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Passivity: Take Two


After reflecting on what I wrote first, I found a flaw
Yes, a flaw.

There a different types of passivity. All which I dislike. However, someone can be active in one area and passive in another.

Let's discuss my family.
I said, "my mother was active, my father was passive."
Yes. In having to do with discipline, this is true.
But emotionally, they were both passive.
I wasn't the most outgoing child.
A lot of times, I kept to myself.
I stayed in my head; alone with my thoughts.
I was a depressed little child and I was very private.
I felt completely invisible.
People want to be seen.
People want to be fought for.
People want to be noticed.

It's true, perhaps they don't want to talk about it.
Perhaps they really don't trust that you care.
But the fact that you noticed means a lot.
But how would they know unless you said something?
I was invisible.
Sometimes I still feel invisible.
There's a lot of pain in this world.
There's a lot of hurt.
But I think Acknowledgment of that hurt and pain
Is the First step.
People need to know that they are noticed.
But many times people never ask.
For a variety of reasons, they don't ask.
And the person continues in life
Thinking they are invisible.
They believe no one sees and no one cares
And it's reenforced by passivity.
No one speaks up on their behalf.
No one does anything.

I had an overwhelming desire as a child to be known.
In youth group.
At home.
In class.
To be known.
But I was unable to talk about myself: I didn't think anyone cared to hear.
Questions were the catalyst for me to open up.
Yet, not many ever asked.
Perhaps they didn't care to.
Perhaps they believed I would open up when I was ready.
Perhaps they didn't notice.

My parents never asked.
My mom noticed things were wrong with me.
I know this because we've talked about it now that I am more talkative.
She never knew how to deal with me.
She never knew how to make me open up.
So instead, she left me alone, in a sense.
She was with me, around me, loved me, but she never asked.
Maybe once in a while a "what's wrong with you?" would surface
But never a "you look sad today, what's the matter?"
Sometimes I would lie.
Sometimes I would say "nothings wrong"
But she knew I was lying.
She never called me on it.
She allowed me to do what I wanted.
Perhaps that's the right thing to do.
Perhaps it is my own fault that I lied.
I know today, I try very hard not to lie in this manner, because I do only have myself to blame if people believe me.
But what about others?
What about children?
I believe every person has a desire to be known.
I believe that people who want to be known but can't get it for themselves, leave hints.
Many times these same people will sabotage/contradict these cries to be seen.
You know these students: the hard ones, the intimidating ones, the silent ones, the lying ones, the fake ones, the downcast ones, the closed ones.

They simply want acknowledgement
Yet, because they are difficult, they are many times overlooked.
I've found that being straight forward, heals a lot.
The truth is a beautiful thing.
To call a person out on their sabotage, on their contradictions, on their closed off-ness, shows that you've seen it.
That you've taken the time to notice.
And after you've been blunt, and still come back; that's when you've built a bridge.

You've stripped away their mask and their attempt to hide.
You've told them you see them and you care.
And even if they snub you at first, the fact that you've come back, means the world.
The consistency is key.

In youth group, there were only two leaders that ever knew my name.
These leaders were on a missions trip with me, and got to see me.
In youth on wednesday nights, I never had a leader come up and talk to me.
I was quiet, I was shy,
And I was hurting.
There is something about remembering a person's name that is powerful
There is something about remembering a person's face that is uplifting
There is something about including people that is moving
There is something about acknowledgment that is healing


Passivity has many general forms
But it means

accepting or allowing what happens or what others do, without active response or resistance

Sometimes I believe being active in another person's life is resisting the very things that the persons says they want
I believe fighting for a person is sometimes fighting that person

When I was in junior high, I had to take a stupid class with my mom on parenting teenagers.
She's told me many times that she believes we were in that class for perhaps one phrase that changed her view of parenting teenagers.
Roughly, the idea was that during an argument or discussion or full on fight, a teenager may say very ugly and mean things. They may say "I hate you" or "You're a tyrant" or any number of generalized extremes.
But the key is to disregard the actual words the child is saying and to discover what they really mean. They are saying something that is significant, but the meaning has to be discovered because it is covered by emotion. So when they say "You're a tyrant I hate you" they may be saying, "I need to be with my friends sometimes and I feel like you don't trust me because you give me no freedom." As a parent, if you only listened to the words, you would feel disrespected, hurt, and offended. The problem would never be solved. But since teenagers are not yet able to express themselves in mature forms, we as adults who are more developed, must translate for them in order to solve the problem
I believe this principle should be applied to Christians.
I don't believe it is right to take anyone (non-christian especially) at face value.
{This is generally meaning, don't assume that you know}
Because of walls, because of cultural differences, because of silence, because of hurt, people are saying words that only hint at their real meaning.
It is our job to read between the lines. Our job is to go deeper than words, down to the heart.
By God's grace and power, we need to truly see people.
We need to look beyond the words, the attitudes, and the masks, to see what's really going on.
Christ saw into the inner man.
He saw the Pharisees for what they really were,
and he saw the Samaritan woman for what she really was.
And he called it out.
He didn't allow them to stay comfortable.
He didn't allow them to hide.
And that's when change happened.
The status quo was destroyed.
Something new HAD to happen.
He was Active.

We need to see.
We need to call it out for what it is.
We need to make people a little uncomfortable.
We need to shake things up.
We need to be people who are Active.
We can't settle for the Status Quo.

Ms. Dana


Ok Ms Dana!

So I was chewing on this whole, intimidation/fear/shy/whatever thing I feel towards people sometimes and since I like writing and you seem like a procrastinator (sometimes) you may enjoy reading my random thoughts as I work this through. If you're busy, read this later; it's for pleasure, not for work. Use it as a break from....anything that you need a break from, I suppose.

Talking with you today was the first time I had really thought about my feelings/attitude toward Elyse for a while, and I've continued for a bit right now. Here are some of my thoughts (written as I think, not as an academic essay).
So I'm just gonna give you the whole truth as I've begun to understand it. I feel very protective of Elyse, actually. I really care about her, and it matters to me what happens to her in her life. I feel much closer to her than I believe our relationship warrants, and I think that makes me insecure of what to do or how to be. This may be in part because Colby (one of my best friends, and her ex-boyfriend) talks very highly of her, because my own experience with her makes me like her, or maybe a dozen other reasons I am unaware of. Either way, I care a lot about her, and I will probably care about her life long after I leave being around her. What's funny is that because of this, I don't know how to act, since I KNOW we don't have a relationship. So if I could bless her life anonymously, that would be my favorite option. I actually have significant things for her, to help bless her, but I don't want to give it to her outright because I really have no reason to care as much as I do. I would very much just like to put it in her mail box and leave.
But this is not the first time I felt this way towards a person. Especially in Master's, I would see guys and girls all the time who I would have very strong ties to and concern for, but may have ZERO relationship with them. And forever I will care what happens in their life, and I would do anything to make sure they succeed. There was one boy, Brock, who I saw on a trip our Master's did. For some reason, I "saw" him and I've always cared for him, prayed for him, and believed in him. When he ended up coming to Master's, I watched him, cared for him like he was family, but never had the opportunity to build a relationship with him (since guys and girls have a no-dating covenant their first year in Master's which pretty much limits contact with the opposite sex to zero). But even now, two years later, it really matters to me what happens to him. I still pray for him, still believe in him, and still really care about him. Something the other day made me think of him, and I almost sent him a message over facebook just to encourage him; I decided against it (so far) because, like I said, I have zero relationship with him. So I've been praying for him instead.
It's like I have "favorites," or God just ties my heart to specific people, that no matter if I ever talk to them, or if they hurt me, they will always have my loyalty and my care. Those people will always be a part of MY family, but I am not (always) a part of THEIR family, if that makes sense. Sometimes I get the privilege of really impacting, pouring into, discipling, encouraging, supporting those people that God allows me to "see." And I am free to express my concern/care/encouragement whenever I please or they need. However, with those that I don't have a relationship, but still feel this strongly toward, I think I get a bit confused. I do this too with friends of friends (example: I feel strongly towards one of Faitth's guy friends because he is a huge part of her life, but he has no clue who I am!). I feel like I can talk to them like I've known them forever, but in reality, I am a stranger to them. There was one guy I met in hobbs when I went to visit, I had never met him before that trip but after a few hours of watching him, I knew him like the back of my hand. God even told me to encourage him, which I did at length. When he came to school this year, he acted rather strangely towards me. I thought maybe I had offended him or made him feel uncomfortable (which would make sense due to the nature of our lengthy deep conversation we had 5 months before where I basically read his mail) due to his body language. So I asked him about it. Turns out he didn't even remember who I was! How awkward! And yet it was slightly relieving, I was kinda glad he didn't remember. So, although I still care about his growth and maturity, I know that (unless I feel led to say something specific) I really have no grounds to be as comfortable/chummy around him as I would be naturally inclined to do. Obviously, I'm still friendly and polite if I see him, but I don't expect him to treat me as a friend- we aren't; we are strangers really.
Maybe that's why I use cues from other people to gauge how to act. "I've met you once and I know a bit about your family. Does that mean we are friends? Acquaintances? Strangers? Were you just being polite and humoring me with answers, or did we actually connect and have a foundation to build a relationship off of? Do you make eye contact with me? Wave? Say hi back? Do you even remember my face? Should I even care? Uhhh forget it! Too much work, I'll just do whatever I feel like, when I want"....and all of this goes through my head so automatically that I don't usually even notice I do this unless I think about it (like now).
So that's my book. I hope it's been an entertaining jaunt into my mind and a much needed break from reality. This will probably go into my journal now for future reference because this is all new.


Mmmmk, that is all
Emilie

Passivity


passive |ˈpasiv|adjective1 accepting or allowing what happens or what others do, without active response or resistance : the women were portrayed as passive victims.Chemistry (of a metal) made unreactive by a thin inert surface layer of oxide.(of a circuit or device) containing no source of electromotive force.(of radar or a satellite) receiving or reflecting radiation from a transmitter or target rather than generating its own signal.2 Grammar denoting or relating to a voice of verbs in which the subject undergoes the action of the verb (e.g., they were killed as opposed to he killed them). The opposite ofactive .


Passive. Active.
Accepting or allowing what happens or what others doWithout Response Without Resistance

When the subject UNDERGOES the action... the opposite being "active" when the subject DOES the action...
So...active or passive?
My dad was a rather passive man; my mom was very active.This became troublesome to me in my youth.I feel it now, sometimes, with people.They will allow me to do what I please without resistance or response.Even if I am wrong in doing it.Even if I KNOW I am out of line.Yet there is no responseThere is no resistance.Generally, I am good at keeping myself in line.But sometimes my mood changes; sometimes circumstances change.I change, but it doesn't seem like people notice.Which is fine.It's better if they didn't notice.
But then I find that they do...notice.I find that they have been...affected.But they said nothing.They didn't respond.They didn't resist.Passive.Maybe, they would say something.Maybe, they weren't ready yet.Maybe, they were just waiting to see....Maybe
What makes this passivity, I wonder?Fear?Indifference?Wonder?Respect?
My father was passive; my mother was active.I know there are things that confused my dad; hurt him even. But he never said a thing.My mother saw changes; saw things that may not be right. But she called it out for what it was; ask about it; stopped it. She changed things; clarified things.Active leads; Passive allows.
Sometimes passivity or activity is something that's taught.It is learned; it is part of one's culture.
But I for one want to be an active person.Internal Locus of Control.Internal Locus of Responsibility.I am not a victim of FateI am not a victim of PeopleI am not a victim of SocietyGod shapes my FutureAnd He is a good GodHe is the only one to FearYet, perfect love casts out the fear that is unhealthyRespect and Reverential "fear" is all that's leftWith God, I can make a DifferenceWith God, I can Change thingsI don't have to allow itI can resist

I am disappointed when I find that people noticed change, and it bothered them. But they were silent.Eventually, I notice it too. I wish I didn't have to be the one to talk first, although I was not the first to see. I wish the people that could influence wouldn't stay passiveI wish people would Speak upStand upChange things.
I wish they would Resistor at least bring it to light for discussion
I am always encouraged by people who see needs and are moved to change things.Taking the intiative.To fight for what's right.To protect the weak.To stand up for truth.
I wish we wouldn't AllowI wish we would ResistI wish we would Influence
I wish we would CARE

The Fruitless Life


This is a vent, just so you know. So I've been doing quite a bit of soul searching for a little while now, with the focus in the area of evangelism. How do we do it? How do I do it? There is a lost and dying world, and what am I doing about it? Is my life bearing fruit?
Now when I search for answers, I am much more aware when people speak on the topic. I open myself up to really hear what they have to say because they may have the key to what I am searching for.
However, with this, the more I hear, the more confused I become. It seems that each teacher has a different perspective on the way it should be done, or even the way JESUS did it.
I am growing to hate messages that push evangelism simply because I feel so thoroughly confused afterward. Some people seem to take the "in your face" approach (which I am not really able to do), others take the "relational" approach (which would be fine, but I seem to make no impact in my friendships for Christ). Others take the "felt need" approach (perhaps that one will work, and as a Social worker I may get that opportunity, but if I'm in a secular organization, we aren't allowed to talk about Christ. So if their felt need is taken care of but they still don't come to Christ, what good did you do?).
All I know is that one of God's highest priorities is to seek and save the lost. That should be MY highest priority then too. And yet, my life is fruitless. Yes, fruitless. I feel the weight of the lost, and yet I seem incapable of bringing them the Good News. Awesome.
So the speakers talk about GOING! Isaiah wasn't called, he volunteered! So volunteer to go reach the dying world!
Yep, check! Did that. I'm willing to go and do whatever you want. I'm trying to figure out HOW. Do I stand on a soap box and preach? Well, that's too offensive! Do I just love people? Great! I can do that...I DO do that, and yet THERE IS NO FRUIT. What's the problem? Am I missing something? Do I have to go to another country to see fruit? Is fruit just not what I am supposed to produce? Well that seems dumb.
Over and over again they tell me, billions are going to hell. Who will save them? Won't you go? And over and over again, I look at my life and what I have done...and it seems fruitless, in the sense of salvations. Am I just called to discipleship? To take those that are saved and disciple them? "Everyone's called to evangelism!"
So what am I missing God? Am I just preparing at this point? Is it even OK to be preparing and not seeing fruit? I am willing! I am willing to go anywhere do anything for however long you want it. So do I just go SOMEWHERE and hopefully it works out? Or do I wait for your go ahead? I would think the second, but other's say the first too.
I hate this! Can't I just live for you?...I have been....but there's no fruit...so something is amiss.
What does an evangelistic life look like for me?
Who am I to listen to and believe?
So many people die without knowing you and I'm doing nothing. Are you ok with me preparing and THEN going? Can I afford to wait? Others can't afford it. It's all so urgent, but I am desperately searching for an outlet and cannot find one. Where is it? Where do I plug in? Where do I pour out? Where is my niche? There's no time to waste. This isn't a game. I've volunteered, when is it my time to go?
Sincerely,
The Fruitless Life

Food For Thought


(The response to Tyler Halstead's discussion of Christians Working in Bars. Facebook note)

Well this is certainly all interesting to read. Good theories. I would lean much more strongly with Abe, Brian, and Bryner. It's true, we must fight in uncomfortable and dangerous territory sometimes. Yes, we must rescue people right from the gates of hell. But I don't think that we, as Christians, can afford to blur the line between the church (the body of christ, a royal priesthood, a holy nation 1 peter 2:9) and the world. There must be a fierce distinction between the light and the dark because that's how it's intended. They can't coexist really, they are so violently opposed to one another.

Jonah was sent to Ninevah to tell the people to REPENT or JUDGEMENT would follow. He didn't pass out more idols or work in the temples and talk on the side of how God wasn't ok with such things. He told them REPENT of all this or you WILL BE DESTROYED. God is VIOLENTLY opposed to sin. He wants to destroy it. I don't think that the church can afford to forget that God is a God of mercy AND of judgement.

And we must not forget that WE are accountable for anything that could cause another to sin. Perhaps a good example to follow in grey areas like this would be Paul. Even if EATING MEAT would cause someone to sin HE WOULD NEVER EAT MEAT AGAIN (1 cor. 8:13). How DRASTIC this would seem to us. So I would think this could be extended to..."If serving beer to my friend would cause him to sin I WOULD NEVER SERVE BEER AGAIN" or "if I watch that movie and it causes them to sin..." or "if I listen to that crude joke (which doesn't bother me) which then allows my brother to think that's ok and sin...then may I never listen to a crude joke again!"

But personally, a lot of my friends drink and some are alcoholics. They know what I stand for and they watch me when I say "no" to a night at the bar, or "no" when they offer me a drink. Yes, some may think poorly of me, judging me quickly and saying I'm too good for them, or too self-righteous. I've never preached at them, but they know I don't agree with it by the fact that I decline the offer and explain why when they ask. The fact that I don't agree or condone with what they are doing offends them and makes them uncomfortable so they like to make all sorts of excuses to make themselves feel better. Others of my friends see that I am choosing something different and respect me for it. It's a clear line that separates me from this world (In it, not of it).

But frankly, if my sister were an alcoholic it would be wrong for me to give her a beer. So what's the difference if I were being paid for giving the beer and I was giving it to a "stranger?" Isn't that person my sister too? Doesn't that still make it wrong (whether I FEEL like it's wrong or not)? In actuality, I would probably tell my sister that she SHOULDN'T be in a bar getting a drink, and I would tell the bartender NOT to serve her. And she would get mad and yell at me and call me all sorts of names. But if I love my sister enough to tell her the truth and do what's best for her (even if she doesn't like it), shouldn't I also do that for a stranger? Shouldn't I love them like I would my brother or sister? Isn't that BIBLICAL?

Furthermore, if I knew a fellow believer was ENABLING my sister to continue living a lifestyle of sin and death by serving her alcohol, I would not be happy. That would actually deeply hurt me. And I would have some STRONG words with that person (since that person is my brother/sister in christ too and shouldn't be enabling their sister to continue her walk away from God).

But let's extend this to other grey areas:
Bar: you serve beer. It's the person's choice whether they get drunk or not and therefore sin. I can talk to them about Jesus if they ask.
Strip club: you dance. It's the man's choice whether or not they come in and look lustfully. I can talk to them about Jesus if they ask.
Abortion clinic: you counsel young girls or you are the doctor who preforms the abortion. It's grey whether or not it's murder, and it's the girls choice to have it or not. I'm there for them in a time of need, they would do it anyway, I'll talk about Jesus if they ask for it.

There's a better way to build relationships with people than to serve them the very addiction that is killing them
There's a better way to support people through tough times than to offer them a quick escape that only leads to death

After what Jesus did to the money-changers' tables, I can't quite picture him working in a bar.

And how would the "sinner" feel about you once they became saved and free from the addiction/pain/guilt? Would they thank you, or would they have to learn to forgive you for giving them the very thing that kept them chained?

Just food for thought. I know it's long.

"If you've never wanted to quite, then you've never attempted anything great.

If you've ever attempted anything great for a long period, you'll want to quit"
Tommy Barnett

Dear God


Hi God! 8/27/10
So I go back to school tomorrow, and I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for letting me have a summer that was quite wonderful. You did a lot in me, for me, and through me. Thank you. It was eventful, hard, beautiful, funny, outrageous, tiring, and relaxing. I had a wonderful time just being, and I am glad you are my friend. Thank you for your blessings and your guidance and your protection. You do far more than I could ever see, and I know that; I am grateful for that. You are truly a wonderful God. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for all that you have done, and for each day that you bless me with life. I am grateful (even when I'm not). You are beautiful beyond compare. Thank you for being a touchable God, who I can know. You love me (sometimes I wonder HOW you could still love me after I'm being a punk :) ). So I guess as I drive down, come ride with me. We will have some quality time since my days have been SO busy. But seriously, they have been awesome days, and even though they cause me to not have the most quality time with you, I know that you were with me as I worked, or played, or talked. You blessed my days, thank you for letting me enjoy them! I know this school year will be great too! I'm excited for my classes and what I'll learn through my teachers, and what YOU will attach onto what they say (you elaborate so much! It's great!). Thank you for my friends, they are so wonderful. Thank you for my family, I love them a lot! Thank you for allowing me to see my cousins and be a part of their lives. Protect them. Keep cleaning Kristin (HOW INCREDIBLE WAS THAT?!?! Amazing!!). Keep those I love (you know who, and you know what). Let me and Carisma have a great relationship this semester which pushes each other to be more like you.
God, I love you so much. Thank you for being my friend.

Love Always,
Emilie