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THE TERRIBLE, BEAUTIFUL WASTE

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I kicked a gas pump last week and shouted a word I hardly ever use. The gas pump gave me 1-2 gallons of gas and then shut down, and I had to cancel the transaction and start the process all over again. And then I took my car through the car wash, which trapped it between its brushes and took small chips of paint hostage. And then I waited for two hours while the clerk waited on everyone else before he could file my incident report. What a waste!

We don’t like waste and we go to great lengths in this country to conserve and compress and dispose of our waste wisely.

I’m not writing about plastic bottles and gas-guzzling cars. I’m writing about a deeper waste that we all feel somewhere in our stories.

  •  There is the waste of a marriage – whether it be two years or twenty – that ends with words of heart shattering squander: “We’ve been together all this time and have nothing to show for it,” or “I never loved you. I just wanted to get away from you.” The judge validates the waste by proclaiming the marriage is irretrievably broken – wasted. There’s even the intact marriage where there is no trust, no friendship, no connection or communion. A waste of a marriage.
  • I’m sure you know the waste of painful relationship – a relationship that you’ve trusted, poured your heart into, and relied on; until one day for no reason, good, or bad reasons, the relationship withers away like droplets of water poured into the desert.
  • There is nothing like the pain of seeing our children seemingly throw their lives to the wind. We’ve prayed for them, nurtured their gifts, and anticipated deepening relationships; and then substance abuse, mental illness, bad choices, a cancer diagnosis, not meant for a child, makes us shake our heads at the inexplicable waste.
  • I have friend who started a booming business before the crash of 2008. He travelled the world and accumulated successes until the locusts of failure and bankruptcy ate everything. He sat in the ruins of the waste, certain he could never show his face to people again.
  • I think often about those bright and shiny gifted people we put on pedestals who fall into waste. We shake our heads at their wasted giftedness, and quickly pull all their books and sermons from the shelves, so we don’t have to be reminded that believing in them was a waste.
  • I have another friend who was sexually abused by her pastor for ten years – trapped in the cycle of shame, despair, and hopelessness. A lot goes to waste in ten years.
  • I listen (for only a few minutes) to the political candidates, turn off the television, and think, “Really, is this the best the most powerful nation on earth can do. What a waste!”
  • Of course, I feel most deeply my own waste – waste of money, relationships, time, grace – in the black hole of addiction.

I suspect your own stories are flooding your brain with painful memories you’ve tried to forget, cover, and compensate for by trying harder, doing better, making it count.

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It’s not that we have so little time but that we lose so much . . . The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.
-Seneca, On the Shortness of Life

The Terrible Waste

Most of us store this waste up like we might need it someday. We become exhausted holding down the pain, keeping in the toxins, and building up resistance to ever being vulnerable to feel wasted again. Because of my recent brush with acute renal failure, I’ve learned a little about what happens when you hold on to waste. When our kidneys fail to filter waste from our blood sufficiently we are at risk for:

  •  toxic exposure to environmental pollutants
  • acute and chronic disease
  • severe thirst
  • trauma

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If you take a teaspoon of salt, stir it into a glass of water, and take a sip of the water from the glass – Ich! The water is too salty to drink. If you take a teaspoon of salt and stir it into a lake, then take a glass of water from the lake and take a sip of water from the glass, the salt is completely dissolved in the vastness of the lake.
-Linda Graham, The Power to Heal Toxic Shame

The Beautiful Waste

The Bible is filled with strange stories, and there are two stories about waste that are compelling, and yet, so foreign to our natural tendencies to not waste, to hide waste, and to be ashamed of waste.

One story is in the Old Testament. David, the pride of Israel who led armies to slay thousands of enemies is on the run – hiding in dark caves, paranoid about his enemies, and plotting to become great again. He had lost so much – the pride of his countrymen, his integrity, and his family. I think maybe he was feeling the parched waste of a life when he said to his raggedy band of soldiers, “Oh, that one would give a drink of the water of Bethlehem . . .” I think David was thinking of his hometown, of a time of innocence, of a tenacious faith that fueled him to fight wild beasts and slay a giant. Maybe he was remembering that unfathomable day when the prophet Samuel showed up to anoint the next king of the nation. After surveying all of Jesse’s fine, qualified sons, he asked, “Are all your sons here?” You can almost hear Jesse scoff, “There remains yet the youngest, but he is just a shepherd.” To everyone’s surprise Samuel looked at this handsome young man with beautiful eyes and said the words no one expected, least of all David, “Arise, anoint him, for this is he.”

David’s soldiers weren’t thinking metaphorically, and so they risked their lives to sneak through enemy lines to bring a pitcher of water to David from the well in Bethlehem. I imagine their anticipation of his delight and satisfied quenched thirst; but this is where the story gets strange.

David refused to drink; instead, he poured it out to the Lord.
-1 Chronicles 11:18

Can you imagine all that stirred in the hearts of his soldiers – confusion, anger, hopelessness. What a waste.

The Waste of Strange Women

This story might become obscure if not for some stories in the New Testament about strange women. All of them pour their tears or expensive perfume to wash the feet of Jesus. One woman, who crashed the Pharisee’s dinner party, used her tears (she must have been weeping like I do when I watch one of those emotional episodes of Grey’s Anatomy) and expensive perfume (perhaps the proceeds of her prostitution) to wash Jesus’ feet. The outraged hosts of the party wondered what she was even doing there, and then in seeing her action, they exclaimed, “What a waste!”

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Do you see this woman? I came to your home; you provided no water for my feet, but she rained tears on my feet and dried them with her hair. You gave me no greeting, but from the time I arrived she hasn’t quit kissing my feet. You provided nothing . . . but she has soothed my feet with perfume. She has done a beautiful thing!
– Matthew 26:6-10

Waste and Worship

Waste strangely can be a path to life. The source of hope for our desire to love and be loved; to have mutual, authentic relationships; to find meaning in this disintegrating world is is to let go (pour it all out) and let God transform what seems like waste into worship.

The only ones who can accept the path of Jesus are those who have nothing to protect, not their own self-image or their reputation, their possessions, their theology, their principles of their certitude.
– Richard Rohr, Simplicity: The Freedom of Letting Go

How do we “pour out” all that has seemed like such a waste? I am grateful to the storyteller, Rod Bell, for his thoughts on these stories in “What to do With Waste.” He suggests a ritual or a ceremony where we pour out something to symbolize that we are not holding that waste within us any more. I love that idea, and I’m thinking of all the pouring I need to do.

I am also thinking of a daily ritual – when my heart and mind swirl with anger, fear, doubt (and a desire to kick a gas pump) – that I need a moment (okay, many moments) of saying, “I surrender. I’m pouring, laying, throwing this at your feet.”

And He calls that beautiful.

Of course He does, because in that seemingly greatest waste of history when the God of Glory became the King of our waste. He knew all that waste would be so painful. He prayed to His Father, “If there’s anyway this cup can be taken from me, please take it.” He knew all that He was to pour out. He hung stripped and naked to that tree pouring out His tears, sweat, and even blood. I imagine all those droplets falling into the dry earth. I suspect His followers who peered out from their hiding places, and especially His mother who saw her child – who could out-think and out-talk religious scholars grow into a man who healed the sick, fed the hungry, and encouraged the desperate – she must have agonized, “What a waste.”

It was not until all our waste was poured out through Him, that He said, “It is finished.” He died, and those strange women sat vigil at his tomb surely wondering what was happening in this seemingly God-damned world. They looked like lonely, foolish women who had squandered their outpourings on the wrong man.

But then . . . but then the earth reeled and rocked as the stone fell from the tomb’s opening. An angel  – a messenger of Good News – said, “Go tell everyone that He is risen from the dead.” They went to find Jesus, and once again covered his feet with their tears . . . and worshipped Him.

Maybe the best we can do is to take all those confusing, painful stories of such prodigal waste and not try harder, do better, or never let anything slip from our grasp – but to limp Home with dusty feet and all our losses and hand them to Him, saying, “Here. They are all yours.” Despite our fiercest attempts at conservation, we don’t eliminate the waste, God does.

As Rich Mullins sang, “Surender don’t come natural to me . . . .”  I tend to take surrendered things back, and so if you hear me muttering, “Here,” a lot, you’ll know why.

“I am already being poured out as a drink offering.” 2 Timothy 4:6

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WHY ME? WHY AM I STILL SINGLE? RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS

R3_LOGOThe next videocast is about one of the most confusing, painful realities that I face and hear about from others. Singleness.

It taunts you in a house full of people. It greets you at the end of a day, after you’ve done everything you’re supposed to do. It walks with you through the aisles of the grocery store. It sits with you in church. It will join you at the table for Thanksgiving dinner. It has been waiting for me when I have stepped off airplanes in the some of the most interesting cities in the world. It has wrapped itself around my heart and mind after I have finished speaking, sharing intimate details about my life. It’s there on amazing days. It is a constant companion during challenging days. I have willed it to go away, but it returns, proving it is stronger than my will. I have tried to numb myself to it with food, alcohol, shopping, work, and people-pleasing – only to find that it is strengthened by my attempted to escape. I have prayed for it to go away, and it becomes part of my prayer.

The unique loneliness of being single.

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The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage.
-Germaine Greer, The Madwoman’s Underclothes

For the first time in America’s history, there are more single adults than married adults, and so I know that there are a lot of people asking this question – “What wrong with me? If I’m so great, why am I still single?”

Holly Stratton and I talk about singleness in this videocast. I’d love to hear what you think.
What’s Wrong With Me if I’m Still Single – https://youtu.be/Kn1t7l8brWo

I had an unique encounter with marriage and singleness last week in the most unlikely place – the hospital. Due to complications from illness, I spent a week in the hospital with some scary moments. Because we live in a privileged country and because of HIPPA rules and regulations, most hospital rooms are single rooms. As I was being wheeled up to my room, I anticipated the almost hotel-like quality of the room, complete with room-service and cable. I was surprised to find myself wheeled into a room with another patient – only a few feet from my bed with a 60-inch panel of thin cloth separating us.

My roommate was eighty-year-old Vianetta. I could hear everything she said – from the details of her illness to her speaking commands into her phone: “Google, play my music!” Vianetta’s husband came every day – morning, noon, and night. He would greet her and then say, ““Oh, I don’t think you’re going home today. You don’t look better.” She would quickly rebuff his observations and then start to tell him what she needed: “Move my tray over there, take home those two chicken fingers for lunch, get me some coffee, ice chips, the paper with my crossword puzzle. Now you go home.” About an hour later he would call her, and she would answer, “Why don’t you come on over, and bring me a milk shake.” In one more tender moment, she sighed and said, “I have to get a bath as soon as I get home,” and he kindly answered, “We’ll take care of that on Saturday.”

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Love makes your soul crawl out from it’s hiding place.
-Zora Neal Hurston, I Love Myself When I am Laughing . . . and Then Again

Their intimate, intertwined lives made my singleness look harsh and grim in the light and warmth of their interdependence. In a moment of self-pity I cried, “I want someone to move my tray and get me ice chips.” In an instant I heard my companion that is more intimate and intertwined with my life than a human could ever be. I heard Jesus say, “Sharon, don’t you see why you are here – in this room? I am giving you a picture of how intimately I know you, and I am trying to get your attention, to take care of you, to plead with you to take care of yourself – my Bride, who I loved before you even knew what love was.”

Singleness is hard. Marriage is hard. Not having children is painful. Having children brings more pain than we can possibly anticipate. But marriage and children are not the pinnacle of arrival into the good life. These flesh and blood relationships seem so real that it is easy to forget that they are merely signs foreshadowing the substance of what we were really made for.

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All these things are mere shadows cast before what is to come –
the substance is Christ.
Colossians 2:17

When I was pregnant with my daughter, Kristin, the doctor called for an ultrasound. As I lay in the doctor’s office and gazed at the shadowy image on the monitor, I was in awe and wonderment at who I saw. I could not believe that this living, breathing human being with fingernails was growing inside of me! If I understand it right, an ultrasound is a fancy echo. When it’s sonic waves hit something solid, something real, they are reflected back to a sensor that creates the image we see on the screen.

Our experiences in human relationships are like an ultrasound echo. They often hit and reflect something real – longing at a cellular level to love and be loved for the pure joy of love. Wonderful marriages and beautiful children or painful singleness and barren childlessness are echoes returning to us from the solid, true, intimate realities God intends for us to experience in relationship with Him. He is the More we’re looking for.

How silly and sad it would have been if I had held on to the picture of Kristin’s ultrasound and treated it as if it were the real thing. I could have gone on and on about this incredible picture and showed it to everyone for years. When the labor pains came, I could have refused to go to the hospital because I already had the picture. But once Kristin came into the world, I didn’t even think about the picture. It’s place on the refrigerator was crowded out with other pictures of the substance of living.

When you are lonely, are you willing to believe that your loneliness is intended to remind you of a lonely God who wanders through the garden asking, “Where are you?”

When you feel shame because of your failure in relationships, will you let it lead you to the One who allows failure – not so we can hide but so He can be our covering?

When all of the yearnings and desires for relationship rise up within you, are you willing to let those longings lead you to the Author of desire?

When we miss all that we long for in relationships, the terrible beautiful ache that we feel comes from the hands of a Designer who longs for relationship with us more than we can possibly imagine. He is committed to relationship with us above anything else. His entire story is about His design for relationship with us. This is the original purpose of our life. The terrible beautiful ache is an echo of a relationship that God is actively forming with us in the midst of human relational difficulties.

In fact, those of us who are single or in painful relationships just might long for a divine relationship more than those who get to stop along the journey and enjoy “the pictures.”

The One we long for is Jesus.
Human relationships were intended to nurture our deepest longing for Him.
Human relationships are merely an echo of what is to come.

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Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding Something to live for, great enough to die for.
Dag Hammarskjold, Markings

“Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the hope of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:25-26

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BETRAYAL – RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS

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This is the next videocast in the Radically Redemptive Relationships series. We talk about betrayal, but the truth is that we can’t put words to it.  We were made to never be betrayed, and so we don’t manage it well. We rage at God, we hurt others, and ourselves.  Betrayal is the exact opposite of what we were created to do, “Love God and our neighbors as we love ourselves.”

I just got out of the hospital today, after being there since Tuesday (which is 3 months in hospital time).  Nothing happen quickly there. My body betrayed me as I became severely dehydrated after a bout with the flu and ended up putting a lot of significant organs at risk. Such a little thing – a few days of vomiting, and my body betrayed me. But really, I betrayed it. That’s the way it is with most of us – when the pain, confusion, and woundedness becomes unbearable, we answer betrayal with betrayal. As my friend Erik Guzman writes in his new book, Abusing Alcohol . . . and Grace:”

“True spirituality is simply desperation. We are all desperate to experience the transcendent, and when we don’t find that experience in dirt-under-our-fingernails reality, we look for it elsewhere.”

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We are so bad a managing betrayal that we cannot see that we are the greatest betrayers of all. When I fib a little, don’t respond to a friend’s need, don’t give my children “space,” or gossip about the latest evangelical leader who has fallen from grace – I am the betrayer.When I cry out for justice or to not be hurt so much, I have to remember the line from that old song:

Justice is a barren place, and I’m a traitor-friend.

I often write and think about that darkest moment in history when Jesus was betrayed by everyone, and yet for the joy (me) set before Him he experienced inexplicable betrayal, leaving Him, as Frederich Buechner writes, “the God with the cauliflower ear and split lip” who exchanged His life with Barrabbas (a guilty man) because of what he wanted for me.

It is inexplicable to me that in the pain of betrayal He was thinking of what he wanted for me. On that cross, He whispered,

No condemnation,
I thirst for you.
It is finished.
Come home.

So today if you are feeling the heartache of betrayal or you feel the shame of being the betrayal, I hope this will encourage you:
Betrayal – When Nothing Makes Sense – https://youtu.be/hFoDB_aBjZY

And then listen to the words of Steffany Gretzinger in her song, “Come out of Hiding,”

“I loved you before you knew it was love
And I saw it all, still I chose the cross
And you were the one that i was thinking of
When I rose from the grave . . . .

That lyric!  I’d never thought of that before . . . that He wasn’t just thinking of me when He died, He was thinking of me when He arose again! It clear that God never indended any of us to be known as alcoholics, addicts, divorced, really good, poor, liars, really rich, sinner, or saint. He arose from the dead to say, “Sharon, for all of your life I only see who you have become in Christ – beloved.”

Although we weren’t made for betrayal, God is. Listen for His promise and plea today,

No need to be frightened
By intimacy, No just throw out your fear
And come running to me . . .

And all that hindered love will become part of  the story.”

A good story. Because God only writes good stories and He’s the One who knows what to do with betrayal.

We have all betrayed the glory of God.” (Romans 3:23)

 

 

 

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MARRIED TO THE ULTIMATE MAN – RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS

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Today we show the videocast you’ve all been waiting for.  Holly shares that she is married to the best man (and I know him and he seems pretty great), but that still isn’t good enough.

When I was in middle school I wrote an essay called, “Mr. Right.” I described my dream man as a combination of Robert Redford, Howard Hughes and Bruce Jenner.  Don’t know how I can up with that!

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When I wrote those lines, I was surrendered to a story of a romance that would sweep me off my feet.  There is nothing like the papercuts in marriage, the violence of not speaking to each other even though you’re married, and the heart-shattering news of discovering that you’re just part of the statistics – that marriage fails, or at the very least fizzles.

I hope that you listen to this conversation – whether you’re married or not.  You know, God told us from the beginning that it was His desire to make us into the image of dear Son.  How did we think that would happen? Well, as my pastor said in the best sermon on marriage I’ve ever heard, “Marriage is pretty sneaking way to get crucified.” (Peter Hiett)

That makes this the perfect topic for the week of Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. This is the perfect week to fall in love with the Ultimate Man. The first Adam. The One who is the Way, Truth, and Life. The one who hung stripped and naked to a tree for the love of us, and He says, “You are bone of my bone.  Flesh of my flesh. I will never be unfaithful to you. I will never divorce you.”

My favorite quotation about marriage is that, “We all marry the wrong people. We all marry the person we, at times, end up wanting to cut into little pieces and put in the freezer. That’s because we marry for salvation love, and salvation never comes from the side. It only comes from above.” (Gina Bria)

I invite you to listen to our conversation at: Married to the Best and He Still Ain’t Good Enough – https://youtu.be/5TSSzspurDg.

And while you do, consider these words from Sebastian Moore, “”Only to your lover do you expose your worst. Understanding the Gospel results in the most generous, secure, adventurous expression of the human heart. It risks the certainty of being acceptable and accepted.”

So how is your romance going with the Lover of your soul? I believe that marriage is a shadow that points to the substance. Jesus says that we are His bride, and that He longs to enter us, implant the seed of His word, so that we might bear fruit. Marriage is just a reference point – a pretty powerful one.  Probably the most powerful one – to the Gospel.

May His inexplicable love for us – the ones with the raggedy faith, or the perfect marriage, or no marriage – no prospects – may His love make us Easter men and women.

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“I am my beloved’s and my beloved’s is mine.” Song of Songs 6:3

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R3_LOGOToday is our fifth videocast in our series about Radically Redemptive Relationships.  There is probably no other area in life where we experience more pain, hope, heartache, and desire . . . and I think God intended it to be that way. My prayer is that we will not be afraid to look a little crazy in love with them this week.  How else will they know that Jesus is wilder than they can imagine, and He loves them more than we can imagine.

Today my children are 28 and 29. My son, who from the age of 2, let me know he was only going to wear cowboy boots and denim shorts is a lawyer (he’s had to change his dress code), and that’s something to be proud about. But I love him for who he is – he is funny, he is courageous, he is the most honest person I know, and he introduces me to all the great movies and music I would never know about without him.

My daughter is 29 and the head of marketing for a really yummy product that’s called barkTHINS (it’s chocolate that’s good for you and we have a few hundred packages of it, if you want a sample!). She is going to change the world. I just know it. She is passionate, brave, humble, and can recognize a good sale a mile away.

It’s been hard for me to learn that these two people are not mine. They were magnificent loans – for a season. Today they are God’s. All His. And if that makes you sad, because your children feel like they are all yours with their constant demand for your attention, take heart. There will come a day when the words of the ancient King Jehoshaphat’s words will bring peace to your soul. He was “parenting” a group of bedraggled, confused, scared people (our children get that way sometimes, but mostly we do!) He saw the enemy approaching and said what every parent I know has said at one time: “This enemy is greater than we are, and we don’t know what to do.”

In 2 Chronicles he shares what God told him in that dark night of the soul – you know when you wake up at 2:00 in the morning and just know there’s something “off” with your child.  He heard from God, “Don’t be afraid or discouraged. This battle is not your’s.  It’s mine.” 

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Nobody tells you that the most terrifying battles of parenthood are nothing when they are learning to sleep through the night or to do their homework. Those are battles, but they pale in compare to battles about life choices and struggles that can last a lifetime. I remind myself when I gather my sanity that, “These children are not mine. They are His.”

I will leave you with this prayer from Walter Bruggeman as you watch the videocast at: https://youtu.be/thiRB6EjKVc.

I am a parent dear Lord,
I ask nothing from you for me.
I pray only that in your mercy
you would grant my children their needs.
May their lives be long and healthy.
May they achieve all their dreams.
May they always live in a world that is free.
May they be who they were born to be.
And may they know to their last days
that they were deeply loved by me.
Amen

 

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WHAT IF KYLE WERE ONE OF US? 4 THINGS WE MUST KNOW ABOUT MENTAL ILLNESS

12697466_569333873231958_3591638956668564421_o“I . . um . . . I’m pretty sure . . . that I will never be loved.” Kyle told me those words about nine years ago when he began to see me after just being recently diagnosed with schizophrenia. It wasn’t the illness that Kyle blamed for being unworthy of love – it was the terrible, cruel things this illness told him.
* You’ve never really belonged.
* Your life is meaningless.
* You cannot trust anyone.
* You can’t trust yourself.
* You can’t trust God.
* You’ve sinned and hurt people, and you are unforgivable.

I have no idea about the other voices Kyle battled daily. They became so loud, he couldn’t work, take care of himself, take care of his dog, or trust his family.

According to a recent survey by USA Today:

More than half a million Americans with serious mental illness are falling through the cracks of a system in tatters. The mentally ill who have nowhere to go and find little sympathy from those around them often land hard in emergency rooms, county jails and city streets. “We have replaced the hospital bed with the jail cell, the homeless shelter and the coffin,” says Rep. Tim Murphy, R-Pa., a child psychologist leading an effort to remodel the mental health system. “How is that compassionate?

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Whether it’s the woman, who when she is anxious, scrapes the sides of her fingers until they bleed; or the person who feels the pain of the world so intently, that they see no way for relieve except to self-medicate with drugs and alcohol; or the person with bottles of prescription promises or holistic remedies – we are all broken. (By the way, that woman I just described is me.)

My heart and mind were listening and my eyes watching as I began the privilege of knowing this family, who taught me so much – not just about mental illness – but about being human.

1. WE ARE ALL BROKEN. We are all terminal, neurotic, anxious, depressed, frantic, striving, waiting for the next “fix” of approval or achievement people. Physician and author Gerald May writes:

THE SEVERELY ADDICTED PEOPLE HAVE PLAYED OUT, ON AN EXTREME SCALE, A DRAMA THAT ALL HUMAN BEINGS EXPERIENCE MORE SUBTLY AND MORE COVERTLY. -Addiction & Grace

* Have you ever felt like you didn’t belong?
* Do you feel like you are living a purpose-driven life – all the time –   even when you’re waiting in the carpool line trying to imagine what you might fix for dinner?
* Who do you trust completely – body, soul, and spirit – with you?
* Is there a secret that you fear if anyone knew, they would be disgusted by you, at best; and walk away from you completely at worst?

We all suffer from the same condition.  You know your doubts and questions, and you also know the truth of the Scripture, that “we all fall short of the

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glory of God.” Some of us just look more broken than others.

What if Kyle were one of us? Then maybe the next time we pass someone hunkered down on a street corner asking for help, announcing on their cardboard resumes that they “need a miracle,” maybe we’d remember Kyle and that the man or woman is an image- bearer and we’d give a gift card, or a few dollars, or our own warm coats and gloves.

It’s painful to be broken, but it’s somehow easier, when we know – heart and soul – that we are in this together. We have to be.

Singer/songwriter, Andy Gullahorn reminds us that “that guy” who looks more broken than we do, is desperate for grace. St. Francis of Assisi said, “You cannot love the leper without, until you love the leper within.”

Andy merges both thoughts in his song, “That Guy”:

I can love when it’s convenient
But it’s not always convenient
It’s not always the easy road . . .
[That guy] messed up again
Wanted to disappear
But he can’t cause he’s not hard to find
I see him in the mirror
And God loves that guy . . Teach me to love like that.

2. WE ALL NEED HELP. It’s not any easier for the mentally ill to ask for help than it is for those of us not so easily identifiable as needy. Every week my wild child daughter takes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to those in line at the Rescue Mission. I’ve gone with her a few times and am always astounded by the joy that those in desperate need have in receiving that which costs us so little.

What if Kyle were one of us? If you were hiding from family because of paranoia from the illness; if you were hungry; if your body was bruised and bleeding from being mugged the night before; if no place felt safe and no one seemed safe . . . if that were you, what would you want?

I know the need is great, but the reassurance – “that nothing you can do can make me stop loving you,” may find its way between the cracks and get to the wounds, which is where Love gets in. A peanut butter sandwich, new gloves, a tender offer to bind the wounds, and a blanket gently laid over someone sleeping on a heat grate in a covered garage – these things matter. They don’t matter because they turn us into saviors for the mentally ill. They matter because they make us human beings. They matter because Jesus said, “when you feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, provide shelter for the homeless, you do these things for me” (Matthew 25:35). Have you ever pondered that verse? I think it means that Jesus is in that scared kid who hears voices threatening condemnation for eternity; that Jesus is in the woman who has no food for herself or her children and is stuck in a filthy motel with no directions to get out; that Jesus is in the homeless addict who is so numb, he can’t even receive kindness, and so Jesus receives it for him.

Lauren Slater, in her amazing book on treating schizophrenic men, reminds us of something we must not forget.

Wounds, I think, are never confined to a single skin but reach out to rasp us all. -Welcome to My Country

3. WE ARE ALL HOMELESS.  The Apostle Paul describes our pilgrimage:baglady

And so we cry out in frustration . . . we are living in conditions that seem like a stopover in an unfurnished shack, and we’re tired of it! We’ve been given a glimpse of the real thing, our true home . . . God puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we’ll never settle for less. -2 Corinthians 5

What if Kyle were one of us? He’d tell us don’t get too comfortable here – you’re not home yet; don’t build up big barns and fill them with earthly treasure – this isn’t your home; don’t turn away from those of us who can’t make our appearance very palatable; and don’t turn away from your own heart that wanders from addiction to accolade to relationships to accomplishments . . . trying to find home.

I read a story recently about a woman who found a bunch of blankets in the park. They were crusted over with ice and dirt – not adequate shelter from the winter. She gathered all those blankets, washed them, folded them, and returned them to a bench in the park. What if we lived like we’re not home yet, but we are practicing for when we get home, where there will not be a sad face to be found and we will be who we have always been – whole and healed – made to give and receive love.

I don’t begrudge anyone a new home or a nice vacation, but I have the feeling that if we really saw the mentally ill, addicted, homeless people – who are just like us – we might find another purpose than collecting riches. The words of G.K. Chesterton are convicting:

Among the rich you will never find a really generous man even by accident. They may give their money away, but they will never give themselves away; they are egotistic, secretive, dry as old bones. To be smart enough to get all that money you must be dull enough to want it.

And that brings me to the final thing we must know about mental illness. Kyle actually taught me this lesson.

4. WE ALL NEED TO BE KNOWN, FORGIVEN, AND WANTED. Kyle had come to my office for one of his first appointments.  He and his family were just getting their heads and hearts around this cruel diagnosis. Kyle could barely sit still. He tapped his fingers and looked in different corners of the room, not knowing how to control his broken brain. A few minutes into the session, he looked straight into my eyes, and he said, Sharon, are you okay?”

An hour earlier I had received an email from someone I love very much, who out of their own anguish, lashed out at me. I told Kyle, “Actually, I just received a mean email from someone I really love.” Without blinking an eye, he kept his eyes fixed on mine and said, “Love will have the final world.”

I am sad today at the loss of my friend, but I do not suffer as those who have no hope. Mental illness does not have the final word; addiction doesn’t; cancer doesn’t; family and friends don’t; idiotic bureaucracies don’t; even death does not have the final word.

On that terrible afternoon when Kyle could not suffer any more, Jesus had the final word. Quite to the surprise of the medical examiner, there was no blood at the place to which Kyle fell. The medical examiner couldn’t explain it.

Oh, but don’t forget, there is more here than meets the eyes.

I believe that before impact, God took Kyle. I can see him holding Kyle in his arms and gently saying, “You have suffered enough. It’s time to come Home.”

What if Kyle were one of us? Well he is, and he left reminders – that we are all broken, we all need help, our home is not on this earth, and the deepest need of the human heart is to be known, forgiven, and still wanted.

It astounds me that Jesus became one of us. His body was broken in hundreds of places as his blood was shed; He had no place to lay down  His head; but he chose to take all our sin, woundedness, and confusion to the cross where He died the most excruciating death imaginable . . . and then He arose again. In His resurrection, He is telling us something that we cannot miss – that all this pain, loneliness, and heart shattering experiences do not have the final word. May we live as if we believe that, especially in the way that we care for those who are most broken. May we live as if we believe Resurrection is coming, and so we can give a little more, pray more, sacrifice more, bring food, drink, clothing, shelter. We don’t need to hold on to any stuff here.

As the poet Wendell Berry writes, “Practice Resurrection.”

“Jesus said to her, ‘I am the Resurrection and the Life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die.” John 11:25

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STAY SKINNY . . . STAY HUNGRY?


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RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS – FINDING COMMON GROUND FOR THE SAKE  OF LOVE

https://youtu.be/Stay Skinny or Stay Hungry?OMKJOZpYOa8

When my daughter became sick, I could hardly comprehend the reality that she – my wild child, joy of my life – was ill with a disease that kills more young woman, between the ages of 17-23, in our country than any other disease.

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I love this picture of Kristin. It brings back memories of hours of Kristin riding her two-wheel bike, without training wheels, up and down and up and down our front sidewalk for hours, determined to learn to ride her own “big girl” bike. That memory leads to others of Kristin determined to bake cookies, even though her mother couldn’t; of a 14-year-old freshman deciding to smile at every student in her new public high school – determined to make friends; of Kristin training to do a “giant” swing on the uneven bars in gymnastics until her body literally went limp and she had to be carried home; of Kristin going to high school at 6:30 a.m. and not returning until 10:00 p.m. because she was hell-bent on not talking about or even considering the tragic breaking of her childhood home into a million little pieces all around her. This girl has some “stubborn fight” in her.

Kristin went to her “dream school” in San Diego, CA and came home at mid-term her freshman year – having lost 30 pounds, all interest in anything, and even the desire to live. Either way she was living under the banner of emptiness.

Anorexia. Her 101 pounds screamed so loudly that I couldn’t hear what I really knew, “The great preoccupation we have with food and shopping and appearance, in turn, is no less of a genuine focus on hunger – indulging it, understanding it, making decisions about it – than it is a monumental distraction from hunger” (Carolyn Knapp, Appetites). 

I don’t know what was harder – knowing that Kristin was starving, literally to death, or knowing that she was so hungry that she could no longer eat.

During this video cast I get an opportunity to to hear some of my daughter’s story – to bear a little more witness to her own decade-long struggle to escape the “death camp” of eating disorders.

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I know there’s something about food and hunger that pull us to God with a force that is powerful. He told us, “I am the One who made you hungry, so that you would know that man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes out of the mouth of God.

We’re all hungry. The quality of our lives is determined by what we do with that hunger.

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I am beyond grateful to tell you today that my daughter has chosen to stay hungry . . . to use her gifted athletic ability to become strong, to learn to speak Spanish, to champion others who have no advocate, to fight her perpetual anxiety by getting back on that “bike” and riding it until the unanswered questions fade and the one truth she chooses everyday remains, “I choose life.”

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RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS


R3_LOGOThe next videocast in the Radically Redemptive Relationships: 2 Woman Find Common Ground for the Sake of Love is about Scandalous Relationships.

You can watch it at https://youtu.be/ui72Q07ECMY.

HOLLY:SHARON

We all read the headlines:
“8 Church Scandals That May Have Challenged Your Faith;”
“Today it’s Tulian: Will the Scandals Never End;”
“Scandal Rocks biggest Christian Network”
And on, and on, and on.

All these scandals mean something, but I don’t think it’s about how awful Christians are or how hypocrisy is in the church. I think that these scandals are about us. We all suffer from the same condition – we all fall short of the glory of God. You can read my reflections on these scandals: “Inappropriate Relationships,” at:

WHAT IS AN INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP?

One of my favorite authors and speakers is Steve Brown, and we had an interesting discussion about this topic especially for the “pooped- out” pastor. It was one of the most popular programs last year. You can listen to it at: http://www.keylife.org/articles/key-life-pastors-chat-with-sharon-hersh

I hope you listen and read and talk about this with your spouse, fellow church-goers, or other community. And when you’re done, think – I mean really think about these words from author Robert Farrar Capon. You might now agree with every word, but think about it. Maybe the Gospel is, after all, too-good-to-be-true Good News:

In Jesus, God has put up a “Gone Fishing” sign on the religion shop. He has done the whole job in Jesus once and for all and simply invited us to believe it–to trust the bizarre, unprovable proposition that in him, every last person on earth is already home free without a single religious exertion: no fasting till your knees fold, no prayers you have to get right or else, no standing on your head with your right thumb in your left ear and reciting the correct creed–no nothing… The entire show has been set to rights in the Mystery of Christ–even though nobody can see a single improvement. Yes, it’s crazy. And yes, it’s wild, outrageous, and vulgar. And any God who would do such a thing is a God who has no taste. And worst of all, it doesn’t sell worth beans. But it is Good News–the only permanently good news there is–and therefore I find it absolutely captivating.

“In Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male and female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Galatians 3:28

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RADICALLY REDEMPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS

 

R3_LOGOThe next videocast in the Radically Redemptive Relationships: 2 Woman Find Common Ground for the Sake of Love is about Scandalous Relationships.

You can watch it at https://youtu.be/ui72Q07ECMY.

 

We all read the headlines:
“8 Church Scandals That May Have Challenged Your Faith;”
“Today it’s Tulian: Will the Scandals Never End;”
“Scandal Rocks biggest Christian Network”
And on, and on, and on.

All these scandals mean something, but I don’t think it’s about how awful Christians are or how hypocrisy in the church. I think that these scandals are about us. We all suffer from the same condition – we all fall short of the glory of God. You can read my reflections on these scandals: “Inappropriate Relationships,” at:

WHAT IS AN INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP?

One of my favorite authors and speakers is Steve Brown, and we had an interesting discussion about this topic especially for the “pooped out” pastor. It was one of the most popular programs last year. You can listen to it at: http://www.keylife.org/articles/key-life-pastors-chat-with-sharon-hersh

I hope you listen and read and talk about this with your spouse, fellow church-goers, or other community. And when you’re done, think – I mean really think about these words from author Robert Farrar Capon. You might now agree with every word, but think about it. Maybe the Gospel is, after all, too-good-to-be-true Good News:

In Jesus, God has put up a “Gone Fishing” sign on the religion shop. He has done the whole job in Jesus once and for all and simply invited us to believe it–to trust the bizarre, unprovable proposition that in him, every last person on earth is already home free without a single religious exertion: no fasting till your knees fold, no prayers you have to get right or else, no standing on your head with your right thumb in your left ear and reciting the correct creed–no nothing… The entire show has been set to rights in the Mystery of Christ–even though nobody can see a single improvement. Yes, it’s crazy. And yes, it’s wild, outrageous, and vulgar. And any God who would do such a thing is a God who has no taste. And worst of all, it doesn’t sell worth beans. But it is Good News–the only permanently good news there is–and therefore I find it absolutely captivating.

 “In Christ there is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male and female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Galatians 3:28

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