Thursday, June 16, 2011

Who Are You?

American culture gives mixed messages regarding our identity. On one hand, our identity is based largely on how we look and (on the same hand) on the prestige we can earn through what we do. Why else would anybody get calf implants? Or become a lawyer? Even regular people who can't afford to have silicone or collagen injected or implanted into their bodies work hard to attract positive attention. While we do some things because we enjoy them, part of the enjoyment comes from the applause. A certain level of praise is earned from peers and parents through being on the football team, the chess club, the honor roll and even in Christian clubs. Different groups of peers have different values for each of these activities, but every activity we do will be socially rewarding through a certain set of people.

On the other hand, American culture also tells us that our self-esteem has to be based on how we feel about ourselves. If no one likes your new barbed-wire tattoo, you are to say, "That's OK. I like my tattoo, and my self-esteem is based on how I feel about myself. So, nyah."  But, as the pastor Tim Keller once noted, if you feel better about yourself by using your own standards instead of someone else's, it means you have lower standards than they do. How does that make you feel? (And on a side note, if you get a tattoo around your bicep, please commit yourself to doing arm curls, at least with that one arm. Nothing looks more pathetic than a muscle tattoo around a stick arm. And if you disagree, it's because your standards are lower than mine. )

We are to base our identities solely on how Jesus sees us. Maybe you already knew that. But, I know you chose your clothes this morning based on how you wanted someone else to think of you. I know you choose the music you listen to partly based upon how you want other people to think of you. And I know that getting some appreciation from that exciting woman will make you feel better about yourself. I also know focusing on that exciting woman will lead to you doing something stupid. Focus instead on your value to God, remembering that it is His grace, not your actions, that has saved you, and you will make good choices, and even have good fruit. (For the importance of having good fruit, read James 2.)

So, how does God see you? Well, here's a hint: Jesus died for you. Think about that for a while. Contemplate it. Know it until it becomes like fire shut up in your bones. Now, don't you want to please God? And don't you want to please him out of appreciation to Him rather than out of duty? That knowledge might not change which shirt you wear tomorrow, but it will change your reaction when that exciting woman tells you that you look like a dork.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Rebellion

When I was about 13, my dad told me I needed to shower every day. I hated that. And then he told me I had to wear deodorant. He was really getting up in my business. I didn't realize how right he was until I started to smell myself. And I should have listened when he first suggested I learn to shave. I had some pretty wacky hairs coming in on my face. I wouldn't call them whiskers, too soft. I was definitely growing a nasty, creepy fuzz-stache. I knew I had waited too long when someone at school asked me if I was trying to grow a mustache -- from across a crowded hallway. Nothing against teenage mustaches, but I wasn't going for that. I was just afraid I would slice my lip off.

These are just a few examples of simple things that my earthly father had the wisdom to advise me on. He also gave me both orders and advice on much more important matters: dating, driving, eating, exercising, studying. I didn’t always recognize how right my dad was at the time, but my life could have been simpler if I had paid closer attention to the words that came out of his mouth. God set up the cycle of generations so that the older generation has more wisdom and knowledge than the younger. One of the results of the fall of man (you know, when Adam and Eve got snaked by Satan in the Garden of Eden) was that young men and women, when they most need the advice of their elders, will want to reject that advice.

Think about Sampson. That guy was called by God before he was even born to be the leader and judge of all Israel. Sure, his parents weren’t Mensa material: an angel appeared out of nowhere twice, but they had to watch him ascend to heaven on a plume of smoke before they realized who they were talking to, and the Angel of the Lord had to tell them twice that Sampson was to be a Nazarite. But do you remember how Sampson’s life went from super-strong judge to super-strong super-jerk with a ponytail? He told his parents he wanted to marry a Philistine woman. They told him it was a bad idea, but he insisted. Sampson was still used by God to punish the Philistines, but I think God’s original plan — before Sampson went all rebellion on it — probably would have been even more incredible, and Sampson could have lived out a long life with two eyes and multiple arm wrestling championships. If only he had honored his parents.