Writing

  • Asceticism

    The following is a paper I wrote for my world religions class:

    Challenge: A common theme among many religions is asceticism. Dictionary.com defines asceticism as “the doctrine that a person can attain a high spiritual and moral state by practicing self-denial, self-mortification, and the like” or “rigorous self-denial; extreme abstinence; austerity”. Over the centuries there have been many in the Christian religion who have practiced various degrees of asceticism. Although there may be practical benefits associated with some of the principles of asceticism, the objection I am discussing as the challenge of this evaluation paper is whether the Christian Jesus was promoting asceticism in the Biblical story of the rich young ruler.

    The Religion’s Response to the Challenge: The Biblical accounts of the rich young ruler occur in three of the four Synoptic gospels: Matthew 19, Mark 10, and Luke 18. In each of the accounts, a rich young ruler asks Jesus how to obtain eternal life. At first glance, it appears that Jesus responds by espousing the renunciation of material possessions and wealth as at least part of the equation for obtaining eternal life.

    If that is true, then a dichotomy presents itself for Christian interpreters and practitioners who claim that the incarnation, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ is the all-sufficient means by which humans obtain eternal life – apart from any work of their own.

    Many commentators do the “no, but…”-shuffle in addressing this question. At times appearing to talk out of both sides of their mouth. On the one hand, saying eternal life is obtained through the work of Jesus Christ alone, imparted as a gift of grace. On the other hand, using this story as proof that although the work of Jesus Christ is a gift, it is not automatically imparted to all and one must do something in order to obtain the gift.

    There are several suggestions provided by various school of Christians for how to obtain God’s gift. In addition to the necessity of believing, many use the story of the rich young ruler as proof that obedience to Jesus, following Jesus, and/or not valuing anything above Jesus is required in order to obtain the gift of eternal life.

    In that regard, many Christian speakers therefore use the story of the rich young ruler as proof that Jesus was promoting asceticism. They extrapolate similar implications from other Biblical Scriptures in order to further defend this claim:

    -The story of the poor widow who was praised by Jesus after he watched her give all her money to the temple (Luke 21).

    -The story of Jesus telling his disciples that whoever loses their life will gain it (Matthew 16).

    -The story of Jesus saying humans cannot serve both God and riches (Matthew 6).

    Final Evaluation: I have personally concluded that the idea of Jesus promoting asceticism in the story of the rich young ruler is not adequately defended. In fact, I think Jesus is not at all concerned about money or material wealth in the story of the rich young ruler. Rather, taken in context as communicated in Luke 18, I think the story of the rich young ruler is the center point of a chiasm consisting of at least the parables preceding and following this story. In fact, assessed in that regard, it seems even more obvious that the author uses these parables in combination to specifically communicate that Jesus was NOT promoting either material wealth or poverty as an indication of spiritual significance or attainment.

    In one of the parables preceding the story of the rich young ruler in Luke 18, Jesus talks about how a uber-religious man and a tax collector both prayed to God. The supposedly pious uber-religious man reminded God of all his sacrifices and good deeds and how he was so much better than a lot of other people. In contrast, the most-likely very rich and also very corrupt tax collector acknowledged his shortcomings and cried out for mercy. Jesus makes the point that the very rich non-religious man was approved of by God and rewarded for his humility.

    Likewise, in one of the parables after the story of the rich young ruler in Luke 18, the author of the gospel talks about how a very poor blind man cried out to Jesus for mercy as he was passing through a city. There were people around the blind beggar who were probably wealthier in terms of not only physical abilities but also financial means. Those people rebuked the blind beggar for his outcry. However, Jesus stops everything He is doing and focuses the attention of the whole crowd on this blind beggar and asks to speak with him. The beggar is brought to him and Jesus rewards him for his faith and restores his sight.

    The story of the rich young ruler is sandwiched between these two stories of both a rich and a poor man being rewarded. I think the point is not that Jesus is promoting asceticism but rather that the similarities between the rich and the poor man were that they both realized their need and that only God could solve their problem. They both approached God with empty pockets and open hands.

    In contrast, the rich young ruler knows he lacks something, but has not reached the point of realizing he is incapable of solving his problem. Instead it is clear that he insists on relying on his own power as he asks, “What shall I do to inherit eternal life?”

    In addition, in contrast to the blind beggar who identified Jesus as the Son of David (a Messianic reference), the rich young ruler refers to Jesus only as a good teacher. In making His point, the center point of the author’s chiasm, Jesus asks the rich young ruler, “Why do you call Me good? No one is good but One, that is, God.”

    In my opinion, Jesus is getting to the heart of the problem by using a reference of sorts back to the original problem of Adam and Eve in garden of Eden: before they ever ate the forbidden fruit, they doubted the goodness of God and took matters into their own hands. After they realized they were in need of help, they attempted to hide themselves in the work of their own hands. By providing a living sacrifice to cover them, God tells them their attempts to solve the problem on their own will not suffice. Later on, their sons repeat the same story in a similar way. Cain brings God the work of his own hands and his works are rejected. While Abel offers an accepted living sacrifice.

    Yet after all the centuries of the Jews preparing for the Messiah’s arrival by practicing the Passover as a picture of the ultimate true living sacrifice that will cover them eternally, Jesus knows that the rich young ruler is blind to understanding. So, Jesus meets the rich young ruler where he is at mentally and honors his struggle by using his own logic.

    First He answers the rich young ruler by saying basically, “Ok, you think external works are what you really need? Well, then do the external works you already know about”. In contrast to the humility of the rich tax collector, the rich young ruler proclaims to have already performed adequately. Yet Jesus knows he never would have asked the original question if he was satisfied with his performance.

    So Jesus then gets to the heart of the matter, quite literally. Again, using the rich young ruler’s own logic, Jesus basically says, “Ok, I’m going to show you how your misplaced faith is in the insufficient work of your own hands versus the goodness of God and the only sacrifice that will ever sufficiently cover you”. Jesus does this by telling the man: “You still lack one thing. Sell all that you have and distribute to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow Me.” Jesus is playing, for lack of a better term, devil’s advocate, in the sense of showing the man the end of his logic and himself. Always with the intention of drawing him into complete understanding.

    At this point of the story, the man walks away knowing he is not able to solve his own problem without realizing The Solution was right in front of him the whole time. Interestingly, many question whether this young man could have eventually repented (in the metanoia sense – a change of mind) and was either possibly Saul of Tarsus, Lazarus of Bethany, Joseph of Arimathea, or John Mark.

    There are several other layers to this story, but I think the stated arguments above show there is more proof for the possibility that the point of the story of the rich young ruler is the exact opposite of Jesus promoting asceticism primarily as a means of salvation and then in general. I think this story is rather yet another story about the hearts of man and Jesus and echoes what is recorded in Isaiah 30, as stated in The Message Bible: “God, the Master, The Holy of Israel, has this solemn counsel: ‘Your salvation requires you to turn back to me and stop your silly efforts to save yourselves. Your strength will come from settling down in complete dependence on me – the very thing you’ve been unwilling to do.’”

  • Thank You to My Fat

    Thank you to my fat for keeping me safe when I didn’t know how to keep myself safe. When people didn’t teach me my value or give me permission to protect myself.

    Thank you to my fat for keeping at bay even more people than have already used me.

    Thank you to my fat for being my eyes when I couldn’t see. When I was so full of innocence.

    Thank you to my fat for being there for me at times when no one else was. For comforting me when I didn’t know how to comfort myself.

    Thank you to my fat for protecting the child inside of me. Until she could raise herself up.

    Thank you to my fat.

    All this time you were guarding me while I was getting stronger and stronger. While I was learning so much.

    But now I feel the desire to reclaim more and more of my life back. I want to do so many things. And I want the energy and body for that.

    I know you’ll always be there for me if I need to go back. And I know the beauty you were for me even if all the others thought they saw was ugly.

    I don’t want to hate you. Or hate me.

    So, thank you to my fat.

    https://youtu.be/Xgtw8naazaM
  • Round and Round

    Round and round this desert, these deserts, until you’ve had enough. Until you agree with God about love and that you deserve so much… more.

    Round and round this desert, these deserts, for you. So that you’ll fight for your worth. So you’ll want more.

    Round and round this desert, these deserts, until you don’t need them anymore. To wake you up. To awaken the hunger inside of you. To keep you alive. To not let you go out like this.

    You insist on a hell. When The Promised Land is just on the other side. You say, “No, I’ll camp out here. It’s the best I’ve ever known. I’ll choose the hell I know over the fear of the unknown.” And why wouldn’t you, given your experience?

    But this whole earth, this whole universe is setup for your healing. It will keep on. There will never be a break. Until you reach for more. Specifically, for better.

    Until you value and love yourself like God loves you.

    Forget everyone else. This is about you.

    This charade, this parade. You know it more than anyone.

    The lies you have tried to deny. You know them more than anyone.

    Thrown in your face.

    You meant well. You took it. But what if all this time God has actually been working to help you to do different? To sing a new and better song?

    Does that scare you? Leave you vulnerable?

    Have you ever asked? Dared to get angry? Scream and cry out of frustration?

    How long ago did you shut down your heart and start living in your mind?

    You were jealous of me. I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. I didn’t see exactly what was going on. Bits, but not the whole picture.

    I’m sorry I discounted your feelings when you tried to communicate them. I didn’t realize all that was going on.

    You are not a slave. But yes, I would have ALWAYS agreed that YOU are allowing yourself to be treated like one. But I don’t look down on you for that. How would you have known much different? You were so young and this has been going on for so long. Forgive yourself.

    Dare to ask for more.

    You will not die. Reaching out for more will not kill you.

    Oh, there will be a death. But only what needed to die. What could have been taken off life support and buried long ago. When you didn’t know any better.

    Forgive yourself.

    Anything good will survive.

    Your God hasn’t given you relief in this prison because the doors are wide open. You were never meant to be comfortable here. There is still so much more life left to live. If you’ll risk it. If you’ll believe in a better God.

    If you’ll truly trust yourself and those you love, or those you’ve been attached to – if you’ll truly put them in your Creator’s hands.

    It either is or isn’t dependent on you. Which do you choose?

    I miss you. And you are loved.

    Almost everyone tries to tell you that all the time. Over and over. Why do you push them all away for those that don’t? The rare few that insist you’re not good enough.

    It doesn’t matter. You have to believe it for yourself. That’s the whole point.

    Be mad at God. Start there. See what happens.

    https://youtu.be/wCS3TCFLKnI
  • Vacation

    https://youtu.be/R8OfsUecLzw

    Some people spend a lot of their time earning enough money to run away from a life they have built for themselves. What if it is possible to spend time building a life we love? That we’re happy to be at home in? That we aren’t always dreaming about leaving, running away from, and being somewhere else?

    How often do you go sit in the church pews? To listen to how much God believes in you? Or how lucky you are that a god hasn’t killed you because of all your missteps and desires?

    What if all those desires aren’t something to moralize? What if they keep surfacing as guides in service to your healing? Not to necessarily be followed blindly, but at least seriously considered. Valued for what information they provide. If you dare to take an honest look.

    What could they be telling you about yourself? About those around you?

    And the million dollar question, what if there actually IS better out there for you? What if God wants more for you than you’ve tried so hard to settle for? What if that is one of the major themes passed down through scriptures?

    What if we were not loved enough by those that could have done better? What if we didn’t even realize how bad we had it? How much better it could be? When we no longer keep drowning ourselves in fear-obsessed indoctrination.

    Doesn’t your heart yearn? Doesn’t it know better?

    I believe in a good God. A better God than the one I was taught about ad nauseam for years, decades.

  • Any Wonder

    What on earth would ever lead me to believe that God, my Father, would provide for me? What example could I possibly look to for any hope in that respect?

    No wonder I picture a god lounging up in heaven, kicked back, eating grapes. Unbothered by any wrath his negligence may have me walking through. Doling out blessings to others, but not to me. Whoever will pay him lip service. 

    I was never the kind to suck dick or kiss ass in order to get something. At least I can say that. But more importantly, that also goes back to God. I find myself feeling resentful. Real talk. Not wanting to approach. Dreading that there will be something I’ll have to do to get whatever He has to give me. Also learned that from others.

    So I hang back. Dreading. Fear. This fucked up theology from the popularized “church”. Just like they told the people of old. That bad things will happen to you if you don’t “follow god”. And then if you take that as seriously as it implies, you spend all your damn time on edge. Checking, double-checking. Testing. Worried. What if you missed something? 

    Was that Job’s mentality? Is that the point of that story? The real beginning of the Bible? That if we just get the formula right, then we’re good, right? Then god will open up his coffers and we can actually enjoy life?

    I look to the people that still attend the church I used to go to. I don’t see them enjoying life at all. Most of the examples I can think of. There is this dread and fear hanging over them. I used to be there. This shell of a person. So focused on every thought and behavior. So “sin”-conscious. Completely consumed. 

    We used watered-down words like “discernment” or “testing the spirits”. But it was all based on fear. Power and control. Of life, situations, and even God.

    And let me be clear, this was taught from the very top. Prolifically. Obsessed.

    Ridiculous. But I was there also. And I understand how it happens. 

    But hey, why don’t you start telling me about Jesus? Maybe teach me about Jesus? Maybe you could fathom a universe where God could be bigger than my weaknesses, my failures, and the shitty examples that filtered down into me before I even had a chance to think for myself?

    Oh, but that’s right – you had shitty examples too. No wonder my healing journey led me to them. As long as I wanted to play that game.

    What if this whole time Spirit has been driving me to the point where I can say no to God without fear? What if that has been the real point all this time? All these years? Decades. 

    What if the whole point of all of this has been to get me to the point where I feel confident and comfortable with deciding what I want to do and going forward without fear? Knowing that either way, I am fully Loved and I will always be fully Loved. Knowing that God is happy with me. That God wants to see me create. 

    What if you had grown adult children that came back to you every five minutes to ask for your approval on every decision they made? Think about how that would look practically?

    “Dad, should I pick the blue color or the black color? Dad, should I eat chocolate or vanilla ice cream? Dad, are you going to be mad at me if I choose to listen to this over that?”

    Can you imagine? Your adult child would have to be calling you every other second. Would you get tired of it? What would you tell them?

    Maybe, “I love you, child. I will always love you. I am more interested in seeing what you want. I want you to be free to create the life you want. I trust you. I’m here to help you if anything doesn’t work out. And even when it does. But, go; feel free. You have my blessing.”

    When ego isn’t driving.

    So, I finally stopped. I took a big risk. Monumental. I told God “no”. And I told God exactly what I wanted. And I am going for what I want. Now without fear. Now confident that God fully Loves me no matter what. Free to finally enjoy this life.

  • Exposed

    I used to base my decisions almost exclusively on what I thought God wanted. Until…

    Sometimes I think God plays “devil’s advocate” to get us to the end of ourselves. Or maybe more specifically the end of our thinking that can be less than helpful. This is what I believe was happening when Jesus told the rich young ruler to give up all his money to the poor and follow Jesus.

    All to say, having been raised in a religious community my whole life, this has been one of the most difficult things to break out of. So ingrained. I call it witchcraft now. When you try to figure out the “spell” or the “potion” to try to basically twist God’s arm to do your bidding. A formula. Well-intentioned most likely.

    Back and forth. This way and that. Something would work. And then nothing would work. Why?!

    I think the answer was in the madness. On purpose. So the frustration would drive me to the freedom I didn’t even know I needed.

    Why do I keep posting playlists of songs recently? Because I want to! I finally found something of me that always existed apart from religion. My love for music.

    I remember that girl. The one who used to go to CD stores and flip through the cases. The old way. Where you went to the front and listened on the stereo before purchasing. Where new music was much harder to come by. You actually had to immerse yourself in a scene. Work for it.

    I remembered just the other day another thing that existed for me outside of religion: rollerblading. Oh my gosh, I used to love rollerblading. Jumping off things. Going so fast. Getting the perfect surface. Roller hockey even.

    You might not get it. You might not understand. But I am becoming a person again. Finding myself. After basically being in a cult for decades. I didn’t even realize it.

    My personality was lost. There were several good things to come out of those experiences, but I lost who I was during that time. It has taken me so long to now understand that religion isn’t a personality. It isn’t a person. I am unique. And I lost that when all I thought about was what God wanted.

    These last few years have been so frustratingly silent. I cannot explain how irritated I’ve been. At my wits end. Because I wanted and didn’t feel like I was receiving any direction.

    Maybe I reached for straws. Maybe I wanted to see and hear something. Anything.

    Silence. Just this one question in response to everything, “What do you want?”

    I feel like an elementary school child. Given the keys to the mansion. To a billion dollars and a private island. Do whatever you want.

    First I do nothing. Then everything. Then swinging wildly back and forth between the two until I find a rhythm. Find a groove. Find what works for me. Fighting fear the whole way.

    One time. One time things got so bad when I was working for an incorporated religious institution, that I found a crumb of self-worth, of valuing myself. And I left. I walked out.

    I remember that night so vividly. Literally dancing in an empty room. Freedom! I could breathe. Finally.

    But it was too overwhelming. The next day I had to stand up for myself. And I did. But then felt immediately suicidal. (Don’t worry, this was over seven years ago.)

    All to say that was one extreme. And the other looks like doing ONLY what I feel like doing. What I really want. But then being allowed to fall in that also. Why, God?

    To show me. To grow me. To help me get where I’ve actually prayed to be. Even if I find myself fighting the process for what feels like every step of the way.

    This is not some arbitrary theological discussion. Not just intellectual belly-gazing. This is everything. Anything. Whatever is done or could be.

    Now I think I see. When you ask yourself what you want, you are exposed. You find out so much. You discover what is important to you. You start to see what really motivates you. You start to understand that sometimes you’re not the person you want to be. Not living the life you want to live. You’re reintroduced to yourself. You find yourself. For better hopefully more than worse. Even if the changes you decide to make won’t instantaneously yield a completely comfortable life.

    You better get used to discomfort if you want to do this. You better acquaint yourself with navigating failure. But even that is answered prayers. I learn to love and forgive others, to have compassion, when I finally stop thinking those going through hard times are just lacking in religiosity.

    I was a pompous ass before. Thinking I was above everyone because of all my religiosity. Always having simplistic bullshit answers for anything. Then I think God let me get my feet kicked out from under me. Sat my ass on the ground. If I’m so smart, then just snap out of it. Right? Just pick myself up and get back on “top”. Right?

    Reality. A dish sometimes served best super cold. Haha. I’m grateful as much as it has absolutely sucked. I’m not the same me as I was several years ago. The old “off with their heads” bag. I’m better for it, but damn this was a big bitter pill to swallow.

    Things aren’t binary. But God gets to the heart. To the finest points of healing. To make us better. Ultimately for ourselves in the long run. Of course along with all the others.

    We pray for these things. Remember that. But also remember that above all you are loved. So much. Just as you are.

    And fire purifies. What is being burned off is only what can be left behind. The best you. The one you forgot about. The one you will love, is waiting on the other side. Of course it’s a journey. But better days are ahead if you commit and see this process through. If you can let go of the means to the end. Trust God’s heart for you and lean in.

  • Experience

    (This content is also available on my YouTube channel: https://youtu.be/zQuzS3dSrmM)

    Lately it seems to become more apparent to me that people need an experience of Jesus more than knowing about Jesus.

    I’ve talked until people have stopped listening and turned the other way. It hasn’t worked. I’ve told so many people. Out of my excitement. Wanting to celebrate especially with those that I love. But it hasn’t worked. Nobody has listened. Really listened.

    I think the only thing that’s going to break through is Jesus. So I am starting to specifically pray that people will experience Jesus.

    We see this sometimes. I think of a video of Jordan Peterson brought to tears. Surely if a man could know about Jesus, then it would be that man. I can’t speak for him, but something has changed. Did he have an experience with the real and living God?

    I’ve done all I can do. I’ve worn myself ragged. It hasn’t worked. They need Jesus. We need Jesus.

    When is the last time we prayed to experience God? At the level where it registers. Where we can hear. And hopefully see. Where our heart is undeniably quickened.

    This God is still alive. This God is still able to do the miracles we heard of in times past. This God is still very interested in us. As interested as always. God hasn’t retired. God isn’t just sitting back and playing Sudoku while the world burns up in flames.

    Some things survive the fire. Some things are purified by fire. But even that isn’t the point.

    I think of Jesus. Waiting for Lazarus to be dead in the grave. Not just lukewarm. But cold. Is that what is happening now? Is Jesus letting us get to the end of ourselves? Is our failure actually factored in? It was before. With Judas and the rest. God didn’t count on their faithfulness. Quite the opposite.

    Does that mean there is still hope for us? I wish there would be a revival in the sense that people across the world would just put down their efforts and look up. Just admit that we didn’t get this one right. And ask for God to intervene. To fix all of this. To help us see and hear in such a mighty way that at least these current generations would be hard-pressed to deny.

    Science hasn’t brought us joy. Intellectualism hasn’t brought us beauty. Moralism hasn’t awed us awake.

    We need You, Jesus. Loud and clear. Bright and warm. We need You, God. We need You, Trinity.

    You love us, I am now sure. The coin doesn’t lose its value just because it is lost. Please help us see again. Please help us hear. Please help us love.

    We need a resurrection.

    Amen.