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“As Yourself”


          I’m fascinated by the idea of loving someone “as yourself,” and have spent an awful lot of time pondering the meaning, the possibilities, and the difficulties with loving someone else using the same means and measure in which we love and care for ourselves. In a culture as individualistic as the one in which we live, how rare is it we find someone who cares just as much about someone else’s needs as they do about their own. What would it even look like for one person to give up their individual rights, their individual freedoms, and their individual luxuries for the shared rights, shared freedoms, and shared luxuries of the community. Who in their right mind would give of their voice to a child who doesn’t have one, or give of their own food or property to those who have found themselves without. What kind of person chooses to give up what is rightfully theirs to keep. Who would give up their own life, their own desires, their own dreams, their own God-given resources for someone else.

          Jesus often gave instructions that pointed to the heart of this concept, the one that comes to mind first for me is this one:

If anyone wants to sue you and take your shirt, let him have your coat also. Whoever forces you to go one mile, go with him two. Give to him who asks of you, and do not turn away from him who wants to borrow from you. “

          I’ve always seen this particular teaching of Jesus’ to be extreme and radical because it goes against the way most of us live today.  All of Jesus’ teachings teach us to love but were not meant to follow them as one follows a law, but we follow the spirit in which each instruction was given.  We follow love.  We give our shirt to the man who sues us because he is a man in need, because we love him, his needs our like our needs.  The person who forces us to go along with them for a mile, we happily go two, for maybe they just need a friend and we know what that’s like, no man should be friendless.  And when our neighbors, friends, family, or even our enemies ask or require something of us, we are to consider, what if it were me?

          For the young and for the innocent, this instruction, to love others as yourself comes really easy, almost natural.  It’s not rare to see this type of love in our children, for example, the time a young a boy begged his mom to get McDonald’s for the homeless guy on the corner, or the little girl who gave the contents of her entire piggy bank to the missionary who spoke at church.  But life often takes away more than it gives and one of the things it subtracts from our lives is our ability or willingness to love others as ourselves.  Most of us began in our young life, giving, loving, sharing as if others were just as important as ourselves, but then something happened: someone we gave to, took to much, walked away with a piece of our soul, or spit in our face.  The result of which is a heart that’s less open, less warm, less willing to give, to share, and to love, taking our natural ability to love others as ourselves and replacing it with a constant struggle to force ourselves back open.  The truth is to love someone as yourself, is to take a risk, to put your heart and soul on the line on a regular basis.  And inevitably, we all get hurt.  So what then?  How do we get back to where we once were?  The answer to this question is far from simple, I think when it gets to that point, we only have one choice and that’s to lean on the words of Jesus, that if we ask of Him, we will receive.

          Lord, knowing that this is the story behind the current condition of my heart, and my soul I call for, I beg, I plead, I desperately cry out asking for the restoration of my innocence, my warm and open heart, the chunk of my soul that disappeared. I pray that you do the same for all who find themselves here. I ask that you begin to change the fundamentals that are shaping the world around us from the mindset of the individual into the mindset of the community.  Revive in me the ability to love others as myself.

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I’m Just a Kid with a Flashlight

Day 019 - Hemoglobin by cult_hero13. Just another kid with a flashlight... and a camera. Uploaded on Flickr

Words always fall short, especially in their ability to fully capture the essence of anything that’s infinite or immeasurable.  The way I see it, words are to truth & spirit what a child with a flashlight would be in an art museum with no lights: so much to be seen and yet with such an inadequate instrument the wonder and glory of the entire museum is completely lost.  And so it is with the relationship between words and truth, descriptions are just inadequate instruments that reveal only minuscule parts of a much greater, much more glorious realm, a world beyond our eyes.

And so I begin to wonder, are the words that make up the beautiful, almost all encompassing holy scriptures all there is?  Do those words, phrases, and sentiments contained between the two leather covers our bible add up to all that the world is, does it contain all that God meant for us to believe?  Why would God, who is immeasurable and infinite, describe himself and his kingdom, which is just as equally infinite and immeasurable using the limited scope our human words have to offer.  Words are not of his nature, they are of ours.  He didn’t just use any words, the ones that poured out of the minds of Moses, David, Peter, and Paul and so many more, were never JUST words.  God’s abilities lie not in words and intellect but in a presence and a power behind the words.  He has enlightened us several times over with those words and he will continue to forever and ever. George Macdonald explained it this way:

with vivid flashes of life and truth his words invade our darkness, rousing us with sharp stings of light, to will our awaking, to arise from the dead and cry for the light.”

-George Macdonald

We naturally crave a way to see in the dark, far beyond the scope of our own flashlights.  Two main points come to mind with this revelation.  The first one is as simple as carefully processing the words that come from my lips.  I should choose the combination of words that hold with them the force of another world.  I can shine the light at all that’s lovely and wonderful or I can shine it at all the crap. I can point my light at the paintings or I can point my light at the carpet.  The second one reveals the amazing and wonderful foresight of our creator.  He didn’t lock us alone in the darkened musuem.  The truth is the more people who use their light pointing in all the right places the more of the wonder and beauty we all get to see.  It turns out the answer Jesus brought with him was that seeing in the dark is as simple as uniting together in companionship, compassion, and community.  He didn’t leave the key to the kingdom on earth inside of ourself, but inside of ourselves!

My February – PHOTO BOOTH – Photo shoot!

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My Favorite Fifteen – 3-19-09

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The Fall of Me

What was the original sin?  Was it as simple as one single moment of insubordination between man and God, or does it go deeper.  Was it just Adam or Eve who sinned that day? Is the world we live in solely the punishment for their sin?

When I read the story of the worlds first man and woman I see a story deeply rooted in the history between them and their creator.  I see a community, a fellowship, a deep relationship and connection between God and man that goes far beyond just a couple of days.  A story about a loving God sharing everything he has with all of mankind: life, beauty, and perfection.  All He longed for was for them to share in that life with Him, to share in the responsibilites and spend their life along side of Him, working together, living together, and loving each other. All He wanted was a partnership of love and respect.  And it was all going well until one day, something began to whisper in man’s ear.  Thoughts of independence and freedom found their way into the mind of man, and that’s when man really began to understand that it was possible to live life on his own terms with no regard to thoughts of their creator. They began to picture a world where man could keep a little bit of his own life for himself,  could eat of any fruit he wanted, a world where his choices seemed endless and boundless.  At that moment God began to seem more like a chain around their neck, God had become the captor and man was the captured.  Man’s imagination ran away with thoughts of a life lived for himself.  Greedy, self-serving happiness was the fruit that man began to hunger after.  It was the fruit of freedom that man believed he was eating, but to God it was the ultimate betrayal,  It was man standing and saying, thanks for creating me, thanks for loving me, thanks for everything, but this is my life and you’re just holding me back.  God was betrayed, man had forgotten the relationship and community they had with God, no longer was it important when compared to the freedom man had imagined. In one moment mankind took sole ownership of their existence and shouted, “It’s my life!”

Whether or not the story of the fruit, the tree and the serpent is exactly how the world began or not, it is most definitely the story of our lives. God’s telling our story, he’s telling the story of how I woke up today and decided to pick fruit off my favorite tree, the tree of of pride and arrogance. He’s telling the story of my first cigarette, my first experience with pornography, or of my own choice to walk through life living for me.  So the way I see it, the story of the fall of man is my story, and no doubt its your story as well.  It’s a story that up until now has ended with our broken hearts, our dying bodies, and our enslavement to our own sinful compulsions and habits.

Is this how the story ends?.  Is this how my brothers, sisters, friends, and children all have to live?  Are we all just doomed to this life of depravity, seperated from everything lovely, beautiful, and perfect?  Our story isn’t over, our story lives on.  Our story may involve a seperation and a betrayal but it continues because of an ever present, loving, merciful, and gracious God.  A God, who no matter how horriblly we betrayed him, still loves and longs for us to be a part of a community and a partnership with Him.  Although our perfection isn’t probable and may not even be possible while in our current state, God sent his Son, who came to bring us, as we are, back to the lovely, the beautiful, and the perfect through a relationship with Him.  This is our second chance! Our chance to have relationship with our Creator, the God who originally loved us, created us, and shared everything he had in a place called paradise.

And as exciting as that is, its all such an emotional roller coaster (like watching “Finding Nemo”), because we constantly ruin it.  We betray God and rob from each other.  All over again we proclaim, “It’s my life” and break our relationship with our creator and we cause harm to the community and body of Christ.  We insist our freedom to live for ourself to be more important than the relationship between Creator an created, between us and our friends, our family, and our entire community.

Whenever you begin to view life as something to be possessed community and relationship is shattered.  Even if it’s your own life in which you believe is yours, its as if you’re robbing the rest of the world of the gift that was given them as well.  It makes much more sense to say my life belongs to the community, to the body of Christ, and to God himself, because it’s then that your choices become well crafted and thought out decisions.  If a decision is seen to only effect yourself then it’s easier to make poor ones.  The truth is if we really believe that we were created to live for so much more than ourselves than when we choose to say “It’s my life” we are robbing the community and our Creator from a life that was meant to be lived along side of them.  “It’s my Life” implies we believe our life was meant to be lived for ourselves and has no impact on anyone else.  Is it your life?  The choices are yours, but does your life really only exist for you.  I long to live my life for more than myself, I pray that the community of people I surround myself with will help encourage me to offer myself even when I don’t feel it, both to the community and to my creator.  I pray that my life be about the reconcilation between me and my creator, and that I am capabable of living closer to things beautiful, and perfect, things like hope, love, friendship, community, and redemption.

Goatee?

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This was an imagined conversation I had with a parent of a child this week while I was substitute teaching for a preschool.  Check out some of the other comic strips at their website… they are awesome!

Sundays @1:45 – 3/8/09

Since I’m stuck in the house on a beautiful, yet windy, afternoon, I thought I would get some work done on my current project.

My Seventy Two Words

Seventy two words is a literary project of sorts, where every story submitted has to consist of 72 words exactly.  I decided to submit an entry and they decided to publish it.  I figured I would share it with you guys.  Check out the blog, there are some really awesome entries!

One Hundred and Twenty Nine

He’s there, just right there. My mind flashes with images of my first bloody nose, fruit on the floor, awkward wrestling positions, bad hair experiments, and spontaneous caressing of my cars air-freshener at red lights. I have to ask, like puking, the question falls effortlessly from my mouth. “Are we still friends?” He just turns and walks, taking a piece of my heart along with him. I think “what now;” what next? – Kevin Dunn

Perspective of the Week – 1.19.09

The reason I call myself a Christian is not because I manage to subscribe, at any given moment, to all the truths that the hierarchy of my church insists I believe in; let alone because I am a good person or a “good Catholic.” I call myself a Christian because I believe that, in a way I cannot fully understand, the force behind everything decided to prove itself benign by becoming us, and being with us. And as soon as people grasped what had happened, what was happening, the world changed for ever. The Gospels – all of them, including those that were rejected by the early Church – are mere sketches of a life actually lived, and an experience that can never be reduced to words or texts or doctrines. And the world as it was – as it still is – was unable to tolerate this immense occasion; and so Jesus was executed and the life more in touch with divinity than any other life was ended abruptly, when it was still achingly young. The existence of such a life was both so wondrous that it changed everything; and also so terrifying it had to be snuffed out.

The point of this incarnation was surely not to construct a litany of offenses by which we are to judge our own lives at any moment, to force us to thrash and writhe in a constant ordeal of self-criticism and guilt. The point was merely to be with us; and by being with us, to show us better how to be human, how better to embrace our lives by accepting the divine around us and inside us. By letting go, we become. By giving up, we gain. And we learn how to live – now, which is the only time that matters.

- Andrew Sullivan (The Conservative Soul – Chapter 5)