Monday, April 21, 2008
A Messy Topic and a Missional Response
"Dating", "girlfriend", "courting", "relationship"...
There are fewer words that make a single guy nervous than when an older relative or friend brings up "the" topic. In the words of my dear aunt Barbara, "So, Tim, are you seeing anybody right now?" While I always answer the question the same way ("Not right now, Aunt Barb, but I have some possibilities") I often wonder what God has for me during this time.
These past few weeks, I have been in earnest prayer and petition before God as I have been prayerfully been considering a good friend of mine as someone with whom I would like to begin a relationship. As I have gotten to know this young woman and see her character, I have become increasingly convinced that God has pointed her out to me. As I understand her better, I respect her more and more. But more about her later.
In my browsing today, I ran across Josh Harris' Blog and was intrigued by an article linked off of that page. In it, the author was discussing what it means for a guy to model Christ for his girlfriend/fiancée . It hit me as I was reading that I should be seeking to model the love of Christ for my friend, even though we are not currently "dating". It hit me that if I am to serve her as her brother in Christ, then I must actively lay down my life, so to speak, for her. And not just for her, but for all my family of faith.
Missionally speaking, it is the job of those who claim Christ to lay down our lives for those around us. This may mean that we let others do things that we don't like, that we take time to care about their lives, that we give of our time to help others. Which brings me back to relationships.
As a single guy, I had given up trying to impress girls. I was sick and tired of doing things for girls and then having them think I was hitting on them. It was simply not worth the looks, comments and emails I got, to serve them. But in preparing my heart to enter into a relationship, I have begun to realize that if I am not serving my Christian family, how can I serve any girlfriend?
As I have been pondering these things, I have realized that I must seek something different in a relationship with this girl (or any other). Where before I was seeking my own pleasure and happiness in having someone else care about me, I am now going to try to focus on serving her and caring about her rather than trying to please myself. This will be difficult for me, as I am as selfish as every other human on the planet. I pray by God's grace to build the friendship I already have with this young woman into something more God-glorifying through our mutual service to each other, and our mutual love for the God who saves us.
Be in prayer for me, as I seek to live out the Love of God in my family of faith, and in my relationship with a particular young woman.
The Vision?
The vision is Jesus: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? They are an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at the markets.
They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes:
to show and to tell, but never to hide.
They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults break and cry.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might win, one day
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.
And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms.
The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And this generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears
Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
Material clothes matter not
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives,
swap seats with the man on death row;
guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.
Their words make demons scream in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming?
Here come the frightened and forgotten, with fire in their eyes.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.
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