Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Presentation->Perception->Reaction

This may be confusing...it is a jumbled mess in my head right now and seems to make sense, but I don't know if I have the words to get it out. I'm going to give it my best...

I've been thinking a lot about the way that I perceive things and the way that my perception of something leads to my reaction to it. I really began to wonder why we perceive things the way we do and I realized that, at least in part, it really has to do with the way something is presented. If an idea is presented negatively, even though it might be the greatest thing on earth, the perception of that will be negative and so will the reaction. If another idea is presented positively, even though it might be the worst thing on earth, the perception of that will be positive and so will the reaction. That's why we have fraud. People can present bad things in a good way.

I've been thinking particularly of Paul's letters to the various churches. I wish I could have seen their reactions to Paul's words. Even though there are times when he is being very direct about their problems, there is a sense of truth filled with love. I'm sure not all the perceptions of what Paul had to say were positive and ended with a positive reaction, but I would guess that most of what he said was taken to heart - knowing that it was spoken in love with much grace.

In Galations, Paul is chastising the church for falling away so quickly and being so ready to accept another gospel. I would think that the "other" gospel being presented was being shown in a beautiful light and so the Galations perception was that it was good. Because it was good, they reacted to it positively. Therein lies the problem. I wonder if many of the problems that the Galation church faced were caused by this "other" gospel. Had they moved so far beyond what they had been taught that they had lost the fundamentals of what it meant to follow Christ? Galations is a tough book. Paul points out many areas where the Galations had fallen, yet even in that, there is grace behind his words. In Galations 5, Paul thanks the brothers for their previous concern for him and reminds them of the joy they had in that. He tells them how worried he is about them and even warns them of the change of tone that is coming in the remainder of the letter. Presentation can generate the perception, which can generate the reaction.

I thought for a long time that I couldn't change the way people perceived my words or my actions and that I couldn't influence their reaction to the perception. I was wrong. I can to a degree and it comes from being aware of the presentation.
On the flip side, I also must be aware of others presentation and know that my perception and reaction can be held in check if I am making the effort to understand.

I've also discovered that you must be careful in the way you present things to different people. If I know that the person I am presenting to has a sensitive nature, then I must be sensitive in my presentation. If I know, on the other hand, that the person is more thick skinned, then perhaps my presentation can be more blunt. But the key to this is making sure that your presentation is done with love and grace, regardless of the tone in which it is delivered.

Now, to this point, I've only been talking about words, but presentation can also come through actions. I must guard my actions to be sure that what I am presenting is God-honouring and therefore will be perceived as such and the reaction to that will be God-honouring. In the same way, I must make sure that I stop to think about how I perceive things and that my reaction to someone else's presentation is God-honouring. It is so easy to only think about the presentation and not worry about your own perception.

I'm working on this. I want people to perceive what I do and say in the way it was intended and I want what I do and say to be filled with love and grace. You can say the tough stuff with love. Then the perception and reaction will be taken with grace.

That's the difference. Truth with love. Truth with grace.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Preparing for Change

God does things in the strangest, coolest ways. I thought it wasn't going to happen, but it has gone beyond even my wildest imagination.

I'm going to tour with the African Children's Choir. WOW!! It still feels like a dream. I put in my initial application last fall and when it came time for the phone interviews, we had a really hard time getting in touch. I was working 2 jobs and was never home. I had decided that God had closed the door when Christmas came and went and we hadn't been able to connect. But that's when God does unexpected things. I got an e-mail from the volunteer coordinator just after the new year asking to try again! I'm so glad we did.

Two interviews and a month later, I found myself on a plane heading to Langley for a weekend at Camp Brotherhood and the last of part of the interview process. I learned so much about the organization and really found myself grasping the vision. I think the organization itself is amazing and I feel confident about being a part of it.

Last Thursday, I got the call that they had a position for me. Now that the initial shock has worn off, I'm so excited. I know that life on a bus will be hard, but I also know that I am going into an amazing season of discovery, serving, and blessing. It's gonna be an unbelievable journey. And I can't wait.

I've kept this secret so long that it seems strange to be able to put it in writing. God's faithfulness overwhelms me. Even in the down times, he is putting a path before us that leads to great joy. I'm ready for this ride. I'm ready to soar.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Sitting in a Mud Puddle

It's so nice to know that I have a friend who will sit in a mud puddle with me.

I have a friend that I can be really open with. She, in turn, can be really open with me. Sometimes, she lets me help her carry her burdens and afterwards asks me why I'm her friend. I tell her it's because we all have messes...she says hers are bigger. I tell her it doesn't matter that my mess is a pond and her mess is a lake. It's still a mess.

I'm just glad that when I sit in my mud puddle, she joins me. It's so much easier when someone will sort through the mud with you. Somewhere in the mud, there is a gem.

And...for your amusement...a little poem about mud puddles (written by Dennis Lee)

I am sitting in the middle of a rather muddy puddle
With my bottom full of bubbles and my rubbers full of mud

While my jacket and my sweater go on slowly getting wetter
As I very slowly settle to the bottom of the mud

And I find that what a person with a puddle 'round his middle
Thinks of mostly in the muddle is the muddiness...OF MUD!!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Hi, my name is Stacy and I have a problem

"Just one?", you say...wow, that's a bit delusional...well, no. I actually have more than one, probably 2 for sure, but one that I think is the root of all others problems. I have given this considerable thought and I really believe overcoming this will be key to overcoming many others.

So here it is - I struggle with insignificance. And now you're thinking, "doesn't everyone?". Well, I'm sure they do to a degree, but lately this feeling of insignificance has been invading every corner of my world. I feel it in my relationships, in my job, in my family. I find myself constantly questioning where I belong and what I'm to do. I'm turning over every rock trying to discover where I will hold significance. At this moment, I feel as though I could just pick up and move and although there may be a void for a while, someone else would easily step in and fill that place - with more significance than I ever did.

To be significant means to carry meaning. It is the extent to which something matters. I'm not feeling like my life carries any meaning. I merely feel that I am existing.

In my job, I constantly feel like I am working so someone else will have it easier when they return. I'm not working to do things the best they can be for me, but the best they can be for someone else. I feel as though I'm not really doing anything that produces significance for the now or for later. I'm holding a place so that when that person returns, they will return to their place of significance.

I find myself questioning my place within my family. I'm just one person, moving along while the rest of the family is changing, molding, renewing, engaging. Where do I fit?

I feel insignificant in my relationships. I'm struggling with making connections because I see that the gifts I offer to those people are already being given by someone else. They don't need me. And although I might need them, I struggle to find a way to make that known.

I like a boy...no, let me rephrase that...I like a man. Saying boy makes it feel less intimidating. I would like to get to know him more, to find out if this friendship could turn into something else, but I won't step out and say it simply because I feel as though I won't bring anything significant to his life, even though he might bring significance to mine.

How does a person find out where their value lies? My head knows things that my heart cannot grasp. My head cannot convince my heart.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Letter to My Saviour

To the one who knows my heart,

I haven't been focused on you enough as of late. I found another love for a moment who over took your place as the highest. I still love that other love, but not as much as I love you. I know now that the only way that other love can truly happen is if I love you first.

I recognize that I may need to push that other love off the throne sometimes and I hope that I will recognize when it starts to climb the stairs to your holy place.

You are always so gracious to me in the midst of my mistakes. Thank you for always allowing me to come back, even when I've messed up so many times. Thank you for reminding me that you still love me and still find value in me.

Your humble servant,
Me

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Resting in God's Sovereignty

I've been reminded lately about the sovereignty of God. It's so much bigger than I can really fathom and so much wider than I can grasp and yet, I find it so comforting to know. God is sovereign. His sovereignty extends beyond my limited understanding to cover all things.


God is sovereign in my joy. He is sovereign in my weakness. He is sovereign over death. He is sovereign over my singleness. He is sovereign over my loneliness. He is sovereign when I feel insignificant and he is sovereign when I feel overwhelmed. He is sovereign when I think I have control of my life and he is sovereign when it feels like it is spinning out of control.


He is sovereign over Heaven and he is sovereign over earth. He is the ruler over all things.

"Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Psalm 46:10

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Art, Entrepreneurship and Me

I am a music teacher. I rarely say to people that I am a teacher. I always qualify the statement...music teacher...

For some reason, the music teacher is teaching Art 20 and Entrepreneurship 30 this semester. Why, you may ask? Because someone seems to think that because I have an education degree that I must be able to teach whatever they throw my way. And I have.

This is my most stressful semester yet. I thought that Art 20 would be the simpler of the two because my friend is the art teacher and has given me a good plan for the semester and the resources that I'll need to get through. But it isn't. The students know that I am not an art teacher and they question my authority. When I say that they aren't doing the technique correctly, they question how I know. It is a matter of knowing the concept, but not being able to do it. It's like parallel parking...I know the idea of it, but I can't do it. Not properly, anyway.

I still know more than the students do in Entrepreneurship. The curriculum, although slightly confusing, is fairly well laid out and with time and patience, I can figure it out.

We are only in week 2. I have 5 more months of this. I hope I make it. I hope the students make it.

Oy Vey!