Monday, January 9, 2012

Believe, Hope, Love!

They say that seeing is believing and there’s no doubt that physical evidence of something is a good way to validate its existence. Cynicism seems to be part of human nature. For years we have been saying “If it seems to be too good to be true, it probably is!” We have stopped believing in altruism and the ability of people to take the moral high road in difficult or unfair situations mostly because our experience has taught us that people are broken and society is a cesspool of corruption and ulterior motives. The goodness of life has been sucked dry by the selfishness of mankind. Belief in the idea of unconditional love or selfless sacrifice is next to non-existent. Even when we can see something, how do we know it’s real? There are famous illusionists who are so skilled at their craft that things we know are physically impossible appear to happen before our very eyes. Special effects can be mind blowingly realistic and the media can manipulate images and edit sound bites to get them to look or say just about anything they want.
So how can we believe in anything or anyone? I have a one word response to this question~Hope! One source defines hope as more than wishful thinking. It is akin to the word confidence. I have been both blessed and cursed by an incredibly resilient and optimistic spirit. Some call my optimism refreshing, while others call me gullible. I always seem to see the best in people first and tend to minimize their deficiencies. I say that this has been a blessing and a curse because I have suffered a lot of disappointments, betrayals, and hurts because I have chosen to see the positives in situations; but it doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to reality or that I don’t use wisdom and discernment. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Belief is not ignoring the realities of brokenness, but embracing them and trusting that there is more to the situation than meets the eye. It is seeing the potential of what someone or something can be and encouraging that potential until that reality unfolds. Do I 100% trust something that I can see is broken? Of course not! But do I believe it can be restored bit by bit? Absolutely! I am not so arrogant as to believe that I have to be the one to fix everything that is broken or restore people that are seemingly damaged beyond repair. That would be gullible and naive. However, (as my dad often says) as long as there’s life there’s hope and I refuse to believe that anyone is completely, utterly hopeless. No matter how vile someone or something is, I still believe that somewhere inside that person or situation there is a spark of something good, true, and worth restoring.
Maybe I’m for the underdog because I have been an underdog. There were times in my life that I didn’t think there was anything in me worth salvaging. I felt completely worthless and hopeless. Even after I had given up on myself, on life and on hope, there were others along the way that refused to give up on me. They loved me when love wasn’t in any way deserved. They saw in me what I couldn’t see, and they wouldn’t leave me alone even when I purposely tried to annihilate them so they would be force to protect themselves and abandon me. That’s the kind of thing you can believe in...an unstoppable love and belief that no person or situation is so hopeless that giving up is an option.
The proof is in the pudding, or so they say. I look at my life today and thank God that I wasn’t allowed to give up, that I didn’t take my life into my own hands, that I was given chance after chance to change. Sometimes I still pinch myself and think “If it’s seems too good to be true, it probably is!” but my life is better than any dream I could’ve imagined for myself. Time has helped me to believe and trust that no situation is impossible and the best is yet to come. The flip side of being cursed with eternal optimism? Sometimes you actually get to see the seeds of promise blossom into beautiful flowers...and that makes it worth the pain.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

All Things Are Possible (Not Guaranteed) to Those Who Believe

Yesterday, my son-in-law’s dad passed away.
He had been battling with cancer for more than a year and from the beginning the prognosis was bleak. Over the months, many of Pete’s family and friends (myself included) believed that a miracle was certainly possible and began consistently praying for one. While Pete was getting chemo and other medically advised procedures done, we kept our minds focused on complete healing, believing that Pete would continue living a long, productive life, rather than accept that death was inevitable. For some, this belief was naive at best, laughable at worst. Why would any reasonable person believe that collective prayers lifted up to heaven on Pete’s behalf would have any effect whatsoever? Reality would indicate that cancer is cancer and the odds of beating it at stage 4 are next to zero. Why not just acknowledge the facts and enjoy the remaining days together in a realistic way?
Perhaps it’s because my mom was diagnosed with cancer of the spine when she was just 19 years old. My parents were engaged to be married at the time. Family and friends began praying for her healing every day. She had surgery, radiation, and other treatments, but the doctors still advised my dad not to go forward with their wedding plans because they said she would be gone within 6 months. Thankfully, he didn’t listen to this bad report! He and many others continued to pray. He married my mom anyway with the belief that she would be healed and they would live a long happy life together with their future children. Naive? Crazy? Laughable? Maybe to some, but not to me. It’s the reason my four siblings and I are here today.This year my mom turned 75 years old and all five of us kids and our families helped my parents celebrated their 55th wedding anniversary! How does this happened? How can a 19 year old girl go from being terminally ill with 6 months to live to being a healthy, 75 year old cancer free great grandmother?
Even more puzzling is why some like my mom live and some like Pete die. Both were surrounded by fervent, faithful prayer warriors. Both were good people, with amazing skills and talents, deserving of having wonderful long lives. Both were people of faith. Both were loved and cared for by committed family who believed with all their hearts that healing was completely possible. So why such different outcomes? Truthfully, I don’t have an answer. There’s no way for anyone to know the reasoning behind why horrible things happen to good people. It’s beyond our understanding as to why some survive, some thrive, and some die. Why did my nephew Matt at 23 years old have to suffer excruciating pain for 5 months before he finally died from the injuries he suffered while serving his country? Why are kids born with birth defects or why do teens suffer with such serious depression and chemical imbalance that they end up committing suicide~ even when parents are constantly praying for their protection, health, and well being? I wish I knew. I don’t.
Does that mean I should stop believing that healing is possible and give up believing in it? Is healing such a random occurrence that when it happens, it should be chalked up to good medical technology or good luck? And if prayer and belief are truly factors in healing, why don’t they always “work” so everyone can get the desired results? For me, belief is not something I hide behind or a way to close my eyes to reality. It’s not the name it and claim it formula I use to manipulate bad circumstances or to twist heavenly arms to get what I really want. Belief is seeing what is and knowing that what I see is only a small portion of reality. Science is wonderful, but it also has limits. Not everything can be proved or calculated! Belief is realizing that we don’t know everything. It’s choosing to press in and press on for something better, something more than I can presently see, hear, taste or touch. Belief is realizing that I am not the center of the universe and yet I don’t have to sit by idly and let circumstances dictate my reality. In the case of healing, it’s the confidence to keep on keepin’ on and hang in there until the last breath is taken, even if i look stupid to others who don't share my belief.
It’s the courage to pursue victory over the odds of failure instead of resigning myself to being a victim. It’s knowing that healing is possible, but not necessarily guaranteed; that I’m not responsible for the outcome, but only for my part in asking for it. I don’t know all the answers, but I do believe that prayer makes a distinct difference in bad situations. It also makes a difference in the attitude I take in facing life. So, the next time someone is ill, is given a poor prognosis, has a cold, a headache, or any other something that needs healing, I will be the first to offer up prayer and continue believing what I know to be true. All things are possible for those who believe.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

January's Word for the Month~ "Believe"

The other day I was watching the 2005 movie "Serenity" which was the finale of a failed TV series called Firefly. I was turned onto the show by a friend of mine in China and was really disappointed when it was cancelled after only 14 episodes. Anyway, this movie was about a rebel group of space warriors who had banded together against the control and dominance of another powerful group called The Alliance. The rebels and the Alliance were both convinced that they had the true ideals about how life should be lived and the true way of viewing the world. In a very poignant scene, just before the most spiritual guy in the film dies, he says this, "I don't care what you believe, just believe!" I thought about that for a long time, and it just didn't settle with me. It didn't make sense. How can just believing in something be enough? Does believing in itself make something right, even if it's wrong? Is fervent belief in an ideal more powerful than the truth of that ideal? I don't think so. In our pluralistic society, no one wants to stick out their neck and say that they think they are right and someone else is not. We don't want to appear judgmental or insensitive so we have made it Ok for everyone to be right and no one to be wrong. Really? Does that make any sense? How can everyone be right, and no one be wrong? It's impossible. That's not how the truth works. There's ultimately always a right and a wrong. The problem is we're cowards. We don't want to take a stand. I'm not saying we need to see everything in black or white. There are many shades of gray in life as well. We don't need to beat our opinions or beliefs into other people in condemning hurtful ways either, but we do need to figure out what we believe and why we believe it. Over the years I have come to the conclusion that it's the object of the belief rather than the belief itself that really counts. I agree it's important to have beliefs and convictions, but it's more important to believe in something that is fundamentally true and sound than just to "believe it something."

The Power of Words to Transform

It's the beginning of 2012, a time for new beginnings, goals, hopes and dreams. Never mind that everything I said last year has long since been forgotten. I have a chance to start something new, (which let's face it) is always more fun than sticking with something that is old, tedious and sometimes boring. Yep, that's always been an issue for me. I'm a grown up kid with ADD and unless I'm totally, 100% committed to it, it's hard for me to stick to anything for any length of time. Therefore, I making one more attempt at being a grown up and following through on something I have started. Thus this blog with a "word for the month". I will change my monthly "word" and express some of my thoughts and meanderings about how this word is influencing and changing me during that month. I figure, that gives me 12 times a year to change my focus while allowing me to maintain a singular blog for an extended period of time. For me, that would be a mini-miracle. Feel free to follow me on this journey or better yet join me. If you want to, choose your own word for the month or write comments on mine. Who knows? I might just end up becoming a grown up yet!