Sunday, December 22, 2013

No One Knows What We Are For, Only What We Are Against

My source of entertainment this Sunday night? It was counting how many "Support Duck Dynasty" posts I could find on Facebook. I counted, oh about 30 in the past several hours. All by Christian-identifiers. They all had phrases like "Stand up/with," "support," "freedom," "liberty," etc. 


Phil Robertson expressed his biblical views on same-sex marriage in a distasteful manner, but that's another sticky story. My underlying thought about my favorite Duck Commander and his fellow duck-haters is that well, we're debating a moral issue that isn't worth our time. We're not going to convince anyone here. Only Christ can. 

And you know, that initial thought rabbit trails me into something else: it seems like American Christians quack too much about what we cannot do or say to prevent us from sharing the Gospel and do way too less about the many, many things we CAN do that would share the message of the Cross more than any angry Twitter Tweet.

1. Why protest lack of school-led prayer in school? Write your child's teacher and administrators encouraging notes instead, thanking them for the unseen work they trudge through.

2. As a teacher, I can't say "Merry Christmas" at all-it's only "Happy Holidays"-but whatever. I think Christ's unofficial birthday would be best celebrated if I asked loved ones to donate to Compassion International in lieu of a Christmas present instead of whining about a phrase largely ignored anyway.

3. Last year's Chick-fil A Appreciation Day where those who lobbied for freedom of religious speech all bombarded CFA. What if we had all raced out to go to serve at the homeless shelter instead?

4. It's easy to participate in an anti-abortion protest at the women's clinic. But what's not so easy is adopting that unwanted child. Therefore, what if we offered our love and hope through adoption instead of our judgement through a picket sign?

5. Your outbursts against gay marriage are useless in a country that's already made up its mind. So build up your own marriage instead, never leaving your spouse behind.

The American Church's pending emphasis is all on what we can NOT do instead on what we CAN do. So should it surprise you that mainstream society knows us more for what we are against instead of what we are for?

"The words that express your faith and the works that show your faith should be so intertwined that they are like a pair of legs walking together side by side in such a way that you can scarcely tell one apart from the other." 








Friday, December 6, 2013

WHAT WILL I DO WITH MY LIFE?!/Escalator Theory

You know me. I'm your friendly, neighborhood Spanish/ESL other culture-loving ginger!
Here are some fun facts about what I SAID God WOULD do with my life in high school and in college. In italics, you can see my thoughts now lolololol

1. I was meant to be an elementary school teacher. Then I volunteered at Westside Elementary. I was happy...for about an hour. Scratch that.

2. After a year of being a teen "lawyer" at Teen Court, two years of Mock Trial, and an emotional episode of Law and Order: SVU, I just knew I'd be an attorney who worked with human trafficking cases. Turns out you can't be an attorney and just fight that. And I don't like rhetoric or dumb legal research. It's more fun to pretend to be an attorney. Lame.

3. I would then have a date to my junior prom. :( At least Mom bought me a laptop to make up for no prom dress. Yeah, looking back on the next year at senior prom, I'd take the laptop any day. Prom is dumb.

4. After junior prom was dateless, I vowed that I would work at a Christian bookstore in college, and I'd meet my future husband in the Spanish book section. He'd be Puerto Rican, ginger, and a youth pastor. LOLOLOLOL

5. A young, single youth pastor DID give me his number in my college cafeteria once! Just not a ginger Puerto Rican. And he was a total flirt who never answered my texts. Loser.

6. I couldn't care less about my university choice, so I'd just go to University of North Florida and live with Mama Karen and Papa John till I finished my degree. Yeah no. No. No.

7. Then, I would teach at Baker County High School. That WAS a nice place, but I prefer Tally :)

8. And then I'd go to Latin America as a missionary until God sent me a husband. Kinda cool what God did with that instead!

To my high school pals and troubled other 20-somethings who are pacing and twitching and having reflective chats with your folks about "What am I to do with my life???" never fear, my amigo. Your lack of fear will come from my theory called "The Escalator of Local Mall."

See, on an escalator, you stand...and wait....and if you are a patient chap (har har har for British words!) it will take you where you need to be, one step at a time. But you must wait, nino (har har har for Spanglish!!!)

I sure am NOT an elementary teacher, and last time I checked, my fiancĂ© homeboy is not a ginger puertoriqueno youth pastor. No. Homes is a dark-haired meteorologist.

But am I happy and satisfied, knowing I'm 100% where I need to be?

Oh yes indeed.