Psalm 23 in New Light

I wrote most of this a few months ago, but didn’t finish it. I hope it reminds you of the promises, we can find peace in as we start the new week.

So these last couple of days I have been reflecting on Psalm 23. The verse came to me as I was writing to my Compassion child. Though Psalm 23 is usually a chapter quoted for it’s comforting words, it had become overly familiar to me growing up in a Christian home, going to church, and attending Christian schools first grade through college. Even as I read the verse to myself, my mind would wander off and I would have to force myself to concentrate.

But, as I said, lately it seems familiarity has worn off and this chapter has meant a great deal to me. Here are some of my reflections on the chapter and why Psalm 23 is meaningful to me once again.

Since I graduated college in May 2011, my life has felt like a canoe in which I’m paddling standing up: I’m perhaps getting somewhere, but it’s slow progress and I feel like I’m going to fall in many times. I’ve realized that “the way life is supposed to be” is a fiction, and I am more okay with not knowing exactly how my life is going to be and enjoying the ride. Anxiety about the future still sometimes overtakes me, and that is especially when I crave the peace that these verses give.

Psalm 23 begins “God is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters. . . .” Recently, I have struggled to understand our and God’s role in our lives: how much has he determined versus how much do I make happen. Honestly, I haven’t figured it out, other than I need God’s wisdom to help me pick the right direction in life, and I also need to take action as well. Since moving back to Colorado, I have struggled at times to understand why God directed me here. Certain things have happened that I am excited and happy about, but yet I am at times I am very unhappy and lonely.This verse reminds me that God is good and leading me to have a fulfilled life.

“he restores my soul.” I think this can also be read, ” he mends and heals my heart.” Since the summer after graduating from high school, God has been healing my heart of several deep wounds. I prayed to him that he would heal my heart and he has been doing exactly that through a variety of means. I believe that God has long term plans to restore my heart, but he also encourages me or sends encouragement in the moments I feel discouraged, hurt, or forgotten.

“He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.” Sometimes I accuse God of letting bad things happen in my life, because he is unfair and “poor me, this always happens to me.” Then I end my pity party by remembering that life sucks sometimes and bad things happen because bad things happen in life. God doesn’t lead me down paths to ruin. Why would he? It would reflect badly on him, not to mention that he doesn’t want that for me, because he loves me: he delights in me.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me . . . ” Right now in my life, there are times when I feel as though I’m floundering. I’m not sure where I’m supposed to be. But I feel that God is somehow directing my life so I get to where I need to be. About a year ago, I almost died read about it here. At the time, I had been angry at God and was giving him the silent treatment. He still saved my life and when the smoke of the accident cleared I saw that he had been with me the whole time, even though I thought I was alone.

“your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” If I recall correctly a shepherd’s rod was used for discipline. Though I don’t enjoy discipline— who does really— God disciplines those he loves, as a parent disciplines his/her child to keep them away from harm or to make them into a better person. Sometimes the shepherd would gently lay his staff on the back of his sheep to let them know that he was near. I remember many times when I felt the warm presence of God wash over me and tell me that he loves me. He also shows me that I am loved through other people, their affection and encouragement.

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” So, I really like this part. It speaks of justice. There are a few circumstances in my life that I am still angry about, because they seemed unfair. God has given me more tenacity and a thicker skin to defend myself, but I also have greater faith that he will bring justice where justice is due, whether in this life or the next.

“You anoint my head with oil . . .” God has given me a purpose. During the biblical times, anointing was a sign of setting apart for a specific and holy task. God has given each of us a purpose for our our lives, as well as, the general purpose of loving him and loving others. My name Kristen means “anointed one” and I feel a great sense of purpose. I am a dreamer and desire to change the world or do something great, but am not always sure what I am to do. I believe that he will reveal what that purpose is.

” . . . my cup overflows.” Sometimes life looks bleak, but when I “count my blessings,” I see his providing and that trumps the things I don’t have. He has given me more and better than I have asked for.

“Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life. . . .” This verse spells good fortune for me in the future, that God will be with me all the days of my life. An old friend had a dog named Goodness. I remember that dog when I read this verse and think of the warm, loving, and forgiving way in which a dog follows his master around.

“. . . and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.” This is so comforting to me, that no matter what happens in my life that I will eventually be with God forever. Though at times while I’m on earth, I run away from him, or I distrust his intentions towards me, I can not fathom being separated from him: it terrifies me. Though I want to live a long life here on earth– I have lots of dreams and life to live– I also can’t wait to be with my Savior, my God.


Selfish Art = Bad Art

Last night I was watching Part 1 of the Project Runway Finale and realized there may be such a thing as selfish art. For this episode, each of the finalists came back to New York with a 12 look collection. Only three designers could show at fashion week, and so there is a mini show for the judges featuring three looks from each designer. Afterwards, the designers talk about their collection and about each piece, and the judges critique.

Designer Michelle brought her A-game and had a compelling story for the collection that was clearly illustrated: the collection was centered around a lone wolf who has lost her pack. Patricia also had a theme, a modern twist on native American culture. When Stanley and Daniel described their collection, they seemed to lack inspiration and Daniel’s in particular seemed to be more about him: he described his looks as pieces that showed his variety of strengths and briefly mentioned that nebulas inspired him.

I understand that in a competition like Project Runway, a person must show what he or she can do, but as I heard Daniel comment about being eliminated, from what he said it seemed that his being successful was more about him than about making good art. I don’t know Daniel personally so this assessment might not be correct, but that is just what I observed.

Daniel wasn’t the only designer on the show this season, that seemed to have the same perspective. He and the others that fell into similar ways of thinking seemed to have weaker points of view and ultimately not create the best pieces.

The times that I have created something, or pursued a creative endeavor caring more for myself than the work at hand seemed to be the times that I lacked inspiration, and in many cases, did not create up to my potential. And inversely, when I have created for the sake of the piece or the sake of a person or cause, I feel that I have been inspired and have created something beautiful, and I worked closer to my potential.

The arts are incredibly competitive and so we must be concerned with ourselves, and show our strengths in our art. Also, there is such a thing as therapeutic art— art created for the sake of the artist. And I know we must be marketable and commercial, but perhaps when we step back, take our eyes off ourselves and create, would we create something really good that naturally shows our skills versus our forcing our skills upon the work? Would we be more innovative? Would our art be more fulfilling? Would we be more successful?

Just some food for thought.


I’m Back from South East Asia

Hey so some of you may be wondering where I went for almost two months, or maybe you’re not, but regardless, you’re going to find out.

March 1st I left for southeast Asia and was there for about ten days, was very sick for another two weeks, and then had to catch up on work.

I had never been out of the country other than Mexico and Canada. And after a day of travel I left like I was in a completely different world. I had been to third world Mexico, but what I saw in Asia blew my mind in it’s beauty and poverty. I was part of a medical team that held clinics at several schools. I helped run the children’s program that occurred while the children’s families were seen at the clinics.

This experience has given me so much perspective. One perspective that this experience gave me, really had nothing to do with being in a third world country, but everything to do with showing me how big the world is.

I have trouble sometimes being myself. After getting a glimpse of the vastness of people and cultures of this planet, I thought to myself, “how sad would it be to not be myself, and cater myself to a group of people, that in perspective of the world, are a tiny blip? Why do I do this? And why do I do this, when I’ve experienced love and acceptance from some of those people that I struggle around?” Many of the communities that I have been a part of have changed, and looking back I can see how much energy I wasted on trying to fit in or be approved, by everyone else. Some of those people I don’t talk to anymore and may never see again.

Paramore’s song “Anklebiters” off their new album says “Fall in love with yourself/because someday you are going to be the only one you’ve got/someday/why do you want to please the world/ and leave yourself to drop dead?/the same day you’re going to be the only one you’ve got.”

Just some food for thought.


I have a question. And I want your answers!

My question is “How separated, or how not separated from the world should Christians be?”

I am working on a piece about this topic, and would like to hear your opinions. Probably all of us, Christians and non-Christians alike have heard the phrase “not of this world,” at least as the slogan for the clothing company that makes Christian clothing with fashion forward graphics. Some Christians seem to pride themselves on how not like “the world” they are, where as others pride themselves on the very opposite. Is there a black and white margin of separation or non-separation, or is it a gray area? What would Jesus’ attitude be towards this idea and the ways Christians uphold it?

If you aren’t a Christian how do you view Christians who talk about “not being of this world” or say or do things in the name of this idea?

If you are a Christian or of another faith, how far is far enough “separated” or how far is too far? What does this phrase mean to you and your faith?


This is How I Love You: Dispeling Myths about Marriage

Today, my friend Sanna Haynes shares the importance of thinking for oneself , especially when considering “Christianese”: Christian cultural beliefs that has little basis in scripture, or has taken truth found in the Bible to an unhealthy extreme. She dispels three “truths” about how marriage “should” work and instead shows how  she and her husband have shaped their marriage together.

Remembering to examine accepted ideas and cliches is pertinent to discuss this month, the month of  “love.” I have been discovering that the ways relationships work or are started today are on a case by case basis instead by the a set of unspoken ideas or by rules that can be considered to be unrealistic and archaic in our fast world.

 

Read more of Sanna’s work, check out Tall Girl and the Cricket videos and keep up with her acting career here  . And follow her on Twitter @SannaHaynes.

 

I was 19 years old when I got married. Fast forward to today, many people who meet me do not immediately consider me to be “the marrying type.” I will admit that I changed quite a bit over the past seven years. Many of my secondary beliefs have been challenged and replaced based on my experiences and reexaminations. However, the core of who I am has remained the same; I am still the same person at heart.

And, I still love my husband.

When I married Matt, I remember being very influenced by etiquette. I was very concerned about how to treat our guests on our micro-budget wedding. I consulted family members, friends, and loved ones in order to make sure I was doing “the right thing” for every aspect of our wedding. I remember freaking out over the fact our homemade invitations did not have the customary piece of tissue to separate all the parts of a traditional wedding invite. Today, websites like Pinterest can deem all of my worries to be completely irrational — traditional wedding etiquette seems to be less and less a valid concern, as creativity is the dominant force in weddings. Not to mention that the wedding industry preys upon the dreams of women to make a buck — or a few hundred thousand. But, I digress.

My wedding planning story serves as a very clear indication of the kind of person I was when I was nineteen. I was affected by the core beliefs of others, taking them on as my own (even though I very often did not try them on to see if they were practical or realistic). The purity of this tale resides in the fact that I fell in love when I was young (some used to say “too young”), and even though we have been through some tough times, I am still in love with my best friend.

Just like my wedding, there were many other aspects of “getting married” and “staying married” in which old wives tales, scripture taken out of context, or even strange extreme ideas about gender identity were preached at me by good-willed friends and family members. Some of these notions were spawned by years of functioning adequately by adhering to them, and others were brought to my attention out of bitter and broken spirits. Here are a few that I was (very) happy to find out did not work for us:

1. “Extreme Modesty for everyone else except your husband. Be a slut for him.”

Ok, before you get all weird on me, I am not suggesting that anyone should be publicly indecent or dress in a way that could get you arrested. Nor am I suggesting that you shouldn’t try to do your very best for your husband(or wife) in the bedroom. Having said that, the modesty/purity movement in the Christian church seems to have gotten a bit out of hand. I  think it may come out of a desire to control — by indoctrination of sorts — our men and women by stifling our sexual natures. Don’t get me wrong. I signed the “contract thingy” when I was sixteen, got a purity ring, yadayadayada. Do I think it added anything to my marriage? No. In fact, I think it merely taught me to stifle that side of my life. And modesty? Don’t get me started on that one.

Ok, so I have never exactly been a target of the modesty police. Even after I — um, developed, I still had the figure of an eight year old boy. Or a bean pole… whichever is more straight up and down. The modesty movement in the church always seemed to target girls who couldn’t help their sex appeal. If you have double D’s, that is going to be evident even if you wear a turtleneck. Most of my beef with the modesty movement is for my sisters who are more well endowed.You’re telling me that they can’t dress like a normal human being because God has created them with curves? Even with my “bean pole” figure, I remember the one time when I distinctly felt this prejudice — oddly enough from a male friend.

It was the first day in a long time when warmer weather had appeared after a cold(ish) winter(what can I say? I always pick warm climates for where I live). I thought it would be cute to emulate my favorite actress, Audrey Hepburn, in my outfit that particular day. Audrey is someone who is not revered for her sex appeal — rather her grace, beauty, and striking fashion. No problem, right?

I walked into my University student council office wearing a pair of cute black shorts, minimalistic ballet flats, and a button up top(which was buttoned to nearly the top button). A male peer looked me up and down and said coyly, “wow, you are looking summery” — implying what he meant only from the tone of his voice. It was the first time I felt a direct criticism from a Christian male — obviously nitpicking at my black shorts(which were far from being anything resembling “booty shorts”). And, strangely, it felt different from any man ogling me in a public place. I can deal with that. Douche bags will be douche bags. But a friend, whom I trusted?

It was around this time that I stopped caring about what my bible believing peers think about modesty. Of course, I still will glance at myself in the mirror to make sure I look decent, but I don’t stress about the amount of inches my neckline lies below my collarbone, anymore. I enjoy fashion. I love it for the art that it is — silhouettes and beautiful lines, clothing made for girls with gorgeous curves, or straight lines like me.

“But, you are causing your brothers in Christ to stumble.” For any man–Christian or not– to pin his sexual failings on the way a woman is dressed — or worse, inherently built — is tragic. For anyone to blame a woman for a man taking advantage of her, is, at best, a barbaric argument. It is also an argument that represents the dark side of the modesty debate.

Thankfully, My husband has always supported the way I choose to dress. In times when I have become anxious in regards to peer judgment, Matt has always reassured me that there I have never harmed anyone by wearing normal clothing such as a v-neck t-shirt or skinny jeans. I am so glad that Matt has served as a voice of reason for me, when my self confidence has been damaged.

2. “Take time to ‘cleave’ to your husband.”

I understand the basic sentiment behind this argument. The premise lies behind the scripture in Genesis 2:24 – “Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.” I agree! However, I disagree with a misuse of the scripture.

When Matt and I got married, many people told us to “cleave” to each other. On one hand, yup, we did some, uh, “cleaving.” We had an awesome honeymoon and really enjoyed spending time arranging our house together. Being married is fun!

On the other hand, many people found it strange that, after we returned from our honeymoon, we immediately wanted to see our friends. A couple people in our life suggested that we should possibly spend more time with each other, and less time with others. However, we wanted to spend time with our friends and share our new life with them. To this day, we still spend a lot of time with friends. We dislike the notion that a married couple should stick to themselves. Ironically, many of our friends are single — only because it is so damn difficult to get marrieds to come hang out!

Yes, of course, we spent time alone. We even moved away from our families, as opportunity knocked for us soon after getting married. Moving away from family was one of the healthiest ways that we could “cleave.” We learned how to operate our own way — without large amounts of advice many like to endow upon young marrieds.

Regardless, close friends have enriched our lives. We intend to continue being “enriched” by our cool diverse group of friends (located all over the world) — marriage will never make us “too busy” for that. End of story.

3. “Men need respect. Women need love.” 

This one is a hot topic. Not to mention, it seems to be so brashly unopposed in the evangelical Christian community, that it is difficult to get a theological word in edgewise.

The basic idea of this statement is rooted in those couple scriptures in the New Testament. “22 Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. 23 For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior.24 Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything.

25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her 26 to make her holy, cleansing[a] her by the washing with water through the word, 27 and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. 28 In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies.” (Ephesians 5:22-28) The “love & respect” argument is merely a more “modern” way to rephrase the submission argument in terms a twenty-first century audience can stomach.

There’s the key — this was not a 21st century group of people. In fact, each epistle was intended for a certain group of folks. In that particular day and age, women were a step above slaves. Men also married women decades younger than them — many of the women barely old enough to be considered a teenager.

However, even though I do consider myself an egalitarian (and my husband would also tell you he believes in equality, not hierarchy), I feel like there are many other bloggers out there who do a much better job arguing this subject from a theological stance. Rachel Held Evans, in particular, is a good place to start. I, on the other hand, am going to go about this by way of personal experience.

Yes, I am a woman. Heck yes, I need love from my man. However, I am very aware of when I feel disrespected by my husband. And, my husband would also tell you he is very hurt when he feels unloved by me. I personally believe that these aspects of human emotion, of human decency, are not distinctive to gender — unless, of course, your husband is your ruler. Then, yeah — lack of respect would throw things off, now wouldn’t it?

When we got married, we both accepted what we thought a “biblical” model of marriage should look like. Matt would be the boss, I submit to his . . .  boss-ness.

However, as we went on, we found that we just didn’t operate that way. We naturally gravitated towards that of a team effort — not a hierarchical household. Over the course of this time, I discovered my love for my career, and Matt played with the idea of possibly someday becoming a stay-at-home Dad for little while. Do these things make us less of a woman or man? On the contrary. In my opinion, femininity and masculinity are not defined by what society deems worthy or true. I can be a feminine career woman, and Matt can be a masculine stay-at-home Dad.

And then, I remember Jesus. How he talked to women in public (*gasp*) even though that was scandalous in greco-roman and Jewish culture. How he created friendships with women and saw them as equals. Jesus was redefining the gender roles (of his day) all over the place!

To sum it all up.

Marriage is a process, and regardless of what people will tell you, there are many different sides of marriage that you need to discover for yourself. Asking “why” whenever anyone tries clumsily to give you marriage or relationship advice will serve you well. Asking “why” helped me learn more about being a woman, about body image, and gender roles. And, if we didn’t ask “why,” our marriage may have not made it this far.


Dream a Dream

Dreams are intriguing and mysterious. Though psychologists have come to conclusions about why living things have dreams, and where dreams may come from, mystery and spirituality still surround dreams, their content, and origin.

Like every person, I have had terrifying dreams, in which I or someone I love dies. I have had frustrating dreams where I can’t seem to make my legs function to run away from something or someone in my dream. I have also had hilarious dreams, my favorite being when Zach Galifianakis and I team up to fight the zombies. And I know that when I read a fictional book like Harry Potter before bed, I will have wonderful dreams.

Sometimes we can control our dreams by not watching a scary movie that night, or by not eating pizza too late, but our dreams seem to have free range  of our slumber to do whatever they like.

What about our daydreams and those desires that each start out as a small spark of an idea and grow into overwhelming passions that steer our heart and lives in certain directions?

These dreams seem to come from a variety of places and are as equally mysterious.

Because of my place in life, being a fairly recent college graduate., dreams have been on my mind a lot lately.

As I mentioned in my last post, I saw Les Miserables a few weeks ago. One of the most haunting moments for me was when Fantine sings her song, “I Dreamed A Dream”:

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

My heart broke as I watched Fantine’s fate unfold. Later, I prayed that the same fate won’t befall me, my dreams and hopes totally obliterated.

A couple weeks ago, I saw this quote by van Gogh, at the grocery store of all places:

“What would life be like if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

What if the great dreamers of our world had stopped at the spark of their dream or what if they had kept their ideas or passions to themselves? What would this world be like?

I am a dreamer, a passionate person. I dream about a lot of things: I dream about things like having a dog again someday; I dream about creativity, about pictures, words, and stories; and I also dream about changing the world.

But often I shrink from my dreams. I say, “I can’t,” “I’m not good enough,” or “that will never happen, or happen to me.” I’m not sure why the idea of my dreams coming true scares me, or why I freak out a bit when other people dream big for me.

I am afraid of my dreams, but am afraid of missing out on them, wasting them.

I haven’t lived enough life to have any new wisdom on making dreams reality other than what everyone else has said: “Just do it.”

Just make one move to make it happen.

If you want to be a writer, write a few sentences. If you want to paint, buy a set of brushes, paint, and a canvas. If you want to change the reality of children in third world countries, start talking about it, saving up money, or get involved in the work already happening. Or start something new, different, unimagined before.

And dream big. We only get one life. Why not make it unforgettable, amazing, so when we are on our deathbed, we can say, “wow, what a ride.” Why not leave a legacy behind?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said, “Dream no small dreams, for they have no power to move the hearts of men.”

It is easy to get caught up in everyday life, because that is also what life is made of; going through the motions is easy. But why not work towards having more? Why settle?

Henry David Thoreau said: “Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.”

This minute is never too late to start really living. I remember when I was younger and struggling with extreme depression, I dreamed about dying and killing myself. Now several years later, after much change and healing has taken place, I can’t get enough life.

Paramore’s new single “Now” dropped recently. I just heard it today and it has been on repeat these last few days. You should go listen to it. Here are the  lyrics:

Don’t try to take this from me
Don’t try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don’t try to take this from me
Don’t try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Feels like I’m waken from the dead
And everyone’s been waitin’ on me
‘Least now I’ll never have to wonder
What it’s like to sleep a year away
But were we indestructible
I thought that we could brave it all (all)
I never thought that what would take me out
Was hiding down below

Lost the battle, win the war
I’m bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We’re starting over, or head back in
There’s a time and a place to die but this ain’t it

If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don’t try to take this from me
Don’t try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Don’t try to take this from me
Don’t try to take this from me
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Wish I could find a crystal ball
For the days I feel completely worthless
You know I’d use it all for good
I would not take it for granted (granted)
Instead, I’d have some memories
For the days I don’t feel anything
At least, they would remind me
Not to make the same mistakes again

Lost the battle, win the war
I’m bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We’re starting over or head back in
There’s a time and a place to die but this ain’t it

If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

There’s a time and a place to die

There’s a time and a place to die
And this ain’t it

There’s a time and a place to die
And this ain’t it, this ain’t it
This ain’t it

There’s a time and a place to die
There’s a time and a place to die
But this ain’t it, no

If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
If there’s a future, we want it now
(Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow)

If there’s a future, we want it
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Now-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow

Never give up. Keep going after your dreams. Keep trying to figure out where you’re suppose to be. Remember it’s a journey worth getting through. These are the things legends are made of.

Go live your beautiful life.


Grace to Les Miserables

The story of Les Miserables is both tragic and hopeful. I recently saw the new Les Miserables and was reminded of the story’s beauty.

For those of you  who don’t know the story of Les Miserable or don’t want to sit through a 3 hour musical here is the basic story line. Jean Valjean, recently released prison, finds shelter for a night in the home of a priest. Valjean decides to leave during the night with much of the priests valuables. In the morning, Valjean is caught by the police and taken to the priest’s house to return what he had stolen and afterwards await the consequences. The priest’s  response will forever change Jean Valjeans’ life:

“He didn’t steal anything. I gave these things to him.” And to Valjean he says, “In your haste, you forgot the candle sticks.”

After Jean Valjean tares up his parole papers, and vows to live a different life. Years later Valjean is a successful business man, living a completely different life. He saves a prostitute from being punished for a false accusation, but he is too late to save her and she dies, but before she dies he promises to take care of her daughter, Cosette.

Valjean keeps his word and raises Cosette. Year later when Cosette is a young women, she and a young man, Marius  fall in love. At first Valjean is upset at the idea of Cosette leaving him, but soon sees how happy she is and relents. Marius at the time is part of an uprising against the current government. Valjean goes to fight with them keeping a protective eye on Marius.

When Marius is wounded, Valjean carries Marius away from the battle and saves his life. Cosette and Marius are married soon and Valjean dies shortly after.

The main theme of Les Miserables is grace. I would define grace as “giving someone, what they don’t deserve, what they have not earned. Mercy and grace are related concepts, the difference is that mercy, as I understand it, is not giving something that they deserve; which it seems that someone can give someone mercy, like the the priest not telling the police what Valjean had really stolen from him, while giving Valjean the opportunity to change his life which is grace.

Augustine said:

For grace is given not because we have done good works, but in order that we may be able to do them.

I believe God gives us grace. He gives us the chance to be his sons and daughters, to be in his presence today and forever. He loves us unconditionally.

And because he loves me, I want to love other people, give them grace. Regardless, if you believe in God, grace can still be a part of your life. You never know how your kindness, your grace for someone else might change their life. You never know when grace might show up in your life.

How do you see yourself giving grace to others? Perhaps you pay for someone’s Starbucks. This happened to me. I was going through the drive through of a local Starbucks and when I was going to pay for my order, the barista said the car in front of me had paid for my order. Or maybe you want to start a project or be a part of a project that gives grace to those you are in desperate need of unwarranted love.

I try to give grace to others, but my driving would sometimes say the opposite. I pray for grace in situations I seem to inadequately handle again and again. Sometimes I am gracious, sometimes I am jaded.

I sponsor a child through Compassion International. Yesterday I received my first letter from my child. I found out about her favorite sport and favorite pet, and I also found out that she wants to be a doctor when she grows up. She thanked me for sponsoring her and said “I love you so much.”

My heart melted. I knew my contribution was making a difference, but realizing how much this meant to her and how possibly my sponsorship could help her achieve her dream of being a doctor when she lives in a village of subsistence farmers made grace seem less like a concept.

In a couple of months, I am going on a trip to a third world country where I will helping with a school that takes in girls from the slums who have little value to their family; the school gives them a brighter future. The girls would be either sold into a loveless marriage at a young age to an older man twice her age, or forced into prostitution in order to survive.

The school gives them an education, teaches them a trade, hygiene, and helps them to know they are loved and valued. I am excited to go and be with these girls in a couple of months, but have definitely been having feelings of fear, inadequacy, and inconvenience. I enjoy my American life of comfort and cleanliness. What about the language and cultural boundaries? How can I really love them? And how am I going to get enough money, and I’m flying over water . . . .

But then I remembered with help of my Compassion child’s letter, that even the smallest thing, can make a difference and that I am going on the trip because of the sheer fact that I believe that these girls need to know that they are valued, loved, and beautiful. I want to give them grace. When the reason and passion of why I am going is renewed all the other thoughts, fears, fade out of importance.

How has grace changed your life? How has your grace changed someone else’s life? How do you want to give more grace? How do you wish you had been given grace or would like to receive grace?


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