“let this be written…”

So you’ve heard that we live in postmodernity? Wrong. I’m here to tell you today that we live in a world of over-articulation.*

It’s true. Well, perhaps I do and the rest of you live in that postmodernity land.

The access to social media and the opportunity to blog and the fact that I’m a little too excited about following photography blogs means that a large slice of my day/thought processes/is centred on the idea and calling that you need to express about your life. To articulate it beautifully. Share frustrations. Share hopes. Share funny commentary, share beautiful trees that happen to be in your own front yard:

This is so much pressure! What if I’m just adding noise to an already noisy cacophony**?

And while there is so much wonderfulness about the opportunity for me, for us to share what’s going on with our lives, it carries a certain expectation that your life is worth writing about. Or taking photos of.

Of course it is, but I’m still brought to a halt when I think about the shortcomings of what I invest my time in. Of who I am. Of the words that I share with those around me from day to day. Of the cause that I want to be part of. I feel frustrated and somewhat disappointed that the life I’m living is only a shadow of the faith that I want, the example that I want to demonstrate, the encouragement I want to be a source of.

But I was just reading psalm 102 and a few versus struck me:

But you, LORD, sit enthroned forever;
your renown endures through all generations.
13 You will arise and have compassion on Zion,
for it is time to show favour to her;
the appointed time has come.
14 For her stones are dear to your servants;
her very dust moves them to pity.
15 The nations will fear the name of the LORD,
all the kings of the earth will revere your glory.
16 For the LORD will rebuild Zion
and appear in his glory.
17 He will respond to the prayer of the destitute;
he will not despise their plea.

 18 Let this be written for a future generation,
that a people not yet created may praise the LORD:

19 “The LORD looked down from his sanctuary on high,
from heaven he viewed the earth,
20 to hear the groans of the prisoners
and release those condemned to death.”
21 So the name of the LORD will be declared in Zion
and his praise in Jerusalem
22 when the peoples and the kingdoms
assemble to worship the LORD.

Regardless of my own insecurity and worry that even after 10 years of uni I still haven’t worked out what I want to do with my life, something gets to me about how your life can map something out for a future generation, for those who aren’t yet born so they can know Jesus. The fact that God is powerful and is the saviour of those who are afflicted. That he is a God of justice and freedom….

Holy Heck. How I want my life to be one that can be written for a future generation, even if it is just my own…

This psalm was written by one who wasn’t in a good place. He was in the midst of trouble, fainting, and pleading before his God. Check this:

Hear my prayer, LORD;
let my cry for help come to you.
2 Do not hide your face from me
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.

3 For my days vanish like smoke;
my bones burn like glowing embers.
4 My heart is blighted and withered like grass;
I forget to eat my food.
5 In my distress I groan aloud
and am reduced to skin and bones.
6 I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.
7 I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.

In the haze of torment and despair, he knew of God’s faithfulness and the wonderful complicated and compelling joy it is to follow in his footsteps and allow your life to proclaim his.

I think quite often I get so caught up with questioning if my life means enough (or at least, something that’s worth writing about), that I don’t actually remember to get on with it.

When the psalmist’s life was a mess and he didn’t have anything to blog about his own achievements, he spoke of God’s instead…

Perhaps this then is something worth articulating today.

“Let this be written for a future generation,
that a people not yet created may praise the LORD……”

 What is your life writing for a future generation?

-kirst

*  I am acutely aware of my own hypocrisy articulating frustration about over-articulation through a blog entry. I hope you will forgive me and put it down to playful irony…

**(Jarring, discordant sound; dissonance = good word)

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how to avoid giving your child a ridiculous name.

I am not a mother. I am, however, a godmother, friend, sister, and possibly will be in the parent category someday. In light of this, I hold grave concerns for many children who are born from those in our generation who think it is ok to name their child a ridiculous name.

It is NOT ok.

Thus to avoid possible disasters of name mishaps in the future, I have devised a simple flow chart for expectant or new parents who are in the process of naming their children. Distribute to all those that you believe are in danger.

So you’ve had a baby? Congratulations! About to name your child La-a? Pear? Voltron? Symphony? Beautiphul?

 

Take 5 minutes with this quick and easy flow chart. You may just save your child years of pain and torment.

(click on the chart to a see a larger version if it appears fuzzy)

 


Hard work is not the opposite of grace, it is the result of experiencing grace.

D. A. Carson explains:

“People do not drift toward Holiness.

Apart from grace-driven effort, people do not gravitate toward godliness, prayer, obedience to Scripture, faith, and delight in the Lord.

We drift toward compromise and call it tolerance; we drift toward disobedience and call it freedom; we drift toward superstition and call it faith. We cherish the indiscipline of lost self-control and call it relaxation; we slouch toward prayerlessness and delude ourselves into thinking we have escaped legalism; we slide toward godlessness and convince ourselves we have been liberated.

(For the Love of God, Volume 2)

Lent Learnings

i have only ever given up something for lent once in my life, and

it was chocolate. it was years ago. i remember it being quasi-difficult, but i also remember the double incentives present in the lack of chocolate that was infiltrating my diet during those four weeks.

now in 2011, after several easters that seemed to spring up on me without much reflection, and let’s face it, not much outcome because of it, it appears that this year calls me for another attempt at denying something through lent.

Fasting is the denial of something (usually of bodily requirements), creating within you spiritual thirst. It seems that we deny something of ourselves in order to allow space for God to move in us. Many of my friends have declared several very worthy denials this year: facebook, chocolate, bad day time television, or even television at all.

I’ve had some trouble deciding where to go. yet i think i’ve come to it.
The following statement is one that i will be engaging in in the next 40 days:

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things that matter that immediately come to mind: meals. sleep. conversations.

instead of believing that I’m actually marty-mcflying it and manipulating time by watching television and eating my tea at the same time, or facebooking while I’m “trying” to sleep, or playing solitaire while having a conversation with a friend, or reading an important article on the drive to work, or eating lunch at work at my desk, I’m going to endeavour to do one thing at a time, just as they are. If I run out of time and happen to find myself trying to get dressed while blow drying my hair and brushing my teeth while applying mascara, i think i’ll allow myself some latitude because these things don’t matter as much as

conversations with my husband over our dinner
restful sleep and recuperation for the next day
conversations with my dear friends near and far.

I realise that this denial is a little bit abstract and may not sit comfortably in the ‘what are you giving up for lent’ category, but I’m looking forward to seeing how me (attempting to) give up the urge to increase quantity in my time may actually increase the quality of said time.

I’m looking forward to lunch sans my desk because I’m going to take my journal and do some writing, and spend time doing it. I might take my bible. I might even get some actual decent time with God. Who knows. it might blow my mind.

let’s see how we go.

looking forward to easter though….

there are a few things, not many, which make almost everything better. ie most things need water. (except melting chocolate). most things need air (except a vaccuum). and despite these exceptions, most things are better because of air or water. i would like to add a third concept to the list.

most things are better with pockets.

what is better than having somewhere to put your hand, your wallet, your spare key, or your fake water-pistol flower (if you happen to be a clown)?

moreover, things that are pocket sized are also cool (think: pocket watch, pocket book, pocket calculator).

things that have pockets already built in are clearly the coolest, see: kangaroo.

the proof is so completely overwhelming.

that settles it, then. you should pocket a pocket today. or, at least, give me something that has a pocket.

it will make your life a better place to be.

Life is better with pockets….