Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A job that is stretched over an inflated ego


What I miss about being a scientist is the ability to preface my statements with the authoritative claim of being a member of the field about which I'm speaking; thus, to be the one with the most important opinion in the room. To be, in fact, the most important person in the room.  I wanted to become a competent scientist so that I can speak authoritatively about Creationism.  The way that PhD scientists could call people to account if they didn't believe in a 6-day creation was enviable, and I wanted it.  Oh if only I could become a scientist also!  People would think twice before disagreeing with me, or at least hold their hat in their hands when they do so.  I do actually enjoy learning and understanding, but this doesn't seem to be enough to get me to the goal of a PhD, and what hurts the most is the loss of the authority that the title brings.  But being in this situation where I am possibly no longer pursuing a PhD has given me a unique vantage point.  Seeing who I was while pursuing a PhD, what drove me, what I longed for, the way I related to people when discussing things like Science, Creationism, Cancer, Medical Ethics, it makes me wonder how could I ever truly love someone when I so badly wanted to get the intellectual upper hand.  How could I even love my job under those circumstances?

Now I have fits of enjoyment when I speak to people about cancer, or when I am able to look down on some self-congratulatory statement by an atheist who claims to be the holder of "reason" and "thoughtfulness", when it is in fact I who am pursuing a PhD.  But it's nothing more than me still fighting for my pride like a madman, like Macbeth still fighting for his sovereignty after Birnam forest was on his doorstep.  How dreadful would I have been if I had achieved what I sought after?  When people praised me for my great work and sought me out as the one who had the answers?  I would never need God again.  I would stretch my audience and my friends out over my inflated ego, maybe write a book or two.  Don't I already get angry when I'm not able to get my own points in during my bible study? or worse, when someone else makes the point that I was wanting to make?  When the silence is too short for me to speak up and still appear humble.  I MUST appear thoughtful and intelligent.  It's no wonder I am ruined after failing a grad program, and getting demoted in the Guard, and in addition, now it looks like I'm not all that theologically competent either.  It's obvious I can't hack it.

This is what happens when you try to stretch something temporal over the space that only God can fill.  Only God can hold form when positioned to fill the ego.  You try to cover the sore left by an empty ego with anything other than God's opinion of you, and you will tear that thing.  It is unloving to try to lean on people to be the constant source of identity (good father, good teacher, competent lover, cherished husband) and irresponsible to try to lean on hobbies or occupation (moving to the top, knowledgeable craftsman, good work out there).  God does not need me to offer competence to him, he has all the competence he needs in the Spirit's work in the hearts of his people.  I can stop working to try to build up a justifying resume.  That work was already done in Christ, and I have HIS resume, HIS competence, HIS curriculum vitae.

Now what do I do?  Repent of the way that I have built up an identity outside of Christ.  Believe that I am sufficient and loved by the Father no less if I am less intellectual and no more if I am more intellectual.  Use what I know as a springboard toward repentance and faith in Christ, both for myself and for others.  In love, point to Christ, not trying to draw attention to myself, but appreciating that the Spirit is the one leading discussions, and he will draw all men to Christ, and save those whom the Father has given to Christ, and how blessed am I if I am a tool in His hand.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Feeling intense panic... a lot

Fear and panic often fills my heart almost literally, and my heart fills with a strong dull pain because of the panic.  I want to run.  Even in my dreams, it can be so frightening because I can't move.  Fear.  So afraid.  Panic.  Heart racing.  I need to get up and leave.  Where do I go?  Everyone can betray me and force me into this place that I fear, and the more I think of that fact the more afraid I am!  WHY IS THIS WORLD SO CRUEL!?  Yet...
Psalm 27
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
  whom shall I fear?
 The LORD is the stronghold of my life;
  of whom shall I be afraid?
  When evildoers assail me
  to eat up my flesh,
 my adversaries and foes,
  it is they who stumble and fall.
  Though an army encamp against me,
  my heart shall not fear;
 though war arise against me,
  yet I will be confident.
  One thing have I asked of the LORD,
  that will I seek after:
 that I may dwell in the house of the LORD
  all the days of my life,
 to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD
  and to inquire in his temple.
  For he will hide me in his shelter
  in the day of trouble;
 he will conceal me under the cover of his tent;
  he will lift me high upon a rock.
  And now my head shall be lifted up
  above my enemies all around me,
 and I will offer in his tent
  sacrifices with shouts of joy;
 I will sing and make melody to the LORD.
  Hear, O LORD, when I cry aloud;
  be gracious to me and answer me!
 You have said, “Seek my face.”
 My heart says to you,
  “Your face, LORD, do I seek.”
  Hide not your face from me.
 Turn not your servant away in anger,
  O you who have been my help.
 Cast me not off; forsake me not,
  O God of my salvation!
 For my father and my mother have forsaken me,
  but the LORD will take me in.
  Teach me your way, O LORD,
  and lead me on a level path
  because of my enemies.
 Give me not up to the will of my adversaries;
  for false witnesses have risen against me,
  and they breathe out violence.
  I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the LORD
  in the land of the living!
 Wait for the LORD;
  be strong, and let your heart take courage;
  wait for the LORD!

I know the God whom I trust will not utterly forsake me.  Only my older brother Jesus went all the way to Hell, and all the reasons that God has for sending me are swallowed up in His sacrafice for me.  And I know that even if I must be handed over to my tormenters, I will be storing up a weight of glory that will endure for all ages and sing with unrelenting light the praise of my Father in heaven. 
Father, you have not promised that I will not endure torment, but I am surrounded by a cloud of witnesses who spur me on toward faith in your goodness no matter what may come.  Thank you Father that I can be comforted in all circumstances.  Thank you for sending Jesus to take the torment that I deserved, and left me only with your pleasure looking ever down on me, reclining against your chest.