Thursday, August 22, 2013

It's not a popularity contest Part 3

"One early spring Darlene and I moved with our family to the country.  We needed to slow down.  We were looking forward to enjoying the beauty of our new place.
A couple of days after we unpacked, I was puttering in my garage when I noticed my neighbor hacking down a row of grapevines that rambled along a fence on our shared property line.  I had assumed that we owned the vines jointly.  Wasn't that how things worked in the country?  We already had visions of feasting on bucketfuls of grapes in the fall.
I walked over to say hi.  My neighbor, a large, white-haired man in overalls, wielded the biggest set of shears I'd ever seen.  All around him lay heaps of grape branches.
"You don't like grapes, I guess?" I said, trying to conceal my distress.
"Love grapes," he said.
"Really.  Well, I thought maybe we would be sharing the crop from this vine and I..." I hesitated.  Maybe it was too late to do any good.
He eyed my shiny shoes.  "You're a city boy, aren't ya?" he said.
"Not exactly, but I -"
"Don't know anything about grapes, do ya?" he broke in, and went back to hacking at the vine.
I told him I knew I liked the taste of them.  And I told him I had particularly liked the promising look of this row of grapes when I bought the place.
"You like big, juicy grapes?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Of course! My family does too," I said.
"Well, son," he said, "we can either grow ourselves a lot of beautiful leaves filling up this whole fence line. Or we can have the biggest, juiciest, sweetest grapes you and your family have ever seen."  He looked at me. "We just can't have both." ~Taken from "Secrets of the Vine" by Bruce Wilkinson
John 15:1“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. 
I look at that vine reference and I see my experience with people.  The old man hacking the branches knew a thing or two about grape growing, obviously.  He knew that the leaves of the branches were not the purpose of the plant.  And stretched out over long areas the vine would have more to take care of, so there was no focus on any specific area.    Had he let the vine expand the grapes would grow, but they wouldn't be the biggest and best the vine could produce.  They would be the result of a vine that just continued to spread out, with no focus on anything other than spreading out.

You could just accept this about the vine.  You could leave the vine alone and let it grow where it wants to grow.  Some vines just keep going and don't stop, even when it ends up in crazy places.  I had some experiences with grapevines.  Most of the vines were on the side of the road.  One grew down a rock wall that was lined with poison ivy.  Another was crawling up the back of a house across a busy road.  All of them were sour grapes.  They were pretty gross.  But no one ate them because of where they were growing and how they were growing.  They were never tended to.  They were left to fend for themself and instead of being pruned and the area weeded they became  smaller and smaller and eventually they all died.  I drive past where they used to be sometimes and there's nothing left to them.  Without the care they needed they perished.

See here's where I get confrontational.  People left to their own lives without pruning or tending to will eventually become as useless as those sour grapes.  Any grapes those vines produced weren't very good.  People who are compared to sour grapes are usually negative people.  And anything they produce is usually negative.

We all have things in our lives that don't really need to be there.  We all have habits that serve no purpose.

What this says to me is that God wants the very best from us, and to get that He's going to take His heavenly pruning shears and cut away the extra branches that are keeping the really good grapes from growing.  My desire to be accepted was getting in the way of me doing anything.  Every time I was rejected it was like I just really needed to make up for it... I didn't need to be accepted.  In fact, I'm willing to say being accepted is not a necessary part of life.  The only One we need to accept us is the One who created us, and that deal is sealed when we accept Him! From there on its just a journey of strengthening roots and branches to produce big, juicy, sweet grapes!

And what exactly do I mean by grapes?  Not the actual fruit, silly! No!  The Greek word fruit from this verse is translated to;   fruit, deed, action, result, profit, gain.
What Jesus was saying when He talked about the fruit we produced was our lives would change!  WE would change! Our actions would change, our deeds would change!  And from them would be profit and gain!

So when I say we don't need acceptance I really mean we shouldn't be seeking for acceptance.  That should not be our goal.  Our goal should always be a true relationship with the GARDENER.  He knows what it will take for our branches to produce the best, juiciest grapes ever!

What do I take from this?  I can't keep seeking out how someone feels about how I feel.  I can't keep relying on everyone else to feel good about myself.  The only thing that has done is made me WAY more self-conscious and has messed with my confidence.

So these books are going to help me move toward becoming a branch producing BETTER fruit, not just MORE.   So God wants me to have BETTER  ACTIONS, DEEDS AND RESULTS from the things He is already working on in my life.  There's no need to add anything right now, I just need to focus on the fruit that's already in my life!

It's not a popularity contest, Part 2

"I was born this way, this is who I am.  Accept it."

That's kind of the mantra of the people nowadays.  And on one side there's those extreme Christians who say you're going to hell if you give in to that kind of thinking, and on the other side there's those people who fight to allow people their freedom to be whoever they want to be.

Forcing acceptance on both sides, but neither get it, do they?  Those two sides are still fighting about who's right and who's wrong.  And it's all just arguments about lifestyle choices.  And not just by extreme Christians.  There are many people from many backgrounds fighting to tell others what's right and what's wrong.

Sometimes I think back to my school yearbook.  There was that coveted section with all the ways certain people stood out.

Most popular.. .Best dressed... Cutest couple... Most likely to be a millionaire... Class Clown...

I never made any of these lists.  I sort of stayed invisible.  Below the radar.  And sometimes I have a mental movie of all the changes I could have made to make things better for myself, if it were possible to go back.  I'd be the one everyone wanted to be friends with!  Best dressed?? No contest!  I definitely wouldn't be the chubby tomboy who wore her fathers jeans and never showered.  Ugh.. I cringe when I think about those days.    Nowadays if you wanted to act that way the motto is acceptance.  Accept me for who I am because I was born this way.

Um, ew, NO.  I highly doubt I was born to be like I was.  No.  Society shaped me because no one else was.  I had no idea who I was!  All I knew was what was around me.  But not fitting in any molds was extremely unsettling.  I tried to be many things and failed.  And when I failed at everything I tried to be I was finding myself depressed by this need of mine. Needing for others to like me was proving to be a pain because I just didn't fit the standards others were setting.

Have you ever found yourself caught between worlds?  What I mean is, not fitting in with any of the crowds out there?  Ahhh.. the outcasts.  Those no one else accepts.  The ones they look down on for not fitting in.

I was that person who did their best to fit in, but found myself not agreeing with the people that surrounded me.  I was so desperate to not be an outcast that I just couldn't speak out about my internal struggle.  I conformed.  I made myself walk like a sheep and talk like a sheep.  That's how I survived.

But now?  Somethings going on.  Those conforming tendencies are starting to feel shaken.

I don't think like most people.  And I still have a hard time fitting in.  I have deep convictions of how life should be lived, and constantly find myself up against people who just don't think the same.

I started reading the book, "Secrets of the Vine" because I was looking to grow my ministry.   I have the desire to be more effective, and that's why I teamed that book up with "The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People".  What I didn't expect was that these books were hitting deeper parts of my heart than just my desire to grow a ministry and my desire to be more effective.  They were hitting roots of things that I just didn't want to deal with.  Habits that I let creep back in, and gave excuses for?  Those were thrown into the spotlight.  Mindsets that were debilitating and constantly had me doubting myself? Those were also thrown into the spotlight.

The reason I started reading the books is no longer the reason I keep reading the books.  I headed into this thinking I could learn how to change people, but instead I'm being taught how to change myself.

It's not a popularity contest. Part 1

I've been doing a study these last few months on John ch. 15.. there's a book by the same author who wrote The Prayer of Jabez, Bruce Wilkinson.  This book is called, "Secrets of the vine" and it's part of his "Breakthrough Series"

Along with this book I've been reading "The 7 habits of highly effective people." by Stephen R. Covey.

These two books have really attacked a deep part of myself that I've been holding on to for years..
my need for acceptance.  

I get that this a fairly sensitive area for a lot of people.  And you could argue that this need is an important need to fulfill, but I'm going to throw something out there that is contrary to this belief.

Let me start years ago in middle school.  I was constantly down on myself because I just didn't seem to fit in anywhere.  I wasn't cool enough for the cool kids, I wasn't rich enough for the rich kids, I wasn't jock enough for the jocks, I wasn't girly enough for the girly girls and I had a habit of being loud and opinionated and goofy.  I had this natural desire to be a leader, I didn't like following others and people could see through my act when I did.  I was the kind of kid that liked to make my own tracks in the snow.  Any time I would try to conform to the people around me I was reminded that I was just not like most people.  Whether it was another person reminding me or my own internal desire to remove myself from whatever I was involved in there was always something separating me from the crowd.

I remember how little I cared about this when I was very young.  I was content in my own little world, I didn't need company.  But slowly I started feeling this tug to interact with people.  

I imagine I'd do quite well as a hermit.  I could get along living in a house in the middle of nowhere.  I'd have a horse to get around.. so I wouldn't need to depend on gas.  I'd make my own candles for light, chop my own wood for heat, tend my own garden for vegetables, raise my own animals for meat... I would live in my happy bubble all by myself.

The only problem with that? Just like the saying goes.. .No man (or in my case woman) is an island.  I realized that I wanted friends to share my hilarious jokes with.  I wanted friends to hang out with me, and I had to admit, it was awful handy to have another around to help me with chores or to carry heavy items.

Ok.  So I started to befriend people.  And little by little I realized how dependant I became on those friends. If they didn't like my clothes I'd change them.  If they didn't like how I acted, I'd change that too.  I morphed from grunge to Britney Spears wannabe (in my time Britney Spears was a much different person) in just a few months  Me being the kind of person I am I hated having to do this.  I was simple and easy-going.  I didn't need any fancy stuff to have fun, I would rather live in jeans and a t-shirt.  But my friends were not like this.  So slowly they'd stop being my friends.  I remember in 5th grade when I realized I wasn't cool.  My best friend stopped talking to me and I couldn't figure out why.  She didn't sit with me anymore and wouldn't even say hello to me.  The day I realized I wasn't popular was an awful blow to my self-esteem.  I wondered what was wrong with me.  Turns out I just didn't fit in with the in crowd.  I wasn't accepted in their group.

So began my internal struggle with myself.  

Thursday, August 15, 2013

A Poem from my past...

When you first took a breath, I first carried you. That's how I brought you through.
I held you and placed your feet firmly on the ground, I left you to learn to walk, and soon you knew and began to grow.
I held your hand to guide you,
because you did not know where to go.
With wide curious eyes you watched the world.
Your curiosity brought us new places, and I loved to watch you learn.
As a toddler you knew of Me, and felt safety.
My reality was never a question.  And as your personality came out I could see just why it was so easy to love you.
Although you were rough at times, I saw the part of you no one else could see.  The part you soon began to hide as you became older.
With your toddler years behind you life started to become more difficult.
Lessons learned seemed too much for you at times.  And you were often frustrated with yourself.
Years passed, and time seemed to harden you.
You became protective of a broken lonely heart, and although My love for you never changed, you did.
I remained over you, watching, but stopped being a part of you.
My realness seemed to become somewhat of a dream you had awoken from.
You let go of Me and lost Me in the process (or so you thought).
And when you reached out a hand to find mine I was not there.  There was a barrier between us.
I watched as your world changed, My name was no longer on your lips or in your heart.
This brought Me great sorrow, those few years that tried you the most had me in pain waiting for your return.
How I missed being by your side.
It broke my heart when your only recognition of me was to blame me for your pain.
I tried to tell you I was here to heal your pain.  But you did not hear me.
Every cry of desperation broke My heart even more.  I wanted you to know I heard every word.
You were always on My mind.  My thoughts were of your safe return.  Back in My arms where you belong.
But I knew you were too stubborn, you would pull through by your own strength.
Each decision on your own seemed to pull you down further.  You had lost your Compass, and so lost the Way.
Your spirit began to cry out.  I could feel such pain, but could do nothing until you came back to Me.
Life had hardened your heart though.
I knew I had to step in.
That's when you cried out to Me.
At that very moment I heard your cries, and sent the strongest angels who fought off what seemed to hold you down.
And although you could not see it, I was there in those nights.  Your struggles and sorrows became My enemy.  And I set the path again for you to find your way back to me.
Your story is not finished, there's still more to tell.  And I'm still here.  Waiting for you, with open arms.  Telling you to come home.