Rules and Discernment

Do rules weaken an individual's ability to use discernment?


I asked this question of myself while driving in Denver's late afternoon city traffic. I realized somewhere along the busy familiar way that it didn't take hardly any mental engagement on my part to arrive safely at my destination. I thought back to my experience in other countries (particularly Mexico) where the laws of traffic are significantly different (and in most cases looser). I remember having to be more alert in order to survive the overwhelmingly hectic traffic. Not to say that there are no traffic laws where I was in Mexico, they just hold to a different standard of following those rules. Traffic laws are mostly suggestions there.

I need to insert this little disclaimer here:
I don't have anything against rules really. I understand the reasoning behind them and I value them (maybe more than I ought to at times). I cling to Romans 8:1-4 in my interpretation of "law" (this passage is one of MANY which I could reference here).

"There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus. For the law of the Spirit of life has set you free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death. For God has done what the law, weakened by the flesh, could not do. By sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh and for sin, he condemned sin in the flesh, in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not according to the flesh but according to the Spirit."

So I know the law is weak. It can't stand alone. Nor should it. Not now.
Not in the age of the Spirit.
How then does this change how I approach the law?

Tightly Tucked

I wish there were someone to tuck me in at night. Do you remember the warm safety of having your blankets tucked tightly around you each night? You didn't want to move for fear that they would come untucked. 

I'm laying here on my way to sleep, thinking about how different physical rest is from all the other types of rest.
When I am tucked in in life, I find it feels the opposite of safe and lovely. I find myself kicking at the sheets, trying to gain my "freedom" from it's tight security. 

How little I know of trust.
How little of surrender.   

Responsibility

For the last week I have been on the fast track to buying my own house in the 80205 zip code (the place in downtown Denver to which my heart has strongly been tied). This has been an incredible journey for me already.

Day 1: Talk to a Mortgage consultant and get pre-approval on a massive loan
Day 2: Convince yourself that financial you just aren't ready
Day 3: Sit down with the numbers to prove that you aren't ready and walk away with the reality that you very well CAN afford it
Day 4: Arrange to go see houses with Realtor
Day 5: Try not to think about it. Stress is building
Day 6: On the way to go see houses, extenuating circumstances cause you to cancel the appointment
Day 7: Wake up thinking you've made up your mind
unsettled=bad so that's it. Try not to give it another thought
Day 7 1/2: Start thinking about the ministry with your (at this point) imaginary neighbors and decide that you should indeed give it another thought

Which brings us to today.
Day 8: I'm thinking wait.



I wrote this in an email to my sister today.

"I don't know if I want to continue with the search right now.
I don't know if I'm ready to be so responsible.

I'm learning that the adverbial form of the word responsible must exist in relation to my choices before the adjectival form can be used to describe me...I feel like the responsible choice would be to wait- to save for another year and take out a car loan during that time to build on my debt history (of which I currently have none- which is a silly thing to be punished for). The other side of the argument says, "what better way to be responsible than to make a large purchase for which you ARE responsible?"

Following?
I have grammatical arguments like this all the time in my head. Confusing. I know."

But the grammatical argument holds no weight in the decision that faces me still.

“The mind of man plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps” -Proverbs 16:9

Day 8 1/2: I'm thinking I want to buy a house...

Overlap: temporal meets eternal

It still amazes me how much influence my worldview has on my thinking (yes I understand that this is innate to a worldview). Information goes in one ear, through the lens of my worldview, and then on to my brain where it is processed and filed accordingly (I have a very detailed mental filing system). :o)

Today I was in a community collaboration meeting and someone said something that I found to be so spiritually simple and yet profound.

"It's not about doing more activities but changing minds."

Now of course, she wasn't speaking in ANY way about spiritual things- in fact, while I believe strongly in the pursuit of community involvement, I know that is temporal work. She was simply pointing out that action (including talking and planning) is worthless if it stands alone- apart from a change in the belief that has for so long, driven the wrong kind of action.

This looks to me like a similar (almost mirrored image) of what Scripture says about faith and works in James 2

"What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, 'Go in peace, be warmed and filled,' without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead." (14-17)

The world gets it too. They know that actions apart from the driving belief is worthless. So also, Christians, your faith - the belief that drives you- is worthless apart from action. So go act on your faith remembering all the while that it is the Lord who counts your actions as righteousness. It's His work not yours that matters. Read the rest of James 2 and you'll see it. "You see that faith was active along with his works, and faith was completed by his works;"

Thoughts I had today...

I just had such a beautiful today so I felt the need to make note of it on "Adventure # Next". I shared this little morning story with Facebook already but I feel the need to memorialize it here on the blog as well. This post is far less serious than the others I have written. My week has been full of adventure though and what better place to record adventure than here?

So, I woke up this morning still feeling the severe aches of Tuesday's workout. Seriously. Is that healthy? Wow. Not the point. So I woke up and to say the least was not thrilled about the fact that it was time to get ready for the 7:45 staff meeting which is 45 min away from home. Again, not the point.

I happened to catch a glimpse of light that had found its way through my upturned vertical blinds, through the blackout pull down shade and around the corners of my dark brown and black striped curtains. Amazing. All it takes is one little crack. So, I decided that if the rising sun’s light were truly brilliant enough to find its way through all the barriers I had placed so confidently to keep it out then it certainly deserved my attention. So I bounded out of bed and rushed to the window, hence removing the not-so-tightly placed window coverings and revealing a not-at-all-disappointing sunrise. It was in fact quite breath taking. After my eyes adjusted to the bright light I took this picture for you to enjoy. Enjoy.



So then there was my work day. What a wonderful day it was. Quite a feat for me (not "feat." with a period that stands for “featuring” when following an artist’s name in a song title- thanks Jilly). A real big time career accomplishment. The success of the first of hopefully many Cole Community Service Provider gatherings. A well organized and executed luncheon. It was delightful. Utterly reassuring to know that all the hours of planning played out perfectly and that 30 organizations walked away with new knowledge and networks for greater community success.


After a long and refreshing work day, I spent some time driving around, running errands in the early evening time. Perfect relaxation. Driving in the car, listening to wonderful music. I looked up in the sky to find the fingernail clipping in the sky (otherwise known as the waxing moon crescent) situated in such a way that I thought about Freshman year Physical Science at BJ when Dr. Matzko asked me if I was stupid for my wrong answer about the moon. Made me laugh. I was never offended by it either. I found it sincerely entertaining. :o)

"And today was a day just like any other..."

The Emotional Narcoleptic

This is one of those, "so I had a random thought" kind of blogs.

Yesterday I found out that a friend of mine is narcoleptic. While I'm sure we all had a good laugh over narcoleptic Enrico Pollini (played by Rowan Atkinson) in Rat Race I'm thinking it's not so funny in real life. Pretty serious actually.

In college I used to thrive on those late night cram sessions to complete a last minute assignment.
I remember my last semester of college- that 20 page paper that was due.
The one I started the week of and wrote 10 pages of the night before.
Ya, that night of 3 Starbucks double shots in a two hour span.
I forced my body to come up with the energy needed to finish that paper (and get a pretty darn good grade on it too).
My narcoleptic friend can't do that.

That was all just a side note. The thought started when she told me that her body has a built in prevention for over stressing. It just shuts down.

"Funny," I thought, "I kind of have an emotional switch like that."

I've never really thought of it like that before but it's true. It's almost as if emotionally I get to a certain point and then it just shuts off- goes to sleep until the situation has reached a more manageable level of emotional involvement. Accept it never happens with what we would view as positive emotions. I am fully capable of experiencing extreme amounts of happiness without my emotional narcolepsy kicking in. It only kicks in when something makes me sad.

I wonder,
Is there any way to keep it from turning off?
What would happen if I were able to let myself feel the depths of sorrow?
To be honest, I don't even know what they look like...

My unchanging God in my ever changing world

The blog you are about to read has been recycled from my written journal dated 7/8/09.

I was in the middle of enjoying an exceedingly delicious steak yesterday when it got me thinking, “What a great God who would let me enjoy such a good gift as this.” :o) That was the start. Then I was thinking of how God has made me dependant on consuming food. He could have created me to be self sufficient but He, in His great kindness, made me need food AND be able to enjoy it.
And so the analogy begins. God could have made me spiritually self sufficient but He has ordained progressive sanctification by means of the Bread of Life. The Bible must be my daily food. Must be consumed for life, and that takes work on my part.

Side note: so, I (the 1/10/10 me) disagree with myself (the 7/8/09 me) here. It takes work on my part? Really? Since when was any good thing inside me, or done by me ever the result of my work?
Galatians 3:3 “Are you so foolish? Having begun by the Spirit, are you now being perfected by the flesh?”

But the work isn’t like the feeding of animals who don’t enjoy it. It is MUCH different for image bearers. It is my reward also.
So last night after hours of meditation on food and The Word and food in the coming Kingdom, I was hungry (and I don’t mean for another steak). I sincerely desired the Word and when I ate some, it only made the longing stronger! I even read about food. :o)

I stared here in Isaiah 1:16-20.

“Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes; cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, correct oppression; bring justice to the fatherless, plead the widow's cause. "Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool. If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be eaten by the sword; for the mouth of the LORD has spoken."

The Lord calls for repentance. He says “If you consent and obey, you will eat the best of the land” vs 19
The reward = food, eating

Isaiah 3:1 begins with the negative- famine because of rebellion
Vs 10 again is the reward given in food and eating for the righteous

Isaiah 5:11-12

“Woe to those who rise early in the morning, that they may run after strong drink, who tarry late into the evening as wine inflames them! They have lyre and harp, tambourine and flute and wine at their feasts, but they do not regard the deeds of the LORD, or see the work of his hands."

This is different because the woe is not due to visible action here. God says “woe” to the ones who have wine WITHOUT acknowledging the deeds of the Lord (I dare say this passage is not referring just to substances but to any doing or using without the acknowledgement of God). The one who provided the gift. It goes deeper here- to the heart’s response (all this is punished by famine and drought).

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I came across this a few days ago (exactly 6 months later- 1/8/10) and was stunned by the change that has taken place in my heart from that day to today. Oh how I wanted it then! I can’t say that I have ANY idea when the change began but I’ve been in a funk as my dear friend Jill would call it and I’ve been there for a few weeks (it feels so much longer than that). A spiritual desert of sorts.

As of late I have been wrestling with the fact that I don’t feel motivated to pursue Christ. I’m learning to not hate verbalizing the truth that shows my weakness. Oh how I hate being weak! Even with the knowledge that weakness is good and allows for great amounts of grace to be worked out in my life, I can’t help but feel entirely uncomfortable there. It’s funny, I really don’t experience being uncomfortable all that often so it’s even more of a foreign concept to me and I simply dislike it.
Back to the point- I’m struggling with motivation that actually produces action. So I read this quote the other day.

“…there are two ways to run from God- rebellion and religion, and only one way to live in him- in a relationship of affection.” ~Wayne Jacobsen

I’m realizing that I’m still running from God. No, it doesn’t look like it used to, all polished up with a bow on top and a name tag that said “Religion”. Now it’s just ugly. It’s just rebellion. I see what I’m supposed to be doing and I walk away. I went from Isaiah 5 to Isaiah 1 but they’re both just running.

It’s not that I haven’t had my spurts of affection. I had a few each day.
It’s not that I have zero desire for the Lord. Not by any means. It's been there all along.
It’s just a self focused, dessert dwelling sort of time in life when I don’t SEE the Lord and I feel like I'm fading.
I’m praising Him for faith in spite of it though. The fact that I still believe He is here – right now in my time of suffering- THAT is faith and HE gives faith.
Faith makes me believe that my suffering has a purpose and so I am learning to embrace that suffering for the sake of what I will gain of my Christ.


David told me tonight that the work of Christ on my behalf to count me as righteous before the Father is only part of the equation. While that ought to motivate me it is only half of the picture. The other half is the work of the Spirit in my life to produce the action.
:o) < That right there is the representation of the first internal smile when it comes to this little journey that I have felt in a few weeks. It is followed by a sigh of relief.
:o) *sigh* (and another)

"Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation."
The Lord is at work.
Aslan in on the move.
"Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God."
I wanted the Word again today.
I wanted it and the Spirit took me there and let me drink.