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  • “Chocolate Earth balls”?!?

    OK, the name is admittedly terrible. They are sooo good, though. I found this recipe in the Whole Foods Market Cookbook. It is no-bake, high-protein, and yummy!

    Chocolate Earth Balls
    1 cup peanut butter
    1/3 cup clover or orange blossom honey
    2 teaspoons carob or cocoa powder
    1/2 cup raisins
    3/4 cup unsweetened shredded coconut, divided
    1/2 cup chocolate chips
    1/4 cup sesame seeds
    1/4 cup finely chopped nuts (walnuts or pecans work best)

    Stir peanut butter well. Mix the peanut butter, honey, and cocoa powder until well-blended. Stir in the raisins and 1/8 cup of coconut. Stir in chocolate chips. Refrigerate for 1-2 hours.

    Place the remaining coconut, sesame seeds, and nuts in separate bowls. Using a spoon, scoop small heaps of the peanut mixture out of the bowl, and form 1 1/4″ balls. This works best if you make a rough ball, then roll in coconut, then make a more perfectly shaped ball and re-roll in all three things. Arrange the balls on a plate and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes more.

  • Homophobic Christians

    I’m going to try to address this without getting too emotional, but I will preface by saying that I couldn’t sleep last night because of this issue. One of my friends on Facebook had posted to her wall, and a debate (if you could call it that) ensued courtesy of one of her Christian friends.  The man on facebook was saying that legalizing gay marriage is like legalizing child molestation.  He was using inflammatory language and I was so sad to read what he wrote.  This kind of stuff breaks my heart. I was laying in bed, thinking of everything that I was going to say, when I realized that I had way too much to fit into the little comment box on Facebook, so yeah…

    If you’re friends with me on Facebook, then you probably saw that I recently linked to this discussion on Evangelical Politics.  It is Chuck Colson, Greg Boyd, and Shane Claiborne speaking at the National Pastors Convention in San Diego in 2008.  Joe and I watched it and stayed up WAY too late talking about it.  We were both struck by how bizarre it was that Chuck Colson appeared to be in a completely different church than the rest of us.  Honestly.  It blew my mind.  It was like he saw absolutely.nothing.wrong.  Seriously!  He said that he had never met people who were disrespectful of homosexuals in the church.  Chuck?  Are you with me?  What church are you attending?

    Shane and Greg both referred to the Unchurched survey, which helped Evangelicals to see that the #1 adjective that the unchurched use to describe Evangelicals was “homophobic”.  #1!  Way to go!  Lets think about this for just one second.  Jesus was known for drawing in people who were outcast from their society due to their sex lives.  Is no one else bothered by the fact that the church is NOT like Jesus in this area?  The church actively repulses the homosexual community.  While 1/3 of heterosexuals fall into the “unchurched” category, 49% of homosexuals do.  I know its shocking, but apparently the “God hates fags!” signs are pushing people away.

    Not surprisingly, 72% of the people in the survey also said that the church is full of hypocrites.  You think?  Considering that I remember reading a few years ago that 90% of pastors admit to struggling with pornography.  Guess what…. the numbers inside the church weren’t any better.  It turns out that the church is filled with people who struggle with sexual sin, and yet we are pushing away others by our actions.  Even in the video, Chuck Colson said that you only have to look at a naked man and a naked woman next to each other to see what is “normal”, and that obviously being gay is just not normal.  That’s not helpful talk.  We know that our church is struggling with lust, based on our own numbers, and that’s not any better.  He said that gays would be welcome in the church if they stopped sinning like the rest of us have to.  Uh, seriously?  Do you think you attend a sinless church?  The numbers don’t point that way.

    I wanted to include a quote that Shane Claiborne said was from Billy Graham, and when I just googled it, a site came up for gay Christians.  How ironic.  Anyways, the quote from Billy Graham says

    It’s the Holy Spirit’s job to convict, it’s God’s job to judge, and it’s my job to love.

    That sums it up.  It is our job to love.  It is our job to be love to the hurting people of the world.  It is not our job to convict or judge, ESPECIALLY those outside of the church.

    As Paul says in 1 Timothy 1:15

    Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst.

    I really feel that this whole issue underscores a general problem that we have in our church.  A problem with being open, being honest, and being loving.  I feel that we all see Christians acting this way, and it makes it much more difficult for those inside and outside of the church to be transparent, because such hateful language is used.  We do not create a safe, loving environment.  Sure, it happens in some churches (Joe is in a fantastic mens group that really embodies so much of what the church should be), but this is not the message that we are getting out to the masses.  It is so sad.

    I wish that Christians would stop trying to legislate morality, because (1) It doesn’t work, (2) It pushes people from the church, (3) We all suck too, so we just look like a bunch of hypocrites, and (4) Most importantly, we don’t expect ANYONE to change apart from a relationship with Christ.  It is nothing but legalism and bondage to expect people to act differently without a relationship with Christ.  We are so concerned that gays may raise kids in a family that doesn’t meet the tradtional (2 parent – 1 male/1 female) ideal, and yet the divorce rate in the church is PASSING the divorce rate amongst the unchurched.  We have so far to go, and I think we’d do so much better to love and support everyone (while removing the log from our own eyes), rather than trying to micromanage others lives while we screw up our own.

    <sigh>  I don’t think that was very unemotional, lol.  I need to go edit!

    Edited to add: My pastor gave a great sermon a few weeks ago where he talked about how we need to accept that our church should be filled with all sorts of different people – different races, different socioeconomic backgrounds, Democrats and Republicans, straights, gays, transgenders, bisexuals… everything! That is God’s plan for our church, and we will be missing out if we try to limit who is welcome in church. Here is a link: Message Archives I’m pretty sure that it is the one on the top – the first of the “Get on the Bus” series. On a side note, today’s sermon was on the myth of redemptive violence. 😀

    Edited to add another thing: Isn’t it funny that Jesus didn’t try to legislate this stuff? He certainly could’ve if he wanted to, but instead one of his TEMPTATIONS from the devil was for political power. Hmmm.

  • What a difference 5 years makes…

    Today I had one of those moments at the park that just made me thankful for my life and for the decisions that we’ve made.

    Five years ago, when my oldest was 2, homeschooling was not on the horizon. As a matter of fact, we picked our house for the schools. My husband and I had a lot of conversations on the topic, and I really feared that my kids would be irreparably socially harmed if we homeschooled. I feared that they wouldn’t learn the social nuances that come from school, and I didn’t want to make their lives harder.

    Today as we sat at the park, I realized that: Yes, my kids are different. There’s no denying it. There was a group of public-schooled kids there. (I saw them get off of the labeled bus and listened to them talk about it.) They weren’t vandals or thugs. They were just normal kids, doing normal kid stuff on the playground. One of the parents was there, and he seemed like a great dad. I did notice differences in the way that the kids played. It wasn’t good or bad. It just was. My son was playing down at the stream, and none of the other boys were interested in playing down there. My daughter was laying in the grass, reading a book. She’s working on Charlotte’s Web right now, and it has really sparked a love of reading in her. The other kids were playing in ways related to school and tv, and their play was just… different.

    As I sat there (and helped my 1-year-old up and down the slide a million times, lol) I realized that the thing that I feared the most has happened. But, you know what? Its not the big deal that I thought it would be. I was fearing a great big social monster that doesn’t really exist. Are my kids more into nature and reading than the average kid that we see when we’re out? Yes. Is it a big deal? Nope. My son’s love of nature meant that he was the only kid who could identify the birds and snakes that appeared on the t-ball field during his games. It made him the hero for the day, LOL. When we go to homeschool park day, there is a huge group of kids who are already wading in the streams, catching crawdads, and pretending to be fairies and gnomes. He may be different, but he’s far from alone. When my kids go to church, they play with all of the other kids. They fit in fine and they have a lot of friends.

    What I realized as I sat there was that we made the right choice for our family, and it felt good to know. It was a peace with certainty. I honestly think my kids would’ve been fine either way, and I don’t fear the “monster” of the other side – the public school monster. Yes, my kids probably would’ve played a little differently, but I know that I would feel just as much peace with that decision if it was right for our life at that time.

    Three years ago when we moved here, we picked our house in hopes that it would give our kids a life rich in nature and low in television 😉 Unlike our previous houses, this house was built in a way that opened up the natural world much better. We are in the city and our lot is small, but we back to open space. My kids see coyotes, mallards, foxes, red-winged black birds, and red-tailed hawks during breakfast. This house has no obvious place for a tv on the main level, so we only have a tv in the basement. We recently got rid of our satellite, and it was a great decision. Our life before was filled with a lot of Dora and Blues Clues. It wasn’t all bad – I’ve been riding those free Spanish lessons from Dora for a while, LOL. It was just time for a change. It felt good today to watch my kids play in such a natural way and to know that we were achieving some of our goals for moving where we did and being intentional about our lives.

    We still have a long way to go, but I just really enjoyed the little piece of peace that came from watching my kids and knowing that we have been able to give them some of that more natural life that we wanted for them. It also felt nice to realize that the things that I feared the most weren’t really as scary as I thought. 😉

  • I think I just drooled on myself…

    I just managed to make the yummiest onion straws in the whole wide world. I CANNOT fry. Seriously. I am terrible at breaded things. They are perfect. I would’ve taken a pic, but I’m afraid that I can’t stop eating them.

    BTW, I don’t have a thermometer or anything, and they’re still perfection.

    http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/03/onion-strings-oh-yeah-baby/

  • Nonviolent Communication

    Oh man!

    I have recently learned that I am apparently a very violent communicator.  My husband seems to be taking great joy in pointing this out, LOL. Luckily for me, he’s just as violent as I am, HA! (Wait, is that violent to say?!)  I guess I should write a couple of posts on this, but it basically comes down to the fact that I speak judgments.  I am a quick judge, and I tend to speak my judgments as fact.  I know its hard to believe, but speaking that way can put other people on the defensive.  (NO WAY?!)  So why do I do it?

    Long before I reached adulthood, I learned to communicate in an impersonal way which did not require me to reveal what was going on inside myself.  When I encountered people or behaviors that I either didn’t like or didn’t understand, I would react in terms of their wrongness.  If my teachers assigned a task I didn’t want to do, they were “mean” or “unreasonable.”  If someone pulled out in front of me in traffic, my reaction would be, “You idiot!”  When we speak this language, we think and communicate in terms of what is wrong with others for behaving in a certain ways….

    Ahh, yes.  That’s what I do.  I am afraid that I am the first one to judge others actions and think in terms of what others have done wrong.

    Our attention is focused on classifying, analyzing, and determining factors of wrongness rather than on what we and others need and are not getting.  Thus, if my partner wants more affection than I’m giving her, she is “needy and dependent.”  But if I want more affection than she is giving me, then she is “aloof and insensitive.”  If my colleague is more concerned about details than I am, he is “picky and compulsive.”  On the other hand, if I am more concerned about details than he is, he is “sloppy and disorganized.”

    Ohhh, sucky.  I do that too.  I speak like that often.

    It is my belief that all such analyses of other human beings are tragic expressions of our own values and needs.  They are tragic because when we express our values and needs in this form, we increase defensiveness and resistance among the very people whose behaviors are of concern to us.  Or, if people do agree to act in harmony with our values, they will likely do so out of fear, guilt, or shame, because they concur with our analysis of their wrongness.

    Crap, crap crap.  I don’t want people acting in harmony with me only because I’ve guilted or shamed them into it.  I really do want to build everyone up and live in peace.  It looks like I have a new project…

    Seriously, this book is really awesome.  I’m afraid that I have yet to master communicating nonviolently, so you’ll have to wait for the solution in a future post.  For now, I can say that I realize that I communicate like scum, and I am trying to speak my feelings rather than judgments.  The hilarious thing is that I tell my kids to speak their feelings and needs all the time, and I somehow decided it doesn’t apply for grown ups.  Fantastic.

    At least I can learn about my hypocrisy now, while they’re still young. 😛

  • Birth shame

    OK, I know its been too long since I last wrote.  I’m slacking.  I’m sorry!

    I’m currently reading A Wise Birth as part of AAMI’s Childbirth Reading Room. I’m enjoying it.  Its definitely aimed at parents rather than professionals, but I like switching up and reading about birth politics  🙂

    There is a bit of a recurring theme in the book that touches on the way that women view themselves and their care providers after a traumatic birth. I hadn’t thought too much about it before, but it really described my grieving process very well. I still feel a lot of shame and embarrassment when I think about my first birth. Intellectually, I know its so silly to feel that way, because what happened to me was a perfect example of the cascade of interventions. It is really hard for me to get past the feelings that I had during the birth. I felt like a trapped animal. There was so much fear and horror. The end result was obviously wonderful, because my beautiful son was born, but the process to get there was so traumatic.

    In talking about this subject, Penny Armstrong and Sheryl Feldman say that “most women do not criticize their birthcare directly.” I find this to be incredibly true in my case. I always compliment my OB, and yet she made all sorts of poor decisions – the steroid shots, bedrest, and terbutaline when I wasn’t in preterm labor… the cervidil to induce when I was already 4cm… the forced-lying position… the 4th degree episiotomy… the forced pushing when I didn’t feel the urge… The list goes on. Still, I compliment her when I describe my birth. I blame myself. Interesting.

    They speak of a woman with a birth experience very similar to mine. They say

    [We] send women like Leslie home to work out how it came to be. What is wrong with her that her body had to be cut, she must wonder… Leslie stands alone over the baby’s crib and faults herself for her baby’s birth stress.

    She does not accuse us – those of us who failed… her… She absorbs the neglect, the non-answers, the damage, and the responsibility. She criticizes herself. She suspects that her child has been hurt and she grieves. She lives with the memory of the experience and the judgment she makes of herself as a mother for the rest of her life.

    This is really interesting to me, because I really do fear that my son was hurt during my labor. That Cervidil (that I never needed), that was put in to augment my “post-dates” that came after months of drugging and bedrest to stop my body’s way of preparing for labor, also caused me to go into one huge contraction. The nurses didn’t notice, so my husband had to run out screaming to tell them. When they came in, my son’s heartrate had plummeted to the 30s. His brain was oxygen-starved. He passed meconium from the stress. He aspirated that meconium, which caused more problems. I feel so guilty about it though. I’ve never thought about it, but why do I blame myself and judge myself so harshly?

    There is a note going around right now on Facebook where you write about your first born. I thought about doing it, and then realized that I’d either have to write about my first birth experience (my hospital birth of my late miscarriage) or else my son’s birth (the one I’m talking about here.) When I considered it, I decided that I’d rather not do the note at all. That’s so sad. I just feel such shame.

    The good news, though, is that my last two births have been so healing. My oldest daughter’s birth healed me enough to believe that my body could pretty much work. My youngest daughter’s birth taught me that my body does work! My old posts on My Body is Not a Lemon and Check with Your Doctor reflect that journey.

    I’m off to read some more. Its been nice to realize that I’m not alone in blaming myself, and also nice to know that its OK to let go of that guilt. Who would’ve thought that this little book would be like free therapy for me? LOL.

  • And the angels sing with me

    Its been an amazing week around here.

    My mom came to town last week so that she could help with the kids while I had my impacted wisdom teeth removed.  It wasn’t a fun experience (duh), but I think I managed it pretty well.  Tomorrow will be a week since the surgery.  My cheek is still bruised… My jaw is a little creaky… I keep getting food stuck back there… but its doing well overall.

    So, how funny is it that during this time when I’m talking like I have golf balls in my mouth, one of the most important events of my life (that requires talking!) would take place!

    My son has these little worksheets that he gets each week from church.  He loves doing them each week.  They usually include reading the story for the week from the Bible, a few little word games, and then some application questions.  I’ve been helping to teach in his class, and he and I have been talking a lot about salvation, sins, heaven, souls, you name it.  

    This weeks lesson was all about restoring our friendships with God.  My two oldest and I were having a great conversation about all sorts of theological issues.  We’ve been discussing it for weeks, and I’ve been trying to let them lead, ask questions, and really sort through their thoughts.  When we got to the end of the little worksheet for the week, it had a place to pray.  Without going into too much detail, they both had prayers that they wanted to pray to Jesus, asking Him into their heart to forgive them of their sins and be their Savior.  It was so humbling to be there for such an important spiritual marker for each of them.  It was not exactly how I would’ve pictured it (with me bruised and hardly able to open my jaw, LOL), but it was absolutely perfect.

    So I think we’re going to get them each their own Bible for Christmas.  Joe and I had a huge talk last night about the good and the trials that come from being saved early in life.  We were each saved at around the same ages as our children, and we can guess some of what the road ahead may look like.  We want it to be alive and real in their heart – not just their heads.  We feel like there are so many ways where we are still just starting to -get it-, and we don’t want them to miss out on those living, breathing areas of relationship with God.  

    We know that being Christians from an early age really helped us through our tough times in life, and was a vital foundation.  We talked once again about how we want our children to be comfortable discussing doubts, other beliefs, and anything else that comes to their mind.  We try to be the kind of family that is super open about that kind of stuff.  We have a lot of conversations around here about everything from Gandhi’s wisdom to evolution, so I hope that we are able to keep an open dialogue with our children for their whole lives.  We also talked about how the best way to teach them is for us to live it passionately and wildly, lol.  So, hopefully we’ll at least have that part covered!

    Anyways, thanks for reading if you made it this far.  It was a special day in our house, and I feel so humbled.

  • A disappointing ending

    I finished The Powers That Be. Overall, I’d still recommend the book. I really am not a fan of the last chapter, though. I already returned it to the library. That means I don’t have any cool quotes to share, so we’ll both have to rely on my mommy brain to describe what I read.

    Basically, he paints a picture of a weak God, IMO. He said that God would like to answer our prayers, but his hands are pretty much tied because the principalities and powers of nations/organizations/etc. are fighting it out in the heavenlies, and there’s not much God can do while they’re in the midst of it.

    His theory is based on Daniel 10

    12 Then he continued, “Do not be afraid, Daniel. Since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them. 13 But the prince of the Persian kingdom resisted me twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me, because I was detained there with the king of Persia. 14 Now I have come to explain to you what will happen to your people in the future, for the vision concerns a time yet to come.”

    He says that the word used for princes is really talking about angels/principalities/powers, and that when we pray, they are battling it out. He says that God wants to answer our prayers, but has to wait for them to finish wrestling. If you google “Walter Wink Daniel 10”, you should get plenty of results (including the google books result) that will sum up his position quite nicely.

    I guess my biggest issue is that it is a really big piece of theology to hang on one chapter from Apocalyptic literature. He might be absolutely right, although I am just not sold on the idea.

    I think that ending the book with that particular argument could turn off a lot of people who would’ve been a lot more impressed in his work before that point. I don’t know. Its still a good book, but I didn’t love that chapter.

  • Recently finished books

    I’ve been reading so much, but I haven’t had a chance to talk about all of them. Here’s a quick recap though of what I covered in the past month or so…

    This is such a nice little book. Joe and I each read it in a matter of hours. It covers some really interesting historical facts about Christmas, and then focuses on ways to bring joy to the holiday without making it all commercial. He explains that “hundred dollar” part of the title was really just because it sounded good with the word “holiday”, and you can use any amount that you pick. I really enjoyed his suggestions and ideas for different ways to celebrate Christmas.

    This was another fast read. I really enjoyed it, though. Peggy Vincent and I clearly have a few philosophical differences when it comes to midwifery, but I found her story to be very relatable and encouraging. As I continue to consider a path to midwifery, this book gave me pause and helped me to really contemplate what kind of midwife I’d like to be. Good stuff.

    I was really enthralled by Heart & Hands. I couldn’t put it down. The funniest part was that I was taking it EVERYWHERE with me, and I was getting the strangest glances, LOL. I was at a birthday party with my daughter and reading about suturing techniques if a woman tears during childbirth. The other moms around me kept scooting in closer and closer to read over my shoulder. They couldn’t figure out what it was. Finally, one of them asked, so I explained what kind of book I was reading, and then I got a good hour of hearing about other women’s birth stories. It made me laugh, because I remember a quote in _Pushed_ that talked about how a midwife’s life is pretty much the same whether they are in or out of jail: they just hear other women’s birth stories. I have found it so intriguing that everyone wants to share their birth story as soon as I mention anything about birth work. Funny.

    I’m not quite done with this book yet, but I’m really enjoying reading about all of the different philosophies and paths that bring women to midwifery. It is really helping me to figure out where my passion lies.

    OK, I’m going to have to do a few entries on The Ministry of Motherhood, because it really made me think. I love Sally Clarkson’s writings, and I could read her books all day. Joe and I were talking over the weekend about how there are times when you feel convicted to do something, but then your resolve starts to waiver… until you pick up a book that gives you a swift kick in the butt and reminds you of why you wanted to change in the first place. That’s exactly what her books do for me. I start to slack, and then she reminds me to keep running the race!

    I just finished my first, official, group Beth Moore study. I bought Breaking Free years ago, and really liked it, but I had never done a group study with the videos and all that jazz. It was a great experience. I loved the daily workbook stuff, and her teachings really coincided with stuff that God has been teaching me elsewhere.

    Sadly, this isn’t even all of the books that I’ve read, but lunch is ready, so I have to run! If you’ve been reading anything interesting recently, please comment and let me know! I’m always on the hunt for good books!

  • The Gift of the Enemy

    Continuing on, with my new best friend, Walter Wink. LOL. I don’t think that his ideas are that shocking, but I think it is shocking to see how few of them are applied in mainstream Christian circles.

     

    So my last entry was about how we need to let go of the thought of ourselves as God’s favored, and our enemies as unloved. God loves everyone, and “is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked”, so maybe we should try a little of the same, eh? We’re actually pretty sucky ourselves, in our natural state, so its time to get off of our high horses.

    On to Mr. Wink (fantastic name, btw.)

    Once the spell of the perfectionist reading has been exorcised, we begin to see just how far from perfect Jesus assumed we are. “Why do you see the speck in your neighbor’s eye, but do not notice the log in your own eye? Or how can you say to your neighbor, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ while the log is in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your neighbor’s eye.” (Matt. 7:3-5)

    I really do love those verses. I have lots o’ logs.

    This is the earliest known teaching of what modern psychologists call projection… The “splinter” in the other’s eye is a chip off the same log that is in one’s own eye. We see in the other what we would not see in ourselves. But why is it a log in the eye of the beholder? Isn’t that backward? Normally we say, “I may be somewhat bad (a splinter), but that person is really bad (a log).” Why has Jesus inverted that conventional way of putting it?

    Again, I suck at this. I totally do this all the time. God is working on me, and He is changing me, but I am so prone to this type of thinking. I apparently tend to think that my poop doesn’t stink, because that’s how I act.

    Because the log in my eye totally blinds me. I can see nothing objectively. Remove the log, and I can see to help my neighbor remove his or her splinter.

    I am super-blinded by my logs. Its pathetic.

    In workshops on this theme I invite people to name an enemy and list all the things they dislike about that person (or group or movement or nation). Then we ask them to go through that list and ask how many of those characteristics are true also of themselves (or our group or movement or nation). The common elements identify our projections. These can be taken into our meditation, prayer, and spiritual guidance, to see what they have to teach us about ourselves. (Some things on our lists may not be projections. There are people who are objectively hostile, even evil. Not every enemy is a gift. I am focusing only on those enemies that draw our projections.)

    OK, so I tried this mentally, and it was pretty disturbing. This is not my first time doing this exercise. I remember doing it in college, and have noticed that i am most annoyed by people who have the same faults as I do. I think this is a great gift in parenting. I recently did an exercise for a parenting Bible study that asked me to write down the things that frustrate me most in my family members. My family members are obviously not my enemies, so that part doesn’t apply here, but I did find the list interesting. The things that I struggled the most with knowing how to handle are also things that I am not so great at handling in myself. Humbling.

    Walter Wink gives some examples of things that frustrate you in others that you need to work on. Then he says:

    Revelations such as these (and they are precisely that) need to be treasured, because that is the gift our enemy brings to us: to see aspects of ourselves that we cannot discover any other way. Our friends are not good sources of information about these things; they often overlook or ignore these parts of us. The enemy is thus not merely a hurdle to be leapt on the way to God. The enemy can be the way to God. We cannot come to terms with our shadow except through our enemy, for we have no better access to those unacceptable parts of ourselves that need redeeming than through the mirror that our enemies hold up to us. This, then, is another, more intimate reason for loving our enemies: we are dependent on our enemies for our very individuation. We cannot be whole people without them.

    How wonderfully humiliating: we not only may have a role in transforming our enemies, but our enemies can play a role in transforming us.

    What? I’m not the savior of them?! They help me?! Craziness.

    As we become aware of our projections on our enemies, we are freed from the fear that we will overreact murderously toward them. We are able to develop an objective rage at the injustices they have perpetrated while still seeing them as children of God. The energy squandered nursing hatred becomes available to God for confronting the wrong or transforming the relationship.

    I have found this to be true, although I think I am still in my infancy in this process. Being able to step back and still see those who hurt you as children of God is so freeing, but so difficult (at least for me.)

    An understanding of the Powers makes forgiveness of our enemies easier. If our oppressors “know not what they do,” if they, too, are victims of the delusional system, then the real target of our hate and anger can be the system itself rather than those who carry out its bidding. “For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places” (Eph. 6:12). We can pray for the transformation of our enemies, knowing that even the most intractable opponents may be capable of complete turnabout, and that some have actually done so.

    Interestingly enough, this was the topic of my Beth Moore study last night. Once again, when Beth Moore agrees with practically anyone else that I’m studying, then I think that’s a big deal. I’m pretty sure that pretty much the only thing that overlaps between these authors is Christ, LOL.

    Joe and I had a discussion about how all of this relates to America’s position in the world, and it was really good. We both realize how much we’ve bought into the myth of redemptive violence – the idea that violence makes peace. Somehow it seems like so much of mainstream Christianity is saying that we can accomplish peace through violence, and yet that was not the way of Christ at all. Are there times when we must stand up against evil and cruelty? Absolutely. Is violence the only way to do that? Of course not.

    We can look to history to see example after example of nations being healed without violence. Even our own revolution in America had many non-violent aspects. We just abandoned them for war. The problem is that violence breeds violence, and its not like it really even works. Lets just look around. Does the world look more peaceful? Uh, no. More civilians were killed in the 20th century than in every century before that combined. Clearly our methods of violence aren’t making for a more peaceful world, and we know its not what Christ taught. How is it that Christianity in America has become so entangled with the myth of redemptive violence?

    I don’t know the answer. I did find it interesting to try the above exercise with America’s enemies vs. America. We don’t exactly come out looking like roses. 😉 We’re not all bad, of course, and we do a lot of things very well. I also believe that America, on a whole, is trying to do the right thing. I think it is just easy to get misguided.

    So… if I come up with a solution to world peace, I’ll let you know. Until then, I’m going to keep working on applying these examples in my (much smaller and more manageable) day-to-day life.

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