Why Jesus?

My friend Val from highshcool died on Easter weekend. She left behind her 16 year old daughter, her mom, her 3 siblings and her wife.
My friend Kathy gave the eulogy beautifully. She talked about the stages of Val's life. When she became a Christian, when she became a mother, when she realized that she was gay, when she discovered alternate forms of spirituality, when she married her wife and finally when she "met her maker" and how all of these choices taught her (Kathy) to be tolerant of people's choices because it was their life journey.
Our Pastor spoke on Sunday about how everyone's invited to "the party". Jesus includes everyone, we're all invited. A wonderful message. It made me think of the kids that my son goes to school with, the ones that get into trouble and you don't want your kids to hang out with.
My son did...last Friday. He learned so much about them and had compassion for them and it made me want to bring them all home, and be their mom.
The message made me think of Val too and how she had been invited to "the party" and went and was included. I wonder if it was Jesus that she decided not to follow or just His followers.
It seems that following the followers messes people up. Why did we become Christians anyway? To be apart of a group? To feel included by our peers? I think sometimes we lose our focus on Jesus and start looking at the people around us and what they're doing. Who are we following?
I really knew who I was following when I understood how sinful I was and that I didn't deserve to be forgiven but Jesus forgave me anyway and died for me. It means that I have to look at my sin and recognize that I need forgiveness, not just once, but many times. That's hard to do. I can understand why someone wouldn't want to do that, that's not easy. Isn't it easier to look around and say "well, at least I'm not as bad as her" or insist that there's nothing wrong with you, everyone will just have to accept who you are, the way you are.
It reminded me of what the winner of "The Biggest Loser" said. He said that it was hard to lose the weight that he lost but it's even harder to continue in his changed lifestyle and keep it off.
It shouldn't be that difficult. Jesus loves us! And when we go to Him the shame is but a moment in time, because there's so much love. But even knowing that we still can convince ourselves that we're not worth it, that it's too hard. It made me start to wonder why other religions are easier to be a part of. Are they? If, in that moment that you excepted Jesus, there was someone saying that another path was the reason to live or change your life, would you take it?
Why choose Jesus over everything else? And why would you turn away after knowing Him? Thoughts to ponder...

Check out this program. I caught a part of it this morning and I loved the part about the guy that lived on the street for 5 mos. just to see what it was like and how he could "do" Christianity better. I heard it first on Focus on the Family. He wrote a book called "Under the Overpass". The whole show is here:http://www.listenuptv.com/programs/060205city.shtml
Later in the same show there was a lady who started praying for businesses in her community. Something I've started to do too. Some great ideas here for our community.

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Don't Look Down!

I was thinking about this as I was falling asleep last night. I figured that if I still remembered it by morning, I would write about it, so here I am.

You know how when you're climbing up the side of a cliff and you're doing pretty well close to the ground and as you get higher, people tell you, "don't look down"? Because what happens when you look down? You get scared and you panic and you don't want to go any higher because you've seen how far you have to fall. Some people give up right there and just fall off the side of the cliff, right back to the beginning. Other people get stuck, frozen in place, not wanting to fall, but not wanting to climb either. Other people look down and say "cool, I can see my house from up here, look how far I've come" and continue climbing" (for the record, these people annoy me :) only because I wish I was like that more).
I've found that I've failed many times as I've climbed up the side of the cliff. Sometimes I don't even try, other times I don't get very high before I give up. A few times I've clung to the side, afraid to go further but not wanting to give up the ground I'd won. And once or twice, I've admired the view for a few moments and then I looked down, and I was struck with fear and I started to fall, again. It kind of makes me want to not try anymore. It makes me think that maybe climbing to the top just isn't for me, it's for those people that aren't afraid to fall. It doesn't mean that they won't fall, it just means that they aren't afraid. They're tireless in getting back up and climbing again. Oh to have that courage. That's what I pray for.

Prayer Walk

I've started exercising again. I rejuggled my schedule and started walking after the kids get home after school.
In the past I would use this time to focus on something in my life, good or bad. But this time I passed a house. I knew the family that lived there and the trials they've gone through, so as I passed I prayed for them. Then I thought about the rest of the homes on that street and I prayed for them too. I walked through the "downtown" area and prayed for the businesses. I walked past my teenage hangout (closed again) and thought it would be a great place for teens to hang out again, an outreach of some sort. They need to hang out somewhere anyway. I prayed about that too.
I take a different route everyday now and pray for the homes and businesses I pass. I really enjoy the sense of community I feel without even talking to anyone but God.
I'm starting to really like this little town that I used to hate and want to escape.
Maybe you can take a prayer walk through your town or just down your street or as you walk through the stores or restaurants that you regularly go to.

My Birthday Present

My birthday is a week and a bit away. I was just telling my husband how I usually get a wonderful birthday present from God every year...a taste of spring.
I just checked the long range forcast on the weather network. Guess what? That's right, a taste of spring, double digits. Thanks God! He loves me soooo much!

"If Satan can place a thought in your mind-and he can, it isn't much more of a trick for him to make you think it's your idea. If you knew it was Satan, you'd reject the thought, wouldn't you? But when he disgiuses his suggestion as your idea, you are more likely to accept it. That is his primary deception." "Victory Over the Darkness" by Niel T. Anderson

This blew me away and made me start thinking about the thoughts that pop into my head more carefully. I would usually start to get upset or depressed about some of the things that I was thinking about. Last week I was thinking that nobody really liked me and that everything I said was dumb. But when I really looked underneath and questioned if that really was the way that I felt, I realized that it was all a lie, just a thought planted in my mind to defeat me. Once I recognized it, it went away.

I think it's so cool that it could be that simple. Just replace it with the truth, like Jesus did.

Perfectionism

A disposition to regard anything short of perfection as unacceptable; especially: the setting of unrealistically demanding goals accompanied by a disposition to regard failure to achieve them as unacceptable and a sign of personal worthlessness.
Source: Merriam-Webster's Medical Dictionary 2002

I was searching for a way to be perfect. A perfect house, a perfect body, to be a perfect mother and a perfect wife. I stumbled across a web site that I can't find now. There were a bunch of women that struggled with perfectionism. It wasn't what I thought it was. I thought perfectionism was a person that did everything perfectly and always looked and acted perfect. This was a group of women who were afraid to appear imperfect. They may not have looked or acted perfectly, or had perfectly clean and decorated homes, or spoke the correct words at the correct time. Some of them worked very hard at doing that, while others, just hid away from people so as not to appear imperfect. (That would be me, the second group).
There is so much pressure on us to be perfect. We see the perfect models, perfect Martha Stewart types, entertaining and keeping their homes immaculate. Then there's those popular, funny, intelligent people, that everyone wants to be around and be like. Is any of that real?
These people aren't perfect. The perfect model has problems and flaws, she can pick herself apart just like the rest of us. I read about women who needed their homes to be perfect and never let anyone come over because they didn't want their homes to be messed up. Comedians who are so "up" and outgoing on stage come crashing down eventually, leaving their families to deal with the fall out.
I discovered something a little while ago. I have flaws (sounds of shock and amazement fill the room). God forced me to look at those very things I denied were true for so long. It was initially hard to look at and admit, but when I did, I felt free to be just who I am without the pressure of being perfect.
The difficulty comes when I'm around other people. If I forget to pray and spend some time with God first, so He can remind me who I am. I start to look for approval from the wrong place and when I mess up and say the wrong thing, or my hair isn't right, or I spilled coffee on myself, It just starts to matter too much and I feel like a failure. But my Father God knows me and He always loves me and He can see who I am inside.
If I can remember that, the whole world could dessert me because I'll always know that I have Him to turn to, He's always there by my side.

Who am I?

Sanford and I have been reading "Victory over the Darkness" by Neil T. Anderson. He compiled this list to describe who you are in Christ.

Who am I?
I am the salt of the earth (Matt. 5:13).
I am the light of the world (Matt.5:14).
I am a child of God (John 1:12).
I am part of the true vine, a channel of Christ's life (John 15:15).
I am Christ's friend (John 15:15).
I am chosen and appointed by Christ to bear His fruit (John 15:16).
I am a slave of righteousness (Rom. 6:18).
I am enslaved to God (Rom. 6:22)
I am a son of God; God is spiritually my Father (Rom. 8:14,15; Gal.3:26; 4:6).
I am a joint heir with Christ, sharing His inheritance with Him (Rom. 8:17).
I am a temple-a dwelling place-of God. His Spirit and His life dwells in me (1Cor. 3:16; 6:19).
I am united to the Lord and am one spirit with Him (1Cor.6:17)
I am a member of Christ's body (1Cor 12:27; Eph. 5:30).
I am a new creation (2 Cor 5:17).
I am reconciled to God and am a minister of reconciliation (2 Cor. 5:18,19)
I am a son of God and one in Christ (Gal 3:26,28)
I am an heir of God since I am a son of God (Gal.4:6,7)
I am a saint (Eph.1:1;1 Cor. 1:2; Phil. 1:1; Col. 1:2).
I am God's workmanship-His handiwork-born anew in Christ to do His work (Eph. 2:10).
I am a fellow citizen with the rest of God's family (Eph. 2:19).
I am a prisoner of Christ (Eph. 3:1; 4:1).
I am righteous and holy (Eph.4:24)
I am a citizen of heaven, seated in heaven right now (Phil. 3:20; Eph. 2:6).
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3).
I am an expression of the life of Christ because He is my life (Col. 3:4).
I am chosen of God, holy and dearly loved (Col. 3:12; 1 Thess. 1:4).
I am a son of light and not of darkness (1 Thess. 5:5).
I am a holy partaker of a heavenly calling (Heb. 3:1).
I am a partaker of Christ; I share in His life (Heb.3:14).
I am one of God's living stones, being built up in Christ as a spiritual house (1Pet. 2:5).
I am a member of a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God's own possession (1Pet. 2:9,10).
I am an alien and stranger to this world in which I temporarily live (1Pet. 2:11).
I am an enemy of the devil (1Pet. 5:8)
I am a child of God and I will resemble Christ when He returns (1 John 3:1,2).
I am born of God, and the evil one-the devil-cannot touch me (1 John 5:18).
I am not the great "I am" (Exod. 3:14; John 8:24,28,58), but by the grace of God, I am what I am (1Cor. 15:10).

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I've had this idea in my head for quite awhile, years, almost decades.
I used to really like my job, I was a housekeeper at an old age home. It was a mindless job. Me and God had lots of conversations as I cleaned toilets. One day as we were talking I was thinking about judgments and how people that I knew were judged by people without knowing anything about their lives. As I prayed about this I realized that I did the same thing, many times. The strangers splashed across the headlines, the teacher at school, the angry bully.
I started thinking about these people differently, with some compassion (when I remembered).

This thought came to me the other day. There's a 300lb woman who decided on the first of the year to lose weight, to get healthy. She started to eat properly and went for a daily stroll. She kept reminding herself of her goal. She failed many times, she ate an entire chocolate cake once, but slowly she lost 100lbs. She felt good and she thought she looked good. People that knew her complimented how well she was doing, some thought she was losing too much weight.
One day she was walking down the street and she passed two women talking together, as she passed she could hear one woman say to the other "I hope I never get that fat" The woman was devastated and wondered when her efforts would produce any results. When really, they already had. She improved her health, she was happier, she had inspired many people around her, but these women didn't know that, because they couldn't see how far she'd come.

There's so many people that have a bigger story than what we see and have come much further than we realize, they have farther to go, but they've come so far already. Did you have 150lbs of sin to lose or only 10? I wonder which is more difficult to give up.

In our local newspaper there is a columnist that I enjoy reading. He likes people and interacting with them and he's a good man. He is not a christian. He actually doesn't like the christian faith at all. He began by simply disagreeing and pointing out how christian belief is different from his own, but it's been getting progressively more angry. I've been tempted to write him back, defending my beliefs but I didn't want my anger to confirm what he believes about christians. So, I prayed for him.
I heard a radio pastor say that we shouldn't assume that we know where someone is in their spiritual walk, because when we think someone is far from the truth, they could actually be very close. I thought about how angry I got sometimes when I was confronted with the truth. Once my anger cooled, I could see that the offending people were right. I really hate it when that happens. Then I have to admit that I was wrong. Who wants to do that? It's easier to prove that I'm right. Jesus always finds a way to break through all of that though. I'm thinking that's what he's doing with this columnist. I'll continue to pray for both him and my own understanding.

Blenders

Okay, this might seem like a ridiculous thing to write about but I feel compelled to share.
I love learning about and implementing good nutrition in my life. I read labels, balance meals, bother people with endless details about what is in that disgusting thing they're eating. Not that I don't eat disgusting things myself, sometimes disgusting tastes so goood.
Anyway, the new year is upon us and one of my annual/seasonal goals is to eat well. Which of course means that my family will eat well, but eating well doesn't please every member of my family at every meal which is where the blender comes in. http://www.whfoods.com has wonderful foods listed that my children will not eat but when I blend them into spaghetti sauce, or soup they can hardly tell that it's there.
Smoothies are also a fabulous way to add extra fruits to your diet. My ingenious husband discovered that a mason jar fits on our blender blade very well. They come in a variety of sizes so they're perfect for single servings (I've also read that some mayonnaise jars also work, I haven't tried one though). All of those browning bananas, that I used to throw out, go into my freezer to bake with or add to a smoothie (any frozen fruit will work, blueberries are especially healthy, full of antioxidants)
It has been so frustrating trying to get my kids to eat wonderful foods like squash and spinach, but now I have a secret weapon and I really wanted to share it.
Stop rolling your eyes! It's very good information!
Okay, I'm done.

Have you ever felt like crawling into a cave and hiding from the world? I've just recently started emerging from my cave. It's been about a year now and it's very uncomfortable.
I've been dealing with some difficult stuff and confronting myself about my part in them.
I don't think Satan likes that too much. He wants me to retreat, to hide. Normally, that's what I'd do. That's what makes me feel better. As much as I would love to hide and retreat I feel God nudging me forward. I believe life is going to get more uncomfortable real soon. It scares me, but I know that I need to grow to be useful to God.
So here I am Lord! Please help me stay on the path, whatever comes my way.

For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him. John 3:17

This past Sunday was Narnia Sunday at our church. Our Pastor, a gifted speaker, spoke eloquently about the story, it's author and the movie. Fantastic! But near the very beginning he said those words "for God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him", then he apologized on behalf of all or any Christian who condemned anyone there, because we were not sent to condemn either. He spoke those words on my behalf and I really wished my mom and my brother were there to hear those words, because really it was me that should have said them.
I'm sure you've seen the bitterness dripping from me, infecting other areas of my life. I can't speak without bitterness permeating my words. This is the barrier, my condemnation, that I am in no position to give.
I'm visiting my mother this Friday for the first time in way too long. Please pray for me and our relationship.

It is the beginning of t.v./computer free week for our family. We usually have a t.v. free week 4 times per year. This is not one of the scheduled weeks. Our lives have been kind of disorganized lately so I felt that it was time to get rid of all the distractions that keep us from focusing on what's important.
I'm really glad we have these and that I can actually tear myself away from these things that I usually use to comfort me. It forces me to turn to God and spend time with Him. I've needed to do this for awhile. I think we may add an extra week now, right before Christmas.
See y'all in a week!

You may have noticed that I have been struggling with my parenting choices.
I've found that when I see others doing so well, I realize how inferior I am. I've tried not to get defensive, but learn from them, confessing that I'm failing and asking God to help me change.
God knows me so well. He knew this would be difficult for me and hasn't forced me to face it until now.
When I became a parent I realized what an important job it was. I didn't want to just follow the lead of those before me. I wanted to do a good job. I didn't want to be responsible for ruining an entire life. I also didn't want to lose the very good relationship I've always had with my husband. That was the most precious of all.
I read many opinions from many perspectives. My child, of course, would be perfect as long as I didn't mess him up.
If you've met me, you know that I can be an emotional basket case. I think a lot of my emotions came to the surface when my son was born. I couldn't believe how quickly I fell in love with him and how I could possibly love my husband more than I already did. We were suddenly a family, a real family.
My response when my son cried was immediate. I didn't like it. I had a physical need to comfort him. Some experts recommend suppressing this need and a lot of mothers are successful at doing that. I could not. I had planned to, I wanted to, but I couldn't. My baby needed me and I needed to comfort my baby.
I continued to try to follow the experts recommendations. I really wanted some time with my husband. I envied the women who bottle fed or could express their milk and went out with their husbands, alone, only weeks later. I could not, though I desperately wanted to.
Months passed. My son was on a pretty good schedule, with a regular bedtime and naptime.
I rocked him to sleep. I still couldn't bear to hear him cry.
I had to return to work. I begged God to make a way for me to stay home. I thought of many ideas, none were practical. I weaned my baby onto a bottle at 6 mos., heartbreaking. I prepared to take him to my mother-in-law while I worked. We visited regularly, getting him used to his new surroundings. Sanford and I went out for our birthday when he was five mos., we enjoyed our time together but also missed our baby. When we called to check on him, he was sick (vomiting with a fever) so we went home.
He cried every morning when I left him and I cried all the way to work, praying that he would be okay and still praying for a chance to stay home with him.
I was torn between my obligations at work, time with my husband and time with my son. It was hard for me.
My frustration with the nanny shows and moms that do things differently is that I could not do it that way. I recognize that it was my failure. If I could take a step back and allow some emotional distance, things may have been different.
I hung onto my self proclaimed title of "good mother", knowing that I was meeting my baby's emotional needs, but perhaps neglecting those of my husband and my own. I can see now that I probably wasn't healthy emotionally, maybe I'm still not.
I know my kids would have been fine with a different mom who has different methods. Those moms are great and organized and have time for their husband way sooner than I could be. The nanny shows are probably beneficial, I just can't bear to hear the little children crying and so, I can't watch them.
I'm giving to God this last thing that I thought I could do well, because in truth, my kids are great kids because of Him and in spite of me.
Somehow we've made it through. My husband still loves me and after this last batch of kids we're anxious to get back to being simply, a couple. I hope the decisions we've made haven't caused any damage that time together can't fix.

Have you ever met someone that saw all of your potential? That knew you better than you knew yourself? That pushed you to do new things before you thought you were ready? So you avoid him, because he makes you feel uncomfortable and you just know he's going to push you in a new uncomfortable direction.
Jesus is like that for me. I love Him so much but when I talk to Him, I know what He's going to say. It's not going to be pretty. It's not going to feel good. I'm gonna hafta change. So I avoid Him, but He keeps tapping me on the shoulder. "I love you Maureen, come spend time with me" You can't run from that forever.

My Abbreviated Story

I was born in Toronto to a Catholic family. I am the second of four children. My mom was born in Canada with Austrian and some kind of U.k. ancestry. My dad came directly from Liverpool England. He was born in 1930, so spent much of his childhood in bomb shelters and exploring the debris of the bombed homes around him. My parents were not affectionate, with us or each other. I didn't get hugs or I love yous. I don't blame them though, I understand that they didn't know how, or didn't understand that I needed it.
I had a pretty good childhood. We never had much money, but my mom made sure we had plenty of opportunities. I had piano lessons, ballet lessons, I was a brownie and later when my sister expressed an interest in horses, we both got lessons and later our own ponies, none of which we could really afford.
My parents would occasionally fight. We would all be sent to our rooms where we would have what my sister called "kid's meetings". It helped us feel less insecure.
When I was 10 we moved to a farm in Dufferin County. My parents assured us that we would go to the Catholic school in Orangeville where we new some people that moved to this area before us. Bussing wouldn't allow it however and we were forced to go to a public school.
I was very shy and didn't make friends, very easily.
There weren't many catholic kids in this school, they were pretty much white protestant farmers, or descendants of white protestant farmers. Very different from what I was used to. Everyone knew everyone for generations. Even my mom, who is quite a "joiner" and makes friends pretty easily, found it difficult to fit in.
I'm sure each of us has our own ideas of what happened next. My mom and dad fought more, we had way more "kid's meetings" that started involving what we'd do if our parent's divorced and what we could do to make things better. My mom started to get depressed. Eventually she was hospitalized, we went to see her in the psych ward. My sister turned into our mother. We all tried to do all the things that would make my mom happy and bring her home, but it didn't work. She came home for awhile but continued to be depressed, she started seeing psychiatrists regularly. During this time my sister went to a camp with Campus Life, Kiaros. She came home acting weird. She loved Jesus and told me all the time, it was annoying.
My sister went to a youth group with her friend from school and of course the weekly campus life meetings, which she loved. I went to a Youth for Christ event, I forget what it was about, but I remember when I first heard that Jesus really loved me and wanted to forgive my sins and what he suffered to do that. They asked for anyone that wanted to take that step to come to the front and I really wanted to. I leaned toward my sister and asked if she wanted to go up there. She sneered at me and said "no". I later understood why, she was annoyed that I thought she wasn't already a christian, when, of course, she was.
It became increasingly difficult to live at home with my mom. She maintained that it was our fault and brought in children's aid workers to try and fix me and my brother, we were smoking and skipping class and not doing much around the house. The threat that was always presented was "you can be kicked out, do you want that?" Well, actually, yes I did.
Eventually, it happened. Not too long after my 16th birthday. My mom told me not to come home. So, I didn't. I had a friend who had already offered to take me in. She was a self proclaimed satan worshipper. That sounded great to me, no rules, no moral boundaries, I was free! But I couldn't find her anywhere. She wasn't at school.
My sister found someone that would take me in, Nikki. I didn't want to stay with her though. I went to her house once. Her mom talked about Jesus all the time. They were weird. But I had to sleep somewhere.
Nikki was 16, like me. She smoked, she drank, she skipped school, she had no respect for authority (except God, she would stop dead in the hall when the Lord's prayer was recited at school) she was loud and she swore, perfect! She became my best friend, we were inseparable.
Nikki told me she was pregnant. I thought that was great. Ever since I heard about what the baby experienced during an abortion I was completely against them and I looked at every pregnancy as a miracle.
It was required, that we go to church on Sunday. We went to Bethel Bible Chapel in the morning and the Pentecostal church at night. I'd never seen anything like it. They were crazy charismatic people, I was uncomfortable.
Nikki often spoke of her cool older brother, Sanford. He came home to visit one weekend and moved home the next. He claims he loved me the moment he saw me and has maintained that story ever since. I never met anyone like him before, he listened to me, and wanted to be my friend, not just a boyfriend. I looked around at the teenagers making out in the halls at school and wondered if they knew that they could have something this real.
This time proved to be a crossroads for the 3 of us. Nikki, with her impending motherhood, leaned on Jesus more and more. Sanford struggled with our relationship knowing that he couldn't stay with me if I wasn't a christian and I was surrounded by all this love and acceptance, but in the center of a very dysfunctional family, that knew, for sure, that there was a Jesus who forgives sins and changes lives. I wasn't even sure that there was a God anymore, but I started looking at these wonderful people as not so weird.
One day, Sanford and I sat at the kitchen table, he wasn't feeling well. He was having another asthma attack and was gathering his energy to go to the hospital. So, I thought I'd give praying a shot. I asked God, quietly, to myself, if He was really there, to heal Sanford and let him breathe. I told Him that if He did, I would know for sure that He existed.
An unbelievable thing happened, that has never happened since. Sanford lifted his head off the table and looked puzzled. He said "I can breathe...that's never happened before". I was amazed! There really is a God! He does exist and He answers prayers and performs miracles! It's really true!
I've had a lot of ups and downs since that day, and a period of time that I questioned again if there was a God, but He keeps pointing me back to that day, and I know for sure that He exists, He has nothing more to prove to me.

When I'm confronted with two opposing viewpoints I usually find out what people are saying for this point of view and what they are saying against this point of view. I don't like to dive into things head first just because someone claims that it is good. Usually there's a balance in the middle somewhere.
For example: low carb vs. low fat diets. For awhile I was all for the low fat diet. I exercised like crazy, hardly ate protein, it was carbs all the way. Then low carb came into fashion. I looked into it, listened to what the nutritionists said for and against it. I came to the conclusion that meat is good, fat is good, and carbs are good. God made them all, enjoy. Eat healthy and exercise.
So, I'm doing the same thing where the emerging church is concerned. Some of what they're saying is so good. They are the very things that I have been dissatisfied with as well. I long to be open and real with people and connect with them at a deeper level. I want to go into the world and tell people about Jesus in a way that they will understand. I was all ready to do that until I was told that the words I spoke where "christianese". I need to learn this new language emergenese? pomoese? or maybe it's like they say, speak the language of the one you're speaking to. That's cool, but then I feel like I'm being fake. Do I need to become like a teen to relate to one? Or can I dig into my experience as a teen, remembering how it feels and relate to them that way? We all speak some variation of the English language don't we? I think they're smart enough to figure out what I'm saying even if, to them, I have an accent.
I read some blogs by post modern people who explain that indeed alot of their followers are missing the point. They're caught up in their anger and bitterness and missing what postmodernism is about. Even without the bitterness though, I still feel that something's missing. I'm not sure what. I'll research further.
Brian McLaren spoke recently about the 7 layers of postmodernism. I don't think I'm anywhere near the first level, and I'm not sure that I want to be. I'm sure that if it's meant to happen God will open my eyes. He's so good at doing that.

Labels

Labels are used to identify what's inside. We frantically search for a label to describe ourselves, perhaps with a flaw label (I'm shy, I'm a.d.d., I have a personality disorder) or maybe It's what you do,(I'm a mom, a wife, a doctor, a lawyer, president). Is that what defines us? Labels?
I used to ask God "who am I?", I felt that His reply was simply "My child" In the end, when everything I am is stripped away, when my children leave, my husband dies and I am alone, I will always be His child. There's great comfort in that.
Since I first became a christian I've been concerned with how different churches name themselves, why are there so many? Dave B. said at church recently that we have the mind of Christ. If we are all following the same savior, then why is there so much to argue about?
There is a movement with yet another label, emergent. These people are questioning and moving in a new direction. It reminds me of a time when I was watching Oprah, she was talking about how God was in all of us and when you meditate you're connecting with God, or your inner self. That didn't seem right to me, though it made sense. This emergent church idea doesn't seem right to me either, though their arguments make sense. What they believe isn't clear and their explanations seem vague. Maybe I'm just not smart enough to understand what they're saying. Perhaps someone can explain it to me.