Friday, April 04, 2008

  • "mix a gin and sink into oblivion": thoughts on being an addict

    4.3.08

    State Street Café doesn’t offer free coffee refills, so in addition to my medium coffee I only bought one pastry out of spite, even though I was starving and my train didn’t arrive for another two hours. I thought about protesting and even quietly offering 50 cents to the guy at the register, but he didn’t seem like the kind to stray too far from store policy. Whatever dude, whatever.

    In reflection of my 2.5 day retreat at the monastery I have been contemplating a rather serious question: what makes me as a Christian man any different than any other person?

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    This post is half my thoughts and elaborations on this question, and half my actual learnings from my time communing with the monks, thus, if you are feeling led to actually read my incoherent jibber-jabber, then please bear these things in mind! Thanks!

    What distinguishes me as a Christian? My ability to follow moral laws, like not smoking, swearing, or drinking are not only subjectively “grey areas,” but they are also ways in which non-Christian people determine how “good” they are. So anything I do probably shouldn’t be considered any kind of a standard or rule by which to differentiate myself.

    It is worthy of note, however, that the things I choose to or not to do are between me and God and ought to be treated, at best, as things that open up the air-way for Him to speak to me.  But back to the original question: what makes me any different than any other person? If my ability to adhere to rules, laws, boundaries, etc., are not what determines my righteousness, then what does?

    Before an action usually comes a decision made within the mind. Sometimes that mindful decision is a split second action, but whatever the effect after the decision (the action), there is always something that causes it. Perhaps this can be called the intent of oneself. For example, my action (or my “effect”) of buying a package of cigarettes inevitably comes from a particular decision made (namely, whether to buy the smokes or not), and this comes from an impulse or desire within me, and these impulses or desires are only present because of my beliefs as to whether or not smoking is allowable and disallowable.  In reverse sequence! A) I believe smoking is allowable; B) I have an impulse to smoke; C) I can buy a pack or not buy a pack; D) I act in smoking.

    Now, to throw in yet another wrench in the process: I have to explore where A) (The belief) comes from. This might just lead me to an understanding of what makes me, the Christian, different than anybody non-Christian.  A non-Christian’s A) (beliefs) can come from a variety of sources. Sometimes it is from a nurturing parent who brings up a child to believe certain things about life. Sometimes it can be through friends, or it can be through the media—i.e. we learn to embrace what they tell us is “worth embracing.” Or, it can come through educational study when one chooses to reflect on and embrace the ways, traditions, values, etc., of someone, or some persons they learn about. Thus, beliefs clearly come from somewhere.

    Now, the Christian gathers his A) from a variety of places too, but primarily, at least to be called a “Christian,” their A) should come from Christ. All things elsewhere come second to the establishing markers of Christ. Jesus said to seek first his kingdom and that all worries and burdens are answered or dealt with thereafter. Therefore, the kingdom of God is the primary establishing marker of a Christian in comparison to a non-Christian. The New Testament is very clear that the kingdom of God is Jesus’ ruling in our lives today. And how doe we allow Jesus to rule in our lives today? Such is a very vague question that begs explanation, especially to the young in the faith such as myself. Consider the following argument as an explanation for what Jesus’ ruling in our lives//as the kingdom of God//as the great distinguisher of the Christian form the non-Christian:
    Jesus says in Matthew 10.38-39,

    “…anyone who does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”

    The gospel of Luke says, “whoever would come after me must deny himself…” To follow Jesus requires self-denial, complete dedication, and willing obedience. But what do these concepts mean!?

    Self-denial means in the face of a choice, denying what comes so naturally to the self (i.e. your consumeristic impulses, Aaron!). Fasting is a valuable spiritual practice that can teach one immensely about their need for God over the typical things that drive us in this world.

    Complete dedication means being dedicated to the work of the kingdom even when you don’t really want to.

    Willing obedience is like the aforementioned two in that it has to do with putting off what your addictions so naturally call for, and the things that drive your desires (effects).

    “Whoever loses his live for my sake will find it.” This has so much to do with prioritizing than anything else. Putting first the work of the kingdom, which is learning to love God with all of one’s being—heart, soul, mind, strength—and loving one’s neighbor (Mark 12.30-31), is the great distinguisher between the Christian and the non-Christian. But let us remember, these are so much more than the effects of what is outwardly seen. As has been shown, first is one’s realigning with God, which the formulates beliefs for certain issues, which then explains the impulses/desires we have, which then show what our decisions to make will be, which then determine exactly what and why we make the decisions that we do.

    What does “realigning with God” mean? Henri Nouwen suggests that God’s presence is often a hidden place, and I know from experience that finding God certainly does not come easily. In fact for me, the mere task of putting off myself and my impulses and desires for the desires of Jesus is not only extremely difficult, but in a loud, fast, consummeristic culture it is nearly impossible.

    This trip for me was a hard one mainly because I expected to have some kind of encounter with God, and in so doing I left my “life” behind. When I was not having that graceful experience I immediately became extremely insecure, lonely, depressed, and sick of being at the retreat altogether. Quite honestly, I knew I could rest in God’s truths and my understanding that he was there never left me, but I could not wait to leave. Lately I have been really desiring to feel God, and hey, what better place for me to schedule in, map out, and plan to meet God than in the confines of a beautiful building with the company of 5 or 6 holy men?

    Here’s another thought worthy of consideration: I cannot plan on meeting God. By that I mean, I cannot just tell myself that God and I are going to meet up for some coffee and Benedictine-style prayer just because it is most convenient for me.

    God bless the men and women over time who have chosen to give up the busy, noisy, complicated life for the quiet and simple life. But something tells me that these men and women do not become monks or nuns just to “feel” God more closely. Vocations are different for all people, therefore we cannot judge one another for the direction we are going, so long as it is not something done in sin. But far be it from us to do the sort of thing that I did while preparing for and being at the monastery, which was, namely, using God like an alcoholic uses a case of beer, or like a smoker uses a pack of smokes everyday. God is not an ecstatic pain reliever used to fill my holes.
    I learned on this trip that I have many holes, and that everytime I tied to fill them with a hocus-pocus God-saying (scripture recitation/truth about God), I only drifted further from what time with God actually ought to be about: learning to better understand him. I am, after all, in a relationship with him, right?

    As I sat alone quietly chewing my croissant at the stingy café, I could not help but be discouraged about my trip. I felt as though it was a waste of time, mostly because I was probably too young in age and faith. It was at that thought, however, that I remembered Nouwen’s words on Christian maturity: “the ability and willingness to be led where you would rather not go.”  It was then that I came to my original question of examination, and admittedly with the help of reading Matthew 10, of what distinguishes Aaron Green, the 23 year-old Christian, from anyone who calls himself anything but a Christian.

    I knew God would teach me a very valuable lesson while at or over the extent of the retreat. But without the near miserable experience of not hearing God speak, or feeling his presence when I wanted it (my agenda of expecting God to speak because that was what I wanted), I would have never come to the realization I did while putting along on my train-ride home:

    God will not be bound by my plan. God will teach in ways I don’t understand. God must be found, and usually in the hidden places of life. God will not be used to fill consumeristic holes as a cigarette would for the smoker, or a beer would for the alcoholic. He is what he is, and he is in fact a being to be related with, and a truth to point one’s life after.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

  • incoherently lucid

    quietly watching. in the night; blindfolded.
    softly hearing. a roaring ocean; crowds yelling.
    empty feeling. ice buried hand, for days.

    certainty is like the sun.
        with assurance--always showing.
    reality is like water.
        forbiddingly matter-of-fact,
        and never quite as warm as you'd prefer.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

  • resolute!

    "be good news.
    fear the almighty.
    be willing to follow Jesus."

    ive never made a new years resolution, ever. why? im not sure. laziness? mediocrity? security in where i was/what i had? probably all of the above.

    this is a new year for me in many ways. im not ashamed to share that i don't take very many risks in my life, because i don't. i have been what one of my professors half-jokingly calls a "fat dumb and happy christian."

    translation:
    --I live comfortably and without question.

    i want to rid myself of the habit of just sitting around and waiting for "good" to arrive with bells and joy and magical happy-funness.  im not being cynical--i am learning about myself:

    if i am ever going to lead i need to learn how to be assertive.

    so here i go.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

  • If you've got it, flaunt it! (read on)

    2:51--final draft for class is finished, but needs spell-check, page numbers, etc...

    2:58--"Finally," I mutter under my breath, "I am done."
    (3:00--class begins/final paper is due)

    I emailed my final paper to myself and then sat down at one of the school's computers in order to print.  So far so good.  *Attachment Downloaded*  I open it to make sure it was still all together.  It was.

    *File*
    *Print*

    I click *ok* when I see the correct printer come up.  There it was--all my pride and joy; a semester's worth of draining, tiresome, reading; all my thoughts: Final Process Paper for Apostolic Hermeneutics.

    I reached into my pockets for some change. (5 cents per page//not too shabby).
    Just as soon as my eyes met my fist full of coins I noticed a line formed in front of the printer.  (we only have one printer here at tiny 'ol Hope International).  From what I could see there was a tall girl, a heavy guy, a tall guy, and then me. 

    "Eh, that's not so bad" I thought to myself.  "I'll only be a few minutes late."

    Two of the three people got through gathering their 20+ page assignments and paying for them.  One more.  Then me.

    "How many pages is yours?"  The boy at the main computer inquired so as to know how much he should charge.  You could say anything here at hope--it's all about integrity.  We are a Christian University, so there are a few things here that are on the "honor's system."  One of them is *not chapel, though.

    "Thirty-five."

    I nearly died.  By now it was 3:05 and I was already feeling the ants-in-my-pants feeling you get when you know you are going to get all *looked-at* funny when you walk into class late. 

    "Whoa," the brown-haired, funny nosed boy at the computer remarked.  "You certainly take the cake this time!"

    I wanted some cake.  I waited patiently, again.

    Just before the thirty-five thousandth page printed, tiny Tim with his gimpy leg hobbled and wobbled in front of me and around the other side of the computer.

    "Hey man, do ya think you can print mine real quick?  Im supposed to be in class right now."

    I thought some funny thoughts, accompanied by some rather mean ones.  But it's the Christmas season, right?  I'll be late too, but by the time I get to my class, Tiny Tim and his gimpy leg won't have even made it out of the elevator.

    Computer-whiz-printer-boy consented and definitely didn't make eye contact with me--the guy that "'ol leg-break" cut in front of.

    Again I waited. 

    "Hey, do you know how many pages yours is going to be?"
    "Umm, no, I can go back to my computer and count though."  (Yeeeaahh riiiight, tiny.  As if anybody is going to want to wait for that!  *I chuckle to myself but then feel bad for thinking such a thing).
    "No, it's ok, we'll just add it up when you're done printing." Computer-boy knows the ropes.  Maybe he was thinking what I was thinking.

    I waited.

    When it was 3:10 I sent a message to someone in class telling them to tell the teacher I am waiting to print my paper.

    3:16
    3:17
    3:19

    *Ok, what the heck!

    Innocent little tim literally printed 51 pages!  If his birthday was coming up I would steal his cake.

    He gave me this look too, oooooh.  He knew what he had done!  That sly, wounded, soccer player (probably).  I should have gone over and kicked him in the leg to see if he was really hurt.  I bet he wouldn't have noticed, cuz I bet his cast was fake!

    *bad thoughts.

    The moral of the story is:
    Giving people the benefit of the doubt really does take sacrifice, and it is ok to be annoyed when people cheat the system and use their handicaps to their advantage.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

  • the power of Story

    It is a tradition for Hope's "Intro to Drama" course to lead one of the chapel services every semester. One thing the instructor always emphasizes is the power of "story."

    The Drama service today was pretty decent, and most plays were pretty fun and entertaining. But just as I had almost given up on the whole thing, attributing to it a "pretty average" grade, the last skit happened.

    Life House sings a song called "Everything" (At least I think that's the name of the song). The song cued and a young, pretty girl started dancing with a guy dressed in white. To the side were 5 other people: one dressed in red who could dance really well and had a rose in his mouth, symbolizing her first temptation to leave the man in white; one dressed in green, symbolizing money, which the actor flaunted; one had a beer bottle, symbolizing a life of numbing essence; one was really skinny and paraded around the stage like a model, symbolizing vanity and this culture's emphasis on being thin; and the last was dressed as the grim reaper who had with him a knife and a gun. He motioned for the girl to cut herself and then end it all with the gun.

    After nearly doing it, she stopped. She looked up and all of the previous characters were standing in front of the man in white--the man she danced with in the beginning. She caught a glimpse of him and ran to him! But as she did all of the latter characters pushed her and held her back from getting to him. It was a fantistic fight to the man in white. After trying and trying, she never, on her own strength, was able to defeat the pressures she had once been so susceptible to. So she knelt, with tears in her eyes and humility written across her manner.

    The pressures moved in for the kill, but right before they were able to overcome her, the man in white rushed in front of them and held them back with his powerful arms. With his back turned to them, and his mighty arms outstretched in protection, the pressures were unable to succeed. With one muscular push he shoved them back and they all fell to the floor.

    Gently, and softly, he took her hand. She rose with his delicate lead. He embraced and hugged her, like the patriarch to the prodigal. He spun her in dance-like fashion, just as before. The play ended in exquisite beauty--a quiet and benevolent dance between a father and his daughter.

    <<<<>>>>

    I am not very outwardly emotional, which is not by my choosing, its just that I really don't cry very often. But I was nearly moved to tears by the power of the Story displayed.

    It is easy to have doubts. It is my opinion that everybody has them, at least sometime in their life. It could be doubts about facts, people, faith, etc. In my own life I have noted that it is far easier to meander in the road of skepticism, than it is to have faith.

    Faith can be hard.

    But whoever said it was going to be easy? Jesus even said that it was going to be tough. It is far easier to rely simply on what you can tangibly interact with, than with that which you cannot always see or feel.

    But, in so far as one is driven by the scriptures, I think it is easier to see or feel God than we think. God can move through the power of Story.

    I have no idea if anybody else thought the final play of today's drama service was as moving as I thought it to be. But to me, I cannot deny how emotionally reminded I was of God's dire love for his children.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

  • ha ha ha ha!

    Aaron, what were you thinking? Why would you ever believe you'd be able to ride your bike again?  Ha ha ha ha!

    So, in three days I have gotten 2 flats and one exploded tire.  It is pretty annoying when you have the time, you have the motivation, and you have the energy to get out and exercise but can't. 

    I'm not superstitious but it's almost like something is keeping me from riding.

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    In other neuwz, it is thanksgiving day.  Count your blessings.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

  • You know the holidays are near at the Green home when, to your unsuspecting brown eyes (except if you are Danny or dad (blue)), you stumble upon a quart of Egg Nog tucked neatly away on the inside of the refrigerator door.

    You see, it's a tradition.

    This year (today, namely) I got to break open the first of many (hopefully) quarts, and needless to say I poured myself the first ridiculously rich, overly thick, and incredibly sweet glass of Nog (as Chuck (Carl) and I have taken to calling it).

    As you sip or gulp (its a free country), you know that in a matter of minutes the almost-chewable holiday delicacy will be taking your arteries hostage like bank robbers.  It's like eating 5 deep-fried meals, all packed into one glass: YUM!  The feeling of slowed blood-flow and overall heart-productivity are a given; you've got to be expecting death...probably.

    Here's the breakdown:

    Serving size--1/2 cup
    Saturated Fat %--30
    Cholesterol  %--20

    And we all know that NOBODY drinks half a cup's worth!  Spread the Holiday Cheer!

  • Currently Listening
    Illinois
    By Sufjan Stevens
    The Predatory Wasp of The Palisades is out to Get Us!
    see related
    sometimes I think about this song.  sometimes I think with this song.  sometimes this song makes me think...

    "i can't explain the state that i'm in
    the state of my heart, he was my best friend
    into the car, from the backseat
    oh admiration in falling asleep
    all of my powers, day after day
    i can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
    deep in the tower, the prairies below
    i can tell you, the telling gets old
    terrible sting and terrible storm
    i can tell you the day we were born
    my friend is gone, he ran away
    i can tell you, i love him each day
    though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
    i can tell you i love him each day
    terrible sting and terrible storm
    i can tell you.."

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

  • Currently Listening
    Antics
    By Interpol
    see related

    it's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves...

    I bunjy cabled my backpack to the back of my bike today because I hate showing up to school with intense sweat lines from my backpack. It was working out ok until I went over a bump. My 30 year-old rack slipped down and put pressure on my back brake ring and cables. This caused one side of the ring to lean too far, which caused one brake pad to incessantly rub, which caused my bike to not ride fast enough.

    All that to say as I was fixing it a cyclist rode by--and really fast! I didn't expect him to stop because most don't, i've noticed, in Orange County. After a minute of fiddling a figure to my right came up.

    "You need some help?" I looked up and noticed the familiar cyclist. I explained my situation, he fiddled a bit, we both looked at each other and understood that his bike was about $2000 more than mine was, and I told him, "nah, it's just old, i'll figure it out."

    "Alright man," he said.
    "Thanks though!" said I.
    "No problem." And he rode off.

    Just the fact that he would stop and see if I needed help, you know, from one cyclist to another, meant a lot to me.

    It's fun to feel a part of communities like that.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

  • Currently Listening
    Our Love to Admire
    By Interpol
    see related

    And to all the destruction in man, and to all the corruption in my hand

    I wonder sometimes if God laughs. <-- is that heresy? You be the judge.

    I just see so much out there that I want to do, but often times I stop and think, "I wonder if God laughs at my wild aspirations." I get really fired up to do many things, but usually I don't follow through because of some limitation (or simply because I get too busy).

    I would love to will a lot in my life, but I think God would too.

    What is a "higher calling?" Is it better than other callings? Is it better than other people's callings? I doubt that I am better than other people, therefore, if I have a "higher calling" then it is subjective in nature. Do you think all people have "higher callings"--meaning, can they do some things pretty satisfactorily but were made for something bigger and better (higher)? Maybe the theological struggles I am currently wrestling with are nosing their way into this issue, but that's ok.

    Just thoughts.

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