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7.09.2014

the Most Beautiful Hope in the world


"Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, 'Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain any more, for the former things have passed away.'

And he who was seated on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new.' Also he said, 'Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.' And he said to me, 'It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment. The one who conquers will have this heritage, and I will be his God and he will be my son.'"

- Revelation 21:1-7

6.17.2014

Real (In)Security Part I: Friendship Jealousy

There are so many things I have wanted to write lately, but I have been utterly distracted and unmotivated in the area of writing lately. I hate it. But today that changes, because today I was given a wise word from a friend. 

I was reminded that sometimes we need to press through our feelings of apathy in order to gain the higher prize that pushing forward brings. If we always wait until we feel better to do things, then we will be waiting for a long time. And so though I have not felt like writing lately, I have also had several things pressed upon my heart that I feel led to share. And so I push through the sluggish feeling.

I will soon be starting a blog series, perhaps the first official series I have ever done. The series will be a conversation about vulnerability and the dynamics of the array of relationships we have in our lives and as a sort of ‘appetizer’ to that I’d like to chat a little about female friendships, in particular this tendency that we females have towards jealousy.

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I was seated at a high-top table at the local Starbucks a few months back chatting with a dear friend about jealousy. I was frustrated with myself:

“She’s moved away, made lots of new friends and I just found myself being threatened and jealous because of that." I said to her. "Shouldn't I be happy for my friend?” I don't know what I was looking for. I just needed to say out loud the thoughts and feelings that were swimming around in my head.

My friend’s response to my confession was both humble and convicting in the most backwards way.

“I know!” she exclaimed, “I've felt exactly the same way! Why can’t we just be happy that our friends are happy and making new friends?”

We chatted a bit more, and later that week I ended up confessing my feelings to my friend over Skype:

“R...” I said to her.  "I don't want to be jealous of your newly forged friendships. I want to be happy for you. I don’t want to be selfish or insecure, I want to rejoice at the fact that you have people around you when I can’t be there, and even when I can! I want to rejoice at the fact that you are experiencing the fullness of community. But I was jealous, and I need to figure out why.”

R and I had a great chat that night about what friendship means and why growth, even of a community of friends, often involves growing pains. The most invigorating part of our conversation was that there was never a clarification of who was “highest” in the pecking order of her friends, mostly because she doesn't sort all of her friends hierarchically. Instead there was a clarification of value and investment in our friendship. That conversation helped set me at ease, but I was still frustrated that I felt jealous in the first place. Why would one woman ever be jealous of another woman's friends?

In his book The Four Loves C.S. Lewis tells a story that seems to explain the danger of this strange phenomenon (that even men seem to struggle with from time to time) more clearly:

“In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity; I want other lights than my own to show all his facets. Now that Charles is dead, I shall never again see Ronald’s [Tolkien’s] reaction to a specifically Charles joke. Far from having more of Ronald, having him “to myself” now that Charles is away, I have less of Ronald. Hence true Friendship is the least jealous of loves. Two friends delight to be joined by a third, and three by a fourth, if only the newcomer is qualified to become a real friend. They can then say, as the blessed souls say in Dante, 'Here comes one who will augment our loves.' For in this love 'to divide is not to take away.’”
It is beautiful to think that the more friends my dearest R will have the better I will get to know her because the more facets of her personality I will see. It is also a humbling and relieving thought to realize that as one of her many friends I am not her everything, nor do I have to be. 

But why am I jealous? I don't wish to be. I want to give this things that Lewis calls "true Friendship" freely to all my friends, especially to someone like R who is the closest thing I have ever had to a sister and is my kindred spirit.

So I prayed about it and talked with some people about it and this is what I have concluded: 
We women are very relational in nature and I believe that this aspect of our God-given nature can produce a divine ability to forge beautiful relationships. But most of us also share this tendency to get jealous. We tear one another down, we gossip and we compete for attention and affection. Why do we do this? As relational beings shouldn't we realize that jealousy is counter-productive to the growth of healthy friendships? 

Some people may chalk jealousy up to being a fruit of our relational nature. We are jealous because we want to protect our friendships. But after talking with several women about the subject I am now convinced that our jealousy is not the love-child of our “femaleness” and our territorial tendencies don’t really have anything to do with our relational nature.

Jealousy, more than anything else, is an issue of insecurity.

It may be a product of broken trust, negligence or a myriad of other relational blunders. But most often I believe that jealousy is a fruit of insecurity; it is a disbelief that who we are is enough - that we are worthy, valuable, likeable and good. We fear being replaced. In this world of throw-away everything we fear being tossed in the friend trash like yesterday’s leftovers. And this fear is often misplaced - our friends don't treat us like trash, but somehow we still believe that we are and so we self-protect. I think the reasons for our insecurity are as diverse as we as women are. But we shouldn't be this way because God created women as fierce, beautiful, helpful, caring, nurturing and audacious beings.* 

So here is a challenge for us. Let’s discover the roots of our insecurity. There is a different cause for each of us, through the help of a wise mentor I am just beginning to discover the roots of my own. But seriously, let’s figure this out and deal with it because every woman should feel the peace that comes with loving and accepting who she is; who God made her to be. But not only that, let’s do it for our friends, that we may bless them with the ability to enjoy the fullness of many friendships and the freedom to be fully themselves and because we as women were created to build relationships, not tear them down. If you're looking for a place to start, reading this might be helpful.

* For examples on women who are like this see the story of Ruth in the book of Ruth; Deborah in Judges 4-5; Rahab in Joshua 2 and 6:15-25; or Esther in the book of Esther, among others.

If you have a similar story of struggle with jealousy in friendships, please comment below or write to me at kait.jongsma @ gmail.com -  I would love to hear your story and be able to encourage you as you journey towards security in relationships!

3.17.2014

Abba

Dear Father,

I pray that the world would know You as Abba; that the fatherless children of this world would have a Daddy. That those who’s fathers are absent or abusive or negligent would know You as the ultimate Father, the ultimate caregiver who loves to give good gifts to His children. That they would be able to balance the notion of You being a God who is completely holy and righteous and yet completely loving and completely kind.

May we come to you unhindered. May we seek you without fear. May we wish to please you because we love you. And may we know that Your love holds no conditions, no requirements, no have-to's, no limits. It is free, complete, unconditional and here. It has not left us alone. You have not abandoned us.

Oh God, that we would see you through eyes unveiled, not with the tints and cracks our earthly fathers have given us but with real vision. Help us see through the things we have experienced here on earth and to taste Heaven. May we forever approach your throne of grace and be overwhelmed by your love.

Amen. 

1.29.2014

The Power of Words

I have been inspired lately by the teaching series at our lovely church on the Power of Words.

The words that have been spoken over us are powerful.  I was reading this blog post from Allison Vesterfelt about self-identity and it asked a very important question: where do you get the words you use to describe yourself from?

If you think about it, many of the words we use to describe ourselves are words that others have used to describe us. Words that have been spoken us, either positively or negatively. For one reason or another, though many words spoken over me have been words filled with love, sincerity, and thankfulness, I have always tended to focus on the negative. You’re stupid. You’re a liar. You’re annoying, weird, a little crazy. You're just plain not worthy of love.

And the strange part is that I'm sure more positive words have been spoken over me more often than the negative ones above. Some of those words were never even spoken by friends or family or any person in particular. They were just words that got stuck in my brain by some other negative spirit force out there.* And yet for some reason I have chosen to focus on them, rather than on all of the good things people (and my Father) think about me. And so often I wonder why I let the few bad things that have been said about me suddenly define everything I am. The negative spirit is winning.

Another one of my friends wrote this beautiful post about her body (it isn’t nearly as revealing as it sounds, but it sure is intimate). One of her points includes choosing believing what people say. Though that part of her “Bodies are Amazing” series has yet to be written , I would imagine that she will talk about believing the people who tell her that she is beautiful, and that they love her curly hair, and that her body is a blessing and not a curse.

My deal is not with my body. It is with my soul. With... well...  ME.

I have trouble believing that who I am is beautiful; that I should like my weird quirks instead of trying to be what somehow got defined as “normal;” that who I am is a blessing and not a curse.

Photo via (rachelraedotme)
But I am starting to believe these things. I can’t always pinpoint on exactly how. Part of believing is the wonderful help that comes in the form of good friends who speak beautiful words of truth about you. Allison in her post above talks about the importance of finding good friends. Another part of believing is that wonderful word called choice. You can choose what to believe, what words spoken over you to accept as truth. I can’t help but think of my best friend and one of her favourite phrases her mom taught her to say, "I don’t accept that." And you always say it a little indignant and with a little bit of rebellion. I don’t accept the negative words you choose to speak over me. I don’t accept your judgement of my inadequateness. And the things I do accept? All those wonderful words about me that have been poured out onto the pages of the greatest book ever written. 

I choose to believe what my Father says and to love the soul that is me.
May you choose the same for you.

*The devil is his name and lying is his game, my friends.

1.15.2014

Hi, my name is Kait and I am a self-protector

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12.19.2013

Sometimes Christmas isn't "the most wonderful time of the year" for everyone. But as Jamie "the very worst missionary" says, "Jesus didn't come to fix it all.  He came to be with us in it all." Christmas is a story of love come to earth. Check out her post on "The Fall of Christmas" here.

12.16.2013

The Advent of love


Recently I found myself listening to old Christmas carols, many of which speak of the coming of our Lord, and as I did so all the cliché sayings came to mind and I found myself asking, “What is the reason for the season, Lord?  Why is Christmas so important?”

As a child I had often wondered why Christmas was so widely celebrated and why the festivities surrounding it seemed so much more important than one of our other significant faith days: Easter. I often found myself wrestling with the idea that Christmas is important because it leads us towards Easter. Easter has always been my favourite holiday, and yet I wondered if really the heart of Christmas could only found in its ties to the death of our Saviour and redemption of all humankind. Or is there something more here, something unique to its meaning and significance that makes it the most widely celebrated holiday in both Christian and secular spheres?

Sometimes we have missed the mark. The anti-consumerists have often told us this. It’s about being with family and friends. It’s about spreading joy. It’s about peace.  And oh, it is so much about all those things, but I fear even the anti-consumerists have become too cynical and still missed the point. All of those things seem secondary when we consider the real reason for Christmas; the reason that we prepare for a single day with 4 weeks of anticipation.

Advent is this season of anticipation; our time of waiting. In Latin, the word is Adventus means “arrival” or “coming,” and it is in this word that we find the true meaning of Christmas.

Christmas is more than just the insinuator of Easter; it is more than just the first step towards the cross. Christmas in itself is about an arrival; an arrival of the greatest love our world has ever known. Christmas is about God humbling Himself to become as one of us; weak, feeble, vulnerable, physical... human. The God who is love came to earth. Christmas is about God incarnate. It is about love incarnate. Christmas is the beautiful story of a God who persistently pursues the ones He loves.

Sitting in the reading room at my college a few weeks ago I spoke this revelation aloud to a friend and though it sounded oh so cliché, talking about “what Christmas is all about,” I remember my heart feeling different. Because we all know that God loves us and draws us into a relationship with Him, but do we ever associate this with Christmas? Love as the true meaning of Christmas? Isn’t that better suited to St. Valentine’s Day? Joy, peace, harking heralds and decking halls – isn’t that more what Christmas is all about? But no, God shows us that it is absolutely all about love. By sending His Son He shows us that He will stop at nothing and spare no embarrassment to demonstrate His love for us. This is what makes Christmas such a joyous, peaceful and magical time. Tales of love always encompass these things.

That Jesus was called “Immanuel, God with us,” is no small thing. That God would make His home on earth as a tiny baby child is no negligible event. That love became incarnate is a big deal, the biggest deal. It is huge. It is enormous.  It is possibly the most important thing. Isn’t that why we celebrate Christmas with such cheery grandeur? Yes, it leads us to Easter; of course it is a season of joy, of peace and of generosity, but most of all it is a season of love. We spend time with our families and give gifts and eat coma-inducing meals. But those who have no families, or who have experienced deep hurts at the hands of loved ones; those who are poor and oppressed and starving, even they can experience the true meaning of Christmas. If Christmas is a season about the arrival of love then it can still be celebrated amidst sorrow, amidst pain, amidst poverty and loss because love transcends all of these. Love is what brings true joy and true peace and what moves us towards generosity. That is why we give gifts. Yes, perhaps the cynics are right and we have lost a bit of the essence of that. But it is my belief that it is not the gifts themselves that are the problem, rather it is the how and the why where we get a little lost.

And so maybe this Christmas, instead of getting caught up in the usual holiday trimmings or getting hung up on taking a stand against our cultures consumerism, let’s take a stand for love. May we aspire to become love incarnate to those around us. May we forgive old offenses and pursue our enemies with humble grace. May we offer hope for healing and unconditional thanksgiving. May we not be cynical or bitter because generosity, the pursuit of love, joy, peace, thanksgiving and providence: these are the reasons for the season. May we remember the story of Jesus birth and what it means, and may we remember that God pursued us while we were yet still His enemies and then be determined to do the same.

This Christmas, may we pursue the love of all humankind. ‘Tis the Season