Archive for July, 2008

The Blog That’s Worlds Apart

“…All said and done I stand alone
Amongst remains of a life I should not own
It takes all I am to believe
In the mercy that covers me

Did you really have to die for me?
All I am for all you are
Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart

I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
and wipe away the crimson stains
and dull the nails that still remain
More and more I need you now,
I owe you more each passing hour
the battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
and wash the feet and cleanse my pride
take the selfish, take the weak,
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
the sin-soaked heart and make it yours
take my world all apart
take it now, take it now
and serve the ones that I despise
speak the words I can’t deny
watch the world I used to love
fall to dust and thrown away
I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
so wipe away the crimson stains
and dull the nails that still remain
so steal my heart and take the pain
take the selfish, take the weak
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
take my world apart, take my world apart
I pray, I pray, I pray
take my world apart”

- Jars of Clay, “Worlds Apart”

The Blog With Phil

It’s like Where’s Waldo…only, it’s Where’s Natalie

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The Blog On Hope

It’s shortly before midnight and I’m sitting in bed writing. I should probably be sleeping, as I have to be up for work in about six hours, but there are times in life where the content of the mind and heart warrant the delay of sleep so that they can be documented for future reference. Now is one of those times.

Today began in a slightly more endearing fashion than the norm of late. For the first time in ages, I awoke and set about getting ready for work without the usual black cloud of doom hanging over me. I say that with a tone of cynical sarcasm, but sadly the description remains accurate. As I said, the cloud was missing this morning and I had the welcome ability to actually formulate coherent thought and process those thoughts into a dialogue with the Almighty. Sweet. And that last statement is with a tone of sincere relief. You see, for the longest time the above mentioned cloud has managed to prevent any real conversation and relationship with my First Love. In addition, it has bred nothing but confusion, whether it be attempting to process life and its fantabulous (sarcasm) curve balls of joy (more sarcasm), or merely attempting to think.

I think we get the point. Today started better than usual.

Then it took a nose dive as work proved to be annoying, and then I was accosted with the immature nonsense of a woman with a seven year supposed leg up on me in both age and alleged maturity. Not so much. Well, the age, perhaps. Maturity and logic for that matter, seem to be lacking. That’s the trigger of the blog preceding this one, which I am now tempted to remove considering the events of this evening.

Indeed, when I posted that blog everything I wrote was accurate. In truth, it still is. The only real difference is the frame of mind which caused me to write in the way I did. Perhaps I could have been a bit nicer about things. Perhaps not. Either way, the point of this particular blog has little to do with the one bellow.

I went to Los Angeles with my brother this evening to attend a mid-week church gathering called “Expression 58″. It’s an amazing group of people who are mostly in the entertainment industry, who gather to celebrate God and worship Him through their gifting. There are likely people of noteworthy fame amongst the crowd, but that is irrelevant. What attracts me to this group is that they’re people who I can relate to. They’re not “Type A”. They’re just a bit ‘off’ in the most fantastically familiar way that only a select portion of society can fully understand and appreciate. On the way there during my conversation with my brother, he suggested that I ask God for something specific for the evening. There were many possible things I could have chosen, all things considered, but the one I went with was the idea of Hope.

The black cloud I mentioned before is obviously a simile (or is that metaphor?) for the state of depression I have found myself in. Although there are several obvious sources for this state of mind and heart, the bottom line lately has been a feeling of utter hopelessness. It has felt as if there is zero hope of ever getting away from the past, that things will always feel this bad, and that the idea of a light at the end of yet another metaphorical tunnel is laughable to say the least. The idea of there being something to hope for in the future was completely unfathomable.

Until tonight.

In the car I mentioned to my brother that I needed Hope. I asked that he ask for it for me if the thought entered his head in the future. One thing I keep being reminded of, and something I never want to forget, is that with God…nothing is an accident. There is no such thing as coincidence. God is a God of master planning and perfect orchestration. You can guess where this is going…

Tonight’s message was on Hope. Isaiah 40, to be exact – a passage I am quite fondly familiar with. Tonight, God had my card entirely. And he passed it on to a wonderful woman He sent to pray with me afterwards. And I broke.

So did the cloud which had returned during the day. Just as the sun breaks through the darkness, as each ray of brilliance shatters fog and shines its warm light on the earth bellow, so did the hope begin to break through. There was the feeling, thank God, but more importantly the recognition of something far more meaningful.

Emotions are fleeting. I have written about this many times before and remarked about their tendency to be unreliable and at time inaccurate. Tonight I learned that Hope isn’t just a feeling – it’s a choice. Where you’re eyes are focused is where your hope comes from. As long as they are focused on yourself, your circumstance, and your failings, there will be near certain disappointment and disillusionment. When we fix our eyes instead on the things Above and take a stance of gratitude for what we have and faith for what we lack, then real and lasting hope can take root.

Hope isn’t found in our situations in life or in the people around us. Certainly these can be great assets, but they are fallible. God already knows our needs and will provide for them in His time. His plans are for our benefit, not for our ruin. The lesson of the day? God is God. Let him play his role accordingly, and I’ll play mine – the beloved child He created unique and for His unique plan and purpose. He created none as he did me (or you, for that matter) so comparison to another is asinine. He delights in his creation. I just need to learn to do the same.

The Blog About Women

I hold back, more often than not. My mind is never inactive – a fact which is both the joy and bane of my existence. There is, however, a remarkable discrepancy between what goes on in my head and heart and what I voice to the world. I’m noticing more and more that this way of functioning has probably caused more problems than averted them. I’ve kept to myself my opinions of people and the ones in the lives of those close to me. I’ve taken a stance of withholding judgment of others because not only have I been judged to a ridiculous extent in the past, but also I am aware that there’s always more than one side to a story and the one I have been presented with is not always enough information to form a well informed and accurate opinion. Then again, maybe I’m just over-analyzing things as per usual.

I’ve long bemoaned the fact that I lack female friendships. I have a few decent acquaintances, but as far as close relationships go those positions have always been held by various males in my life. There’s quite a few reasons for this, anywhere from the fact that I was raised with brothers and am therefore far more familiar with relating to men, to the fact that I do have that inherent female need for male affirmation – and everywhere in between. The truth is my best friends have been male and to be honest, I’ve had no problem with that.

In recent years, this reality has been problematic as these guys have reached the age of engagements and marriage. Anyone that I’ve had any sort of relating to that is anything other than platonic friendship ends up exiting stage left as soon as there is a permanent female in their lives. I do understand this, and considering my not so distant situation, I damn near approve of this. It’s left me with an ever decreasing inner circle of friends, however, and has led me to realize that relating to the previously cursed and deemed untrustworthy female side of the population may well be necessary.

So sad, though, as with few exceptions to the rule (and yes, there are some and they know who they are) my previous belief system has been nothing but re-enforced over the last year or so.

My problems with women are sadly numerous. I already stated that there are exceptions, and with that should come the understanding that I’m not making cast iron and undebatable statements to be unquestioningly applied to every human being with a double X chromosome. Just, as it turns out, a decent and above average percentage of them I find to be overly dramatic, self involved, selfish, presumptuous, proud, arrogant, ignorant, oblivious, and otherwise irritatingly asinine creatures of somewhat less than admirable or respectable behavior.

Yep. And I’m one of them.

I see that, I do. I’ve had moments of such behavior. The difference, and really the only reason why I somewhat confidently believe my argument to hold water, is that I realize this and refuse to let the hormonal and impulsive nature that God surely ‘graced’ us with govern my every word and deed.

Unlike so many of my ’sisters’.

Admittedly, I’ve wronged a few women on likely some of the worst levels. I’m not justifying my actions of the past. They were spawned from a lack of respect for the female, though for varying reasons. As much as I have had problems seeing men as admirable people when I’ve seen what I have, I still have had a decent idea of how they should be treated if you have any intention of keeping them around. They’re not nearly as frustrating or complicated as most females seem to think them. If these girls could shift their way of thinking into a different gear, they’d see that most men’s needs are pretty straightforward. There’s the needs to be appreciated, affirmed, respected, cared for, and desired. No, it’s not an exact formula and we all have our different and unique ‘love languages’. The things that make me most nervous for females that I encounter when they are around their men is that the vast majority take their guys for granted, ridicule (whether in fun or not) and put down, show disrespect by snide remarks or selfish demands, expect to be pampered and give zero effort in return, and then roll their eyes or shut down the guy when he expresses his desire for her. And they expect them to stick around…why? Even dogs get better treatment…and these women are too self involved and blind to see it.

So, that’s my soap box, perhaps, but the point of it is that once I’ve seen a man I have respect for be de-valued or under appreciated, I’ve felt the inclination to somehow show them that they should indeed be valued and appreciated. And that, small trusted circle, is where we’ve encountered problems in the past. These are legitimate needs. It takes a person (male or female, for that matter) of great character to not look elsewhere when their needs are not being met. In the past, it has been my bad to have met these needs, however innocent the intention and action may have been.

But that doesn’t take away the merit of my argument. Just because I’ve handled it badly in the past doesn’t mean the problem isn’t there. And then there’s the way that women treat each other.

Insecurity goes hand in hand with jealousy and together they form a potentially disastrous duo of shinnanigans and heartache. No matter what my opinions are of particular females, I seldom voice them to anyone. I could think that some guys’ girlfriend is a dumb bitch but I’m not likely to say anything unless he outright asks my opinion. Even then, it’s most likely to sound something like “it seems to me that she doesn’t see much past herself and acts accordingly”. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever taken off the metaphorical gloves to verbally throw down with some girl over…well, anything. I don’t insult. I don’t verbalize blame or condemn. Even if I think it, it doesn’t reach the ones involved.

So why, then, can’t women grant the same courtesy? Why write catty passive aggressive sentiments to the other involved when there has been no initiated conflict? Why voice things they are assuming based on third party information when they know nothing of the other involved or their intentions?

And thus, we go round and round on the ever hardening cement of my view on the female of our species. And in my defense, I’m just sayin’.

Fire at will, I suppose.

The Blog About Need And Want

I just deleted what would have been the opening paragraph of this entry. In the past I have spent far too much time setting up the blog and not nearly enough getting down to the real issue behind it. This one would require paragraphs of set up if I were to give the full story or stories behind it all, so really…lets just dive right in.

“How are you?”

Three small words strung together which can be used in a variety of ways. I, personally, choose to discard the social norm of using it by way of greeting in favor of using it as its grammar implies. It is a question. When I ask it of others, I mean it. When reciprocated, only some genuinely ask with any real interest of gaining the answer. The few that do, however, I have lately had trouble giving an answer. Truth is, I’m not sure.

I don’t know how I am. I don’t feel much in general. I’ve reached a strange sort of numb – a cold and stone like exterior constructed after too many curve balls thrown my way by life. I hurt, I know that. I’m confused and conflicted. Overwhelmed. I need. Oh, God, do I need.

But what is it I need? And once that’s covered, what the heck do I want?

The first and foremost answer to this question is the obvious need AND want for God. More now than in days past do I realize that this declaration is given in no way out of obligation or guilt. It is far more of a heartfelt hunger and desire than that. My struggle is the battle between these two concepts and my inherently human nature. Finding a way to pursue the first and fight the latter is definitely a learned skill, but one I would like to master at some point in this lifetime.

I need family. I need friends. I’m completely relationally driven. Always have been. And that opens the door to other needs as well.

Want. What do I want? At this moment…peace. Enough nonsense. Enough guesswork and ambiguity in all aspects. Enough arrows. I want, for once in far longer than I can remember, for the road to rise up to meet me. For the sun to shine on me. Because I’m tired. I’m 23 going on 40. And I’m tired.