Loving the unlovable

There’s a character in The Secret Life of Bees that I relate to.  May Boatright is a complicated personality. Highly sensitive to the pain of others, she carries the weight of the world in her soul.  She built a wailing wall in her backyard and goes there when she is upset.  I often joke that I need a wailing wall of my own.

A few years ago, I started praying that God would break my heart for the things that break His.  It’s one of those “be careful what you ask for” prayers because sometimes the pain of the world and the people around me are crushing.  I’m not meaning to sound dramatic and I’m certainly not going to drown myself in a river over the things that weigh on my mind and heart, but sometimes it is exhausting.

For several weeks, I have been exhausted by the Casey Anthony trial and discussion surrounding it.  Let me first be very clear — my personal feeling is that she probably had something to do with her daughter’s death.  But, our justice system is one that puts the burden of proof on the prosecution — everyone is innocent until proven guilty.  It is my personal belief that the jury took their job and the instructions given to them about reasonable doubt very seriously.  And, I suspect this case will haunt them forever.  I was obviously not in the courtroom and did not watch the trial on television, but I do know that there was never a cause of death determined.  I don’t know how a person can be convicted of murder when there is no cause of death.  All of the evidence was circumstantial and as unfair as that may seem at times like this, a person simply cannot be convicted of a crime based on circumstantial evidence.  How incredibly ironic it was that this verdict came down just hours after we gathered together in communities across this country to celebrate the Declaration of Independence and the freedoms that we enjoy as a result of that historical document.  How often do we hear of innocent people being held prisoner in other countries because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.  We often regard those countries as barbaric and backwards. Our judicial system is not perfect and I believe that sometimes criminals go free on technicalities or by lack of evidence.  We are right be enraged at the injustice of it all, but at the same time, innocent people often spend years — decades — even lifetimes — in prison. Where is the outrage when it’s discovered that somebody has been wrongly convicted of a crime? What about when we discover, after it’s too late, that somebody was put to death for a crime they did not commit?  Where are the mobs of chanting people then? And then I wonder why Caylee Anthony’s story gripped the nation and stories like Christian Choate’s don’t spark a greater public outrage (I’m not saying that there isn’t outrage…just that it didn’t make the news cycle in the same kind of way).  Believe me, my soul aches for what Caylee endured at the hands of somebody she trusted.  But, that’s not the only thing that makes my heart heavy.

In the days and weeks that have followed the shocking verdict, I think that the most disturbing things I have heard is professing Christians saying things like “I hope she burns in hell”.  Often they are the same kinds people who attend evangelical churches and wear WWJD bracelets.  Really,  I do not think  that Jesus would say, “I hope she burns in hell”. In fact, I am 100% certain that He would not say that.   The reality is, if you are a Christian, you believe that Jesus came to save us from a destiny just like that.  It is the very basis for why we worship Jesus.  On Sundays, we lift up our hands and praise Him for the work that he did on the cross.  A work that, in a very uncomfortable way, looks a lot like the picture of Casey Anthony leaving the jail in the dark of the night.  Guilty.  And yet set free.  Now, I realize there are fundamental differences — not the least of which is that nobody has paid the price for the crime that was committed.  It can be argued that many have paid a price.  But, for the crime itself, nobody has been held accountable.  And, I think that is what outrages people the most. 

But my point is this:

As Christians, we are called to love God and love others as much as we love ourselves (Mark 12:28-31).  And, if only we could live up to those two seemingly simple commandments, we would not have situations like babies being found dead in a swamp. But at the same time, wishing somebody eternal damnation in hell is just something that my heart cannot even fathom.  Because I think that if you really believe in hell — and you really take the words of Jesus seriously as He calls His followers to make disciples of all nations (Matthew 28:16-20), then you would be on your knees praying for Casey Anthony’s soul.  Because if you look back at that verse in Mark — Jesus doesn’t command us to just love the loveable neighbors. He just simply said we are to love our neighbors.  And by neighbors, He meant everybody.

I don’t even know how to end this post because it’s so complicated.  I don’t even know why I feel so compelled to post this in the first place.  I know how I feel, but I don’t have any answers — especially for people who don’t believe what I believe about Jesus and God and Heaven and hell. What I can tell you is that I believe that God’s heart breaks for what happened to Caylee.  But, I also believe that He grieves for the way that people who claim to be His followers behave in the aftermath of such a tragedy.  We must think before we speak…because I think that our words reflect the state of our hearts (Luke 6:45).  And, we cannot testify to a God of forgiveness and love if our words are hateful…about anyone.

Beautiful Stories…continued…

I haven’t posted in a while.  I am writing about a couple of things — hard things — and the thought of posting them for everyone to read fills me with fear.  I said it in my first blog post…you won’t always agree with me.  The challenge to my readers was to accept differences of opinion for what they are — differences.  I hope to overcome my fear of rejection soon and get these thoughts out of my head, but in the meantime, I read this blog, “Finding God on an Airplane” and all I could think was YES!  This is exactly what I was talking about in my last blog post.  This is exactly why we should ask people how they are.  This is exactly why we should really care how people are.   People want to be known…they want their stories to be heard. 

Ask somebody how they are.  Really listen to their story.  It will change your life.

Pride and Punishment

I know we’ve all had an occasion where we have sat in church and felt like the pastor/teacher was speaking directly to us with a particular message.  Today was one of those days for me.  Plain and simple, God rocked my reality today.  I expected it to an extent.  It had already been a rough morning and that is always a sure sign that I need to be in church.  And those are the days I am most nervous to walk through the door.  And, He is usually very gracious — gently nudging me.  Today in his graciousness, he whacked me with a two by four.  And, I am sincere when I say it was gracious….because it is exactly what I needed.

It started with a conversation with a friend – he was telling me about an area in his life that God had been speaking into and healing him.  Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that God was holding up a mirror to me as if to say “This is you, Stephanie.  And, I can heal you too”.

So, I’m already weepy and the music hasn’t even started.  It’s going to be a long morning.

The teaching was from Acts 2….and the discussion centered around how the disciples of Christ formed a community that’s sole purpose was to spread the gospel. There was a lot more than that, but  as I was listening, God was telling me that I’m never going to be able to do any of what he has created me for until I get out of the way and stop being so prideful.   I have spent a lot of time judging others for being prideful and here I am….maybe the worst among them.

It brought to mind the story of King Nebuchadnezzar who had a super sized ego that God finally tired of.  The Lord had warned King Neb through a startling dream that his puffed-up pride would cost him if he didn’t change his ways. But, he continued to pat himself on the back, declaring in Daniel 4:30:  “Is not this great Babylon, which I have built by my mighty power as a royal residence and for the glory of my majesty?”

God responds swiftly, “While the words were still in the king’s mouth, there fell a voice from heaven, “O King Nebuchadnezzar, to you it is spoken: The kingdom has departed from you, and you shall be driven from among men, and your dwelling shall be with the beasts of the field. And you shall be made to eat grass like an ox, and seven periods of time shall pass over you, until you know that the Most High rules the kingdom of men and gives it to whom he will.” Immediately the word was fulfilled against Nebuchadnezzar. He was driven from among men and ate grass like an ox, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven till his hair grew as long as eagles’ feathers, and his nails were like birds’ claws.  Daniel 4:31-33

He went crazy.  Stark raving mad for 7 years.  He was cut back to a stump (just like the dream said he would be).  And, then…in his graciousness, God restored him.

I remember hearing someone talk about this passage once saying that this was a lesson you wanted to learn in the classroom and not on a field trip.  I laughed and thought, “Yeah, I think I’ve got that one – God isn’t going to have to teach me not to be prideful”.

But, here I am — feeling like I’ve been cut down to a stump.  Realizing that the areas that I have felt “attacked” is just me allowing myself to be attacked by not repenting of my sin.  And, instead of taking any responsibility, I have just been acting like a victim.  But, God has shown me my sin and what I need to do.  And He has promised me that He will help me.  And, that is very good news because I cannot do it alone.

Now I, Nebuchadnezzar Stephanie praise and extol and honor the King of heaven, for all his works are right and his ways are just; and those who walk in pride he is able to humble. –Daniel 4:36

People really are good.

No, not good.  Abso-freaking-lutely amazing.

After getting the news that Dylan might not make it through the night on Monday, my group of “virtual” friends rallied together to do something incredible.  We have one mom in our midst whose daughter has battled cancer as well.  Karen and Heide (Dylan’s mom) have become quite close over the last year and a half as they both fought for their children’s lives.  Karen desperately wants to go to the memorial service (in Albany, NY — she lives in Orlando, FL), when the time comes – to be a support for Heide – but money is tight for them, as they have mountains of medical bills.  Here’s where it gets amazing.

In just under 48 hours, this group of women raised almost $800 to send Karen to NY when the time is right.  This will pay for an airline ticket as well as provide money to cover expenses.  I happened to be the one who collected the money – and every time an email would come in telling me my paypal account had yet another contribution, I would get tears in my eyes.  Today, I barely kept my composure at the post office as I sent the VISA gift card off to Karen.  

All I can think is that THIS is what it means to live missionally.  Many of these women don’t claim to be Christians – and yet, in moments like these…they are living exactly as Christ would have them live.  It’s these times that I have the opportunity to gently evangelize to them.  I was even able to work with one woman who I have had quite a falling out with to secure the airline ticket….and everyone else got to be a fly on the wall and watch Christ work in that situation.

On another note, Dylan continues to AMAZE the doctors.  After being as sick as they thought he could possibly be, God has graciously given he and his family more time.  And, today, he was able to go home from the hospital.  I don’t know how long he will have, but I do know that God is being glorified in every possible way through this little boy.  And, I am honored and priviledged to be a part of it.