An environment of humility makes pride stick out as it should. Holiness is marked on the citizens of the Kingdom. Against a backdrop of love, selfishness is stripped of all its excuses and shown to be the implosion of a desire that eats you alive. When a life marked by the mind of Christ is the way of a People, sin is exposed as a leech to be crushed by The Heel. It is a deadly thing, but it is also very dull.

I recently picked up C.S. Lewis's The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. While reading it, I noticed the dissonance between Edmund's behavior and those who follow Aslan. His behavior is distilled into the refrains of a child reaching out for all it can find while smugly screaming "Mine!" His mind is driven by the promise of more Turkish Delight and a position of power to hold over the heads of his siblings. He reasons away all warnings he has received about the witch in an effort to fulfill the desires and the dreams he has entertained about them. When he reaches the Witch's home, however, his visions of grandeur begin to fade. He is fed water and dry bread and commanded to join the Witch's hunt for his siblings in the snow.  Sin, the temptations of the Witch, promises to give glory and pleasure but only drains us dry. We become shrunk down and bent over, pinning after trinkets that dissolve into water and stale crumbs.

As the Witch and Edmund proceed on their journey, they are stopped by the emergence of Spring. Aslan has come "shaking his mane", breaking the silence of eternal winter with birdsong and crocuses. The Witch becomes frustrated as the mud forces them to get off her sledge and continue on foot, while Edmund's running siblings cannot contain their delight in the beauty of the changing landscape as they flee. The Witch held a degree of power over Narnia for a time, but Aslan is the real ruler over the land. Satan, like the Witch, has had some form of power over this land we inhabit. He would have us believe he is the true ruler, but we have the real King Jesus who came and will come again. He has brought the Spring of the New Kingdom, with a promise that it will be the "normal" of a New Heaven and a New Earth. The power of the enemy will melt away, and all who run to his castle will be disappointed. 

The marvel is that the true King has been the most humble one. While we were making fools of ourselves, fighting over moth and rust, Jesus came to earth and made us stick out. We were the grumbling selfish children, He was the selfless perfect servant. In His light, we are shown to be the blind, sick, deaf, and lost people we are. We would walk into our own destruction.  Except for when He comes to our rescue. Except for when His holiness exposes us, and instead of condemning He comes to cleanse and to cover with His blood and His righteousness. 

 Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. 

Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. 

Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, 

did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, 

being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the 

point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is 

above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 

and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

(Philippians 2:3-11 ESV)

But your fulfillment in life will not come from how well you explore your freedom and keep your options open. That’s the path to a frazzled, scattered life in which you try to please everyone and end up pleasing no one.

Your fulfillment in life will come by how well you end your freedom.

-David Brooks

Come and hear, all who fear God,

And I will tell of what He has done for my soul...

But certainly God has heard;

He has given heed to the voice of my prayer.

Blessed be God,

Who has not turned away my prayer

Nor His lovingkindness from me.

Psalm 66:16, 21-22

This life is one of waiting, standing in the tension of the already-but-not-yet, but there are moments when God releases us from some forms of the waiting. For two years I have been waiting for God to give me some direction and give me some tangible target to pursue. I have not reached the target, but God has graciously given me a sphere to shoot at to start moving in the right direction. If you know me you know that I am painfully slow at making decisions, seeking to glimpse every possible angle and then some before I consider dipping my toe in the shallow end. But despite so much "new" being thrown in my direction the past few months, God has given me incredible clarity with my "yes"s and "no"s. Along with this has come a confidence of God's presence in the process--without that reassurance I would probably despair of any progress at all. 

I am thankful for these seasons where it becomes undeniable that His promises are true and His loving care and sovereignty are present. Clearly He loves me. Clearly He has heard my prayers. Clearly He loves me as the good Father and Shepherd that He is. I think these are seasons when God calls us to worship Him, write them down to remember them, and share them with others so that they may be encouraged. 

So much of life is full of fog. But Jesus is alive, my friend. And He has ears that hear and a hand full of power to tenderly and meticulously guide you along the path He's paved for you. You are not a forgotten sheep. He does not tell you to wait in vain. 

Being Led by the Shepherd

The Lord is my shepherd to feed, guide, and shield me,

I shall not want.

Your rod to protect and Your staff to guide, they comfort me.

Ever since graduation, I have convinced myself that because God's will is for my sanctification, and because that so often translates into suffering and dying to self, I must prepare myself for a career in something I don't like. It has been a battle to resist running to what is available and seen as least risky. And those options have a kind of holy sheen to them--after all, we want to be faithful servants, and being one does not always look romantic. But somewhere in the midst of this sorting through the will of God I have found myself believing that God intends to serve me a banquet of crumbs. He tells me it is good for me, so I subject myself to scooping up the dry morsels.

I believe I have missed something in this. Sometimes He tells us to drink a bitter cup, to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, but there must be some good in the wanting and gifting He's placed in me. If the talents He's given to me are really from Him, then I must seek out where and how to use them. Some of the gifts He's given to me have been expressed here and there, but I'm coming under the impression that He wants me to be more generous with them. I have fearfully held them and kept them mostly to myself, self-protecting myself from any failures by only letting them air out when the stakes are low. But I have begun to sense Him prompting me out of this place that feels undangerous and a little less insane. This movement feels a lot more like faith than a naive God-is-my-genie kind of movement. It feels more like holding the hand of my Father so I can be who He has made me to be.

 I do not trust myself in this, and like everyone else, I do not know what I am doing. My story is not so different from every other Christian's story. I do not have anything new to say--I can only say everything that's been said before, because there is much that has been said that we need to hear again and again. Some is new to us. Some are made new by old words. I will gladly join the choir of the ages, singing the same old hymn being sung with millions of tongues in a million ways, centered around the One who we will never tire talking about. Those are the words worth speaking.

   
 When it comes to dating, I can be something of a fearful cynic. I feel I must cushion my heart in case I will be greatly disappointed. Somehow I have expected that it is very likely that however much I like a man at the outset, it may very well turn out to be a show--that somehow, underneath, I will find thin roots. Perhaps it is influenced by the man-shaming preached from some pulpits, or from that horrible cultural idea that dehumanizes men by saying they only ever want "one thing". I can only imagine the heavy load this places upon men. It surely places a different kind of a load upon single women.

Despite all of this, there is a part of me that sustains hope. Surely every man is just as much a sinner as I am. But surely, too, there is a man oozing with the fruit of grace. Surely there are men who bear some fruit that dangles within eye-sight, but bear a greater number hidden beneath. Men who believe Jesus when he said the Father who sees what is done in secret will reward them. Men who bear the girth of their character like an iceberg. They may not feel they have anything to show, but for those allowed to enter in, they find the fingerprints of Christ covered all over the place. 

I'm praying for an "iceberg man". But then, I also am praying to be an "iceberg woman". 

By God's grace, may it be so.

     I think it is only human to want to sign dotted lines and put rings on fingers. I think it is only human to want to join lives with others for something of a long haul. In a world that largely keeps friends for entertainment or a felt need's sake, the turnover rate is high. The voices of career, adventure, and wanderlust are nearly irresistible to my generation. Much--sometimes rightly--is sacrificed in following these voices. Some things must be left behind if others are to be picked up. Some things must be lost if others are to be gained. 

There is something in the twenty-something narrative that suggests recent graduates go on a kind of wild, responsibility-free romp across the earth. Or at least we are encouraged with words like "Go do that now...while you are young. Go there now...while you can. Experience new things and take risks...before you are tied down with a spouse and children." Are our remaining years of youth to be spent building castles in the sand? If we tie ourselves to nothing, will we sow anything worth reaping?

When you are a child, life feels like an eternity. Changes come and go, but you have not noticed the bitter aftertaste of the transient lingering in your mouth. With age you begin to see Death and the breaking down of things becomes more clear. Slowly, the myth of an unbreakable world shatters. At some point, after being a mere spectator, you become the one being broken down--and everything around you follows the pattern. Earth feels less and less like the Eden you expected it to be, and the Heaven you expected to find merely flickers through moments.

Things fall apart. Life is full of things that feel solid but melt beneath our touch. But there are some things that stand unchanged. 

There are some seeds that grow into oaks. 

While we live in this age, we cannot escape the decay. But we can throw our energy, our time, our love, and our lives into Things unfading. We spend ourselves in hope of a harvest. 

We must touch a place on earth with a name on it. We do live in tents, but we must stake them among neighbors. We must know the names of the lost, and we must share bread and wine with a family in Covenant. 

There is a kind of joy in having a land to tend. There is a kind of joy in setting aside the romance of alternatives and committing yourself to the few right down your street. 
To know your place and dwell in it. 
To look into faces, studying their griefs and joys, and casting your net for the Good of them. 

And we will love without interruption

fearless of thorn, serpent, and pain

for the One who loved us first

will help us love without end