I've
been doing a lot of things lately with the potential to throw me
under the guilt bus. Writing a sermon this week on “The Gospel for
the Weak.” Reading Jen Hatmaker's Interrupted. Re-reading
her book, 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess. Seeing
Baltimore. Can't really write this sermon without walking through
Baltimore. Mentally. Going through all my summer clothes and
realizing how many I have. Just after posting on Facebook that I have
no summer clothes that fit and no money to buy any more. Both lies.
Ugh.
Now
before you lecture me on the finer points of why we should not feel
guilty (or why we should), please note that I have finally developed
a pretty good sense of when guilt is from Satan and when it's
conviction from God. I know the former is about as necessary to my
life as putting tapioca pudding in the gas tank would be necessary
for my car.
Yes, storms can be a little crazy. |
But
holy conviction is good. It's painful as heck, but it's good. At
first, you feel constricted and buffeted, like a tornado is
approaching, and you can feel the vacuum created before the storm.
But then, giving in to the wind, you get lifted on it and taken to
new places. Good places you didn't imagine gong before and aren't
sure you would have gone on your own. Holy conviction is
emancipating.
And
that's what I'm feeling.
All
this to say, my middle daughter and I have decided to go through the
book 7 again. We did it as a family a few years ago. The
premise of the book is that our lives are too full. Packed full. Full
of things we don't need that suck the life out of us, not to mention
the compassion. So sometimes, we need to take stock of those things
and jettison large portions of them, at least for a time. One hopes,
it becomes a way of life.
- Food.
- Clothes.
- Possessions.
- Media.
- Waste.
- Spending.
- Stress.
The
seven things we're going to, once again, narrow down in an attempt to
focus our lives on . . . on what? Just having less? No, that would
not be sustainable as a motivation. On feeling the “enoughness”
of God. On growing closer to knowing His heart by cutting out the
things that distract us from it. Things that we amass all around us
that we don't realize are choking our spirits.
Because
they feel so good.
I
want to know, not just esoterically believe, that God is enough. [tweet this].
Then, I want to let that hurricane wind blow me wherever it will in
its holy conviction about what I own, or what owns me. About how I
spend my time and money, or how it spends me. Sometimes, I am tired
of being spent. [tweet this].
Join
me in going wherever the wind blows? I'm so ready.
“The
wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound.” (John 3.8)
This
month, we're eating only seven things. That's correct. Seven things.
For me, it's chicken, fish, eggs, tomatoes, bananas, rice, and
strawberries. Limiting? Yes. But for a girl who hates cooking? Well,
there are some perks there. We'll talk about it more.
Already,
though, there is freedom. Shopping? A breeze. Cooking? No time at
all. Focus on things other than how much food we have, how to use it
up before it goes bad, what we “need” from the grocery store, and
what to make that is at all interesting when I have about as much
interest in cooking as I do in body piercing? None. No need to expend
any energy on food. At. All. I love it. What are we learning? How are
we changing? Stay tuned.
You
can read about the experiment in more depth here.
You
can even purchase the book 7 here. Then, let's keep each other on
track with encouragement and talk about what we're learning. At
least, this month, I'm learning to cook chicken and eggs. A lot. (And asking myself the question--are they really the same thing? So, should they only count as one thing? This is important wrestling, people.)
You have just reinvented the bachelor food plan. Take it one efficiency step further by eliminating all plates, utensils, and napkins. Graduate to clothing by only wearing briefs, shorts, and t-shirts (Best in California). Now you only do one load of laundry every two weeks. About that television.....
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