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Evangelism 800: Introducing Cognitive Dissonance

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Ask your average churchgoer what their favorite way to evangelize is, and you’re likely to get a variation on a couple of themes. Undoubtedly the most common method is the “St. Francis of Assisi”. You’ve heard it: “Preach the gospel at all times and, when necessary, use words.” Then there’s the “King James”: the word of God speaks best–and speaks best when quoted verbatim. Then, of course, there’s the “Savvy Shopper”: weigh the pros and cons, you can’t beat the price of this one.

One answer you’re not likely to hear is “Cognitive Dissonance.” But, I believe that cognitive dissonance is probably one of the most effective, and most underused tools of evangelism.

Most likely, you are asking (along with my little sister): “What’s that?”

According to Wikipedia, Cognitive dissonance is “an uncomfortable feeling caused by holding two contradictory ideas simultaneously.” In other words, cognitive dissonance is an awareness that the things you believe or do don’t quite match up.

Take, for example, a conversation I had with my advisor this afternoon. I handed her my MOC (memorandum of courses for the uninitiated) and, after looking it over briefly, she asked me “So why aren’t you writing a thesis?” I gave my standard answer–not wanting to specialize, blah, blah, blah. She didn’t really try to convince me, she just kept the conversation going. Then I said something about how both Anna and I had taken Microbiology instead of Food Safety. “Now why’d you do that again?” Dr. Jones asked. “I wanted to keep my options open,” I told her. “I took Biochem 431 instead of 321 for the same reason.”

That’s when she said the words that have been rolling around in my head ever since: “That doesn’t sound like someone who doesn’t want to write a thesis.” I brushed it off quickly, too quickly, with: “Maybe I used up my overachieving in undergrad.” But it doesn’t brush off quite that easily.

Dr. Jones could have tried to convince me to write a thesis. She could have given me the pros and cons of the thesis option and tried to sway me that way. She could have told me I had no option–if I wanted to be her student, I would write a thesis. But she didn’t try to sell the thesis. She didn’t lay down the truth for me to take it or leave it. She just introduced a little cognitive dissonance.

And the thoughts run through my head. “She’s right–I’ve never been someone to take the easy route out.” “Yeah, I probably could do this–I made it through micro and biochem just fine.” “Options open. Options open. I wanted to keep my options open–but now I’m cutting off my option of a doctorate. Just like that.”

She plays a few more fancy evangelistic tricks on me too. “Just out of curiosity,” she asks, “what would you do your thesis on if you were to do a thesis?” The answer jumps out of my lips without warning, “Probably on the meal planning or grocery shopping habits of mothers of young children.” Where’d that come from? And the thoughts continue running through my head. “That was a pretty quick answer. Amazing from someone who’s never even let a thesis be an option.” “You’re sure you don’t want to write a thesis, don’t want to ‘specialize’?”

By now, my mind is going crazy in confusion. Maybe I wasn’t so sure that I didn’t want to write a thesis in the first place. Maybe I’ve been just deceiving myself to think that doing the non-thesis option was in my best interest. After all, I’m not the kind of person who takes the easy way out. I’m not the kind of person who closes off my options. And I can pull a topic off the top of my head that I’d love to explore in thesis-depth.

Do you see what I’m saying? It’s not just about FACTS, it’s not just about CONVINCING. It’s about causing someone to second guess their own beliefs–to realize that what they’re thinking or the way they’re acting is really not consistent with their beliefs.

Surely you can see the applications to evangelism.

I once heard someone speak on an evangelistic strategy they attributed to Francis Schaeffer. According to my memory of this presentation, Schaeffer believed that every worldview (except the correct one), has internal inconsistency–and that the only reason why people persist in holding their particular worldview (that is not correct) is because they are UNAWARE of the inconsistency of their stated worldview. For example, take the individual who claims to believe that there is no God. He does not believe that man is created in the image of God. He believes that humans are just another animal. He has no qualms about eating meat–but cannibalism is repulsive to him. “That’s just wrong,” he says.

Yet, if indeed, humans are not made in the image of God–if they are just another animal–why should eating another animal be repulsive?

Our theoretical atheist takes another tack. “But humans are the most highly developed animal–we have reached intellectual heights not obtained by other animals. This makes us special.

Which makes us wonder if perhaps cannibalism would be okay, as long as we only ate the profoundly mentally retarded. Of course, our theoretical atheist still finds this to be repulsive and “wrong”.

Anyway, enough of my tangent. According to the speaker, Francis Schaeffer suggests that we use this cognitive dissonance to our advantage in evangelism. Push people to take their beliefs to their logical conclusion. This will create the cognitive dissonance that forces them to come to grips with what ideas can be carried out to their logical conclusion and still be consistent with both external and internal reality. Of course, only truth remains consistent with external and internal reality when carried out to its logical conclusion. Everything else falls apart somewhere along the line.

Introducing cognitive dissonance. It’s a novel idea. One I’m pretty sold on, considering its effectiveness this afternoon.

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The Ordinary and The Peculiar

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Ordinary: adj. 1. Commonly encountered; usual. 2a. Of no exceptional ability, degree, or quality; average. 2b. Of inferior quality; second rate.

It’s a word that often characterizes my life. Common, usual, without exceptionalism. Ordinary.

If my life had directions, a la shampoo bottles, the directions would read: “Wake up. Go to work. Work. Come home. Putz about. Go to sleep. Repeat.”

It’s not a bad life, when all is said and done. I enjoy my work, I love to putz. Sleep is good. As much as I long for the extraordinary, the unusual, the exceptional, the prime–I find myself quite content with the ordinary, the usual, the average.

I completed Nancy Moser’s Just Jane, a novel about Jane Austen, over the weekend. It was an enjoyable book–comfortably Austenish without trying too hard to mimic Austen’s voice. I could identify with Jane’s moods of peace and peevishness as she rode out the unexpected life of a spinster. Moser’s Jane was swept along by so many waves–decisions were made for her that were far less than her expectations or desires. And she let herself wallow in discontent for a while. But at some point, she has to find her home–she has to learn to be content to be “Just Jane.”

I feel that I am coming to that point–or at least that this ebb of the tide brings me to that place. I am content to just be me. I am content that my life be as usual. I am content to be unexceptional. To be ordinary.

Except that I know that ordinary I shall never truly be. For inside that “ordinary” capsule of day to day routine, I am one of the “peculiar people”.

“But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness into His marvellous light.” I Peter 2:9

Peculiar: adj. 1. Unusual or eccentric; odd. 2. Distinct from all others. 3. Belonging distinctively or primarily to one person, group, or kind; special or unique.

Yep. That would be me. Ordinary, but peculiar.

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Rated “R” for…

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The family watched The Passion of the Christ last night and whiled away our intermission by speculating on why exactly it was rated “R”.

Our conclusion was that it must have been rated “R” because it is a:

Realistic* Retelling of the death of the Righteous Christ, through whom we are saved from wRath, are Redeemed, Reborn, Ransomed, Reconciled, and brought into Relationship with God.

* Additionally, some segments contain visuals of the Raw, Reddened Christ wRithing as Romans Repetitively Rip open His body to the Rabid Roar of the Raging crowd.

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I feel His pleasure

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Have you seen Chariots of Fire? Do you remember when Eric Liddell was defending his decision to go to the Olympics to his sister, who wanted him to return to the mission field immediately? He said, “I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure.”

That’s how I felt today as I stood among a half dozen African American women and a couple others and demonstrated how to prepare a stir-fry “off-hand”.

It was a long day–I woke up late, ran to the office to pick up some danglers, ran out to Kawasaki to set up an educational display there, ran back home for the materials for this afternoon’s presentation, ran back to the office, ran to a presentation on diabetes, ran back to the office. You get the picture. But the last item on my agenda completely made my day.

Renee and I have been working on this “Gathering” for a couple of weeks now, reserving the kitchen at the Salvation Army and gathering together some folks to participate. I’ve been preparing a handout and getting together my cooking supplies. And today, we had our gathering.

I’d been off-kilter all day, but I was off-kilter no longer. Now I was right at home. I was where I was meant to be. Maybe God created me for a purpose other than teaching people the practical skills of eating healthy–but He gave me that passion, and when I exercise it, I feel His pleasure.

I’ve often mused, in past weeks, that surely I was created for a higher purpose than keeping up with the dishes and the laundry. I’ve stated that there must be something more to life than the day to day monotony of school and work. “This can’t be all there is!” I’ve cried. But today, as we gathered, I could only think “If this is all there is, I’d be content.”

Because when I teach people how to cook, I feel His pleasure. Because when I have the opportunity to help a community be healthier, I feel His pleasure. That makes it all worthwhile.

We were three white women, six black women, and a lone black man. Food brought us together around a table. Some cut, some mixed, some just tasted. Food was a common ground. One woman discovered stir-fry for the first time in her life. Another tasted water chestnuts for the first time. One woman decided that low-sodium soy sauce was just as good as the regular. Another woman discovered that brown rice is not as bad as she thought. They couldn’t stop telling me how impressed they were with how easy it was to cook a stir-fry–and it was healthy too! There couldn’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind: this wasn’t just information for them to sit on, they were going to use this stuff.

Photo of Gathering

They suggested I write a cookbook. They were nice beyond belief. They made me feel great about myself and about my dreams. Their approval was fantastic–but far beyond that, I felt the approval of God. ‘Cause this afternoon, in the Salvation Army kitchen, I felt His pleasure.

Wanna try making an Off-hand Stir-fry of your own? Check out my handout.

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Groan with me

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II Thessalonians 3:11 says “For we hear that there are some who walk among you in a disorderly manner, not working at all, but are busybodies.”

Yeah, I’ve heard the same thing. There’s someone, walking about, bringing disorder wherever she goes, not working in her own home, not working outside her own home, but determined to insert herself into everyone else’s homes.

The verse right before it, II Thessalonians 3:10, says “For even when we were with you, we commanded you this: If anyone will not work, neither shall he eat.”

So she’s not working. We’ve established that one. But she’s eating–voraciously. Not physically–it’s not like she’s going over to people’s houses and insisting that they feed her dinner. No, she’s eating emotionally and spiritually–going over to people’s houses or calling them on the phone and slurping up every spare ounce of emotional and spiritual energy they have.

And then she vomits and sucks some more.

II Thessalonians 3:12 says “Now those who are such we command and exhort through our Lord Jesus Christ that they work in quietness and eat their own bread.”

I wish I knew that I could apply this verse to that situation. I wish I could be certain that I could just tell her to go home, find a job (or even just start taking care of your children!), and learn to be emotionally and spiritually self-sufficient.

II Thessalonians 3:13 says, “But as for you, brethren, do not grow weary in doing good.”

I’m definitely not doing very well on this one. Of course, it’d help if I knew whether continuing to try in this relationship were indeed GOOD. It feels a lot more like casting pearls before swine.

Can’t I just do as II Thessalonians 3:14 says?
“And if anyone does not obey our word in this epistle, note that person and do not keep company with him, that he may be ashamed.”

I mean, I could handle a good long vacation from her. I could use a bit of time without her company. In fact, I can think of a half a dozen women who’ve already been sucked dry and could really benefit from some time away from her spiritual bulimia.

The hard part is II Thessalonians 3:15, “Yet do not count him as an enemy, but admonish him as a brother.”

She is a sister–a fellow believer in Christ. But it’s very hard to think of her as a sister when she’s acting like a leach. My little antibodies are bristling–wanting so hard to attack her–she’s destroying the body. Except that she is a part of the body. How can that be?

I don’t know how to deal. I don’t know what to say.

I doubt you know either.

But, please, please pray. For me. For the many women who’ve been emotional exhausted by this woman. For the woman. Pray for wisdom. For humility. For grace. Pray that she’d stop–oh, I don’t even know what to ask in regard to her. I guess, just groan for me, for us, please.

“Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. Romans 8:26

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Safe on the Other Side

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It’s February 15, and I have safely traversed yet another Valentine’s Day–this year, the smoothest trip yet.

I can’t know precisely, but I think it helped that I wasn’t forced to sit through a youth group “Love Month.”

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me to “don’t worry, you’ll get married someday.” I guess maybe it’s easier to not have to continually remind myself that just because well-intentioned believers promise me marriage doesn’t mean God has promised me marriage.

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me that the trick to getting married is “being content in your singleness.” Apparently, they were really fast learners–they figured out how to be content in the entire six months they were single after high school.

This year, I didn’t have to listen to anyone tell me that “some people are called to be single–which means they’ll be single for the rest of their lives.” I didn’t have remind them that all of us were originally called to be single. And that singleness is a gift every single person has–until God decides to exchange the gift of singleness for marriage, should he choose to do so.

It’s amazing how much easier it is to be content with singleness when I’m not being told, explicitly or implicity, that singleness is second best.

I grew up in the church, attended youth group every week, sponsored for the youth group for several years during college, and estimate that I have heard at least 40 “Love Month” sermons or teachings. And I’m pretty sure that I am a better person for not having heard them this time around.

The creators of “love month” had good intentions. They thought they’d use Valentine’s Day as an opportunity to talk about touchy subjects. The problem is, they were too uncomfortable to talk about the really important touchy subjects–so they conjured up unimportant dream worlds to talk about instead.

“Love Month”–at least as I remember it–included one teaching that wasn’t quite on sex (often relegated to a video), one teaching on praying and preparing for your future spouse, one teaching on courting (NEVER dating), and one evening where girls and boys split up to discuss “gender-related issues.” The boys talked about lust, pornography, and masturbation. The girls talked about modesty.

The problem with the sex talk was that no one really talked about it frankly. They euphemized and trivialized and glossed over things to the point that the only take home message you could get was that apparently girls and boys were not supposed to do anything together. Or something like that. Oh, there were a few good points–“If he loves you, he won’t try taking advantage of you” being a key example.

But by and large, the really important (although somewhat awkward) points weren’t made. Nobody talked about the serious medical complications associated with STDs. Plenty of people mentioned not kissing until you were engaged, or married or whatever–because it was the fad thing in the church in those days (maybe it still is, I don’t know). But nobody shared that some STDs can be shared through kissing, without genital contact. Now that’s information that might come in handy. Nobody talked about how every time you have sex with a person, it’s like you’re having sex with every person they’ve had sex with before.

They talked about praying and preparing for your future spouse. They shared the sweet story of our pastor’s wife, who prayed eight years for her future husband before she and Jason got married. They talked about keeping your room clean and not being a slob. I don’t remember exactly what else they thought was “preparation for marriage.”

I do know that they didn’t say anything about how to live the single life. They didn’t talk about learning how to have healthy relationships with your own sex. They didn’t talk about learning to be hospitable. They didn’t talk about learning how to manage your time and money wisely. They didn’t talk about using your giftings. They didn’t talk about humbling yourself and submitting to authority. Preparation for marriage is all right and good–but since marriage isn’t a guarantee and singleness (at least for a time) is, wouldn’t it be better to prepare for singleness? (Especially since by “preparing for singleness” I mean preparing for adulthood?)

They talked about courtship and not DATING. They talked about how the guy talks to the father and they’re both serious about marriage and blah-da-de-blah. They didn’t talk about how nobody needs to be worrying about dating OR courting in high school. They didn’t encourage the students to discover their callings and giftings and passions before they started looking for a mate. They didn’t caution students to not base their life’s course on a guy or a gal.

And then they split the guys and the girls up for some frank talk about issues. Or at least so the guys could have a frank talk about issues. The guys talked about lust, pornography, and masturbation. The girls talked about not causing their brothers to sin by being immodest. Once, they were especially bold and let me talk to the girls about guarding their hearts.

What they didn’t ever discuss with the girls? Lust. Pornography. Masturbation. Yes, we heard that guys were visual–that’s why we were supposed to cover up. But we never heard that girls can lust too. We never heard that we too need to guard our eyes and our thoughts. We were never cautioned against sexually explicit novels, intimacy-laden movies, and daydreaming about guys. Nobody would countenance mentioning masturbation to the girls. After all, what if some of them didn’t know what it was and got ideas?

So we were led to believe that lust was man’s sin. Immodesty was woman’s. The girls weren’t given any tools with which to fight the lust that attacked us. Thinking that we were abnormal and unnatural, we tried to fight the battle alone–or gave up on trying to fight. If a leader couldn’t even mention the word masturbation, how could a girl gain the confidence to go to the leader for prayer and accountability?

Just thinking about it gets me riled.

Perhaps now you can understand why not having to do “love month” has made February a great deal easier for me?

Even if not, allow me to share a few quick tips for talking “relationships” with single people:

  • Don’t make promises you can’t keep–Don’t promise them marriage when God hasn’t done so.
  • Redirect their focus back to what God has made clear is their calling right now. That means encouraging them to learn to be the best student, child, roommate, friend, or employee they can be. That means encouraging them to discover their purpose and passions and to get connected within the church.
  • Be willing to speak frankly, and listen openly about the many issues they’re dealing with. Don’t give quick, pat answers. Talk about lust. Talk about the joys of marriage (honoring your spouse by not going too far, of course). Talk about the trials of marriage (once again, honoring your spouse by not going into details). Go ahead and remind them that marriage is great but it’s not the promised land. Learn for yourself, if you need to, that a spouse is not the answer to all of life’s problems.
  • Above all, work to keep the focus on God–and their relationship with God. Don’t encourage single people to “be content in their singleness” (especially not as a means to marriage)–instead encourage them to discover God’s purpose in their singleness. Keep redirecting the focus of your conversations about relationships back to God.

Thanks for bearing with my little rant–and thanks to all of you who have been such a blessing to me (single person though I am ;-) Oh–and thank you, Lord, for the privelege of being a single woman (and that I didn’t have to do another “Love Month” this year).

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Hungry

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Can anyone else feel the hunger, or is it just me?

I’ve battled with discontent for almost a year now–chronicling some of my struggle on-line. But this is a different discontent, a rustling ache in my belly. This is a cry from deep within proclaiming “There must be more.”

Just today, it struck me with a vengeance–gnawing away at my insides. “This isn’t what life was meant to be. There has to be something more.”

Not more talking. Not more doing. Not more meetings. Not more books. Not more blogging. Not more cleaning.

More Christ.

Surely I was not born to keep up with the laundry. I was not created to fill a seat in the service. My purpose is not to do dishes. I was not placed on this earth to teach people how to eat.

These things are all things that I do, but I cannot be satisfied with the doing of this life.

Discontent strikes me, but this time it is not a desire for more things or different circumstances. This time it is a desire for more of God. I desire that I would walk daily–no even more, moment-by-moment–in relationship with Him. I desire that He would penetrate every ounce of my existance to the point that my doing dishes would be worship. I want to be so consumed by Him that He overflows into every aspect of my life–work, church, school, friends, family, blogging, crafting, cleaning, filling my car with gas.

I want to live an “other” life. Not “my” life, consumed by my worries. An “other” life, consumed by the glory of God, glorifying Christ, being led by the Holy Spirit.

A holy discontent. A discontent with mediocrity. A discontent with living without reference to Christ. I’ve caught a discontent, I know not where–but I pray I’ll never lose this hunger.

Hunger for God.

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A Higher Standard

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SALT, Z-360’s student leadership team, is being called to a higher standard. (Just for the record, I’m in favor of the motion.) Of course, this means that the students will be expected to not listen to secular music, to avoid movies or tv shows that display immorality, and to not cuss. Standard youth group “higher standard” items.

I’m sure the call wasn’t too different many years ago. Youth groups were called to give up dancing and card playing in the call to a “higher standard”. Maybe they gave up “Golly” and “Gee”. Girls and boys alike were encouraged to dress up more–girls in longish skirts, guys in ties. Standard fare, you know.

But when I think about being called to a higher standard–I wonder if our high standards aren’t, well, a little low.

I mean, imagine if a youth pastor (or a normal old pastor) called his people to this kind of standard:

  • to always let others go first in line (Romans 12:10)
  • to never honk your horn or get upset when someone cuts you off (Romans 12:17)
  • to always follow the speed limit exactly (Romans 13:1-5)
  • to NEVER become indebted to ANYONE (Romans 13:8)
  • to let yourself be cheated (I Corinthians 6:7)
  • to follow through with what you’ve promised in the past (II Corinthians 8:10-12)
  • to take captive every thought that is disobedient to Christ (II Corinthians 10:5)
  • to not walk in lewdness (raunchiness), contentions (arguments), outbursts of wrath, and envy (Galatians 6:19-21)
  • to never speak corrupt (twisted) words (Epehesians 4:29)
  • to not tell dirty jokes (Ephesians 5:4)
  • to obey your parents without begrudging–every time (Ephesians 6:1-3)
  • to pray regularly for the body of believers–and especially for missionaries (Ephesians 6:18-20)
  • to never be conceited (Philippians 2:3)
  • to never complain (Philippians 2:14)
  • to never worry (Phillipians 4:6)
  • to stop “stretching the truth” and telling “little white lies” (Colossians 3:8)
  • to recognize and esteem those who work among us (I Thessalonians 5:12-13)
  • to work in quietness and earn our keep (II Thessalonians 3:12)
  • to regularly pray for all who are in authority (I Timothy 2:1-2)
  • (for women) to learn in silence (I Timothy 2:11)
  • to provide for your family members who are in need (I Timothy 5:8)
  • to not listen to gossip (I Timothy 5:22)
  • to not answer back to your parents (Titus 2:9)
  • to not pilfer (even a pen or a paper clip) from the office (Titus 2:10)
  • to never speak bad things about anyone (Titus 3:2)
  • to entertain strangers (Hebrews 13:2)
  • to remember prisoners AS IF WE WERE CHAINED WITH THEM (Hebrews 13:3)
  • to visit orphans and widows in their trouble (James 1:27)
  • to never discriminate against ANYONE–black, white, poor, rich, clean, smelly, cool, uncool (James 2:1-9)
  • to not make plans without taking God’s plans into account (James 4:13-16)
  • to confess your sins to another believer (James 5:16)
  • to have a good reputation among the world (I Peter 2:12)
  • to be courteous (I Peter 3:8)

That is just part of the standard which God calls His people to.

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Job Day

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In case you’re not familiar with the phrase, a “Job day” is a day in which everything seems to be going wrong–a la Job in the Bible. One day as Job’s children were enjoying a feast at their oldest brother’s house, a servant came to Job to tell him that his oxen and donkeys had been raided. Then another servant arrived to tell Job that all of his sheep and shepherds had been killed by lightening. Another servant arrived to say that Job’s camels had been raided and their keepers killed. As a final blow, a last servant arrived to inform Job that his eldest son’s house had collapsed, killing every one of Job’s children.

I can’t say my day is quite as bad as Job’s–No one has died, at any rate. But today has still been a bit trying.

It began at midnight. I was still awake from yesterday, and my nose began to run. It ran for several hours–right down the back of my throat–keeping me from being able to sleep and enduing me with a magnificent sore throat.

I finally slept around 7 am. Waking up at noon to a particularly obnoxious song blaring from my computer, I noticed pop-ups appearing on my computer screen. I investigated a bit–and discovered that I had a Trojan. After several hours of investigation and tweaking, I think I removed it all.

But having been reminded that computers are intrinsically fragile, I thought to back up my files again. So I logged on to the family server to back up my files–and discovered that I didn’t have permission to make any changes within my own designated folder. I should have been able to make changes–I backed up the family photos onto the same drive yesterday. But even after a couple more hours of fiddling, I was having no success.

So I dropped by my parent’s house to see if I could adjust permissions from my mom’s computer (the same computer I’d backed up the family photos from the day before). But, to my surprise and horror, I no longer had permission to do anything on the server from there either. I fiddled a bit with no success, unsuccessfully tried to access the server in the basement directly, and finally decided to give up and have a piece of candy.

I was putting Mom’s full candy jar back when it slipped out of my hand and shattered all over her living room floor.

The post-nasal drip has continued. I put on my skirt this afternoon to find that the hem has ripped loose since I last wore it. My new thigh highs won’t stay at my thigh–instead one side slips down to below my knees. My nose is raw, my throat hurts, and I haven’t gotten even one item on my to-do list done today.

I struggle with Job’s response to his very bad day: “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

Instead of returning to praise the Lord, to often I turn to recount my grievances. Sure this day has been a bad day–but then I make it worse by borrowing trouble. I stew about my news from the eye doctor–I’d rather have been born blind than start going blind from glaucoma now. I stew over my singleness. I stew over everything.

The Lord gave me eyesight–doesn’t He have the right to take it back? The Lord gave me health–doesn’t He have the right to retract it? The Lord gave me time–doesn’t He have the right to “waste” it? I came into the world naked and helpless–and I’ll return to the earth in the same state. Is God not still worthy of praise?

So I will praise Him not for what He has done or not done for me, but for who He is. He is GOOD. He is FAITHFUL. He is HOLY. He is ALL-POWERFUL.

My circumstances have changed–but God has not. He is not broken like Mom’s candy jar. He is not swollen like my throat. He is not malfunctioning like my thigh highs. He is not infected like my computer (was). And I still have access to Him–even if I can’t access my folder on the server.

God, it’s been a tough day. But I’m going to praise you anyway.