Friday, August 24, 2012

Lessons: 'The Old in the New' Pt. 2


Of late, I have been keenly looking into the lives of Kings in the Bible and making a few observations. In this second part of I don’t know how many parts series, I’ll compare, or rather closely look into the lives of two kings; Solomon and Xerxes (also known as Ahasuerus).
It may mainly be because I somehow want to decipher myself into the minds of ladies who may be thinking that I am a conniving sexist hiding in the overt realities and teachings of Christendom – one who vivaciously attacks them in order to satisfy his unpopular and chauvinistic ways. I am not. I may be a guy who so much talks about issues affecting women, but that does not mean that I think men are perfect and therefore are not subject to mortification. I don’t think so. Everyone is a sexist at some point in their life. It s true. There are times when you think “men are weird” or that “women are prudes”; and to some extend – either consciously or unconsciously. Everyone is a sexist except God. And that is why ladies and gentlemen, dudes and dudettes *while tapping microphone* I allow myself to howl at my loudest voice some basic lessons from these two kings that may just help us guys (and ladies too…). But mainly for the guys.
But before I move to such, I have to make myself clear to you - I am not a teacher. I’m not anybody’s teacher. Not even yours. I’m neither a teacher nor a ticha. I am just a common boy who loves talking about things he observes. I’m just a boy who intrudes people’s privacy without asking for their permission. One who talks too much on social media, and then here. I guess you also do. But the difference between the two of us is that I write a lot about what I see and feel, while you may be doing the same or you just lull them off somehow…
So back to the point… To begin with, let’s understand why the Bible so much talks about kings and once in a while, their queens;
When you look at God, (that is if you mind doing so), you will find out that He has a way that He has been using to convey His message(s) right from the time of creation. Even looking at the first words He spoke to the first man and woman after displaying them as a couple, you realize that this is the first mission He had for them - one which according to what He said, was to be their eternal mission - to have ruling authority over all that He had created... kings over all the earth… Not only man, but also woman, because these words were said to both; (Genesis 1:27-28So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created THEM. God blessed THEM and said to THEM, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground.”) The “THEM” put in caps is just to bring out my point that leadership authority was given to both man and woman – at creation.
The words above simplify our understanding of God and are foundational in wanting to use Scripture as a means of knowing His Ways. It also leaves us wondering why we sometimes don’t get what He has been saying to us all along while it has openly been revealed to us. He shows that He really had man in mind as the one to take over the work He had begun in creation. He had a Kingdom in mind. He also had ruling and regimes in mind. It shows us that God had subjectivity in mind and man’s adherence to some rules – because kings don’t rule unless there are laws and terms to be followed by his (or their) subjects; which means, man was to formulate some laws in order to get things moving. And if at all man had to ‘multiply and fill the earth’, that man had to be having HIMSELF rule over himself and the rest of creation…
To God, kingdoms exist as regimes of power and stamps of authority. To Him, only kings exist as objects of power and as leaders who should take charge in every situation that may arise. To Him, presidents and whoever is in authority, right from the family unit to the place where someone is in charge, kingship rings itself out so loud. Anyone in authority is a king (God et al). And that, from the beginning is what Adam never understood, and maybe what some of us never understand – that we are supposed to be in charge and to get things moving God’s Way… That is our duty…   
I won’t introduce King Solomon. You know him. I won’t start elaborating the basics on king Xerxes – you already know that he ruled over Persia and that he was Queen Esther’s husband. Most of us learnt that in kindergarten (OK, there was no kindergarten in the days nilisoma) and in “Sunday School”, so why repeat and go through things you already know, huh? Let’s get to business. Come on let’s just do this…;

Lessons from Solomon as King
  1. Don’t be too wise until you don’t do what you say. That makes you a wise fool. A desperate wise fool that we all will laugh at. This dude’s behaviour of favouring variety (when dealing with women) over specificity was and is a big problem. He should have learnt from what King Lemuel’s mom (who was Lemuel anyway?) used to tell him (Proverbs 31:2-3: “O my son, O son of my womb, O son of my vows, do not spend your strength on women, your vigor on those who ruin kings…”). Does that really need explanation guys? Concentrating on women (and I am saying, women) ruins your life. Period.
  2. Riches are life’s best fouler so far. Riches fool wise men. Riches make a king (you and I) think that we own the whole world, and that we can buy everyone – even wisdom. If we allow riches to foul our Wisdom, nothing can really save us. We will end up thinking that wealth brought us where we are and that only it can take us where we should be – then we will be wrong! Really wrong.
  3. Wisdom is cool. Wisdom is protection. Wisdom is life. Wisdom is a shelter; but Wisdom less application is never dope. So don’t take God for granted. Just don’t take God for granted. As Solomon had earlier taught, it is true that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of Wisdom, but the continued fear of the Lord is what ensures that our Wisdom is not stolen away by foolish mistakes and that our prosperity becomes the real prosperity… (He should have learnt from his father David who had a broken Spirit in the presence of sin or compromise).

Lessons from Xerxes as King
  1. If you are a man (or a woman in leadership), take charge. Don’t wait for your subjects or those you lead to lead you so that you may come out to lead them
  2. Make decisions based on Wisdom, not impulse. Ephesians 5:18: Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit… Wine reduced king Xerxes to a wimp, and caused him to chase away his rightfully wedded wife, a queen (Vashti), all in the name of disrespect – divorce on empty terms!
  3. Wine is dangerous.   I think this guy should have learnt something very important from Solomon’s proverbs: Proverbs 31:4-5: “It is not for kings, O Lemuel - not for kings to drink wine, not for rulers to crave beer, lest they drink and forget what the law decrees, and deprive all the oppressed of their rights…” A king is expected to give legitimate judgment and sound advice at all times – wine makes him loose both the sense of good reasoning and that of good discernment.
  4. We have authority, yeah. That is fine. We also have power in that mix. Good. And we probably have influence too. Wow, that is even better! We may be privileged to be in positions of power (say at home, at work, at school or just somewhere), but we must inclusively remember that power without sound judgement is as dangerous as fire without control – the outcome is always bad enough to be visible to all – and always with bad results (as in the case of Haman being given authority to destroy the Jews without the consent of most of his kingdom’s top leaders).  
Take the advice. Apply it. I am trying to.

Morris.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Personal Growth & Christian Living: It Is Just Me

Please allow me to explain myself on this one. I write it with a flawless pen.
It is neither poetry no prose. It is just Morris writing his heart out.
It is me speaking out what I feel today. The pourings of my heart.
They are the utterings of my soul. The clinch-fists of my mind.

Many people think that I am so good. Many think that I am an epitome of perfection.
Some mistake me for a flawless person. Maybe because of all they see me do, or achieve.
But there are so many times that I am ashamed of myself. Like right now.
Like right now because you have no idea of what I have done and how I feel.

These are moments when I start searching out myself only to find out that I have been here all the time; the only problem being I have not been so keen to know…
There are numerous times I don’t even understand myself. Unless I sit down like I am doing right now. And try to think through things. The uselessness and usefulness of things.

I guess God should be ashamed of me also. He should be. He should be so ashamed of me. He should be because He has the right to. He has the right to judge me. God my Father has all the right to put all my actions to question. He also has the right to send me to prison (if there is any). He has the right to judge me in the presence of His Word and throw me into a den of lions. It is not a “maybe” kind-of a thing. It is a “sure” kind-of…

Because I have let Him down so many times. I can’t even count them. I cannot count the number of times I have stepped over the boundaries set for me and run into prohibited lands. Just like today. I can never get the sum total of my flaws. They are so many. And they always go before me – unless I deal with them like I am doing now. And it is only today that I choose to write it out for you to read it. How I feel. How I really feel.

There is no doubt to God‘s Justice. In fact, there should not be. Who can judge God anyway? Who wants to? Who wants to try? Who will begin it? Who then will be the prosecutor and who the judge? And which court will that be? Who will be the audience? Where will that be? Ridiculous. You can’t take God to court. And He won’t take you to any court either. He will only show you your flaws – like He is showing me right now – in His own court, where He is His own Judge and prosecutor… He is God. God is God. You can’t take God anywhere. He is everywhere. The ‘anywhere’ you know is the ‘everywhere’ He commands… He is God.

So I am reminded tonight to just confess my wrongs and sins; my weaknesses and so-called punditries; my wraths and darks; my slings of contempt. My filthiness smells really bad. I am some paradoxical metaphor in real existence. On the outside I really look good, but on the inside, I am a mess. God in His court knows that Morris is strictly a bad mess on the inside, so I don’t try to hide away from realities engulfing my ego and the bad smell of my actions. I don’t hide and I won’t hide. I won’t even try to. Why should I? Who can hide from reality anyway? Reality is such a common-place thing that you can’t just miss it. The only thing that wins against it is Faith. Only Faith puts reality down on its knees. Confessions don’t battle reality to win. Nope. They only fight against it to hide it. Confessions hide reality. An example is if after sinning I say, “There is now no condemnation to those in Christ Jesus…” (Romans 8:1), but I still don’t believe in what I am saying nor have repented of my many many sins, this is what will happen: I will remain to be the same person I was but with a hidden guilt. My conscience will try to fool me that I am OK, that Jesus washed me somehow, but deep down I’ll realize that I am a slave to the conflicts that my heart and mind have with (or against) the Spirit of God…

So I will confess my sins. Not to you, but to God. But I will also confess them to the person I have wronged. I don’t have to confess them to the whole world. That may sound a lil’ bit brag-gish. That sounds like gibberish. So I will confess them to a small world. Such a world includes me, God and the person I have wronged (if they do exist). I will tell them to me first. Then to the person I have wronged. Then to the Lord. But first, I will tell you why I am doing it, and why you too should do it often;
  1. I don’t have to keep feeling bad. And guilty and out-of-place. I have to sort it out. Not by hiding away from the point of conflict, but by facing it. I will solve this by facing the problem. That’s why I am confessing my wrongs to God and to the person I have wronged. That makes me more like Jesus and less like Adam…
  2. I have to be accountable to God because I am His. This body, this mind, this heart, this life belongs to Him. So, if I have let Him down in any of these things, I should go back to Him and inform Him (although He already knows) that I have misbehaved or misused or mis-woreva somewhere. Accountability means I still desire to belong to His house – unless I wanna join the other house where nobody is accountable to nobody for anything…
  3. It is good enough. Yeah, it is good enough. It is good and healthy. Period!
There we are. It takes a lot of guts to do some things. And it also takes a very strong will to say that you are weak sometimes. I know I am not always strong or good or righteous… name them… but there is one thing I know: if I sin and confess my sin(s), He is faithful to forgive(1 John1:8-10). So dude (or whoever you are) stop and come around – do what you gotta do to be right with your neighbor and with God… It always counts. Just like it is doing for me right now…

Morris.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

What Happened?


What happened to you?
What happened to your countenance?
What happened to your profile of courage and boldness?
What happened to your lilies in the garden and to the fire in your parlour?
Huh? What happened?

What happened to you?
What happened to your cracks of laughter?
What happened to your life of hope and enthusiasm?
What happened to your loving gestures of care and tenderness?
What happened to your arms of love and to your head held up high?
Huh? What happened?

What happened to you?
What happened to your life?
What happened to your walk of style?
What happened to your self-drive and self-assurance?
What happened to your peaceable mode and humble conduct?
What happened to the flags of white with stripes of green?
Huh? What happened?

I know the world has not time to garden flowers
And I know that it has no understanding of beauty and flowers
I know that the world is a monster of a kind
And that it knows no mercy or mankind
But you should not become a shadow of yourself
That is not you my friend
You should not become an example of yourself
That is not what you are my friend
Your wings can still fly even though they’ve grown weak
You can still jump even if your limbs feel like a flick
You still can become you
I used to admire you my friend
Please don’t give up on you
I’ll be waiting for you...

Sincerely,
Your friend Morris.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Hunting for Shadows of Freedom


Essentials in life are tantalizing if they are obtained freely. Nothing impresses the mind more than freedom. Nothing hallows desire more than freedom. And yet still, nothing steals the body more than freedom. There is even a saying that goes that, “Freedom is a cheap thing, but it is the hardest thing to obtain.” Freedom is reality in a shadow.
In the common place that is the heart and the mind, one always wants a loop hole of escape – maybe always into a world of impracticalness. Into a world of tidy impracticalness perhaps because he/she seeks to run away, away from things that are haunting the heart and/or the mind. I have realized that mankind has perfected the art of running away from things. We have become too good at having our own freedom. Freedom from things that we love and things that we don’t. We all love running away from nothing, from exiting snares and from invincible adversities. We all run because we choose to – which also means that we may choose not to. We run because walking is clumsy when such situations occur. We run to ease the urge brought about when the drums of fear keep beating for too long. We run. We just run. We all run somehow… We run into our own freedom. Into a world we know.
The choice to run or not to run towards (or away from) things is ours; but at some point in our lives, the choice of what we will always be running away from (or what we run away from) is not. Do you get it? I may not fully dissolve this into your mind, but there is one truth that I need to be well defined in our minds: you can’t understand freedom and a little more about freebies unless you understand that we can’t get anywhere near freedom until we acknowledge that the search for it is a struggle – even a chase after, a run to (or away from)… That is what there is about freedom. Yeah, freedom is cheap and easily found, but it is not easily gotten.
C. S. Lewis defines his redemption as a matter of a struggle. This is what he says in Surprised by Joy - "You must picture me alone in that room in Magdalen, night after night, feeling, whenever my mind lifted even for a second from my work, the steady, unrelenting approach of Him whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared had at last come upon me. In the Trinity Term of 1929 I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. I did not then see what is now the most shining and obvious thing; the Divine humility which will accept a convert even on such terms. The Prodigal Son at least walked home on his own feet. But who can duly adore that Love which will open the high gates to a prodigal who is brought in kicking, struggling, resentful, and darting his eyes in every direction for a chance of escape?"  
The talk about freedom, deliverance, salvation and redemption applies to every creature on this planet. Those terms are so closely linked with Christianity that we all think their T & C only apply to such spheres. It doesn’t matter (and to me it never matters) what we are or where we are, what we believe in or don’t, what we spend our time thinking about or not – all men need freedom from one thing or another. Freedom is a universal thing.
While talking to another freethinker friend of mine, she had an assertion that there is nothing that mankind really needs to be saved from, maybe only himself; and that there is no such savior who can wholly save men from nothing… That is debatable, but let me not go into that…
Up there, we see C. S Lewis struggling to meet with God. He didn’t want to, but he knew he needed to. The power of choice was on his side –to deny that he needed freedom or to accept that he needed it. He knew he needed something he had never found in his atheistic ways, something that was a shadow he always walked with but was not part of, something that laid him desperate yet could not easily reach it until he accepted some help from that shadowy guest of his… He knew that he so desperately desired to overcome this fear, and yet he was afraid of what it will make of him. So day after day when the shadow of desperation fell on him, he tried to sneak away, until that night that he had to admit he needed freedom and he came towards it screaming (read, he ran to it not wanting to…)
Lewis’ story is just a picture of what most of us face from day to day -  an inner struggle with self in trying to convince ourselves that we are too expensive for freebies or that our relationships, marriages, spiritual lives, children, parents, families, jobs, education (name them…) can do without a bit of pampering from the Master above. We pretend that God is not there or that He doesn’t exist: all in the name of not wanting to do that which we so definitely know He wants us to do. We want to stretch our lives to the limit of ourselves, but when it comes to stretching further, we pretend that all is well and continue living with the agony and pain of self denial. And the series goes on and on, and on, until life becomes faded and tasteless. But most of us even after reaching this point rarely come back to our sense to say, “I need to take care of this shadow and emptiness…”  So we keep on losing and therefore making excuses about why things are so tough within us, why we can’t breathe that much and feel free, why life is suffocating, why our relationships are not working, why our lives are not getting better, why our friends treat us like they treat us, why we feel abandoned, why we are poor and feel cursed, why our families are a den of liars and psychopaths, why we can’t get jobs or marriages, why we need to visit psychiatrists and psychologists and not God, why our spiritual lives and retarded, why we keep losing and never win, why we need to start yoga lessons, why we can’t find peace at all, why we feel as miserable as starving pigs, why my sickness is not getting away or why his/herr sickness is not diminishing, why, bla bla bla…
But the solution to this endless chase is always simple: we need to take time and allow ourselves to be hauled into the world of the unknown. To allow God to transpose us into the beauty of His unknowns, because only the unknown that is good is effective enough to set us free. The angst and anxiety in our search for freedom will end when we stop denying that we need help and yell out to God for help. Psychologists may help, but only for a while – they only offer human solutions to human problems. God offers eternal freedom in all ways of life: right from sin to that petty thing that is pestering you. Why should they use on you the same comments that Jeremiah used on the Israelites in Jeremiah 2:13-14?: “My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water…
Run to your freedom today. Run to God. Stop chasing for freedom in life’s shadows, because it is never found there…

Morris.