So, Lisa and I are trying to get our life more in order now that I’m out of school… it just seems like there is constantly something that is getting in our way. This weekend was suppose to be the big planning/organizing weekend… and Lisa got sick. At least I got the yard mowed and fertilized in time for the rain.
Now, I’m preparing to leave for Texas – returning Thursday evening. And this weekend is sure to be a full weekend.
So if y’all could, just keep us in your prayers. There are a number of things we’re trying to sort out and get planned and pinned down, and we can’t do it if we don’t have the time we plan for.
Thanks, dear reader. God bless.
Shortly after the election last year, the Sage posted a message on the politics of Jesus entitled A King Without a Quarter.
It’s worth reading for yourself, but to summarize it briefly so you can get through the rest of this post, it asserted that Jesus was social not political. Not particularly mind blowing, but at the time when people were using religion as a means of divinely selecting a political party, it was important. There were a few other discussions on AYOR that surrounded it – especially the war – that made this whole thing particularly gut wrenching for me, but eventually I put it out of mind and got on with my life.
That was until after New Years this year. I can’t remember what prompted it, but I started to think about this essay again. The agitation and aggrevation that it caused in me earlier started to surface violently. Wouldn’t Jesus go to war? Don’t we have a just and righteous cause? …and that essay came screaming back at me: no, He wouldn’t. People are too precious to be sacrificed for causes and politics – the dealings of men. People are to be ministered to as we can – to be led to righteousness through Jesus and, in that, salvation.
What’s worse is that in all of this I found myself as a cog in the great war machine. The things I have worked on have motivated and aided the current war effort. And at the time I had nothing but pride for my work – blinded by the fact that my work, right or wrong, was justifying the death of some other human, some soul in need of redemption.
Now, I’m no commander-in-chief. The burden of what has happened is not directly upon me. Nor is the salvation of others my burden to bear directly. But my consent and participation makes me party to any soul who may be in hell right now because of my passive agreement to take their life in this time. If salvation is a communal affair… then our failure in these matters are also a burden upon us.
How am I to respond to this? What does this mean to me?
I then thought of – as I often do – the story of the rich young man. The rich young man approached Jesus asking how to find eternal life. Jesus said to obey the commandments of the Law, and the young man answered that he has kept the commandments since his youth. Then Jesus told the youn man to sell everything and follow after him, at which point the rich young man walked away dismayed because he owned a great many things.
I am a rich young man. I do my best to keep the commandments, and I have a great many things – much more by the standards of the whole world. And before I ever say that these things are of my doing, I acknowledge God’s blessing and providence in all my opportunities. I have no home – it is His before it is mine – and I gladly give it up when I should be called.
But now I find myself in a world of cognitive dissonance. I have a job under Caesar, for Caesar – an occupation of politics and not service to all mankind. The nature of how I came by these jobs is nothing short of God’s providence I do believe. They each came unexpectedly, easily, and most providentially. …but, in a world of guns, bombs, and wars… I’m working in some manner against the Gospel – against the ministry of Jesus, against seeking and saving souls.
And now, after having finished school, when my family is looking for some breathing space… I’m considering moving once again into something new… to possibly throw our lives once more into some kind of stress… I think they deserve more than that: some time to me, some time to peace, some time of stability.
The hardest part of all this for me personally, I’ve dealt with now. The hardest part was that, as far as I was concerned up until the beginning of this year, my current job is my dream job: simulation – games. And now I’m thinking of giving it up. Every thing that I had done to prepare myself for the real-world was for this specific kind of job, and now I’m going another way. It hurts. It’s disappointing. Yet it’s frightfully emancipating. It’s dying to myself and, hopefully, rising once more in Christ.
I don’t know what’s to come. As I told Sage, I think “it”, whatever “it” may be, is coming. I see two possibilities before me at the moment. I probably should look into them instead of letting them slip past me, and that’s the rub, right? If “it” is coming, you would think it would hit you over the head like a two-by-four, but I’m not certain God works so obviously – He certainly hasn’t so far in things such as these, though I see His hand guiding me in the choices I’ve had and, in part, the decisions I have made. For every opportunity I’ve had to lead me here, I’ve had other options. I think my choices, however poor, God has worked toward the clarity I have right now. And the funniest thing is that it’s not a clarity of action but a clarity of purpose. …I think, in general, we’d all prefer the former over the latter – it certainly makes things easier.
Now I wait, standing on the brink of a coming time, to more fully join the revolution of revolutions – to more properly join in and live for my Lord in pursuit of each fellow man. I pray for patience, I pray for wisdom, I pray an open heart, and above all, I pray that not my will but Yours be done. Amen.
When I’m at work, running through everyone elses’ blogs, I get these ideas that spring into my head and write a whole blog entry in my mind right there.
…but when I get home… I can’t remember what they’re about. It’s annoying.
I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about the music I listened to in highschool.
I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about discerning your occupational calling.
I’ve got a blog entry written somewhere in my mind about discerning our spiritual calling – a post on justification and sanctification.
I’ve got the two other blog entries on Mary still forming in the back of my mind.
I’ve got a blog entry on moral development forming in the back of my mind.
I’ve got a blog entry on the permanent deaconate forming in the back of my mind.
All this stuff… I just write it in my mind to lose it. Very frustrating. Too bad I can’t be a professional blogger and get paid to do this.
So one of the conversations I had participated in lately (that I forgot to include in my previous post) was over at Josh about one Al Mohler and his views on marriage and “twixters”.
Something else that piqued my interest was a discussion about sex at Matt Lickona’s blog. Sex is a popular topic over there – namely due to the RCC’s “counter-cultural” stance on sex. Anyways, I posted my feelings on NFP. Instead of making you chase that, I’m posting it here – it belongs here. It is slightly edited from what I originally posted on Matt’s blog.
When I first got married, I hated NFP.
First, all of our other friends were newly weds and busy like rabbits (well, some left that impression anyway) but without the reproductive element. Second, we spent over three quarters of the time in the off-season because we were trying to be certain that we would not get pregnant. Those two elements combined caused me to really resent NFP.
But I think it was a good thing. Within those first few months, the stress of NFP made me re-evaluate the nature of (1) the relationship between my wife and me (2) children and (3) my trust in God the Father.
After 5 months of marriage, we became pregnant. It was not planned. It was not exactly a surprise. And it was, above all else, welcomed. Now I’m two months over 27 and nearing my fourth year of marriage with two beautiful children.
I still can’t say I’m a huge fan of NFP – like a child doesn’t like broccoli: it stands in the way of desert but you know it’s good for you – but I have a deep appreciation for it and highly recommend it. It has caused me to appreciate our bodies. It has caused me to appreciate new aspects of my wife and our relationship. It has caused me to embrace my children more properly as true gifts of God. And it forces me to actively live a sexual reality, that a lot of Christians don’t, which is accepting personal responsibility of my God given natural and good sexuality while also trusting in God’s providence regardless of what happens.
…and I don’t think you can have these kinds of earnest realizations about sexuality and family if you’re living in an artificial world that insulates you from the reality of sex.
No More Teachers’ dirty looks!!
Yes, I’ve completed the last of my course work for my master’s degree. It’s been a busy term, especially when you add in all the extra family stuff that’s happened.
I hope to get back to a lot of posts I started but never finished. I also want to write about all the stuff that’s been running through my head the past two weeks, but which school has kept me from writing.
…of course, now that school’s done… I think my honey-do list is about to explode