Friday, September 20, 2013

Hoping for a Revolution



The world lacks something lasting, something profound, something... revolutionary. 


Hope.


In order to fully understand what hope is, one must first understand what hope is not.  I’m not talking about hopelessness, because on one thing I think everyone agrees; we all experience hopelessness.  The stories in this blog are but just glimpses into the depths of hopelessness.  I will be posting stories as they are shared with me, so that you will see just how not alone you truly are.  The world knows hopelessness and longs, yearns, and cries out for hope.

Have you been at the end of your rope, crying, screaming, and begging for help?  You reach out to family, friends and lastly the God you never talk to, but nothing ever comes of it.  You knew it was just a shot in the dark anyway.  This isn’t hope.  This is desperation.

Hope
is not
desperation.

Have you ever prayed, crossed your fingers, rolled the dice, performed a ritual, used herbal medicines, or any other attempt to appease the spiritual realm? Thinking perhaps this time you’ll get an answer?  This isn’t hope.  This is religion, albeit poorly performed religion.

Hope
is not
religion.

Have you ever surrendered to the circumstances; thinking that this is the hand you were dealt?  You continue living life, insecurely believing “it is what it is.”  Apathy, and eventual depression set in.  But at least you’ll never be hurt because “hey, that’s life!”  This sounds like humility and trust but really it’s a heart that has given up.  A heart that has given up doesn’t have hope.

Surrender
is not
hope.

I believe the three of these are examples of how the world might view hope.  The world misses the mark.  Surprised?  Me either.  Hope, described in the bible is actually synonymous with confidence.  What does this mean in application?  It means that when you’re struggling, and you are desperate for answers or rescue your confidence is tested.  You have options for your confidence, you know?  You could try self-confidence which actually begs the question, how did you get so desperate if your self was the answer?  Perhaps, you are not the rescuer.  Media, society, movies, and the world have deafened you with their shouts of “You are the answer; you’ve had the answer in yourself all along!!”  Has this worked out for you? C.S. Lewis said it quite astutely when he said “God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: Pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” God is saying “ENOUGH!!”

You are not
Hope.

Your children are not your hope.  Your religion is not your hope.  Your money is not your hope.  None of these things will rescue you.  Don’t do the easy thing and give up, this changes nothing.  Place your confidence where it belongs, in God.  He’s stronger, faster, bigger, and more immensely powerful than your suffering.  It simply makes no sense to put your hope anywhere else. 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Children of the Revolution



Imagine, if you will, two scenarios.  In one scenario you have however many children you want (if that’s none, well, this may be a tough lesson to process) and that they are still newborns.  They are precious, small, chunky, beautiful, and healthy.  They are untainted by the world, embracing no insecurity, no pain, no suffering, and no broken hearts.  You want to keep them there forever.  You do whatever it takes.  You may homeschool, keep them from watching TV, keep them away from crazy relatives, and change your own language.  You will create this bubble to keep them safe, and innocent.  They are for all intents and purposes...perfect.  And your heart smokes with raging fire that will burn anything that attempts to rob your children of their perfection.  But, you know it’s coming...the day they get hurt.  You know that your love cannot keep them from doing what humans do, making poor decisions.  You know no matter how perfectly you raised them, they will end up screwing up.  They will end up insecure, hurt, and broken. Their hearts will be mangled, ugly, lost, and in need of immense repair.

Perfection
lost.

In this same scenario your fire raging heart beckons you to do something drastic.  You know that if given the opportunity you would take all the pain, the ugliness, and the loss of innocence upon yourself so that your child’s heart never, ever becomes broken or destroyed.  You chose to sacrifice your life for their heart.

Now for the second scenario.  Everything about your children is the same as the previous situation, except one of your children is still a newborn, untainted.  This untainted child, however, is an infant prodigy.  This prodigy knows how your other children will turn out.  This infant also knows you would take their place if you could, so this infant offers themself instead.  After much deliberation and intense heartache you agree.

This is God.  He did this.  He, in the most wonderful mysterious act of love chose to be the parent, and the child who sacrificed themselves.  Imagine this and it will blow your mind.  He gave up His son!  For all of the other children!  A perfect God chose to become human flesh, so that your heart could be restored.  He is equally sacrificing parent, and sacrificing parent!  He is the ultimate sacrifice, because he never loses his perfection. His raging heart, smoking with love traded places with you so that your heart could be restored, healed, and made perfect. 

Suffering is guaranteed.  Every human child was considered in His choice.  Even Stalin, Hitler, Dahmer, Osama and Obama (for the hardcore haters) were considered.  He, like you a loving parent couldn’t let our hearts stay this way forever.  He took our place. 

Is
this
love?

Any parent can see, without a doubt it is.  A revolution is available.  He paid for it.  Receive it.  And find hope.  Find a drastically new mind.  Find God.  Find you.