Wednesday, February 17, 2010

2:28

It is 2:28AM. I have been studying Asperger Syndrome and Autism since 6:30PM. With one break. I am physically and emotionally drained... Yet I am also very excited. And intrigued. And very sorrowful.
I have just watched 3 documentaries about living with an Autistic Spectrum Disorder. The first one was from the perspective of mothers who are raising a child with Autism. These women were women who have forsaken their own personal happiness to devote their lives to caring for children who cannot relate to them, respond to them, can barely speak to them. Children who will never be able to function fully in society. These women are exhausted and despairing, some on the verge of hopelessness. Some whose husbands have left them. The divorce rate among marriages who have a child with Autism was quoted at being 80%. I cannot even imagine...
One woman was speaking of having a daughter who could not be put into the public school system because of the severity of her disorder. She said that she would rather drive herself and her daughter off of a bridge than deal with the school system. Another woman described a future for her son that was void of any lasting relationships. He would never marry, never have children. She wept as she described the feeling of being at a wedding and watching the mothers and sons dancing, knowing she would never have that opportunity with her own son. The hopelessness is heartbreaking.
The second documentary was about a middle aged man with Asperger Syndrome. He described what it was like to realize that people have emotions, something that he never experienced himself. He was egocentric, in that he just assumed that every other person existed the same way that he did- on a purely physical level. He only understood what could be seen, measured, touched, he did not understand what it was like to feel something. He stands at a zoo, watching the monkeys, observing that even they know how to respond to a fellow creature who is injured, they know how to care and have relationships. This does not come naturally to this man. He has to learn. He prefers crystals to people. Crystals have regularity and predictability... People do not.
The third documentary featured a 14 year old named Reuben. Reuben has an IQ of 154, only about 10 points less than Einstein. Yet he is terrified of crowds, struggles to shop for groceries, and is bullied because of his social ineptness. He is absolutely brilliant, but still manages to feel like an idiot when it comes to relating to people. He feels more empathy for a book that has been purchased and therefore has a sense of belonging than he does for a fellow person.
Within the Autism Spectrum Disorders there is great variation. There are those who are more cognitively disabled, and there are those who are Autistic Savants. For example, the real Rain Man: A man who can tell you all about the interstate systems that connect all of the cities in the USA, who can tell you within seconds of being asked how old Winston Churchill would be this year, and on what day of the week his birthday would fall, who can memorize the numbers of a phone book and what number belongs to who, who can read two pages in 7-8 seconds (one eye on each page) and retain 98% of what he just read... there is also Daniel Tammit who sees numbers with colors, textures, and personalities, who can remember thousands of the numbers in Pi. There is the man, who after being smashed in the head with a baseball bat, can recall the weather of any date since his accident, for example "August 10th of 1981 was a Wednesday, and it was overcast and cooler than usual"... It is mind blowing what the human mind can be capable of. Yet the genius doesn't come without cost. These men struggle to have relationships with people. They cannot understand human emotion. When they see a person smile or laugh, frown or cry, the neurons in their brain simply don't respond. What would it be like to lack emotion, to be surrounded by people that you can't relate to and understand, to be an alien? How terribly lonely it must be... Yet some of them don't even realize that they are alone.
How do you present the Gospel to a person who can't feel emotions? How can you make them understand their need for a personal relationship with God? They can't function relationally. It is overwhelming to me.
Yet there is hope for these people. And one way I have seen it happen is through the healing powers of animals.
As a young girl in middle school, one of my best friends was an old white horse who had been badly abused and abandoned. The connection I had with him was inexplicable. He needed me and I needed him, and there was something very healing found in that relationship. Children who are abused, who are unable to connect and relate to people, who have disorders of all kinds can find healing and acceptance with animals. In the case of Autism, take for example the story of Rowan. Rowan was severely autistic. By the age of six years old, he was not communicating, had no control over his bowel movements, and was prone to fits so intense he was compared to the exorcist. His life was radically changed after running right under the hooves of a hot tempered horse. Instead of trampling him to death as was expected, the horse dropped her head and instead displayed submission to Rowan. Rowan's father instantly sought permission from the horse's owner to let Rowan ride. As soon as Rowan was put on the horse's back, Rowan began to speak full sentences. He was instantaneously calmed. There was something about being on a horse, or holding a goat in his arms, or petting a reindeer, that soothed Rowan's troubled soul.
Children who are badly abused, who can't form bonds with people because of an attachment disorder, they can form bonds with animals. An animal, whether a horse, dog, cat, or goat, can provide a listening ear without any form of reproach or condemnation, a security that humans cannot offer.
To some it sounds bogus. But to anyone who has a beloved pet, it is certain that there is something about an animal that can be calming and comforting, that can offer hope and the feeling of being needed.
There is so much good that can come out of animal assisted therapy. Children can be aided physically by being around animals. Horseback riding can be used to strengthen children with cerebral palsy. The rocking motion of a horse's gait triggers something in the brain that encourages speech development. Children can build character though AAT. Having to care for an animal also teaches a child responsibility and gives them a certain feeling of ownership. Children can find emotional healing with AAT. They can talk to an animal without any fear of being judged, condemned, or shouted at. They can learn to trust something. And what a foundation for teaching them how to have a relationship and trust in other people, and perhaps, eventually, their Creator.
Animal Assisted Therapy and Equine Therapy can meet many needs for children with disabilities, but it cannot fulfill their spiritual needs. Perhaps it can be a means, but in itself it cannot show a child the love of Christ. And that is what excites me about my own role in working with kids through this kind of therapy. I would love to be able to minister to a family with a child who has a disability. I would love to just love them, and share with them the love that I have found in my relationship with God. I would be thrilled to be able to have any kind of connection with a child who finds it hard to relate to and understand other people. And even if they could not understand or engage with me in a relationship, I could still show love and reassurance.
The more that I study and learn about kids with Autism Spectrum Disorders, the more anxious I am to learn more and to get involved in the ministry that I have such a passion for. For now though, God does have me at Moody Bible Institute, and I know that it is with purpose. Although I sometimes wonder if it is the best school for me, God has miraculously brought and kept me here, so I am trying to not take advantage of the opportunity, and to learn what I can from the classes I do have... All the while God is refining and cultivating my heart for Him and for the children that He has created.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Disoriented

Systematic Theology is an interesting class. It is just a little too much for 2 hours, right after lunch. Normally I have my laptop with me, and I pass the time playing solitaire and spider solitaire while putting forth a sincere effort to stay awake and pay attention. However, upon returning to my room to get my dear laptop today, Ruth had left it on and unplugged, resulting in no power. Therefore, no laptop... So I actually took notes. And tried to pay attention. And what do you know? Now I have a lot to blog about...
Today we talked about faith and repentance, issues that I sincerely believe that most Christians don't think about and consider enough. Our faith is complex and the way that we live our lives should hinge on our belief, therefore serious consideration should be given to these seemingly simple issues. What is faith? What is repentance?
When it comes to faith and the whole process of election, salvation, and sanctification, I find myself questioning and reconsidering of late. The conclusions that I have come to at this point are as follows:
For His own divine purpose and good pleasure (why He would find pleasure in this, I do not know), God chose me before time. Wow. He did NOT choose me based on any foreknowledge. He didn't see that I would be receptive to His Gospel and choose me because of it, He chose me because He will be glorified in it and because He takes pleasure in it. All I can do is be sincerely appreciative for this gift of life that I do not deserve. Because of this decision to take mankind and redeem those He chose, Christ had to step in and take the punishment of sin upon Himself. Therefore, Christ, Who in His very nature is LIFE, submitted Himself to death. While hanging on the cross, He bore the wrath and hatred of God. I cannot imagine the depths of the suffering of the Lamb of God. But because He took my place, I now have life. Not only do I have life, but I have fellowship with God and innumerable and immeasurable spiritual blessings.
As I have discussed in a past post, the idea that God, YHWH, the One True God, impregnated a Jewish girl to give birth to His holy Son, who would grow up only to die on a pile of trash outside of Jerusalem is absolutely absurd to the human mind. Of my own human volition, I would never buy it. Who would? Paul wrote to the Corinthians, "The natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned." (1 Corinthians 2:14) So, praise God, He granted me faith. I have come to the conclusion that God reveals Himself and His love, His lavishness, His grace, His freedom, and His life to those whom He has chosen. What else can our response be but to choose Him? We were created for fellowship with Him. It is what it means to be human. If a lion is offered a salad or a steak, the lion will choose the steak. It is what he was made for. If God offers life or death, love or wrath, our natural inclination will be to choose life and love.
I have not been able to fully flesh out all of the implications of this doctrine, but I know that I am chosen, that I have eternal life. I know that I have been offered the love of God and that God has granted me the faith to believe it. There are points in all of this doctrine that I could be wrong about, that I have misunderstood, but over the past year, this is where I have found myself.
Today I was challenged to rethink repentance and its implications. Repentance, as I have been taught growing up, is a turning from a lifestyle of sin and choosing to walk in obedience. However, this was challenged today. Repentance can certainly entail this obedience, but our salvation cannot rest on our choice to never sin again. It is a commitment that we break every single day. Perhaps we can alter our language in this theology. As Luther put it, repentance is a reorientation. It is a choice to no longer be oriented to self, but to God. And out of this choice, out of our new desire to please God, we choose to say no to sin and self, and say yes to the things of God.
I have found the thought of reorientation far more profound and impacting than the thought of choosing to sin no more. Because I will sin again. And again. And again. And again. But if I reshape my thinking to reorient my mindset, my heart, and my will to the things of God rather than the things of self, it is something that can be decided instantaneously by the grace of God, a choice that will no doubt include flux, but can redefine my life.
Death to sin, coming alive in Christ.
It is a daily labor, but hopefully a labor of love. It is a labor that brings life and joy. It brings us into closer fellowship with God, and perpetuates our conformity to Christ.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Happy New Year

I am overwhelmed with school work. Therefore, I blog.
Today I was supposed to go to my PCM. In the five weeks that school has been in session, I have been to PCM once. That was two weeks ago. So, being the dutiful and responsible student that I am, I left for Chinatown at a little after 3 this afternoon. As I was waiting for the train, I didn't notice any of my fellow students waiting for the train. I thought perhaps they had caught an earlier one. I was enjoying my music, listening to One Headlight by the Wallflowers. As I got on the train, I sat across from an attractive guy wearing dark aviators. He had long-ish curly hair that was falling in his face. He pulled out a clear ziplock bag of what I naively thought looked like tea. However, I do not think that most people roll up tea into a joint. He just sat there with the joint in his mouth until he got off on the next stop. My attention was then drawn to another attractive boy- also wearing sunglasses in the seat diagonal to mine. As I was noticing his attractiveness, I also noticed he was massaging the neck of the guy sitting next to him. A little weird... And then he was rubbing his ear.
Dang.
I got off the train in Chinatown, oblivious to all of the signs that wished all visitors a happy new year. I also did not question that the majority of the people on the streets were white. As I got to Pui Tak, the obvious became clear to me as I peered in the dark window.
In vain, I called several friends in hopes that they could look up the number for my PCM partners, just so I could be certain. After standing outside shivering and cursing the fact that I was not up to date on the Chinese calendar, I stalked back to the train station and headed back to Moody.
Exactly one hour after I left, I was back in my room.
At least I already paid for unlimited CTA service. Therefore the only thing wasted was my time.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

I am not my own...

Prior to yesterdays post, I had not updated in over 2 months... One reason for this was for the majority of my Christmas break, I was taking a break in my relationship with technology. Another reason is that there was not much good for me to say. My life hasn't been horrible- there wasn't an absence of good things in my life- but I had let my circumstances drag me into a very wrong state of heart and mind.
However, throughout the most of Christmas break, I did find moments of healing even in the midst of a bout of depression. On December 25, after reading Psalm 143, I wrote:
"I am learning a lot about myself and my deep need for a relationship with God. I am finding that my heart is starting to resound more and more with David and his Psalms... My soul often despairs as I realize how much pain there is in life. But there is good in it. I realize more and more my need for healing, my need for a heavenly Father, and a heavenly lover. "
On the 27th:
"I still also struggle with the fact that so many of my desires are in contradiction with the Gospel, with the will of God. Its so hard to continually put those things to death. It become exhausting, to constantly fight myself and struggle to always persevere and not take the 'easy way out', which all leads to my constant propensity to self loathing."
Jan 1st:
"'Joy: an unsatisfied desire which is itself more desirable than any other satisfaction'- C.S Lewis"
Jan 2nd:
"Despair is an awful, awful thing. It is the loss of hope, the last flame flickering and dying, plunging you into an abyss of darkness. It is the thought of a loved one being in a place, that if it were yourself, you would never survive. My mother may never know or understand my love for her. She may die thinking that her children and husband hated her. The thought makes me ill. I despair- because I cannot see reconciliation or healing. I can only see the pain in my past and the future heartache that is always ever in store for my family."
Jan 3rd:
"My self-diagnosis? Depression. Also known as a predisposition to feel like shit about myself. But not only that- a longing for my innocence, for the summer of 2006, lying in the grass, midsummer with Catie, wondering if this could be what heaven is like. Cliffy throwing an ant lion in my hair, night swims, star gazing, John Reuben, Michael and our twin-ness, falling for the lifeguard. Everything was great then. My family was still intact. I can't really remember the bad things. Just all the good."
Jan 4th:
"I admire Amanda and her lifestyle so much, and the way she lives gives me so much to consider. What would my life look like if I closed out the influences of the world? Stopped watching TV and movies and got rid of my secular music? Is that even realistic for a 20 year old college student? ... And Friday I am seeing Arni. Good old Arni. If I married him, I could have the life I think I've always wanted. But I am think I am certifiable and that this is a horrid idea. I want a guy who will pursue me, fight for me, fight with me! It just sucks that I gave Arni a good 2 1/2 years. Not that it was time wasted. But now I'm in debt 2000 dollars to his family. Damn. And his parents dislike me. I burnt that bridge with my heretical blog. Hmm. Well I guess we'll see how fucked up things can get..."
Jan 5th:
"In reading Colossians it is so interesting to me the way in which Paul describes the death of Christ in legal terms, discussing authority, circumcision, ,trespasses and the like. The most beautiful thing is this: My God took on fullness of flesh while maintaining the fullness of deity and His authority. In His death and resurrection, He defeated and shamed evil and cancelled the debt of sin owed by believers. Jesus paid it all. All to Him I owe. Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. My debt is paid! I've been set free! God sees my as justified. Praise Him!"

Such was my Christmas break: a roller coaster of depression and discoveries of the heart of God for me, and my need for Him. Upon returning to Moody, I let myself go spiritually, and God has been slowly but surely nagging at my heart again.
So many bad habits have cluttered my heart and I have bowed to false god, after false god, after false god. Today, Pastor Nathan preached a sermon that I feel was just for me.
[Preface] Yesterday, I was on a train for 3.5 hours, which gave me a long time to think. The song "Holy" by Nicole Nordeman came on my Zune (which seems to have an uncanny tendency to find the minority of music that is Christian and play it while on shuffle). The song really got to me and started a long thought process of re-evaluating my lifestyle of late.
So here it is; the culmination of the train ride, reading the Bible for the first time in a long time last night, and the powerful sermon this morning:
God gave everything for me. Everything.
For the Israelites, their very existence was hinged on their relationship to the Creator God. Every part of their day was oriented towards God. Their lives were acts of worship- giving, thanking, praying, sacrificing, celebrating... Their entire identity rested on God. They knew that all that they had was from Him: the food they ate, their freedom from bondage, the clothes they wore, the crops they harvested. It was all from God. On their last night in Egypt, God spared them from the punishment he exacted on the Egyptians. Although during their tenure in Egypt, the Israelites too had turned to false gods and were equally deserving of punishment, God provided a way for them to be spared- a brilliant foreshadowing of Christ's work on the cross. After they found their freedom, He asked for the consecration of their firstborns, not only of their firstborn sons, but the firstborn of their livestock and later, the firstfruits of their harvest. The children would be consecrated to the LORD. The sheep would be sacrificed. Even the donkeys would have to be atoned for. Why? So that the Israelites were reminded that they owed their very existence to Yahweh. He in turn demanded the best of them, their worship, their love. The Shema demands that we love the Lord our God with all our heart, soul, and might. I cannot say in honesty that I have ever been able to love God that way. I will never be able to love Him the way that He deserves to be loved.
I do not understand, when I am reminded almost every day that I am in a relationship with a God who gave Himself fully for me, why I am not compelled to love Him above all else. Why it is that although I have a God who loves me so completely, and only wishes to see me become conformed to the likeness of His Son (which is the best possible existence to have), I always turn to other things in life to find satisfaction and pleasure? Why am I not so compelled to love God, and live every single day as an act of worship and devotion to Him? Where is the disconnect in my feeble human mind? He is God. The One True God. The God who died for me. The God whose purpose for my life is to enjoy Him, and therefore be glorified. Why do I spend so much of my life face down in front of the idol of self? Why do I run from Him? What must He do to fully have my heart. That is a scary thought. But it compels me to pray and plead for God to continue to break me, to remind me of my need for Him. Today was a good reminder. There are many things in my life that must be killed... The process will be a long one, until the day that I die. But He is faithful, and will not leave me here in this mess I have made of myself.
There is much more to be said, more that I would like to reflect on... but there will be more time for that. The bottom line is this:
I am not my own, for I have been made new.
Living for myself must be stopped. Living for Him, enjoying Him, serving Him; it must commence.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

We suffer

Another friend miscarried. She was at the end of her first trimester. What is there that you can say to ease the pain of a loss like that? God could have prevented this. Why didn't He?

Why?

Why are my parents getting a divorce? Why is my mother sick and alone? Why doesn't my little brother believe anymore? Why do unborn babies have to die? Why is there so much suffering outside my window?
The list goes on and on... God is sovereign, and He is good. He suffers too. He sees the world He has created, the people He has taken time to carefully design, and all of their pains. He allows death and destruction. He didn't stop the earthquake that ruined Haiti... It hurts Him too, so why does He allow all of it? I know that we live in a fallen world, that death is the result of our sin nature, but the amount of pain and suffering on this planet would seem to indicate that we serve a cold hearted God who doesn't have a concern for the billions of people on earth. So it would seem.
But that isn't the God that we serve. We serve a God that we cannot begin to understand. A God whose depths we would lose ourselves in if we tried to understand Him. We serve a tender loving God that has a very special love for those that He has chosen. And even those He loves He breaks, and binds them up again. He never punishes- Christ bore that. The life and death of an unborn child is not wasted. As cliche as the truth is, it is still truth: Our God has a plan.

Suffering is such an intense emotion, and common to all people, yet people handle it so differently. Today, as I sat and watched Christie weeping for her dear friend, I thought of my own times spent locked up and Christie and Jackie's room, sobbing- mourning the brokenness of my family. Jacquelyn, Ruth, Christie, and Christy sat around me as I wept, offering their soft condolences and praying for me. My suffering looked so much different than Christie's. There is always more anger in my emotions, more frustration. I question with more passion, with more disturbance. When it comes to feeling at all, to expressing my thoughts and emotions, it always seems to be more fiery than what I see in others. Christie considers herself to be a more emotional person, and as far as outward displays of emotion go, I would agree most of the time. However, my own emotions are more inwardly self destructive than outwardly expressive. And when they are outwardly expressed- it is more often than not inappropriately expressed.
I do think it is natural and okay to question and to be upset with our circumstances. We were not made for pain and suffering. We were created for complete, unhindered communion and fellowship with God. We weren't created for this separation, this process of living and dying, all the while being broken and brought low, our lives pockmarked with loss after loss after loss. It seems a great injustice. But if we, as sinful humans are seeking justice- we find it in damnation. That is justice. Yet God has reinvented justice, in a sense.
And one day the tears will be wiped away, and perhaps life will be like some vague dream, or some horrifying nightmare that we have been rescued from. And we will have what we were created for, we will be who we were created to be.