Genuine <3 = Constant 4giveness

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If our relationships were lived in perfection, they would constantly reflect Christ.

But how do you love the not-so-perfect people in your life every day?

  • Your parents?
  • Your siblings?
  • Your boyfriend or girlfriend?
  • Your BFF?
  • And later in life…a husband or wife?

When you’re REALLY hurt–when they’ve done something to you that just plain SUCKS…what do you do?

Give up? Throw in the towel?

Give them a dose of the silent treatment?

Cuss, scream, punch the pillow and QUIT?

“Love one another like Christ loves the Church,” we throw around those Heavenly ideas, not knowing what the Hell we’re talking about. The last half of Ephesians 5 talks about love, comparing husband and wife to Christ and the Church. We know this is a teenage blog, but we believe the point for you to take away from this is that LOVE, in any relationship, requires constant forgiveness.

Forgiveness is an act sacrifice.

A sacrifice of what? Your pride. Your own way. Selfishness.

The other day on Facebook, my friend Becca said, “So many times we conveniently forget our own forgiveness hinges on our forgiveness of others.”

That’s Biblical, too. Colossians 3:13 says, “Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you.”

Lindsey and I aren’t perfect.

Our marriage isn’t perfect. Our lives aren’t perfect. Our speech, habits, and everyday doings are far from perfect, but the reason that others consistently comment on what a great marriage/relationship we have is because we try to model ourselves after this Scripture from Colossians.

We don’t quote it.

We don’t have it memorized or written down on an index card that we carry in our pockets, but without even thinking about it specifically, we try to live our lives in this manner:

  1. Be even-tempered: Steve says, “Lindsey is the most even-tempered person I know. She’s constant. Steady. Not a drama queen (guys–look for a girl who is not a drama queen. Trust me.)”
  2. Content with 2nd place: Lindsey says, “Thinking about what you need to reach your goals for the day. How can I help my husband (or in your case, your parents, friends, siblings) make something happen that will bring them joy or fulfillment.”
  3. Quick to forgive an offense: Steve says, “Countless times I have not been content with 2nd place, wanting my way, putting myself first, being selfish (even it it’s for something ministry-related), without first consulting or considering my sweet wife…but no matter what, she’s always quick to forgive. QUICK is relative–it could be 5 minutes or it could be two days. I have to also give her space to heal, so she will want to forgive my goof-up.”
  4. Realize how much Jesus has forgiven us: Lindsey says, “One day I asked God to search my heart. I began to cry because of what I was holding. I visualized Jesus standing before me, His body beaten and bloody just before being nailed to the cross. I looked straight into His eyes and then looked down at what I held in my hands. I began to weep. Choosing to hold onto my issue means that I have to look Jesus in the eyes and say “The price you paid was not enough!” The pain that is in your heart, and whatever caused it, let it go. Give it to Jesus, He’s already suffered the pain so that you don’t have to. When we choose to hold on to the pain in our lives we reduce the worth of Jesus’ sacrifice.”

So…how do you love the not-so-perfect people in your life every day?

Realize that every single day, every nano-second of every moment, Jesus Christ (the only Perfect One), still chooses to forgive YOUR not-so-perfect life.

Forgiveness, is not just a one-time dealsalvation is.

Salvation happens the instant you ask Jesus to forgive your sins and live in your heart, but you still live on this side of Heaven and until you breathe your final breath, will continue to screw things up. Jesus’ act of surrender on the Cross was a one-time event, but the forgiveness we receive as a result is constant…it is never-ending.

–Steve and Lindsey

GOD LOVES (not-so-perfect) TEENAGERS!

One Class I’ve Never Passed

Inspired by a 3/28/2004 journal entry, while in Rovaniemi, Finland.

James 3:6, “The tongue can set the whole course of your life on fire.”

“Course” in this context, means “pathway” or “direction” or “destiny”. However, used another way, it means “class” or “time of instruction”.

Life is a course:

  • A series of lessons.
  • Tests.

Pass or fail–our lives affect others.

And related to this Scripture–our words affect others.

All my life, people have said I would one day become either a preacher or a politician. 1st, they said it to my Mom, but as I became older, they constantly said it to me. (Funny thing is that both titles, generally speaking, make me want to barf.)

Being a communicator is a blessing and a curse.

That being said, like it or not, those folks were right.

Communication is involved in every single thing I enjoy:

  • Photographer: I communicate visually.
  • Worship leader: I lead people, musically, in commune with God.
  • Writer: more words.
  • Sign language interpreter (my profession): I help bridge the communication gap.
  • Teacher, Speaker, Radio Host

The formal titles are things I love…but the Steve Austin off-stage, away from the blog or the mic, when I put down the lens, and clock out…is just a big mouth!

You peeps who frequent this website tend to leave all sorts of comments and compliments on the stories and devotions that I write, but did you know…

  • When I was about 10, I was with my favorite cousin and we had just gotten off the phone with our great-aunt, didn’t realize the phone didn’t hang up correctly, and I called my favorite great-aunt a b!tch. She heard me. She was crushed. And I felt like a fool.
  • When I was 12, I screamed, “I HATE YOU!” in my Momma’s face because I didn’t get my way. (Side note: I have always had the GREATEST Momma in the whole freakin’ world. Seriously.)
  • In recent years, multiple times, due to a lack of self-control and an over-abundance of alcohol, I have said very hurtful things to my wife. Awful things. Mean things.
  • I still use the word “retard” inappropriately. Even though my Dad’s brother is mentally retarded and I know how much that word can hurt.

By not sowing peace with my words, many times I have acted like a total…

Okay, so what’s my point?

To air my dirty laundry?

To prove what a fool I can be?

Not quite.

But to tell you that the old quote, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” is a load of crap.

It’s completely untrue.

Words hurt.

Broken bones can heal, but the scars left by harsh, vile, disrespectful, rude, slanderous, mean, inappropriate words, even if they’re meant to be a joke, can last for many years.

When the tables were turned on me, middle school thru college, I was frequently called a “queer”, “homo”, or “fag” because I didn’t hunt or play sports (two Southern idols)…those words hurt.

Words can destroy:

  • Words can ruin a reputation, a run for office, a career, a friendship, even a marriage.
  • Words can start fights or even wars.

Or words can heal:

  • Words can encourage a broken heart and soothe a damaged soul.
  • Words can win elections.
  • Words can bond two people together for life.

Life is a course.

Sometimes I pass the tests with flying colors, but the test I have continually flunked is on how to control my tongue.

Here’s the challenge and the encouragement:

James 3:18 says, “If you sow peace, you reap a harvest of righteousness.”

If your life (including your words) is peaceful, then what you reap is a truckload of righteousness.

Why?

If I teach, give, and live peace, then those around me who imitate my life will spread more peace and reap more righteousness.

Question: How do you control your tongue?

–Steve

God LOVES (big-mouthed) Teenagers!

What would Jesus laugh at?

I read this article this morning…and if you know me, I love to laugh, to tell jokes, etc.  On multiple occasions, I have complained about Christians who take themselves far too seriously.

By Josef Kuhn (Religion News Service)

WASHINGTON–Three priests–a Dominican, a Franciscan and a Jesuit–walk into a bar.

According to the Rev. James Martin, it’s not only the opening to a good joke, but quite possibly the saving grace of religion.

Martin’s new book, “Between Heaven and Mirth: Why Joy, Humor, and Laughter Are at the Heart of the Spiritual Life,” says religious people would be a lot happier — and holier — if they lightened up and took themselves a little less seriously.

“Joy, as a number of spiritual writers have said, is the surest sign of the Holy Spirit,” the Jesuit priest said at a recent gig at Georgetown University.

But, he continued, “there are certain Roman Catholics who seem to think that being religious means being deadly serious all the time.”

Martin, culture editor of the Jesuit magazine America and the unofficial chaplain to Comedy Central’s “Colbert Report,” is, well, wickedly funny.

Martin conceived the idea for his book while promoting his earlier book, “My Life With the Saints.” He found that audiences seemed most interested in stories that showed the saints to be full of joy and good humor. Or, in other words, a little less pedestal, a little more human.

“I think Catholics are so used to hearing about the saints as kind of dour, gloomy, depressed people, that that was a surprise to them,” Martin said. “It was almost as if Catholics were hungry for that permission, almost, to enjoy themselves.”

The other thing he found was the irony of working with “professional” religious people who were, “in a word, grim.”

While joy shows a person is growing closer to God, Martin argues, it is also crucial to the health of the church. “Humor evangelizes,” he said simply.

Addressing an audience at the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops recently, he added that the best way to increase vocations to the priesthood or the convent is to “live your own vocation joyfully. Why would anyone want to join a group of miserable people?”

Although Martin uses his own Catholic faith most frequently in his examples, his argument extends to other faiths, he said.

“Stories from a variety of religious traditions show that humor can serve some serious purposes,” he writes, pointing to funny Talmudic legends, Confucian aphorisms and Zen Buddhist koans.

Martin said humor — especially self-deprecating humor — is “essential” for interfaith dialogue because it “relaxes” the discussion.

“It humanizes you, and it also reminds people that … you take your faith seriously, but you don’t take yourself too seriously,” he said.

Of course, Martin admitted, there are certain lines that cannot be crossed when using humor around religious matters. He’d never tell a joke “making fun of certain people, making fun of certain Catholic beliefs, denigrating people, anything that’s ad hominem.”

“The best jokes are the ones that poke fun at yourself. So I can tell jokes about Catholics, Jesuits and priests, because I’m all three,” he said. His favorite thing to poke fun at when it comes to Jesuits is their perceived worldliness, at least compared to other religious orders.

Martin said he “would never and could never” make a joke out of something like the sexual abuse scandals in the church. Humor about the pope is OK, he said, especially if the pope invites it.

“Even better are jokes that the popes themselves tell,” he said, referring to one time when Pope John XXIII made fun of an archbishop’s growing girth. Asked once how many people worked in the Vatican, John XXIII replied, “about half.”

Efforts to inject merriment into matters of the spirit are not always met warmly. Martin said he “quite frequently” gets into trouble with his jokes.

“If you ever tell a joke that includes Jesus or Mary, not as the object of fun, but even if they’re in the joke … some people don’t like that. People should know the difference between humor and disrespect,” he said.

Currently, Martin is working on a book about the life of Christ. “The definitive book on Jesus,” he said, laughing.

Then he added, more soberly, “Make sure you say, ‘He said jokingly.’ You never know, with religious people. That’s part of the problem. Even something that is clearly a joke … you can see people taking it seriously and being offended.”

From: The Washington Post (click here to view the article on their site)

What do YOU think?

–Steve

GOD LOVES (Funny) TEENAGERS!

Love, Vomit, and the Cheese Wagon

My sister drives a school bus. The big ol’ cheese wagon. I don’t know if you currently ride a bus to school, or remember riding the bus, but stuff happens on the school bus. My sister tells stories about that stuff and those cheese wagon riders.

Today’s story involves vomit.

An elementary school boy got sick… And puked in the floor on the bus. Kids screamed and moved as far away as they could. Except one boy- a middle school guy, who kept his cool, stepped over the puke and sat down beside the little sick kid. The older boy patted the younger one and said “Don’t worry, dude. You’ll be alright.”

My sister talked about how sweet the older boy was and how he was the only one who didn’t make the sick kid feel worse about blowing chunks on the ride home. (reminds me of Carlos Whitaker’s “suck less”- check it out here)

Then she said she had to clean the bus before going home. Ew. “But you know, it wasn’t bad at all because he is one of the ones I love .”

Hmm. “I believe I will have to blog about that.” I said to her. “What?” she asked, “Blog about throwing up on the bus?” “Blog about how love makes it better.”

Today’s story involves love.

When there is love, the mess doesn’t seem so disgusting. When there is love, there is a willingness to get involved, even in the middle of the mess. When there is love, we don’t scream and try to move as far away as possible at the sight of the mess. When there is love, cleaning up the the most vile of messes is a task we are willing to undertake.
In Scott Wilcher’s book The Orphaned Generation, he compared Jesus to a life guard who dove into a sewer to rescue us. Jesus left heaven, dove head first into a vile sewer, to rescue me from drowning in my own nasty mess.

To rescue you.

That’s some love. He didn’t ask us to get out of the sewer and shower off first. He came after us, while we were still covered in stink. And still does….Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love. 1 Corinthians 13:13
(shoot- read the whole chapter- it’s all about love.) Jesus said, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence. this is the most important, the first on any list. But there is a second to set alongside it: ‘Love others as well as you love yourself.’” Matthew 22 37-39 MSG
This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. John 3:16
We are called to love each other (and not just when we are fresh out of a bath). And I am so thankful that Jesus loved me so much that he left heaven for me- even though I am a mess.

What is your favorite verse about love?

–gigi

GOD LOVES (MESSY) TEENAGERS

Rebekah’s story: I AM Beautiful!

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you may think i’m this perfect girl who has it all under control. on the outside, that’s what i look like and act like. but if you really knew me, you’d know all that…it’s a lie. i was born into what the world views as a perfect family. mommy, daddy, their little girl, and a small cozy house in alabama. i was raised in church. i was saved at age 5 in VBS, and knew all the “church” answers. the problem was, i had religion but not a relationship.

my family loves me and has always loved me. family has never been an issue for me. self-esteem, on the other hand, always has. i’ve always been the sort of hopeless, romantic type. i always had the strange need to be loved, not just by my family and friends. i wanted a fairytale of my own.in 7th grade, this guy came into my life. he was my WORLD, even though we only went out for a month. i was at the beach the summer before 8th grade, checked my facebook, and found that i had several messages from different friends all about the same thing….him. in the month we dated he: asked my friend what she’d do if he kissed her, asked another if she’d go out with him if we broke up and asked her for pictures (she said yes), asked another for a picture of her in her new bikini, and sent a message to a bunch of my friends asking what they’d do if they woke up next to him…naked. i was devastated. as you can imagine, this did NOT help my self-esteem. i saw myself as a failure. an ugly, worthless piece of junk.
i came to my decision. i was gonna take the pain out on myself. one night in the shower, i picked up my dad’s razor and slit my wrist. i thought it would be a sense of relief. in my mind, it would help me choose when i was in pain and when i wasnt.all it did was cause more problems. and it hurt. i had to find another way to relieve the pain. i turned to anorexia, and when my parents started getting suspicious, i changed to bulimia. i even once tried to take my own life.in my mind, the world hated me, and if i was gone, it would be one less problem for them to deal with. if my mom hadn’t gotten home early, i wouldn’t be sitting here today. but God had bigger plans.

my friend hannah sensed something was going on, though she knew nothing. she invited me to come to the basement with her. matt pitt spoke on love that night. he told me that God loved me, that i was beautiful in God’s eyes, that he bought me with a price, that i was VALUABLE AND LOVED, and the God had plans for my life. that night radically changed me. i was set free.

many guys have come and gone since then. i look at it this way, i haven’t found my prince charming yet. but i know my daddy is the King of Kings. it gets hard sometimes, and the temptation is still there every once in a while, but i know how to fight it. i know that no guy’s opinion changes who i am. i am a daughter of the most high God, i am beautiful because i was made in his image, and i am on this earth to accomplish extraordinary things for His Kingdom.

Psalm 45:11 “Let the King be enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your Lord.”