In Love pt 2

The past few days have been an endless slot machine of emotions for me. My circumstances are like spinning reels and flashing lights and at every turn, a new combination results in a different payout. I have felt more unique combinations of emotion this week than I have in quite some time. How does one feel contentment, grief, and relaxation all at once? Is there a name for being delighted, devastated, and determined? How can you feel all these things in the same day, or even worse, the same HOUR? Yet from this endless emission of emotion emerges another thought pertaining to my recent fascination with true love in Christianity. (If you haven't read "In Love pt 1" you may want to do so, but this thought is freestanding nonetheless.)

Though I may express them a little theatrically, the variety of emotions I have felt do have a name: humanness. Each and every person is so extremely multi-faceted that one individual could feel an innumerable amount of emotions over any given issue. Some say they are "torn" while others call them "mixed feelings." Semantics aside, we all feel much more than our words can keep up with. (That's why feelings are felt instead of spoken) This poses quite a problem when it comes to relationships. You love your best friends because they know you better than anyone else, but what about when that friend has to be out of the country for an extended period of time and that familiarity is removed? You love your family because you can be yourself with them, but what about when they misunderstand you? You love God because He first loved you, but what if you can't feel that love in the combination of your emotional slot machine? How do we love consistently when we are so inconsistent? How do we have deep-rooted love when life seems to bring upheaval to our landscape? How does love exist in the face of tension, bankruptcy, illness, loss, anger, jealousy, and every other anti-love force?

Humor me as I take a dip in the waters of theology.

One "hot" topic in Christianity, or at least Pentecostalism, is the Baptism of the Spirit. There are plenty of opinions on what it is, what it isn't, what it does, and what it means. I don't aim to unleash the fullness of that discussion here, only just a thought. Some say that the "initial physical evidence" of the Baptism of the Holy Spirit is speaking in tongues. This experience with the manifested power of God's Spirit is indicated by speaking in a heavenly language. Let me say clearly that I fully believe that this and all other gifts of the Spirit are available to Christians today. However, I also believe that being baptized or immersed in the Holy Spirit may have more implications than many people realize. In the days of Paul, there were plenty of cults in which the members believed in speaking in tongues. In particular, Mithraism taught that a person could be filled with a spirit (perhaps of a god or otherwise) and that speaking in tongues was the sign of a spirit coming into the body. Paul doesn't dismiss this totally, but rather launches from it into a deeper point.

"If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God's Word with power, revealing...but I don't love, I'm nothing. If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love." 1 Corinthians 13 TM

Paul writes these words not just as beautiful poetry, but to teach Christians. Chapters 12 and 14 deal with many of the gifts of the Spirit, but here in 13 Paul gives the true meaning. In his day, people believed in tongues and miracles as a sign of a spirit indwelling a person, but Paul distinguishes by saying that the "evidence" of being filled with the One True Spirit of God is love. It is more than just an ecstatic experience producing otherworldly phenomena. The Baptism of the Spirit is an intimate communion with God that grants the believer the power to infuse each and every action with supernatural love. Yes you may speak in tongues, prophecy, and see miracles, but all these things occur within the context of a life of love and that is the true miracle. Being immersed in the love of the Holy Spirit allows us to love people despite what the slots say. It enables us to go boldly into the difficult issues of life and show true love. Many churches stay silent when it comes to suffering, pain, and unexplainable injustice. A group of believers immersed in the Spirit, however, have love so bold that they do not have to run and hide. Someone who has been immersed in true love can see their friends after extended absence and continue constructing community. Someone who has been immersed in true love can push through family misunderstandings. Someone who has been immersed in true love is not destroyed by even the worst report. Baptism in the Spirit brings us into a tangible circle of relationship with the Trinity that manifests in our relationships with each other.

So, continue relying on the Spirit for all the gifts of power for service, but begin relying on Him most of all for the greatest power you could wield: love. He is the source from which we can draw true love. The church must be concerned with evangelism. It must be concerned with social justice. It must be concerned with holiness. However, these things in and of themselves result in fanaticism, activism, and legalism respectively. They are only effective when they are the overflow of a genuine and supernatural love for people. True love is the most supernatural act that a Christian can partake in and it can and must infiltrate every facet of life. If, at any given moment, you are not operating in love...doesn't that mean that you are operating outside of it? If so, your impact is as life-changing as a penny clinking at the bottom of a bucket. If, however, you have been immersed in the Spirit, meaning you have entered into intimate communion with God, the love that will flow from you will be an endless jackpot that will bailout the bankrupt world in which we live.

I See The Church

inspired by the events in a worship service on 12/03/08

I see The Church...

...crowned in humble triumph. There is something remarkable about this church as it is existentially victorious and yet evidently undistinguished. Let it be understood that I am not beholding a building, nor am I observing an organization. I am looking at people, precious in His sight...and perplexing in mine. These people are not truly 'these' but rather a 'this.' They are many yet one. The remarkable thing, however, is not the ethereal qualities that make up the nature of this being. The remarkable thing is the way this being-The Church-operates. It is a force of powerful, victorious, rambunctious love. It has tapped into the world's most desirable resource: true Love. 'This' people lives in a world addicted to a drug. The masses call it love, but the insidiousness of this drug is found in the fact that it is the furthest thing from Love. Self-centered, self-seeking, self-gratifying, self-serving, self-indulging and self-destructive. The masses sway back and forth in a riotous fashion reaching, hording, and groping for a fix on the drug and sensations of this pseudo-love. They takes hits of the drug from needles of empty relationships, from pipes of secret sins, and from joints of careless living. This riot pulses, pushing the individuals around like pawns until they reach the edges and are carelessly and quietly trampled beneath its lethal force. In this very same riot world, I see The Church...

...it proclaims justice, hope, restoration, and life. All these are beautiful messages that many people would willingly accept. However, the primary message of this church-entity is also the very thing that causes vicious hate, searing strife, and repeated rejection from the masses: Love. The rioters do not want to hear The Church's message of Love. They are in a continual cycle of either feeling like they are moments away from attaining love by their own might, or like they have just been abused and defiled by it. The rioters have a love-hate relationship with love. It is their unstoppable addiction yet the ever-present carrot dangled before them leading to their own demise. They want it and fear it all at once. Their very definition of love is different from what The Church knows as Love. The rioters hate love, but insatiably crave it. So, between the riot and The Church, there is a language barrier. The Church sends a message of Love and the riot quakes in vile repulsion. They have had enough with love since it is the reason they are caught in the riot. Yet The Church says that God is Love...and therefore the riot hates God. The Church means that Love must be defined according to God, but the riot hears that God is defined according to love. With a skewed definition of love, the riot's concept of God is lost in translation. They see God as an abusive force from which all pain stems, for that is what their love is. They see God as an unattainable goal that strips us of all dignity and leaves us dejected, for that is what their love is. But in the face of this devious definition, I see The Church...

...it is filled with compassion and hurls itself into the riot. Some will most likely be trampled, yet all enter fearlessly. The Church used to be on the other side of the street shouting out its message. Now, its members have permeated the crowd and are whispering in the ears of the rioters. The hands of the addicts shiver and grapple in habitual attempts to find love, but the members of The Church hold their hands still with gentle strength. The eyes of the addicts dart to and fro in fear, but the members of The Church send a calm and piercing gaze that does not break. The addicts push and shove one another, but the members of The Church stand still and take the brunt of the momentum. Slowly, the swaying mass stills and the noise of shouting has died down. Now a roar of whispers is all that remains. The whispers of affirmation, acceptance, and validation are both foreign and refreshing to the addicts. The addicts are puzzle as the members of The Church perform a strange custom they have never seen. They had lived in a riot of taking, but these peculiar people begin giving. They remove their outer garments to warm the crowd. They offer their shoulders to support those who have been wounded. They empty their wallets to those who have been robbed. They give their car keys to those who have none. They offer their homes to all that can fit. A new sound is heard, clinking and clicking as the addicts drop their needles, pipes, and joints. They abandon those old behaviors they had of living life trying to feel love. I do not see a mixed crowd of rioters and rescuers any longer. I see The Church...

...they are one once again. They are the new riot. A gentle revolution looking to overthrow the next riot with love. Concerning this vision, a friend of mine from the Middle East replied:

"Here's another way to put it: You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We're going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don't think I'm going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I'm putting you on a light stand. Now that I've put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you'll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven. " (Matt 5:14-16)

Are you part of this community? I understand you may be a part of a church, but are you a part of THE Church. Do you shine enough to bring out the God-colors in a world of colorblind art critics? Is your love backed by action or do you merely give your faith lip service? I see The Church...

...do you see what I see?