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Liberal and Conservative Christians: Together We Conquer What We Each Fear, but Divided We All Fall.

I worked with the MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) for twenty years. No measuring of human personalities will be perfect, but this has played out both in my personal life and working with large groups of people enough to know it has some validity.

We are born incredibly different in the way our minds work, what we are good at, what they focus on, and those differences influence our choice of careers, mates, hobbies, and politics. Our family of origin will influence these more strongly for some personalities than others.

We did not get a vote. There are both strengths and weaknesses to every personality type.

God made us this way for a reason.  Both ways are needed for balance and effectiveness and learning to love across our differences is what Jesus was about.

Jesus raised the bar with his willingness to love those different from him including the enemy soldier and to even forgive those that could not understand and accept that, so crucified him.

The root of all evil is fear. And NO ONE is immune to fear. What we fear is different because of our inborn personality differences. We DID NOT get a vote on this.

Throughout history men who use power to dull their human fears have abused it. 

They are still abusing it.  And their strongest weapon is turning people against one another by playing on their fears.

They legitimize our fears to use them to divide and conquer us.

Sadly we are witnessing this right now in the best form of government humanity has developed. No system is perfect, because humanity is not perfect. But our Democratic government has been hijacked by the unbelievably rich who have no personal understanding or sympathy with those who have to struggle to just keep themselves and their families alive.

Because of our differing fears, we have enabled this.

Some people are born with minds that both question the status quo and look ahead to consequences from it. These minds worry about the planet and work to find solutions to the problems they see coming. They worry about people all over the planet, often more than the ones right in front of them. Their fears are about what affects all. And they don’t fear those different from them physically and culturally.

Others trust tradition and what they know firsthand. They are only truly comfortable with the familiar.  They will literally lay down their lives for those they understand. They are incredibly kind, but afraid of the unfamiliar and different.

Our different fears control us and divide us. And they make us all vulnerable to the power hungry.

BOTH sides’ fears are legitimate.  Both sides’ fears divide us and defeat us because we cannot understand the others’ and that way work to minimize the actual threats feared by each.

Nothing is perfect. There are no perfect solutions or protections from all of our varied, but legitimate fears. But unless we work together it simply isn’t going to matter, because we are ALL going to lose both our freedom and our planet.

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My Journey from Agnostic to Christian

As a Catholic from childhood, I had four children in the first five years of marriage. Unfortunately, I had to have them by Caesarean Section. Then the doctor told me I would die if I had another C section in the next few years. When I asked the priest what to do since birth control was considered a mortal sin, he said,

 “Many children have good stepmothers.”

I decided that men who had never married or had children shouldn’t be making that kind of decision for women. Since I unknowingly had made the Catholic Church my God, when I left the Catholic Church, I threw Jesus and God out with it.

I was not a typical woman who loved to cook and bake, sew and make flower arrangements. In fact, I felt totally inadequate as a wife and mother. We were affluent then and I had help and we both enjoyed giving parties. So, for several years we led a party life, and I began drinking even before the parties and on weekday afternoons when we didn’t have parties.  

I got scared that I was losing control of my drinking and found a therapy group for alcoholics.  After several months of reading and going to therapy, I broke down weeping one night, admitting that I felt totally inadequate as a wife and mother and didn’t think I was capable of loving anyone, even my husband and children. The group did not judge me, but rather seemed to hurt with me. Somehow it was a beginning of healing.

The next day as I was vacuuming, I had a sense of someone standing behind me with their hand gently on my shoulder. My first thought was that it was Jesus, but then decided since I didn’t believe in Jesus it couldn’t be. So, I just put the feeling into my “need more information file.”

Unexpectedly my father died.at fifty-two years of age.  I closed down my feelings, so I could deal with it intellectually and cope with life. I took a course at Vanderbilt Divinity school on the Christian View of Death and another on other World Religions.  Neither made much impression on me, so I began to visit various Christian denominations and reading the bible.  The book of Acts was an eye opener and made me a bit wistful that Christians might still have life changing experiences. About that time some affluent friends of ours gave up their lifestyle and his Vice Presidency in his family’s company to be missionaries in a non-denominational ministry, Campus Crusade for Christ.  I hoped they had kept some investments for the future for their three children, but I was intrigued by their willingness to change their life so drastically.

Sometime later they came back to town asking our group of friends to give a Christian coffee where several women would talk about how Jesus had changed their lives. I laughingly invited women to come, saying I didn’t know our current gatherings weren’t Christian, but come and enjoy the great food we were going to have.

Several women gave talks about the changes in their lives and relationships when they said a prayer asking Jesus to be their Savior and Lord. Then they invited us to say the prayer with them.  I was impressed with the changes they described, but since I didn’t believe in God or Jesus, I didn’t say the prayer. As the other women who prayed the prayer were being embraced, I started washing dishes.

One of the women came in and asked if I had said the prayer. I said I didn’t believe in God or Jesus, so I had not. She didn’t hesitate, suggesting I say the prayer this way, “Jesus, IF you are who you claimed to be, I want you to be my Savior and Lord.” That seemed like a win/win, so I said the prayer and went back to washing dishes wondering if this would make any difference.

Suddenly, I was simply over come with the feeling of being totally loved with no small print. The joy was so great, I was afraid I’d burst from it. And that began my fifty-seven-year spiritual journey that has had awesome times of joy and very difficult times when I sometimes felt that loving presence even when in great pain.

It has not been easy. And there were times when temptation was so strong that God literally intervened in amazing ways to keep me from screwing up my own and others’ lives.

I have learned that saying the prayer isn’t a magic incantation. For some of us it makes an immediate difference, but it doesn’t make us perfect.  And for some it doesn’t make a difference for years. Asking Jesus to be our savior is one thing.  Letting Him be Lord is a whole other ball game and for me it’s taking a lifetime.  Different personalities experience the Spiritual Journey in very different ways.  Some of us are relationship people. Others are worker bees and doers. Some are thinkers and questioners. God did not make His children with a cookie-cutter.

Following Jesus means literally following in His footprints in His journey through the Gospels. And that takes grace in our emotional, intellectual, physical, and spiritual lives that changes us in many different ways over the years.

We are loved unconditionally, but we are on a journey of change from being needy to being loving. And that is not easy and takes commitment, courage, and grace.

The Spiritual Journey of Jesus and Humanity

The Spiritual Journey of Jesus and Humanity

The hardest thing to accept as Christians is that Jesus didn’t come to save us from suffering in this life on earth.

He came to show us the way to live and grow spiritually. To outgrow our addictions to comfort, pleasure, things, power and need for safety. To become free to love the unlovable in a way that frees both us and them of fear.

Fear of suffering is the underlying fuel for all our addictions.

The pattern in the life and ministry of Jesus starts with learning that knowledge without love is not only empty, but harmful through his youthful experience of showing off his knowledge while hurting his parents. Mary later pushes him into his ministry of miracles just to save a young couple and their family from embarrassment. So, from the beginning he was learning that feelings matter, not just theology.

His next lesson was that no prophet is appreciated by those who knew them before they grew into their ministry. Rejection is part of the spiritual journey.

Then he is challenged to expand his ministry beyond his own people and religion.

Another leap is recognizing that no human is perfect, so has no right to judge or kill even those considered beneath them, like the sinful woman.

Jesus recognized and publicly pointed out that the woman who touched his robe was healed by HER faith, not HIS!

The lepers of his society were considered untouchable and unclean, but Jesus healed them even knowing they wouldn’t all be grateful enough to follow him.

With the man next to the pool, Jesus also recognized that some people need to be challenged to participate in their own healing.

The Samaritans were Jews who did not worship at the Temple or follow all the laws and beliefs of the Jewish religion and were persecuted by the Jews. Jesus tells the story of the “Good “Samaritan” to put kindness  above theology just as he did with his parable about getting an ox out of a ditch on the Sabbath.

The Roman Soldier who asked Jesus to save his child represented the hated conquering foreign government, the currently greatest enemy of Israel.

The woman at the well would have been anathema to a Jew. Yet she was used to spread the good news of the love of God fleshed out in Jesus.

Jesus kept expanding his understanding of whom God loves.

 And with the child possessed by demons, he experienced rejection for his healing, not acceptance or understanding.

All through his adult ministry, Jesus went away to spend time with God.

He needed to refill with grace, to seek guidance, to stay connected with the source of his gifts and courage, to prepare for the next challenge.

When he begins to understand that this is going to end badly for his human self, it takes time and grace to accept it.  His overreaction to Peter saying everything is going to be fine shows that Jesus was still struggling to accept it.

His abruptness with his disciples who criticize the woman for using an expensive oil to soften his bruised and worn feet, both affirms her kindness and admits that for humans pain and poverty are part of the journey and we all will need the kindness of others.

We see him struggle as he gets closer to the end and faces how terribly hard it will be and that he will have to face it alone.

His exploding with anger that the Temple is being used and people abused by greed foreshadows his agony in the garden facing his end and even those closest to him abandoning him because of their own human limits.  The pattern of anger before acceptance is part of the human spiritual journey.

Then ultimately, he forgives even those who had him crucified, understanding their human weakness and then trusts his spirit into the hands of the God who seems to have abandoned him.

At each stage of the spiritual journey we are called to let go of preconceived ideas and prejudices.

This is the spiritual journey for humanity that can only be lived out through the power of the Spirit of God within us.

The Challenges of Aging

I have been experiencing increasing issues with memory.  So far, none dangerous, mostly losing names and words. But it is quickly becoming alarming. Quite a few of my friends who are even ten years younger than I am are also having to cope with loss of memory issues.

When I was recently talking to my primary care doctor after passing a very short memory test that said I was average for people my age with a college degree, he said that there is new help for dementia if caught early enough. But Vanderbilt is the only hospital in our area to have the type of MRI equipment to accurately measure white matter brain shrinkage. And the new treatments are only effective in the early stages. Getting the test has to be done through a neurologist, so I have an appointment soon.

Interestingly, I also met a man at the doctor’s office who is planning to start a group that works with these issues, both with those having them and those who are caregivers. Unfortunately, he had been injured in an accident and is in St. Thomas physical therapy hospital right now. But he will let me know when he gets the program going.

At this point in my journey, I could still be some help with it and perhaps get help from it.

I’ve have spent quite a bit of time with people with Alzheimer’s and dementia. My mother died by inches over fourteen years with Alzheimer’s. Afterward I spent several years taking a friend out to lunch, to places like Cheekwood and even shopping when she was in a nursing home with dementia. She did not remember most of her life, even often being anxious because she thought she needed to go to her mother’s funeral. She spoke very little. But eventually she went to live with a caregiver next to her daughter’s house and began to go back to playing and winning at Tournament Bridge! She read voraciously and was able to converse again. When I was visiting her in the nursing home I began to also give a devotional and took musician friends to play the piano or guitar. While I was giving my devotional all the people looked comatose, but when we started playing the music for the old hymns they resurrected and sang every word from memory.

 I am now visiting another friend who is at a nursing home suffering from dementia. I have seen her regain a lot of mental acuity through help taking up her painting again and spending time with a volunteer who works with several people.  Recently, I was sick for several months while the volunteer was having to deal with family issues and she has lost ground again. I also noticed that when she doesn’t have visitors, she looks unkempt and ill. I think it is very important to have someone from outside visiting frequently enough that the caregivers don’t neglect them.

I admit that when my doctor said that I do not have any signs of dangerous health issues at eighty-seven so probably will live quite a bit longer, I got depressed. I do not want to outlive my somewhat scatty, but still useful brain!

The program for dementia patients and caregivers will be at Cumberland Presbyterian Church in Dickson. I have been attending First Presbyterian for about twenty-five years. It is very liberal politically and growing phenomenally from people leaving the conservative churches. But we are currently understandably focused on younger people with children and those with issues the conservatives are uncomfortable with.

I am becoming aware that liberals take up big issues like gays, the homeless, and the environment. But the conservatives are focused on those that touch people they know and understand. Perhaps luckily for me, I may be able to be a part of both worlds.

My age group under a conservative pastor at First Presbyterian took an active part in caring for those older than us in past years. We called them, visited them, took them not only to doctors, but also shopping and out to lunch. We even took turns staying with them in the hospital when they were dying and helping them stay mentally active when in rehab and taking them home and helping them get organized when they got home. We also took over the leadership in our women’s group. At this point our group is doing sort of a one on one caregiving with each other. But more and more we all are needing some help and our women’s group needs younger leadership to help us stay a functioning helpful group with a ministry to those less fortunate.

I realize that our younger career women, who are now finally retired, are enjoying the hard-earned delights of free time. But the care of the elderly is becoming a growing problem since medical science is still far better at keeping us alive than alert and physically functional. And while Jesus said to take care of the poor, he included widows. I don’t know whether the women outlived the men in Jesus’ day, but today it’s a reality. While our culture isn’t AS hard for older woman living alone, it more or less simply writes us off.

I am hoping to be an active part of both helping and being helped soon by the new program at the beautiful Cumberland Presbyterian Church that my husband designed.  So please pray for the recovery of the man who will be starting the program. His name is Tommy.

Today’s Prejudice against Age and the Spiritual

I’m struggling with being old and considered bereft of wisdom or knowledge that those who are younger value.

I guess I’ve always denied that my way of being in the world is not in step with the majority, so I should not expect very many people to “get” what I have to offer.  I’m in a church that I totally agree with politically. But I also understand the differences in how other Christians respond to the world and Scriptures. The real problem is that almost none of us really “Get” the whole picture.  As long as we see it as “either/or” we will never heal the body of Christ and make a grace filled difference in the world.

My personal weakness may be my strong need to feel like I’m making a difference.

I am losing the small ministries that I’ve had at my church that were what I felt were my God given talents of writing and speaking about God’s presence in our small lives. A few people have affirmed them, but many younger people no longer respect the wisdom of the old. They think we don’t understand the culture and norms of today. Some of us do and some don’t.  It’s like a prejudice against any group; we clump everyone together in our assumptions. (I am also guilty of that!)

Perseverance has never been a virtue of mine, but perhaps I’m supposed to get free of my Extrovert’s need for affirmation. Maybe even my doing things for others has been mostly for that.  But the physical support to others that we are stressing at First Pres, while certainly important,  doesn’t seem to me to be more important than the spiritual. It often is short term, while the Spiritual is forever.

My doctor told me I am very healthy at eighty-seven and may live a lot longer. If I am not productive and making any difference, this does not seem like good news to me!

So, I appreciate prayers for discernment at this point in my life. There’s the possibility of my being part of a ministry to people experiencing or dealing with others who are experiencing dementia. This is something I have dealt with in my family and have supported friends who were and are struggling with. It is a ministry of another denomination that I differ with on some major political issues but am comfortable with their spirituality on this issue.

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