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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Kosovo Reflections Part 4 - The Realization of Grace



When I was a child I liked to play games with my mom.  Sometimes I would hide and wait for her to find me and other times I would ask her if I could be her hand servant for an evening, at her command for whatever she wanted me to do.  I would be put to task vacuuming, wiping down the kitchen floors and other various chores that would take the day’s burden of work from the shoulders of a single mother raising a boy.  I did these things because I loved her, but looking back I see how I was also seeking her favour.  I wanted her to be proud of me and to return the love that I so desperately sought.

It is so easy for us to become subjects to the opinions of other people. Where I sought favour from my mother, I wanted to gain her favour by my actions or words.  Often I would be rewarded, but it was never enough to make me feel better about myself.  Much of my life has played out like this, where I sought the approval of others through my actions and words.  I have even based my involvement in ministry off of this mentality.  However, the truth about myself made itself known to me while I was in Kosovo…

At the beginning of our tour, we headed east from Prishtina into the rolling hills and beautiful countryside.  The roads wound back and forth in the valleys of old, old mountains that had been eroded into nubs.  Forests covered the hills like blankets and fields spread out in the valleys, making it suitable for farmers to claim land for their families.  As we came down the other side of the hill lands, a massive valley opened up before us and in it sat a town with the name Kamenica.

It was approaching evening time in Kamenica when we gathered on a hill overlooking the town.  In the center of the town was a mosque complete with dome and tower.  It stood as the town’s monument for the religious life.  It was the totem for attaining Allah’s mercy and it was as I was looking down on this spectacle that I realized I had more in common with these people than I had first thought…


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If religion is considered as mankind’s various attempts to find God, then the motivator of religion could be said to be mankind’s attempt to find God’s (Gods’) favour.  Let’s look at some examples. 

In animistic folk religions, people revere the spirits (of ancestors or mischief) and make sacrifices to them in order to sway them to act in the people’s favour.  Every natural event is connected with a spirit’s action and therefore a person’s devotion to the spiritual world gives them good fortune in the physical world as the spirits favour them.  Many people of animistic cultures have been known to sing to the spirits as they are working in the fields, so that the spirits would give them good fortune in their harvests.  Others will sacrifice animals or even children to stay the wrath of evil spirits that they believe are responsible for great tragedy. 

There was a similar mindset in the ancient Greco-Roman era.  Polytheism was widely accepted across the Roman Empire and people would make sacrifices of animals in order to attain favour or blessing from whichever god they entreated.  Women would petition Diana (the Roman equivalent of the Greek goddess Artemis) to make them fertile for childbearing or even to protect their child during childbirth.  There were many gods and goddesses (one was created pretty much any time Zeus fancied another woman or goddess and took them by force) for people to desire favour from.

But this thinking also popped up in monotheistic religions as well.  It pops up in the Jewish Law and the Qur’an. The most obvious example to westerners might be the ideal behind most of Catholicism in the way of gaining God’s approval through good works and financial giving.  However, it is certainly not limited to one branch of Christianity.  Many evangelical Protestants places great value in a person’s belief of certain doctrines to truly be right with God.  In this regard it is what “doctrine” a person believes that gains them God’s favour. 

And so this cycle of self-validation takes place, and perpetual entrapment of the heart.  Some laws have been set up to abide by in order to receive favour from God, as if doing good things gains us merit we can use like currency. It seems to be mankind’s natural inclination to seek or buy its own salvation for the afterlife.

But can we buy out God?

At college I learned much about the teachings of the Bible.  I learned about how certain themes continued throughout scripture which “doctrines” could be formed out of.  Many of the Christian “doctrines” surround a well known notion called grace.  I learned all about grace; I read about it in the Scripture and in textbooks; I heard sermons preached on the subject.  I thought I understood what grace was, but I was lying to myself.

I once heard someone refer to grace and mercy as two sides of the same coin.  They said that mercy is “not receiving that which we deserve” (wrath and punishment) while grace is “receiving that which we do not deserve” (blessing and favour).  Though I feel that this is a utterly simplified version of what mercy and grace really are, the meaning of grace is undeniable throughout the New Testament.  Grace is in essence “unmerited favour”.  Unmerited meaning that it cannot be earned; it must be given freely without payment or debt.  The notion suggests to us that something has been afforded to us that we could not afford on our own.

When pastors and biblical scholars think of the word grace, one person comes into mind (besides God).  The Apostle Paul’s writings were heavily laden with the subject of grace.  For Paul it was essential for the believer to know that their received salvation through grace alone and not by merit or good deeds.  In Romans 3:24 we find Paul explicitly saying that mankind is justified only through grace.  Ephesians 2:8 repeats that those who have faith are saved by grace, which is the “gift of God”.  This teaching of salvation through grace is littered throughout scripture.  It’s as if the writers wanted to make sure that the most blockheaded of people would understand the relationship between salvation and grace.

This is what I knew to be true…

…but something was missing for so long.  I hadn’t identified it until that moment overlooking that town which sprawled across the valley like a vast river of white and orange.  Something was missing.  Something that left me alone with my attempts to be a good person.  Something that left me grappling with my sinfulness and imperfection.  Something that left me constantly falling short in life.

For so long I had understood grace, accepted grace as the process through which I was saved…but I had not extended grace to myself.

Like the people of Kamenica, I had an established book of divine morality which I had tried to abide by and which I constantly failed to abide by.  Like those people, I sought out to gain favour with God through good deeds and when I failed to stop sinning, I would punish myself.  For years upon years I had lived in a personal prison of spiritual self-mutilation, trying to burn the sin from myself by my own strength.

And it was on that hill, as the sun set just above the surrounding peaks, that I finally forgave myself.  I finally chose to see myself in the same light that God saw me.  I finally extended the same grace I had extended to others, the grace that God extended to me when I first believed, to my own aching heart.

Tears were born as all the texts, sermons and knowledge of what grace is were fulfilled by the presence of grace itself.


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Accepting that we are broken and sinful people is hard for most people to accept.  Everyone thinks that they are “okay” people, somewhere on the good side of the figurative good/evil line.  Even if we have accepted our sinfulness, we can still seek to control our sin.  We strive for holiness and purity above everything else and find ourselves coveting the word “godly” as an adjective to be used before our names. 

But by chasing after these “good” things, we are missing the big picture.  Pursuit of godliness is like the pursuit of a rainbow.  It is like trying to pin down moonlight or to catch a whisper in a jar.  Godliness is not something that we can work for or attain.  We will always be disappointed in ourselves if we have made that the goal of our ambitions.  Those who believe that they have achieved godliness are lying to themselves, because godliness is something cultivated in us by God.  It is a part of grace.

Instead, we must chase after God!  When we chase after God, we realise that the object of our pursuits is what makes us godly.  It is what changes us and conquers the sin in us.  Attempts to change ourselves and to stop sinning are useless.  Sin is inextricably graphed to us as we are now.  What's more is that when you are against the dark, all you can focus on is the dark.  But when you are for the light, the dark will naturally fade away.  That is the power of divine grace!

And by accepting grace, we can then share that grace with ourselves, to let it transform who we are.  When we have forgiven ourselves, how much easier will it be to forgive others?

Imagine a world where grace reigned?  Where grace rained down from the sky and was felt by every person.  What would the world be like then?  When no wrong was the seed for bitterness and revenge?  When our shortcomings were overcome by forgiveness and encouragement?

It is no wonder that John Newton (a slave trader in the 18th century) wrote the words:

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav'd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believ'd!

Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

~John Newton 1779

Monday, June 17, 2013

On Waiting...


Way back in the years of my childhood, I remember how I spent time with my grandmother.  She was the quintessence of patience and virtue.  I remember one specific day when she took me with her to the doctor’s office.  We sat down there in the waiting room (where were the toys that medical practitioners usually keep in the lobby?) and waited  I still am unnerved by how slow time passed by when I was 6 compared to now.  What must have been hours went by and still no nurse came into the room to admit my grandmother in.  I became jittery and fidgety.  Sitting there in that room was the worst torture anyone could do to me.  I whined and complained.  How could my grandmother do this to me?  Make me wait for hours on end for something that had nothing to do with me?

…and waited.

Her eloquent response to my whining was profound, “Patience is a virtue, Dear.”


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Patience is one of those virtues that seems to be put to the side in my culture.  In North America, patience seems to be a worthless virtue.  Literally everything is designed so that we don’t have to be patient!  Computers are getting faster, access to internet is more widespread, work schedules are tighter, and even food can be made and served in under five minutes.  It somewhat disturbs me how the mindset of my culture has been conditioned to expect prompt service and to always be 120% efficient with our time.  Waiting is unheard of!  If we are made to wait, it is to the point of offense.  Our time is being wasted and time, of course, is money.

I am occasionally deluded by the thought: you know, I’m actually a pretty patient person.  Then I promptly look down at my smartphone because I can’t wait to get home to check my e-mail.  Sure, society is always on the go and you have to keep up or get left behind, but are we losing a valuable virtue just because we don’t have time to learn it?

Nothing in my life shows me how impatient I am more than my times of self reflection and prayer…especially in time of prayer.  This past spring, I was made very aware of how much my culture’s impatience is flowing through my veins.  The speaker of my college’s conference spoke about waiting on the Lord.  He spoke about how, as an international worker, he needs to spend a lot of time in prayer.  He admitted that the first few hours are usually spent climbing through thoughts and feelings before his mind is clear, at which time he just waits.

This concept of waiting was not new to me, but in that moment as he spoke of it I knew that I had no knowledge of what it was like to wait on the Lord in that manner.  The most I had ever spent in prayer was an hour, and that was difficult enough!  How could someone spend up to 6 hours or more in prayer?  I wouldn’t know what to…say…

Why do we have to say anything?  Do we have to constantly have words at the ready?  Why are we so opposed to silence and stillness?

The Bible’s authors knew a good amount about this.  To be still and know God.  To wait on the Lord.  In the Old Testament a psalmist wrote:

 “I wait for the Lord, my soul does wait, and in His word do I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than the watchmen for the morning.” (Psalm 130: 5,6)

Waiting for the Lord means many things according to this passage.  Note how in this passage the psalmist compares his time waiting for the Lord to a watchman waiting for dawn.

Waiting involves the passage of time.  I hate how time passes by now like water through my fingers, when it once stood as unmoving as glass.  I forget many times when I feel that I am off course or not doing enough, that God’s timing is much different than mine and that I must exercise patience as that time goes by.  Like when I was young, this process is torture to me.  It is sometimes accompanied by periods of feeling that God is not there, that He has moved somewhere else for the time being.  It is hard not to feel depressed in these times.  Though it is tough, we must move on and hope…

Waiting involves the hope that what we are waiting for will come.  I find myself continually looking to the future for a time when God would make Himself better known to me.  I think that this culturally engrained vision of only looking forward prevents us from seeing what we have now.  Instead of seeing how God is with us, we look to see where God might be leading us.  Maybe we should be more concerned about the present?  We might be surprised by what we find…

Waiting involves trusting that God will move and speak.  I under exaggerate when I say that this part is really hard for me.  Again, my culture’s imprint on me is by how much we plan for the future so that we can be prepared for anything.  Unfortunately, we can’t control most of what comes our way.  The weather cannot be stopped, I cannot end my constant aging, and many other events come to pass without warning.  One of my struggles is to trust that God has things under control, even when I don’t.  This is a work in progress for me that makes itself evident every day.

Lastly, waiting involves seeking.  Unlike many other concepts of waiting, this one was a brand new concept for me to swallow.  Through my first years of college, I found myself expecting that God was just going to start talking to me or give me signs without doing anything myself.  I was rarely reading scripture or spending time in prayer.  I wanted God to just make Himself known to me, to fix me and change me, without getting my hands dirty and stepping out of my ‘coasting’ shoes; but how would the Lord ever be seen if I were not seeking for Him?  How would a watchman see the sunrise if he fell asleep?


Seeking while Waiting
So how do we wait and seek, that we might find?  Spending time in Scripture and in prayer is a good start.  The conference speaker compared his time in prayer to waiting for the bus.  He said that one cannot wait for a bus and work in the garden, or wait for a bus and do the dishes.  One must be at the bus stop to be waiting for a bus.  Similarily, you must be in a position of waiting for God if you are ever going to hear from Him.
One of my friends put it this way: if you are planning on catching a fish, you have to cast your line into the water.  It doesn’t mean that you will catch a fish every time you cast your line, but you will never catch a fish if you never cast your line.  In out seeking for God, we sometimes hear from God.  It doesn’t happen every time, but how would be hear unless we are in the act of seeking?

Prayer is only one way to open yourself up to God, but it is something that all of the prophets and apostles did to seek God.  It is well known that Christ often left the apostles to go off and pray alone, that he might hear from the Father.  Prayer is the heart of a person.  If we are to made to put out identities in God yet we are not praying to Him, it is like a marriage where one spouse starts ignoring the other.  Eventually there will be a large rift between the two that can only be remedied by communication.


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I am constantly learning what it means to wait on God.  Life tests my patience everyday.  I end up having to shift my mindset from “my time is important” to “God will work when He deems it time”.  Does this mean I just wait in life?  Well, no.  We have to live, earn money, pay bills, etc.; however, out connection with God should be lived out as well, so that the hook is in the water constantly throughout the day.

In under a week I will be in Kosovo.  I have no clue as to what God will show me while I’m there, or what God will accomplish in the hearts of men and women.  I pray that God would show himself to my team and I as we try to relate to people about life and music and what is beyond all of that.

I feel as if I’ve been waiting for so long, but now God is moving in incredible ways.  The sunrise is approaching.  I just hope that I will be awake when it comes.