I’ve learned a great deal about myself lately. Mainly, that i’ve reached my limit. At first it was kinda awesome. The opportunity to be a voice, to say things that I felt mattered, to add a spiritual tag onto life issues. I felt like my voice was important. After all, i’m somewhat educated, somewhat aware of the reality of life, somewhat able to distinguish truth from fiction, somewhat able to connect a lucid thought to paper. In a sea of opinions, mine matters. At least that is what I believed early on.
Life is outta control these days. our OCD’ness as a society has us bouncing from one issue to another at such brake-neck speed, we are looking more and more like a bee than people. This situation needs my perspective, this crisis needs my thought, this, this, and this. I was so quick to offer up insight, because of my inherent awesomeness, that I failed to understand the ramifications of the crisis I had just addressed.
A friend mentioned a couple weeks ago that there seems to be an expectation for pastors to have a specific opinion on certain things. This stuck with me. His words made me realize how I had expected this from myself, and while certain issues should be identified and expectations made clear, the truth is, our specific message gets lost in the noise of opinion.
Those who are striving to enter the narrow gate are not as concerned about “civilian matters” as Paul called them, rather, those who find their potion in Christ have a lower tolerance for noise and information for information sake. The broad gate is filled with opinions of politics, rights, what I deserve, fitting in, compromise and popularity.
Distinctives are less and less popular today. Unless you’re referring to sexual identity, and racism. Even in Church, we find ourselves being more about attraction and entertainment. And it has become a cry of a culture as the #metoo movement has been uncovered within the Church. I think we all believed there were issues, but to the extent of what has come out from the darkness has been alarming.
Yet. This remains. The Gospel of truth, hope and forgiveness. We must plant our our flag on scriptural integrity and the distinction of faith in Christ. This is, after all, a spiritual process. These are spiritual issues. In a world of information that is available through a device that holds our attention through out the day, we must retreat from the cloud of connection from time to time, to reacquaint ourselves with the pace of love and grace.
Theres grace available. Grace to slow down, to be ok with not being the voice of a generation, to be ok with not being so plucked in, to lose the stress, to not care if your status is not liked.
Theres grace to sit in His presence and be loved, as His child. His joy. His heritage.