My writing is my escape. I don't entirely understand my own emotions and identity, so I don't expect others to entirely understand them either. However through writing I can work towards explaining myself, to others, and most importantly to myself. Often people will jump to conclusions and often I find myself wishing they'd give each other a chance to explain themselves. Now I have made myself that chance by creating this blog in which I will simply post assorted pieces of my works of writing. Some will be creative, others autobiographical, some may even be prophetic, all with display assorted perspectives that I have experienced throughout my life. Some of these perspectives I have discarded for other ones, or changed to create a more open minded worldview. My hope with this blog is to slowly build myself an identity by the feelings I felt while writing the pieces, and hope to convey to the people I share them with.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Who is Your Master?

A while ago I asked someone the question, "Are you a Christian?"
              In general his answer was that he believed that there was a divine host that wanted a relationship with him but he did not believe in attending church.  We talked for a little while why he didn't like church and I have to admit there was a lot of merit in his reasons. He says that he always got the impression that there was a sense of fakeness and judgment that comes with church. In a lot of ways I agreed with him. I have worked at a Bible camp for the last four years now and I would have to say that they were some of the best times of my life. I have made a lot of good friends at camp.  However, some of the people at camp that I spent many intimate hours worshipping with in the Chapel, I do not completely trust. Since coming to college I have made my fair share of mistakes, I am human, but I don't feel that all the people from camp are available for support because I feel like I would be judged by them, and that is not Love, that does not represent the God I believe in.  So that is where I can relate to what he said.
               In a lot of ways I really agreed with him, and I neither negated fellowship, or pushed its merits on him. What I did do, however, was thought of it constantly for days following that conversation.  I came to a conclusion as God gave me a vivid image of what fellowship really means, and I wish I had written it down immediately so it was as clear to you as it was to me, but I'll do my best now to recreate that image for you.

               When I am at church I have choices. I can come in, and sit down, or I can stand in the back. I don't have to talk to people, but I can also find friendly conversation wherever I turned if I wanted to.  During worship I can sing for all I am worth, or mumble the words.  During the service I can get as much or as little as I want out of the sermon. It does not matter to anyone but myself and God why I am there, it simply matters that I am.  There is no room for error when a person is in church (things change when leadership roles are considered but that is entirely for a different blog) as long as a person is in church there is chances of God working something in them.
               Everybody has different reasons for being in church. Some are there to worship God and be fed with the full intention of going back into the world and serving God for the week, church is their weekly progress meeting.  Some people attend church because they are lonely and simply need human contact. Some people attend church, and these are the people that run the danger of taking on leadership with the wrong motivations, because what other people think matters to them and they have the need to be seen in a good light.
                There is fakeness in the church, but it is not my place to point fingers, or place blame, conviction is not mine. That is judgment, and judgment is not mine to place on anyone.  That judging attitude is not Love. God says that it is nobody's place to judge another man's servant.  Everyone at church is a servant of God, whether they realize it or not, so I have been told to not place judgment on them, and they have been told to not place it on me. In the same token, I am not to worry about their judgment, I must look to God for everything. To God must I turn for judgment, conviction, validation, correction and forgiveness. Because he is my master, and no other besides him. Worrying about the judgment of others is giving them power over me, I am making their opinions my master. That is sin, that is adultery. GOD is my Master.

"Who are you to judge another's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. Indeed, he will be made to stand, for God is able to make him stand."  

                                                             ~ Romans 14:4

Thank God for a Good Day

             I've been having a tough time lately, that little squirrel in my head just keeps runnin' the wheel off the tracks and I'm having a hard time keeping up.  I wrote my General Agronomy final this morning, crammed for two hours in the library prior to the final and then went and let the information I'd crammed into my brain ooze back out onto the paper. I got the bonus question right, that much I know for sure.  (A big rancher and a little rancher are neighbours.  The little rancher is the big rancher's son, but the big rancher is not the little rancher's father. How is this possible?)
             Then I spent the day puttering in my room, I got a care package from the church I grew up in and it made me smile and feel very strengthened.  But then I had a nap, and I woke up not wanting to wake up, I didn't want to go out and face the world again. I dragged my butt to our review session with my Range and Forage Crops teacher, then I dragged my butt out to the barn.  I dawdled along, saddling my horse at a snail's pace.  Finally I lead her into the arena to warm her up.  Even though I said a prayer to God for help with my bad attitude and a plea for a good ride I was still in a foul mood. I'm always a little more focused and immediate with my training when there is less people around, so when Billy dropped her shoulder as I was longeing her around I lost patience and gave her a good snap on the rump with my rein.  It got her attention, she didn't like it very much, but I told her that frankly, I didn't care, I was sick and tired of her attitude and if I had to get over my bad attitude so did she.  I hopped on her and the little nag didn't even shy at a darn thing, sure she looked at some things and she sheepishly ventured to drop her shoulder in, but I put a stop to it with firm hands on the reins and a leg on her.
By the end of the ride she was picking up her right lead departures and moving around her circles collected nicely. I REALLY have to ride her going to the right, but once I focused she got the point, and it felt great!
                I don't know how the riding exam is going to go tomorrow, but at this point in time I'm not too concerned because my horse did good today and that is all a trainer should ever ask for or worry about. Besides, I know my pattern. I asked a friend for advice and he told me, "Just ride your horse. Don't think about it, just know what you have to do, and ride..."

So tomorrow I ride! And tonight? I simply thank God for a great day.