Thursday, February 21, 2008

In which we cross a milestone

We've crossed a major milestone this week. We're finished breastfeeding.  And yes, I'm a wreck.

We've been on just one feeding a day - at bedtime - for months now (Anne is 18 months old). But Anne has been winding down on her nursing (or "nummers" as she calls it) for the past month or so. She'll just nip on every other night for a snack but really hasn't been dependent on it for a long while, preferring her food and drink or blankie or books. Some night she was too busy and other nights, she'd run over and say "Nummers".  So it's been more of a comfort thing. This last week, she just didn't really bother before bedtime. So she hasn't nursed all week long but I never thought anything of it as I've been rather tired and out-of-sorts myself.  But last night, she had a bit of a meltdown (well, actually, I had one first and she just joined in). So before bed, I sat down to nurse her for comfort. She wouldn't lay down and wasn't at all interested. I didn't really realise what was going on so thought it was just the wrong position or something. After wrestling with each other for a while, it suddenly dawned on me that she just didn't want to nurse - and that she hadn't nursed for a week. She then reached over and covered me up and hopped down. She went over to her own bed and said "Sleeps". So I just lifted her into her bed and she popped her thumb in - off to Neverland.

Meanwhile, I went out to the living room and cried. I don't remember the "last time" I nursed her. I've spent hours and hours of her life, nursing her and holding her, a million memories and quiet moments together and yet I don't remember the "last time" now because it ended before I thought it would. It seems we're really done.

Breastfeeding has been my favourite, favourite, favourite part of parenting so far and now this stage is over. Right from the first hour I gave birth to her, we've had this special connection. There was nothing more satisfying that feeding my daughter, seeing her grow, knowing that she was healthy. Over the months, even nursing a squirmy toddler has been fun. And I just can't believe that she's finished. I was still crying about it this morning when I told Brian about it (he was at class last night). We had a good cry in the bathroom together but soon Anne came in and sat down on the potty.  So then we turned around and cheered ourselves hoarse over her newest accomplishment. She clapped along at our obvious delight and even got to flush the toilet herself.

I think I see glimmers of my future ahead. Me still clinging to her while she, unwittingly and easily moves on, grows up, changes and leaves me a little more every day. I might have a lot of moments like last night; realising that we've crossed a milestone and grieving while she, blissfully unaware, just keeps moving forward.

 

 


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Tuesday, February 5, 2008

In which I am preparing for Lent

So today is Mardi Gras which means tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. (Boy, Easter is falling very early this year! I was surprised when I realised this weekend that Lent is almost upon us.)

Some of you might remember that over the past 3-4 years, Lent has become a rather significant season for me. In preparation for the celebration of Easter, the Christian church has traditionally entered a season of repentance. Some Christian denominations or churches don't practice this ancient ritual for a myriad of reasons. I never grew up practicing Lent myself. But it's become important to me. I usually attend an Ash Wednesday service and then fast something for the forty days. Traditionally, one should fast meat and a meal or some sort of food. But it's become a bit more open because it's being adopted by us non-Catholics. So people will fast anything from the Internet to books to sex to alcohol to television shows and so on. I think that the idea is to fast something that you will miss in your life so that whenever you would normally be prompted to say, check your email or eat lunch, you spend that time in meditation, contemplation, prayer and worship.

I'm praying today about what to fast for the season. I know that today is usually the day of excess(!) as people prepare for Lent but I think that's kind of missing the point. So I'll take today to pray and wait on God. I always find this season of 40 days as one of heightened awareness for me spiritually.

When I consciously make space for God in my life, it's amazing how he fills it to overflowing.

One of the things I've incorporated into my life over the past several years has been the practice of liturgy from The Book of Common Prayer and prayers of the Daily Office. I can't say that I'm religious about it (pahahahaha!) but I do practice it. And it's brought such richness and depth to my worship. Man, any nondenom charismatic that disparages the Anglican liturgy must not have read it - it's nothing but Scripture!

The big thing for Ash Wednesday is the imposition of ashes (when the priest makes the sign of the cross on your forehead with ashes). This is done to remind us of something that we don't like to recall: we're going to die. Pastor Andrew from Peoples Church wrote this: Now even though many of us would say that we're not afraid of death, the truth is that when we start thinking about what death really stands for and what it entails, we're very afraid of it. The destruction of our uniqueness, the destruction of any meaningful future, the destruction of what is beautiful about us, the destruction of our relationships, the destruction of our ability to contribute. I mean c'mon! You can't tell me people aren't afraid of those things! Those are the anxieties that haunt people in their sleep, and at their core, they are anxieties about death. And it is these the anxieties about death that lead people into activities that destroy them! In short, one of the basic human struggles is facing death in ways that give life.

It made me think of this verse I've always remembered in Psalm 90:12 "Teach us to realize the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom." The world has corrupted that into a lame "carpe diem" mentality that makes people jump out of planes and have sex with people they shouldn't but I think it's become much bigger than that for me. When you live like you don't have forever, it gives you wisdom to pursue what truly matters. When you face your mortality, you concentrate on what will be immortal.

When one is confronted with the fact of their own demise, there is usually a reckoning that takes place. So that's how I see it - this is just one season of my life (40 days isn't that long) and it's my opportunity to repent and prepare the soil of my heart for the gloriousness that is Easter. It's meant to mimic a "dark night of the soul" when we wrestle with our faults, our failings, our shortcomings and hurts; to lay them at the feet of Jesus and be reminded of our need for a Saviour.

One of the prayers that has really come to matter to me is the Confession of Sin that we do corporately:

"Most merciful God, we confess that we have sinned against you in thought, word and deed, by what we have done and by what we have left undone. We have not loved you with our whole hearts; we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves. We are truly sorry and we humbly repent. For the sake of your Son Jesus Christ, have mercy on us and forgive us; that we may delight in your will and walk in your ways, to the glory of your name. Amen."

At Ash Wednesday services, we usually read the Penitential Psalms such as Psalm 51.

Generous in love—God, give grace! Huge in mercy—wipe out my bad record.
Scrub away my guilt,
soak out my sins in your laundry.
I know how bad I've been;
my sins are staring me down.

You're the One I've violated, and you've seen
it all, seen the full extent of my evil.
You have all the facts before you;
whatever you decide about me is fair.
I've been out of step with you for a long time,
in the wrong since before I was born.
What you're after is truth from the inside out.
Enter me, then; conceive a new, true life.

Soak me in your laundry and I'll come out clean,
scrub me and I'll have a snow-white life.
Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,
set these once-broken bones to dancing.
Don't look too close for blemishes,
give me a clean bill of health.
God, make a fresh start in me,
shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.
Don't throw me out with the trash,
or fail to breathe holiness in me.
Bring me back from gray exile,
put a fresh wind in my sails!
Give me a job teaching rebels your ways
so the lost can find their way home.
Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,
and I'll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.
Unbutton my lips, dear God;
I'll let loose with your praise.

Going through the motions doesn't please you,
a flawless performance is nothing to you.
I learned God-worship
when my pride was shattered.
Heart-shattered lives ready for love
don't for a moment escape God's notice.

Make Zion the place you delight in,
repair Jerusalem's broken-down walls.
Then you'll get real worship from us,
acts of worship small and large,
Including all the bulls
they can heave onto your altar!


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Monday, February 4, 2008

In which we're gonna HAVE to start a church - no one will hire us

Yes, it's true. Last night, Brian and I came to the conclusion that the reason why we're going to have to start/plant a church is because God knew that no one will hire us.
With an undergraduate degree from Oral Roberts University (epicentre of charismatic thought) and a masters degree from Regent (epicentre of non-charismatic thought), we've discovered that we're damned if we do and damned if we don't....or because we did and didn't.
Basically, we're not charismatic enough for the charismatics anymore and too charismatic for everyone else!
Something that not a lot of people outside of our tradition (nondenominational, autonomous, charismatic churches) understand is the inherent suspicion we have of education. Our tradition arose out of an experiential expression - basically, the taking of the Gospel to the working class desperate for an experience with God. Charismatics of course can be found in almost every denomination because it basically means that we believe that the 9 gifts of the spirit (charismata) that Paul discusses in 1 Cor. 12:1-14 (wisdom, knowledge, discerning of spirits, prophecy, faith, speaking in tongues, interpretation of tongues, working of miracles and healing) still operate today. Most mainline denominations within Christianity believe that most, if not all, of those gifts were just for the early church and are no longer in operation.
We're often confused with Pentecostals since that was our "root" but we tend to reject the absolutism of Pentecostalism (such as the elevation of speaking in tongues in particular like saying "speaking in tongues is the only baptism of the Holy Spirit" or "you have to speak in tongues to be considered 'truly saved' and other horsesh*t like that. Plus most charismatics not within Pentecostalism reject the literalism and legalism of the denomination.) We actually started as a renewal movement within mainline denominations but it appealed so much to the "ignorant and uneducated" that it seemed to scare off the intellectuals rather quickly. As time went on, charismatics have kind of split into two camps - those with a more evangelical tendency (like Vineyard churches) and those in the traditional "Word-Faith" camp like Kenneth Hagin, Kenneth Copeland et al where most of the controversy lies. Most people within Christianity are aware of the fact that almost all growth in Christianity these days is within the charismatic/evangelical movement. And not just within the western world but throughout Asia and South America and Africa, there is a groundswell renewal and revival taking part, usually accompanied by the signs, wonders and miracles associated with charismata.
When most mainline Christians think of charismatics, they think of the old time revival preachers in tent style meetings, begging for money so that God can give you "100 fold return". They think of spectacular healings, chaotic meetings with people jerking and shaking, falling to the ground and yelling in tongues. The truth is that, while those things do go on, it certainly isn't prevalent or the norm. (Side note: Most of us are quite a bit more normal than that, just for the record. For instance, I believe in the 9 gifts of the spirit, but I don't hoop and holler in strange languages, nor do I slam people into the wall while praying for healing.)
As a result of these things, charismatics have been seen as the "black sheep". Initially, the mainline groups ostracized us saying in effect that they didn't think we were even Christians, let alone part of the Body of Christ. At the very least, they treated us like the part of the body that they are ashamed of. This resulted in a hard tack away for us. We became suspect and entered into an "us vs. them" mentality. We were excluded from conversations, when someone within their group had a charismatic experience - either divine healing or an unexplained word of knowledge or even *gasp* speaking in tongues - they were quickly silenced or kicked out to the alley with the rest of us. This resulted in a deep and abiding suspicion on our part of mainline denominations and therefore, their theology. We were left without a lot of theological foundation or scholars even. In that vacuum, some crazy theology developed - some crazier than others (does anyone else remember the Gold Teeth thing of the late 90s? Oy.).
Within that void, we developed the opinion that those that were not charismatic lacked the leading of the Holy Spirit, perhaps lacked the "full expression" of the Spirit and what's more, lacked the true life changing power of God. And that meant that we grew to accept the belief that not only was it okay if a preacher or a pastor was uneducated theologically but that it was, in fact, preferred. We believed that if you went to seminary or anything more formal than a year or two of Bible school (at one of the accepted charismatic centres such as CFNI or Rhema etc.), you were at risk of "losing your fire" or losing your conviction. There was a tacit understanding that people in seminary didn't believe in what we believed so if we went there, our conviction - our "fire" if you will - would be sucked out of us. We saw mainline denominations as stuffy, snooty, trust-fund people. Liberals that hadn't worked a real day in their lives. They were richer than us. They went to prep schools. They wanted religion as long as it didn't mess up their plans. They wanted the Gospel to fit their lives where as we fit our lives into the Gospel. We were passionate, throwing ourselves headfirst into prayer, fasting, missions work, caring for the widows and the orphans while the United Church, Anglicans, Presbyterians and Methodists sat in their beautiful churches. We scoffed at their "social gospel" that didn't "set people free" or "get them saved" from eternal damnation. After all, what profits a man to gain the world but lose his soul? we reasoned.
There's about 100 years of charismatic history for you.
Now, decades later, mainline denominations are seeing the growth of evangelicalism and particularly charismatic Christianity. Now that the class warfare aspect of it has (hopefully) worn off, a lot of mainline denominations are welcoming the discussion of charismatic gifts. They were becoming more open to different expressions of theology. They are recognizing that we are, in fact, part of The Body of Christ. And they are experiencing the same things we are and preaching things that sound suspiciously like our doctrines. Things like the importance of the Word, the necessity of a personal, deeper relationship with Jesus and even *gasp* that Jesus is active today and able to actively lead us.
But we've already taken our ball and gone home.
Now that the rest of the Church is opening the door to us, our attitude has become "Too little, too late, Jack."
In the "old time" charismatics, there remains that suspicion particularly of education at a non-charimstic/evangelical school.
So that brings us up to me and Brian.
Since we started our journey a few years ago that eventually lead to Brian enrolling at Regent for his graduate work, we've discovered that most of our friends and family members and fellow-charismatics are downright worried about us. Everyone from our pastors to our families to our dear friends, have reservations about the road that we are on. Some have been more overt while others just check in now and then with a "still speaking in tongues?" They quietly question our other friends or parents about whether or not "we've changed" since we went to seminary. Whether or not our questions are leading us away from our roots (yes in some cases, no in others). We have felt others say seemingly poisonous comments about education or theology or our journey within postmodernism with a smile and the "concern of a brother/mentor/friend". A double check on our reactions to see if we'll take the bait.
I think that we are a bit on the hinterlands right now for charismatics. Our friends and mentors trust us but they are watching us closely. They're worried that we'll lose our fire or worried that we'll forsake our tradition. We feel a sense of suspicion from some people. Particularly, that they have "no use" for Regent. (Of course, that just baffles me. If every single Christian could sit in just one of Ross Hastings' classes, I think the world would be plunged into revival never before seen. It's Gospel, baby and it's changed our lives! In a way, we feel like for the first time, we're really understanding the full Gospel of Christ, the true narrative of God, the POINT, if you will. It's like it was a puzzle - our background gave us some pieces but we needed this to create the whole picture.)
There is a group of charismatics that are theologically sound (imagine that!) and well-educated, able to sift the grain from the chaff when it comes to our charismatic theology. (I like to think Brian's one of them...) There is tremendous opportunity for charismatics. We have a lot of the "fire and passion" but lack the strong theological foundation. A lot of times our preaching or our corporate worship is limited to "practical life application" or simple, easy to grasp concepts. That doesn't make it wrong just narrow. There is tremendous breadth and depth within theology.
What's funny is that, contrary to popular belief, we've actually become more charismatic since being in seminary. We've definitely changed our theology in certain areas, dropping some points off and adding others. But we've never been more convinced of the activity of the Holy Spirit across all denominational lines. We're seeing the connectedness of the Church. We are seeing we have so much more in common than we ever thought.
I see that there is a group of us - mainline and outsiders - that are sick of labels and infighting. We simply love God and yearn for restoration of God's people. So who cares if you speak in tongues and I don't? While we still hold to the main points of our tradition, we have truly rejected the cultural aspects of charismatic/evangelicalism. We question those cultural conditionings that we've been taught are jsut part of our theology. I think that that's part of the reason why theologians are desperately needed in our charismatic, evangelical non-denominational churches - to call bullsh*t when need be! We tend to major on the minor things and take a ghetto-mentality, sequestering ourselves from life. We've allowed some dangerous theology to enter into our consciousness but have been unable to identify it.
However, there is the stigma of being an ORU couple. In Regent, Brian is quite the novelty. In his classes, people and professors want to know what he thinks. His friends have said to us (without meaning to be snotty), "I never knew a charismatic could be so brilliant!" They literally had never even met a charismatic before. It was almost funny. They are fascinated and a little repelled by our tradition but eager to learn. They ask questions like "How could I hear the voice of God?" and "What do you mean when you say that you 'felt called' to such-and-such?" Oral Roberts University on your theological CV is almost as off-putting to them as Regent is to us. They think of things like "Name it and claim it" and "If you don't give $8 million bucks, I'll die tonight in the prayer tower" (thanks for that, O...). Quite the notoriety to contend with!
We feel certain that church-planting is in our future but we don't know if we'll do that first or if we'll take some more time to work within established churches that then plant or what. We do know we love to pastor and can't imagine doing anything else - with all it's headaches. But we realised last night that on Brian's CV, he's unlikely to inspire confidence from either side of the room.
It's like we're standing in the middle, trying to straddle and unite. Which might mean that's why we don't feel like we fit on either side anymore!

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