Wednesday, April 16, 2014

When Self-Righteousness Rears its Ugly Head

It happened again. 

I had just read something humbling in my Bible that morning. I reminded myself of the Christ's sacrifice for my BIG sin. But somehow that wasn't enough to stop me from obsessing over everyone else's sin. 

So what do you do to keep self-rightousness at bay? 

First we must understand where is came from. This is different for situations and people's personalities, but I somehow this plagues us all. So why? 

We (I) forget. 
Am I right? Sometimes I find myself with my Bible open in my lap and I yell at my mother for barging in on my "time with the Lord". Less than a breath is all it takes for me. 

Or I hear a wonderful sermon about how heavy my own sin is and I moments after I give a sarcastic comeback to a friend that gets a lot of laughs, but not a lot of dignity.

Or I post a Spurgeon quote or Gospel Coalition article on Facebook, only to scroll down and roll my eyes at someone else's "hypocritcal" lifestyle, maybe even comment with some "convicting" truth to embarass them. 

Or I refuse to share the truth of the Gospel in a class discussion because I wouldn't want to be misinterpreted and spread "heresy". But really I just wouldn't want to seem unintelligent. 

This list could go on for days. Even in the midst of reminding ourselves of the Gospel. We forget. I forget. 

We (I) don't pray.
This is another big one for me. I'm pretty good about remaining in the Word, but I forget that the Holy Spirit is in me. GOD is in me. I can intellectually understand that God isn't a genie, an Inquisitor, or a distant God, but in practice I tell a different story. I don't talk to God, I don't pray for others more than once in a blue moon. I can't possibly sympathize with others when I refuse to allow God to soften my heart to them. 

We are (I am) simply too in love with our (my) sin.
For me, my self-righteousness comes from wanting to be intelligent. I love being the one in the room that knows about the Old Testament or Church History. I love being smart. I love dumbfounding ignorant people. If I do try to teach people what I know, it's often simply to make myself more impressive, not to help them grow in their understanding of who Christ is. This one involves looking outward too often.

Another form is what I call "morbidly introspective". This one is tricky. It's the self-righteousness that causes us to see our sin as SO big, but view Christ as very small. It's the cause of spiritual depression. "Christ just needs to die on the cross one more time, that last one wasn't enough." This one involves looking inward too severely.

Either way, we are thinking of ourselves. True humilty is not thinking less of ourselves, but thinking of ourselves less. Look up, not out or in.

We (I) don't like to repent.
I think many of us are under the allusion that in order to "represent" Christ we must always be perfect. So we never apologize to lost people when we mess up because then "they'd know we weren't perfect and Christians would look bad". No! If we were never perfect to GET our salvation, then why would we need to be perfect to maintain it? We're preaching with those actions that lost people must be perfect to be saved; directly contrary to the Gospel. There have been some great moments where I have been able to apologize to unsuspecting people, and got to help the, realize who Christians really were. The world tell us to never apologize, the Gospel does. 

Even amongst believers we rarely repent. We just maintaint that polite facade that will never go deeper than that. That 's not the Gospel! We are not separate individuals, we are Christ's Church! Or with personal sins that don't affect others directly. The strongest friendships I have had were with Sisters who knew the junk going on in my mind, and vice verca. Actually being able to help in the process of sanctification. Being told to shut up, being called out. It's pretty effective in cooling self-righteousness. Beyond just having a good time with people who were also Christians doing "Christian" things in a "Christian" bubble, but actually growing in the likeness of Christ WITH others doing the same thing. Together. In front of lost people. What?? Yeah.




I often sympathize with Peter in the Gospel accounts. Driven by his emotions, acts and speaks without thinking, has so much potential but is often his own worst enemy. I find comfort that Christ loved him dearly yet firmly. One moment he was professing Christ, the next Christ called him Satan. Another time he refuses to believe he could deny Christ, and then he did it THREE times (that's two more times than Judas, who knew exactly what he was doing). Another time he's walking on water, then he's sinking. He is a spiritual rollar coaster if there ever was one. Another time he's eating with Gentiles, still another time he's preaching circumcision. I could go onnnnn. Yet Jesus out of His goodness made him a leader in the Church.

There is hope. Our hope was never in ourselves, but always in Christ, the starter and perfecter of our faith. Remember.

In Christ.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Why modesty isn't just for Mormons.

I had a older man in one of my classes ask me the other day if I was a mormon.

I was shocked. We had had conversations before about why I wasn't a feminist or going to grad school. For a man from a different generation, I guess he appreciated what he said was "rare" for a 20-something to believe. I find it saddening that he was so surprised that I didn't feel the need to make a name for myself or prove my "womanhood" by adding a PhD, or had the audacity to think raising children was more important than the prestige of extra money in the bank.

So what made him ask me that strange question?

He had observed that I tended to be overly modest in my clothing. I have a hankering for 3/4 sleeve shirts and maxi skirts. I think they're super comfy and less fussy and I hate having to tug something up or down in order to keep covered. So I simply replied, "No I'm just a Baptist who actually reads her Bible." But for the rest of the day I walked around campus and noticed what others were wearing....

Why?

Why do we dress the way we do?

Why is it important?

Do people even notice? I never really thought so, other than my parents or my (almost) husband. But apparently they do. So here some reasons why it should be not be a surprise to see...

I was created by God.

We were made in the image of God. Made by God. Crafted carefully for a specific purpose, to glorify Him. So if we were made by a Creator, wouldn't we function best if by His intention? This is not to earn His approval, but functioning out of His loving design for His world. 

My body wasn't made for the world.

Um, hello? I know it's not very popular to believe that life is sacred these days, but I think my life is sacred. Not because of what I have done with it, but from it's inception when God formed it. So if my life is sacred, my body is sacred and therefore should not be displayed for all to see. It isn't for the pleasure of random men or the envy of random women. It is precious and of enough value for Christ to die on the cross to reconcile me with the Father. So no,  I will not be giving that up for a cheap compliment. 

My body was designed for the pleasure of a spouse.

As I'm getting married soon I realize more deeply the purpose and physical design for my body. Every detail, whether beautiful or damaged was created to bring pleasure to my husband. This is not to say that that is the ONLY purpose or that someone is lacking if they never marry, but it is an important reflection of something bigger. The more sacred my body is, the more intimate union I can form with my husband, reflecting the beauty of the Christ's love for His Church. A union that brings pleasure to both parties. With such a high regard in mind, it would be strange for me to trade that up for any lesser pleasure. 

My body was created to make and sustain life. 

My body was made not just for pleasure or reflection of Glory. It has a function. A sacred function. I know it's not very popular to think child bearing and rearing is valuable these days, but that is contrary to Scripture. Every part of my body was made to create and sustain life. LIFE. Do we get that? What an honor to be considered worthy enough to bring God's creation in to being! And not only that but to raise that life up to reflect the Glory and Splendor of a King for the generation after that. How dare I turn that honor and duty down to keep from "ruining my body"? My body isn't for me?! Who am I to tell its Creator anything else. 

These things are not Mormon, they are Scriptural and good. They will never earn approval from God, they will never "make us good people". They will simply reflect God's creation to a world that simply doesn't understand. Reflect on this as you get dressed tomorrow. 

In Christ.