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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

In which I curse at God and call you a hopeless murderer.


Disclaimer:  This post is not for the faint of heart.  Not everyone will agree with me, here, and that's totally okay.  But the post below contains some raw and honest language, so don't say I didn't warn you. 

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Sometimes, my faith confuses me.

God only knows what the people around me think of my beliefs, at least those who know me well enough to know that I sing worship songs to Jesus with my hands lifted and also say 'shit' with some regularity.

And if we're being honest here, it feels a little strange sometimes to call myself that -- a Christian.  I mean, I am one, in the raw and realest way you can be.  My heart is wholely and solely in the arms of Jesus, but the word Christian can be so… icky… sometimes, and it makes me think of Jesus as a slimy Pat Robertson with a southern accent, banging His Holy Gavel on a condemning platform, calling out "sinner!," "sinner!" and glaring down his nose at gays and alcoholics and potty-mouthed soccer moms while he listens to Focus on the Family on K-LOVE and denounces public school children for their wayward education. 

But that really isn't Jesus at all… not even a little bit, and I still haven't figured out how to reconcile my faith with the weirdness of the body of believers and all our little idiosyncrasies and why we can't just get on with it and agree that we're all royally screwed up and in need of heaps and loads of grace and love on each other and cry together and sometimes look at one another and then up to the heavens and say, "Well shit, God, what am I supposed to do now?"  (Because we're all saying it, really, in one way or another, and if you aren't, then you might want to stop reading because I'm probably no one you want sitting at your lunch table, anyway).

It's harder, too, in ministry, because when you wear that badge, that label, you're supposed to be a representative of Jesus all of a sudden, like you weren't already just by acknowledging his deism in the first place.  But when you're in ministry, this weird little game happens in your head where these rules lay down upon you and, if you're me, you suddenly look around and realize that none of this really looks anything like the God you know, and the ministry lifestyle starts to look like a competition for some kind of consecrated brownie points and you wonder what you're really after anyway, and the whole thing starts feeling like a spiritual ride on the carnival ride The Scrambler, only with more prayer and (a little) less vomit.

It may have been why I had to leave Texas… because I couldn't bring myself to get over the layers and layers of extra crap that somehow gets added to faith when it begins to cross into religion, and I couldn't keep my big mouth shut when pointless religious rules overshadowed the ministry we were trying to accomplish (which was supposed to be love, pure and simple, but started to become a war over proper church clothes and acceptable reading material and who got the award for memorizing more Bible verses).

And while we're on the subject, let me just bow right out of that competition now.  I'm not a better Christian than anyone.  I might just be the worst, even -- the most wretched and helpless and confused of us all.  And wrong or right, I can sleep better at night when I'm just keeping it real here.  I connect with the real nitty-gritty of my faith only when I'm honest about that, when I sit in my mess and say I'm a mess, and opt out of the game of having arrived in the faith and think I've got any right to tell anyone else how they're supposed do it.  My feet are dirty, too, and the only way Christ can redeem me is if I haven't already achieved holiness for myself (but I try... ohhhh, do I try like a damn fool). 

I am learning that being a bad Christian is better than being a good one.  Because if you think you're a good Christian… well, that's a problem already.

And I'm not saying we all should throw up our whiskey bottles in the air while we rip up the Ten Commandments and crank up our gangsta rap, but I just wish us, as a church, would get off it already with the big act we're putting on -- the one where we think representing Jesus means pretending we know how to be Him on this fallen earth and we see each other's petty efforts at goodness and give one another a hand, because love might be the only good thing we really can do in this world, but none of us will really ever understand the depth or height or breadth of love as long as we're breathing. 

I'll take a mud-streaked, tear-stained Bible full of parts I don't understand over the leather-bonded edition that says only what I want it to any day of the week.  The real Christian life, the one Christ led, is full of prostitutes and cuss words and dirt and shame and poverty, and the only way I know how to connect to any of it is to see my shiny white Sketchers for the dirt that's on their soles… to wrestle with the disgusting reality  I don't want to believe but I can't make go away -- that I am as wretched and sinful as a murderous pedophile, that he is as good as me, that our feet are equally dirty, and that grace… extravagant grace… covers this whole hot mess, and that until we've really grasped that and let it change everything about us, we don't really understand faith at all, and no amount of holy water can clean our dirty soles and dirty souls.  It's all grace, friends, and the day I get to be a good Christian... the day I'm holy enough to bow down and wash my own feet, is the day I'm really in trouble on this journey of faith.  

So, you wash my feet and I'll wash yours and we'll ruminate on this love thing together while we try and fail and laugh at ourselves and finally admit that we can never save the world... we can't even save ourselves.

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37 comments:

  1. I feel like quoting Clark Griswold from National Lampoon's Christmas, "hallelujah!!...holy shit!"

    Yes, yes, and yes.

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  2. fantastic post. you, me, Pat... we are all slimy together... and all desperate for Him. my best is oh, so ugly. 

    pharisees. and shame. many days, I am one.I am so glad I didn't know any of this garbage when I accepted Christ's love........

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  3. "I am learning that being a bad Christian is better than being a good one.  Because if you think you're a good Christian… well, that's a problem already."  Yep!!! :)  So good.  

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  4. I just love you so much, friend.  Thanks for letting your words bleed out here. I so value your perspective & the courage you have to write it. Write on, Cara.

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  5. Damn, girl. I'm glad you sat down at my table at Relevant!

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  6. Thank you for this. So what i needed today. I feel about as low as ever and needed to know I am not in it alone.

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  7. I feel ya Cara. I'll never forget when Justin and I started going to a young married's Bible Study...it seemed like everyone was so perfect--praying together every night, never swearing, budgeted perfectly, quoting scripture, so stinking LOVING to each other. It was inspiring...but also kind of overwhelming.

    One day, one of the husbands said something to the effect of, "Would it be okay for us to all get together sometime, have a BBQ,  drink beer, let our kids play, and NOT do a Bible Study?" We knew we wanted to be friends with him right away ;)

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  8. I thank God OFTEN that He lets me know you. I can see your face, your eyes, your heart, your passion as you share here. It makes me want to beat my breast and to weep with you. Does that make sense?

    That "Christian" word was something that came up for me as a big question mark. I can remember this man named Keith Wheeler who carries a cross around the world, and when people ask him if he is a Christian, he says, "No." They say, "What are you?" He says, "I am a follower of Jesus, and I want to follow Him wherever He is going."

    I want to be like that more each day...

    Thank you for the challenge here. Thank you for your open heart.

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  9. I've subscribed to your blog for several months, but have never commented.  I couldn't not say a big ole "Hell yes!" here!  Nothing can remind me I'm a bad Christian quite like being around really "good" ones for a while.  On the flip side, I'm sure nothing reminds those "good" Christians they're good quite like being around me : )  All is grace!  That's not an excuse for me to behave badly, but a promise that He loves me.  Praising the Lord today for His grace! 

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  10. When I didn't win the Relevant scholarship for writing, I felt I wasn't a good enough outspoken believer.

     So thankful for your authentic words and even more thankful for His Grace. Blessings to you, dear sister.

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  11. None of us are good enough, Jan, and yet we all are.  Thanks for your kind words here, and your honest heart.  That's the best of what we have to give, isn't it? 

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  12. I love your words above, Jennifer.  No, not an excuse to behave badly, but aren't we all in the same boat?  I love that we can connect over mess and imperfection because it is only then that we can look collectively toward Perfection.   Thanks for un-lurking.  Always nice to know there's people out there reading!

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  13. As always, Lindsey, thanks for your encouragement and the way you see through what I said to what I really meant.  <3

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  14. YES, Meredith -- I totally relate to that.  I don't have a lot of church friends for that reason.  I play this game with myself where it's like, "They're Christian, so put on your A game."  And who needs friends that can't see right through them, anyway?  Hoping you two will join us for a beer and a BBQ up here some day.  :)  

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  15. Oh Amy, it breaks my heart to read that.  We're all in it together, friend.  Praying for your heart to be uplifted today.  <3

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  16. Me too, Nancy!  You are a wise and wonderful lady and I'm glad to have met you.  Thanks for reading!  

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  17. Thanks for your encouragement.  No courage here, just failure and the need to shake off the lie of the Pharisaical life, you know, so that failure can be transformed.  Love you, Annie. 

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  18. Thanks Jennifer.  Putting harsh words out there... don't always know how people will respond.  Glad you connected with something here, dear friend, and congrats on the new Sisters in Bloom community! 

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  19. Me too, Darlene.  And yet, I wonder how many people see "all this garbage" before they ever get a chance to see Christ's heart behind it?  How many people walk away from faith because they don't want to play the game of false perfection?  It's too bad it's not easier for us to shed our skin, sometimes.  Thanks for reading, friend. 

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  20. Hahahaha.  Thanks for the laugh, Jennifer.  Hallelujah and holy shit, indeed.  That sorta sums up my life, I think.  ;)  Thanks for reading!

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  21. Excellent post - you sure echo my sentiments on faith.

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  22. raw and real and true!

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  23. i feel you here...the picture i was painted of a christian growing up...i never could live up to it...so i left it...and you know only the most radical would want it...it had little to do with love...which will put you in some pretty messy places...smiles

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  24. we're
    all royally screwed up and in need of heaps and loads of grace

    WOW! i am so in love with this post i can't even begin to explain... i want to copy it as my mantra and let the world know it, loud. beautiful cara.

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  25. oh Cara, can i just say that i love you for this post! not everyone writes the same--we all have different personalities--but i will take honest over stuffy and religious any day! thanks for saying what few of us have the guts to say! ha ha! you are a treasure and your writing is really a chest of gems i have found.  i want to come back more often.  i wish the world could get the perspective that you have here--it is beautiful! you inspire.  i talk about my messy-ness all the time on my blog--not quite the way you do here *chuckle* but i talk about it. i am as much in need of his help as any person in jail or on the street.

    i also love the Clark Griswold quote too!

    blessings in His grace, friend,

    Nacole

    http://sixinthehickorysticks.blogspot.com/2012/01/cultivating-time-with-father-31-days-to.html

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  26. AMEN, sister! Right there with you. In every way. Would love to spend time with you. Truly. 

    Hugs.

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  27. Amy, I would love that.  I enjoy reading your words, too, girl.  Thanks for the encouragement. 

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  28. Thanks, Nacole.  Your sweet words uplifted me today, for real.  Thanks for your transparency, friend. 

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  29. Emily, you inspire and encourage me more than you will ever know, in so many different ways.  Thanks for reading. 

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  30. Thanks for reading, Brian.  Yes, I had the opposite experience -- I wasn't raised in church and found that it had something I knew I needed, but finding my niche among the good Christian girls was so hard and I kept wondering why I struggled so much with my faith.  Somewhere along the line I realized that I wasn't the only one struggling, I was just more willing to tell the truth about it than most people.  It might make me irreverant... hell, it probably does... but I guess I feel like irreverant honesty is as holy (???) as reverant falsity, so that's where I landed, for now.  

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  31. Thank you Elizabeth.  Good to have you here!

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  32. Oh Cathy, not brave... sometimes I just don't know when to close my mouth and when to open it.  But I see us all in it together, all struggling to connect the dots sometimes, and my heart stirs to tell the truth in all its ugly beauty. 

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  33. "Well shit, God.  What am I supposed to do now?!"  I'm not the one who says that?!  Oh girl.  LETS go get COFFEE!  Sometimes I find the performance of 'Christian mothering' to be almost as nasty of a gauntlet of perfectionistic performing as Christian living or ministry (though I've never done full-time ministry as a profession).  I am right with you in the mess and the bewilderment over this title that we wear and the love I feel for those of us who wear it even in the midst of my bewilderment and in the messy circles that I get wrapped up in trying to follow it all.

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