Saturday, August 27, 2011

Shall We Start with a Song?

Well, I'm going to begin posting soon (finally!) about my findings in studying the words translated "praise" and "worship" throughout the Bible. And to start things off, well, how's about a song?

This is a song I wrote a little over a year ago, and it seemed like a fairly fitting way to begin a study of praise and worship. This song was birthed out of a time of mingled worship and conviction. One day during the summer semester of Ellerslie in 2010, Eric Ludy read worshipfully through a list he had compiled of the Names of God. As I sat there reading along with the others, my heart was drawn to deeper adoration than perhaps ever before, but at the same time I was convicted thinking of the way that all of creation and nature has continued to declare the glory of God, while so often His people--who were created to sing His praise even louder--fail to give Him the glory due His Name. During that time of worship, the cry of my heart became for my King to gain the glory He deserves in and through His people's lives, starting with mine.


To Sing Glory

For too long, we have let nature sing louder than us
Of Your power and Your wisdom, Your majesty and Your praise.
Now it's time for Your Bride to rise and take her place
And sing the song You deserve to tell of Your matchless grace.

     We were created to sing glory.
     We were made to adore You, to sing glory.
     Glory...Glory...Glory.

We will sing of Your glory, Your power in the earth.
We'll proclaim all Your gospel. We'll sing 'til all have heard.
We will stand on Your Truth and the promise of Your Word.
We won't wait any longer to sing of Your matchless worth.

     We were created to sing glory.
     We were made to adore You, to sing glory.
     Glory...Glory...Glory.

  We were created to sing glory.
  We were made for this, our purpose--to glorify our King.
  May our lives live up to their true purpose,
  Not with words alone to sing Your glory.

     We were created to sing glory.
     We were made to adore You, to sing glory.
     Glory...Glory...Glory...

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Focusing

Well, I officially started college today. And through what I've seen over the past few days being on campus before all the classes started, it's becoming more and more evident to me that there are a few places that, as a college student, I could place my focus. Here's the list and a little bit of description:

The "MRS Degree"-Seeker
Here to find a boyfriend/husband. And no, I don't at all fall into this category. I'm not on the lookout; I don't even want anything of the sort to take place. Part of that, honestly, is because I have yet to meet even one man who is running hard after Christ. Now, granted, I haven't gotten to know hardly any guys ('cause I'm not looking!). But I'm growing a little more aware of how few men of God there are, even at a Christian college. But the main reason I'm not here after an "MRS Degree" is simply that I trust God to lead the man He wants me to marry to me at the right time. 
The Social Butterfly
I'm not looking for a mate. So, I could still just get to know as many people as possible, becoming gradually more and more obsessed with what they would all think of me, and gradually watching it become harder and harder for me to stand up for the Truth in any given situation.
The Studious Survivor
The other extreme would be to simply keep my nose buried in my books, not pay any attention to everyone and everything around me, and survive. This would be the "responsible" route to take, and my grades would probably be amazing if that was all I ever concentrated on. And, I could probably make it all the way through college without being much influenced by those around me.

But there's something I'd be lacking and missing out on if I followed any of these routes. Sinking into any of these ruts would mean I'd have to first forget that I have tasted of sweeter waters, I have already experienced a taste of the greater life I am called to. And because I've already tasted that, even if I tried going another way, it would have no savor for me; it would just seem dull and boring. 'Cause, here's the deal...I know Jesus!! I've been changed by Him. I've grown in my love for and devotion to Him. I've watched Him perform incredible miracles within my own soul and life, not to mention in others'. 
And so the decision I find myself facing as I enter college is this: Will I live for Him, or for me? That said, here's the "title" I'm going for during my time at college:

The Fully-Given
I want to be poured out. I want to be focused single-mindedly on the only thing--the only One--that ultimately matters. Jesus, make me wholly surrendered to Your will and to Your Spirit. My time is not my own, so don't let me act as though it is. My life is not my own, it's Yours, so why should I worry about what others will think? Help me live out the truth that I am Yours. Help me be a demonstration of a life lived for--no, lived by You. May I proclaim with more than my mouth that "There is no one else for me, none but Jesus, crucified to set me free. Now I live to bring You praise." Make my life a prayer and an offering to You. 
I know I've not signed up for an easy life, but I also know it will be meaningful. I know I can no longer live for myself, but I also know it's so much more satisfying to live for You. I know I'm completely incapable of living out the life I'm called to, but I also know You, and Your ability to do in and through my life what is utterly impossible for me to accomplish on my own. 

We're living in the midst of a spiritual war, and I for one want to be on the front lines fighting for my King's glory and Kingdom, not off in a corner piddling with my own little life and trying to make something of it on my own. I will die fighting if I have to (in fact, the idea has quite a bit of appeal), but by no means am I going to roll over and play dead for however many more years I may be alive on this earth.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Black-and-White Issue

What I am about to write is possibly one of the boldest and most politically incorrect things I've ever taken a public stance on. But that can't stop me from writing it. A conviction and righteous indignation that has been stirring within me for years, well over half my nineteen-year-old life, has finally risen to the surface so strongly that I simply can't keep my mouth shut or my fingers from typing. If I try, I'll explode; it's no use. So, here goes.

On my wall is a poster I made, which holds a whole list of things I am praying about for my city. It's nothing fancy. The top reads "Fighting for Memphis" and below that the lists are separated into two columns: "Fighting For..." and "Fighting Against." It's not a comprehensive list, either. I've run out of room on my single sheet of poster board, and one of these days I'll get another one to go beneath to continue the list. But the very first topic on the right-hand column (things I'm fighting against), is racism.

Yep, I said it. Racism.

I've lived in Memphis all my life, with the exception of the six months I was at Ellerslie in Colorado. Hence, I've grown up in the heart of the Mid-South. And I can tell you, racism is very much alive today, and has been all my life and even before. Anyone who's lived here in Memphis knows it, even if they wouldn't admit it. And I'm willing to bet, based both on conversations I've had with friends who've grown up even up North, and on my knowledge of human nature and the lies that have been passed down for so long, that it's alive and well in other places too.
Before I go any further, there is something I need to say. I am living proof that someone can grow up in an area where racism is as prevalent as it is in Memphis, and not be racist themselves. I'm not trying to sound arrogant or prideful, but it's true. I've heard people say things like "You can't convince me that when you look at me you don't notice I'm black." Well, to a level, that's true, but let me tell you something. When I meet someone for the first time, of course I notice what color their skin is. Just like I notice what color their hair and eyes are. And in the same way that I don't, when I meet someone with red hair, immediately imagine some boundary between us because "My hair's brown and hers is red--what if we can't relate to eachother?" Do you see how ridiculous that sounds? Same goes for blondes--some of the brightest, smartest people I know are blonde (so cut the jokes). And same goes for Asians--one of my closest friends in the world is Asian. And the same goes for African Americans. My youngest brother is black, and so is my "big bro" (family friend whom we've sort of adopted, but not legally or anything).

Let's get something straight here. There is one race that exists, and only one that has ever existed--the human race. It doesn't matter what color anyone's hair or eyes or skin tone are; we all came from Adam and Eve. Racism. Break it down, and the word literally means a belief in the existence of racesAnd this idea that has so penetrated and plagued our prideful, sinful, self-righteous minds for hundreds of years--this idea that there is more than one race--is a lie straight from Hell. If you don't believe me, look at its fruit. Ever seen racism produce good fruit? Love? Joy? Peace? Patience? Goodness? Kindness? I sure haven't. I've seen it cause strife, division, hatred, murder, deceit, and pride--and none of those are at all praiseworthy.
I am sick and tired of watching this lie eat away at my city and my fellow man. I've grown up and somehow escaped its poison, but in that I find myself in the minority. And that's sad. What's even more sad is that this lie is so prevalent in the Church. Know that I'm not throwing a general slur out there and saying that every church body is controlled by racism. But at the same time I know we're not free of it completely in the American church. And that has to change. I'm not holding you to my opinion, but to the Word of God:
"...ye have put off the old man with his deeds; and have put on the new man, which is renewed in knowledge after the image of Him that created him: wherein there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian, Scythian, bond, nor free: but Christ is all, and in all." -Colossians 3:9-11
By all means, let us throw off the bonds that hinder us, stare down the lies that try to destroy from the inside out, and confront those lies with the Truth.

Before I was born, but not so long ago in our nation's history, there was a great movement that took place and fought for human rights and equality. We know it as the Civil Rights Movement. But I'm here to tell you, while that movement was largely victorious, it was only going after a symptom, and not the root of the real issue. The issue is not discrimination, it is not "racism" in the sense of treating people differently because of the color of their skin or because of their upbringing. The issue lies within our own hearts, in our idiotic pride that would dare say, "I am more important or more special or of more worth than someone else because of _____." And here I must plead guilty, for I cannot pretend that I have never acted out the lie that I and my own interests and "rights" are greater or more important than those of anyone else. I have. I have selfishly looked out for my own interests and not the interests of others. I have treated others--even and perhaps especially my own parents and family members--like they were less important than me. The lie we are so prone to believe deep down, that it's all about me and the world all revolves around me, stems from the exact same place that the lie of racism does. And it's sin. There is no other name for it, for it goes directly against what God has mandated.

So, America, let's repent of our sin. Let's confess before the God Who already knows, and ask Him by His grace to change our hearts and make them like His. This is something only He can do. No matter how many movements we have, Jesus is the only One who can change our hearts. I've grown up free, by the grace of God, from racism, shielded in part by my parents' solid belief in the Bible and their lack of racism. But I know my God, and I know there is no sin too great for Him to overcome. You want victory? Side with Him, and trust Him for it. He's able, and He's faithful.

I don't know how many people will read this. And to a large extent, I don't care. That's in God's hands, and if He wants to have just a few people read it and be stirred, whether to repentance or to prayer, or both--it's fine with me. And though my flesh shrinks from the idea of a huge number of people (especially people who don't know me) reading all this, my spirit is altogether willing to allow that to be the case, if God so chooses.

That is all.