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This summer, I departed from my usual Christian-themed and classic recreational reading for a more contemporary twist to my free time. I have previously blogged about whether or not entertainment is harmless, and this blog builds upon those three points: 1. The journey matters 2. We can never shut off our brains 3. Be careful what you recommend.
Last month, I finished reading the #1 New York Times Bestseller Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, subtitled “One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia.”
The novel begins with these words: Culturally, though not theologically, I’m a Christian.
At this point in my reading journey, I contemplated setting the book aside and not reading farther. But I remembered how my Christian friends flocked to the movie theaters when this became a movie staring Julia Roberts.
When you watch the trailer, nothing jumps out at you as overtly spiritual. But the book is truly one woman’s search for god.
Here are a couple quotes to guide you through the novel’s spiritual quest.
Traditionally, I have responded to the transcendent mystics of all religions. I have always responded with breathless excitement to anyone who has ever said that God does not live in a dogmatic scripture or in a distant throne in the sky, but instead abides very close to us indeed – much closer than we can imagine, breathing right through our own hearts.
In the end, what I have come to believe about God is simple. It’s like this – I used to have this really great dog. She came from the pound. She was a mixture of about ten different breeds, but seemed to have inherited the finest features of them all. She was brown. When people asked me, “What kind of dog is that?” I would always give the same answer: “She’s a brown dog.” Similarly, when the question is raised, “What kind of God do you believe in?” my answer is easy: “I believe in a magnificent God.”
I knew then that this is how God loves us all and receives us all, and that there is no such thing in this universe as hell, except maybe in our own terrified minds. Because if even one broken and limited human being could experience even one such episode of absolute forgiveness and acceptance of her own self, then imagine – just imagine! – what God, in all His eternal compassion, can forgive and accept.
Reading this book challenged me in a refreshing way. I have been struggling with a lack of passion in my prayer life this summer. I was then confronted with a novel whose leading lady would spend a minimum of 1 hour in complete silence, meditating to her “god” daily. She went so far as to live in India, follow a guru, and take a vow of silence in order to get in better touch with her “inner god.” She would wake up at 4:00 a.m. in order to have more time with the divine.
How convicting is it that this real-life lady would sacrifice her life in pursuit of a false god when I have the true God who created the Universe and cannot focus for fifteen minutes at a time when I am in His presence?
As I finished the book, I turned it over to the back cover and looked eye to eye with the author who had lived this life. Without realizing it, I found myself praying that one day she would encounter the true Yahweh God and she would regret every last copy of this book that was sold. I prayed for her salvation and that she would have another Bestselling book, this time, pointing people to Scripture, not to a self-led journey.
1. Close theology is wrong theology. Our Yahweh God is a magnificent God; she is right about that. But He is not magnificent because He is a mix of everything we want. He’s not a trail mix that you can choose what to add to your batch. He’s the King who reigns whether or not we acknowledge Him. He’s the Priest who intercedes for us, even when we don’t have words to utter.
2. Beautiful rhetoric does not equal proper applications. Possibly my favorite quote from the entire book is the first one listed above. I don’t believe in a God confined to dogmatic Scripture either. I believe in a God who is active and living, a God whose Word is sharper than any double-edged sword.
3. Entertainment is not harmless. The author of this book is clear about her viewpoint of God. As Christians, we need to be able to hold discussions with friends as to why this book is not correct. We do not need to read non-Christian books if they will cause us to stumble. But as we grow in Christ, we need to be able to refute lies.
4. Even untruth leads to the Gospel. Some books are best left unread. But I felt strongly that I had something to gain with this one. I wanted a refresher course on how much of our world views religion. I now have the facts to argue against this book. I can meet a friend over coffee to discuss specific passages and why a self-made god is a worthless idol. We cannot redeem the book, but we can redeem our conversations by using even a non-Christian book as an entryway to the Gospel.
Jesus told them: “The harvest is abundant, but the workers are few. Therefore, pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest.” Luke 10:2
The North American Mission Board (NAMB), challenged our nation’s churches to pray Luke 10:2 everyday at 10:02. And since last night was October 2, churches around the nation (including mine) held a special prayer service for God to send laborers into the field.
As one of the volunteers in the youth group, I know how hard working in the field is. Every student is at a different stage in their walk with God. Some are blossoming and ready to join us as workers. Others are still a little green on the vine and need more time and maturity. And still more are like the Basil seeds I’m trying to sprout on paper towels in my kitchen – they are surrounded by everything they need but rather than sprout, grow, and produce good fruit, they are rotting.
My heart breaks – What if the workers are afraid to go into the fields? What will happen to the harvest?
Last night, I had to repent of a lack of prayerfulness. As I sat in the pew, surrounded by youth students, I remembered that God and God alone will have to break the hard soil of their hearts. I asked God that He would send co-laborers to my field in particular – that other adults would flock to these students and show them what life looks like centered around Christ.
And then it hit me – that almighty conviction from the Holy Spirit – I am a laborer, too. I always assumed that being in the field automatically won me the prize for laborer of the year. But just because I’m here, doesn’t mean I’m working diligently and intentionally following God’s guidance.
So I found myself in a state of prayerfulness (which is particularly good, especially when sitting in a prayer service). All of this was compounded by a novel I finished the week (blog post to come) about a lady who prayed for two hours a day but not to our Yahweh God but to “god” (really to herself). If she can sit in meditation daily to a fake deity that cannot answer her, surely I can pray throughout my lunch break to the Mighty God who is able to save.
I stormed down the hall and plopped myself into a chair across from my supervisor. “One time. Just one time, I would like to NOT be asked an insurance related question…is that so much to ask?” She chuckled as she replied, “you’ll have to find a new line of work first.”
In my line of work (don’t I sound simultaneously official and snobby), I sign my name “Renae Adelsberger, CISR.” What does the CISR stand for? Nerdiness (okay, so I’m not Dwight Schrute). Need I say more? My job title is “Commercial Account Manager” which means I don’t have to go out and sell new policies. Rather, I service the existing ones and dig into details. How much will it cost to rebuild your building in the event of a total loss? How much of that loss are you willing to retain? How would you like to be billed? (Are you bored yet?)
Some businesses, like offices, have very little risk and often default to a minimum premiums. But others, like crane operators and hot air balloons, have high risks which are reflected in their chunky premiums. I have to navigate these options and companies and do my due diligence to do what’s right for the customer.
We purchase comprehensive and collision insurance for our vehicles, liability insurance for our homes, life insurance for our spouses, and workers’ compensation for our businesses. But I fear we aren’t prioritizing our potential losses. We prepare our families and our businesses for physical losses but not for a spiritual one.
We individually list artwork, jewelry, and furs so that they are fully covered but we leave our souls to chance.
Excuse the cheesiness, but Christ paid our premium on the cross. It was a cost we could never afford and one we could never finance.
Why do so many people say, “I’ll deal with religion later?” You can’t purchase insurance to cover a loss that has already happened. Once you die – it’s too late.
Trust Jesus and Jesus alone. He alone can rescue your soul from an eternity in hell.
The Gospel demands a decision – either yes or no. You either take up your cross and follow Him or you turn your back and go your own way.
Yes, the insurance metaphor breaks down quickly. But ponder this: have you considered and better planned for the future of your stuff than you have for your own soul?
Yes or no.
Scene One
“Who has read their Bible this week?”
All five hands shot into the air.
“This is awesome! What have you been reading?”
Blank stares.
One high school girl admitted, “I read the Bible verse texted to my phone everyday. But I don’t remember what passages they were.” Two other girls agree; their weekly interaction with the Scripture is via text.
Scene Two
“I’m so glad you like him!”
“Yeah, he’s a great Christian, too.”
“How do you know?”
“He gets a Bible verse texted him every day.”
Finale
Leggings have their place in my wardrobe. They compliment several dresses. They also fit snugly under jeans to keep me from freezing into a Renae-sicle in the winter. But they aren’t mean to be worn as pants with a regular t-shirt.
The Verse-a-day, likewise, serves a great purpose. It brings Scripture to mind daily. Keeps the Word ever before us. Helps brings redemptive value to our phones. Bridges the gap of our faith and our technology.
But it must be kept in its place. Just like leggings are not pants; the Verse-a-Day is not a quiet time.
Problems with posing it as a quiet time:
Download the Bible app. Get a verse texted to you everyday. Read the verse. Meditate upon it. Hide it in your heart. But use it as a quiet time supplement, not a replacement.
Copyright © 2013. Pedestrian God Ministires
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