January 31, 2016

Your Report Card: "C+" ???

Do you ever feel like you can do better? Do you ever feel like you can be a little more faithful with your goals, do a little better with your job, exercise a little more, eat a little better, make a little more money, be more kind? In other words, do you ever feel like your 'good effort' always seems to fall short?

I have often considered myself a proponent of being excellent in everything. I’ve encouraged so many to do the same, and to maximize the gift that God put inside of them. If He is a creator, a perfect creator, and we are made in his image, then we should also create (perhaps not perfectly, but at least on a pretty high level). Unfortunately, my judgment of where that level of excellence is and whether or not I've reached it seems to constantly change like a bouncing buoy on the stormy waves of the ocean.

My desire to achieve "better" and "best" started in grade school and continued into every other area of my life. Though the results of my hard work were sometimes noteworthy, many times my life lacked rest and peace, and the satisfaction of a job 'well done.' Many times I saw my fruit as only "good." Average. Satisfactory. In other words, my life grade was a "C+". Unlike Ralphie in A Christmas Story who believed his Christmas essay deserved an A++++, I knew my self-imposed grade was about what I deserved. That being said, I was still deflated with my C+. I wanted an A.

Societal influences do not help this internal conflict. There is always a pressure (sometimes subtle, sometimes overt) to be more, to do more, to earn more, to have more… to always succeed higher. We often compare ourselves, our children, our job, our home, our accomplishments to those around us.

Now don’t get me wrong here. I do believe that we should aim high. Dreams are meant to propel us into places we never thought we could achieve. Influence in society as successful people requires a relevance and an adeptness at a talent or gift. As Christians, we are called to be salt. Salt changes its environment, and its absence is noticed.

It's not the goals that I'm speaking of. It's the result. It's the grade. Where did I land? In my mind, it was always short of my goal.

As I was contemplating all of this, I remembered a passage of scripture that I had read hundreds of times. No doubt you may have read it many times before. Even those who don’t profess faith are familiar with it. But sometimes a familiar passage can take on a new meaning. This was one of those times.

In the story of creation in the Bible, there is a phrase that repeats over and over throughout Genesis 1. It reads exactly the same in different translations. This phrase occurs after the conclusion of each element of creation.

“God saw that it was good.”

Good.

Not perfect.

Not even very good.

Just good.

What does good mean? I started to think of current educational standards, i.e. grades, as a way to evaluate our work. Even to adults, grades or performance reviews are an indication of how we are doing. If God were creating the world today and he was giving a grade to his creation by his view that it was good, what would the grade for “Good” be?

After reading multiple sites about what grades really mean and what I knew to be true, I determined that God was giving his work, his amazing creative work, somewhere between a “B” and a “C.” In other words, "C+".

Ok, now before you declare me a heretic and ignore the rest of what I have to say, let me finish. Hear me out until the end.

At the very end of creation culminating in man’s formation, when God surveyed everything, all of it, the sum total of all the “good,” the end result was ... “VERY GOOD.”

At no individual point along the way was anything considered “very good.” It wasn’t until all the work, all the results were put together, viewed not as separate events but as a string pieced together into a whole, that this designation was applied.

Immediately after this ultimate evaluation occurred and everything was finished, it allowed a very important and deliberate act to happen. “He rested.”

As I applied this to my own life, I realized that my ability to rest and to be satisfied is directly proportional to how I feel I am doing. Have I achieved excellent, very good, good, or have I failed?

When we have a connection with God that allows us to work at individual items in our lives to the point of them being “good” and when we are ok with “good” being enough, the overall perspective of all these “good” things put together will synthesize into something that is “very good.” In other words, we don’t have to strive to be excellent at every single thing we do. If we are hoping to achieve that, we find ourselves weary, unrested, and in some cases exhausted.

I believe if our perspective is to look at all the good, we can then string it together and view it as something very, very good. Not only that, we can truly rest. We can know that we are doing what we were created to do and doing it well.

Now for the verse that I alluded to above -- the "well done, my good and faithful servant" verse that many of us might have no doubt quoted. When Jesus told the parable of the talents, He uses the phrase, "Well done". Of course that's what we all want to hear, and at first glance, it seems to be contradictory to the verses in Genesis. When we put the verse in perspective, however, this affirmation is said only after the master returned from being gone for a LONG TIME. Once again, the 'well done' or 'very good' designation comes at the end of a progressive string of 'good' decisions and actions. Who knows how long the master was gone. A week, a month, a year, 10 years? The point is, it was a long time. We have to look at our life as a long journey that we are somewhere in the middle of.

The problem still remains... what is good?

Eating from the one tree, the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, led to the fall of man, the entrance of sin, and a host of other things, including a perpetual need to work and a difficulty in finding rest. Why? Because we now have to figure out what is good. And for someone like me, good is never good enough. This constant pursuit leads to more work and more striving. Knowing how to define good was the temptation then and it is our temptation now.

As you examine the different elements of your life, I suggest you look at them through God's lens. Are you making a "C+"? Then it is good. If you feel like a failure, remember that no final grade is ever based on any one thing, and your semester isn't over yet. Sometimes you'll feel excellent and sometimes just good and sometimes like a failure. It's all ok. The purpose of not eating the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil is that Adam and Eve didn't have to figure it out. They could rest in relationship with and trusting of God that they would not be judged on every single success or failure.

I'm still a proponent of excellence. But I'm also a proponent of relationship with God. I have learned not to exhaust myself doing more, achieving more, trying to keep up with those around me or with my own view of excellence. Instead I have kept the connection that allows me to see my life and work as good.

Find out from God what GOOD really means for you. Knowing that all of our good, in connection with a perfect creator, will ultimately be pieced together into something beautiful and very, very good. When you realize that, your "C+" is good enough.

Subsequently, you will be able to rest, consistently, knowing that you don’t have to figure it all out. One step at a time, one task at a time. It is good.


Related blog post:  Framing the Pages of Your Life

January 15, 2016

When Your Parachute Doesn't Open

I suppose God can speak to you through the most unlikely of people. You could guess that God might speak to you through your pastor, your Bible study leader, or even your friend. The truth is, he can use anything or anyone.

Today, I heard God speaking to me through a game show host. Yes, that’s right. Steve Harvey had a word from God aimed right at me. In his words (and they are powerful words), "You Gotta Jump."

The heart of the message, really, was to make your life count, to not merely exist but to pursue your dreams and engage your gifts. It's what I was talking about in my recent blog on dreams.

Well, the truth is, I did jump. I jumped right into pursuing some of my dreams. I jumped right into the unknown, right into nothingness, right into things I may not be qualified for nor prepared for.

And guess what? My parachute didn't open.

Instead of soaring into the great unknown, exhilarated by the sensation of achieving my goals, I instead was dashed upon the rocks. Discouragement formed like a wall blocking my path, daring me to rise. Raising myself up bloody and bruised, intimidated by the wall in front of me, I went back to my starting place. I remembered some of God's promises. I gathered my courage. And I jumped again.

My parachute didn't open. Again.

After the second attempt and the subsequent failure to launch, I was just about ready to shelf the very things that had given me hope and vision -- shelf them until some undetermined time in the future. 'This must not be God's will or his timing,' I thought.

Now, I do need to say that these 'interruptions' that short circuited my journey were not minor. They affected me deeply. They threatened my resolve. They stole my resource. They sidelined me.

I was struggling to get back on track when a letter came from a dear friend. She shared with me her hopes and dreams for this season, and how my words had encouraged her. As I read the letter, her words became life right back to me, inspiring me yet again to take the plunge. I began to see that my expectations of unimpeded progress were not realistic. My pursuit would require much more time, effort, and perseverance. I began to realize that I had gotten a little bruised through a couple of setbacks, but I didn't die. Neither had my dreams.

When you jump into something new, it is rare to succeed the first, or even the second time. Normally, there is a fall, and you gather some injuries along the way. The cuts form scabs that heal, and the skin toughens itself to withstand more the next time.

Many times, the parachute doesn’t open. The doors don’t open right away. The grace isn’t always there at first.

Sometimes opposition is in direct correlation to the dream. The roadblock can be a loss of finances, time or other resources needed to fulfill the dream. Other times, it’s merely a distraction, usually a big one, that takes your time, focus, and energy away from pursuit of the dream. You may face obstacles of discouragement. Intimidation. Unbelief. Hopelessness. Reminders of past failures. Do remember that we have an enemy. He really likes to try to kill things when they are small, in their infancy and growing.

I believe, though, that there is a pushing through, a 'get yourself up and get a move on' attitude that can eventually make for some successes along the way, and progress towards the goal. In addition, we must remember that there are times when we need support. We need help. We need other people to help us re-enter the race. We are not meant to be islands unto ourselves, but a functioning body that works together.

Nothing that comes quickly or easily endures. The seeds that sprout quickly have shallow roots. Radishes are among the fastest sprouting seeds, and likewise they can be easily uprooted anytime in their development.

My daughter planted a redwood seed at the beginning of the year, and we are still waiting patiently for that seed to germinate and grow into one of the strongest and tallest plants in existence. It takes patience. It takes constant effort. It takes a relentless hope. It takes time.

So I've picked myself up from 2 different falls, and I'm heading back to the edge to jump again. And again and again. Each time, I'll be stronger from the last jump. I'll be smarter. My roots will be growing deeper. My commitment will grow stronger. And eventually, my parachute will open up for me. My gift, my dream will make a way.

Come on. Jump with me. If you already have jumped and fallen, then jump again. If you have jumped and succeeded, then jump higher. Eventually, our dreams will open up and carry us.


Dedicated to my friend, Debbie, and others who are jumping along with me.