To Be Loved

There's a woman I met in high school. She's about my age and her family is rather famous. You wouldn't know her, but if you heard her family's name, you'd know exactly who I was talking about. I remember the first time I met her; we had some mutual friends and we were all out to dinner. I felt annoyed by her assurance, ticked off by her assumption that her opinions were so relevant.

Looking back, it's clear that my insecure, young, unsure self was jealous. This girl may have grown up in an important family, but more to the point, she grew up with a concrete understanding that she was loved, that she mattered and that her opinions were relevant. And she lived and operated solely out of that love.

I don't mean to say that I didn't know I was loved-- I was, I am, and well. What I mean is, rather than living consistently out of that love, I have lived out of the need to impress, to be better than you, to have it altogether, to put on a front that is not authentic to what's going on inside.

If it's true that "in him we live and move and have our being" and yet I am still disposed towards these narcissistic shortcomings, how do I change? How do we begin to live out of the love of the Father? How do we begin to understand what that love really is?

*To Be Loved is a reference to the oh-so-fabulous Thad Cockrell. Have a listen.

But what the hell do I know?

I heard someplace that the idea of soul mates started with the Greek philosopher Aristophanes. The tale goes that originally, human beings existed with four legs, four arms, and two heads. Once upon a time, humans made the Greek god Zeus very angry and he split the one into two-- thus we have our present form. And thus we spend our lives searching for the other half who will complete us. It's like a romantic little dream and it's a total crock.

I love the way Matt Chandler debunks this idea (for audio, go here, and scroll to 10.25.09). He says that if one man way back when chose the wrong mate, mistaking her for his soul mate, then the next guy would have to end up with the wrong woman and so on, until we're all screwed because one guy picked wrong. So the idea that Aristophones put forth-- and that modern culture buys into and propagates-- is completely absurd. There cannot be one perfect person for each of us. No, it's not romantic to say that, but it is a relief, really. Rather than worrying about finding the one person who will complete us forever, we just have to make a choice.

Yes, choice. We choose one person to walk life with forever. We choose one person to help us seek sanctification. We choose one person to try to love unconditionally, even though we know we will fail. Essentially, we are choosing to fail.

Why?

Because we are made for relationship. We are meant to share life. I don't mean that marriages are guaranteed to fail. What I'm saying is, as human beings we are selfish to our core. When we choose to love an individual for better or for worse, we are saying that we desire to be sanctified, to be made holier, to try to put another's needs and desires above our own. What an amazing responsibility we are choosing then. What a beautiful picture of Christ's love for us.

At the foundation of the earth, God knew we would fail to live in right relationship with him, and yet he chose to create us, to breathe life into Adam's dry bones and to fashion Eve from his side. He chose us, knowing we would fail him.

How humbling it must be for a man to request to spend his life trying to love you unconditionally, with the full knowledge that you will fail him, he will fail you, and the most you can say is I'm committed to being sanctified by our God through a life spent with you.

How much more humbling then, must it be to know that the Creator of this universe, the God of perfect plans, the mind which fashioned all others-- that Being chooses me, chooses you, knowing full well that we will fail him, but also, knowing he will never fail us.

It seems like a lot of people have been writing lately about this whole idea of us as humans expecting other humans to complete us, to be our soul mates, as Aristophanes theorized. And I guess I am relieved that we're all kind of on the same page here-- we're all thinking that being complete can't happen here in this broken world and feeling whole can't come from another person.

I don't know if my thoughts are coherent to you, but I want you to think these things through, especially, especially if you are young and about to be married. Or if you're old and about to be married. Or if you're already married for that matter. Or if, like me, you want to be married someday (even when someday seems very far away). Think about what happens when we expect a person to complete us who was not designed to complete us. We are making demands of people that they will always be unable to fulfill, and I think that leads to bitterness.

I don't want bitterness and I don't want a relationship that is grounded in unfair expectations. It never works.

What do you think? Have you considered these things? Do you disagree? Tell me why. I want to know, I want to explore this, to grasp it and turn it over in my head.

The way eyes see

For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.
Isaiah 55.8

I have a friend named Kate* whose eyes see the world differently than mine. It is baffling and beautiful, the way her eyes see. Kate's husband thinks our faith is like a fairy tale, and he works in advertising.

When I started to look for a new job, I used a lot of words to say that I craved meaning in my work. But then, I applied to work for an ad agency. Kate told me not to do it and she sent me links to websites for companies who go to third world countries and change the futures of the people there. But I was more interested in changing the future of my bank account, so I let myself get excited by the time I finished my 2nd round of interviews with the ad agency, and I filed the links away and didn't look at them again for awhile.

But when the earthquake in Haiti happened, I remembered about wanting the meaning, about how I want my life to tell a better story and about how Don Miller might be my soul mate*. I still thought I was getting the agency job and I was still excited, but I thought I might give some money to people who were in Haiti, so I perused some websites, eventually landing on Samaritan's Purse. I saw they were doing some great work in Haiti, and then I noticed "Employment Listings." There were jobs all over the world, but there was one up in the mountains of North Carolina that was listed as "Writer."

So, I applied. And then I kind of forgot. After all, I was going to work in advertising as soon as they called me back. About a month later, after another round of agency interviews but still no word, I got a phone call from some pretty excited people who wanted me to drive up those mountains to see if maybe I'd like to work with them at Samaritan's Purse. I agreed to come up the following week.

Two hours later, an email popped up on my Blackberry informing me that I had not gotten the ad agency job.

*I don't actually believe in soul mates, but we can talk about that later.

*I changed her name-- you know, just in case.

25 years

Me: "I've noticed most of my friends have smile lines around their eyes now."

My mom: "I've noticed most of my friends have had facelifts now."

#blogFAIL

I was really proud of myself for blogging semi-regularly for awhile, which of course just goes to show what happens when you get really proud of yourself. My life is a constant process of God humbling me, and here you have yet one more example of that-- my notable absence from substantive blogging.

But it's a really cool story that I will tell you once all this biz is wrapped up. And I literally mean BIZ-- I resigned from my current job yesterday and will be starting a new one in two weeks.

I.AM.SO.EXCITED!

And SO busy. I have 3.5 days to wrap up two years of work and to leave something for my successor to work with, and because I created my position out of nothing, that's a little bit challenging. Oh and I'll be moving. So please forgive me if my blog content is limited to silly photographs and Family Guy clips for a little window of time.

Today, please enjoy the photography skills of my BFF's husband.

Ladies & Gentlemen, Cade Bowman Photography.

*This is one of my favs, and homeboy in the photo is also an amazing photographer, Brett Arthur. Brett might tell you I am the best bridal portrait assistant he's ever had. Or he might not.

These gents have skills + fantastic wit & sarcasm, the both of them.

Enjoy & Happy Friday.

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I'm sorry about all of that. I don't what just happened.