Daring to be Restless

“In twenty years, the only thing that will be different about you is the books you’ve read and the people you’ve met …” – Dave Ramsey This thought has been rolling around on the inside of me lately as I look at the books on the shelves of the store, at the books that top the best sellers, at the books that people state are “SO good – you just HAVE to read” them … It’s been rolling around on the inside of me as I ponder why so many people look at me like I’m some kind of “radical,” like I’m making them uncomfortable with my faith, like I’m somehow off the deep end in the way I read the Scriptures and the discontent I have with the way we do life as Christians in America.  Am I really that radical?  I haven’t raised anybody from the dead, haven’t overturned the tables and driven out the lukewarm with a zeal that cannot be contained (though I’ve certainly thought about it).  I haven’t seen miracles performed as I pray the Word over people … To be honest, my life is the last...

Though separated from the rest of the world by an ocean and an intensely private culture, the young people of Japan are suffering from an isolation far greater than their position on the map – hikikomori.  Definined by the BBC article cited below, hikikomori “translates as ‘withdrawal’ and refers to a person sequestered in his room for six months or longer with no social life beyond his home.”  This withdrawal is completely voluntary (rather like an eating disorder, in that regard); affects mostly young men (most of whom are oldest sons under a lot of pressure to succeed); and from all accounts, usually occurs after a traumatic failure of some kind – social or academic. Some hikikomori do not leave their homes for years or only leave in the middle of the night when they are most assured of privacy; some cut themselves or punch the walls in frustration.  In an MSNBC article, one hikikomori stated that she became like the family pet.  This problem, though it sounds str...

“Don’t you dare sacrifice your son or daughter in the fire.  Don’t practice divination, sorcery, fortunetelling, witchery, casting spells, holding séances, or channeling with the dead.  People who do these things are an abomination to God.  It’s because of such abominable practices that God, your God, is driving these nations out before you.” – Deuteronomy 18:10-11, Message Though people laughingly identify Romania as the legendary home of “Count Dracula,” the occult in that nation is far from a laughing matter.  People take it very seriously.  So seriously, in fact, that in 2006, witchcraft was legally identified as a career.  Furthermore, when it was suggested that witches should pay taxes and be held liable for false predictions, legislators quickly abandoned the idea due to threats of curses from registered witches.  The Bible doesn’t laugh at this kind of behavior either.  It is very clear on such issues – that witchcraft, sorcery, and other...

It’s been my theory for a number of years now that everyone “has” a country, one nation at least that God lays on their heart, one place that if they were really honest, they would fly to in a heartbeat if the opportunity arose.  I mean it.  Look yourself in the eye (with a mirror of course), and ask yourself, “Where would you go if money were no option and you could leave right this instant?”  You heard it, didn’t you?  The whisper of another land, of a purpose beyond yourself … I hear it … I long for it.  My heart belongs there in another world … So much of what I’ve gone through in my life has prepared me to be a part of this nation, to pray for them, to do battle for the people of that nation in a realm we cannot see … A few years ago I was reading in Psalms and discovered a promise I’ve never forgotten.  Psalm 2:8, in the Contemporary English Version says, “Ask me for the nations, and every nation on earth will belong to you.”  And, as I’ve quit ...

This week, at a Bible Study hosted in my home, we began discussing what the Word “radical” means in our society, especially in regards to our Christian faith.   We wrestled and rebelled against the idea that giving more than 10% is radical, the idea that more than half an hour of Bible reading per day is radical, that praying in tongues ( at all ) is radical.   We found ourselves looking to the Jesus of our Bibles and simply being dissatisfied with the “little” lives we lead for Christ in this country, wanting more.   Whatever happened to the Christian’s ability to see unlimited possibilities in Christ?   Whatever happened to our ability to see boldness, adventure, and other great things in our future in Him?   What has limited us? Thus sensitized to this subject, as I was studying in Mark this week, I began to find my answer.   In Mark 7:8-9, in the Message, Jesus explains what limits our vision of God’s ability in our lives.   He says, “‘They jus...

            “A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds … She’s like a trading ship that sails away to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises.” [1]   That’s right; a good woman is, in a manner of speaking, rather like a pirate, and thus I have always felt.   With a longing for the sea that transcends logic and a rough tomboyish quality to all I do, I seem destined for such a role in history.   Even the innate beauty I do possess appears in weathered hues and the salty sting of the wind off the sea … and yet, in such an environment, I am comfortable, at home, and pleased to survey my domain.               Standing on the bow of the unknown, clinging to the lines of determination and hope, my beauty hidden, as gems in a leather pouch near my heart, I am a formidable warrior in my own right.   As all pirates must, I am wary i...

I have a thing about kitchens.   There’s something about the time cooking together as a family, about gathering around the table together to eat and talk about the day, and even cleaning up together afterwards, that is so uniquely special and indescribable.   Even through my job at a local juvenile detention center, I see it.   The kids respond differently around the dinner table than anywhere else – whether we’re setting the table, eating, or cleaning up; they open up in ways that they don’t otherwise.   They trust; they receive provision not only for their bodies but for the child within them that needs stability, safety, and someone to talk to.   Perhaps it sounds nerdy – but there’s something in my heart that longs for that time in the kitchen with people I care about, that longs to cook and fellowship and provide for more than myself, that aches to see a full table instead of one lonely chair awaiting me.    Especially as we draw near to Thank...