Annal 68: Tale from Apartheid

Last night I finished reading Philip Yancey's What Good is God? and I am still pondering the effects of it on my life.  I started reading this book back in December or January, and it has been a slow going process, but to be honest I am fairly certain the timing has been God's.  I have hinted in past entries of some of the things that have been going on in my life over the last six months (ie. my mother getting unjustly fired, the seeming loss of friendships due to being single but also because of switching churches).  In April, about two weeks after my mother left her job, I picked up this book and was reading about Yancey's visit to South Africa in 2006.  In it he mentions something that I want to share.

"Bill Clinton tells of a conversation he had with Nelson Mandela.  'Didn't you really hate them for what they did?' Clinton asked.  Mandela replied, 'Oh, yeah, I hated them for a long time.  I broke rocks every day in prison, and I stayed alive on hate.  They took a lot away from me.  They took me away from my wife, and it subsequently destroyed my marriage.  They took me away from seeing my childre grow up.  They abused me mentally and physically.  And one day, I realized they could take it all except my mind and my heart.  Those things I would have to give to them, and I simply decided not to give them away.'

"Clinton pressed him.  'Well, what about when you were getting out of prison?  I got my daughter Chelsea up and we watched you on television as you walked down that dirt road to freedom.  Didn't you hate them then?'

"Mandela said, 'As I felt the anger rising up, I thought to myself, They have already had you for twenty seven years.  And if you keep hating them, they'll have you again. And I said, I want to be free. And so I let it go.  I let it go.'"

Yancey goes on to describe how Mandela's attitude set an example for all of South Africa.  He later visits the Apartheid Museum in Johannesburg and while there a young, white South African says, "In view of what we did and how we treated them, they had the right to take every one of us whites, line us against a wall, and shoot us in the head."

Forgiveness.

It seems like it should be such a simple concept, but the practice of it is perhaps the most difficult lesson I have ever learned.  It has only been in the last month or so, as I have been "coming into my own" as my sister puts it, that I realized how much hurt I have held onto from the past.  It is hard to lose friendship, and even harder to watch pain being done to those you love and hold dear.  And yet in the view of what I quoted above, who am I to hold onto my bitterness?

Shortly after the issue with my mom, my family was watching The Passion of the Christ for Good Friday.  I came away thinking, "Who am I to withhold that which Christ so freely gave?"

I sometimes think that as singles we can get into the mindset that everyone is somewhat against us: friends, strangers, church members, even God.  I know I sometimes fall into that.  We become a minority in many Christian settings, and seem like the group that people just don't know how to handle.

But in the view of so much grace, who am I to hold onto hurts that, quite frankly, pale in comparison to so much other pain out there.  I know God is still working on me, and I know that forgiveness can be a long and painful road, but it is a road I need to walk, and I know that there is One who will help me along it, for He is the one who made that road.

Such is the life of a Christian single.

Annal 67: Tale from Roof Fiddling

I feel like I am going to become a well of information!  I finally have my philosophy on dating and marriage figured out, and I am convinced you all need to read this.  You see I was watching Fiddler on the Roof last night and that was when I figured all of this out.

First of all, we need to stop being picky as having a bad husband is nowhere near as awful as having no husband.  When Tzeitel complains that the last man the Matchmaker tried to create a match for her with had no hair, her mother's response was, "You want hair, marry a monkey."  So pickiness is not a good trait.

If you gather with your single friends and sing "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match," you are pretty well guaranteed to not marry any men the Matchmaker brings your way.  But you will marry men your parents will not approve of... at first.

Men, if you want to get a girl to dance with you, you must clap your hands, stomp your foot, and yell for her to "come."  Then, and only then, will she dance with you.

If you ever want to introduce yourself to a girl, wait until a bunch of jerks are pestering, tell them to get lost, and then tell her that you notice her at the bookstore all the time.  Then offer her the book you have stragegically placed in your pocket.  If she still doesn't acknowledge you, continue to walk beside her, petting her cow, and tell her all about yourself.  But you must be sure to say you are "a pleasant fellow, charming, honest, ambitious, quite bright, and very modest."  This works like a charm and you are guaranteed to win her over!

I could continue on with the list, touching on Tevye's amazing dance moves and how everyone needs to dance like him (I wait, I did just touch on that) but I will stop.  At the start of the movie, Tevye comments that everyone in his village is like a fiddler on a roof.  They are all trying to create their own beautiful tune while maintaining their precarious position on the roof.

Last night all I thought about was how that pertained to the story of the movie, but this morning I started thinking about how at times we must all feel that way.  Sometimes I feel like I am trying so hard to make something of myself, to create music that will surpass time itself, while trying not to fall to pieces.  If there is one thing I have learned, it is that life can fall apart in an instant.  Sometimes we go through phases where we never know what will happen within the next few days, months, or even hours.  I have learned that life happens, and it is out of my control, and that I am not capable of staying up on the roof with my own strength.  I need others who will stay on the roof with me so we can help each other to stay up.  But more importantly, I need to make sure that my roof is attached to a house whose Foundation is sure.  Because even if my roof seems to collapse, my Foundation isn't going anywhere.  Sometimes the people who are on the roof with you will change, and other times you will feel as if you are all alone on it.  We all go through seasons like that.  But those are the times when you learn to depend on Him upon Whom your house stands.  He isn't going anywhere.

Such is the life of a Christian single.

Annal 66: Tale from the Jaw Line

Oh... my... goodness...

I just had one of the greatest nights ever... not that that means a lot to most people since my idea of having a life is not overly exciting right now.  All that aside, though, tonight was just great.  I still break out laughing as I think over the conversations had.

The adult pastors at the church my sister and I go to decided to have a group of us over tonight.  They used to host a small group for the college and university students but it was looking like it wasn't going to happen.  However they had some of us over for appetizers and dessert and informed us they were going to continue on our small group.  This was some of the best news I have ever heard!  The two couples who head up our small group are some of the most amazing, loving people to walk this planet.

In case you couldn't tell, I am a little bit excited about this.

Well on top of this exciting new, we had some of the most random conversations ever.  Like when my pastor decided he should try to hook me up with a guy from Slovakia.  And then he informed us all of the importance of strong jaw lines.  This led to a talk about praying for spouses, the affects of I Kissed Dating Good-Bye on youth group experiences (really, you haven't lived until you have had youth leaders jump down your throat because you think dating is okay), and how a single, Christian woman's life is over by the time she hits 25.  I think you can already tell the sort of direction this took.

What was wonderful was just how refreshing it was to be around married people who accept you where you are at.  Who tell you that just because you are a single Christian female passed 25 does not mean your womb is going to shrivel up.  Your life is not over because you are single.

I know this is not a very profound blog post, I just wanted to write because I honestly feel so blessed right now.  I can't put my finger on it, but I know that God is doing something in my life right now.  I feel as if He is unsettling me, but at the same time filling me with His peace.  Life is changing, and that is okay.  I don't have all the answers, and that is okay.  I will have highs and lows and He will be the One who gets me through them, and that is okay.  He is God, after all; I think it is safe to trust Him.

On a side note, ladies, I have it on good authority from my pastor that you want men with strong jaw lines.  Apparently they are very attractive, or so he says!

Such is the life of a Christian single.

Annal 65: Tale from the Soul's Secret Signature

So I am obviously still on my C.S. Lewis kick because he is the inspiration for tonight's blog post.  I am currently sitting cross-legged on my couch cooling off from doing a Jillian Michael's workout.  You want to sweat in the comfort of your home?  Yeah, she will make you do that, that's for sure.  The point is, I pulled out my computer, opened up a new post, and pondered what to write.  A quotation from The Problem of Pain kept coming to me, and I hope it inspires you the same way it did me.  It is in the final chapter of the book and the chapter is entitled "Heaven."  It is a lengthy passage, but bear with me, it is worth it, I promise.

"There have been times when I think we do not desire heaven; but more often I find myself wondering whether, in our heart of hearts, we have ever desired anything else.  You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread.  You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that.  Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw--but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realize that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which we are transported.  Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of--something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clap-clap of water against the boat's side?  Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain at best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for?  You have never had it.  All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it--tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that die away just as they caught your ear.  But if it should really become manifest--if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself--you would know it.  Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say 'Here at last is the thing I was made for.'  We cannot tell each other about it.  It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives [or husbands] or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife [or husband] or friend or work... Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it--made for it stitch by stitch as a glove made for a hand."

I know that's a lot to digest.  But I also know that it spoke directly to my soul.

How often do I rant about my quirks and wonder why God made me so odd?  Why is it that waiting for the bus on a misty morning stirs my soul?  Why does the sound of rustling leaves seem to be the trees calling for me to join them in their dance?  Why is it that I like BBC dramas, literature, video games, fantasy, and science fiction when at times there appears to be no line to connect them?

I love the idea of a secret signature of the soul.  Suddenly my oddities no longer seem so odd, but rather are what make my soul unique.  I was made this way "stitch by stitch" because I was made for my place in heaven.

So please don't ever become discouraged with what appear to be your own quirks.  Don't try to hide them or get rid of them, or pretend they don't exist because others don't understand them.  They are part of the secret signature of your soul, and were stitched there by a God who loves you more than any other person will ever be remotely capable of loving you.

Such is the life of a Christian single.

Annal 64: Tale from the Odious Selfishness of Mankind

So for my Victorian Literature class one of the novels I read is by Wilkie Collins and is entitled The Woman in White.  It is a true, Gothic novel, and I was rather engrossed while reading it last night when I came across a quote that just seemed to me the post perfect ever.  And so I wanted to share it all with you.

Mr. Fairlie, a self-diagnosed sick man who keeps to his room and despises being depended upon has just been asked to be depended on.  His response?

"Nothing, in my opinion, sets the odious selfishness of mankind in such a repulsively vivid light, as the treatment, in all classes of society, which the Single people receive at the hands of the Married people... Husbands and wives talk of the cares of matrimony; and bachelors and spinsters bear them.... I am bound, in the harmless character of a single man, to relieve my married connexions of all their own troubles.  Poor single people!  Poor human nature!"

That first sentence was really what did me in.  My poor sister had to put up with me laughing throughout the night.  Although even she agreed that there was truth behind these statements.

What I find interesting is how little things change.  This novel is from the Victorian era and now 150 years later some of those same thoughts still exist.  Single people, especially in church settings, can still be treated like the outcasts of Christian society.  Why?  What is so wrong with us that married people will often abandon us at the drop of a hat?

All that being said, I thank God for the close friendships with my married friends that He has given me.  I have friends who still value my friendship despite my "position" in life (now I sound like I have been reading too much Austen).  He has truly blessed me in that capacity.

Well, this is a shorter post, I moreso just wanted to share those few lines with you all as they worked well to brighten my evening!  Anthropology is calling me now, and I must immerse myself in the foundations of Archaeology!

Such is the life of a Christian single.