{"id":904,"date":"2006-06-11T00:00:53","date_gmt":"2006-06-11T05:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/?p=904"},"modified":"2006-06-11T00:00:53","modified_gmt":"2006-06-11T05:00:53","slug":"incomplete-reflections-on-the-work-of-god-in-my-life-thus-far","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2006\/20060611-904.htm","title":{"rendered":"Incomplete Reflections on the work of God in my life thus far\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have been learning in my heart what it means to be justified.  Learning that, as a justified person, I am clean already.  Shame, for the justified believer, should be a foreign experience.  It is only when we believe the lie that our justification is not complete that we experience shame.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s funny, in a way, because Austin and I discussed this very topic on the way down here.  I regarded it as a purely intellectual conversation&#8211;never realizing how much the very thing impacts my own life.  Never realizing how much I struggle in my heart to believe that very thing.<\/p>\n<p>I have been learning that I am not Christ.  I am not the Promised Savior.  I am not the one who gives or sustains life, or creates order in the world.  I did not speak the universe into existence.  That&#8217;s what God did.  That&#8217;s His role, not mine.<\/p>\n<p>When I dreamed as a child that someone was killing my brother John, rather than trusting God, I took it on myself to be his life sustainer.  When I dreamed of my friends being led astray to false doctrine that would only entrap and kill them, I took it upon myself to be the truth bearer and rescuer.<\/p>\n<p>When the Daisies needed a teacher, I was the Savior.  When no one would play the tambourine, I was the rescuer.  When a Sunday School teacher, a nursery coordinator, a PowerPoint person, a middle school girls minister were needed, I was the deliverer.  But I&#8217;m not.  I can&#8217;t save.  That&#8217;s not my job.<\/p>\n<p>Lastly for now, I&#8217;m learning that there&#8217;s nothing wrong with being a child.  In fact, there&#8217;s something incomprehensibly good about being a child.  But I lost that long ago.  I was still a child when I took on the job of a woman; still a child when I started to deny myself the joys of childhood.  And now I am old.  Old beyond my years.  World weary and battle-scarred.  I am an old woman at 21 years of age.<\/p>\n<p>I was in the eighth grade when I wrote <i>The Holy of Holies<\/i>&#8211;an almost completely autobiographical story.  I was in eighth grade and my child-heart was already almost dead.  Right now, I feel like I&#8217;m mostly just grieving for a childhood lost and praying that God would restore to me a child-heart again.  I want to see again with the eyes of the child who was &#8220;not meant to die, but to be forever fresh-born.&#8221; (G. MacDonald)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have been learning in my heart what it means to be justified. Learning that, as a justified person, I am clean already. Shame, for the justified believer, should be a foreign experience. It is only when we believe the lie that our justification is not complete that we experience shame. It&#8217;s funny, in a &#8230; <a title=\"Incomplete Reflections on the work of God in my life thus far\u2026\" class=\"read-more\" href=\"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/2006\/20060611-904.htm\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Incomplete Reflections on the work of God in my life thus far\u2026<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[5,21],"tags":[233,281,603,640,999,1055],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/904"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=904"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/904\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=904"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=904"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=904"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}