Wednesday, December 17
In critique of the crunchy Christian life
I've found that what comes easiest to us is usually the method God uses to work through us but can also be the vice that cripples us. I've been examining my life in this light lately.
Take for example a person with a gift of insight. Used well, it can help lead and guide and give wisdom. Used poorly it can be critical and divisive and at its worst injure the human spirit.
Sean and I do well living a crunchy Christian life. We can eat, grow, debate, and love God's beautiful earth with the best of them. I love finding great deals on organic foods, researching agriculture methods, canning my veggies, saying that I pluck chickens, making my own detergent, birthing at home, and all that other stuff that comes with the crunchy life.
We might spend big money on high count, organic sheets for our beds (in the name of health, of course), yuppie leather shoes for our babies, designer drinks at $12 a quart, and buy meat where the cow has been coddled and loved and gently killed, sometimes caring more about the moo of the cow than our fellow man.
If we are good we take an interest in the causes that affect humanity. Poverty, AIDS orphans, sex slavery, malnutrition. If we are really good, we spread the news with our friends, listen to speakers on the topics that move our hearts, give our money to the causes that afflict our spirits and then settle back down into our lounge chairs by the fire, patting ourselves on the back.
Don't we feel fine about the life we live. All goody-two-shoes and self righteous and hunky-dory.
My thought is this: Isn't it an easy line to cross between caring about our health and caring about the earth to glorifying our bodies and glorifying the earth?
What good does head knowledge and agri-debate do for the starving in Zimbabwe? What progress am I contributing as I stroke my organic silky soft shirt as Hmong people are being starved, targeted and killed in the jungles of Laos? I am glad that my children are healthy and don't eat pesticides but what good does this do the children right here who are exposed to pesticides in school without their consent?
(Foot tapping, slightly irritated with myself....)
Yes, Jesus loves me, this I know and this really is a great time of year to celebrate His birth and the gift of his life. It is also a great time to reflect and examine to what cause we are using the lives He has given us.
Posted by Me at Wednesday, December 17, 2008