Monday, 6 May 2013

I would never have eaten the apple...


On this beautiful bank holiday, as my husband was outside building decking, my train of thought wandered from decking to gardening to gardens to the Garden of Eden and man’s initial sin. A totally normal thought pattern of a May bank holiday. I thought back with a due sense of shame and embarrassment at the arrogance and naivety of my youth. I remember pondering the Garden of Eden scenario at a young age and being utterly convinced that in Eve’s place I would never have eaten the apple.

Oh how wrong my teenage years proved me. Of course I had sinned pre-teen but if ever there was an apple to be eaten, it was during the puberty ridden, hormone fuelled, angst defined years that the gobble fest took off. It is clear to me now that the Eden story is each of our stories. Whilst I believe it is true, the story transcends the garden and the tree of knowledge has become every lie, lust and illegitimate longing in our lives.

But back to Eden. I allowed myself to pursue my previous thought and wondered what would have happened if Eve hadn’t eaten the apple. What other ways do people respond to temptation? I came up with four other responses, three of which arrive at the same devastating end: sin (falling short of God’s plan for us).

If I, in all my apparent wonderfulness, had not eaten the fruit, I would have probably done what I did when I became a Christian: avoided that area of the garden altogether. Now the bible clearly says to flee from sin and temptation BUT, and it is a big but, it also says that we are to be IN the world. It is good practice to avoid obvious temptation but if we cut ourselves off from the world and live in a Christian bubble, this throws up lots of other issues. God wants us to tell people about Jesus, who himself befriended many whose lives were publicly sinful. If we avoid everything tempting how can we grow in self-control and a reliance on the Holy Spirit?  If we avoid whole areas of the world, are we truly living in the freedom of God and taking on our great commission to spread the good news? To let the notion of sin dictate your every life choice reeks of the misunderstanding that sin is external and can be escaped if only we can hide from the world. It refuses to see that sin is in us. To avoid the tree in the garden would have been to reject God’s invite to go anywhere and rule everything and if we are outside God’s plan and ignoring His desire, is that not sin?

The practical and self-sufficient side of me would have decided to chop the tree down. I can picture it now, the smug, self righteousness of every swing of the axe as I delight in how holy my destruction must look. And I have swung that axe. Before being a Christian (and since if I’m honest) I would, often with a hangover, declare the need to better myself. I will give up smoking. I will give up drinking. I will read more. I will get more hobbies. I will stop hanging out with those people. I will lose weight. I. I. I. And that is the problem. When ‘I’ is the most used word in your vocabulary there is a huge problem. Our entire culture is based around an inflated sense of self (notice how I is the only vowel requiring capitalisation when it stands alone). However, it took very little time to realise ‘I’ could do very little and the unreachable targets I set were destructive to my soul. Without God’s help we can cut down trees but never get near the root of the problem. It will feel good and the effects will be evident at first but the stump remains as a constant reminder of our failures. God does not want us to work alone and when we do we inevitably feel disappointed or dissatisfied.

So if I didn’t eat the fruit, avoid the tree or cut it down I think I may have started to get a little bit too crazy about a tree that looked similar. Liking a similar tree looks like this: I’m not looking up porn but I am looking up holiday shots of exes on facebook, I’m not sleeping with him but I am doing everything else, I’m not gossiping but I am sharing everything they told me so we can ‘pray’ for them. It’s all the grey areas, all the close to the liners, all the areas that are just shy of what we think of as actual sin. Liking a similar tree is usually coupled with a pious sense of being in the right. It stinks. God hates it. And the fact that we convince ourselves that it’s not sin is even worse. If it looks like the naughty tree and tastes like the naughty tree then it might as well be the naughty tree.

The only way to avoid sin, and the fourth response to temptation, is to fix your eyes, fully, on God. If Adam and Eve had done this then they would have not had time to listen to the snake or more importantly they would have known that God’s heart for them was one of pure love and faithfulness, which would have made the snake’s lies redundant.

My main problem in the past was fixating on sin. I was either bent on doing it or avoiding it or overcoming it and all the while ‘it’ was my main focus. Such is the world today. People look at Christianity as a list of rules and things they can’t do.

Having a daughter has helped me to get passed this. I looked at her yesterday, my heart bursting with love. I looked at her perfect, chubby body and her innocent eyes and I prayed that only a man who fought and won her would ever hold her heart. I looked at how fresh and healthy she is and prayed that she wouldn’t let excessive alcohol or smoking or drugs poison her. I prayed she would know how precious and valuable she is so she’d never be envious of others. I prayed she would know that she could tell the truth and experience the freedom that brings. I prayed she would be safe, know her worth and know she is loved.

This is only a fraction of the Father’s heart for us. His rules are there to protect the children He loves. As I sat and cried over my daughter, knowing in the depths of my heart that whatever she does in life, whether good or bad, I will love her just the same, it became apparent that the only reason I don’t want her to do certain things is because I know they have the potential to hurt and damage her. What good parent would ever want that for their beloved child?

God knows what is best for us. But if we don’t know Him or trust Him, His guidance is misunderstood for oppression or manipulation. How wrong that is.

Draw close to God and know His love for you is unchanging regardless of what you do BUT, and it is the biggest BUT of all, He does know best. Take ‘I’ out of your vocabulary for one minute and replace it with ‘You’.

You, Father, know what is best for me.
You, Father, love me more than I love myself.
You, Father. I want to walk with you.

And on that walk, the trees become somewhat insignificant. 

Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Look who's preaching


The dangers of the media are well known and yet the negative influence it has on us as individuals, and corporately as a nation, is astounding. It has become the golden calf that we’ve erected. We each pooled the riches of our time and money into constructing a false god that only serves to destroy us.

I spend so much more of my day with this god than the God I claim to worship, letting adverts wash over me and tell me what I need to achieve happiness and be liked by those around me. I read trashy mags. which reiterate that message and surf the Internet, which is saturated with ways I can improve my life. The media is a relentless preach about my insignificance and worthlessness and there is always just one more thing I need to get in order to be happy. Like Alice down the rabbit hole I will be chasing after the impossible for the rest of my life to achieve happiness or validity this way.

So why do I allow this god to drown out the voice of the real living God? Why do I fall for the lies and truly believe that losing two stone and buying that dress will sort out all my problems?  Perhaps because I don’t spend enough time listening to the truth and the voice of my Father.

Instant gratification shapes this nation. If you want an answer: Google it. A dress: buy online. Food: ring a take away. Travel: drive/fly/ train/bus. Life is about being satisfied and quickly. God offers complete satisfaction but sometimes we have to wait.
Psalm 27:14 Wait on the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.
We are NOT a nation who waits. As a whole most of us are impatient for satisfaction, whether we’re aware of it or not.

However, here is the reason I am going to try and spend more time with God and less time with the shiny, glamorous and wholly vapid god called the media.

·      I’ve had cellulite since I was a skinny 14 year old. The media tells me this is ugly and I should diet/buy expensive cream.
God tells me I’m wonderfully made.

·      I have stretch marks (some from fluctuating weight and some from being a mum). The media tells me I’m ugly.
God tells me He sings over me.  
·      I’m two stone heavier than I was before Phoebe. The media tells me I’m fat one week and curvy the next. Pictures of girls like me are often ridiculed and used as the before picture. I don’t overeat or over drink but in the media’s eyes I’m ugly.
God tells me my body is a temple and my beauty enthralls Him.

·      I can’t afford Top shop let alone designer. The media tells me to get a credit card and do everything in my power not to wear last season.
God tells me not to worry as he clothes even the lilies of the field gloriously but he loves me more than them so I’ll get what I need from Him. 

·      I’m ginger. The media ridicules me and has caused a nation to do the same. I’ve been teased, kicked, had food thrown at me and been asked whether I would abort if I knew my baby was ginger too.
God tells me He knitted me together and like all creation thinks I am good.

·      I live on a council estate. The media says we’re all dole scum.
God tells me I’m seated in heavenly realms.

·      I’m a low grade and therefore low paid teacher. I care about young people and I’m passionate about my subject. The media says we’re to blame for young people’s behavior, lower grades and social decline.
God tells me I’m a co-heir with Christ; He defines my status.

·      I’ve lied and cheated and slept around and done drugs. The media tells me I’m a statistic and would love to shove me on Jeremy Kyle to be shouted at and shamed.
God tells me I’m forgiven and free.

I won’t be giving up TV forever and this is evidence that I’m on the internet but I know that to feel secure and good about myself I need to spend more time with the God who loves me. Who is with me? 

Friday, 21 December 2012

Who has the Xmas factor?

Who has the Xmas factor?

Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year. I'm who every festive advert is aimed at. I fall hook, line and sinker for every M&S food ad, watch every soppy Christmas film and eat my own body weight in mince pies. But I sometimes get so caught up in Christmas that I forget why I celebrate it. Whilst I love the childhood feeling I still get at the thought of a reindeer-led sleigh pulling a jolly, red suited man along whilst he deposits presents to every child as much as the next person, this rotund hero has become somewhat of an imposter at Chrimbo and the true hero can be forgotten. 

Like Santa, Jesus came quietly and very few saw him. Like Santa, Jesus was given gifts: gold, frankincense and myrrh not whiskey and mince pies. Like Santa, Jesus offers us all a gift: salvation, forgiveness and an inheritance in the riches of heaven. 

But there the similarities end. Jesus did not play it safe and live in a cosy toy factory although his carpentry skills were no doubt second to none. He lived a tough life and died a torturous death in our place. And the other major difference of course: Jesus is real and alive! 

I asked myself: would people know about my relationship with Jesus by the way I celebrate Christmas? It reminded me that ages ago I wrote a poem about identity and it seems relevant to share it at a time when flashing lights, wrapping paper, materialism and general frivolities can distract us from celebrating our Saviour's birthday. 

Identity

My question: Who am I? My problem: My identity.
Wanting them to see that the best is what's meant for me,
The question: What's the best? The problem: Where to look?
My first hook sex and drugs before I opened up God's book.
 
The question of  identity - what makes me who I am?
Friends with the King of Kings yet forgetting his plan.
Jesus died upon a cross so I could be free.
But I feel like the best me when I'm wearing Abercrombie.
 
Why is my focus so out of perspective?
The truth is too big, restricting my reflective
Understanding of God's grace. So I build my golden calve
Worship money and a lifestyle: split my heart in half.
 
Aesthetic identity will only disappoint
Equally no answers can be puffed through a joint
You held up a mirror; I turned and forgot
But your love transcends our fickle hearts; your mercy is our lot.
 
It's not about the money we carry everyday
It's trust in you that shapes me; it's yours anyway.
I know you'll dress me better than the lilies in the field
My promise is you Lord, so to you I'll yield.
 
You've broken the chains of desires that bind,
I'll throw off false trust in wealth and mankind.
It's all about you; help me to give all of me.
So you're my first thought, my identity.
 

I plan on enjoying Christmas to the max and I hope you'll join me in raising a glass to the Birthday boy and toasting King Jesus on what is, afterall, His day!



Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Parenthood

Today I realized that being a Mum has helped me understand God's heart for us. Being a Mum is the hands down best experience but it does not come without costs. I read a hundred things about pregnancy and giving birth but was not prepared for what happened after. The wondrous love is, for me, accompanied with incessant anxiety, a sense of helplessness and a lingering feeling of guilt that I'm not up to scratch in this new role and that's just the emotional side. Day to day there's the nappies, and the many times the nappies are redundant and instead the code brown situation goes head to toe, the sleepless nights, the cries when they are dry and fed and burped and you've no idea what to do. For me there was also the horrendous mastitis, allergic penicillin reaction and abscess incident which meant hospitalization and separation for my little beauty. For many there are so many other things that make being a mum hard work.

So would I do it again now , knowing what I know? Of course. There is nothing about the costs that detract from the awesome, transforming feeling and energizing, uplifting power that Phoebe's smile gives me or the cuddles that make everything worthwhile. Whilst the leap is substantial I was pondering today on how God made us knowing that there would be huge costs. And the biggest cost of all was sacrificing his Son for us. Now it is border line heretical to compare the cost of my horrendous stretch marks to the cost God experienced for us but I realized today that any sacrifices made for your children, whilst painful at times, always seem worth it because love cancels them out. It's helped me remember why God loves me. Not because I've earned it but because I'm His child and he chose to have me.

There's a song that says: 'and did He see there in the straw by His head a thorn? And did He smell myrrh in the air on that starry night?'

Of course the answer is YES! God knew the fullness of the cost He would pay to win His children back even when Jesus was a tiny baby. The truth of that floors me. His cost puts all of mine in perspective and His love for me will make loving Phoebe easy whatever future cost that brings.