Tuesday, October 26, 2004

BlogPsalms

BlogPsalm 1 can be found here.

BlogPsalm 2

I worship you, Almighty God; there is none like you.
I will sing you praises with my lips;
I will glorify the Lord with exuberant joy and with endless thanksgiving.
As day turns to night, and night back to day,
so will I ever shout the glory of my God.
He leads me along paths of righteousness,
And does not rage when I stumble.
He gently walks beside me, clearing a way for my timid feet.
The Lord is good: his mercies extend for generations.
For generations, his love bursts forth bringining joy and peace and gladness
to those who call upon His name.
For this, your love, your love to me, I can not but sing.
I can not but shout the glories of my God.


BlogPsalm 3

Hallelujah!
Let the children of the King of Kings rise up in celebration.
Let them sing the praises of their Lord with endlessjubilee.
Rejoice! Be glad! The Almighty is He who saves.
The Almighty One is the lifer of heads,
The healer of hearts,
The mender of brokenness.
He will come and He has come;
His hand is open to all who come.
Let the Glory of the Most High reign!

Sunday, October 24, 2004

A Holy Resonance

I just got back from attending a worship service. It was the first worship service I have been to in three years that was sensitive to the leading & the prompting of the Holy Spirit. I was overwhelmed. To even try to describe the feeling of refreshment, encouragement & love I felt from the Holy Spirit as I was led into the very presence of God would be useless—words can do no justice. I stood there at the back of the sanctuary weeping, overwhelmed with joy as a child who has been reunited with a beloved parent from whom he'd been separated for years.

A couple things struck me, and I am always forced to stand back in awe when the Holy Spirit moves in my life, confirming to me things that I previously have either though or spoken. During the service, the worship leader stopped and said that, "Birds never learn to fly unless they are forced out of the nest. Look at your own life and see what the nests are; what is holding you back from entering into a deeper relationship with Christ? You need to let go..." and fly. The other thing that impacted me was a song which we sung later on in the service: "All Who Are Thirsty"
All Who Are Thirsty

Words and Music by Brenton Brown, Glenn Robertson


All who are thirsty
All who are weak
Come to the fountain
Dip your heart in the stream of life
Let the pain and the sorrow
Be wash'd away
In the waves of His mercy
As deep cries out to deep

Come, Lord Jesus, come
Come, Lord Jesus, come
Come, Lord Jesus, come
Come, Lord Jesus, come

As deep cries out to deep
As deep cries out to deep


Chew on this, if you will, and consider it alongside Today's post #1...

Unchaining the Phoenix

I skipped church today. I skipped church because I had a rehearsal for my midterm group project scheduled at the same time as church was in session. I was actually secretly glad that I had such a water-tight excuse. I skipped church not just because I had school obligations, but also because part of me eagerly desired to be away from church—and not just the "Sunday let's get together and sing happily" church either—total Christian interaction.

Lately, within the past month at least, I have found Christian interaction very draining. I go to church & feel like it's worse than going to a low-paying job that provides no satisfaction. I hang out with Christian individuals and—not only do I leave feeling very alienated, but I also feel discouraged and burdened, as if several sacks of flour were heaped on my shoulders.

For some reason, this makes me think of my Christian-related experiences in Grade 9. The most beautiful girl in the whole school—so she was called—was in both my Grade 9 French class and my Grade 9 Drama class. She decided to become a Christian somewhere in the middle of the first half of the school-year—kind of around this time, but many many years past. My previous human experience had taught me up to that point that making any definite response to any person, regardless of who they were, would only result in personal agony and strife. If you had asked me a "Yes" or "No" question, the only answers I'd ever be willing to give you would be "Maybe," or "I don't know" accordingly.

After she became a Christian, she continually sought me out for friendship, companionship, advice & the like—I think because I was the most obvious Christian in the school, what with me wearing this semi-large nail cross around my neck while always carrying my Bible around & reading it when not doing schoolwork. Throughout the year, our friendship grew and so did her faith. It was exciting to see new growth in a place that you never expected. By the end of the year, our friendship & her spiritual growth started to become a thing to discuss throughout the school, and it started to get others interested in Christianity as well—not only new interest, but renewed interest too.

One of our final projects for Grade 9 Drama was to create a short movie for class. She & I and two other of our classmates worked together on a Christian-themed "what would it be like at the end of the world" video, which we were hoping would increase interest in the whole Jesus get-up.

Working on the project was quite interesting. She, I, a pastor's daughter and a guy who occasionally came to my youth group were all working together in & out of class on the project. Good Christian community was built. It's odd, because there was one day that I remember clearly when we were working on the filming that ended up with us shooting throughout the lunch hour. I hadn't expected this, so I came along without a lunch. We stopped for a break to stuff our faces and new Christian girl turned to me with a sandwich in her hand saying, "Lucid Elusion," (well, she actually used my real name, but...),"As I was praying last night, I got the idea to make you a lunch so I asked God about it & prayed if I remembered about making you a lunch in the morning before going to school, that it would be a confirmation that He wanted me to make one for you. So when I got up this morning, I remembered about making you a lunch & here you are without one!"

That was cool: Christian community and Faith in action—not to mention a tasty meal to boot. After the following summer, we didn't really hang out much anymore: she was going to a different church and we didn't have any of the same classes in Grade 10, not to mention very different peer groups to begin with... But anyway, that memory speaks to me of Christian community, because she demonstrated to me Christ's love: not only in bringing me food, but also in being open, in being willing to learn & listen, in demonstrating to me that one can be accepted for who they are without having to worry about being attacked by everyone around them. After that year, I began to answer questions more directly & clearly: there was no longer such a need for as powerful a self-defensive stance towards the world. People could indeed like having me around.

In my senior high years, things changed & grew. I was the leader for my church's youth group in Grade 10—leading Friday night events and Wednesday afternoon Bible studies. I started attending a second church in the evenings on Sunday in Grade 11, when pretty much all youth from my church besides my family moved away. I was one of the directors of a youth drop-in centre that the local youth pastors & I spearheaded in Grade 12. I was giving words of prophecy to the leaders of my Sunday evening church after I graduated. Christian community was—on the whole, I think—good. Mind you, I never felt totally accepted by my Christian peers at school, but people older & younger than me loved me tonnes. I never really ever felt "at home" at my Sunday morning church—the one I went to with my parents. I felt alienated by the "cool" Christians & I felt condemned as well for being too hard-core Christian. But on the whole, in the grand picture of things, I still had a small support group of Christians who supported me & believed alongside me for greater & grander things from God. There was a group of us who were never satisfied with run-of-the-mill, status-quo Christianity—we were always begging for more: to go deeper, further & longer into Christ & our relationships with Him.

The other night—I think it was Wednesday, or early Thursday morning—I happened to see an old friend on MSN whom I haven't actually laid eyes on in over 11 years. We talk occasionally on MSN & stuff, but not too often, since he's gallivanting in FlatLand doing what he's doing (this past summer, he was doing an archaeological dig in Jordan) and I'm here over being disgustingly busy with everything that I am doing. I started talking to him that night, but it turned out that he was at work & that his girlfriend was actually online. That was the first time I had ever met her and by the end of the conversation, she had told me pretty much the bulk of her life story, the dirty laundry and everything. It was wonderfully refreshing to have someone open up & dump on me. I miss it a lot. That's not to say that it doesn't happen often; it just doesn't seem to happen as often as I would like. In the past year, I think two other people—just strangers off the street—approach me and tell me the sorrows of their life stories. The year before, I think 5 or 6 did. Besides those 3 strangers, one Christian opened up to me in the past year. Last year, none. The year before, one. This one was the first since Grade 11 who opened up to me (the time between the beginning of Grade 9 & the end of Grade 11 were what I refer to as the "Golden Age" of Christian community in my life). I go to church seeing people around me who are obviously carrying baggage but the largest response I get from them is "I don't feel like talking to you"—whether it's about personal stuff, or even if it's a light, airy-fairy "how's the weather" conversation.

I dislike going to church because it depresses me. I feel shoved away from true community in the church, whereas if I go into the world and surround myself with non-Christians, they line up in droves to sit and have a meaningful conversation with me. I don't know why this is.

I find hanging out with Christians draining & "Like tedious work" because I get the feeling as though I have absolutely nothing in common with any of them. I struggle. I hurt. I screw up. I screw up lots. I eagerly desire a meaningful relationship with Christ—one with power and purpose. I strive to encourage my fellow Christians in their walks.

When I hang out with Christians—typically my age peers, and not so much with my "historically superior" peers—I feel patronised, judged and shunned.

It is like talking about how one's walk with Christ truly is is comparable to openly fornicating in the middle of the service with multiple partners.

Contemporary Christianity—in my current sphere—seems to mandate that a Christian "has arrived" spiritually to be considered Christian.

The suits & ties and frilly summer dresses of our parents' generation have been replaced with a God-forsaken veneer of holiness, a film of pleasant deception, a coating of whitewash on mouldy tombs. To scrape away that outer layer is sacrilege, tantamount to heresy & punishable by excommunication.

I like non-Christians: they don't pretend that they have it all together. They are willing to be vulnerable, open and honest about how crappy their lives are. Truth is refreshing to be surrounded by.

I want to soar. I want to fly with eagles' wings. I want to run and not grow weary. I want to walk and not be faint. I desire to see others do so as well, but how can I? How can we, as Christians, if we forbid the discussion of locomotion, aerodynamics and flight? How can we loose these chains of self-defeat if we're not allowed to talk to each other about cutting torches or lock-smithing?

Going to church—for me—is like joining an aviation club filled with pilots, wearing their aviators & bomber jackets, who have never placed a foot in a airplane in their lives, yet they all tell these wonderful stories about flying. And as soon as you ask any one of them how to fly, or what the inside of a cockpit looks like, you are met with ardent resistance: "That's not something I want to talk about."


Christian community, in order to be effective in producing strong Christians and a powerful church, needs to let go of these powerful, self-defensive stances. We need to become vulnerable and open to one another. We need to trust that the community will support us in spite of our shortcomings. We need to be honest. Why else would we be admonished in the Pauline epistles to treat each other as though we were brothers & sisters, fathers & mothers? If we do not let go of our fear of rejection, our Christian experience will be limited to "Maybe"s & "I don't know"s.

So? What's your answer?

Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Why I Hate Christianity

So, I'm supposed to be reading my textbook right now, or working on either of my major projects that are due within the next ten days, but I feel like writing instead. I think it may have something to do with the visual / literary nature of my character. Perhaps. I also rationalise this diversion from "homework" because I would have been using it in rehearsal time, but since my scene partner pulled a no-show on me, I will write instead.

It has been a while, I think—or at least it feels like a while—since I have written an entry into this online log of activity in the realm & existence of one Lucid Elusion. Much has transpired; and much of it dissatisfying. I am becoming increasingly disillusioned with the constructs of contemporary Christianity: I look around & see that the church not only fails to meet its mandate, but it instead works to undo the progress it has made in the past. I watch myself surrounded by people who claim to be loving, pro-social, pro-community proselytes while in action, they bicker, squabble & steadfastly grip to the notion of "Me first; you, if I feel like I'm in the mood."

For the past 10 or 11 years, since I began to really take my faith seriously & since I began chasing after God with everything I am and have (though I do not claim I have done so consistently, contiguously, nor unwaveringly), I have often struggled with the Church—so much so that I have seriously considered renouncing my affiliation with the greater "Body of Christ" under the reason that that which claims to truly be the Body of Christ in contemporary society in fact does not act accordingly. Instead of promoting love, selflessness, community, peace & accord, fidelity & solidarity, etc. this institution seems to champion judgmentalism, ostracisation, pride, strife, discord and destruction.


I hate it.


Christians have transformed Christ into a self-promoting status symbol. Church today is a fraternity or a country club, where people of the same narrow-mindedness congregate in order to delude themselves into thinking that their actions & their perspectives on everything contain more authority than that old leather-bound book in the corner which no one believes is really true any more because it speaks nonsense, because what it says doesn't jive with their understanding of Jesus, because what it says is contrary to what they want to believe.

I look around myself, and I see my world. I am steeped in two very disparate "communities." At school, I am surrounded by what I would go so far as to say are the most hurting, the most beaten-up, the most outcast people on campus. These are my associates in the creative arts—both faculty and students. Conversely, in my non-school world, I am surrounded by the most pretentious, most plastic, most self-righteous people I know. These are the Christians. They don't see themselves in this such light because they stick to themselves—like turtles with their heads in their shells.

Colin Blakemore & Grahame Cooper, in 1970, undertook an experiment to study the effect that environment has upon the development of visual perception. They took newborn kittens & placed them in an absolutely dark environment, removing them only once a day for 5 hours, where they placed the kittens in a large tube which had either horizontal or vertical lines running across the walls. They even went so far as to place a Plexiglas platform in the middle of the tube, where the kitten would be placed so that it wouldn't be exposed to any edges or corners in its environment. After doing this for five months, they tested each of the kittens for perceptual acuity—showing the animals images of bars in varying orientations. Blakemore & Cooper discovered that if the animal was reared in an environment that only contained vertical lines, it would only respond to vertical bars—any other image would be ignored by the kitten, as if it did not see it. These results were the same for those kittens reared in a horizontal-bar environment (ie, they would only pay attention to horizontal lines). Any stimulus that was presented to the kittens which was opposite to that which it had been previously exposed caused absolutely no neural activity at all.

Christians have spent too much time looking at Christians. They have spent so much time in their own little circles that their perceptions have become horribly skewed and markedly distorted. The "Church" has lost its capacity to help the poor, to act in faith, to effectively preach the saving power of Christ, to wield the power given it because it does not recognise anything outside of itself. A hurting individual walks into a church, looking for acceptance & love because that is what they were told would be offered by a body of believers. He gets, instead, pushed to the side of several small crowds—ignored at best, but more often,asked to move out of the way because another group of Christians wants to use the space he occupies. He tries the proactive approaches: he goes up to several groups & tries to make small talk, but he is either given the "cold shoulder" and is ignored or he is met by active resistance by those in the group because their circle is already filled to capacity. Trying another angle, he seeks to get actively involved in the ministry activities of that church, which is easy for him to do because it requires that one give up some of his or her free time to be involved in this fashion. Some of these ministry activities are monopolised by certain circles, which proves—again—to hinder his integration. Others are considerably less desirable to be a part of, which allows the outsider to enter into a professional relationship with a few individuals in the church. But the hurting outsider, whether he be male or female, Christian or non, is not looking to engage in a semi-professional group. He could easily do that at work, or in the community or in a sports' team. The reason he has come to the church is to look for acceptance, healing & love. He remains unfulfilled & his needs remain unmet.

What happens to Joe Newcomer when he encounters contemporary Christianity? One of several outcomes: 1.) He becomes so disgusted by the self-centered nature of "Christians" that he leaves the church with a bitter taste in his mouth, refusing to ever associate with the representatives of Christ & his love ever again. 2.) The poor fool, not knowing any better, becomes a Christian and over a longtime—due to his sheer persistence in the community—becomes absorbed as one of them, which culminates in his distorted perception of the world, forgetting where he has come from. 3.) The poor fool becomes a Christian, starts reading his Bible & retains his real perception of the world & the wonderful love that has been bestowed upon him, which causes a great amount of upset in the "Church"because he is doing things differently & because his thoughts are alien to the group, further enhancing the stone-wall of rejection that he was greeted with upon his arrival.

Look around you: are you—if you are a Christian—living a happy, content life? Yes? Does most of your activity revolve around a group of individuals who you go to church with? Does that group stay relatively static—only changing when someone moves away, or when an associate of one of the group members moves to that area? Then be ashamed.

The contemporary Church has the world's fastest revolving door, but no one inside notices this because they have erected a concrete wall in front of it that has been painted with a fancy mural quoting Acts 1:8 saying, "You will be my witnesses to the very ends of the Earth."

Whether the contemporary Christian Church wants to believe it or not, that statement holds true regardless of how active it is in interacting with the world. All of creation knows that the Church is the manifest exhibition of Christ's love. How do you think Jesus is perceived by the world when His Bride, His Love, His very Body would rather organise events & activities for its own than to smile on the Other, throw its arms around the destitute with a loving hug & with true caring compassion ask how the Other is doing? Christianity today—both as a whole Church and manifest in individual Christians—has decided that Philippians 2:3-4 no longer holds any relevance. It must be one of those many verses, says the Church, that was culturally-bound and which has no bearing on present living. The Church has adopted the exact opposite approach to life instead. You, Christian and you, Church are living a lifestyle where you do everything out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, and you consider yourselves better than others. Each of you look only to your own interests, and also not to the interests of others. If there is one of you who follows the letter of Phil. 2:3-4, you exploit him to your own advantage & to your own gain, making him bend over backwards so that your life can believed with more ease. AND YOU DO THIS TO YOUR VERY OWN!!! Guess what, non-Christians see this too. Not only do they see this, but they experience your navel-gazing & self-absorption first-hand: many have tried the door to the church, but few are interested in breaking down a wall just to enter into a group that exploits its own.

I say this to your shame. I feel justified in saying it, because Christ himself alluded to it when he asked, "When the Son of Man comes,, will he find faith on the earth?" (Lk 18:8)


The disgusting part is that I am part of the Church, and ergo, I am also part of the problem.


Yesterday, I was running late in getting to a practise for a certain activity that was created to entertain Christians. I was stopped by a homeless man, who asked if I had any spare change because he was hungry. I reflexively responded, "Sorry, I don't have any!" because I usually do not have any change on me. My mind was in a whir, because I was running late & because I felt that getting to this practise as quickly as possible was my priority. Moments later, I realised that I did have change in my pocket—$1.34 to be exact—but I also realised that if he had asked the same thing from me when I wasn't busy with this "Christian entertainment for Christians" practise, I may very well have bought him a meal & spent time with him, something that I often did the previous year, regardless of my schedule. Not 10 minutes later, a girl approached me at the bus stop asking if I had $1.50 that she could borrow. Again, I reflexively said,"No I don't; sorry." At least this was true, but I found myself, as I sat on the bus,wondering why I hadn't offered the very little change that I did have on my person to help her out. I mean, the money I had was entrusted to me—it is not my own; it is Christ's. She did eventually get on the bus, due to the driver's graciousness, but that still had me thinking about the two things that I did.

Christ calls us to be light in the darkness of this world, but yesterday it seemed more important that I shine my light on to light bulbs instead of into the shadows. I pulled a Pharisee or a Levite as I walked past the bloody victim of robbers lying on the roadway. I did not do what Christ has called me to do, and I was left feeling condemned—but rightly so.

Such an attitude is due to Church Poisoning, I propose. Spending so much time trying to be around Christians & in the Church makes you forget what Christianity is all about. And I don't know why I try to do this anyways, because I myself, like Joe Newcomer, feel quite shunned by the Christian community that I find myself surrounded by. Not only so, but I also feel taken advantage of by this very same community. This leaves me with the question as to why I even bother trying to show Christ's love to those the Holy Spirit, through Paul, defines as my brothers & sisters. Why do I even bother? I do not enjoy exploitation. I do not enjoy the corruption of my faith by Comfort Christianity. I seek to depose Self from the throne of my life, but I am surrounded by others who clutch to that chair in their own lives—and who have neither the urgency nor the desire to do anything to let go of that very chair besides wistfully wishing that their life could be more Christ-like. How come I remain in the company of these individuals, when I know that "bad company corrupts good character"? Because of hope. I like to cling to the hope that there indeed are others who seek to live a selfless life & who eagerly desire to exude Christ's love. I live in the deluded hope that there exist other Christians who have the will & the fortitude to be uncomfortable enough to actually life for Christ instead of living for the Christian social club.

My Conclusion

So here it is. You have my word on it: I am resigning from every time-consuming activity that I currently find myself involved with whose activity is oriented towards ecclesiocentrism. I will finish my terms in my capacity within those activities, but after that,I am washing my hands. Instead, I will be devoting every iota of my spare time to the pursuit of advancing the Gospel of Christ & the love of Him who owns me. If there are any who want to join me on this new pursuit, which will begin in January, 2005, then neither post a comment to this blog or e-mail me. I would very much like to spearhead a group of individuals who want to live a power-filled, effective life for the King. This will involve much communal prayer and Bible reading. It will involve discipling,sacrificial giving and faith-in-action. It will demand a good portion of your free time—in fact, it may result in you not having spare time to do anything else. If you're willing to give up everything & follow Him, then let me know & we'll start running to catch up to Him we claim to worship.

I'm done my rant. It's now up to you.