The Circles of Faith

The Circles of Faith

With my Patrons & Peers group, I’m reading a book called Devotional Classics, which has excerpts from all sorts of theologians from a variety of Christian backgrounds. A few weeks ago, we read a bit by Bernard of Clairveaux. He was talking about the four levels of devotion we go through.

First, we love ourselves for our own sake. Then we love God for our own sake. Then we love God for His own sake. Then, rarely, once in a while, we get a glimpse of how to love ourselves for God’s sake.

As we discussed this as a group, I mused that this growth can be explained as “circles” of faith.

Every human begins life with self-centered focus. This is perfectly natural. To quote one of my college professors, “Every baby is a tyrant.” And it’s true! We have to be taught to think about someone other than ourselves (and some of us are more successful at learning this than others, LOL). We are, at the core, the centers of our own universes.

I remember when I was a child, maybe six or seven, I was sitting in the car with one of my parents. We’d pulled to a halt at the end of our long, winding road, where it intersects the main thoroughfare through town, Rt. 28. I couldn’t tell you what season it was or where we were going. But I distinctly remember this moment where I looked at one of the cars driving by, saw the driver through the window, and had this strange epiphany.

I realized that was a person in that car–one I didn’t know. Whose name I didn’t even know. I realized that they were driving somewhere I wasn’t going, for a purpose that had nothing to do with my life. I realized they had joys and pains, friends and enemies…all very different from mine.

It’s at once silly and profound, but it represents a huge turning point in my young life–that point where I realized it wasn’t about me. When I realized that I had nothing to do with most of the world. I saw my own smallness, and instead of just being humbling (though it is that), what it really did was throw the doors of the world wide open.

It made me aware of all the many stories playing out all around me…stories I could learn if I looked beyond my own nose.

My circle expanded. It suddenly went beyond just me, my family, and my friends. It expanded to include strangers.

It’s likely no coincidence that was about the same time in my life when God and Jesus went from being vague concepts I learned about in church to beings that I loved. When I looked beyond me, much as Bernard says would happen, I began to see that there must be Someone greater than me, and that Someone is God. I realized that God loves me, and so I loved him back.

In this second phase, this second circle, we realize that God will hear our petitions, and so we make them. But a bit of the transactional still lingers in our understanding and in our thoughts.

We love Him because He first loved us. We love Him because He sent His son to die for us. We love Him because we eat and are filled. We love Him because of the signs and wonders. We love Him because He created. We love Him because He saved. We love Him because He answers our prayers.

We love Him for what He does.

This, too, is natural. After all, Jesus came to do things. He performed signs and wonders. But what did He say so many times in the Gospels? He accused people of having little faith because that was all they cared about.

Our circles are still too small. It’s still to close to that “me-centric” way of seeing things. But how do we expand it?

That comes when we separate our love from the transaction–both love of God and love of others. We stop loving Him for what He’s done and begin to love Him for who He is.

The same holds true of the people around us. We need to love people, not because they believe what we believe or think what we think, not because we like what they do or because they helped us out…we need to love people for who they are.

Image-bearer.
God-made.
Beloved of the Father.
Worthy of salvation.

It isn’t easy–neither having that love of humankind nor of God. And I don’t know about you, but I need constant reminders to stay in that circle. It’s so, so easy to slip back into “me.”

But you know what? That circle still isn’t the end-game. Not according to St. Bernard, and not according to God, and not according to our own experience either. You know where we really want to be, even if only for moments at a time?

That fourth circle, that fourth level of love and devotion is when we can see ourselves clearly, as God sees us.

We can see our smallness…and our greatness. We can see who we really are, apart from what we do. We can see how much He loves us and love ourselves in that same way, not with self-interest, but with pure grace, pure mercy.

In those moments, we know how we fit in the world. We might just be one little person in one little car on one little road in one little town in one little county in one little state in one little country…but He loves us. He loves us so much that He sent Christ to die for us. He loves us even though we’re petty and selfish and greedy. He loves us, and not because of those good deeds we did or how often we read our Bible. He loves us, not because of what we’ve done or dream of doing or refrain from doing.

He loves us because we are His. And so, in those glimpses of eternity, we love ourselves because we are His. 

Those moments are always fleeting. Just glimpses of our true place in our Father’s heart. But they equip us, friends, to go back to that third circle and dwell there with purpose.

Because when we see ourselves through God’s eyes, we see everyone else that way too. And you know what happens when we view others through God’s eyes?

We love them. Not for what they do. For who they are.

Who do we need to work on loving with God’s love today?

Word of the Week – Muscle

Word of the Week – Muscle

Did you know that muscle comes from mouse?

You didn’t read that wrong.

Apparently back in Ancient Greece, someone thought that bulging muscles (think biceps) resembled mice. So mys was the root for both words, and that just carried right up on through the millennia and into Latin, and from there to many other languages.

I don’t know about you, but I thought the shared letters and sounds were pure coincidence. Turns out, the Latin musculus means “little mouse.” That’s where our English word came from, way back in the 1300s.

Now you know.

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Let Your Peace Return to You

Let Your Peace Return to You

“And if the house is worthy, let your peace come upon it, but if it is not worthy, let your peace return to you. And if anyone will not receive you or listen to your words, shake off the dust from your feet when you leave that house or town.” ~ Matthew 10:13-14

I’ll admit it. I always felt like I was missing something in these verses above. Something about that subjunctive phrase–the same structure used for God calling the universe into being, that let there be…–made me scratch my head. Or more accurately, made me wonder at the nature of peace, if it’s something that can go out from us to settle on a place but then can return to us.

Return to us, that is, in very specific situations–when people refuse to hear the Good News. When people won’t listen.

I understand, of course, that the shaking off of the dust is a testimony against those people (hence verse 15, which says it’ll be better for Sodom and Gomorrah than for that place in the last days–harsh judgment here!), but I still found it curious that it was linked to peace.

It’s something that hovers in the back of my mind whenever we’re talking about or studying peace. And in the current political climate (okay, in any political climate), there are certainly people shaking things at other people all over the place. Fingers, heads, and probably that metaphorical dust too.

You know what I’m not seeing a lot of? Peace. I don’t see it resting upon many houses, and I don’t see it returning to people either.

Something else continued to nag at me too. Was Jesus really telling us to give up on those people forever? He, who hung on the cross and forgave those who put them there? I can’t think so. Because a person or family or town who doesn’t hear the Gospel in one moment has historically had their “come to Jesus” moment later. Someone else went back to that person or house or town, and the result was different. As Paul points out, sometimes the seeds one person plants need to be watered by a second, tended by a third, and see the harvest with a fourth.

Why, then, does Jesus give this instruction?

I don’t think it’s just about those people who aren’t listening. I think He told us this for the sake of our hearts. Our minds. Our souls.

Because He knows us–He knows we worry. We fret. We obsess. We feel guilty. We take on ourselves what isn’t ours to carry. Jesus is telling the disciples He’s sending out, “Don’t take it personally. Be impartial. When people don’t hear you, don’t let it upset you. Let your peace return to you and move on.”

That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t pray for people. It doesn’t mean they’re a lost cause.

It means we’ve done OUR part right NOW. It means we need to hand judgment over to Him and take a step back. We need to relinquish control. We need to trust Him. Cling to hope. Let go of what we wanted to see happen.

Be at peace. It’s not just a command. Jesus isn’t telling us DO THIS. That subjunctive is way more subtle. It’s an invitation that carries authority. The same Voice that said, “Let there be light” is saying “Let your peace return to you.”

What are we clinging to in concern that we need to let go of?

What contention are we holding that’s keeping our hearts from being at peace?

What effort do we need to step away from so that He can come in and do His work, or so that someone else can have their shot?

What house do we need to leave so that our peace can return to us?

Word of the Week – Green

Word of the Week – Green

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

In honor of the holiday of “the wearin o’ the green,” I thought we’d take a look at the history of green today.

Not surprisingly, various spellings of green have been around as long as English itself has been (Old English was grene), and also not surprisingly, it has Germanic roots which means that other Germanic languages have cognates. So where did it originate?

The root of the word is ghre-, which means “to grow.” Makes sense, right? Note that grass comes from this same root. Green is denoted as “the color of living plants.”

As early as the 1100s, green could mean “covered with grass or foliage” as well as “the appearance of someone who’s sick,” and from the 1300s onward, we’ve used it to refer to unripened fruit or vegetables…and hence also the metaphorical sense of people who are immature. Round about 1600, that metaphorical sense extended to mean “gullible.”

So what about some phrases with green in them?

One of the oldest is actually green room; I expected this to be linked to film, but in fact it’s rooted in stage and has been used since 1701 to mean the “room for actors that are not on stage.” Why? Well, the best guess is that a well-known one was painted green. 😉 Green light comes (no surprises here) from the lights used on railroads as early as 1883 to signal a train had permission to enter the tracks, but it didn’t enter the vernacular for a general sense of “permission” until 1937. And one year later in 1938, green thumb also came along for someone who’s good at gardening (I thought that one would be older!). Using green to refer to environmentalism is from 1971.

Are you wearing green today?

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What If We…?

What If We…?

What if we mourned with those who mourn…even when we’re happy about what has them sad?

What if we listened to the people we disagree with, not to gather ammunition to use against them, but to understand their point of view?

What if we prayed for our opposition instead of about them?

What if we stop looking for “gotcha!” moments and started looking for what we have in common?

What if we read things out of our comfort zone?

What if we sought not to tear down but to build up?

What if we paused before hitting “like” or “post” and asked, “Will this show others the love of Christ?”

What if we refused to put labels on people, and instead called each of them “beloved of the Father”?

What if we chose patience and kindness instead of outrage and condemnation?

What if we refused to boast about our “wins”?

What if we were willing to “lose” if it would help others see God’s love?

What if we refused to show disrespect to someone just because we disagree with them?

What if we pursued their desires above our own?

What if we were the last to be angered instead of the first?

What if we kept no record of the wrongs we perceive being done to us?

What if we rejoiced, not when we get our way, but when we make a friend of someone once an enemy?

What if we protected those who are desperate and alone instead of our own self-interest?

What if we were willing to trust that God’s love is bigger than our differences?

What if we hoped in Him instead of our own power?

What if we persevered in building bridges instead of burning them down?

What if our first, gut, knee-jerk reaction was love instead of hate?