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Unoffendable

Did you know you can choose to be unoffendable?  Being offended is what comes natural, it’s our human default setting.  If someone makes us mad, or maybe just disagrees with us, our first impulse is to be offended. 

When I first heard of Brant Hansen’s book Unoffendable, I was offended.  I always thought it was good and healthy to be angry at some things – like sex trafficking, child pornography and civil rights abuses.  Sure, I know Jesus taught us to love others, forgive people who hurt us, be patient with those who irritate us.  But really, is that what he meant for every day?  Every time someone cuts me off in traffic, anyone who doesn’t agree with my political or religious views, people who take my innocuous comments as a reason for heated vitriol, others who are just plain mean? 

Today’s cancel culture teaches us – If you aren’t like me, if you disagree with me – I will cancel you out of my life and never speak to you again.

When I study the life of Jesus, I am amazed.  He never cancelled anyone.  Nor was He ever shocked or surprised at human behavior.  He knew that we are all basically selfish, He knew the fallen human heart was just that – fallen.  So maybe, just maybe we would do well to live the same way.  We all know what’s in our own heart so we can imagine every other person struggles with the same exact stuff.

Different details

            different day

                        different location

                                    different people,

but basically, we all skirmish with the same emotions as every other human on the planet.

Because I battle bitterness toward people who have hurt me, I imagine others do as well.  I struggle with forgiveness, so I know others also struggle when I hurt them.  When we can accept it as a fact – that people in general are self-centered, untrustworthy, unfaithful and prone to egocentricity – we need not be shocked any longer and can learn to adjust our expectations accordingly. 

Now this may sound quite pessimistic but we no longer have to be surprised at human behavior. If we simply remember that people will react in ways we don’t like, we can plan for it and choose a better way.  We can replace the shock and anger with gratitude.

Yes, the world is broken, but don’t be offended by it.  Instead, thank God that He’s intervened in it, and He’s going to restore it to everything it was meant to be.  Yes, the world is broken, and selfish is our default setting. Brant Hansen

It takes the miracle of a new heart to become unoffended.  We see anger in the grocery store and at the bank, rage on the roads and annoyance at home.  Offense seems to be the fashion, outrage the popular trend.  But to be perpetually shocked and offended at others is exhausting.  Brant suggests that we might start living with realistic expectations and choose to be the exception – to be those who are not offended.

So, what if we started being the exception?  The Beautiful Exception.

Imagine the results of speaking kindness after being insulted instead of shooting back words of the same.

Imagine the beauty when we pray prayers of intercession for our enemies instead of words of accusation.

Imagine the reaction if we searched and spoke of the good people do instead of highlighting the evil.

Imagine trusting God to take care of the people who have hurt us, to let Him do the work and mete out the justice we are incapable of giving.

Imagine if someone cuts you off in traffic and you choose to replace that shock and horror with gratitude, to forgive them and actually pray for them.

And then when a person generously lets you merge – give thanks.

Imagine when your UPS driver drops off a package, you open the door and shout out thank you!

Imagine your life becoming less stressful because you give up your right to anger and offense.

We need to remember, always remember when Jesus was reviled, spat upon and mocked, he never came back with similar words, but instead as he was hanging from the cross, prayed for his enemies,

Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.

And if Jesus lives in us, we have the power to forgive, to give thanks during difficult times and trust our Father to do what we cannot.

We draw people to Christ by not loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a light that is so lovely, that they want to know with all their hearts the source of it. 

Madeleine L’Engle

And as Brant Hansen sums it up:

When we recognize our unsurprising fallenness and keep our eyes joyfully open for the glorious exceptions, we’re much less offendable.  Why?

Because that’s the thing about gratitude and anger: they can’t coexist.  It’s one or the other.

One drains the very life from you.  The other fills your life with wonder.

Choose wisely.

Let’s be the Beautiful Exception.

Write Your Own Headlines

Dear Daughters,

Sometimes I listen to the news, but I must limit myself because the news that sells is usually filled with conflict, covid and criticism – which if heard too often leads to a heavy dose of anxiety.  If I try to find my stability in the news I hear from the world, I become wobbly and fearful, anxious and full of despair.  I pray for people in our country and around the world, for politicians (those I agree with and those I don’t) but it is not healthy for me to focus intently on what is wrong in the world. 

I recently read an article by Beverly Greer about an idea I have decided to adopt.  She decided to start writing her own headlines – not to be published in the news – but headlines from her own world as she hunts for beauty, faithfulness and goodness.  I too have started searching for good headlines to write, those that may be mocked by others as insignificant, never to land on the front page, but headlines nevertheless.  Headlines to encourage patience and gratitude, perseverance and love.  Here’s a few I have written for myself:

A butterfly climbs out of its cocoon this morning, glorious in all its beauty.

Family drops everything to come to Grandpa’s bedside as he enters his last days

and his body gives out

The sun rises over a deep canyon filled with liquid beauty.

Kim Baar

The miracle of people flying in an aluminum tube above the clouds

The spikey beauty of icicles are seen on a simple windshield

Apples growing on a tree started by planting a single apple seed

A man and woman have been faithful to each other for 45 years

Starlings seen doing unimaginable acrobatics that would challenge the Blue Angels

A single sperm and egg unite and become a baby in 9 short months

To some, this may seem like a wasteful exercise and quite inefficient for people who are busy doing important things, but writing your own headlines is an exercise in faith.  Faith that this world was created specifically to be beautiful and life-giving.  Yes, it has been marred and broken, but God originally made all things good and He is delighted when we take the time to actually see and give thanks for such things.  This is also an exercise in trust, knowing that

The reality of naked trust is the life of a pilgrim who leaves what is nailed down, obvious and secure, and walks into the unknown without any rational explanation to justify the decision or guarantee the future... Do the truth quietly, without display.

Brennan Manning

Brennan Manning, who defines the intense love of God for his children to be the most powerful force in the universe, lived a life of simplicity.  He looked for God’s goodness everywhere, because it is everywhere – if we take the time to look.

Writing your own headlines won’t make you money or cause the world to applaud your actions, but it just may bring you more peace and joy…

The marvel of the human body, the splendor of the universe and all its inhabitants are subjects that could keep us occupied for thousands of years.  In his humility, God created not just one species of butterflies, but 17,500.  He created not just our Milky Way galaxy, but millions more. The little blue dot we humans inhabit is miniscule compared to the rest of the vast heavens around us. And yet He made all things on this little dot for us to discover and be amazed. He rejoices when we give thanks for all He has given. As Jesus Himself says,

...I have told you these things so that in Me you will have peace. In this world you will have suffering, but take courage: I have overcome the world.

John 16:33

There is absolutely no end to God’s creativity in trees, fruit, feet, fingerprints, clouds, voices, snowflakes, personalities, body shapes, hair color, laughter, sunsets, leaves and the intricacy of all His creation. Every square inch of our world belongs to Him, on loan for us to enjoy.

What headlines can you write as you look around in your world today? Please leave a headline of your own in the comment section below. 

Thank you!

Love, Mom

The Tea Cup Story

Dear Daughters,

            After I watched Charlene spin her projects on the potter’s wheel several weeks ago, I was reminded of a simple story I received via email a few years back.  A dear friend sent it to me when I was at one of the lowest physical and emotional times of my life.  It arrived shortly after I had to quit my teaching job mid-year because of illness and I was at home day after day, lying on the couch alone most of the time and lamenting my lot in life.

The questions raged in my head: Why wasn’t God healing me so I could teach?  Didn’t He care about me anymore?  Had He forgotten that I still existed, hanging by a thread?  The verse `God grants sweet sleep to those He loves’ mocked me day after day as I was haunted with doubts and nights with little sleep.  I had so many questions, but all I heard from God was silence. 

The story from my friend goes like this:

There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful antique stores.  They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups.  Spotting an exceptional cup they asked, “May we see that, we’ve never before seen a cup quite so beautiful.”  As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke:

You don’t understand.  I have not always been a teacup.  There was a time when I was just a lump of red clay.Pottery (5)

            My master took me and rolled me, pounded and patted me over and over and I yelled out, `Don’t do that, I don’t like it, let me alone.’ But he only smiled and gently said, `Not yet.’

            Then WHAM!  I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.  `Stop it, I’m getting so dizzy.  I’m going to be sick,’ I screamed.  But the master only nodded and said quietly, `Not yet.’Pottery (15)

            He spun me and poked and prodded and bent me out of shape to suit himself, and then…..and then he put me in the oven.  I never felt such heat.  I yelled and knocked and pounded at the door.  `Help!  Get me out of here!’  I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as he shook his head from side to side.  `Not yet.’

            When I thought I couldn’t bear it another minute, the door opened.  He carefully took me out and put me on the shelf, and I began to cool.  Oh, that felt so good.  `Ah, this is much better,’ I thought.  But, after I cooled he picked me up and brushed and painted me all over.  The fumes were horrible, I thought I would gag.  `Oh please, stop it, stop it!’ I cried.  He only shook his head and said, `Not yet.’Pottery (11)

            Then suddenly he put me back into the oven.  Only it was not like the first one.  This was twice as hot and I knew I would just suffocate.  I begged, I pleaded, I screamed.  I cried.  I was convinced I would never make it.  I was ready to give up.  Just then the door opened and he took me out and again placed me on the shelf where I cooled and waited and waited, wondering `What’s he going to do to me next?’  An hour later he handed me a mirror and said, `Look at yourself.’  And I did.  I said, `That’s not me; that couldn’t be me.  It’s beautiful, I’m beautiful!’teacup (2)

            Quietly he spoke, `I want you to remember.’  Then he said, `I know it hurt to be rolled and pounded and patted, but had I just left you alone, you’d have dried up.teacup  I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped you would have crumbled.  I know it hurt and it was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn’t put you there you would have cracked.  I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn’t done that, you never would have hardened.  You would not have had any color in your life.  If I hadn’t put you back in that second oven you wouldn’t have survived for long because the hardness would not have held.  Now you are a finished product. Now you are what I had in mind when I first began with you.’Teacup (3)

            Somehow that little story brought me peace.  I could maybe, possibly, believe that things would not always be this hard, life would get better.  kari (25)

I love to read stories, funny stories, fantasy stories, sad stories, real life stories.  The Color of Grace by Bethany Williams is a real life story I read recently about the brokenness, agony and depression she survived after a painful divorce.  After years of therapy, healing, and counseling, Bethany has become the founder of Exile International, a ministry devoted to former child soldiers and children orphaned by war in Africa.

The stories of these children are brutal, beyond my comprehension – rape, witnessing their families being murdered, sometimes being forced to do the dastardly deeds themselves.  But the hope, the joy in eyes that were once dark with hopelessness, the dancing and laughter that is the result of new life they have received from Jesus Christ, is simply astounding.  There is no longer bitterness or darkness.  No blaming God for their lives of horror.  In Bethany’s words;

…in witnessing their [the children’s] strength, I realized in our American quest for comfort, our resilience muscle has been weakened.  In our desire to have things “quick and easy,” we have atrophied our ability to thrive and survive.  So we now have quick, and we now have easy, but we have less strength to cope with life when it becomes difficult. 

In our quest for comfort, we have weakened our ability to be uncomfortable.  Funny how we think we are the strong ones.  I have found the strong ones.  I am surrounded by them. Grace (2)

            My pain is real pain, your pain is real pain.  But there is a certain beauty that comes from sitting close to and parking with our pain.  When we run from it we fail to see what God is working through it.  But if we embrace it, knowing that God is walking with us it can become a beautiful thing.

Every one of us has pain, whether it be a broken relationship, a broken body or a feeble mind, secrets we keep out of fear, grief over death.  Whatever it is, know that your Heavenly Father catches your tears, weeps with you.  He will not remove all pain, but he has promised to walk with us giving us his peace.

There are many days I would love to have physical healing, I have prayed for it for years.  My dream is to be able to walk a mile.  Apparently God has something better in mind for now, maybe to show His strength in my weakness.  Whatever the case, I will trust Him to do what He deems best.  I encourage you to trust Him with your pain as well.

Love, Mom

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