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Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • I have a confession to make.  Well, really two confessions, if I'm going to be completely honest.

    One is that I have always sort of considered myself to be above the type of person who would eagerly seek a celebrity's autograph.  It sounds snooty, I know.  I tend to think of them as annoying and very forgettable.  Like one of those mosquito bites that itch for a minute and then disappear and you forgot that you ever had them. 

    I have thought to myself numerous times that if I were going to meet someone famous, I wouldn't want the type of encounter where you talk to them for thirty seconds, telling them how great they are and then they move on to the next person--and if you encountered them on the street the next day, they would never recognize you.  No, if I were to meet a celebrity, I thought, I would want to really meet them.  As in, have a really good, memorable conversation, one that they are not likely to soon forget.  As if I would somehow be important enough to their lives that they would put everything else aside for a while just to talk to me.  Well, okay, this dream is not totally dead.  I mean, crazier things have happened, right?

    My second confession is this: last night I may have actually become one of those said people that I hoped I would never be like.

    "Hi, I'm Don," he said with a grin.

    "I'm Meredith."  I shook his hand.

    "Do you want me to sign this?"  He reached for the tiny notebook in my hand.

    I handed it over, open to a blank page, feeling a little bit silly.  "Yeah, I didn't bring one of my books with me."  Why didn't I?  Who knows?

    "That's okay."

    As he signed it, I said, "Thank you for all that you do.  It's really inspiring."  A far cry from what I WANTED to say... I love your books!  They have changed my life!  I think about the Lifeboat Theory all the time and it's SO TRUE!  And your chapters on love brought me to tears.  Hey, I am also a writer!

    I can't remember what he said.  Probably something like, "You're welcome," or "Absolutely!" or probably something humble, because he's a humble guy.  Then he moved on to sign my roommate's book, which was open to her favorite page.  He noticed that a sentence was underlined and said, "Oh, you read it!"

    After that we all took a picture with him.  He was a friendly and gracious guy.  Someday, I would love to have a real conversation with Donald Miller.

    Until then, I have his totally awesome autograph in my notebook, and I will never wash my right hand again!

Saturday, 20 June 2009

  • Wrestling with Love

    I don't think I understand it, really, this thing called “love.”

    I do, but at the same time, I don't.

    Particularly the love that we are literally commanded to give toward God.

    We are told this is the greatest commandment—to love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.

    And all my life, it has seemed like just that—a commandment, a charge, a duty we are bound to pay.

    Oh, yeah, I'm supposed to love God most of all.

    Because people say that love is not a feeling, it's a choice. And in some ways, I agree with this.

    I think you can love a person without liking them, if you choose to act rightly toward that person regardless of how you feel. If you put that person's needs before your own.

    Isn't that a way of loving?

    And even when it comes to God—not every single day are you going to feel affection toward Him, but choosing to honor and obey Him anyway—isn't that love?

    But is that really all there is to it? Just putting someone's needs before your own, because you know you should?

    Shouldn't there be some heart involved—and by heart I mean, emotion?

    I think we are sort of brought up to believe that our emotions get in our way. And sometimes, they definitely do. But we are taught to control them, to act outside of them, to ignore them, put them aside.

    Forget your emotions and do what's “right.”

    And sometimes, absolutely, we must do this.

    But I don't think God would have created us with emotions if they were not important—or even absolutely essential—to our existence.

    Is love a feeling?

    Yes.

    I think so.

    It is not just a feeling, that comes and goes because we truly are, by nature, fickle creatures.

    We do have to continue to choose it.

    But there is a certain amount of affection that comes into play.

    I think God doesn't just want our robotic service because we know it's the right thing to do. I don't think He really looks on that as love.

    I think He wants our affection.

    If all He wanted was for us just to obey, obey, obey, wouldn't He have made that the greatest commandment?

    Obey the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul...

    But, no, I don't think that's what He's like at all!

    I think He wants us to want it.

    And so this commandment to love Him is really more than just a demand that we put Him first in our lives.

    I think it's an invitation to know Him.

    It's Him inviting us into His heart.

    Which is beautiful.

    Which is good.

    Which is not demanding.

    “Love does not demand it's own way.”

    This command is his way of saying, “The most important thing is that you know who I am, so that you will have a deep affection for me and want to put me before all else...with all your heart...with all your soul...with all your strength...”

    And honestly? The more I see glimpses of His heart, the more I do feel affection toward Him.

    I think if we accepted that invitation to know His heart, we would find this command so much less burdensome. He never meant to weigh us down.

    Even Jesus said, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

    Do we think that's a joke? Sometimes it seems like it.

    Yeah, right, Jesus. Are you serious? Look what you're asking me to do.

    But no.

    An invitation to know Him is an invitation to experience deep affection.

    And if you are truly, deeply affectionate toward someone . . . you will want to do anything for that person.

    And I think a God as amazing as ours does not simply want us to know Him and love Him just so He can get service out of us, either.

    It's His way of loving us back.

    Because He knows that our loving and following Him truly is the best thing for us.

    It fulfills our every need.

    It satisfies us.

    It causes us to live life to the fullest, as we were always intended to do.

    And so we are intertwined in this loving relationship with God—our loving Him satisfies His heart, and His loving us satisfies our hearts.

    Without this bond, this relationship, we are unwhole, incomplete, without hope for satisfaction.

    So this command to love God is really not meant to be one of duty.

    It's an invitation to life.


Tuesday, 17 March 2009

  • If You Only Knew...

    There is definitely something about lakes. Especially at night, when the weather is only slightly chilly, and the lights from buildings and houses on the other side carry across the water, reflecting off it's rippling surface. And when you have a campfire going next to you, and you are staring out across the lake, there is something deeply profound that happens inside of you. Maybe you can't really explain it, or maybe you begin to feel romantic, or maybe you just suddenly feel the incredible love of the powerful Creator washing over you, and you know that you were made for moments like this.

    My last such lake experience occurred a little over a week ago. On a Friday night, I was at Lake Tyler with Catherine and the little girls from work—it was for an adoptive families retreat, and Catherine wanted me to go with them. I didn't resent it—how often do you get paid to have moments like this? But as I found myself gazing out over the lake, longing for the day when I would be able to come to such a spot with my future husband, I began to think about how, inspite of all my fears and the trials of my life, if I really knew that I was completely loved by a man, I would be okay. I would be just fine—everything else would be like background noise.

    This may seem a little extreme, but it is undeniably true that there is a certain security that comes with being loved. With knowing that you are fully loved the way you are. That love sort of wraps around you like a security blanket, and it helps you face life with greater strength. Love is such a beautiful thing.

    But as I was thinking about this, I felt as though our Creator was whispering across the water to my heart, “If you only knew . . .” My mind drifted back to some of the things I have been learning and discussing and reading lately about the reality of God and His grace and what that really looks like. To be honest, lately the Lord's love has been becoming more alive to me. I think it's one of those things you can only really experience when you catch a glimpse of the amazingness of His grace—not the grace-mixed-with-works version that we are so often taught, albeit unintentionally, from the pulpit—but the grace that truly says you are redeemed from the curse of the law and you don't have to do anything but rejoice in it! This is the grace that makes you want to get to know the Redeemer. This is when you realize more how fully you are loved.

    I am only now just beginning to get it. But the truth of the matter is that if we only knew how much we are loved by Him, all of this need to be the best, all of the feelings of insecurity, all of the comparing ourselves to one another, would fall to the ground. Because in His love we find our identities. We find our worth, our significance. And if we could catch a glimpse of how great it is, we would know that we are exceedingly valuable, just us, just the way we are, individually. And this love would wrap itself around us like that security blanket and give us more strength to face the struggles of this world. Not to say that life would be easy—it never can be, to tell the truth. But with that knowledge that we are completely loved always before us, well . . .

    I can't help but think that everything else would be like background noise.


Sunday, 04 January 2009

Tuesday, 16 December 2008

  • Currently
    Velvet Elvis: Repainting the Christian Faith
    By Rob Bell
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    We have a dog!



    Her name is Mattie.  She's 9 mos old.  She was rescued from the woods out near Teen Mania somewhere a couple of months ago.  She's healthy now, but nobody knows what kind of dog she is.  When someone asked the vet, he said, "Well, what kind of a dog do you want her to be?"  Okaaay then... we say she's a pit-bull/lab.



    We love her.  :)

    Also... I'm going home for Christmas!  My amazing roommate, Beth, felt bad that I wouldn't be able to afford a flight home, so she talked to my pastor's wife, Melissa, about it.  And now my church is paying for the majority of a ticket.  It's so crazy, I can't even believe it.

    So this time next week I'll be with my family! :)

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