Heart of the Matter

There is a stage in the grief process when anger finally pushes to the surface and fills the soul for a time with hot coals of raw emotion, of rage. Sometimes that rage doesn’t make a bit of sense. Sometimes it shoots blindly at whomever or whatever is closest. But sometimes it is laser-focused on a particular thing, or person.

I got the call today, I didn’t wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old true friend of ours was talkin’ on the phone
She said you found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
And all the struggles we went through
How I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love’s open door
Make us throw off our contentment
And beg for something more?

We don’t just grieve when someone dies. We grieve when dreams die, when relationships don’t work out, when jobs aren’t what we thought they would be, when careers are not what the college recruiter promised.

We also grieve as we grow in our discovery of ourselves.

I’ve been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I’m learning them again
I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak
And my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it’s about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore

When you discover that much of the view of you, of yourself, that you built your life around is actually a lie from the enemy of your soul; when you finally connect the dots of your life and see how the arrows of childhood hurts have shaped your behavior, your willingness to be treated in unkind, abusive ways and your choices in relationships; how those lies fed an insecurity that kept you clinging to whatever measure of power or control, or both, you could grasp, there is a firestorm that sweeps over you, an anger that must find a release.

You can try to stem the tide. You can try to stuff the emotion. You can try. But whatever ever method you choose, it will ultimately fail. Like the little boy with his finger in the dike, it is too little, too late. The dam is broken and its just a matter of time before the anger spills forth and floods every valley of your life.

These times are so uncertain
There’s a yearning undefined

And people filled with rage

We all need a little tenderness

How can love survive in such a graceless age

And the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness

They’re the very things we kill, I guess

Pride and competition cannot fill these empty arms

And the work they put between us,

You know it doesn’t keep us warm
 

There is a slow burning fire growing within me. Embers of anger fanning into raging flames as I begin to realize the lies I believed and the person I allowed those lies to shape me into. I feel it rising inside me, filling up all my insides and spilling over my spirit and into the world. It comes out in inappropriate ways — cussing out the drivers in front of me who drive too slowly, muttering curses at my computer and my office’s Internet slowness when neither move as fast as I declare they should. I know there are better ways, more productive ways to release this anger, but I have yet to have success in using them.

In truth, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the fire inside. I haven’t touched the fullness of it yet, but I know it burns hot. And it will rage out of control soon.

Yet even in the midst of all this discovery and fire, there is a Truth that shines brightly even in the daylight. Truth that brings release, like buckets of cool rain. I am free.

I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
But my will gets weak

And my heart is so shattered

But I think it’s about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
 

The chains of desperate need for power, for control, they no longer hold me captive. The need to make sure everyone believes as I do, that everyone follows the rules I deem most important, don’t exist anymore. I look at my life and I can see the legalism I lived under. I can see the legalism I enforced upon others. And I see if for the legalism it is, not the “concern” or “passion” I once believed it was.

When hurts come, when the arrows of Life pierce our hearts, our automatic reaction is to close ranks and protect ourselves. Legalism is the best protector of all. It creates a nearly impenetrable wall that none can scale. It sets the bar so high than no one can ever measure up. And if no one can measure up, no one can hurt us with unmet expectations or unexpected rejection. It gives an illusion of power and control over the undefeatable and uncontrollable.

All the people in your life who’ve come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride

Better put it all behind you; cause life goes on

You keep carrin’ that anger, it’ll eat you up inside

There are so many in the world right now who long to keep me trapped in legalism, especially in their own particular brand of legalism. They say I cannot do certain things, because I am a woman. They say that I cannot practice certain things, because they do not interpret the Bible that way, and they know these things better than I, they say. They say I cannot believe certain things, because God showed them my beliefs are in error.

For a moment I raged. Fire burned inside my spirit and smoke poured from my heart.

And then the chains fell to the floor. I saw the legalism for what it really was, a defense, to keep out the Grace of God.

I wanna be happily everafter
And my heart is so shattered

But I know it’s about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if, even if you don’t love me anymore
 

Grace says it matters not who’s right. Grace says I don’t need to be in control. Grace says it doesn’t matter who appears to have the power. Grace says I am forgiven. Grace says I am redeemed. Grace says that God has the power; God has the control. Grace says God defines me; and God defines my ministry.

Grace even says that God is patient; agonizingly patient. He allows the power hungry, the control obsessed, the legalistic, the pharisees of our day to continue down our self-made paths of destruction because He loves us. He loves us enough to give us as much time as we need to, well, to get a clue that we’re in over our heads. He is slow to anger, and quick to forgive because He loves even the power-hungry souls, so much so He does not want them to suffer punishment at His hand.

I’ve been tryin’ to get down to the Heart of the Matter
Because the flesh will get weak

And the ashes will scatter

So I’m thinkin’ about forgiveness

Forgiveness

Even if you don’t love me anymore

Grace says I’m forgiven. When I accept God’s Grace, His forgiveness of my own desperate game of power and control washes over me and my chains of legalism fall powerless to the floor. Grace stands in opposition to the legalism I see all around. And Grace calls me, longs for me, begs me, to forgive. Forgive, as I have been forgiven. Others can try with all their might to bind me in their chains, but they will fail. For I am free. Grace has freed me. Freed me to give Grace. And I pray Grace will one day set them free.

There is much power in forgiveness. It is the power of Life.

“Heart of the Matter” by Don Henley, performed by India.Arie
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I Have No Voice Left

But we won, and that’s all that matters. Go Panthers!Panthers2

Final score: Panthers 23, Ravens 21 (yeah, that was close….)

In other news….
the Titans are beating the Redskins 25 to 22. The Redskins must really suck this year…

I Don’t Know Why I’m Yelling

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No one can hear me in Baltimore from here… That doesn’t seem to matter. I’m still yelling like crazy. The Ravens have a really good defense. But then again, so do we. And we’ve got Delhomme and Smith. Hoo-ya!

Current score:
Panthers 13
Ravens    7

8:14 left in the 3rd quarter

It’s Finally Official

I received my first official Tennessee Voter Registration Card.

Yeah, I know. I’ve been here two years and I’m just now getting a card?? Well, see… the first year I got an apartment past the registration cut-off. And last year I moved right after the cut-off, and hadn’t gotten a card before then.

But now I have one. So I can now vote for someone other than those two nincompoops I saw last night.

Is there anyone besides those two nincompoops?

Jesus Loves Me

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…this I know
For he sent me a friend named Joe…
who sent Beignets. 🙂 Look at this cool thing!

Now all I need is a deep fryer or electric skillet to cook them in.

Hey, Wendy! You should come over, you could make creepies (crepes for the rest of ya’ll) and I’ll make beignets — and there’s a can of coffee and chicory… and we’ll just go to town! Yummmmm.

I wasn’t feelin’ so hot today but now I’m a happy girl.

Bob Corker or Harold Ford??

These are our choices???

We are soooo in trouble.

Watching the debate in Chattanooga right now and I am very disappointed in both candidates. Neither one knows how to state their platform/views/convictions without pointing out what their opponent has screwed up or lied about.

Corker makes excuses about his delay in firing illegal aliens working for one of his companies. Ford blames "the other guys" for the national debt when he’s been in Washington 10 years. blah-blah-blah-blah-blah. I’d abstain from voting if I thought it would give either one of these bozos a clue that they suck.

… and there’s another thing I dislike about Ford. All this religious crap he spews. He just talked about "the good Lord". I don’t believe all his religious posturing. It comes across far too disingenous; its nothing more pandering to the Bible Belt. And I very much dislike his commercial that he was "forced to go to church" and that he thinks that’s really great. To me, if an adult is saying they were "forced" to go to church, it says they really don’t see that as a blessing, privilege or in any way a good thing.

I could say I was forced to go to church. Technically it is true. But my heart says it wasn’t a "forced" thing. My heart says it was a God thing. A blessing and privilege. In a country where I, even as a child, have the freedom to choose where I worship, when I worship and how I worship.

That commercial of Harold Ford’s says to me that to Ford the church is nothing more than an institution that should be manditory for children to attend, not a community they have the blessing to be involved in. Its like church is the same as brushing one’s teeth. Do we really want a senator serving in our nation’s capital that sees his religion as manditory for all children?

What is wrong with Tennessee? Where are the candidates like Fred Thompson? Candidates with a least a modicum of integrity and political savvy. Not to mention intelligence.

I’m feeling strangely nostalgic for Barbara Boxer and Dianne Feinstein. And I really dislike both these women’s politics. But at least they’re intelligent and well-spoken. Even Governor Arnold is better than these two jokes.

And, yes, I voted for him. And would vote for him again were I still living in LA. He doesn’t always do what he says he will — what politician actually does??? — but his basic platform is one I can get behind: fiscally conservative and socially liberal. It’s a strange blend, I realize. One which creates a distinct tension between keeping a tight rein on spending and the need to provide help for the most needy and those in crisis in the state and community. Its a tension I wish more politicians believed in.

Say what you will about California and its crazy politics, but they have better senators than we do right now.

The debate is over now. And I didn’t learn a single thing about these candidates. The only thing I learned is that I desperately do not want to vote for either one of them.

UPDATE 10/11: Volunteer Voters has a great summary of the debate last night. Read it here.

Being Light in a Dark World

2004118candlelight1_1 "Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth…. You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going public with this, as public as a city on a hill. If I make you light-bearers, you don’t think I’m going to hide you under a bucket, do you? I’m putting you on a light stand. Now that I’ve put you there on a hilltop, on a light stand—shine! Keep open house; be generous with your lives. By opening up to others, you’ll prompt people to open up with God, this generous Father in heaven." — Jesus (Matthew 5:13-16 The Message)

It seems like I’m doing my best writing these days in the comments section of Marty Duren’s blog. He had another post today which was completely on-point with one of the deepest passions of my heart.

I spent over 15 years in the entertainment industry in Hollywood and it is deeply rooted in my heart. I love these people with a passion I cannot explain. They are my peeps. I speak their language, I understand their desperate need to be creative and to use their creativity to make an impact on the world. I wanted to be a part of the entertainment community from the time I was in my early teens and first discovered the thrill of acting, writing and backstage crew-ing. (It’s Friday; I’m allowed to make up words on Fridays. Because it’s Friday). The only reason I’m in Nashville now, and not involved in the industry here, is because God has steered my life in a different direction at this point, for reasons He alone knows. But my heart still longs for my peeps in Hollywood, for them to know the powerful, life-transforming love and grace of Jesus.

My friend Jean’s first job as a full-time costumer on a television show — her dream job after many, many years spent paying her dues in costume houses, and as an assistant in various departments at Fox and Columbia and Lorimar studios — was on the show “NYPD Blue”.

At the same time, I worked for the television producer who had mentored Steven Bochco, the creator of NYPD Blue (and Hill Street Blues and many other wonderful shows) many years before. Bochco had faxed over to “Uncle Billy” (my boss) a copy of the series pitch and story ideas for NYPD Blue shortly after the pilot was green lit and long before it ever aired on tv. I had the chance to read it. Bochco was pretty specific that he wanted to “push the creative envelope” of tv and how he wanted to do that. For those of you who never saw the show, Bochco pushed that creative envelope both in the writing and topics — which were, to be sure, powerful and very thought-provoking — but his main envelope-push seemed to be nudity. He was at the forefront of the naked "butt shots" movement (if you can call it that).  I remember reading of his desires to push television in this direction and thinking, "why not use your influence for pushing the envelope in the areas of creativity and issues rather than something so unimportant as nudity." I still don’t understand that, but that’s another post all together.

At any rate, I began praying, very specifically and diligently, from the moment I read Bochco’s pitch that God would place followers of Christ in key areas and in every aspect of production, to bring His light and His ideas of “pushing the creative envelope” to not only the show but to all the people involved in producing and airing NYPD Blue. I prayed daily for this, year after year.

The show was in its 2nd or 3rd season when I saw Jean for the first time in several years. When she told me what show she worked on and that she’d been on the show since its 1st season, I was so ecstatic I could hardly contain myself. I kept gushing on and on about how great and amazing that was that she was there; what an incredible opportunity she’d been given to influence so many people, both on and through the show, and that I was so excited for her — both from a spiritual perspective of her sphere of influence and from career perspective of what a good show to be on (critically acclaimed, Emmy honored, a good kind of show to be associated with from a career point of view). It was such a rush to hear how God had answered my fervent prayer.

Then I got a real shock. Jean told me I was the first and only Christian friend to respond to her that way. Everyone else made faces and said, “why int the world would you want to work on that show?? Can’t you find another job??”

How sad! Here is a follower of Christ in the perfect position to influence the true influencers of Hollywood, to make a direct impact on a show that was having a huge impact on television as well as society, and the only thing most of the brothers and sisters in Christ she encountered could think of was how evil they thought the show was, and how could a Christian even want to be in such a place. No concern for the people working on the show, for their spiritual needs; no concern for the possibility of actually changing the lives of those involved in the show, and thus through them changing the direction of television. Only a disgust that she would dare to work on such a show.

Jesus spent His ministry associating with “sinners and tax collectors”. I’m convinced that were He to have come in our time instead of before, He would have worked on shows like NYPD Blue and Sex and The City and hung out with guys like Prince, even played in His band.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I do not carelessly throw that idea around. Wisdom compels us to be careful what we say "Jesus would or would not do." However, God planted the passion in my heart for the people I served in LA. He did that. I didn’t. Truthfully, left on my own, I get very self-focused and would never have a passion to serve anyone but me. Its from that passion and deep love for the people in the industry that God planted in me that I say I am convinced Jesus would be in the entertainment industry were He here; because I believe with all my heart it is the  compulsion of His Spirit that drives me to my knees for my people and compelled me to work in that industry for His glory. I’m convinced He put me there to bring Himself to them because He wants so badly to be with them.

I am convinced that Jesus longs for us to go so many places that we discount because of a blending of American and American church cultures. This blending promotes an ideal of individualism and sense of freedom over our life course mixed with a strong sense of "guilty by association" with professions which the church has deemed "inappropriate" or "godless".

America’s culture is driven by rugged individualism. It’s what made our country so distinct, and dare I say, great. It’s what puts us in the leading edge of pioneering sciences and new discoveries in every arena. We are a country of rugged individuals. It’s how our borders expanded from one cost to the other. We are constantly seeking new horizons and new frontiers to explore. That individualism seeps even into our deep conviction of freedom of choice in professions.

When I served in India I was struck with the lack of this sense of freedom in choice of profession which Americans have. It’s not that they could not choose — because the reforms in the last 50+ years have opened up many choices not just for men but for women in the workforce. But so many Hindus feel a distinct obligation to family or community professions; they have a sense of duty to family and community we here in America just do not. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying one culture is better than another. I’m not. Neither is good or bad. They are just different. America is rare in its rugged individualism. And I think that culture of individualism is also pervasive in the American church.

The American church also had a weird conviction of "guilt by association," where a person automatically becomes tainted, either in reputation or character, by those with whom they choose associate or work. Therefore, we think we "should", perhaps even must, choose a profession which won’t risk Jesus’ image being tainted through that associational guilt at all.

For some reason this associational guilt is particularly strong when it comes to the arts. Some comments on Marty’s blog expressed that no musician playing an instrument (drums for example) in a band whose lyrics are sexually suggestive can bring glory to God (even though most back up road musicians are not singing the lyrics themselves). Guilt by association regardless of the musicians heart or character.

How in the world are we to bring God’s light to a dark world if we are so Dscn5131_small1afraid of tainting His and our reputations that we refuse to even consider professions that take us to the heart of that darkness? How do you rescue someone stuck in the middle of a muddy pit if you’re not willing to get a little muddy yourself?

I know followers of Jesus who are bartenders, who play in bands with very secular (sensual) music, actors who play all manner of roles, from thieves to rapists to homosexuals, writers working on shows that advocate gay or sexually promiscuous lifestyles, crew members who work on a succession of films that don’t promote any sort of "Christian" values…. the list goes on. These are hard core totally on-point passionate sold out followers of Jesus; true servants of God. And they are making a very real difference in these dark places.

Does God lead everyone to do all this? No. Of course not. Nor has He led everyone to be pastors, or urban church planters, or businessmen or politicians. We all have our places to serve; and mine will not look like yours, nor yours mine no matter how much we desire it to.

As a writer/producer’s assistant I spent many hours typing and editing scripts where every dialog paragraph had the f-word at least once. I typed that word over and over. Not only that, but I heard it all the time from all the writers and producers and assistants and executives I worked with/for. Every time I heard it or typed it, it reminded me that my co-workers and friends were languishing in a world of hurt and pain without God; without any other means to express the desperate cries of their souls other than the f-word.

As a leader in my church, I counseled other followers like me in the entertainment world who deeply struggled with how to best be God’s light in the industry. I remember talking with one actor who, because of his look, only got casting calls for roles as gay men, addicts and rapists. Even at his most cleaned up he had the face perfect for playing a "thug" or a troubled gay man or a child molester. He so did not want to play any of those roles. And he didn’t know what to do, because he had all this talent he wanted to use for God’s glory but he didn’t see how he could do that in the roles he was being offered. And he wasn’t getting offered any other roles. He eventually moved home and got a "regular" job.

Another friend had the same issue — not so much the "thug" look as the "gay" look. He, on the other hand, relished the opportunity to use his talents to infuse into every gay (and even straight) character the pain and conflict inherent to a lifestyle so contrary to God’s heart. He found a way to honor God by subtly bringing out in his every character the human struggle with sin in the heart of every person.

Not everyone can do that. But thank God some are willing to try! My friend had more of an impact, both in the gay and Hollywood communities, than any preacher I know. God showed him a way to both maintain his integrity as a follower of Jesus and play characters whose lives are completely contrary to God’s heart with truth, compassion and grace.

If we as followers of Jesus will not take His light to these dark places and work alongside the lost souls there in order that they may find life in these spiritually dark environments, who will?

"But how can people call for help if they don’t know who to trust? And how can they know who to trust if they haven’t heard of the One who can be trusted? And how can they hear if nobody tells them? And how is anyone going to tell them, unless someone is sent to do it? That’s why Scripture exclaims, A sight to take your breath away! Grand processions of people telling all the good things of God!" – Romans 10:14-16 The Message

Oh Good Grief

I’m pooped, but I can’t sleep… I need rest but I can’t shut myself down. I’m so sleepy but I can’t get my mind to shut up so my body can sleep (man, that thing is a talker!). I’ve read, checked all my favorite blogs, written some, journal some, meditated on the Word some, prayed some. And I’m still unable to sleep. Every muscle in my body aches to move but when I move, they all scream in distress at the disturbance in their "rest".

I’m wired wide asleep… or is that exhausted sound-awake… ah, jeez. I can’t even put a sentence together. And yet I cannot sleep. AAaaauuuggghhhh!

Ever had this problem?

Someone help me Unwell012