Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Ignorance of Bliss...or Vice Versa?

There was a former student of mine who I admired greatly for her blissful ignorance to the world around her.  She was one of the happiest kids I have ever taught, and I chalked that up to her complete inability to see how she fit into the immediate world around her.  Because of that detachment, she never fell prey to the rumors, the gossip, the stress, and all the other day-to-day shenanigans of school life.  She was simply a "happy camper."  And I envied that.  I envied it because I saw how LIFE, in effect, beat down kids daily.  I saw how the stress of performing well in school and on the dreaded PSSAs sucked the enjoyment of growing up right out of the lungs and the souls of the kids.  I watched as betrayed friendships, nasty gossip, and verbal bashings beat away at the soft, fragile essence of the innocence of childhood.  Growing up, I realized, was a brutal affair.  Lost, the blissfulness of being ignorant to the ways of the world.  It's true, to a point at least, that ignorance is bliss! 
What is it about maturity and growing up that drags the soul of a person down into the abyss of uncertainty and  fear?  When and why do we get to a point where the infliction of comparing ourselves and our lives to that of others becomes a standard notion in day-to-day life?  When knowledge was of such a nature that we only needed to know the basics of life to keep us safe and secure in our immediate surroundings, life was uncomplicated and pure.  Blissful.  We were ignorant to the selfishness of the world.  Yes, we knew pain; but not the pain that comes from the heart.  Now I know the biology and physiology behind pain and know it truly doesn't come from the heart, but rather the mind.  Yet how many of us have felt heartache?  Pain that radiates from such severe emotional (and spiritual?) hurt that one can easily trace its origins to the bottom-most tip of his/her heart.  No, the pains we first knew were physical in nature.  They came from messages carried to the brain through the nervous system of  bodies to the brain so that could acknowledge the hurt.  The pain that comes from a burn, a cut, a brush burn, an illness, or even hunger-pangs.  These pains taught us about nature and about cause and effect:  touch a hot stove, you will get burned.  Fall off a bike, you will get cut.  Eat uncooked meat, well....good luck! 
We learned about the world but only within arms reach.  We remained ignorant to heartbreak.  To loss.  To jealousy.  To selfishness.  To discrimination.  To persecution.  To hate. 
But as we grew and expanded our reach so that our emotional fingertips stretched into the world, we started to come in contact with a terribly violent, unforgiving place.  We became aware. 
And awareness stole the ignorance of our youth away and replaced it with reality.  And that reality can be a scary, scary dimension. 
I have lived in this reality, this dimension, aware and cognizant of bad places this world has and holds, and I can become very resolute in my anger and hatred of it and towards it.  I suffer from these attacks partly for selfish reasons and partly because I know that every second of every day, another blissfully ignorant person is becoming aware.  And that saddens me.  Because that awareness can lead them to a hurt much more powerfully diabolical than any physical suffering.  Emotional pain is the worst kind of pain to know and experience.  It rattles all of your bones.  It exhausts all your energy and will to live.  It tears at logic and makes the illogical seem rational and sound.  It tempts you to become a shadow of what God designed you to be.  It coaxes you to hate, to envy, to lust, to lie, to short-cut, and to run astray from a life centered on God and His son.  It tells you to replace that unseen God with the tangible:  sex, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs, TV, sports, food, clothing, lavish spending, and all the other addictions one can possess that self-edifices, self-promotes, and self-indulges.  Gone is the blissful ignorance of simply knowing Love and trusting in that love to keep you safe and secure.  Gone is the blissful ignorance that precludes doubt and distrust and uncertainty.  And in its absence, the pain from despair and loneliness and a misdirected life slowly creeps into our hearts, pinning the love that once so filled it to the sides of membrane tissue-thin and corroded.
There is a solution to this loss of ignorance.  Some will say Awareness is the answer.  Awareness of one's place in God's kingdom.  Awareness of one's place in the entire scheme of life and life-eternal.  But I cannot be a card-carrying member of that club for I believe that although Awareness is important, it is what we do with that Awareness that supersedes the enlightenment thereof.  See, once we become Aware, I feel that we need to unlearn what the world tries to teach us about life with that Awareness, for if we leave it to stew and ruminate in our hearts and minds, it, like the evil Maleficent and her magic apple, will poison us down to our very souls.  No, Awareness, is not the answer.  Ignorance is.

1 John 5:18-20 says:   18We know that no one who is born of God sins; but He who was born of God keeps him, and the evil one does not touch him. 19We know that we are of God, and that the whole world lies in the power of the evil one. 20And we know that the Son of God has come, and has given us understanding so that we may know Him who is true; and we are in Him who is true, in His Son Jesus Christ.

Once we rekindle our relationship with God and His Son, ignorance to this world will bring us back to the original design God intended for us.  Awareness perverts our judgment because with it comes a second-guessing...do we believe the love and bliss we had in the ignorance of our childhood given to us almost like a pilot-light of love by God himself or do we accept the reality of the world we have come to know and accept as "educated", experienced adults?   I am not saying we need to walk through this world asleep or in that foggy state between awake and sleep.  No.  We cannot close our eyes to the suffering in this world, rather, we need to be an advocate for Christ.  We need to crave that once ignorant blissful way we learned to love and hope and dream unadulterated by the sins of this world.  And now, as those reborn in Christ, we have found a rebirth in the love of Christ, the hope of His second coming and our eternal life with Him, and the dream of bringing as many people to Him who has loved us, yes, even though we are sinners. 

Ignorance is not an excuse to be lazy.  It's not a justification to do stupid things or to live lives without regard to the consequences of our actions.  No, ignorance is not a lack of intelligence or knowledge either.   On the contrary.  Ignorance in its truest sense is the beauty found in the knowledge that comes from that purest relationship with God and His son; simple; unfiltered, uncensored, unclouded by the lies, tricks, doubts, and perversions of this world.  It calls us back to the most intimate of relationships with God, found at the foot of the cross with us looking up at our Savior who has died for us and He looking down on us with love.  And it's that love that is in our hearts when we accept Him as our Lord and Savior, and it's that love that is truly blissful.



Friday, May 16, 2014

Bleeding Me

I'm a Metallica fan.  Or at least I was.  I don't really listen to them on purpose anymore, but when I'm cutting grass or working out and a song of theirs happens to come on on my iPod mix, I listen enthusiastically.  The other day, "Bleeding Me" by the band came on as I was cutting my mom's grass, and with nothing better to do than follow behind while the machine did all the work, I listened a bit more intently (over the grinding sound of the motor and the blades) to the words.

I'm diggin' my way
I'm diggin' my way to something
I'm diggin' my way to somethin' better

I'm pushin' to stay
I'm pushin' to stay with something
I'm pushin' to stay with something better

I'm sowing the seeds
I'm sowing the seeds I've taken
I'm sowing the seeds I take for granted

This thorn in my side
This thorn in my side is from the tree
This thorn in my side is from the tree I've planted

It tears me and I bleed
And I bleed

There's more to the song, and much of the rest of it really doesn't pertain to what dawned on me.  But as I listened to the words I couldn't get away from the fact that they speak a lot of truth into where I am headed as a Christian and how I have come to view God.  Now, don't get mad or offended at my next statement.  Please be sure to read the rest before passing judgment.  But I cannot get rid of the idea that God makes a great leech.

Most people, myself included, would look upon a leech with mild to severe disgust.  Rightfully so.  They're not at all pleasant to look at, and what they do to you can be down right nasty.  But what I know about leeches is quite fascinating, and this why I am able to make the comparison between a leech and God.  

In ancient times, people would use leeches to try to cure people suffering from all sorts of medical issues.  They believed that leeches could "bleed" the sickness out of  someone who was ill.  

I believe God does that.  I do.  

In medieval times, doctors used millions of leeches each year to help treat patients suffering from various maladies.  The idea that leeches would bleed impurities and harmful illnesses out a person by pulling the harmful things out of them and taking these things into their own bodies seemed logical.

Doesn't God do that?  Doesn't He promise to remove the impurities in our own bodies--primarily our hearts and minds--and take them into Himself?  Didn't Jesus tell us that the burden was too much for us to bear, so He would take it from us?  Isn't that leech-like?

Modern medicine has found that the saliva of a leech actually has a chemical characteristic to it that allows blood to flow smoothly from a wound, slowing the clotting process.  By using leeches today, doctors are able to more efficiently reattach limbs, ears, fingers, toes, etc...that require the minute reconnect of veins that would, before the idea of using leeches, would commonly clot before the reattachment could take.   This would cause severe post-surgery clotting and venous engorgement which could permanently damage a person's body or, worse, lead to death.  

God is a lot like that.  God has a spiritual characteristic that allows love, grace, humility, and kindness to flow into and out of an otherwise hardened heart and soul.  By having God in our lives, it allows each of us to save the parts of ourselves that the world would otherwise destroy.  Without God, how much more at risk are we of losing our hearts?  Our minds?  Our souls?  And, ultimately, our eternal lives?  How easy would it be to allow the world to permanently damage us?  By having an intimate relationship with God, by going to church and fellowshipping with like-minded  and like-spirited people, by taking time for prayer, by taking more seriously your time with God and His Word, we are allowing Him to reconnect our disconnected lives to His.  The world will do us harm.  The world will damage us; it will sever our connections to and with God if we let it.  And even if we do stray, the God of the Universe, the Great Physician, like a leech, will willingly bleed the impurities out of us if and when we let Him.  He will increase the flow of his holy-oxygenated blood in our lives so that we can reattach ourselves to His side.  I believe that.  I am living that.

God's bleeding of me has been and continues to be a long, drawn-out process.  I've been sickened by this world quite a bit; and I still find myself falling into its lies and lures and eases.  God has had His work cut out for Him when it comes to dealing with the likes of me.  But every day God attaches another leech to me.  Slowly, painfully at times, I'm seeing the change and "pushing to stay".   "The thorn in my side is from the tree I planted" but God is helping to remove it, roots and all.  slowly.

The people He has put in my life who encourage me to persevere...leeches.
The church He has made me a part of...a leech.
The music I listen to nowadays; music with uplifting, inspiring words and messages...leeches.
My wife and children...leeches.
My friends...leeches. 
The books I'm motivated to read...leeches.
The Bible...a leech.
The Sunday Sermons...leeches.
Inexpressible wonders that I see in nature....leeches. 

Slowly, God is bleeding me.  I'll take it. I'll take the leech.