Clutching the Hem

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Sometimes it feels as if life is simply more than we can handle.  As if our heart has been strained and pained, for so long, that it is no longer able to drive life through our veins.  Often the pain and struggle has continued over such time extended that it is as if we have been drained of the blood that quickens our circulation, strengthens our bones, and enables us to simply breathe.

Weakened and hurting we struggle through each day, head and body bowed under the weight of hopelessness.  Dragging our self along, our hands cling frantically to the ground below us in an effort to find something to hold onto – that we might pull ourselves forward for just another day.

We lift our faces in raw desperation searching for something that will allow us to breathe again with ease… something that will stop the painful flow.  But we’ve been bleeding and shamefully stooped so many years that it seems as if relief will never be within our grasp.

It is during this most difficult time that we must summon the fortitude, and the courage, to break through the crowds of placating words – or ugly criticisms – and reach with fierce determination for Him.  We must clutch the hem of His garment and we must gather strength. We must evoke life.  We must draw power.  And we must not let go.

We must refuse to allow our grip to be loosened or our fingers pried away until we have regained power… we can stand steady… our breathing is no longer labored… and the hemorrhaging in our wounded heart has ceased.

Clutch His hem as if your very soul-life depends upon it.  For during the suffering times of loneliness and pain it is the only thing that will make us whole.

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Luke 8:40-49

 

[42b] …As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him. [43] And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her. [44] She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.

[45] “Who touched me?” Jesus asked.  When they all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.”

[46] But Jesus said, “Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me.”

[47] Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed. [48] Then he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.”

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Spiritual Anorexia

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Spiritual anorexia.  An unhealthy, yet seemingly common, condition.

An anorexic is one who stops feeding self and becomes dangerously thin.  Skin and bones.  Flesh without meat.

The anorexic’s perception is skewed.  When an anorexic sees self in the mirror, they see fat – fullness – breadth -weight.  They see substance that is, in reality, not there.  Unfortunately, there are many Christians who do the same.

In themselves they see “fatness”, spiritual health, substance – and they often want others to know of their great and divine girth.  There’s boasting of more depth in their life, more knowledge, more revelation and insight.  Greater relationship with God, greater “fullness of the Spirit”, greater capacity for the “meat” of the Word.  These are the points for applause in their lives.

However, the great, spiritually fat and healthy picture that they see in the mirror is in contrast to what others see.  In the life of a “full-blown” spiritual anorexic, their own words may be the only things that are, indeed, grand and swelling.

If the fruit borne in day-to-day living does not reflect the heart and character of God then the facade of spirituality is demolished.  The supposed substance and meat are stripped off to reveal an unhealthy heart surrounded by diseased flesh and dry bones – an empty life disguised behind inflated words and a swelled head.  And when the exterior is peeled away and the heart is truly laid bare, the inner health of a person is ultimately revealed through everyday life and actions.

James 1:22-24 speaks of a person who looks at himself in a mirror, steps away from the mirror, and immediately forgets what he really looks like.  Why?  Because he listens to “the Word” but chooses not to act on it.  Thus he deceives himself.  So goes the spiritual anorexic.

But at times we may all suffer from a degree of Spiritual Anorexia.  We look into the mirror of scripture and we see the truth about ourselves but distractions, excuses, or personal choice causes us to immediately forget what we’ve seen.  We pick and choose which parts we are willing to honestly see and obey.  Thus we allow ourselves to be deceived and spiritual anorexia begins to seize our heart.

Is there a cure?  Absolutely.  But the cure is not a quick or pleasant fix.  For to be cured we must be willing to examine beyond the outside, beyond the positive opinions of others, beyond the praise and affirmations that we may receive, beyond the self-elevating views that we’ve adopted.

We must delve into the depths of our own hearts, allowing the spotlight of the Holy Spirit to reveal even the deepest, darkest, innermost decaying chambers.  We must be willing to look closely and to see… truth.  And then we must be willing to repent.  To humble ourselves, admit our pride and our gross exaggerations of self, and cry out to God for Him to heal the disease within.

Kill the Beast!!

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Here they come.  You can see them outside the window of your heart as you attempt to hide. They’re gathering supporters in the dark and getting closer.  Carrying their torches and their pitchforks.  Their voices growing louder as they come near yelling.  Shouting.  Thrusting their fires of anger into the air crying “Freak!”, “Traitor!”, “Monster!”.  And then the dreaded roar as they rush forward screaming “Kill the Beast!”

Your crime?  Struggling.  Falling.  Failing at something.  Causing the way that they see you to change.  The expectations that they had of you have been shattered.  And so has your image.  How dare you defy what they believe about you?  How dare you mess up?  How dare you embarrass them?
You are now a failure.  Ugly.  A monster worthy of dragging into the streets and ridiculing – persecuting – abusing in front of the world.  You are nothing short of a hideous beast!

Ever experienced this?  You fail at something and your heart is shattered and broken.  You hide behind your pain because you are ashamed and hurt.  Struggling to forgive yourself.  And to make things even more difficult, your judges seem to be beating down the door to shame you further.  It can make for a challenging recovery.

In those times you can often count the number of those who still love you – unconditionally – even in your “beastly” state – on one hand.  But that hand is critical.  In times of falling and failure it is vital to keep hold of those who are able to look past the mistakes into your damaged heart and are willing to listen, to love, to help, heal and restore.  Whatever you do, don’t push them away.  Don’t hide from these.  Don’t ignore the hand that is reaching out to help in the midst of chaos and judgmentalism.  Grab hold and don’t let go.

And when the fires of anger have subsided – when the soul-piercing shouts of judgment become silent, when the crowd of vigilantes has disbursed and you feel safe again – walk out from the rubble.  With a humble heart, and head held high, take step after stumbling step, hand in hand with those who have been willing to endure the chaos that has resulted from your failing.  And go and tell.

Tell of the obstacles in your path, that you didn’t avoid, that brought about the stumble.  Tell of the turmoil and struggle within your own soul.  Tell of the pain and humiliation of falling… of the endurance and determination that led to recovery and restoration.  And tell of the wonder of unconditional love that has led you out from the rubble.  Your telling may be the salvation of another.

But most importantly remember.  As you see another stumble and fall, remember how you hid and watched the angry mob swarm to persecute you and resist the urge to pick up a torch of judgment and join the crowd yelling “Kill the Beast!”

A God Thing In the Rubble

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One of my best friend’s house burned this past weekend.  The fire started in the rear bedroom and burned so hot that it collapsed the floor and burned everything in the basement.  In the basement had been stored boxes of books that belonged to me…and books are one of the things that I absolutely treasure.

I have learned so many things from reading.  In reading a book I can go places in my mind that my body may never be able to travel.  Words paint pictures in my mind.  I “feel” the heart of the writer when I read.  And God shows me so many things – beyond the written words – in even “every day, ordinary” books…  I absorb those things into my heart like a dry sponge.  Words, especially written, are one of the things that speaks to the very depths of my soul.    So books are a treasure to me.  And now most of them were gone.  Lost in a pile of charred rubble.

I went with my friend to see her home after the fire.  As we stood outside and looked down through that bedroom window into what was left of the basement below, lying on top of the blackness – outside of the pools of black water – was one of the most important books in my life Heart of the Artist.  It’s a book about creativity and the heart of God, worship versus performance, servanthood versus stardom, accountability, and how God can use the heart of the artist to reach into others’ souls and touch even the very deepest and darkest places with His love and His light.  And there it was.  It’s full-color cover was still intact and it stood out to me in the midst of the darkness surrounding it.  And God spoke to me, about my life, through that image…

In the last several years, the things that had brought me feelings of security, those things that I had considered stable in my life, had collapsed.  Things that had been comfortable and safe were gone.  Things that I had invested my life in were no longer there.  All had been lost in the rubble of a world that had fallen down all around me, charred from the fires of conflict and anger, seemingly destroyed.

And for the last several years I’ve cried… watering the rubble that was my life with my tears.  Tears of shame for the marriage that I had lost.  Tears of guilt for the failure that I had become to my children – not living a life that I was willing for them to follow.  Tears of grief for the ministry that I loved passionately, and was no longer able to do… no longer “fit” for in my mind.   So many tears in the last few years.  So many days and nights weeping for things that I had lost hope of ever being restored.  Unable to forgive myself.  Unable to recover, rebuild, or even heal in some of the wounded places of my heart and soul.

Yet as I wept I yearned for that closeness with God again.  I longed to sense Him.  To feel His touch.  To KNOW that He was still there.  That He still heard.  That He still loved.  (Knowing this with regards to others was easy, but accepting it for myself – one of the impossible things in my own mind).  I ached for some kind of confirmation that I was still “worth-it” to Him… that His gifts and callings – in my life – were without repentance… that my heart was still His and His hand was still on my life to minister to others – to use those creative passions in my own heart to touch the hearts of others.  This has been my painful journey for the last 5 years.  Tears of black water over a life of rubble.

Then today I see, untouched, The Heart of the Artist in the midst of a pile of crumbled, charred, tattered debris.

And although my heart is not untouched by the destruction in my life, God showed me – through this simple image – that my heart is still His.  It can be restored.  “Full-color” creativity can be uncovered and recovered by Him.  My gifts and talents are still intact and He still sees me worthy to carry those gifts.

I am humbled by the reminder that in the midst of the rubble that has been my life of late, God can still use the heart of this artist to reach into – and touch – the hearts and souls of others with His love and his light.