Thoughtful Thursdays - Roseanna M. White

Thoughtful About . . . Being Complete

by Roseanna White | May 23, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

God speaks to us in a lot of ways. For me, He often speaks in what I call themes. Ideas that keep popping up over and over, in a variety of places, coming from all sorts of people. When I notice these recurring themes, I know it’s time to pay attention–and to dig a little deeper.

One of the themes that has come at me from all side lately is completeness.

It started with studying Philippians in our Bible study. In Phil 1:6 we see this:

“…being confident of this very thing, that He who has begun a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ;”

I’ve read this verse countless times. But I think I’d always read it as “will complete it in the day of Christ.” As in, when we’re finally with Him, we’ll finally be complete. Perfect. Whole.

But that’s not what it says. It says until that day. Until that day, He will complete the work in us. Why? Because the work, the completeness, the fullness, the perfection is in regards to doing His work here on earth. It’s not about achieving heavenly perfection someday. It’s about going out EVERY day and serving in His name. This is completeness in Him. This is wholeness. This is perfection–another translation of the Greek telos used in this verse.

It’s a concept we have a hard time wrapping our hearts around, because we are always keenly aware of what we’re lacking. We’re not smart enough or strong enough or energetic enough or nice enough or wise enough or…

But He is. All we have to be is willing enough. Willing enough to step outside ourselves, outside our comfort zones, and say, “Change me, O Lord. And use me to change the world for You.”

As we were discussing this verse in Philippians, I was reminded of Paul’s benediction to the Corinthian church in his second letter to them (II Cor 13:11):

11 Finally, brethren, farewell. Become complete. Be of good comfort, be of one mind, live in peace; and the God of love and peace will be with you.

Become complete. The more literal translation would be, be restored or be made whole. Paul’s prayer that he leaves people with often has something like this in it–he bids them all to be WHOLE in Christ. Individually…and as a community, as a church. This wholeness, this restoration is tied to unity and living in peace with one another. What more pointed call could we receive to #BeBetter and treat each other with the same love He extends?

I’d already been pondering these things, pondering community and self and Church and the work of God in all of these, when a friend read this verse over me and my husband, from Hebrews 13:20-21 (another benediction):

20 Now may the God of peace who brought up our Lord Jesus from the dead, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, 21 make you complete in every good work to do His will, working in you what is well pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever. Amen.

These verses sum up all I’d been piecing together. And here’s the really goose-bumpy part. As I was listening to her message, as soon as she said, “I have a verse for you guys,” I got that feeling. You know the one–that one that says, “Pay attention.” And I thought, “This is going to have something to do with completeness.” Then she read those words, and I just got a chill all over me.

Because YES. This is exactly what I’d been thinking. This completeness, this wholeness, this perfection isn’t MY completeness, wholeness, or perfection. It is God working IN ME so that I can work FOR HIM.

He will equip us. He will enable us. He will fill in all our gaps and holes, polish out all our flaws. Not to make us prettier or even sturdier–to make us able to do what He needs us to do.

And He will do this NOW, and every day, until we’re with Him. Toss aside that old saying “God isn’t finished with me yet” and replace it with a new saying:

“God completes me each day.”

Thoughtful About . . . The Truth

by Roseanna White | May 16, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

I have always believed in the Truth–the kind with a capital T. I reject the idea that it’s relative, that there is no Right and Wrong, just “right for me” and “right for you.”

I believe that this ultimate Truth is part of God. He’s the one who determines it, who created it, who presents it to us. What God says is Truth. More, what God IS is Truth.

Which is where the difficulty comes in sometimes, right? Because God is so much bigger than us, so hard for us to comprehend. And Truth is too. We get bits and pieces of it. We have vague understandings. He’s given us guidelines to help us reach for it. But that doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

The ancient Greek philosophers talk a lot about the form of a thing. An example they gave was something silly, like a table. There are a lot of tables in the world–and they all have imperfections. But we can still recognize them as a table because they partake of the TRUE table, the “eidos” or form of a perfect table. They use that simple example so we have a solid example to refer to when we’re talking about harder things, like virtue and justice and truth and the good. They claim that we can recognize the imperfect versions of these on earth because they partake of–imitate–a heavenly or divine version of the same.

There’s a reason we still read these philosophers–Plato and Aristotle. It’s because the early church preserved their writings because of how well they get at Christian understanding too. Those very philosophies strove to understand the Truth, even while recognizing that their understanding was imperfect. We on earth are never going to fully understand God and all He is–but we can recognize His fingerprints around us, right? We can see the shadows of His divine touch. We can understand truth–with a lower case T–in our lives because we recognize that it’s got something in common with His Truth.

But because it’s just an imitation, ultimately, we always run into problems. Because your interpretation of it might not agree with mine. Maybe you focus on this detail–the legs of the table, perhaps–while I’m focusing on this other one–the kind of wood used, maybe. If someone were to ask each of us about what a table is, you would wax poetic about how it needs four legs of the exact same height, and I’d be very specific about what it should be made of to achieve x, y, or z. We’re both trying to get at the Truth. But we’re telling different stories to get there.

As a storyteller, this is something I’m always very aware of, and something we authors talk about and think about a lot. We write fiction–it’s not, by definition, true. But it can still be True. Why? Because we choose stories that set out to show that “eidos.” That form. To reveal something we’ve learned about God or faith or family or healing or grief or laughter or love through the feeble words we have at our disposal.

But in order to share that Truth, we have to make choices. Sometimes it means leaving things out. Sometimes it means adding things. Sometimes it means changing a fact that distracts from the focus. This can seem dishonest–after all, if we’re changing a fact, then we’re wrong, and we’re not truthful. Right? Certainly, when we’re teaching our kids to tell the truth, we emphasize that it means “the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.” Important in a court of law. But not always so important in a story. Because in reality, we can only view the world through our own eyes. And sometimes we don’t see things clearly. The same is true in fiction–we’re looking at a story through a limited lens. So we have to focus it only on the things that are relevant.

Another great example is in visual art and photography. Have you ever taken a picture of yourself and looked at it and wrinkled your nose and thought, “Do I really look like that?” And has someone else ever said, “No, you don’t.”? Well, on the one hand, that doesn’t make sense, right? Because obviously, the camera caught the truth. And yet, it doesn’t, always. It captures one very isolated moment when the light was just so and you were standing at a particular angle and the background was in a certain perspective.

But in life, we’re not still. We’re always moving, as is the world around us. No one ever gets just a single, split-second view of you. They get a dynamic one. For instance, when my husband smiles, you know what we all notice first? His dimples. But in a photo I took of him, the way the light hit his face, you know what I saw first? The shape of his eye tooth. That’s where the photo drew the eye–but it’s not where your eye would ever go in person. So I changed the shape of the tooth in the photo. It’s now not an exact replica of him…but yet it gives a truer picture because now it directs your eye to where it would really go.

This is the dilemma artists of all kinds have faced since the beginning of time–we can tell the “true” story, sticking only to exact facts, or we can tell the True story, that directs the attention where it needs to go to get to the heart of the matter. We delete the distractions. We focus on the main parts.

There are those who disapprove of fiction for this very reason. But me? I say that’s pretty silly–because it isn’t something only fiction does. We all do it, in every part of our lives. We pick, we choose, we decide what to remember and what to forget. What’s worth telling and what would just clutter up the story. But I think maybe we’d understand those tendencies a little better if we pause to realize that it isn’t just about the little details on which we focus–those little truths that populate our days.

It’s about the ultimate Truth. And how we can best tell the stories that help us understand it.

Thoughtful About . . . Tearing Down

by Roseanna White | May 9, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

I’m never sure how to explain how thoughts coalesce in my brain. Usually, it’s topics that keep coming at me from different angles. In this case, those angles are various discussions we’ve had lately at church, with fellow authors about topics in books, and also about some reactions and “demands” authors have been getting about their books.

I’ve written plenty on here in the last year about the “outrage” culture, and this is part of that. But where it concerns me most is where it’s found a home within the church–and not just in recent years. This aspect has, I think, been a part of us for a long, long time. That when we latch on to a belief or a point of view, so often we feel that in order to uphold that, we must tear down the other.

An example from history (into the present) is the ongoing tension between Catholic and Protestant. These groups have found ways to disdain, persecute, vilify, and tear each other down for centuries. And it never ceases to sadden me. There are things on which the two sides don’t agree, yes. Sometimes those are big things. But what is achieved by arguing about it, pointing fingers, and accusing each other of not being Christian because we don’t agree?

Another example is that there’s a movement I just became aware of that is claiming (not for the first time in history) that the church and certain ministers and authors have been trying to keep them down. They’re getting in touch with authors and ministers and demanding apologies for the work that “hurt” them. They’re mounting smear and bad-review campaigns. They’re spending hours, days, months of their lives actively trying to tear down people that they’ve decided are their enemies. Within the Christian community. Why?

See, here’s the thing. Christianity is revolutionary. It always was. It always will be. It challenges us to leave behind the old, the assumptions, the religion-for-the-sake-of-it and embrace a Christ who says, “No, look deeper. Action isn’t enough–motivation matters too.” It is always new, always fresh, for each generation. But when each generation realizes that, they all to often assume they’re the first to do so. We forget sometimes that the insights we’ve come to were already realized before–countless times. We don’t understand that our mothers, our grandmothers, our great-grandmothers had quietly (or not so quietly) come to realizations of their own. We only see ours. And so we think it’s necessary to push this “new” thing out into the world so it can find its place.

But the world is already crowded with ideas, right? How do you find a place for yours? Well, if it’s a really good one, I think it will just find its home alongside other truths. But all too often, people decide they have to push it…which means pushing out something else. They have to tear down that other thing in order to build theirs. Progress, right?

When I hear of these sorts of movements, I’m always part angry and mostly sad. Because they don’t seem to realize that they’re tearing down their own foundations. You don’t have to agree with every teaching you’ve ever heard from someone or some group or some denomination. I know I don’t. But I’m also definitely not willing to say God wasn’t with them. That they didn’t believe. That they weren’t really of the faith. I’m not willing to say, “The work you spent a lifetime achieving is awful and deserves to be torn down.” I’m not willing to say God wasn’t in it.

Because if God was in it, even a little, even in just some of the details…who am I to tear it down? Do I honestly believe I have every detail right?

I know a lot of protestants who refuse to read the early church fathers’ writings because they deem them “Catholic.” Even though they were written a thousand years before there was a divide–in a time when “Catholic” literally just meant “the Church.” Though they’ve never read them, they usually have a lot to say about them, and about why they won’t read them. Things that tear down. Things that try to paint anything Catholic as bad, unchristian, misguided, weird, or downright evil.

But those are the very foundations of our church, the Protestant church, too. If you tear it down…where does that leave you? When you dig out the bedrock on which you’re built, how long can the house stay square?

The same is true of all these modern movements, both inside and outside of the church. How can we blissfully dig away at everything we disagree with, without thought to the consequences? When you tear at the fiber of something–churches, families, religions, politics, communities, cultures, countries–you know what you end up with? A lot of holes. A weakened fabric. Something ready to fall apart.

We’re never all going to agree. But you know what? Unity isn’t about agreeing on every detail. It’s about agreeing on what’s most important and deciding to value the stance of your neighbor in everything else. It’s about saying, “I want you to grow and be strong,” rather than, “I think you’re wrong.” And this goes not just for your neighbor in today’s world, but for your neighbor in history too. Those theologians we enjoy debating about–they were people who dedicated a lifetime to working for God too. When we tear apart their writings, what if we’re tearing apart something God inspired?

We’re all wrong about things. We’re all right about other things. Most of us are a pretty good mix of listening to God and listening to our own wants. But you know what I don’t ever want? For the Lord to say to me, “Why did you tear down the work I was doing with them over there? Don’t you think I’m big enough to work there with them and here with you?”

He’s so big, my friends. So big that He can’t be confined to one denomination or movement or culture or time period. He’s so big that He can work in different ways and show people different parts of His truth. We’re not that big–we can’t focus on it all. But that’s okay. You work where you’re called. I’ll work where I am. Each of us only needs to seek after Him. And when our paths cross and even clash, let’s not think we’re in competition for the Lord’s favor and we need to push each other aside to gain the prize. Let’s instead come alongside each other and cheer each other on.

Because never once did God tell us to tear each other down–certainly not fellow Christ-followers, but not even our enemies. He tells us to build each other up. To pray for our enemies and those who persecute us. And maybe it’s because of this:

If we spend all our time in demolition, we never actually build anything for Him. And so, at the end of our lives, what do we have to show for all our efforts but a pile of rubble?

Let’s build something together, friends. Let’s #BeBetter. Let’s focus less on where we disagree and more on the God who calls us all to Him.

Thoughtful About . . . The Wind

by Roseanna White | May 2, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

The sunrise down my driveway

We live in the mountains. Specifically, the Appalachians in West Virginia. Our home is nestled up against the side of one of these mountains, in a little bit of a valley. It’s wooded–the sort of area where it’s more remarkable to see open fields along this road than trees.

Ever since moving out here eight years ago, I’ve noticed the wind. Windy days (and nights) are nothing new. But only here have I ever had this particular experience–one I noticed again just last week.

When I’m outside on a windy day, I become keenly aware of the nature of those really big wind gusts. Because I can hear them coming. I’m talking 30 seconds before it arrives, I can hear this mighty whoosh from the north. I can hear those mighty blasts of air traveling over the mountains, down the valleys. Shaking the trees, stirring the leaves.

A force of nature. Giving me warning.

This isn’t something I can hear from inside–safe in the comfort of my kitchen, I never know the gust are coming until I see them hit–see the limbs of the trees bending, the garden ornaments toppling, the tarps go flying.

But outside. When I’m there in it, I have time to react. Generally, there isn’t much I choose to do, other than turn my face to the north and wait for it to hit, so I can marvel at the power of it. But sometimes I’ll run to secure the laundry or to put down the sun umbrella, or I’ll just zip up my sweatshirt.

Wind is one of those invisible forces often used as an example of spiritual things, isn’t it? Something we can’t see but still experience–like God. And the Spirit is likened to a rushing wind, right?

But as I pondered this anticipation of wind, I realized something else about our Father. Something pretty amazing.

He doesn’t move without warning.

There’s a verse in the Old Testament about God never acting without first telling one of His prophets. But even the New Testament church, even today, I think the same thing is often the case. When God moves, it’s with preparation. He stirs His people first. He prepares them for what’s coming. He moves hearts and minds so that they’re ready.

Ready for when the gusts of His Spirit come. Ready for when mountains shake. Ready for when anything not tethered down goes flying.

But we don’t always hear His warnings, do we? When we’re safe inside our comfort zones, perhaps, we don’t even listen for them. We’re content to just sit there, right where we are, and watch Him move out there.

Lord, I don’t want to be sitting here inside my bubble when You move. I don’t want to be “safe” from the power of Your Spirit. I don’t want to just watch You stir others.

I want to be out there. In it. Turning my face to the north and waiting.

Waiting to experience Your power.

Thoughtful About . . . Happiness and Joy

by Roseanna White | Apr 18, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

This past week, my church’s Wednesday night Bible study just began Philippians. Well, we didn’t really get much into the book itself; we read the intro from someone’s Bible, which said that the book was all about JOY, which is only to be found in Christ, as opposed to HAPPINESS, which is earthly.

This is something I’ve heard and read and come across is various ways over the years, as I’m sure you all have too. It’s an understanding that seems fine, right? We know that true joy comes from the Lord. We know that it’s not the same as happiness.

But my husband asked a question that led us into what I found to be a fabulous conversation: Does that meant that you can’t experience joy unless you’re a Christian?

As we talked through it, the first step was in identifying times that we would classify as experiencing joy rather than happiness. The things that bring us joy. And the examples–relationships, family, security–all seemed to have something in common in my mind. They’re all things that humanity as a whole can experience, yes. But they’re all things given by God, and which God uses as examples of what His love is like.

That, however, wasn’t an epiphany big enough to make me want to talk about it. 😉 What made me decide to write more about it was this thought:

Happiness is when we’re being acted upon in a favorable way.

Joy is when we act out our love.

I’ve long thought happiness was best defined as circumstantial. This gorgeous spring weather we’ve been having makes me happy. Dinner with friends makes me happy. Seeing a good sales report makes me happy.

See those keywords? Things make us happy. It’s a result of the outside world acting in a specific way, creating circumstances that we find pleasant, that creates in us a good feeling or emotion. Now, there’s nothing at all wrong with this! Happiness is something we should certainly appreciate when it comes our way!

But happiness is a feeling, and more, it’s a feeling that depends on the world around us. So when the circumstances change…well, our happiness does too. We don’t all feel happy every single day, do we? When we’re on the phone with customer support for hours, when we’re cleaning up messes from pets or kids or a storm, when we’re sick or suffering from depression or anxiety, when we’re looking at bills and knowing the account balance isn’t big enough–well, we certainly don’t feel happy.

When we read or hear about joy, though, we’re told that it’s something more, something beyond happiness, something that we ought to be feeling even when we’re not happy.

Ever hear that and just want to huff out a breath and demand, “HOW?!”

For starters, I don’t think we’re classifying it right when we say we ought to feel joy. Feeling isn’t the primary aspect of it. We ought, perhaps, to know joy. We ought to have joy. But I think most of all, we ought to be joy, act joyous, and spread joy.

Because do you know what every single joyous thing has in common? They involve us doing, acting, being rather than being acted upon. Instead of circumstances, joy is reliant on choices.

We choose to love our families, even when the kids are disobedient, when we’re in a rough patch with our spouse, when our parents don’t understand us, when our loved ones are ill and dying. We CHOOSE. And we ACT.

When circumstances are all against us and we choose to sing a praise song to God, that is joy.

When the plates are empty and we thank God for them as an opportunity for Him to show up and provide, that is joy.

When what we’ve lost outweighs what we have, but we turn our faces upward and say, “It’s all yours, Lord, I know you’re holding us in your hand,” that is joy.

When the baby keeps us up all night, and in the face of exhaustion, we sing another lullaby and cuddle them close, that is joy.

When you give even though you don’t know if it’ll be used wisely, simply to show someone you care, that is joy.

When you reach out, even though you’d rather curl up in a ball and shut out the world, that is joy.

Joy doesn’t always feel good. But it is good. It’s acting out love and faith, clinging with both hands to the promises, despite all the shadows and trials and struggles and pain.

Happiness might be something we pursue, working hard to line up those circumstances as best we can. But joy is something we can choose moment by moment. And when we’re so tired, weak, and overwhelmed that we don’t know how to grasp it anymore, that’s when we can turn to Him and say, “Be my joy, Lord. I don’t have any left of my own.”

Can you know joy apart from the Lord? Some, yes. I think you can–like all of His gifts to humanity, it’s available, along with Truth and Wisdom and Knowledge. Just as the world displays the knowledge of Him if you care to look for it, so does it offer the opportunity for joy. But it’s harder to grasp without Him as our foundation. It’s harder to hold to. But then, it’s hard when we do know Him too.

The best things always are.

Thoughtful About . . . Speaking Foolishness – and Writing Your Story

by Roseanna White | Apr 11, 2019 | Thoughtful Thursdays

After two weekends in a row away from home (which is when I’d usually have prepped blog posts), I’m still playing catch-up on the blog. So today, rather than just sharing my thoughts, I want to share some other people’s. =)

First is my husband, David. As I’m sure anyone who reads my posts can tell, we have a lot of awesome conversations. And they’re almost all begun by David–I’d usually be content to just sit there in my own little world, LOL. But David asks questions. David thinks things through (some might say too much, ha ha). David never assumes that the standard answer is the right one.

As the publisher at WhiteFire, he’s been doing a lot of thinking about stories and how they interact with the world. And I really love the articles he’s started writing. Two weeks ago, we launched the “From the Publisher’s Desk” blog at READ.WhiteFire-Publishing.com, and he talked about emotional counterfeiting (with a bonus review of the movie Unplanned). SUPER good thoughts about why some stories stay with us, resonate, and change us, and others…don’t.

Today he’s talking about how the things of Christ are foolishness to the world…and how as storytellers, we can use that to our advantage by creating wonder in the audience. Here’s a snippet–do go read the whole thing, his thoughts are spot-on!

In the circles of Christian art (books, film, music, even
visual arts), we often hear talk about the purpose
of our work. Of how to make the end result positive. But what, exactly, does
that mean? We tend to answer with things
like “to make sure God/Christ is glorified” through our art. That’s a bit of a difficult standard, really,
when you think about it. If the things
of God are foolishness to those outside the church, then glorifying God in a godly
way isn’t going to connect with the outay isn’t going to connect with the outside audience in a traditional way. Meaning that logical arguments for the Gospel
message don’t make sense (all the time—there are of course,
exceptions), and worldly appeals to the gospel risk damaging the message
itself. You also can’t connect with the
outside audience in the same way that you would with the church/Christian
audience. We understand things
completely differently.

What that means, to me at least, is that we have to be aware
that we’re speaking foolishness to the outside world. I know that scares some people. They want a
“clear presentation of the Gospel message.”
But as storytellers it ought to thrill us. Confusion and wonder are awesome tools in our tool bag (as long as you’re being
clear in the confusion you’re using – confused yet?) There are cases of truly bad storytelling
where confusion brings the audience out of the story, but when done well it
makes the audience wonder why a
character did/said a thing. Read the Full Article

~*~

Are You Ready to Write Your Story?

And then, after you’ve read that, I wanted to share about a writers conference WhiteFire is sponsoring, which is founded by one of our new authors, Paula Wallace. Paula runs Bloom in the Dark, a non-profit organization with a television show whose purpose is to help those who’ve suffered from abuse, addiction, or other trauma to not just survive it–but to thrive with the help of the Lord.

The Writing from a Bleeding Heart Conference is geared specifically toward people who hear the Lord whispering Write your story but don’t know how to start. Even seasoned authors run into this–we know how to write other people’s stories, but how do we incorporate our stuff into it, or write a memoir or…? Writing can be an incredibly healing experience–but it’s also a challenge. If you feel that nudge on your spirit, though, it might be because God not only wants to heal you through the process, but because your story could help another of His precious children heal as well.

I get a lot of questions from my readers about this sort of thing, so I wanted to share the information on this conference. David and I will both be there, and I’ll be teaching some of the sessions (on the writing side of things). It promises to be a time of fellowship, education, encouragement, and healing! If it sounds like something you’d be interested in, please check out the website!

Writing from a Bleeding Heart Conference

June 26-29, 2019

Franklin, TN (just outside Nashville)

www.BleedingHeartConf.com

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