Need some help...

Oh, the joys of being a TA a many and great. But, right now, I have a task that has stumped me. The prof I TA for is writing a book..has written a book...has a book coming out soon...whatever. I'm supposed to find the original source for this quote.

It is attributed to Oswald Chambers all over the place in secondary sources:
"The root of all sin lies in the suspicion that God is not good."

Any hints on the primary sources? An, I know that it's not from Oswald Chambers' The Philosophy of Sin.

Material Girl

I went shopping today. Please leave all the lame "when your husband is out of town, you go shopping" remarks in your head and not on my blog.

My questions is this: (I assume I'm talking to the ladies, but you never know.) What does one wear with Knee-high black leather boots with heels? I know they'll work with my really long denim skirt and a sweater. But how do I venture into the world of reasonably short skirts with knee high boots and still look more like a therapist than a street walker? Since I got that tattoo, I guess I really have to watch myself. ;)

Advice, please give.

Wal-Mart Joins the National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce

My hometown newspaper has a "Sound Off" line where locals (yokels?) can call in and state their opinions on anything and everything. Anonymously. It's low class journalism, and just a bad idea. However, it's there. I'd love to link to it, but my hometown paper has instituted a registration system where only those who subscribe to the paper edition can actually read the online edition. Explain that to me, because I don't understand it. I use my parent's account to keep abreast of the happenings of my small, rural hometown.

Now, ya'll know I hate Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart is evil. It may be no more evil than other stores out there, but I know about the evils of Wal-Mart, so I have to act on my knowledge. Haven't spent money in a Wal-Mart in 4 years and counting. However, I think Wal-Mart is evil because of their labor practices, exploitation of its workers, taking out local business, etc. etc. etc. Click on that big banner at the top of my blog if you want to know more about that.

But, what are all the people in my hometown upset about this week? Well, Wal-Mart Joined the National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce. Which, I don't give a rat's aspirin about. It does make me a little giddy, because with the informed yuppie and hippie populations of my generation not using Wal-Mart, they have suffered a bit. Now, Wal-Mart is ostracizing their very conservative shoppers from all across the rural America that keep them in business. Wal-Mart is self destructing. (*Gleeful smile.*) Oh, and Wal-Mart got rid of lay away. That's the final nail in the coffin for some, as well.

Below are the excerpts from this week's Sound Off Line. Now, no making fun of my folk. My folk are rural, but they are smart. They are informed. They are good folk. And the people below, are not my folk. But, reading the comments below will help you understand why I get a little anxious about heading back down South. My favorite comment is in bold.

Wal-Mart was not only in the news in recent days, the retailer also was on the minds of “Sound Off” readers, many of who were critical of two corporaate decisions. First, Wal-Mart announced it was ending its longstanding practice of offering layaway service and then, secondly, that it has joined the National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce. Many religious leaders then called for a boycott of Wal-Mart, which also generated comments from readers.

Below are the opinions registered this past week:

Not everyone can get the Wal-mart credit card. Why are they punishing all their patrons? It is not fair, that they want everyone to use a credit card and have to pay their interest rates. They will lose a lot of business.

I think it is a shame Wal-Mart eliminated the layaway plan. Since they are promoting more use of their credit card, they are promoting debt. As if they didn't make enough money already, they want people to pay interest rates so their already fat wallet can grow fatter.

The first thing that caught my eye in Friday's DPA was Wal-Mart joining the National Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce. I believe Wal-Mart should treat each shopper as an equal individual, but that's a long way from joining their club. It sounds as though the Devil has taken over what a good man once put together, Mr. Sam Walton. My Bible says what is not of God is of the Devil, and the gay movement is not of God. Wal-Mart should go back and read the story of Sodom and Gomorrah.

I just read in the paper where the Baptists are boycotting Wal-Mart. That's good. Now maybe I can find a parking place.

If the Southern Baptists boycotted everyone or everything on its wish list, we all would be sitting at home chained to our bedpost. Please, get off the cross, someone needs the wood! I believe that I can choose where I want to shop or go on vacation. So dry it up, clean off your own porch before up you trash up someone else's.

I would like to know how these churches can get tax breaks when they talk about boycotting Wal-Mart. They are clearly stating a political opinion that should not be part of the church's responsibility. If some of them would have their way, all stores and restaurants would have to be boycotted. Let's see, sale of alcohol, sale of movies R-rated, sale of books that may not contain what they want, etc. So, I suppose people will need to put on burkas and hide behind them to be able to trade anywhere without these people thinking they have the right to cost people their jobs, etc. I believe homosexuality is mentioned several times in the Bible, since the beginning and no one has been able to change it. These are social issues that need to be handled by individuals and the church needs to preach the Bible and let people make the choice from what they hear in the pulpit... It is time to get back to separation of church and state. See the mess the pope has now.

About Wal-Mart helping the gay and lesbian people, giving them money to help pass this thing, I think everyone should boycott Wal-Mart and go elsewhere because they're not for everybody, just the gays and lesbians.

Reading the article about the local Baptists boycotting Wal-Mart shows once again how ignorance persistently rears its head over and over again with these religious groups which claim to not be “gay bashers.” Then what are you? I think the word is bigot. Isn't it? Isn't that what denying people their civil rights due to prejudice is, Baptist leaders? You can timidly call yourselves anything, but it comes down to being full of malice and hate. Jesus would not advocate such behavior. He never mentioned being gay, lesbian or transgendered. This is just personal fear and bias translated by using passages in the Old Testament to do your dirty work. Shame on you all. Your money and you time would be best served elsewhere.

Random notes...

This week, my wonderful husband is out on his own, being a writer, doing writer type things, and hanging out at all of our old favorite Knoxville haunts. That means I have to somehow make extroverted me deal with all this silence, quiet, and being aloneness that comes with a week of married singlehood. This includes such anomalies as making my own lunches, picking up my own dirty clothes from their random flungness on the bedroom floor, and feeding myself and two cats (kibble is for kitties, kibble is for kitties). From this, I've learned that I'm completely NOT ready to be a parent. Not until after graduate school. So, what have I been up to?

Well, I read Meg's great post on productive vs. fruitful. She has another one on suffering that I found pertinent, astute, and clever.

On Friday, before my dear husband left, we went to a hip hop show downtown at the Abbey Pub. Me! In all of my rhythm-lacking anxious whiteness, went to a hip hop show, and I. Loved. It. Please, do check out two great hip hop groups of artists. The other one is over here. If you've ever wondered what my husband looks like, he looks like Adeem, the rapper in Glue. (What a great name for a music group!!!)

I've been reading for advanced psychodynamic class, again, some excerpts from Soul Making by Alan Jones

This is how you have to be--like the dead; beyond cursing and praise, unaffected by the opinions of others.

Silence and a feeling of deadness seem to go together. To be utterly silent can feel like death. And silence is important to both the desert tradition and to psychoanalysis. As we have the the psychoanalyst's role is sometimes to sit with the patient and remain completely silent and apparently unhelpful.

'Stopping the world' is an exhilarating experience. Just for a moment, we have no chioce but to see all our dogmatic and philosophial baggage thrown overboard as we stand ship-wrecked on an unknown island. There we are, naked, stripped of the fig leaves of our prejudices and presuppositions. The believer's world is full of images of this "dying." It is strange how many believers are cuaght off guard, since some for of 'dying in order to live' is at the heard of all the great religions. Yet the really creative and free souls I have encountered all have been shipwrecked at one time or another. They have had their world taken from them and lived to tell the tale.

Last night, I had a long overdue, meaningful discussion about life, family, and becoming a therapist with my friend Sarah. She has the most beautiful hair in the world, and a beautiful spirit that is even better than her hair. But let's not talk until 2am again, okay Sarah? At least not on a school night.

I have also spent time being called out, by my clients. Or A client. Yeah, so ever tried to help another person become comfortable with silence when that's YOUR growing edge as well? It's not easy. Rewarding, but not easy. Said client called me on the fact that I always take a sip of water on my kick ass water bottle anytime I want to be maintain the silence, but am having a hard time keeping my fat mouth shut. Wow, how perceptive! So many of my clients would be great therapists. Many of them are so gifted in this sense of the word.

I've also been doing some psych testing. I'm getting to know the Woodcock Johnson. Written by Dick Woodcock and his colleague Johnson. How many slang terms for penis can you fit in one test name? It makes me giggle. Any suggestions for what a female version of a test name could be?

The greatest compliment anyone has ever given you...

Today, on Eric and Kathy in the morning, on 101.9 The Mix, they were naming questions you should ask every first date. One of those questions was "What's the greatest compliment someone has ever given you?"

I could think of a few meaningful moments to share, but then this afternoon my mom gave me a gift. She gave me the greatest compliment that I have ever had.

"You've broadened my picture of what a Christian is. Your horizon looks much different than mine, and I think that I like the way yours looks more than mine. You see much farther. I look at my horizon, and I see people like Jerry Falwell, and I'm fed up."

Thanks, Mama.

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What's wrong with your church?

Since coming to graduate school, I find myself asking this question more often. I've been more than just a little disillusioned with the fact that some very basic theological concepts, the corpus of church history, and other important aspects of the Christian faith were never introduced to me, though I grew up in the Church, with dedicated and faithful Christian parents. I wonder what exactly the goal of our churches, congregations, and church based ministry is if it's not to teach about theology, church history, and how to encounter God in ways that challenge people toward growth.

I sometimes wonder if I'll ever again sit in a church service without a somewhat critical eye. I'm that annoying person behind you who won't sing the lines of the song that have poor theological implications. I'm one of those who leaves angry when we have an entire service on the dark night of the soul, silence, and despair without a single time of silence in the actual service. I am the one that is just a little bit suspicious when the pastor is ALWAYS happy EVERY Sunday. It's the same suspicion I have in life or in the therapy room when someone always has it all together. That's just not reality. How authentic is that?

However, I don't feel cynical. I love the church that we attend these days. I am hopeful for the Church, and I don't want to be estranged from the body in that way ever again. I've encountered a preponderance of Christians who are uncomfortable with questioning, doubt, and turning a critical eye to our human manifestations of church, religion, and faith here on Earth. It's as if questioning who we are and contemplating the flaws of our attempts at being the Church are questioning God, questioning God's perfection or holiness. That's just not the case. In fact, failing to acknowledge and embrace our weaknesses and shortcomings leads to an unhealthy neurotic and narcissistic idealism that leaves us leaning on our own understanding and strength rather that our imperfection leading us to seek God more.

I'm convinced that we all do need to ask "What's wrong with my church?" It's not about criticism. It's not about tearing others down. It's about discernment. It's about an open forum so that disappointments do not turn into seething anger and contempt for the Church or a church. And the response we need to give when we're on the receiving end of suggestion, is not defensiveness. Nor is constructive criticism to turn into merely criticism or our only way of relating to others. There are always naysayers. If you're always the nay sayer, well, then it's a problem.

So, I am asking, what's wrong with your church? Not, "What do you not like?" But what is wrong theologially? What have you or another been hurt by? What's the institutional sin of your church?

Lately, what's been on my mind about the church we attend (and other worship gatherings I've been to lately) is the music. The music which we sing lately has taken on an unbalanced slant toward almost gnostic understandings of spirituality. Gnosticism devalues the physical and earthly world in favor of honoring the spiritual world as better than the physical one. The specific things that seemed especially problematic today were "Cause nothing on this earth is as beautiful as you" and, this one I can't remember exactly, but it was along the lines of "Jesus is like no one else on earth." I thought that the entire point is that Jesus was 100% "like" us, while also being 100% God. But, it's clear that both of these songs have a bit of bad theology going on. Hey, and it's just not contemporary praise songs, but classic hymns as well. Away In a Manger is one of the worst, with its devaluing of the human nature of Jesus.

So, is this a phase? Will my apophatic nature wane when graduate school is over? How do we deal with such frustrations and disappointments and still maintain relationship and love? I'd love to hear your thoughts.

Procrastination.

My most recent time waster.

Les Miserables

I'm Jean Valjean!
(No, really.) Some people may see me as a little sanctimonious, but though I care deeply about doing right, I'm not above a little skulduggery in a good cause. Being in touch with my spiritual side doesn't make me an easy target... on the contrary, in fact. Which Les Miserables Character Are You?

Prescriptions in America.

I have a new medication. Having this medication means I'll be less likely to develop all sorts of chronic conditions, including infertility, diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and stroke. How much? Well, the cheapest I've been able to find so far will set us back $160.00 a month. A MONTH! See, our student insurance offers no prescription coverage. Zip. Zero. And if I switched insurance companies, at this point this would definitely be a preexisting condition that wouldn't be covered for a year, anyway.

I know, check Canada. But to be honest, not having much luck on that front either. If anyone has any specific recommendations, I'd welcome them. Or, you can start the Nicole Medication Trust Fund.

Quotes from Soul Making

Probing doubt is the handmaid of faith. It is my way of entering the Interior Castle. ...the questioning process (by which I don't mean mere intellectual problem solving) itself is a revelation to me of God's gracious way of dealing with us. That is why, as believers, from time to time, need a break with their old ways of believing. Believers as well as unbelievers are in need of conversion. But it's easy to see why this approach doesn't go down too well in our culture. Few would want to be free of either their idolatrous imaginings or their fixed opinions. (p.19)

How am I to be in the world?....How can I be a believer in today's world in such a way that it involves my whole self--my passion, my intelligence, and my allegiance? My question always invites me to return to the desert. (p. 20)

Look! Weep! Live! These three great imperatives from the desert tradition open up for us a way of believing that is life bearing. They shape and order this way of believing so that it breaks us open (walled up as we are in our fears and prejudices) and begins to "make us over." In this process we are born again and again and again. Trying to be obedient to these three imperatives rescues me from the being mesmerized and rendered powerless by the sense of the unreliability of my own private judgment.

The first imperative is Look! Looking means a contemplative willingness to see what is there in front of us without prematurely interpreting what we see. The desert tradition claims that if we look long and accurately enough, the tears will begin to flow. thus the second imperative is, Weep! The fruit of honest contemplation is "the gift of tears"; and the sure sign that our attentiveness has been focused and honest and the tears cleansing is joy. Joy is the fruit of desert patience. Thus the third imperative, Live! (p. 22)

What do we see if we take the time to look? We see disconnection, absurdity, and glory--certainly these are contradictory things. If we look hard enough, we will see a great deal of glory and promise. Unfortunately, our vision is often distorted by our pain and suffering. But we need to look at pain and suffering if we are to see past them to the glory and the promise. There is real glory in a way of believing that tries to be honest about what it sees. This has, at least, the promise of maturity. (p.23)

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Division of Labor

Sometimes I worry that the division of labor in our household is not fair. During the school year, my husband takes care of most of the house cleaning, bill paying, laundry, and all that jazz. And just about the time that I start to wonder something comes up that is way involved and totally my responsibility in his eyes. Like a car problem. Or an elliptical machine to be put together. Or my new desk and it's million pieces. Or, in tonight's case, a multi-function fax/printer/copier that requires a preponderance of rewiring, new phone line running, and software hijinks. And when I do all of this, and he reads a graphic novel, I realize he has a pretty sweet deal. Until it's time to change the litter box.

WTF? Files

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Don't I look Radiant?

I long ago have forsaken the Relevant Media Group and its publications. Even if they publish my husband (or lately, don't publish my husband for various inane reasons), they long ago ceased to be Relevant for me. Then, when they published their women's magazine Radiant, the drivel in it just pissed me off further.

Yes, let's put our women over here in this corner. They don't need to worry about theology, current events, and what not. And, we wouldn't want to make our men worry about those pesky women's issues.

So, why did I go over their way today in the world of Internet? I don't know. Boredom. Needing to veg out after practicum and finding Nip/Tuck a little to dark for my countenance...maybe. Anyway, I am not even going to tear apart this list of "11 Women Changing Our Culture." Well, maybe since you asked...

1. Condoleeza Rice? Wouldn't that article be titled, "11 Women Changing Our Culture Into a Imperialistic Empire of George W."

2. Katie Couric, the woman who Debuts CBS News With First Pictures Of Baby Suri...

3. Angelina Jolie, an actress who has taken two husbands from other women, but claims "I never sleep with married men." Who dresses in rubber, and whom I've never seen in a role that wasn't ultimately all sex appeal and little substance.

4. Melinda Gates. Great, her husband got rich and she now can give a lot to humanitarian causes.

5. Meg Whitman, eh, don't know much about her. She's succeeding in corporate America, although Ebay has been in a decline for awhile. But I'm neutral on this one.

6. J.K. Rowling. Again, she's a good writer. She is successful. But I can think of other writers without penises who I admire a lot more. Try Anne Lamott, Ani DiFranco, or Margaret Atwood? Anyone?

7.Sofia Coppola. I honestly don't keep up with writers, directors, or actors much in film and television. So, I have no opinion on this one. But surely, there are other women out there doing better work than Marie Antoinette.

8. Christiane Amanpour. I don't watch American news. I might could pull off some respect if this lady worked for the BBC.

9. Danica Patrick. I'm sure it's damn hard to be a woman in a male dominated field. But changing out culture? Puh-lease.

10. Ali Hewson. Sure, she's doing good work. But being referred to as "Bono's better half" is a trifling trifling. Plus, she qualifies for the same "it sure is easy to make a difference when your husband is rich" category.

11. Shonda Rhimes. Creator, writer, and producer of Grey's Anatomy? I love that show, but I can't see much positive about what it has to say about relationships, women, or any of that. The women in her TV show can't get their lives straight 'cause they keep swooning for men, who get in the way. And not good ones, but cheating, cold, patronizing ones.

So, Radiant, thanks for nothing.

Advanced Statistics and Research....kill me now!

I'm sitting in Advanced Statistics. And I'm dying. The material and learning SPSS isn't difficult. The advanced concepts of research, I get. But the prof drones on and on and on. And any question, even a simple, "What menu did you click for that?" throws him off for 2 whole minutes. Then he gives a repetitive 15 minute explanation once he gets his bearings. All of this makes me want to poke. out. my. eyeballs. And, I have type like a snail because this lab has the loudest keyboards in. the. world. And SPSS, yeah, don't need to type to manipulate a data set. I'm off to download that pesky abstinence.sav data set. BAH!

Psychology and Christianity, The Care of Souls

This semester, I'm taking some phenomenal courses. (Completely excluding Advanced Statistics and Research, by the way.) The first of those courses is Advanced Psychodynamic Theory and Practice. Before you assume I'm a total Freud-head (I am), let me tell what makes this course so phenomenal. While, yes, this course is grounded in great synthesizing works on psychodynamic theories of persons and therapy, it also ties these theories to the contemplative spiritual tradition in Christian faith.

I know that this goes against the sensibilities of all those of you out there in the world who grew up in conservative traditions like I did. You know, that psychology is evil, all you need to know about people you learn in the Bible, Freud is godless and psychodynamic must be, too, all you liberals want to blame your parents, yada yada bullshit.

But all of that IS wrong. Before psychology commandeered the care of souls, the Church had a large tradition of caring for people, with many of the same ideas that are found in psychodynamic theories (maybe, one day, I'll quantify that statement with a post).

Psychology today, really, truly acts in the role of the Church, doing what the church no longer does. The way in which Christians have preempted cultural expectations and norms has led us as a body (in this nation, at least) to be harried, busy, and in denial of our most basic existential struggles and physical and emotional pain. Especially in evangelicalism, the church is no longer a sanctuary. It's not a place where the world slows. Where art inspires. Where the hurting of the world can convalesce, eat a healthy warm meal, and seek healing in the unhurried structure of a simple life.

Because of this absence of care for persons...for souls...in the church, the only place where one can take a vacation from the world would be one hour in your therapist's office or a psych hospital. Because we, the Church, have bought into the productivity lie, we measure ourselves. And we measure our productivity in breadth, not in depth. In numbers, not relationships. In people, not souls.

Alan Jones, in the introduction of his book Soul Making, sets forth that our one purpose in this world is "to discern our true worth and the One who bestows it." For only after we are loved do we know what love is in order to give it to others. Imagine saying that at your small group. I hope you can, but every small group I've been too would find that laughable. "I'm just trying to discern my true worth and God who bestows it. Until I get that, I'm not really ready to give much to the (insert ministry here.)" Mmm hmm...

I'm just now rounding a bend where I even fill I am full enough to give ANYTHING. Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I gave. I gave even when I was empty. I think that along with high school valedictorian, I was trying to be valedictorian of church committees. I had never sought to know that I am beloved, or to know the one who makes it so.

For the past 5 years I have given exactly zero to a ministry on a regular basis. The first two years, I was so confused, depressed, and neurotically busy trying to avoid the still and quiet that I needed that I nearly thought I was never going to be normal again. I feared the silence. It would consume me, I thought. The negative thoughts I believed God thought about me, and the negative thoughts I thought about me would literally eat me alive, I would open the flood gates or the dam would burst, and I feared that I would drown in all that had been held back. The anxieties, the neurosis, the being so damn perfect all the time, the hiding, the everything.

But, being surrounded by others who had stillness in their souls slowly wore me down. I came to a point when I had to decide to let the stillness consume me or lose the hope of sanctuary forever. To listen to all the lies so that I could realize the Truth. I spent the next 3 years listening and learning to be beloved. To exude beloved. To believe that I am God's beloved. God wishes not that I lose another pound, that I make a better grade, that I do one more deed, that I have sex more often with my husband, that I clean my house more often, that I take care of yet one more person. Those have been 3 LOOOOONG years. Painful years. Years of silence, slowness. Of falling back into old patterns, and then stopping and removing myself from them. The transition has been all encompassing. It has involved relationships, friendships, music, art, books, school, some church, family, work, therapy. All those realms both affected and were affected by this transformation.

How did this transformation come about? I'd love to say my church, which was a small part of the puzzle, a reinforcer of sorts. But truly, it was psychology and a group of contemplative Christians who have found a home in psychology and therapy because the Church has nowhere else for them to go. My psychology professors have cared for me more than any pastor ever has. They have pastored me, shepherded me, or whatever you want to call it. But they sat and were not bothered by my messes. They didn't fix my messes, but were compassionate yet firm and truthful.

So, I am beloved. No debating its being tattooed just above my ass. And I'm ready to jump back into ministry. Yet, God says wait. Wait some more. I have more to teach you about Me and how beloved you are. It both thrills my soul and frustrates me. The frustrated part is really just concerned about what everyone else is going to think, because I now would give anything to keep tasting the goodness of God and being his beloved.

Jones, in his book is looking for a creative third way to be a Christian, and so am I. He quotes Walker Percy in The Second Coming:

And if the good news is true, why are its public proclaimers such assholes? And the proclamation itself such a weary used up thing?...as unacceptable as believers are, unbelievers are even worse...[the unbeliever] is in fact an insane person....the present day Christian is either half-assed, nominal, lukewarm, hypocritical, sinful, or, if fervent, generally offensive and fanatical. But he is not crazy. The present-day unbeliever is crazy as well as being an asshole--which is why I say he is a bigger asshole than the Christian. Because a crazy asshole is worse than a sane asshole....the rest of my life...shall be devoted to a search for a third alternative, a tertium quid--if there is one. If not, we are stuck with two alternatives: 1.) believers, who are intolerable, and 2.) unbelievers who are insane.

Let it be so.

My Beloved Tattoo

Sorry for the poor quality. This picture was taken with my cell phone. My tattoo was conceived by me, designed my my friend A, and inked by Rich Kocis at Peace of Art Tattoo in Chicago Heights, IL.

Rich, the tattoo guy, is really neat. He became a Christian 8 years ago, and has been in the business for 7 years. I never expected that when I'd get my first tattoo it'd be by a big burly guy who posts pictures of his family all around his art space, along with a scripture verse on a dry erase board, and with him occasionally breaking out in song alone with the praise songs on the sound system.

The amazing thing is that it didn't seem contrived or hokey, but very genuine. It all seemed very fitting because my tattoo is all about my journey over the last 3 years of my life, and accepting that I am God's beloved, and that God loves me not despite my imperfections, but because they are a part of me, who he created. One song, which I didn't recognize, that played throughout the process was about being God' daughter. Hmm. Quite possibly one of the most bizarrely meaningful moments of my life.

Inked...

Tomorrow...I'm getting inked. I'm all giddy and nervous and excited at the same time.

His fifteen minutes of fame...

I never knew I was sleeping with a celebrity. Check it out here. Scroll down, he's second on the list. And..go vote!