Standing Naked Before God and Not Worrying About My Thighs…

You know, once upon a really, really long time ago… we were strolling through a garden, naked and unashamed (Gen 2:25).

It’s how we were designed. I don’t mean we were designed to be naked… although if original sin had never entered the world I wouldn’t be spending nearly as much at Target and Old Navy. But we were designed to not feel shame or be self-conscious about our bodies. Our bodies were created for pleasure and function. Not obsession and scrutiny.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. Not just because I’m on a diet. But because I started trying to get healthy again. This time it’s more about feeling good… more about health than image. Don’t get me wrong… I’m female and with that comes wanting to look good. It’s what we do. And I truly believe that it’s part of how we were created – wanting to be desired and admired. Male and female alike require this – it just manifests itself a little differently in the genders.

My point to all of this isn’t really a new subject. There are many campaigns out there that are trying to rectify our media-skewed body image dysfunctions. I appreciate that there are people like Dove who are running a Real Beauty Campaign. But the problems here, is that we are once again, letting the media tell us what is beautiful. I mean, at least they’re sort of on the right track… but if you consider yourself a follower of Christ – think about this for a moment:

We are all created in His image.  All of us. ALL. Of. Us. This fact, is one of the reasons I love traveling to strange, exotic locations. When I stood next to a woman in the Maasai Mara (see photo below) I thought about how we were both made in God’s image… I couldn’t help but think, “God! What must YOU be like?” My idea of who God is expands. He is no longer in my North American box. On most days, I think of him as a white, middle class suburbanite… but He so, so far from that it’s mind boggling.

So that said, when it’s time to focus of how I view my body and my self-image… I need to step away from the media – good or bad – and take a look at God. I need to gaze at Him awhile. And I can do that through scripture for understanding His character. But I can also look around at creation and try to find those who are the most “unlike” me… and let my idea of who He is grow. And then, and only then, can I truly accept who I am and how I am created.

Yes, I’m still on a diet. The reality is that, thanks to the fall of man, there are calories that like to plant themselves firmly around my waistline.  So in order to be healthy and to be able to be as active as I’d like to be – I must do something  to counter-act that. But I also need to not make it an idol and to not judge my value or worth based on appearance or even ability.

And when I catch myself doing that… and I will because I’m human… and female… I need to take a deep breath, step back… and gaze at our great Creator for awhile. Which is much more appealing than looking in a mirror.

desensitivity

Desensitivity really isn’t a word… but you’re gonna have to deal with it because I’m frustrated.  I don’t really like using my blog as a means of venting or being uber-negative.  But I’m about to make an exception.

Maybe it’s because I’m pissed-off frustrated at cancer. It’s wreaking havoc on my sweet mama’s body and she means the world  to me and I take this very personally. She got bad news again today, about her health. And it’s making it all real again. And then, cancer is wielding its evil sword through my friend Chris Kent’s body and making this incredibly strong, talented, vibrant man weak and in constant pain and I adore him and his family and I am not happy about this.

So I come home and flip the tv on… trying to numb my head from over-thinking for a few minutes. And I am appalled at the news. But not because there’s such bad news, which there is (the tsunami in Japan dominating the headlines). But because of the glib way that the horrific stories are being addressed (thanks Channel 4 news for 30 minutes of the tackiest news delivery I’ve seen in a long time)…

First, the all-too-familiar photos and video footage of the devastation in Japan are scrolling across the screen. Then the news desk says, let’s show you some great new technology… as they show us before and after pictures of the catastrophe. “Look, before the tsunami… neighborhoods in tact… slide the lever and after – poof… it’s gone! The destroyed neighborhood!”  Really? Poof?

On that note they transition to: “Nashvillians express concern that an earthquake will bring similar damage as to what Japan has suffered… because we have nuclear power plants, too.” Really Nashvillians? That would be one honkin’ tsunami to reach us from FLORIDA! Good filtering Channel 4… must we advertise everything Nashville thinks?

Transition to :”Today was the first time in 25 years someone has died while working on the space shuttle. An engineer fell to his death (no name or acknowledgment).  But Kennedy Space Center says the death will not affect the Endeavor’s scheduled launch.” Oh, good thing – cause I was worried for a minute that they were gonna waste time grieving and honoring the engineer’s family for his service.

Cut to a close-up of a badly taken photo of the MTSU student who was stabbed to death in her dorm Monday. No real news or updates, just mentioning again that she was stabbed and the trial will start soon. Sorry grieving family… we know you lost your daughter so tragically. We just like to keep showing her face.

I realize that none of this spin is new. I’m pretty confident that it’s affecting me so much because I’m already feeling vulnerable and shaky about my personal world around me.

So bear with my ranting… or join me. But I think we need to regain our sensitivity and not treat these things as “news” or “causes” but as tragic effects of the fall of man. And grieve accordingly.

Thoughts?

our senses

Today I had lunch with a gentleman named Ben, from Cameroon, West Africa.  He is a professor at Austin Peay University and speaks six languages.  I asked him if we could stick with English for now.

We talked about a lot of things over our Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwiches. We discussed travel and all the countries where he has lived and the fact that I was one of the first Americans that he has encountered who has been to several African countries. He said most Americans he has met have made that one trip to Africa and that’s all they needed… to say they’ve done it. He said that he was amazed that I knew Cameroon was in West Africa. (I won’t go into my frustration with our lack of knowledge of the world outside of the United States – that’s another blog entry.) He was shocked to hear that I want to return and see as much of Africa as I can. He looked at me as if I was a puzzle he couldn’t figure out. I’ve seen that look before.

We discussed the idea that no matter how much you read about a country or study its topography and indigenous people….you cannot know the country until you visit. You cannot smell the country in text books. You cannot taste the country in a brochure. You cannot feel a country’s textures until you are there and run your hand across its surface. It was a beautiful conversation.

And then Ben made a statement that has resonated with me the entire day. He said that he tells his students something very similar when it comes to focusing on their studies. The ability to focus does not mean that you try to get your mind to see and concentrate on just one thing. But that you take that one thing and get all your senses to engage it. How does the object or lesson make you feel? What do you hear it saying to you? If you can’t touch it, how does it touch you? How are your senses engaged?

Anyway, just wanted to share this with you even though I’ve not come up with a conclusive hypothesis. It’s just that I am pondering how this affects the many areas of my life. My ability to focus at work, my Biblical studies, worship, my listening skills, my being present in relationships.

Does this resonate with you? Where in your life do you need/want to engage all your senses?

Hints of New Life

Now, I realize it’s only the middle of February and not even close to being Spring. But this past weekend’s warmer weather dove-tailed one of the coldest blizzardy Winters I’ve ever experienced… and it was enough to get me longing for  balmy breezes and tulips and the wild bunnies that mysteriously appear in my backyard every March.

I’m reminded of my friend William Mwizerwa from Rwanda, who when asked how he and his family got through tough times in Africa, simply replied, “We keep our eyes on eternity. On the promised land where we will one day live. On the new life we will one day have”.

I’m in no way comparing a harsh Tennessee winter to the hardships of Rwandans. But I caught myself looking for hints of Spring this morning… in hopes it would carry me through the inevitable late-March winter-blast that’s sure to renegade through Nashville at least once more… and be reassured of the new land and the new life to come.

Here is how Spring dropped a few hints my way this morning:

• The sweet onion grass is popping up in random spots throughout my straw-like yard.
• The squirrels are hyper… very hyper.
• The birds were loud at 6am… very loud.
• I got to the office 15 minutes earlier because I didn’t have to scrape snow or ice off my car.
• There was an extra pep in my step this morning.
• My street was dotted with joggers, dog-walkers, stroller-pushers and cyclists.
• I did not wear a coat to work.
• My living room was flooded with light at 7am.
• Johnny was wearing shorts with his requisite hoodie.
• There is a large hoot-owl’s winter nest high up in my backyard tree – which two squirrels were dismantling. There may be war on N. 16th Street very soon.
• I saw at least six of my neighbors having coffee on their porch.
• It is SIXTY-THREE degrees!!!!!!!!!!!!

What hints of new life are you seeing?

The Contributor

Every morning, without fail, I see him. Smiling, waving… humbly manning the corner with a yellow sign around his neck that says, “New Edition. $1.00″.

With. Out. Fail.

I’ve seen him there determined to ignore the blistering sun that leathered his face and soaked his donated t-shirt. I’ve seen him standing diligently while snow fell in haphazard piles on his tattered beanie and worn shoulders. I’ve seen him stand relentless in his makeshift rain slicker (aka a large trash bag with head and arm holes cut out – and a Kroger bag tied do-rag-style to protect his head).

I have to say… I’m really impressed.  So why did it take me until today to roll down my window and thrust a few bills in his direction? He merely leaned in through my passenger window and handed me the “new edition” and said, “Thank you ma’am… God bless you”.

“You’re welcome”, I said nice and awkwardly. “Wait! What’s you’re name?”

“Oh, um… Johnny. I mean, John. Well, okay… call me Johnny”.

“Okay Johnny. You’re doing a great job. I mean, I like seeing you here every morning. You’re pretty faithful.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

Johnny. I bet if I’d known his name I would have bought a paper long before today.

I’ve seen a lot of these vendors around town. But I’ve felt loyal to Johnny because he’s just at the end of my street… the corner of Eastland and 14th.  It’s a pretty good corner. The only 4-way stop in a busy avenue that feeds most of the neighborhood into the main boulevard. Johnny is a smart entrepreneur.

I guess my hesitation stemmed from some lingering skepticism that they were no different than the folks standing on the corners with “Will Work For Food” signs. Accept these guys (and gals) are already working. This is their job. And for many of them, like Johnny, who may have mental or other disabilities… they’re not finding any other options. But don’t get me started – that’s a whole other blog.

I’m actually enjoying the paper. According to an article in The Contributor the folks standing on corners with papers are vendors.  They purchase the newspapers for .25 cents each and sell them for $1.00. They’re allowed to keep all proceeds plus tips. So, yes… please tip.

Anyway, if you have one of these vendors in your neighborhood… please take a moment and a few dollars and help employ someone who has otherwise been deemed unemployable. And ask their name. Knowing their name will make all the difference.

Grounded…

It’s Sunday morning and I’m writing this from my cozy green couch. If you know me, you know how significant a statement that is… considering the crazy travel schedule I’ve had the last 6 years.

Last Saturday, I grabbed a last minute lunch with a couple of friends at the Grilled Cheeserie truck that comes to East Nashville on weekends. We were sitting there slurping our gooey cheesey sandwiches when my friend Duane stopped mid-bite and said, “Wait! It’s Saturday! And I’m eating lunch with Debbie Barnett!” It’s a very good thing.

The number one question people are asking me is, “Are you going to miss traveling?”

Yes and no. What I love about traveling is discovering new places, seeing a world of people out there who are just like me and who are very different than me. Experiencing different cultures within our own country is fascinating. We Americans are such an eclectic people! More than anything, I love traveling abroad. It helps me see that this world is both awfully huge and quite small. The vastness of this world becomes evident when you climb on a plane in an all-familiar Nashville, TN  and some 18 hours later you step off into some wild, untamed place like Addis Abba, Ethiopia. But it’s that very thing that makes the world seem so small… because it’s all so attainable.

Anyway, that part of travel I will miss. But here’s a list of what I WON’T miss:

• being stranded in yet another airport due to delays, cancellations weather and incompetence.
• being lovingly frisked by TSA agents every few days
• having constant jet-lag and a body that has no idea what time zone its in
• swollen ankles & fingers from being 35,000 feet in the air several times a week
• missing yet another friend’s wedding, birthday, dinner party, graduation, etc
• feeling like a visitor in my own church
• conversations back home that always with, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

And here’s a few things I’ve discovered that I LOVE about being grounded (or not traveling for a living):

• having a regular sleeping pattern
• being home on weekends when everyone else is off work as well
• my mailman now recognizes me and waves
• not eating “out” for every meal and getting to cook more
• being able to say “yes” to invitations
• my plants don’t die
• discovering the meaning to “Thank God It’s Friday”
• not having to “catch up” with close friends because we stay caught up.

Don’t get me wrong… I loved what I was doing these last 6 years and see it as such a gift. But suffice it to say… I’m loving the adjustment and thank God every day for the amazing life He has given me.  But I’m happy for the change and ready to embrace a new way of of living it for now. And who knows what the future holds? But I know that He holds me… so I will just hang on and enjoy the ride.

2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 3,200 times in 2010. That’s about 8 full 747s.

 

In 2010, there were 13 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 66 posts. There were 35 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 5mb. That’s about 3 pictures per month.

The busiest day of the year was July 7th with 384 views. The most popular post that day was why am i still single, you ask?.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were twitter.com, facebook.com, hootenannie.com, and lindseynobles.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for focus, debbie barnett, churro machine, mannequin modeling, and panda bear.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

why am i still single, you ask? July 2010
25 comments and 2 Likes on WordPress.com

2

About: What I’m Thinkin’… November 2009
1 comment

3

a little too personal… October 2010
1 comment

4

Bittersweet… December 2010
3 comments

5

The Temptation To Be Relevant August 2010
6 comments