundings, the wild animal we seek might put in an appearance.”

–Parker Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness

One big thing I had to tackle this summer that arose from my monster persona is the way I communicate with people. I always argue; I treat every conversation as a battle to be won. This might work okay with guys who love competition, but when you live with a cabin of eleven other girls, communication will break down if you approach them from that angle. About week six I started to get really frustrated with myself and everyone else who lived with me. I felt like I couldn’t have a decent conversation with any of them. I felt like a rhinoceros living in a pen with a bunch of baby chicks, every move I made I ended up squishing someone. Praise God, one of the team leaders in my cabin had the patience to sit down and talk with me and help me work through my communication barriers.

I’ve had to go through a lot of changes since I began following Christ, layer after layer of worldliness had to be washed away. So many things had to be transformed; you think I would be used to it and expect it. However, when I realized even something as core to my being as the way I communicate with people had to be changed I was like “seriously God, seriously. Honestly? This has to change too?”

I learned that it’s okay for me to have needs. I used to think that I couldn’t have needs, emotional relational etc. I had this pseudo-vulnerability in that I let people know what I’m thinking and feeling, I was very transparent, but because I never let myself care about anyone I wasn’t vulnerable. I learned that people who don’t know who they are attract others who don’t know who they are, but Jesus came to show us who we are. If you don’t know who you are you are a slave to those around you. I decided that I wasn’t going to be a slave anymore, I am free in Christ. Free to be myself, whoever she may be.

I really grew in the area of evangelism. We went out into two neighboring cities, Pigeon Forge and Gatlinburg and shared the bridge to whoever we could. At first I really struggled intellectually with evangelism. I felt like if I didn't understand everything theologically about salvation and evangelism, then I just couldn't do it. But, after a few frustrating, disappointing nights I decided to check my pride and attitude and just obey God's command and give it all I got. When I finally did that, I had one of the best witnessing nights of my life (ask me about it!)

I walked into my job thinking, "Sweet, this is going to be so easy. I'll get a great tan, plus I get paid more then everyone else, nice!" WRONG! My first day was so stressful I thought about asking if they could switch me to foods. In all of this turmoil and trial I had to lean on God in my weakness. There were somedays where I would go to the guard shack for break and put my head down and pray to God that I wouldn't fall apart during my next rotation. Now it wasn't all bad, I actually really began to enjoy it after the first week (though audits kept me slightly stressed all summer). I had great bosses who were supportive, caring and friendly. I truly enjoyed working at splash country.

"Trust in the Lord with all you heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him and he will direct your paths." -Proverbs 3:5-6

This summer God has really given me a vision for my life. My goal is to give my life away, to die with nothing left in my hands. I'm not sure what this is going to look for my life, I guess we'll see.

When things got rough this summer and I felt like I was at the bottom God gave me peace by changing my perspective. I saw how temporary everything is and how glorious heaven is and I realized even when things get really crappy, it's not for that long. This is when it really came home for me: There was a day where it poured rain, they didn't even open the park till 11. However, it wasn't lightening so the park stayed open. So I was standing at the bottom of a slide, that no one was coming down, in a torrential downpour, to quickly realize the water-proof jacket I had been issued, was not really water-proof. I thought about being upset and complaining but then God opened my eyes. I was like "Who cares if it's raining? Who cares if I'm cold? Who cares if I can't manage to maintain my weight? Who cares if I can't manage to communicate with people the way I want?" Sarah, before you know it, you're going to be dead and gone and all this will pass away like vapor, so why get yourself all worked up over it? If God chose to put you here in the pouring rain, with a body that doesn't do what you want, with life experiences that have made it nearly impossible for you to communicate as easily as you want, so be it"

"And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. But rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell" -Matthew 10:28

The challenge

American Christians are at a cross roads. Will we continue to follow the siren call of financial prosperity or will we forsake all for the cause of Christ? Who are we kidding? We cannot serve both God and mammon.

How difficult to resist the temptation to indulge, to grow slothful in our disciplines. "You're not hurting anyone, it's your life, do what feels good, find your happiness" our culture croons. To be faithful in the little things this, this is an everyday battle, a constant fight. It isn't glorious. Nobody notices, nobody cheers for you when you get up and do the little hard things everyday that you hate doing.

So here we are in America. We have every physical comfort we could want. Well, at least most people who would have the time to read the musings of a small-town teenage girl do. Yet we face one of the greatest challenges and opportunities the Church has ever seen.

Let us rise up to drink the new wine we have in Christ Jesus. Living sacrificially and simply for the cause of Christ, that is what we must do.

“And to the angel of the church of the Laodiceans^f]">[f] write,
‘These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the creation of God: “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I could wish you were cold or hot. So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth. Because you say, ‘I am rich, have become wealthy, and have need of nothing’—and do not know that you are wretched, miserable, poor, blind, and naked— I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me. To him who overcomes I will grant to sit with Me on My throne, as I also overcame and sat down with My Father on His throne. “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit says to the churches." - Revelation 3:14-21

I hate violence.

I HATE Violence. Everyday, people beat up the homeless for fun, rape little girls to fulfill their fantasies and shoot people for the petty cash in their wallets. This is reality. Yet we watch it for entertainment? How can we allow this into our homes?

People say to me "Oh, it's not real, it just T.V., everybody knows it's not real."

Come on, please. Who do you think you're kidding?

We are so ridiculous. Why do we deceive ourselves? Do we honestly believe we are above the influence of the media we feed ourselves?

Look, I'll put it to you straight friends. We use media to entertain ourselves, we watch movies (or read books, or listen to music etc.) for entertainment, correct? Therefore if there's violence in your media, you are being entertained by it.

"Oh, no I just ignore it, I watch the movies because I like the plot (or the special effects or the actors etc.)."

Lame excuse, try again.

Even if that were true, then by default, not only are you desensitizing yourself to violence, you are teaching yourself to ignore violence. You often hear complaints that American ignore the plight of those less fortunate (the homeless, the people of Darfur, children in the sex slave industry etc.). We ask "How can we ignore these people who desperately need our help?"

How?

Because we practice it on a daily basis.

Every year, movies get more and more violent. Things that would have been unacceptable, five ten years ago, are accepted without question now. That means as a society we are needing more and more violence to satisfy our appetites. Can't you see what an addiction it has become?

"But I really like all the cool forensic science stuff on T.V., it can't be all that bad."

We all know T.V. crime scene dramas only show the "cool" part of the crime. But, what about the wretchedness that is the reality for actual crime victims?

How much agony do parents of kidnapped children go through as they wait day after day, sitting by the phone, clinging to hope that somehow their baby is still alive and they will get to hold them again? What about the victims of rape? Where is their consolidation? Does catching the rapist heal them? How often does that actually happen? Every drama ends so neatly, but is that a reality for most rape victims? How many nights do they lay awake, afraid to sleep because of the nightmares that won't go away?

Friends, I am pleading with you. Think about what you are doing. There is so much untold suffering in this world, the least we can do is not exploit it for entertainment.

Our lives here in America our so...sanitary. Most of us will never have to experience what is the daily reality for so many people. We will never go hungry, never have to worry about soldiers invading our home. We are one of the wealthiest, most privileged nations to ever exist in human history.
Or maybe you are the victim of violence. For that, whatever your circumstances, I am deeply sorry.

"Okay, so I won't consume media that has violence in it any more, will that satisfy you?"

It is not enough to simply avoid doing bad things, we must begin to replace our wrongdoing with righteousness.

"Therefore, putting away lying, “ Let each one of you speak truth with his neighbor,” for we are members of one another. “Be angry, and do not sin”: do not let the sun go down on your wrath, nor give place to the devil. Let him who stole steal no longer, but rather let him labor, working with his hands what is good, that he may have something to give him who has need. ²⁹ Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you." -Ephesians 4:25-32

As Americans, there is so much we can do without ever even leaving the comfort of our homes. We don't have to be the leader of a huge charity to make an impact, we don't have to sell everything we own and move to Africa to work with orphans (though those are noble things). We grossly underestimate the impact of living simply.

It's nice when we can do big things to help people, huge fund-raising projects, awareness campaigns, things that everybody notices. But, how much more of challenge is it to do the little things that that nobody notices? Denying yourself daily is the key.

This is what I have realized. I do not know what God has planned for my life. What I will do after I graduate, I haven't the faintest idea. But, this I do know. TODAY, I will do my best to be faithful in the little things. It starts with today, God has called me to be faithful today. Not tomorrow, not when I'm old and I'm done having fun. God calls for obedience today.

Luke 16:10

"He who is faithful in what is least is faithful also in much; and he who is unjust in what is least is unjust also in much. Therefore if you have not been faithful in the unrighteous mammon, who will commit to your trust the true riches? And if you have not been faithful in what is another man’s, who will give you what is your own? “No servant can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.”

And as paraphrased by The Message:

^10-13Jesus went on to make these comments:

If you're honest in small things,
you'll be honest in big things;
If you're a crook in small things,
you'll be a crook in big things.
If you're not honest in small jobs,
who will put you in charge of the store?
No worker can serve two bosses:
He'll either hate the first and love the second
Or adore the first and despise the second.
You can't serve both God and the Bank.

There seems to be a disconnect in our thinking. We see evil on a national scale and don't understand that its just a magnification of the evil that we do.

Environmental issues? Magnification of the fact that sometimes I don't take the extra step to recycle.
Human rights issues? Magnification of my own selfishness.
Animal rights issues? Magnification of the fact that sometimes I get to busy to pay attention to my dog.

I don't want to live my life ignoring the poor and the destitute.
Let us rise up as a generation and plead the cause of the broken, the poor and the destitute to the ends of the earth.

Ezekiel 16:49-50 (NKJV)

"Look, this was the iniquity of your sister Sodom: She and her daughter had pride, fullness of food, and abundance of idleness; neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. ⁵⁰ And they were haughty and committed abomination before Me; therefore I took them away as I saw fit."

and as paraphrased by The Message:

"The sin of your sister Sodom was this: She lived with her daughters in the lap of luxury—proud, gluttonous, and lazy. They ignored the oppressed and the poor. They put on airs and lived obscene lives. And you know what happened: I did away with them."