I'm not perfect.

I'm not perfect
(period)
and I still don't know what that means.

Cause I've always been taught
that I'm not perfect
(comma)
but I'm striving for perfection.

but in that striving
is the constant need of progression
that if this time isn't better than last time
then I've failed in that progression

who fails in progression?

"be ye perfect for I am perfect"
"we all fall short of the glory..."

I don't know if I should "fall" or "be"

I think I'm somewhere in between

All my life
I've always been the one who "can do everything"

I never realized how disjointed I've become

I've done so much of
"learning from the past"
and
"planning for the future"
that I have no clue what to do "right now"

who am I...right now

can I deal with my imperfections....right now
can I be OK with them...right now

maybe I've become so obsessed with being perfect that I fail to enjoy being me.

because I'm not perfect
(period)
and I still don't know what that means

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God, why do I feel so inadequate? Why am I so afraid to be who I am? Besides the fact that I don’t know who that is… It’s funny, when I really think about it; fear has always been my strongest and most dependable emotion. In a sense, it has become my adrenaline. I don’t know why, but I can’t seem to separate who I am from being afraid. It’s not like I don’t have anything to say, but for the first time in a long time; I don’t know how to say it. I feel like every question I have is a stupid question and every answer isn’t a good enough answer and every comment doesn’t really contribute anything to the conversation. But what’s worse; I know that that way of thinking is wrong. I am fully “aware” that there is no truth to that, but it doesn’t make it any easier to walk out. I have become silenced by my own reality and how I see myself. 

God, I feel trapped. On one hand, there are so many ideas and concepts to explore about Theology and Culture and the Bible and Church and a million other things; and I get so excited about them. But my fear then becomes the fact that no matter how much research I do, or how many papers or articles I write, that I will never be able to come to a conclusion worthy of sharing amongst peers and especially not among professors. That no matter how many A’s I get; they will never be enough to qualify me. Maybe that’s why writing has become my first language. Maybe communicating through writing is my way of separating myself from anything “wrong.” Maybe it’s my way of dodging the looks on people’s faces when they don’t agree, or when I’m not making any sense, or when I stick my foot in my mouth. I know that none of this is true (in who you have called me to be) but it’s how I feel. How am I supposed to accomplish anything feeling and living this way?

Crapping in Public Places

This brings 'Honest Conversation' to a whole other level. This is not an article for the weak of stomach but I am going somewhere with this so please bare with me (I promise no pictures).

How many of us feel free to "crap in public places?"

I know I know, TMI. But allow me to use this metaphor in relation to church.

As a kid, I would always dread being out with family and friends and having to "go number 2" while we were out in public. For one, I would always get teased by my brothers and sisters. "Ewww, you're nasty!" "Can't you just wait till we get home?" The urge to "go number 2" in public was seen as a bad thing; an inconvenience. It took too long, and other people had to "deal" with it. It would be better for me to just "hold it in" until I got home and handled it in private.

(can you relate yet?)

I must admit, I was a bit traumatized by this. I found myself "holding it in" more often than not, and when I did manage to go, I felt ashamed for doing so. I dreaded those footsteps of someone entering the restroom before I left, and when they entered and were clearly disgruntled, I was quick to confess in some way "it wasn't me."

(how about now?)

As I got older, I realized how stupid my thoughts were. If people had to "go number 2" in a public restroom then why shouldn't they? Isn't that what its for? If it wasn't meant for people to go then why would they have the stalls to do so? Yes, it wasn't the nicest smelling thing in the world but do we really expect people to "hold it in" because we don't want to be inconvenienced for a moment?

(come on, you gotta connect some dots here)

Hopefully by now you were able to see where I am going with this. What if "crapping in public places" wasn't necessarily going to the bathroom but revealing a part of myself that wasn't so "Christian" to those in the church? Are there any relations between my fears of relieving myself in public to revealing myself in the church?

I think so.

If I may; allow me to "retell" my story in this context:

Being a new Christian, I always dreaded being with brothers and sisters in Christ and having the need to discuss things in my life that were considered "sinful" in church. For one, I would always get teased by my brothers and sisters, "You did what? I cant believe it!" "Isn't this something you should discuss in private?" The urge to speak on the things frowned upon in the church was considered a bad thing; an inconvenience. It took too long to sort out, and other people had to "deal" with it. It would be better for me to wait till I got home; these are things that should be handled in private.

(...)

I must admit, I was a bit traumatized by this. I found myself keeping silent more often than not, and when I did manage to speak on these things; I was ashamed for doing so. I dreaded the wrong person hearing about my "issues." When someone did hear it and was clearly offended, I was quick to separate myself from the issue: "I'm not talking about me, it's for a friend..."

(and again I say ...)

As I got older, I realized how stupid my thoughts were. If people need to talk about the "crap" in their lives in order to help them in their healing process then why shouldn't they? Isn't that what church is for? If it wasn't meant for people to go then why would they have the ministries to assist in this process? Yes, it wasn't the most "Christian" thing in the world but do we really expect people to remain silent about what ails them because we don't want to be inconvenienced for a moment? Are we not called to walk with people in this regard?

(things that make you go hmmmm...)

Comments?

The Gospel of the Artist

This blog is inspired by a presentation from Christopher Slatoff, an accomplished sculptor, on the perspective of the gospels through the eyes of an artist.

The gospel of the artist is an extremely important view of the gospel that I feel is just as marginalized as those who view the gospel through the lens of their gender, cultural, economical, or geographical backgrounds. I say this not to diminish or devalue the importance of those views, but rather to put a perspective on how the body of Christ views those who choose to reveal the Gospel through creative expression. The reason for writing this is not simply because I am a performance artist myself, but because I was so impacted by Mr. Slatoff's presentation and thus felt the need to speak, hoping that somehow my words will allow those who have yet to experience the chance to truly receive the revelation of Christ through art an opportunity to do so.

I see Mr. Slatoff's sculpture every time I'm on campus, yet I see something different every time. Once, I was walking out of class (I don't even really remember where I was going exactly) and as I passed the sculpture, I saw something that struck me to the core: I saw fear in the face of Jesus. I was so taken back that I stopped in my tracks. Surely I must be wrong; Jesus wasn't afraid of anything; He's Jesus! Every lesson of Jesus' fearless journey to the cross that I've ever heard came to my remembrance and I felt condemned for even thinking that Jesus could feel that way. But then I remembered Jesus at Gethsemane. How much He prayed "not my will but thy will."  Wait...Jesus had a will? He struggled with laying his down too? It was then that I realized why I saw what I saw: I was afraid. I was scared of going through the death process of letting what I thought I knew go. Yet here was Jesus, sharing my pain and achieving what I never thought I could do in and of my own power. Here was the good news in front of me, clear as day. Not only did Jesus understand where I was, not only did He know the way out, He was the way out! It was in that moment that Jesus met me in my fearful place with the good news. It was the gospel that I needed to hear, and it was done through art.

I wonder how many people pass by this piece of art and simply admire it for it's incredible level of artistic skill. I wonder how many people simply look at this work as someone who took their gift of art and only used it to honor God. It often amazes me how quick we are to limit the voice of creative expression. "Aw, that's nice, they're using their gift for God's glory." Again, I'm not saying this isn't the case, but how often do we simply use this one-sided mindset and rob ourselves of the gospel that is being presented to us through this expression? Artists don't make pieces to present to God for his approval. When an artist makes something, sings something, writes something, they are speaking to whoever will read or listen or see it. They are telling a story, usually their own. In the case of the sculpture, Mr. Slatoff is sharing his view of the gospel. He is speaking; preaching even! Shall we negate the truths being spoken simply because he is not behind a pulpit? God forbid!

In our New Testament: Gospels class (where the presentation was given) we learn that the gospels weren't written to simply satisfy our quest for a historical Jesus, but to express a truth about Him, to create a picture of who Jesus really is so that we might believe. John makes this evident at the end of his gospel when he states:

Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book. But these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in his name  (John 20: 30-31)

 To me, looking at the gospels is almost like looking at an incredible piece of art. When you look at a piece of art, (take the sculpture for example) it is obvious that there are clear, evident things happening within that piece (no one is going to walk up to the piece and say, 'look, someone shot Jesus'). Likewise, there are clear threads and events that are evident within the four gospels. However, there are also glimpses we get of art that are unique to every individual, based on their own experiences and perspectives. For me, it is also the same with the Gospels. Each gospel presents something different about Jesus and contributes a different piece to the puzzle (as illustrated in the blog "Eternal Rantings of a Sleepless Mind"). Through their gospels, we get a different glimpse of Jesus. It is when these pictures are placed together that we get a true feel for the depth of the gospel and a different light is shined on who Jesus truly is, the fulfillment of the promise to the people of Israel, and the redemption of the world.

Furthermore, I would like to argue that the church's blindness to the tremendous value of the gospel though creative expression only robs us of our chance to relate to God in the same way that we first encounter him; as Creator. In the beginning, God created... it is our obsession with our own intellect that steers us from the richness of art and it's ability to reveal God to us. If we are not stripping it of it's value in our education, our churches, or our concept of it being "purely entertainment," we are demonizing it, making it something far from God and thus a sin. I encourage schools and churches for embracing the arts as means of ministry and only hope that it can be viewed in a way that captures all of our senses, our learning abilities, and our hearts; leaving us completely open to receive what God has for us.

I would also like to add that the concept of revealing God's word through art speaks to the Gospel of John that states, "and the word became flesh and lived among us..." (John 1:14). It amazes me just how much of God's word I can see expressed in Mr. Slatoff's sculpture.

My hope is that we are able to allow the body of Christ the opportunity to experience God through creative means and likewise allow those with creative gifts to feel no shame in expressing them. That the church might be able to see God in a new way; meeting him in the beginning and walking in the image and likeness he had in mind for us when he stated, "Let there be light."