Standing on Their Shoulders

As I sit in my office looking at my bookshelves, I cannot help but think of the rich heritage that I am a part of as a Christian. Names like Augustine, Luther, Calvin, Moody, Graham, Bonhoeffer, and C. S. Lewis stare back at me. Just seeing their names alone remind me of who I am and who I long to be. It seems somewhat strange to say this, but find myself at the same time both inspired and intimidated by these people who knew God so well and lived single-mindedly for Him. I am inspired by these heroes of mine because they made themselves fully available to God. Fortunately not all of them were extremely academic, cultured, socially connected, or even possessed a blameless past, yet what they all hold in common was a willingness to surrender themselves wholly to God. Listen to their passion:

"For Thou hast made us for Thyself and our hearts are restless till they rest in Thee" (Augustine).

Martin Luther prayed, "I am Yours" as he wrestled with the implications of his new understanding of the Gospel and what that meant for the church.

Dietrich Bonhoeffer said, "When Christ calls a man He bids him to come and die."

D. L. Moody was shaped by the statement that he often repeated, "The world has yet to see what God can do with and for and through and in a man who is fully and wholly consecrated to Him."

These people wholly offered themselves to God to do whatever He wanted of them regardless of the cost. Luther was condemned as a heretic, Calvin was kicked out of his own church, Bonhoeffer was killed in a WWII concentration camp. Each of them were ridiculed for their obedience, but persevered nonetheless. And as a result of their obedience, their influence continues to this day. Their legacy continues to speak.

With all of this being said, I have to ask myself, am I learning from and emulating their example? Am I willing to answer the call for this generation by making myself wholly devoted to God? Will I stay the course when I am attacked or ridiculed for my obedience? To quote my one of my heroes Martin Luther, "God help me. Amen."

Pull Up a Chair...

I don't know if you are anything like me, but I have honestly become a Facebook junkie. Rarely a day goes by when I don't check it at least several times just to see whose birthday it is, what my "friends" have been putting on my wall, or to flip through pics that they have posted. I have to tell you that I have also been able to get back in touch with all different types of people going all the way back to grade school! I have had fun saying to another friend, "you'll never guess who I found..." Now when I combine all of my "friends" from way back to present, I have, at least according to Facebook, several hundred of them. These "friends" are people that range from the one time acquaintance (that I have difficulty placing) to long time friends, roommates, and even family members. Yet when I go through my list of "friends" I have to ask, "How many of these people really know me?" Sure they have the ability of seeing pics that I put up, reading my status updates, and even tracking my blog, but how many of them know the real me? Now some of you might be thinking that there are spheres of friendship and not everyone is in our "inner circle" nor should they. Granted you have a point, but I want to ask you how many people are in your "inner circle"? How many people know the real you? How many people know your joys, struggles, longings?

In the last several months, God has been opening my eyes to this deficiency. He has brought to my attention several friendships that remain undeveloped and has even brought along new ones that show promise. But in order for any of these to be of value, I have to first choose to be vulnerable. I have to let people see more of me than what I post. I have to let them see the real me.

As scary as this sounds, I have to tell you that by beginning to take steps towards vulnerability, I have actually come to find an increasing sense of freedom. Where I once felt alone and isolated, I now find myself becoming deeply connected to my real friends. They know me and I know them. We no longer have to exert effort in maintaining an image of who we're supposed to be, but rather can simply come as our true selves. And you know what, it is there at the intersection of Vulnerability and Community that we find God's sacred, awe-inspiring work being accomplished: our transformation.

I don't know if you have any of these kind of friends, but I pray that God sends them your way or opens your eyes to the ones you have been neglecting to develop. And may I suggest as counter-intuitive as it might sound, that the church is the perfect place to develop these types of relationships. I say this because the church is and always will be a fellowship of sinners, who are forgiven. All who are honest, still walk with a limp. And still have a need to be deeply connected to others for that is our Maker and Redeemer's design.