Friday, April 14, 2017

Scandalous Grace: Some Thoughts about Good Friday.

A friend loaned me her extra copy of "Geography of Grace - Doing Theology From Below" by Kris Rocke & Joel Van Dyke about a week ago.  I have to admit, I struggled to get through the first half, but because I knew she has similar passions as I do, I persevered through and it did not disappoint!

Here, I came across another thought about The Prodigal Son story (so many lessons!) that has stumped me - in a good way.  Rocke & Van Dyke explain that in these verses of Luke 15, the Father continually shames Himself.  Ewe - really?  Tell me more, and why this is a good thing?  I do not know that I want a God who shames Himself.  Or, do I?
Here's where we see it; He lets his youngest son have his inheritance before He dies.  He runs out to welcome him after the son's betrayal.  He even throws him - the one who turned on Him - a party.  In the context of the culture that this was happening in, this behavior is embarrassing - shameful.  (Yes, the use of capital "H" is intentional)

God seems to do this often, and it is because He is desperate to be one with the people He loves (Simone Weil).  Looking at the Father running towards His son in this photo, we see this.   Marcus Dods, in his book, "Footsteps in the Path of Life", says that God's purpose is to come closer and closer into fellowship with His people and draw them into perfect harmony with Him.  Looking at the other photo of the Father holding onto His son, we see the desire of the Father's heart satisfied.

The parallel to Good Friday?  It is His ultimate display of taking on shame.  God experienced the agony of tearing apart beyond all other agonies in order to display the marvel of His love.  For if He can take what has been torn apart this severely and melt it back into one, He can experience pure and heart-rending harmony with those He loves. (Simone Weil)

"He was despised and rejected - we esteemed him not - we considered him stricken by God - he was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth - He was assigned a grave with the wicked...". (from Isaiah 53)   

"So Pilate took Jesus and had him whipped.  The soldiers, having braided a crown from thorns, set it on his head, threw a purple robe over him, and approached him with "Hail, King of the Jews!.  Then they greeted him with slaps in the face." (John 19:1-3)

This idea of taking on shame because of the enormity of His desire to be one with His people allows me to see how much He loves the woman at the well - and David when he slept with Bathsheba and had Uriah killed - and Cain when He killed his brother.  Love like this is Scandalous Grace - it is absurd - because He loves and protects and forgives them regardless of what they have done.

Scandalous Grace also shows me that He desperately loves and wants to be one with the man who stood across from me telling me that he no longer loved me.  And He wants to be with the boss who treated me as if I were a mindless slave instead of an intern.  And He desperately wants to be in fellowship with the child who yells "NO" straight to my face, and the one who decides that it is okay to do what everyone else was doing, regardless of what I have taught her -  and the one who tells me that I have ruined her life.

Scandalous Grace chases after ME when I chose to give myself away earlier than He wanted me to - when I drank more or ate more or judged others instead of turning to Him because I thought that was going to make me happier - when I belittled and looked down on my friends and family - when I turned away from the one who was hurting, smelled bad, or simply required too much of my time.

We are purposefully left with a cliff-hanger at the end of the Prodigal Son story.  We assume that the oldest son thinks this grace to be too scandalous to buy into.  But it really doesn't say if he will end up joining the party for his younger brother or if he will choose to remain judgemental and bitter.  We have this decision as well.  

If he understands that his Father will do anything to be in perfect harmony with His children, he can let go of his judgemental spirit and freely join the celebration - he can delight in the fattened calf and all of the festivities that go along with it - not comparing himself to anyone else - and live in the freedom of knowing he has been loved beyond anything he could have done that could separate him from His Father.

When we allow the Good Friday message to melt us into union with God, we can show scandalous grace to others.  We can love those who have hurt us.  We can go to the margins and not care what others think of us.  There is no longer a desire to climb the ladder.  We can run after those who have no one running after them, the outcast, the prisoner - because we have finally understood what "It is finished" (John 19:30) means.  He has done all He could to show us how much He loves and wants to be with us.

"God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God." (2 Corinthians 5:21)

Friday, July 22, 2016


Yesterday, for the first time, I accompanied my daughter to a Plastic Surgeon's office.  She needed to have a cyst looked at.  While we were waiting in the room she asked what the six clear, jelly-filled molds were.  I explained what they were, she was disgusted.  I also told her a story about when her sister was very young she asked, while watching some program on TV, if women could have them reduced as well.  I told her that, yes, they could, and she then asked if that's what I had done.  Lovely.

Anyway, this visit was quite nicely timed with my daily meditation series that I've been receiving via email by Richard Rohr.  It's all about perfectionism.  More specifically, how perfectionism defeats the soul and creates legalism and self-preoccupation.  I was there.  Friends who have known me for a long time know this.  I still feel it sneaking up on me and need to flee from it, but at least I see it now.  Yuk.  Why do we so often worry about being better than others??

So, if Matthew 5:48 tells us to be perfect as our heavenly Father is perfect, how are we to do this?  Well, the context is in regards to LOVING OUR ENEMIES!  If we are suffering from the disease of perfectionism, we have made impossible demands on ourselves and others and end up with superiority, impatience, dismissiveness, and negative thinking... this defeats the soul  Been there.  Done that.  Still do (hopefully, less).

I recently got away with my girlfriends from college and one of them asked me if I was even a Christian anymore because I had changed so much in my acceptance of others.  I was torn in how to feel about that comment.  I realizle it was a compliment because in the past year after having obtained my degree in Social Work and working through the spiritual depths of the Twelve Steps, I have discovered my weaknesses and embraced mercy.  It has been in my discovering my need for mercy and grace that I have been able to extend that to others.  But the other half of me was sad because I realized that the perception of Christians is often that they/we are judgy.

Rohr credits Therese of Lisieux for bringing the spirituality of imperfection into mainline Christianity.  She embraced her sinfulness and surrendered herself to God's mercy...  She let God's mercy be her perfection.  When we accept the gifts of mercy and compassion and forgiveness from God because we know we desperately need them, we become whole - holy - perfect; and it is only then that we can love our enemies.

Thomas Merton (who I love so much right now!) writes about this, too.  ... to be little, to be nothing, to rejoice in your imperfections, to be glad that you are not worthy of attention, that you are of no account in the universe.  This is the only liberation  Wow, so the dream of going to Hollywood and becoming famous isn't all it's cracked up to be?  Yep.  The more I puff myself up or take on roles of leadership and give myself a sense of superiority, the more bound I am.  I've realized that I am only free when I go low. Just re-reading this quote helps me to relax and be overcome with a sense of peace because it is so much easier to live this way - falling, rather than striving.   I am much more able to love others when I embrace my imperfections, which lead me into the Arms of Mercy, and allow me to be arms of mercy to others.

So, being perfect isn't really about what we look like.  It's about how we love.  And it starts with letting God love us - every part of us.  Even our imperfections.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016


Last year, I was chosen to be on a jury for a murder trial.  I no longer had children unattended at home during the day, so it was time to report.  While it did feel a wee bit flattering to be one of the thirteen out of eighty-something people interviewed, it was short-lived.  Each evening, I would have to text my kids and let them know that I would not be home until after dinner and then go through directions on how to prepare the planned meal.  This part was actually a blessing in disguise because it showed them that they could make their dinner without me - and probably more important, it showed ME that they could make dinner without me.

On day five, which was Friday at 5pm, we were forced to relinquish all electronic devices and began deliberation. Four hours later when the judge called us in (prior to our foreman telling him that we had reached a decision), he told us that since we had not come to a decision yet, we would be sequestered until tomorrow.

I completely freaked.

It was 9pm on a Friday, and my kids had no idea that their mother would not be home that night.  What would they do without me??  Of equal importance, I had a flight out to go see a friend on Saturday that I was obviously going to miss.  This was crazy.  The judge would not even bite on the single mom card.  He told me to have the guard call my wasband (I do not like the term "ex-"), and get him to come to my house and sleep with the kids.  That was going to be lovely to be on the other end of that call!  We were escorted by a few policemen down a secret hallway and into a white mini-bus type of vehicle that took us to our new home.  I could not get out of myself.  The other jurors were way better at handling this than I was.  How would life go on without me?  How was my friend going to survive without my visit the next day?  How was I going to even tell him? (he's in prison, don't get any ideas)

 " the humble man, there is no longer any such thing as self-pity" (Rohr).
I have far to go.

We arrived at the hotel and were put in "jury rooms":  no phones, no reading material of any type, and no TVs.  We congregated in the dining room and got to choose something to eat off of the jury menu as well.  Several of them bonded over drinks, but I was too busy wondering if life would be able to handle itself without me.  We were given mini toiletry bags with a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, and shampoo.  The guard even went to Walgreens to get contact solution for those who needed it, while the other one roamed the hallway in front of our rooms so that we were constantly supervised (not sure if this was to protect us or keep us from doing anything rash).

The reason this is coming up now is that I just drove past the hotel!  I had such flashbacks as to what an egomaniac I was only a year ago.  How I was convinced that no other juror could have had as much responsibility as I did at home.  And more importantly, how, if I knew then what I knew now, that some things we just cannot change and we need to accept them, I could have actually enjoyed myself.

It's called acceptance.
It comes after humility.

Humility (according to Richard Rohr) is something that can walk happily along the road by which it is lead.  It is a way to rejoice in our ordinariness.  It consists in our being satisfied with what is given to us.  Jury duty was also a privilege of my citizenship.  I did not look at it that way.  I was given a certificate and about enough money for lunch each day.  It was an honor.  I could have made some very good friends and enjoyed a nice meal(s) had I chosen to react with a willing spirit rather than one that battled everything.  I recently heard this referred to as surfing as opposed to boxing; or rolling with it instead of fighting it (just some more great Twelve-Step stuff).

But there's more... we were sequestered by this judge because he didn't want us to be influenced by any media or people as we thought about the case.  He also wanted us to show up and be on time, which some of us had not done well during the week.  But, I also think he wanted to provide "team-bonding".  Since we were not allowed to deliberate the case outside of the deliberation room, we were only allowed to talk about things unrelated to the case - hence, we had to get to know each other better.  The judge thought the case was very clear-cut, and there was obviously some disagreement going on that he wanted to diminish via sequestering.  What seemed like complete and utter punishment was actually him caring about us enough to keep us safe, feed us, get us to bond with each other, and not allow outside influences - because he had already invested so much in us.

And we had been chosen for this.

Sequestering is also known as being kept separate; secluded; isolated; remote, or isolated.  I think that if we do not do this on our own through a regular practice of prayer and meditation, those who God really wants to get a hold of, He will sequester, like the judge did in my case.  Contemplation is for the purpose of guarding your mind and your heart (from any influences outside of your true source, your center).  Sounds like sequestering to me.  Reminds me of Jonah actually.  Jonah did not choose to be isolated, he chose to disobey, so God isolated him in order to teach him.  When we are secluded, our needs are met so we don't have to worry about being provided for - just as David met the needs of his ten concubines in 2 Samuel when he placed them in seclusion.  And, as Abraham and God did for Hagar when he sent her away with his son.  But Elizabeth did the opposite.  In Luke 1:24 (The Message), it says that Elizabeth conceived and "went off by herself for five months, relishing her pregnancy."  She chose isolation in order to contemplate what she had been given - to cherish this moment with her God, knowing He would meet her needs.

We think seclusion is punishment but it is actually for growth.

What I thought was the worst thing that has happened to me in life (I was quite emotional and full of self-pity at the time, which is why it's taken me over a year to write about the experience), was actually to teach me that I AM NOT IN CONTROL.  Ugh.  I hate that lesson.  I was put into seclusion, like Jonah, even though I was with others, in order to learn and grow and LET GO.  Richard Rohr says to "trust descent and the dark periods of life as good teachers."  That is a humble stance to being forced into seclusion, or in this case, being sequestered.  

Thomas Merton brings it home for me with these brilliant words that display the lessons I am learning in this:

"The only true joy on earth is to escape from the prison 
of our own self-hood"


"it is the cocoon (seclusion) that masks the transition stage 
between what crawls and what flies."

Monday, June 27, 2016

Just Close Your Eyes!

There has been a two-year-old living in our home for about a month.  As sweet and social and brave as she is, as the smallest in the house, she is quite demanding...  While we do not really understand what she says most of the time, "WANT THAT!!!" is a phrase that seems to be quite clear.  It is often followed by a very pretty "please" (which she caught on to very quickly).  If this is not immediately followed by receiving the desired item, a high-pitched scream ensues.  Ninety percent of the time, we have no clue what "that" is that she is referring to.  And we have a feeling that neither does she.  She just knows that she wants something.  This whole one-sided game replays itself several times during the day, most often in the car (which is quite difficult if I'm the only other one in it).

WE do this all the time.  We think there is something out there that will satisfy us, often not knowing what it is we really want...  Oooo, a cool shirt, nope, that didn't do it.  Oooo, ice-cream, nope - still searching.  Oooo, a new friend, a new pet, a new car, a new (insert anything here!).

Then I read this by Albert Haase:
Spirituality is not about "getting" anything, but becoming aware of what we already have.

St. Teresa of Avila calls it "The Interior Castle".
Bono refers to it in: "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For".
St. Augustine brings it all together when he tells God; "You have made us for Yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You."

Ah-Ha!  So, all I have to do is tell the sweet little munchkin that she really just needs to center herself and discover who it is that is residing in her.  Simply close her eyes, and rest in the present moment. Just let her know that she will only be content when she realizes that she already has ALL SHE NEEDS!  No problem.

Last week, we went to a very busy water park (guess that's redundant in June).   While my ten-year-old went off with her friend, I was left with this little ball of energy (I would have been bored had she not been with me, so I was grateful).  As bold as she is, she is also a major snuggler.  Several times, as nap time approached, she would run up to me in her soaking wet suit and swim diaper (which, we all know, barely holds a thing), grab hold of my neck, stick her thumb in her mouth and rest her head on my chest.  I melted.  I didn't really care what was soaking into me.  I simply closed my eyes amidst the screams of joy (and terror) going on around us and let the overwhelming peace of this moment take over.

St. Teresa explains why we close our eyes in these situations - we are making an effort not to look at other things of the world.  We don't want to get distracted by anything else.  WE DON'T WANT TO WANT ANYTHING ELSE BECAUSE WE ARE AT PEACE HERE, so we close our eyes to anything that might entice us or draw us away from Presence.

Jean Vanier, the founder of L 'Arche communities, said that those who are rejected by society because of their weakness and apparent uselessness are, in fact, a presence of God.  This goes for  the poor and marginalized of society; prisoners, those with physical and mental disabilities who have been chalked up as a "waste", and, often times, children.  He then says that as we welcome the stranger, we will gradually discover the stranger inside of us.  When we welcome the broken outside, they call us to discover the broken inside.

All these quotes helped me to understand why I closed my eyes and continue to remember the crazy peace that I felt in that moment.  It helps me understand the love that overwhelmed my soul when I just basked in the Presence while not allowing myself to see or want anything else.  

I was holding the presence of God in the stranger, the one rejected by society.

I realized that I did not need anything else because the brokenness in me was loving the brokenness in her, and that was filling us both.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Why I Want to go to Jail

I want to go to jail.  Prison would be even better.

I've been training to work on a correspondence course called "Houses of Healing" by Lionheart foundation which is amazing.  The title itself tells you what the premise is - that prison and jail should be houses of healing.  They are not to be places to cast people out of society and seclude so as to not do any more harm and then the job is done.  They are to be transformational and rehabilitative.  This program has been going on for over 10 years with groups of people and for those in solitary, through letter writing.  This allows people like me, who cannot travel to do groups in prisons because they are far away, to get involved.  I'm excited!  

For three years now, I've known a gentle man who has been in and out of jail his whole life.  He has two great little kids and cares deeply about them.  He has always had a really hard time finding a job because of his record.  He is currently awaiting a potential 15 year sentence.  He was not born in a zip code where kids who are born there often thrive.  I was. 

Over a year ago, I had the pleasure of meeting a man who was completing his 8 year sentence in a Federal Prison.  I was his first visitor.  He is a wonderful, kind and compassionate man.  He happened to be born to parents who sold crack for a living.  He allowed his experience in prison to transform him and he has been employed now for about a year and in a great relationship with his children, married, and thriving in society.

Hebrews 13:3 says "Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them.  Look on victims of abuse as if what happened to them happened to you."  Now, I know God is wise, but this one is impressive. These are not two separate entities - those who are in prison and those who are victims of abuse.  80% of prisoners are victims of abuse.  During my trauma course, I learned that jails would be emptied if abuse were eradicated.  I also saw the truth of this while working in probation.

I've just completed reading "Slow Kingdom Coming", by Kent Annan.  He reminded me of a quote by Martin Luther King Jr.: 
"Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don't know each other; they don't know each other because they can not communicate; they can not communicate because they are separated."  
Then Annan went on to say, "We build bridges of respect by engaging with others deeply...".  When we engage with others, we build bridges of communication, get to know someone else who is different from us, lose fear of them because we now know them and their story, and then start to love.  As we enter the truth of people's lives, we see the world differently.  Annan calls this "truthing".  I had never heard that word before but I like it.  As I got to know my friends mentioned above, I learned that how they grew up was vastly different from how I grew up.  It made sense to me why they made some of the decisions they did.  

My favorite part of being a probations officer was visiting the women in jail.  They loved having someone else to talk to besides those they were living with, and didn't even care that it was a measly intern like myself, so I loved going.  I didn't realize it at the time, but I was truthing with them.  I was learning their stories, like how they become a heroin addict, and why they would prostitute themselves.  It actually made sense.  I learned to love them as bridges were built from this.  That's pretty much why I stunk at being a probations officer.

As I learn from truthing on myself, I can understand why I have the biases and tendencies of protection (read addictions) that I do - and I am learning to acknowledge them, accept them, and then I can let go of them rather than letting them sap life from me.  Thomas Merton explains why this works when he said; "The only true joy on earth is to escape from the prison of our own self-hood."

Regarding my relationship with prisoners, aboriginal Australian leader Lilla Watson has shown me why I love it so much; "If you have come here to help me, you are wasting your time.  But if you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together."  Escaping the prison of my self-hood, as Merton terms it, is directly related to realizing that my own liberation comes from liberating others.  I know I'm bound up.  I know I'm not any better than you are.  I know when I get in relationship with others who are also bound up, we can begin to untangle each other.

This is me and my friend who is in the middle of a 19 year sentence in Federal Prison.  He has changed my life.  Several years prior to his incarceration, he said in a speech, "What is the greatest joy?  It is the happiness found in extending our truest talents upon those who stand in the deepest of darkness.  Those we pretend not to notice.  Those we are afraid to look in the eye because of what they might ask us."  He lived this for a long time.  What he didn't know was he was prepping the hearers for how he would one day want to be treated.


Friday, May 20, 2016

Restoration & Community

I've been stalling on this one.  Not because I don't want to write it but because it is pretty important to me and I don't want to mess it up.  Today, I am feeling brave - and it is overcast outside, so a good day to stay in and write ;).
I've been reading Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton, which is my new favorite book - ever!
(Pretty much because I feel like I am being hugged as soon as I open it and read any sentence).  Maybe it's the lovely cover that caught my eye, or the 1949 copywrite date.  Here's one of the quotesWhy that got me pondering:
"Living with other people and learning to lose yourself in the understanding of their weaknesses and deficiencies which are also your own - is not only the way to perfection in general but even helps us to become true contemplatives."
I've been intrigued with the contemplatives lately.  When I heard of Richard Rohr's Center for Contemplation and Action, it made sense why.  Contemplation leads to action.  We need both.  We either contemplate totally and burst from gluttony, or we act too much and become so empty that we have no gas in the tank.  This quote of Merton's shows the necessity in a shared life and how it also requires contemplation.  We all have weaknesses.  We cannot live alone and thrive.  I learned this while working on probation.  Most of the women I worked with were isolated (or, at least they said they were).  Staying away from bad influences is not the way to overcome our addictions.  It helps as a band-aid, but it does not allow us to know our True Selves by living in relationship with others.

When we live by ourselves, and do not socialize with others, we cannot become formed into who we were meant to become.

Gary Thomas wrote a couple of books on how we are shaped by living with others.  One is Sacred Marriage and the other is Sacred Parenting.  The premise of both is that marriage and parenting is not meant to make us happy but to make us holy.  I currently have three scalpels living in my home right now.  They are forming me into my True Self.  One is sharper than the other two this week, but they all take turns.  Going back to Merton, when we lose ourselves in understanding others' weaknesses, we see our own, and we become merciful with them because we see how much we need mercy for ourselves!

Then I saw this by Eric Fromm:
" The deepest need of men is the need to overcome his separateness, to leave the prison of his aloneness".
This says the same thing but uses the word prison, which resonated with me.  One of my passions right now is the lack of corrections in the "Federal Corrections Institution".   If aloneness is a prison, and aloneness does not shape us, why are we locking people up alone instead of getting them the help and support in the way of a supportive community, group, or people that they need????  Oops - you can tell by the amount of question marks that my hands were pressing very hard on the keys during that one.

Lastly, here is another thought from a Twelve-Step Recovery program:
"I isolated because I was afraid to let anyone know me - I never felt that I belonged or fit anywhere... Being part of a group allowed me to open up...  We isolate to avoid rejection because we think that hurts worse and are doing more harm to ourselves."
If you or anyone you are close to is a Twelve-Stepper, you know that that is their home away from home.  There is an overwhelming sense of peace that pours over you when you walk into the room of your people.  The goal of these programs is to end isolation because that is the disease.  Addictions are diseases of isolation and it keeps us living in shame.   How is a prisoner going to heal when all she does is sit by herself and think about what a horrible person she is.  Like the kids who got sent to the corner in school to stand there while everyone else stared at them.  That is not restorative justice, it is retributive justice.  One brings us closer to who we were made to be and the other separates and punishes and makes smaller.  The last sentence of the above quote is spot on - we think rejection hurts worse than isolation, but risking rejection (being vulnerable) is one of the best things we can do for ourselves in our healing and recovery process! I just returned from a wonderful weekend with my college girlfriends and bearing our souls with one another was like taking boulders off of each other.  Thanks, ladies!

Richard Rohr, in his book, Breathing Under Water, reminds us that restorative justice (the one we need in prisons) restores relationships with themselves, with God, and with others.  Sorry, I have to add another quote of his:
 "Studies now show that threat and punishment are the least effective forms of social change or long-lasting improvement. They are efficient yes, but not effective at all... One has to wonder, do we really want people to grow, or do we just want to be in control of the moment?"
This speaks to me as a parent, who often errs on wanting to be in control of the moment, and sees the quickest way to dwindle the fire with a threat or punishment or isolating.  It also speaks to me as a social worker, who wants to work for social change in order to end the isolation.  Whether they are in isolation on their own choosing or because someone else is choosing that for them - it is not helping those who most need it - those who are homeless, without families, addicted or in prison.  Lastly, it speaks to me as a Christian.  All over Ezekiel, Yahweh punishes his people by loving them even more (Rohr).  Wow.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Full Life from Weakness

I went through a phase in my teenage years where I wanted to be a bodybuilder.  Go ahead - roll on floor laughing.  I ate tuna out of the can, naked sweet potatoes, read Muscle & Fitness cover to cover, performed supersets, and even practiced my hand at drawing these iron-clad tanned bodies.  I’ve got to hand it to my mother who just let me go through this phase without a hitch (I blamed it on my joints being too large, but it was really the enormous amount of discipline that I lacked).

It passed.

I was actually in the elevator of a hotel a few months ago with my kids and happened to be smack dab in the middle of some of these competitors on their way to an event. I didn’t want to get too close for fear of rubbing off their bronzeness.  I was thankful that God had other plans for me but still admired the discipline.
Because of this phase, followed by the triathlete phase, and several more like that, I realize that I craved being strong - or at least appearing strong.  Notsomuch any more.

I’ve been intrigued with John 21:18 lately.  Commentaries say that it’s about Jesus telling Peter the specific way in which he was going to die, on a cross, upside down, but I think it’s about more than that.  I think it’s about how we are actually to live:

I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go… Follow me!- Jesus

This is not talking about the younger Peter as a toddler because Jesus says he dressed himself and went where he wanted.  When we do this, we are at least old enough to do so. That is the American way - as in the Burger King, Frank Sinatra way.  Clearly, at this point, Peter was old enough to be on his own and go where he wanted.  But we all know that often times when we go wherever we want to go, it gets us into trouble.  I do this all of the time, but college was a doozy.  I even decided to drive my friends on a side road during a blizzard because the highways were shut down.  Not a good ending.  Richard Rohr also helped me see that when we go our own way, it is actually immaturity.  This is the upside down Kingdom that Jesus talks about often.

It is when we stretch out our hands and let God dress us and lead us places we would rather not go that we are showing maturity because we are trusting Him.  He  has shown His faithfulness in the past, and  we may not have so great a track record…

Jesus then tells Peter, “follow me”.  Right before He was crucified, Jesus stretched out his hands, his clothes were changed, and went somewhere He did not want to go.  Is this what He wants us to follow?

Mary Jo Leddy, who works with refugees in Canada, said “Renouncing self-will is the most important business of all - if we die before we die, we come to freedom, for the future belongs to those who have nothing left to lose.”  This is the death that Jesus was telling Peter he needed to partake in - death to his own ways.  Having nothing left to lose makes us brave to do crazy things because we are free.

We can only be lead where we do not want to go when we come to the realization that we are the weaker one.  Weakness, Rohr says, is the core freedom of the Gospel itself.  It is the glue that holds us to others.  When we think we are strong, it repels others.  Think about a bodybuilder and a baby.  Which one would you like to draw close to?  (Maybe this is a bad analogy for some ladies).
The baby is helpless and knows it and throws up his hands in acknowledgement of this, while the other seems completely independent and in need of nothing - Jesus started as a baby as an example for us.

When we stretch out our hand and let Jesus take it, we are allowing Him to do with us as He pleases because we know His way is better.  When we let Him dress us, we are admitting that we cannot clean ourselves up on our own.  When we go places we would rather not go, we are renouncing our own pride, and letting Him show us something that we cannot see.  We are usually taken to these places for our safety, for our own growth, or for joy, but we don’t see it until we trust in the unseen first.
Another word for dress that was used in a different translation was “gird” - it means to fasten, secure, equip or prepare.  Jesus is telling Peter that when he was young, he did this for himself, but when he is more mature, he will allow another to do this for him.
I don’t know about you, but I would rather not be in charge of securing myself.  I need something stronger to secure myself to - I don’t want to be the one running the show or going at it alone.  I think this is one of the reasons I love sitting in the passenger seat.  Romans 8:26 says “the spirit helps us in our weakness” - not our strength!  That makes me want to be weak.

If you’ve heard Brene Brown’s vulnerability talks, this should resonate with you.  She says the same thing.  Vulnerability brings people together.  Showing our weaknesses instead of our strengths is actually what attracts us to each other.  I don’t really want to hang out with someone who’s got it all together - then I look and feel bad.  I don’t want to see my friend’s perfect children on Facebook because then I feel like I’m doing a crappy job (and sometimes I hide their notifications if I am feeling this way ;).  In our house, we argue, call names, have acne, addictions, slam doors, need tutors, need therapists, get C's, and mess up all the time.

Henri Nouwen captures this beautifully in his book, Lifesigns:

Only when we dare to lay down our protective shields and trust each other enough to confess our shared weakness and need can we live a fruitful life together… The most fruitful life ever lived is the life of Jesus, who did not cling to his divine power but became as we are (Philippians 2:6-7)…  He came as a small child, dependent on the care and protection of others.

In closing, the best part of John 21 is right after Jesus tells Peter how he was to die - it says, “Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God” (21:19).  We glorify God when we give Him our hand willingly and allow the One stronger and wiser than we are to take us places we don’t think we want to go because we trust Him and we know ourselves (we mess up!).  When I have a surprise for my kids and tell them just to come with me so I can show them, I am the excited one, and they are the reluctant ones.  If only they knew how amazing it would be if they just listened and followed me!