9/30/13

i don't believe in God: video


I, Zac, do believe in God. It's just the title of the post. 

I need you to remember these two verses before you watch this video.
And one of them, a lawyer, asked him a question to test him. “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?” And he said to him, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the great and first commandment. And a second is like it: You shall love your neighbor as yourself. Matthew 22:35-39
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:5-7
God has called us to love our neighbors. God has called us to love like He lays it out in 1 Corinthians 13. God empowers this love.

Let me ask you a few questions.

How could you love someone if you never listened to them? How could you love them if you never got to know them?  How could you love someone if you never tried to understand their point of view? How could you love someone if you never tried to understand what they believe?

It's far too easy for me to cruise through life believing what I believe. But I know a lot of awesome people (people that I am called to love) that simply do not believe the same things that I believe. Sometimes the Christian's response to someone like this is shunning, hatred, and rumor mongering -- not Godly love. I think this is wrong. Jesus called me to love others and share the gospel, not to change people's hearts (that is His gig). Therefore, out of compassion, friendship, and plain curiosity it is important to get to know other people's points of view. It's unloving to ignore, hate, and make statements that are not grounded in reality about anybody -- no matter what they believe.  

I have some friends who do not believe in God, and they have passionate, deeply held beliefs as to why they feel that way. I respect them for believing something and standing up for it. It is far more than I have done in the past. Of course, I would like them to see it my way, but salvation belongs to the Lord. It's simply not our job to force anyone to believe.

This being said, I think it is a good practice to learn what other people believe and why they believe those things. I think that it's wise to educate yourself, but I also think that it's the loving and Christlike thing to do. So check out this video made by Hemant Mehta, and begin to understand why people believe differently than you do.

When it comes down to it I have to ask myself, why would anyone listen to what I believe and why, if I am not also willing to listen to what they believe and why?


9/29/13

Family




 Emily Fridenmaker is a regular contributor at 'for we have rebelled.'
 You can find her at A Relentless Embracing of Good.


                               
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I'm from Greenbrier county.


It's located in southern West Virginia. If you aren't also from southern WV, you probably have a few unsavory and [mostly] false things that come to your mind when you hear about my dear, sweet home, such as:
  • toothless hillbillies
  • ignorant rednecks
  • racism
  • terrible education
  • meth labs (I'm only on Breaking Bad season 4...don't you dare spoil it for me)
Now we have our problems, just like any other place. While we may indeed have our fair share of meth labs, let me tell you about one thing that southern West Virginia does exceptionally well: community.

It's difficult to describe home to you if you aren't from a similar place, but I'm going to try, using my own life as an example. 

Both sets of my grandparents, and their parents, and their parents, and so on have lived in roughly the same place forever. I lived less than 10 minutes away from both sets of grandparents all of my life (until moving for college). My nearest neighbor was my great grandma, and the next nearest after that was my great aunt. My church had around 50 people in it, and almost all of them were related to at least 1 of about 3 families. So many families have known each other for generations. My elementary school teachers remembered teaching my parents when they were in elementary school. People I don't know have seen me out and asked, 'Are you a Treadway?' or said, 'Boy, you sure look like your mom.' I'm not unique in this either...most of the people I know from home have similar stories.

The unique thing about home is that there is a history among us...there are so many things that we all share that are ingrained in us from the time we're born, and other people just don't understand

I tell you all this to make one point: we are all for one another.


When Homer had surgery, Mommy went around the road every day to change his bandages.

When my grandparents passed away, there was the biggest collection of rolls, casseroles, brownies, beans, chicken, sandwiches, and salads you'd ever seen.

When a new baby is coming, that mom-to-be likely won't have to buy much because church ladies love to buy blankies and onesies. 

When someone's house burns down, everybody knows which bank has the donation account set up, and they give. Or they know about what size those little girls wear, and they know just where they can pick something up for them.

When Daddy was sick, and when he passed away, there was the greatest outpouring of love and prayers I had experienced in my entire life. People weren't only messaging and texting us, they were bringing food, detergent, paper plates, offering to mow the grass, telling funny stories about him at the wake, stopping by to see how we were, and just generally loving on us.

The people in my community consistently and lovingly rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.

Ultimately though, this type of community doesn't have to be preceded by generations of knowing one another.

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As Christians (wherever in the world we may be), we have something in common that is much greater than family history, geographical location, or our accents.

We have all been saved, snatched from the brink of death and the depths of sin by the very same Savior. Though we may not realize it, we all share the same story: a history of sin, trumped by an Epic Intervention.

But wait! Not only do we have history in common, we also share a present and a future.

We labor alongside one another in the present, brothers and sisters longing to see the works of our Father widely proclaimed, and hoping to see the lost reconciled.

We look ahead to our future, trusting in His promises and anticipating the city that He builds.

Believers, we have all been adopted into the family of Christ, and are therefore related by blood. God has given us one another to lean on, to help up, to call out, and to work alongside.


There is no greater community than the community that God has called together. May we absolutely wring ourselves out for the good of it.

Romans 12: 9-18
Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.
Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor.
Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord.
Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.
Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality.
Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them.
Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
Live in harmony with one another. Do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly.
Never be wise in your own sight.
Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all.
If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all.






9/24/13

encouragement casualty, part two: you can be anything you want


Last time I talked about how the phrase, ‘you are special’ may have negatively affected my life. This time I want to talk about how the phrase, ‘you can be anything you want to be’ similarly affected me.

The phrase, "you can be anything 
you want to be' shaped my 
identity growing up. 

The phrase, "you can be anything you want to be" shaped my identity growing up. I took this motto to heart and trusted it as "truth." I allowed this "truth" to dig itself deeply into my heart. In fact, this one phrase has shaped the identity of myself and my peers so deeply that it is unlikely we will ever concede that it is not "truth." I believe that this phrase is a lie from hell, and that it has confused and delayed the pending adulthood of my generation. I know that there is much more to blame for the continued adolescence of my peers, but this ideology has played it's tragic role. It may be true that if you work hard enough you can achieve much, but it is simply a bold-faced, damnable lie to tell everybody they can literally achieve anything and everything they want.

I don’t want to seem like I am overstating myself because I have harshly attacked this common ‘encouraging’ phrase, but I do feel justified in my aggression towards it. I realize that there are many other factors as to why someone exhibits a lack of commitment. But as I have said before, every poor choice I have made is my fault alone. I believe that behind this phrase there exists a mindset, and I believe that this mindset permeates our current cultural climate. I believe that this phrase is just one way that this mindset portrays itself. This mindset is what I’m talking about, and this phrase is just the vehicle in which I rode. I chose this vehicle because it greatly influenced my life, is common to most people, and it is seemingly harmless. What bad could come from telling your kid that they can do anything they want? Is this phrase seriously that big of a deal? I guess at the surface these are valid questions, but once you get to the mindset that this phrase creates then I believe that you will see how dangerous it actually is.

...life is not a buffet of 
choices where you can pick
 anything you want.

First off, most people will probably agree with me when I say that this encouragement does not line up with reality. Everybody on this side of high school, college, or their first job knows that life is not a buffet of choices where you can pick anything you want. I suppose I should have learned this a long time ago, but unfortunately I took it to heart and allowed it to shape my decision making identity. This motto, ever present in the back of my skull, has lurched forward every time something difficult has come along. When something hard happens at work, at school, or in life, then I think, “Well, I can do anything I want. So, I'm going to do something else because this sucks." It seems trivial, but when one makes decisions like this for 16 years straight, then NOTHING gets done. When every option is available, when ALL doors are open, when any avenue is driveable, you sit at the intersection dumbfounded by confusion, laziness, and fear. This motto helped to create a lack of commitment in my heart. I truly believed that I could do anything that I wanted, and therefore I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. I was at a stalemate in life always looking for something better and never committing to anything.

The second issue is far more devastating than the first, and it permeates the culture of my generation. The two phrases I have been highlighting, ‘YOU are special,’ and ‘YOU can be anything YOU want’ begin (at a young age) to create in the heart of their hearers a heart of self-centeredness, entitlement, and overwhelming self-idolatry. Another word for mindset is worldview -- how we see the world, and in turn, how we interpret what we see. I believe that the motto, ‘You can be anything you want’ points to a very specific worldview. There are a lot of other phrases out there that contribute to this worldview -- for instance, ‘Pull yourself up by your bootstraps,’ God helps those who help themselves,’ and ‘The only obstacle is yourself.’ The common thread in these common sayings is You, and I believe that this thread is at the core of our worldview. This thread is the center of this post and this thread is the heart of my issues with my childhood encouragement. These phrases contributed to one thing in my life; one incredibly horrific, life-sucking, deeply dangerous thing -- they contributed to me making myself my own god.

...everyone everywhere is 
worshipping all the time. 

I don’t think that you have to be told these things to grow up serving yourself, but I do think that this reinforces a preset disposition to self-idolatry. I firmly believe that everyone everywhere is worshiping all the time. This does not necessarily mean that you are worshipping the God of the Bible, but you are worshipping something -- just look at sports, concerts, and malls. We all spend our time, energy and money on something, and that thing is the object of our worship. For some people it is not self worship, but instead relationship worship (but even these people usually put so much effort into their relationships because they need something for themselves). These people may focus on their families, spouses, or children, but either way they are expending their lives for the sake of something and this is worship. 

With that in mind, I now realize that I grew up with me as the center of my life. I poured out my energy, my focus, my money, my everything for my sake. I was the center of my world. And I believe that these two phrases helped to put me there. In fact, me being the center was celebrated, encouraged, and the norm. I grew up with a generation of kids that were told to think of themselves, look out for themselves, fight for themselves, help themselves, be themselves, stand up for their rights, not to back down, to shoot for the stars, and to be anything that they wanted to be. Some of these things have a time and a place, but when your world revolves around these mindsets, then your world revolves around YOU.

My world revolved around me. Therefore, I made the selfish decisions. I looked out only for myself. I only helped others when it was trendy (and I didn't have to give away any money). I spent my time worrying about how I would have fun, how I could relax, how I might be comfortable, and how I could get away with the smallest amount of work possible. I became selfish, lethargic, apathetic, lazy, uncommitted, and terribly boring because the only subject that filled my mind was me.

I'm afraid that the problem 
is far greater than we are 
willing to admit.

I’m afraid that this is where we all are (and I sometimes still am). I’m afraid that we care for ourselves far too much. I’m afraid that we are so wrapped up in ourselves that we would be nothing but offended by this very notion. I’m afraid that the problem is far greater than we are willing to admit. I’m afraid that we are so caught up in believing that we are special, and I’m afraid that we are so caught up on believing that we can be anything we want to be, that we will never be able to see past the waiter’s poor service and to the fact that he is a human being with a tired soul. I’m afraid that we are so caught up with the idea of, ‘I’m spending money here. This is his job. Why can’t he get it right?,’ that we cannot see that the cashier is a broken and hurt individual. I’m afraid that we are so deeply entitled to our own comfort, security, and pleasure that we would rather talk behind a man’s back, than to ask him how his day is going. I am afraid we actually, truly believe that we are special. And I know for a fact that ‘me’ being the center of the universe is so deeply driven into our culture it will take something much greater than myself to break it loose. 

We could argue all day about whether or not some of us are special. It doesn’t matter. I think that my point has been made. I grew up thinking far too highly of myself, and that worldview has led me down some difficult paths. I now see that we need to believe that we are alive for a far greater reason than ourselves. We are alive for a more beautiful purpose than our entitlement, comfort, security, and pleasure. I believe that we are alive to glorify God. And to glorify God we have knock ourselves down a few pegs. We can no longer be number one. We can’t even be number two. To glorify God we need to serve, love, and help others. This is one of the most practical and loving ways to glorify God. And even if you don’t agree that we should be living for God, then I hope that you can agree that one’s life should be others focused -- that we should think of others before we think of ourselves. In essence, we should think that everyone besides ‘me’ is the special one and we should treat them as such.


Do you agree with these thoughts? Disagree? If so, let’s talk about it in the comments.

9/23/13

Overflow




 Emily Fridenmaker is a regular contributor at 'for we have rebelled.'
 You can find her at A Relentless Embracing of Good.


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We are not saved by works.

Let me say that again.

WE ARE NOT SAVED BY WORKS.

Jesus’ death on the cross and his capture of a sinner’s heart does that.

However, we as Christians are saved TO works.

When we trust in Jesus, when our present and future hope is in Him and all that He is, we get to experience the mercy that gives us not what we deserve (hell), but a relationship with the Creator that extends into eternity. We get to experience His gifts—gifts that we enjoy freely and that are far better than those a good dad would give to his son. We get to experience his love—His relentless, undeserved, perfect, entirely one-way love.

These are wonderful things and they are not meant to terminate on us.

Mercy, gifts, love, time, money...we get to experience these things with open hands.

None of these things belong to us, we don’t deserve any of them…God gives them to us in order that other people might see HOW GREAT HE IS.
We are stagnant consumers, taking what the church has to offer...
If the extent of our involvement in the working kingdom of Christ is saying a half-hearted prayer for someone and throwing a check in the offering plate twice a month, no one is seeing the tangible outworking of the Gospel in our lives. We are stagnant consumers, taking what the church has to offer but not loving it enough to live and speak the Gospel back into it. This can cripple a church. Because after all, the church is a body and we are a part of it. One does not function optimally or efficiently when part of one’s body is refusing to work. Giving of ourselves strengthens the Body as a community of believers that GENUINELY love and care for our brothers and sisters.

And lest we be deceived that works in the Kingdom are only for ‘others,’ let’s remember that reaching out to help is for us too. Giving of our money, our selves, and our time strengthens our faith and our trust in God—it brings about the realization that He will provide for our needs in all situations. It is vital for us to know in our heads and our hearts that nothing that we can do for ourselves, no amount of possessions or time can satisfy our need for a Savior. If this is true, then why do we cling so tightly to them, ignoring God’s commands and his people?

...it brings about the realization that He will provide for our needs in all situations.

When we are satisfied in Christ and totally experience His goodness, how could that goodness not overflow in our lives, reaching those in our communities?

What I don’t want to happen is for someone to read this and think, “Alright, now I just have to go do all these things and help this person and volunteer here and etc. etc. for Jesus!” The conclusion I hope you as a reader will come to is as we press in to Jesus, as He draws nearer to us, our hearts will begin to be broken by that which breaks his. We will love Him more, and in turn love His people more.

Ultimately, the thought I will leave you with is this: HOW can we possibly be saved and transformed by Jesus and the Gospel and not be motivated to follow his commands and love his people—people who are sinners….exactly like us.


James 2:14-17
What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? 
If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, "Go in peace, be warmed and filled," without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that?
So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

9/22/13

Coming Soon


I am very excited about the future of my little blog. As you may have noticed, I have been working to improve the overall state of this website, and I am continuing to work to make it better. Even so, this is not the only reason I am excited. I am also excited because I believe that God has given me a specific vision for this website, and I am beginning to see that vision a little more clearly. Not only that, but I am also starting to see it come to fruition. 

But! what I find most exciting about the future of for we have rebelled is the addition of a broader base of opinion. I am extremely excited to announce that I will be adding regular contributors to my blog. I have already talked to a number of people about sharing their thoughts and opinions via this format, and they have enthusiastically jumped on board. I cannot wait to open up the blog to a broader conversation about deeper things.

So, I am improving the website, sharpening my vision, and opening up the floor to more people. For me, this is an exciting step in developing relationships, and starting conversations. In fact, if you would be interested in contributing to the blog, please send me an email at forwehaverebelled@gmail.com, and we can start talking about that possibility.

Thanks for reading,
Zac  

9/17/13

all locked up



I have sorta talked about this before. I think that I am a creative person. I have creative thoughts -- original, imaginative thoughts. These thoughts are amazing in my head, but when I go to communicate them, they fall short of what I am seeing. So, I am a creative person without the skill to share that creativity. It honestly feels a little imprisoning.

The only outlet that helps relieve some of the creative pressure is writing, but I have yet to write in a creative manner. My writing is so formal -- like I am always writing a paper on organizational communication. So even though I do often write (far more than I post), I do not feel like I am able to creatively express myself. Even while writing this, I feel like I am telling my problems to a therapist instead of just communicating in a natural, normal way.

All that being said, when I observe great works of creativity I feel instant inspiration. Thoughts, ideas, and creativity surge through my veins. My imagination builds new worlds and greets new friends. My soul sings songs that have never been heard. My eyes paint a picture that would come awake into life, and my heart beats with a passion that I rarely reveal. All of this creative pressure builds within me, but when I put my hands to work it turns out looking or sounding like a five year old playing ‘hot cross buns’ on the piano. The things that I create inside my mind are stuck there without any chance of escaping. They are caged by my lack of creative talent and skill.

I think that this is a good thing.

The thing that inspires me the most is a great story -- better yet an epic story. A story that has sweeping pans of beautiful, distant, and vibrant landscape. A story that has an unyielding darkness that strikes hopelessness and fear. A story that reveals character, strength, and bravery. I love when a story that intertwines the mystical and the physical. I love a story with deep, meaningful character development that creates in the hearer a real connection. I love when a story is able to take the hearer to the point of disparity and bring in a hopeful savior at the last possible second. Most of us love stories like this. It would seem that these themes are what most great stories are made of -- a people, a darkness that deeply threatens their existence, and a great savior to rescue them no matter the cost.

It is stories like this that cause in me the creative passion that I was referring to. And I believe that if I could release that passion through a creative outlet, then I would not be driven to proclaim it. If I could witness a great story, be inspired, draw a picture, and then forget that story, then I would never again experience what that story has brought me. This is why I think that my lack of creative skill is a good thing.

Since I can’t get over the story, I can keep talking about the story. Since I can’t find an outlet for the passion the story creates, then I can keep telling others about the story. Since the story is an end in itself, I can always find imagination, music, art, and passion in the story that matters most.

9/16/13

video: it's not enough (Dustin Kensrue)

This video is passionate and spot on. I think that Dustin Kensrue captures a truth of the soul -- no matter what we do, it simply is not enough. I think that he echos King Solomon in Ecclesiastes. Solomon literally tried it all. He threw the biggest parties, built the biggest houses, got the most things, and had the most women; he did and had it all. But he realized, just like Kensrue, that every time he shoots a temporary fix into his veins that it is not enough to satisfy the deepest longings -- eternal longings.

Check out this awesome and simple music video that says it far better than I ever could -- It's not enough.

 

9/14/13

encouragement casualty, part one: you are special


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I'm not copping out, I have made some terrible decisions. I will readily admit that the responsibility for the choices I have made lay squarely on my shoulders. I have made poor decisions and they are my fault alone.

I have made poor decisions and they 
are my fault alone.


That being said, I believe that certain childhood experiences will shape the decisions people make in the future. For instance, if a child has a horrible, close-to-death experience in a swimming pool, it is unlikely that they will grow up to medal in the Summer Olympics. That is unless they are like Batman, and they assume the identity of their fear, so that in allowing that fear to consume them they can conquer it. Justice league aside, I believe that I have had some experiences in my life that have molded the way that I perceived my identity, and those experiences have therefore helped to shape the way I have made decisions.

My experiences, though, are not tragic in nature. Instead, my experiences are positive. At least, they seem positive from the outset. How can childhood encouragement shape one's identity to create in them an inclination for poor choices? This is a good question, and even though my experiences are not necessarily overarching I believe that they may shed some light on why young men (18-24) are prone to avoid commitment, and are terrified of making final decisions.

My experiences, though, are 

not tragic in nature.


I don't know if it is still going on, but when I was a kid I was told that I was special. I was told that I was unique, and I took this idea to heart. I believed it. In fact, I believed it so much that it shaped my future identity. These encouraging words came from everywhere. It was not just one person who said this to me. This message came from teachers at school, commercials on TV, influences at church and church programs, books, the radio, the internet….it was everywhere. Therefore, as I began to get older I continued to believe that I was special, and even though I didn't know it at the time, it was going to be a problem for me. I am sure that there are other people that react to this message in a more positive manner, but in my selfishness I began to feel superior. I took the phrase, "Zac, you are special" to mean "Zac, you are better than _____." I doubt this was the intention of those who told me this, but as I got older I began to believe that I was better than ______. I, of course, would have never said this out loud, and I don't believe that I even thought it consciously, but all one had to do was look at my life and they would begin to see that I thought I was better than others. So a simple phrase used to boost the self-esteem of young kids, turned out to cultivate in me a heart that truly believed in it's superiority.

. . . my identity of superiority began 

to inform my 

decision making process.


Beyond the obvious criticisms of, "this is horrible," and " you shouldn't think of yourself in this way," my identity of superiority began to inform my decision making process. This identity I was developing became the lens through which I saw the world. As I got older I had to begin working, and when the reality of the world did not match my perception of myself I put the world at fault (i.e I blamed the world for my issues). I began to believe that because I am special I must not be the one to blame. In this context, I began to think that it must be the world's fault that my job sucks, therefore I needed to change my job. I believed that it was the world's fault that I didn't like my major, so I suddenly became a geography major when I was a semester from graduating -- prolonging graduation once again. I believed that it was the world's fault that I did not like my free apartment because of some cigarette smoke, so I decided to move to a house I simply couldn't afford. If all of my problems were the world's fault, then I could quit my job before I even had another one lined up. 

. . . I believed that it must have been 

everything and 

everyone else's fault. 


Since I knew that I was special, unique, and NOT the problem, I believed that it must have been everything and everyone else's fault. Therefore, since it was their fault and not mine I didn't have to take responsibility for my actions. And since I never had to take any responsibility for my actions, then I could make as many stupid decision as I wanted without any of the consequences.

This, of course, was only true in my head. My decisions had devastating consequences. I graduated high school in 2005 and I am just now finishing my bachelor's degree. The year we moved to the house we could not afford was the most trying year of mine and Emily's life. We barely got by the year I left my job before I had another one lined up. The consequences of my stupid decisions were very real. The reaction of those actions stick with us today. The consequences of my selfish decisions can weigh on us with a real, tangible and heavy regret. 

You see, I did not have a problem with making decisions. I had a problem with sticking to those decisions. I would make decisions all the time, but when they didn't line up with my special, unique, and superior mindset, then I would just make another decision. I could never make a final decision and follow through with that choice. I felt that since I was the special and unique one, that all of my issues and problems were not my fault. I didn't take the blame for my horrible decision making, and I was able to aptly justify every selfish, childish choice I made.

The reality that existed in my head 

was far different

 than that of actual space and time. 


The reality that existed in my head was far different than that of actual space and time. I thought I was a victim. I thought that I was special. I thought that I was above all of this. I thought I was better, superior, and just in a slump. I thought that I was destined for greatness. I thought that I was going to change the world. I thought that I was the beginning and the end of what the world needed. I thought that I was god.

A very small encouragement early in my life did it's part to solidify the self-centeredness of my heart. I believed that I was special.  I believed that I was better. I believed only in me. This is why I feel I am a casualty of encouragement. 

. . . I know that sin is the problem 

and the need is Jesus.


As I said before, I do not blame the people or the encouragement for my bad choices. In fact, I believe that with the correct Gospel-centered lenses a parent can tell a child that they are special, if they let them know that that uniqueness comes from Jesus alone. I simply wanted to point out how a slight disconnection from reality can begin to create in the heart of a child a pattern of self-centeredness.  I do not believe this is the only factor. I do not believe this is the only cause of the issue, but I do believe that this is a common-thread contributor to a deeper problem. I believe at the core of this issue lies the need to realize that life is not about oneself. At core of this issue, is the need for Jesus. Even though this point is deeply intertwined with my post above, it is another blog post altogether. That being said, I affirm that sin is the problem and the need is Jesus. Ultimately, whether or not I was ever encouraged in this manner, I would still be self-seeking until Jesus changed that in me. Even so, I believe that we can drive our kids and ourselves into deeper self-centeredness with messages like these. That is why I wanted to address how it this kind of encouragement deeply affected me and my life. 

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This is only part one of encouragement casualty! Expect more as I continue the discussion with another phrase that shaped my identity - 'You can do anything you want.'  

9/11/13

WRITING IN PROGRESS (1.2) ....


Here are a few snippets of a blog I am currently working on! The newest is at the bottom. 
. . . My experiences, though, are not tragic in nature. Instead, my experiences are positive. At least, they seem positive from the outset. How can childhood encouragement shape one's identity to create in them an inclination for poor choices? This is a good question, and even though my experiences are not necessarily overarching I believe that they may shed some light on why young men (18-24) are prone to avoid commitment, and are terrified of making final decisions. . . .
. . . The phrase, "you can be anything you want to be" shaped my identity growing up. I took this phrase to heart and trusted it as "truth." I allowed this "truth" to dig itself deeply into my heart and psyche. In fact, this one phase has shaped the identity of myself and my peers so deeply that it is unlikely we will ever concede that it's not "truth." I personally believe that this phrase is a lie from hell, and that it has confused, delayed, and stunted the adulthood of my generation. I know that there is much more to blame for the continued adolescence of my peers, but this ideology has played it's horrific role. I suppose that it may be true that if you work hard enough you can achieve much. But it is simply a bold-faced, hell-bent, damnable lie to tell everybody they can literally achieve anything and everything that they want. . . .  
. . . Another word for mindset is worldview -- how we see the world, and in turn, how we interpret what we see. I believe that the phrase, ‘You can do anything you want’ points to a very specific worldview. I believe that this worldview currently saturates culture, and until very recently was how I viewed the world (however unknowingly). There are a lot of other phrases out there that contribute to this worldview -- for instance, ‘Pull yourself up by your bootstraps,’ God helps those who help themselves,’ and ‘The only obstacle is yourself.’ The common thread in these common sayings is You, and I believe that this thread is at the core of our worldview. This thread is the core of this post and this thread is the core of my issues with my childhood encouragement. These phrases contributed to one thing in my life; one incredibly horrific, life-sucking, deeply dangerous thing  -- they contributed to me making myself my own god. . . .