essays 271-275
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#275 Bouquets Fade, but Brickbats are Forever(The following excerpt is from an actual letter received, senders name withheld. Id withhold my name as well, if it would do any good.) Dear Lori Fiechter, I have read some of your essays and poems. I am puzzled as to I received the e-mail three days ago. It has taken me that long to realize that the letter was not really about me at all. It was more about the nature of the Web (yes, any imbecile can put up a web page; there are no qualifying exams) and the cultural differences between Americans and Aussies.(Aussies are more bluntly honest?) But I was so busy taking umbrage with the surface arrows to my psyche that I missed the underlying tone. I took it personallywithout knowing anything about the age, education, or background of the girl or woman who wrote it. I tried to be polite in my answer, but I was really just defending myself. The brickbats thrown were so deafening that I could hear only their echo. My focus was all on me. After all, her letter addressed the thing I had feared: my writing has no merit, I have no qualifications; I have no right to write. But I fear the wrong thing. I should fear my blindness: I cant see past my own fat ego. I havent really died to self at all. What a disappointment. I thought I had progressed farther than that in my Christian life by now. But holding down my ego is like trying to keep a fully-inflated beach ball submerged; it just keeps popping back up, with a vengeance. I can write about self-denial until my hand cramps up, but until I can model this concept in real life, I dont really understand it at all. Jesus was right: denying self is the most difficult, unnatural, and yet crucial thing that we need to do before we can really be of service to Him. To reach out to others, it helps to be looking at them, not at our own navels.When will I ever learn? Lori Fiechter
#274 Grapefruit Juice, Sashimi, and Other Acquired TastesI bought some calcium-fortified grapefruit juice today. I bought it for myself but my sons have a way of confiscating any new food items they find in the house. This time they were sorry. So was I. They wasted not only two cupfuls of juice (one went down my nine-year-olds T-shirt) but another half-cup of sugar trying to sweeten the "bitter" taste. I suppose I could have cooked down that concoction and made grapefruit jelly, but that didnt sound appealing even to me. Of course, there was a time when I didnt like grapefruit juice, either. Or tomato juice, carrot juice, spinach juice, or mung bean sprout juice. Some tastes are acquired. Some tastes are acquired under duress. Some tastes we never acquire, to our detriment. How many nutritious foods do we refuse to sample because of some unreasonable prejudice, like the prejudice to not eat any animal that has more than four legs? (Im thinking here of a photo my brother sent me from either Thailand or Sri Lanka, of a jumbo-sized platter of crunchy fried cockroaches. Im sure they were delicious. To someone else. ) Try it, youll like it. Or maybe you wont, not even after the fifteenth try. (Remember "courtesy bites" Or was that something my mother dreamed up on her own?) Maybe you wont even be able to tolerate it. Perhaps the food brings back bad memories. I used to love a recipe for Stuffed Flank Steak until I got sick once after eating it. Now just the memory of the smell is unpleasant. Or is it the smell of the memory? Some things just leave a bad taste in my memory. Like sashimi. I learned that this is the proper name for what most of us non-aficionados call sushi. I tried it a few months ago. It might not have been so bad without that alien-green dipping sauce. (called "Wasabi". I learned that from a friend who considers the stuff ambrosia)I still dont know what raw fish tastes like, only raw green horseradish paste. I dont care if that paste does help prevent cavities (according to recent studies),the stuff is awful. Piquantly awful. I dont even want to try to learn to like it. It would seem that some spiritual attributes are acquired tastes as well. The natural man, or carnal man, more than anything else, wants to have his own way. He doesnt like the taste of self-denial or holiness. He cant even understand why anyone would. (See I Corinthians 2:14) Preferring others before self is not candy for the soul. Its not even chicken soup. And we need more than chicken soup. We need beef jerky. Or turkey jerky, if you shun red meat. Or tuna jerky. That would be a quirky sort of jerky. But we need something to chew on, not just something to slurp. And chewing is hard work. Not all of us have the teeth for it yet. What am I suggesting? Practicing tough loveon yourself. Just because you dont like spending time studying the Bible, do it anyway. I dont care if the sports page or comics page is much easier to digest, read the Word first. Maybe giving up your own way is as distasteful to you as that green horseradish paste is to me; too bad. Practice doing it anyway. Perhaps in time, doing things Gods way will be more like second nature to you. If not, do it anyway. If the taste is just too bitter, ask God to help you swallow. No. Better yet, pray for new taste buds, the kind of taste buds that hunger and thirst after righteousness; the kind of taste buds that are trained to prefer the items on Gods menu. You want to acquire that taste. Lori Fiechter
#273 The Rock that Wont Roll"I will not." Those are Gods words in Hebrews 13:5. What is it that He will not do? When I looked up that passage in my Amplified Bible, I was struck by the force of this verse. Listen: "Let your character be free from love of money
The Greek is vehement in its three negatives before the verb. The verse is meant to comfort us, encourage us, and strengthen our faltering faith. Paul could be content in spite of his present state (Philippians 4:11); we can too, for the same reason: God will not fail us. He will not desert us, leaving us to our own devices. He will not leave us dangling like a tightrope walker who lost his balance. He will not wash His hands of us and walk away; no, not even when it seems He has. Not even when we cannot feel His presence, not even when our prayers seem to be gathering dusty cobwebs. This is something you must believe; for what good is it to have a God whom you cannot trust? Shake off your feelings and cling to the Rock that will never fail. You are not trusting in mere horses and chariots (Psalm 20:7), or money, or luck, or good health. You are trusting in the One who can never be shaken, in the One who remains when everything else on earth gives way. (Hebrews 12:27) He is your refuge in the day of personal earthquakes; we all have times when the earth seems to give way under our feet. We have been studying earthquakes, fault lines, and seismic waves in science. A major earthquake soon shows how weak most of our supports really are. How solid is that highway, that bridge, that house? The rock underneath is not as rock-solid as wed hoped. It is sliding around on a semi-liquid blanket of upper mantle. (The word for this is hypothetical jelly is "asthenosphere" Greek for fragile ball. The lithosphere" Stone Ball" is the crust on top. Impress someone today by using one of those in a sentence. Don't trip on your tongue.) But our Rock doesnt slip or slide on anything. He has Himself as support. He is, in a way that nothing on earth can claim. He is a Rock that does not weather, crack, or fall. You can build your hope on this solid Rock; He will never fail. Never. Lean on Him. Get used to leaning on Him before the earthquakes come. Lori Fiechter
#272 Peacocks Cant Talk WormThe reason that some of us cant see eye to eye is that our eye levels arent level. One is too high, the other too low; I call it the peacock/worm syndrome. I am sometimes high, sometimes low, but my tendency is toward pride; I dont really understand people whose main problem is doubt. They dont understand me, either. My problem is not that I dont know how much God loves me; my problem is that I tend to love my own comfort and self too much. Ive fallen for one of Satans schemes. The devil has several different bags of tricks; they arent new, but they are still effective after all these millennia. Hell either tell you how great you are or how worthless. You are sun or scum. He will play to your pride or your doubt. It doesnt matter, just as long as you are focusing on self instead of on God. I was once firmly in the "woe is me" camp so I understand the temptation to believe that if we hate ourselves, we must be very humble. No, that is a lie of Satan. He has a good handle on pride, it is his sin after all, but he has no idea about true humility. We are not worthy, but we arent worthless either. If Satan starts whispering "God is very lucky to have you on His side" or conversely, "God doesnt love you anymore; how could He after what youve done?" find appropriate Bible verses to stab at Satan. If he tells you how great you are, throw in Isaiah 40:22 about how we are like grasshoppers in Gods sight. If he says you have absolutely no redeeming qualities, remind him that Jesus has redeemed you anyway. It helps to have a sense of humor no matter which camp you are in. When you get too big for your britches, people are going to notice that your trousers are splitting. It is not an attractive look. If you are feeling overly pleased with yourself, it may help you regain perspective by exaggerating your importance. "Where will I put that Pulitzer?" "Really, now, I do believe Ive made the shrewdest deal since Jefferson bought the Louisiana Purchase." "Why, if Betty Crocker were a real person, shed be knocking on my door to get that recipe." Keep forcing more air into that balloonish ego of yours until it pops. Then you should feel properly sheepish. On the other hand, if you are feeling low, so low that youd have to get on a ladder just to crawl on your belly, console yourself with: "So, youve been picked on, overlooked, feeling unloved and unlovable. You are feeling like a drab house sparrow instead of a peacock. Nothing wrong with sparrows. As I recall, God cares about sparrows so much that He keeps track whenever one of them plummets to the ground. God still loves you and He is much smarter than all those other people anyway." In a family, you cant treat all members equally. I didnt say that you couldnt treat each fairly; there is a distinction. Some of us have a daily requirement for being whittled down (what are friends for?) while others need almost daily reassuring and lifting up (again, what are friends for?) It would be nice if we were all perfectly balanced, no realignment needed, but it doesnt work that way. Instead, we go to extremes, either thinking more highly of ourselves than we ought, or else castigating ourselves until we dissolve into a puddle of goo. The goal is to consider ourselves soberly, objectively. (Romans 12:3) The goal is to be neither a pompous, proud peacock nor a wretched, woebegone worm. As long as our primary focus is on self, either for good or bad, we cannot be of much use to God. If we focus instead on Him and what He would have us to do; on obedience, not outcome; the devil will have a harder time with his dart gun. That is, as long as you put down that mirror--right now--and grab hold of your shield of faith. Thats a good worm. (I didnt overlook you, Mr. Peacock. No need to get your feathers ruffled.) Lori Fiechter
#271 Dont Take Away my Alligator PieI thought of a nonsense poem that I used to read to my sons when they were small. The first verse went like this: "Alligator pie, alligator pie; (I will spare you the second and third verses regarding alligator
stew and soup. But I wish I could remember the author.) What is the hardest thing that God has everor could everask you to do? Im not talking about giving up alligator pie or chocolate or french fries. Im talking about letting go of your security blanket. I think that each one of us has a security blanket that we cling to, if not an outright idol that we guard in our heart. We wont give up that blanket without a fight. We dont mean to hold something back from God; we sing as heartily as anyone "I surrender all", but deep down we beg, "Just dont ask me to do that, Lord, anything but that." What is your "that"? I started to think about people in the Bible and some of the things they had to give up. I was surprised to find that every person I considered seemed to fit into this category of surrendering in faith--or in refusing to do so. You may be surprised to see yourself in a few of these examples yourself; human nature doesnt change much over the centuries. This list may seem long but Ive barely scratched the surface.
"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him." (13:15) Is our hope and trust in God greater than our fear of earthly trials and losses? Stoning him. Whereas we have a hard time forgiving a fellow brother or sister in Christ over an earthly trifle or misunderstanding. Maybe it truly is easier to be magnanimous in serious injuries than in slight ones. (See Matthew 18:23-35) In a different sense, when we repent and are converted, we too are leaving the familiar territory of the world and self for the uncharted territory of Gods kingdom. Lots wife failed in this test; she couldnt fully surrender that past life. When we are just escaping from Satans grasp, the desire to look back is a powerful temptation; indeed, that temptation is impossible to resist without Gods grace. If God places you in a setting that is hostile to your faith and beliefs, that is no excuse to go along with the crowd and "do as the Romans do." Perhaps, like Esther, you have been called into such an atmosphere for "such a time as this" to be a light and example. How many of us enjoy our little sphere of influence in the church so much that we relinquish our job with extreme reluctance? Perhaps we feel that we alone can do the job properly. Will they have to pry us out of office with a crowbar? (King Saul is in that category; he did not gracefully hand over the reins to Davidfar from it--even when Samuel told him that God had torn the kingdom from him and his descendants.) Maybe the hardest thing you would have to do is to publicly admit that you were wrong, that youve failed morally. Or do you fear more than anything being found out--that some secret sin or shame will be brought to light? (See John 3:20) This was just a small sample. Does it bring to mind any security
blankets of your own? What are you still clutching tightly with both hands? What do you
fear that God will ask you to give up? Trust Him; He is a loving God, full of goodness and
tender mercy. If He asks anything of you, it is not out of a desire to make your life
uncomfortable, but to draw you closer in fellowship with Him Lori Fiechter |