Showing posts with label rest for the soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rest for the soul. Show all posts

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Myth Escorts Truth



[Myths] give us (at the first meeting) as much delight and (on prolonged acquaintance) as much wisdom and strength as the works of the greatest poets. […] It goes beyond the expression of things we have already felt.[…] It gets under our skin […] and in general shocks us more fully awake than we are for most of our lives. ( C.S. Lewis Phantastes xi)

This morning I took the kids to the library. They squeal when we go, yes, but I myself get almost giddy when I select a novel from a well-known and loved author. I know it's going to be worth reading and I know it's going to transport me to a place of slow exhalations and minimal worries. 

They say that reading enlarges a child's world and I would agree, but for me, reading reduces my world to a beautiful and savory concentration of beauty, rest, and meaning. 

Many people think that books are written to educate and we merely read to download information. But reading is so, so much more. 
"Whether or not people are aware of the fact, they cannot live without myth, nor can they reach full stature as people without true myths. A proper response to true myth is necessary to moral and spiritual health. Allowing its figurative language free play upon the imagination and yielding to its claim upon one's life is a means by which readers can come to well-being for time and eternity." (Rolland Hein Christian Mythmakers)
We have  become "too old" indeed if we have lost our capacity to appreciate story. Life--the very depths of our identity--is crafted in the eternal meaning of a long-written story, the Story of our Creator, our Savior and our eternal and coming King. 

If we neglect--or completely reject--all that is fantastical and "illogical" than we have denied a deep part of our souls. It's in the creative elements of beauty: painting, cooking, designing, writing, dancing, or making music that we see the "deeper truth" of the why. 

Madeleine L'Engle claimed that "our truest response to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response to we find truth." 

We don't approach the darkness with a calculating dissertation on the logic of our being--though I suppose that may help some--rather, we find meaning in the childlike faith of mystery, wonder, and trust. We return to our roots, appreciating what all can grasp (the sheer awe of Him, His story, and our place in it all). 

There's a reason Jesus often taught in parables. He wanted to connect with people on a more-than-academic  level. He wasn't there to preach hard-to-grasp concepts (though many of them were challenging ideas anyway); he taught with story. "It's like this..."

And so does fiction transport us to deeper understanding: "Life is like this..." And somehow we rest in the truth unveiled. Never lose that childlike wonder of the myth. 

“I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be... This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages...the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide... Far too many people misunderstand what *putting away childish things* means, and think that forgetting what it is like to think and feel and touch and smell and taste and see and hear like a three-year-old or a thirteen-year-old or a twenty-three-year-old means being grownup. When I'm with these people I, like the kids, feel that if this is what it means to be a grown-up, then I don't ever want to be one. Instead of which, if I can retain a child's awareness and joy, and *be* fifty-one, then I will really learn what it means to be grownup.” 
― Madeleine L'Engle

Monday, March 9, 2015

When You Feel Like You Might Not Be Worth It


Winter lapses into spring. We turned our clocks forward and reset our watches, eagerly awaiting a warmer, longer day to come. 

Likewise, now is a good time to reset our souls. 
A spring cleaning.
A soul detox.
Perhaps you've ignored your soul a little too long and it's growing cobwebs...or worse yet, mold has taken over. You can no longer distinguish the lies from the truth or the growth from the decay because everything is covered over with grimy negligence. You mop weekly but the grout-lines need some attention: it's time for a deeper scrub. 



We deceive ourselves if we think our souls will maintain. Just as our bodies require exercise, rest, and nutrition, so do our souls require nourishment. 

Watching my favorite flowers open up, I allow my soul to expand. It's an uncomfortable process but a necessary one. We can't, and shouldn't, remain buds forever. 


I am reading Gray's book, but it's not what I thought it would be. The pages take me to a place of uncomfortable analysis. I wanted comfort food, but what I get instead is a green drink. Nasty to taste but essential for cleansing. It's health, this soul detoxing. God is asking me, can you rest, really rest and trust? With wise discernment, it was pointed out to me that we can't rest on lies. If God is going to take us to a place of growth, we have to weed out that which inhibits growth. 


Gray challenges me to quit avoiding the hurdle and get beyond to a place of true freedom: "What realities have I accepted living with for decades that have become immovable parts of my identity?" (40). 

Do I truly believe in my heart of hearts that God likes me just as I am? I get His love--He is love--but do I truly live with conviction that He desires me, likes me? He chases me, pursues me, thinks I'm worth it?  Because if we don't believe He thinks we're worth the trouble, we won't move beyond our own guilt-motivated, task-driven frantic pace of proving ourselves beyond the "as is". Slowing down won't be an option, because, after all, who are we if we aren't something to offer, something to do, something to accomplish?  Nobody.


God and I have been pulling some extensive weeds in my soul. They have become monstrous. And the process is slow. These weeds have been growing for too long. 


Unwanted, rejected, disposable, not worth the trouble. 

               "I don't want her. I remember those words. Have you had those words thrown at
                you? Have you felt them smack against your heart, leaving an echo of pain
                across your soul? These words I felt doomed to hear if I didn't become someone
                who deserved to be loved and cherished. Nothing special. 

                I've carried this uneasy suspicion I was nothing special and everyone would
                probably know it if I ever stopped doing and simply was plain old me." (Gray 65)

My prayer: God, I know you have over and over, but will you show me again? Will you renew me with your love? Will you show me how much you delight in me? How you pursue me and want me...and like me...broken even...as is? Will you blot out these lies and replace them with the truth--truth that takes deep root? Transplant that which is decay with that which is life and don't let the Enemy sink me in despair that you are tired of me, impatient, or unwilling to restore me. Let me hear your voice.

Psalm 149:4, "For the Lord takes pleasure in His people; He will beautify the afflicted ones with salvation." 

Psalm 94:14, "For the Lord will not reject his people; he will not abandon his heritage."

Lam. 3:22, "The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end." 

I John 3:1a, "See how very much our Father loves us, for he calls us his children, and that is what we are!" 

Isaiah 41:9-10, "I took you from the ends of the earth, from its farthest corners I called you. I said, 'You are my servant'; I have chosen you and have not rejected you. So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." 

Psalm 143:8, "Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul." 

Kari Jobe My Beloved
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