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Last week I shared four common reasons why we may not be able to Do/Be what we long to Do/Be. Today I will share another six reasons! Admitting (read confessing) the whole truth about these realities in our lives is the first step in a major Reconstruction. I know all ten have applied to me either currently or not long ago, and I believe some apply to you, too, or why would I write this? If we only admit partial truths about ourselves, we’ll never have the inner conviction, power, or energy we need to change anything. In the increasing darkness of these “last days,” we require more than reconstruction; we need a revolution! The time we spend in this confessing/admitting phase pays big later!
These are the four realities I shared last week:
1. NOTHING I FEEL I’M CREATED TO DO IS EASY.
2. THERE ARE TRUTHS IN MY HEAD THAT SEEM IMPOSSIBLE TO TURN INTO ACTIONS.
3. I TEND TO OVER-ANALYZE AND IT KEEPS ME FROZEN WITH INDECISION.
4. I CAN GET PARALYZED BY FEAR.
Let’s continue:
5. I REGULARLY COMPARE MYSELF WITH OTHERS.
I see other men who appear far ahead of me in similar life pursuits. I try to understand why they surpass me. It’s rarely is higher-paying careers. After all, I chose to be a pastor. Yet it seems two categories of people draw my attention and comparison.
FIRST, those who appear sharper or more commanding, those who are better at what I think I do well, those who turn small to mega, who draw attention and agreement whenever they open their mouths, and who are the “life” of any gathering.
I can be jealous of these people though I despise myself for it, wanting to say I’ve overcome this problem when I haven’t. I know comparison and jealousy are at work when I stare at someone across a room while trying not to be noticed, or when I make sure not to be part of the crowd around them or initiate a relationship with them.
I believe I can “look the part.” My haircut, clothes, and outward demeanor can be similar, yet inside I am clearly something else. I know it’s the evil one who draws me into jealousy; he’s pleased when he can tempt me to wish I were not what I am. Still, it’s painful, and shameful, to realize I want to be what the world, and even most Christians, call successful.
SECOND, from the opposite spectrum, I’m drawn to compare myself with those who have discernably deep godly character on a much higher plane. These are people who excel in that which produces spiritual legacies and which counts for eternity. They pray a lot. They don’t casually read a short Bible devotion and highlight some verses each day; they feast on the Word of God. They disciple their families and lead them into deep faith conviction. They guard the subjects of their conversations and are salt and light to all with whom they speak. Total unprejudicial love pours out from their motivations and priorities.
I spent years of my life wanting to be like this second group of people. Yet on meeting them, I might still judge them as does the world: too holy, old-fashioned, un-cool, legalistic, even dull. Meanwhile, I should have been sitting at their feet. My current Life Reconstruction has a lot to do with becoming as much like them as it’s not too late for me yet to become.
6. I’VE BELIEVED MORE MONEY COULD REALLY BRING MORE PEACE
When we moved to Haiti in 2014 (Margie…wife, Rebekah…youngest daughter, me), we had three monthly Social Security disbursements: mine, spouse, dependent. We had a stash of cash for startup expenses plus two SUV’s and a motorcycle. Monthly contributions from friends, family, and churches plus a wedding ring business kept us going.
By the end of 2018 I had declared bankruptcy, ended a 46-year marriage, and returned to the U.S. to have surgery and escape a life-threatening situation in Haiti. In 2019 I got a job at Target for minimum wage.
In 2020 I moved here to Baja, Mexico, alone. I had lost most of my monthly contributors due to their disappointment (and judgments) about my divorce. I had no income apart from social security and a few faithful contributors. I took a position as Worship Pastor in an English-speaking church, starting at $200/month. I complained to God because the hours required for that position, which grew into Associate Pastor, were too many for the small amount I was being paid. I did that for 2-1/2 years and then resigned for a number of reasons.
I wanted money to flow into my life to make everything easy, stress-free, and secure. It took so long, too long, to finally be at peace with the lowest income I’ve ever had. Thirty years ago I was pastor of a church in Arlington Heights, IL, and my income was 2.5 times what it is now. But my life, especially my interior life, was 2.5 times more unhinged, unmanageable, and secretly deceptive, than what it is now!
Part of my current Reconstruction is to be at peace with this life I used to call cursed but now call blessed.
7. I’VE ALWAYS SEEN MYSELF AS A FAILURE.
My standards for success were always impossibly high. I never judged myself by what would be normal achievements, but rather what I saw in the most famous, most published, and most celebrated people, pastors, Christians. I could never measure up to that.
Was my pride so big that I actually believed I should be one of the tiny percentage who rise to the very top? Picture this: A mega church with 10,000 people in the congregation and one pastor preaching at the front. A mega company with one CEO and 10,000 employees. It was never OK for me to be like one of the people in the congregation or one of the company workers. In my mind, none of them were successes; only the guy at the top. How could I possibly win when those ungodly, unbiblical thoughts held me in their grasp?
Let me tell a story from long ago. It has a great impact on me now, but I wish it had spoken more deeply to me at the time.
The third of my four-year M.Div. degree was an internship. I was sent to a church in a small Iowa town. I complained to God that I had suburban genes so why was I being sent to farmland? Of course he knew best.
I was 24 years old, and my ideas of success were already warped. I had some memorable ministry in Griswold, Iowa, but felt like a failure. God wanted me to love the people I was serving, but I wanted mostly to impress them and draw people from far and wide to create something big.
That never happened. I did have a Bible Study in our home that made lasting relationships and grew people’s faith. But I saw no reason to waste my time going to the local café every day as so many small town people did, just to jabber with one another. Today, fifty years later, if I could do it again, I would spend hours there each week.
There are people who still remember that Bible Study group and the faith that grew from weak to strong during the year I was in Griswold. But in my mind, I counted the year a failure because my definition of success hadn’t been achieved. I can only pray I’ll discover a different evaluation when I stand before the courts of heaven.
8. I’VE BEEN LAZY AND WANT TO DO WHAT’S EASY.
I had a wife who loved to cook, do laundry, even ironing. I had kids who helped do yardwork and remove snow when we lived in Chicago. I had Micha in Haiti to clean the house, run errands, and chauffeur me around on the back of the motorcycle.
When I moved to Baja, it was the first time I had ever lived alone. I complained to God a lot at the start. There are thousands of California retired expats here, and many of them are extremely wealthy. Even some of the Mexicans here have cleaning ladies, cooks and water bottle delivery. They eat out more and wash dishes less. I work hard in my daily life just to do the essentials –– shop, cook, clean, wash clothes, care for the dog.
I’ve discovered, as in many of the confessions of truth I’m sharing with you, that doing the hard work some others don’t have to do, has turned out to have many good results. The habits and routines I’ve developed serve me well and prove to me how things that appear burdens at first can turn out blessings in the end.
9. I’VE BEEN LONELY BUT NEVER LIKE THIS.
Loneliness can lead to misery, which it occasionally does in my current life. I’ve never been alone in a house before. From parents to college to marriage to children. Never alone, till I moved here to Mexico.
My personality has always cherished time alone, but not fulltime! Yet I have to say it has made me realize some important realities about loneliness, realities I believe would resonate with others.
You can be lonely when surrounded by people, even by those who love you. You can be lonely in the intimacy of a good marriage. You can be lonely at a party, with friends, even in a community of faith.
Alone and lonely are two different experiences. I like alone, but I’m doing some life reconstruction to reject lonely. How that happens and how it positively changes my life and faith is a story yet ahead to tell.
10. IT’S TIME TO FINALLY DEAL WITH THE SECRET PLACES OF MY INNER LIFE.
I’ve preached and taught throughout my life that what’s happening in the secret places of one’s heart has much greter impact on life success than any outward appearance or performance. For most of that time, though, I denied that truth in too many critical areas of my soul and spirit.
I followed the excuses I believe the majority of Christians use when confronted with the reality of their sins, especially the ones hidden within.
“I’m doing as well as anyone I know.”
“Yes, I understand how the Bible measures secret sins. Jesus said hating is equal to murder; lust is equal to adultery. But, really? I mean, no one can simply turn off their mind and think only holy thoughts 24/7, right?”
“By my standards and evaluation I’m doing well enough to teach others how to live while believing I’m a good example to them of a godly man.”
But these reasons were simply excuses that denied the truth, allowing me to hold onto lies.
Let me be clear. Yes, I probably have done as well or better than the majority. Yes, my hidden sins are universal ones with which everyone struggles. But why didn’t I run hard after the big prize long ago as I’m doing now in my old age? Answer: Because I really believed that all I was, all I wasn’t, all that was good and true, all that was fake or deceptive, was the very best I was able to be!
When did the Church of Jesus Christ forget the blood poured out for our filthy, abominable, perverse, demon-inspired sins and start calling them by other names? When did we start thinking God and his angels do not see everything we do in secret? So instead of confessing it as sin, we say, “I have a problem…weakness…issue…occasional lapse…failure…oh no it’s not really sin.” Why can’t we call a spade a spade, at least when it’s about sin?
Two kings in the Bible sinned against God. King David repented and in desperation cried out to the Lord. Although he sinned, he knew without the presence of God, he was nothing. He prioritized confession and worship. King Saul, however, sinned without repentance. His heart was hard, and his life was marked by deception. In a final desperate act, he sought out a medium to raise the prophet Samuel from the dead, and it cost him his life.
Desperation can drive us into the Presence of God. Or we can let the pressure of our sin cause us to take matters into our own hands as we try to make excuses or cover it all up. Which never ends well, and often makes things worse.
I plan to give at least one, perhaps two later posts entirely to the truth, cost, and cleansing of hidden sins. I know it will touch you in a deep, private, and vital place that desperately needs reconstruction in your own life, too.
That’s all for this week. Blessings abound to you, with peace, and honesty, and even joy!