Dangerous Love

Dangerous Love

I have a problem with forgiveness. I cannot let go of the afflictions I’ve suffered at the hands of a loved one. I lay it before the cross one day, and creep back in the dark of the night to steal it back again.

Pain is powerful. It controls us. In a sick way, it seduces us and makes us to believe that we are justified to cut off the flow of love in the direction of the offender. In one fell swoop of the mind we make ourselves the judge, displacing the real Judge whose ways are as high as the Heavens are from the Earth. Is that really what it looks like to commit my ways to Him?

Why must we always allow others to dictate whether we obey and follow the Lord’s call to holiness? We may not think that’s what we do but it is whenever we withhold love from others.

I’m not doing (blank) for her… she never (blanks) for me

This sentiment, coming in many forms in our day to day conversation, is a regular one in my attitude. Whether it’s a rude customer, or difficult friend, or someone I’ll never cross paths with again – I love others based on how they love me. That is called conditional love.

But being righteous and perfect, as the Lords desire is for us, means unconditional love which is love that is not dictated by any other force than love, of which God is the ultimate source.

I think unconditional love seems dangerous ground for us because it pulls the rug of control and security from beneath us. It says, “You’re not in charge of policing the actions and attitudes of others. Your hurt feelings are not relevant when it comes to the love God commands of us for each other.” Harsh as it may sound at first, it is true. We avoid it because it feels unnatural to our natural flesh, but

Unconditional Love…

Is NOT being a pushover // It is strength under control

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Unconditional Love…

Does not render justice impotent // God has promised justice for sin and mercy for sinners who turn to him.

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Unconditional love…

Is the defining characteristic of God // We love in this way if we claim to belong to God.

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Take some time to sit with the Lord and answer these questions. Tell Him honestly where you struggle. I pray and ask that God would gently reveal in His time what you need to hear.

How are you loving others today?

Have you ever experienced unconditional love? (In addition to Salvation)

Is there something standing in the way of loving certain people?

What would it take to remove that obstacle?

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When love is not enough to make a marriage work

When love is not enough to make a marriage work

A response to concerns that my marriage and my self-worth are in danger.

Your points are not unfounded when it comes to come hurtful things you’ve witnessed and I don’t intent to offer excuses or cover up imperfections. I’m so sorry that you have seen warning signs that are troubling- I consider it a very serious wake up call. We certainly have lots to work on individually and together, but I’d like to offer my opinion on the subject, as there seems to be a mixture of misunderstandings and assumptions that make our marriage reminiscent of a mid-century man and housewife. Luckily, it’s not at all that you fear for two reasons:

First – My self-worth comes from God alone. Not my husband, not my career, not any created thing. I am totally secure in who I am, who God is, and who He says I am. My husband could be the most perfect being and still he would be insufficient to “save me”. But it wasn’t always this way and I want to share some of our background.

About 7-8 years ago I did think he was going to save me. I was in a depressed and confused season of my life when he showed how much love and stability was possible in a relationship. I had never seen that before and I wanted to rely on it. But after dating about 9 months he decided to call it off after much deliberation (as he always does – he never makes rash decisions) He told me that he wasn’t comfortable being responsible for my happiness. “I don’t want to be on your pedestal,” he said. I was, of course devastated at the time and it took me time to understand that breaking up was the wisest decision for us. Dependency like the kind I had on him, is NOT a foundation for a lasting relationship – friendship or otherwise. I could cling to him all I wanted, but I was going to find out eventually that he wasn’t perfect. And what a disaster it would be if I built my fragile and precious self-worth on anything less than perfect.

This is precisely why I believe most marriages don’t last long. We build our hopes on each other instead of something stable. In our culture we labor under the idea that “things” make you happy – and that happiness is the goal of all things. But I do not subscribe to epicurean-ism or any of the world’s philosophies.

Of course that wasn’t the end of our story – several months later we reconnected but this time with a solid understanding of our goals and commitments to each other. We started again with a clean slate of forgiveness. Neither of us felt like wasting our time if this wasn’t leading somewhere. Ever since we began to discuss the possibility of getting married we have both agreed on one vital point – that the goal of marriage is holiness. He and I are on our own paths to be like Jesus but we travel together.

I realized that much of your worry is that you might not fully understand or agree with what we believe. You know so much intellectually about the “game” of religion, but I venture to guess that you have not spent much time in the company of people who genuinely seek to live it out. Not that anyone does perfectly all the time, but we want to. It defines who we are, what we are doing here, and what truly matters to us. The hypocrisy and sin of others who call themselves Christian is just a symptom of the brokenness, but it doesn’t deter us from seeking to do it right. If I do one thing right as a Christian, I hope it’s to live so that others cannot deny the presence and wisdom of God.

The second reason I do not want you to worry is that we do handle conflict on a regular basis even if it’s not in the public eye all the time. Only being married four years we know that there is a long way to do but we aren’t deterred. We live by a simple unspoken rule, and that is to “heal the relationship, even if the problem is not resolved”. Meaning that a problem (circumstance) is not larger than our mutual commitment to love and protect one another.

One of my favorite things about my marriage is the fact that neither of us are able to ignore or rest in discord. As you know, it’s unspeakably awful to live intimately with someone where agape love is not a given. If something is ruining our peace, it is not welcome in our home and we can’t help but isolate and destroy it. Easier said than done. That process is painful because pride is powerful and addictive. It takes serious humility and patience to come to a point where we can move on. In this way, nothing festers.

But it’s not just that. In order to even get that far, both of us must continually make the decision to work toward resolution. For example, choosing reasonableness instead of insisting on our own way, or changing my tone of voice, or choosing to hold back a really good (hurtful) comeback. Whatever it takes to just have the conversation, is worth the trouble because neither one of us really wants to live with distance between us.

Of course we can’t always get into it right away. This process might be delayed if we are in public. We still strive to heal the relationship first, and then talk when its appropriate to talk. Unfortunately, when you see it happen on the surface, it might look like “shoving everything down and proceeding as though everything’s fine” but that couldn’t be further from the truth. If I’m hurt, I’m just never going to exact revenge on him to punish or try to make myself feel better by making him feel bad. (And don’t think for a second that I can’t deal a good blow myself!) We have to deal with it though, and soon, because as I said, we can’t handle discord; our hearts are made for peace.

Now with the baby coming, there is about to be a shift as we figure out how to be a family. I am not so naive as to think it will be easy or pain free. But I’m so excited for this challenge and I can’t bring myself to worry like I would have a decade ago. I tried, but couldn’t because we never thought marriage was for happiness in the first place. So when things don’t go our way, when we hurt each other from time to time, it’s all about the choices we make individually and as a team that decide how we will conquer them.

All that being said, there is always the danger of regressing back to “worshiping the creature”. I still have to remind myself when I’m hurt or angry that he will never give me what I need, fully. My comfort in those times is knowing that God sees me, hears me, and that he does respond. I know this because he’s done it before. The peace we have through faith is supernatural. It makes it easier to forgive later even if I don’t think he deserves it. I remember I don’t really deserve it either.

To the point of Paul’s verse you mentioned, I think you’ll be relieved to know that the context of that verse has to do with corporate worship – not marriage. It’s saying that women should not lead or teach in church – another difficult idea for sure. But not enough to throw away my faith.

I know it’s tough to swallow an idea like biblical submission, especially if you don’t fully agree or want to understand why it is worth the work. At first glance, submission is a four letter word. It conjures images of abuse and inequality. It goes against every natural logic we have. But to a Christian it is the only way we can live in peace together. Ephesians 5:21-30 is about marriage. Paul exhorts us to “submit to one another out of reverence for Christ,” and he’s talking to both husband and wife. You no doubt know the idea of marriage reflecting the relationship between Christ and the Church. Submission means “strength under control”. Done right, submission gives so much more than it takes.

To us, submission is both of us putting our respective strengths under control and bending our wills for the good of one another. So yes, I do most of the shopping and cooking, I make sure his clothes are clean and ironed for special events, I am usually the one to make his lunches and I love to do it. Just like I serve God out of gratitude and freedom, nothing I do for husband is ever under the weight of duty. Doing things out of obligation or duty means paying back someone’s kindness; it means conditional love. Agape is the opposite of conditional love. And if my freedom ever changes to duty, that will be a sign that something has gone wrong and that my priorities are out of order. For now I do everything I can for him – simply because I’m in love with him and what helps him succeed makes me glad. After all, everything that happens to him happens to me too. And that’s to say nothing of all the ways he lays his life and comfort down for me – something I regret that you don’t always get to see.

Just as the world is imperfect and full of sin, men have taken this out of context throughout history, as moral justification to “enslave” their wives – there’s no denying that. But just because some people have perverted the original intent of God’s design, does not make it any less true or worthy.  I don’t mean to say we always apply it perfectly, but when done correctly it works – I know now even from the tiny taste of experience I’ve had so far.

So you see, we are not a typical couple. We take our faith seriously. Our life is built on a foundation that isn’t swayed by human imperfection. That’s why I think some of the little things bother you a lot more and longer than they do for me. All this being said, I want you to know (and I’d tell you if it wasn’t true) that I AM completely secure and totally loved.

The Meltdown

The Meltdown

I was out in my garden the other morning when the peaceful reverie of my quiet time was pierced by a mother’s scream.

The family with whom we share our back fence was at it again. I had overheard blowups from this family in the past but I knew right away that this was going to be a bad one. (Don’t get the wrong idea – I love to spend time in my backyard. And let’s just say, one does not have to strain one’s ears to overhear the conversation.)

This one morning in particular, one of the children had apparently eaten an entire bag of carrots. “You’re a fat f–n pig. Do you like being a f–n pig? When you go to school that’s what all the kids are going to say because that’s how kids are in school. You’re a f–n pig.” The window was shut but not soundproof, unbeknownst to her.

It was heartbreaking, infuriating, wrong. Everything in me wanted to march right up to that front door and give her a piece of my mind. I wanted to call CPS and report verbal abuse. I wanted to raise attention to this despicable excuse for a mother. In a flash, my own childhood passed before me.

Now before we rush in with pitchforks, please understand something: I don’t know this woman. Maybe she is truly abusive. But I think it’s much more likely that, like my mother all those years ago, she is overextended, underpaid, and emotionally immature to manage her feelings. Perhaps her marriage is in trouble. Maybe they are in serious debt. Only God knows what heavy burdens lay suffocating her heart. It’s still terrible; I’m not making excuses. We must learn not to equate the person with their sin. After all, the same God who is able to heal me desires to heal her too. He has no favorites.

I felt that nudge from the Holy Spirit saying, “Look at this. Recognize it?” For the first time in the 8-odd months since we moved in, it occurred to me that I should pray for this family and befriend them. I don’t even know their names, we have never spoken before. Even so, there is a woman literally screaming for help in there. She is trapped and bound. Why should the Lord bless me with such peace only to sit here and do nothing? I need a pretense. My eyes wander over to my garden.

Squash! My summer squash won’t stop growing. We can’t get rid of them fast enough. We have eaten so much squash this summer that I almost regret planting them. But there are 3 new (huge) squashes ready to be picked. They must be almost 8 inches and a few pounds each. Who doesn’t like free food?

So I made the plan to go over there and bring a peace offering. But first, I need to get dressed – Helmet of salvation. Shield of faith. Sword of truth. Sandals of peace. Not so that I can ransack and destroy them; they are beloved of God however broken. I don the armor of God to be prepared to meet the enemy in his place of work. The home and family which he and his minions have ransacked and ravaged. I must be prepared because the enemy will put up a fight. Fortunately for me, we both know who wins this one.

Let us always remember and never forget that we are blessed to be blessings for others. Let us be alert and of sober mind – always watching, always waiting for that opportunity to inject the love of Jesus. Every day, I find another puzzle piece of my purpose in This Story.