** Note. I’m running out of steam. So, in order to take a breather I’m reposting my favoritey favorite posts from my first 31 days series. They also actually fit my theme for this year.**
Originally posted 17 Oct 2012:
I’m over the hump and more than halfway done with 31 days! :-D
My brilliant idea to start my blog by jumping in with the Nester’s 31 Days linky seemed like a good idea at the time…
If I’m honest, writing a post every. single. day. has been exhausting. Not just because I have this self imposed deadline, but I’m still figuring out my blog and the direction I want it to take…
I prefer to be (*Note: “think I’m”) funny. I’m a deep thinker by nature and if I let myself dwell on serious issues all the time I’d be gloomier then Eeyore…
So I’ve kept things fun and practical so far, but the point of this 31 Days series is to help me find balance in all the extremely varied aspects of my life… and I feel the need to share my heart.
I recently caved and bought the book 7, by Jen Hatmaker. I have seen this book being discussed all over various blogs. (in)courage has also showcased it in their book club. I have purposely avoided this book because the topic is something that’s been tugging at my heart for years.
Live Simply so that others can Simply Live
The idea of living simply has been on my mind for a while now. I’ve read minimalist blogs and watched hoarding shows. While I am more predisposed to hoarding, something about living simply calls to me. We will never be a minimalist family. For one I’m the type that likes to be prepared… for everything. Seriously, I should have been a boy scout. Do they let girls in?
As a family we have moved 6 times in 7 years of marriage. Each time we’ve donated enough to single-handedly stock our local Goodwill. I’ve recently been on a serious mission to purge all. of. the. things. The Husband and I have an incredible amount of junk. And while we’ve donated thousands and thousands of things, even very nice things… it still has only been excess. We haven’t been sacrificial in our giving. This book really called me out in that area.
This is my favorite passage so far:
“I wondered if the American church was like well-mannered nice-talkers, sitting in a living room sipping coffee, talking about choir practice, while the world burns down outside our windows. While the richest people on earth pray to get richer, the rest of the world begs for intervention with their faces pressed to the window, watching us drink our coffee, unruffled by their suffering.
It’s just not right.
So I blubbered in front of 3000 women, bawling for the anguish of others and my own heinous disinterest, worried we were missing the point. I told the story about giving away my boots and asked if a similar moment wasn’t in order – not that shoes will change anyone’s life, but there is something spiritual and submissive about offering the shoes on your feet, the sweater off your back. It tells Jesus: I’m in.
It’s the engine behind this month of Seven: giving away is somehow sacred, connecting to the sacrificial heartbeat of Jesus. It’s as transformative for the giver as a blessing to the receiver. When God told us to give, I suspect he had spiritual formation in mind as much as meeting needs.
You might want to sit down.
Before I formalized this or offered any structure, women started pouring down the aisles, pulling their shoes off. They left jackets, Bibles, purses, diamond necklaces, wedding rings, cameras, iPhones, bags – I have never seen anything like it. Eventually, I just turned off my microphone as hundreds of women laid face down, sobbing, barefoot. The stage was covered in their offerings, falling onto the ground and taking over the room.
It filled 70 large moving boxes.”
– From Jen Hatmaker’s blog and the Book 7 An experimental mutiny against excess
I feel like I’ve been Punk-slapped. All the giving and getting rid of stuff was in no way, shape, or form, benevolence.
It was for me! It was all about me. My first thought wasn’t about the suffering, it was about me and my need of a quieter life.
Getting rid of clutter is an amazing way to simplify, but how pious was I to be so incredibly proud of myself for being so “sacrificial”?
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. (NIV- 1 Corinthians 13:1-3)
I’ve never realized just how selfish I am…
Would I truly leave the very shoes on my feet at the altar and walk home barefoot in the rain?
Would I show Jesus I’m all in?
… (To be Continued)
To Read Part Two Click Here
To Read Part Three Click Here