Mitchell, Brody, Shannon, and Shelby,
A little while back, I had a friend who, for the sake of anonymity, I will call Pacman. Don't read into that name, by the way. I just pulled it at random from the Rolodex in my brain.
Pacman and I, we were okay, I guess. I met him in a Christian group, although he began coming less in favor of another Christian group where he began getting more and more active, because they prioritized walking the walk. I began to trust him because he didn't struggle with the particularly embarrassing sin that the leader of my current group practiced unrepentently, and which genuinely affected me. Pacman wasn't affected by it, but he gave me his number, in case we needed to talk.
Now eventually I got invited to his church, Zorgon. This name doesn't necessarily from from my Rolodex, though. The name “Zorgon” is a slang term I use for an alien planet with particularly exotic features. In many ways, that's what this church was. He told me that it was unlike other churches, that it was incredibly formal and serious, and that the sermons were all about the facts.
In other words, I imagined a congregation being led by Mark Verbruggen.
Well actually, Zorgon was a wild safari with loud contemporary music, people speaking gibberish and calling it tongues, and younger church goers up front before the altar and praising so hard that they looked like they were having epileptic seizures. Such was the personal magnetism of their executive pastor, Zordon. He was the big floating head in the center of this, the “I am Oz!” off the church. His humility and his passion drove him to become the lead singer in Zorgon's bombastic worship band
In and of itself, these things are just style. I'm a bit more of a stoic Dutchman in my worship. If music gets a bit energetic, I stop singing altogether and just listen to everyone else.
What did become an issue for me, though, was that they looked down on others who didn't speak in tongues. It was subtle, but it was there.
Other issues came up. For all their love of the Holy Spirit, they focused more on its gifts and fruits than on its testimony that Christ died so that we may be forgiven. Every once and a while I would get lip service to that fact, but it would always be phrased in such a way that they could claim the semantics pointed toward righteous living being the central pillar of Christian faith. A statement like “Jesus died for your sins,” to them translated as “Jesus died to convict you to be more righteous.”
A certain emphasis became apparent when Zordon said that ideally, he would go for a whole year and preach nothing but his thoughts on Psalm 119. It was so obvious, that I once asked an average layperson of Zorgon what they thought of Psaml 119, and they said “That's Zordon's favorite chapter of the Bible!”
When hanging out around Pacman and his friends, I noticed a great deal of worshiping God, a lot of trust in God, and a lot of sincere thanks to God and credit given to Him for many of the good things that happened in life. Nonetheless, I noticed a tendency of them to speak of the dangerous heresy of “cheap grace,” or what they would sometimes call “hyper-grace.” One of his friends, “Wayne,” seemed to shame people who put a little too much emphasis on the important of grace and forgiveness in our salvation. Anyone who had any unresolved problems, Wayne would pressure to change and reform on a moment's notice.
Since I am who I am, you might not be surprised to know that I slipped Grace into every conversation I had about God. What I noticed was that people would greet me when I came to their youth groups, but something seemed off. They seemed excited to see me, but if they weren't perfect actors, I could see in their eyes that they felt conflicted about something. They were thinking about how to interact with me. We would hang out, have good times, but I knew that I never belonged in their group. They couldn't truly accept me, and even though they acted as if I was part of them, I understood that it was out of hope that acting in such a way would potentially work its way into my inner thinking so that I would begin to identify with them and therefore begin to think like them.
At least, that's how it feels. You know how it is when you can't quite put your finger on it, but something's off? I think that this is what Paul meant when you can see who has the fruits of the Spirit and who doesn't. Yes, he lists certain fruits, but they are attitudes, not overt actions. Often times with attitudes, you need a good intuition to see them.
Anyway, I found out that my spider-senses were right, when someone who also felt like an outcast among them told me that they spoke a lot behind my back.
One night, after finding out that I did not believe that it was possible for a man to go without sinning, Pacman confronted me in his home. At first it seemed incidental, but I noticed how he intentionally had a couple of his friends there with him.
“Of course you can go without sin,” he said, pointing to the questionable verse in John that where Jesus says “Go and sin no more.”
“Why would He tell us to do something that we couldn't do? Our God isn't a God of confusion. He wouldn't tell us to do something we couldn't do.”
“That's the point,” I said. “He's telling us to do these things, knowing that we can't fulfill them, so that we'll be forced to confront ourselves with the fact that we can't make it on our own.”
“Exactly!” said Pacman. “That's why He sent the Holy Spirit, so that we'll be transformed and no longer inclined to sin!”
“Are you honestly telling me that you don't sin anymore?”
“No, but I'm no longer inclined to sin. I haven't sinned all day, and I hate sinning! I'd like to get to the point where I no longer sin at all, and I'm getting there.”
“Everything a man does is tainted by sin,” I said. “Corporeally, anything we do is tainted by insecurity, an insecurity that we aren't enough, because until the Perfect Day we will always have an imperfect faith and feel that some part of our identity is in our actions.”
“You're just speaking philosophical mumbo-jumbo. You're just making this up. You are not getting your views from the Bible!” said Pacman. “When I wave my hand in front of your face like this, that isn't sin, is it? In and of itself, that isn't sin, is it?”
He said this with a smug grin. In fact, I did believe that what he had just done was inherently sinful. He violated my bubble. He swelled up with pride. He was arrogant, spiritually greedy, and disrespectful. He would have denied it if I had accused him of it, so I didn't bother bringing it up. You know how we all are when we're accused of these things. We almost always have a perfect way of rationalizing our behavior, because we know what the ideal attitude to have is and we've labelled ourselves as having that right off the bat so that we don't have to plague our conscience with the negative attitudes that we all carry around in reality.
I kept on insisting on my point and that we are saved by Grace through faith alone. I was quite adamant on it. Eventually – I can't remember correctly – he either through a Bible at me or slammed it on the table, shrieking “PROVE IT!”
I picked it up, turned to 1 Corinthians 13, and read “For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
The idea, as I tried to explain it, was that on this side of Christ's return, we have a dim realization of righteousness in us. It is a reflection of the perfection to come, but we are only partially transformed. God isn't judging us on our reflections, though, or how brightly we reflect. He's crediting us already for the perfect bodies we will have in Christ in the world to come. At least, so was my view.
Pacman's view was different, and he believed that I was ignoring the plain meaning of the text and what the rest of the Bible had to say about his. According to him, the message was “Do better, try harder. Just stop being that person.” Interestingly, “Just stop being that person” was also his advice for how I should handle my depression. “Stop being that person” was his advise for how the church should approach gays. “Stop being that person” was his advise for dealing with insecurity.
One of his friends was particularly good at quotemining the Bible and did so with a smug look on his face. This also drove me crazy.
Then, of course, I had accusations against my character. Accusations which, by the way, I didn't defend myself. It wasn't that I took them as a compliment, but they proved my point.
“You want to hit me right now, don't you?” said Pacman. “I can tell because you're all tense.” Then he would go on to criticize me for how angry I was.
Yes, I was angry. I get a little angry writing about it right now, and I won't try to hide that fact. If I did, then I would be manipulating you, wouldn't I? I can be honest and up-front about my sins and where I have poor attitudes. I know where I'm being unforgiving when I should be more graceful. Those things are hard to change. I also understand that I can keep this in check and relieve the symptoms, but destroying these habits altogether won't be possible in this lifetime.
Therefore, I never took the moral high ground. I merely said what I believed, even if I couldn't quote the Bible. I just knew that what I had to say was consistent with the Spirit of what was being said in the fine print on its pages.
Then, the tortoise poked its head out of its shell. A moment of truth. Pacman stopped and asked me “Have you ever been baptized with the Holy Spirit?”
“I'm not sure what you mean.”
“Do you not have enough faith? This is what Pentecostalism is all about. You have to receive the second baptism via the Holy Spirit, Who makes Himself visible through tongues. The Bible says that true believers in Christ will speak in tongues, heal the sick, and survive bites from poisonous snakes!”
Pentecostalism, eh? The way he said that, it was almost as if Pentecostalism was interchangeable with Christianity. Did it occur to him that not all Christians are Pentecostal? Did it occur to him that I might be a Calvinist, or a Catholic? A Presbyterian?
“Last I checked, you only spoke English,” I informed him.
“No, it's really quite simple. It's like ehbleadionfgadgoubaenadlnavoeo@!($*&$#adojnaovai. I just spoke in tongues right there. It's the most beautiful thing.”
Alright, at this point, I would like to say that the point of this story is not to condemn anyone who gives credence to the gift of tongues. It may very well be like that. It may very well be a beautiful thing. I'm humble enough to suppose that I may be wrong about tongues and that it really is similar to how Pentecostals imagine it.
However, in this context, you can't convince me that he just spoke with the voice of an angel. Was it his arguments that set me off? No, I think that it was mainly the look in his eye. The greed.
The reason why I write about this is because of the prayer he offered me afterword. I saw the tension in his body. If only I could show you his body language right now, but this is unfortunately only a letter. He had a formal pose, with his hands clasped before him in a way that reminded me of some sort of ballet position. A sign of righteousness? I was under the impression that this was how he thought of himself, and how he suspected that he had the moral high ground and hadn't sinned throughout this entire discussion.
I knew better. We had both sinned. A lot.
Personally, it also seems to me that he subconsciously chose his righteous body language specifically to look annoying and demeaning and to further anger me. Interestingly, I chose my sarcasm and irreverence in such a way as to achieve something similar. I could see that he was being driven up the wall and was far more furious than what he was willing to admit to himself.
“May we pray for you?”
He and his friends set their hands on me. I, the big angry tall guy, the stoic Dutchman, and the enigma with a background that they couldn't quite understand, being prayed for as someone in need. In need. As in, I was given a plentiful gift by people who had much. I was needy, and they were not.
“God, I pray for this man, that he may receive You and be transformed by You...”
I understood what was going on here. He was basically appealing to God. It almost felt as if he felt that God was another friend and witness he could pull in for support.
I warned him. I told him that he could pray for me, but for the love of God, he should not pray simply that I may come to have the same opinion as him. It was demeaning, vain, and selfish. It was disrespectful to me, especially when I knew I was right.
At least, I suppose I was right.
That night, I considered praying for him as well, although in private. I didn't have a group of friends who would help me corner him so I could place my hands on him. Even if I did, I knew what my real purpose in praying for him would be if I did it that way. It would be to humiliate him and to put him in his place.
For a little while there, I put off the prayer. To myself, I hoped that he had a change of heart, but I didn't make that part of my formal petition to God. I thought that his prayer was wrong, and if I did the same thing it would be just as wrong. Even if I was praying regarding the right beliefs, I thought it was wrong. Something just seemed off about it.
So when I got around to talking to God about it, I said “God, I'm really angry right now. I know I should forgive Pacman for how angry he made me, but I really don't want to. Just make sure he's alright, and do whatever it is in Your will to do in his heart. Beyond that, I'm not sure what to pray for. Forgive me.”
I never prayed that he would receive salvation through faith. When I did, I waited until I was more emotionally distant from the situation. Still, I just couldn't get it out of my mind how he had prayed for me, how uncomfortable it made me feel, and wrong it all seemed. I didn't speak too often with authority in that argument, but I remember just how earnest I was when I said “for the love of God, don't pray that I will agree with your beliefs.”
In other words, such a prayer is basically a religious way of saying “I want him to lose this argument.” It isn't a petition to God, but a very presumptuous proposal to Him. It's a prayer spoken as if one has authority, as if one would think “Of course God's listening to me and saying 'Preach it, John Doe!' How can He otherwise? I'm one of His saints.”
My friends, pray for your brothers and sisters in faith wen they fall short. This means to pray for them all the time, for all their sins, visible and invisible. Yet, I do not say that you should run to God and gossip about sins that you find particularly egregious. Among other things, He will be the final judge on that. Furthermore, He is not some parent who will sympathize much with a child who runs and tattle-tales on their sibling. They hope that by exposing their sibling's behavior, they will gain favor with their parent, and that the parent will put the sibling in their proper place. Yet, the parent sees past these things, and punishes both the good child and the bad child. So it is, then, that when praying to God, ask that He should save you with the same sincerity that you ask Him to save others.
I know what you're thinking. “That doesn't apply to me. I'm mature enough and gentle enough not to slip into that form of reasoning.” Really? Be careful, and be honest with yourself. I think we need to take this seriously, and be careful whenever offering up prayers for disbelievers. We should evaluate and confess any contempt we may have and admit it to ourselves if our prayers are really just righteous ways of justifying that contempt.
Shortly after this argument, I fell out with Pacman and we didn't talk with each other much after that. The last thing I remember him saying was “Stop being that person!” It was really that simple, to him. Some people had heard of the falling out that we had gone through. One of the Zorgons, a beautiful woman who I knew agreed with him, had heard about the disagreement from him personally. I would assume that naturally she would now assume the worst of me and no longer want to be my friend. Yet, to my surprise, she said “That's too bad,” and carried on. We retained the visible signs of friendship.
Yet, something was off. “God bless you!” people would say. Yet they wouldn't say it to the others who were in their flock. They would say it to me, but it was odd. “Amen, John! God bless you!”
It was as if by complimenting me using religious language, they expected me to conform with their religious views. Either that, or it was a way of avoiding the argument and pretending that no disagreement existed. If they acknowledged on their inside that there was a disagreement, they found dishonest ways of going about it. They would be friendly to me, but not because I was their friend. They would reenact all the symptoms of hospitality, and they would feel even to themselves like they were hospitable but it wasn't because they were hospitable.
So when they said “God bless you,” I noticed two different hidden meanings behind it. The first was a means of avoiding conflict and pretending that things that mattered to them weren't at stake. The second was a means of passive aggressive evangelism, used often by the man named Wayne.
If I said something like “Be gentle and kind,” he would say “Amen, John! The world may think that we're being judgmental by holding them accountable, but it's really our gentility that we cannot suffer to see them continue sinning. Preach it! God bless you, John, and have a great day!”
If I said “You are saved by Grace alone,” he would say “Define Grace, John. Jesus renewed the Ten Commandments and one simply cannot get into Heaven without obeying them fully. Do you really want to see people continue on sinning? Of course, I know that you don't really mean that, John. As always, continue in your righteousness and preaching the Bible. God bless you, John!”
If I said “I have an outright disagreement with you because you're reading heresies into something someone said when they didn't say anything controversial at all, and you're judging him and calling him out based off of something you heard from him out of context” he would say “This conversation is a waste of God's time. God bless you, John!”
When a friend of mine said “Does anyone want to go biking?” he would say “I will not have anything to do with you, friend, if you are not biking for Christ. I suggest that you focus more on Him. God bless you, friend!”
These blessings never really mean what their words contain. Right away, something seemed off about them. Just as before, it was a way of avoiding an argument and pretending that everything was fine. Yet, there was something more. It was as if by constantly saying “God bless you!” he was ensuring himself the high ground. It was actually an insult. “I said it, but you didn't.” And if I did? It would still be his way of authenticating the righteousness of his attitude in everything he says. If I accused him of being a bully, he could just as well say that he was only being led and convicted by the Holy Spirit in everything he did, and was therefore blameless, and that I was reading into things. I was the aggressor, I begot any negativity in our relationship, and I was seeking an ungodly fight. In all this, he had bought himself a Victim Card that he could play should it ever be necessary.
In turn, because I cannot afford further conflict, I avoided outright criticizing them, but I also avoid validating anything they said. I did not say “God bless you” or any other signs of approval, although I sincerely wished them peace. Instead of approaching them with praise or criticism, I asked that I may be true to who I am and express that, not through preaching, but through my actions.
What is the point of all this, and why do I share it with you? I am very negative, am I not? Read this, and tell me that I'm not in some ways bitter. This whole story, while proving an inherently positive point about why we should be careful about how and why we pray for or bless one another, in spirit serves the purpose to put down those enemies I have made over time. I am not very forgiving of them.
You see, this judgment created a circle, and it goes around and round and folds in on itself. It doesn't go anywhere and only repeats what has already been done. We feel the circular movement, and we call it progress, but some of us get dizzy and we know better. He judged me and I judged him. I'm keeping him in check from keeping me in check, and so forth. Somewhere along the line, I know I offered up a vain prayer, if not in word, than in my attitude.
“Lord, fix this mess of a person.”
“Lord, humiliate him so that he has to come to terms with his beliefs.”
“Lord, I say that I dislike his attitude, but I actually dislike him as a person. I offer up this prayer so that you may change his attitude, but also that you may change him so that he won't be that person.”
This circle keeps on going, and we always come back to the same points. We always teach ourselves lessons when we get something wrong, when we sense ourselves being too arrogant, suspecting that we might be in the wrong,and we swear that we'll avoid making that problem again by going further along the circle. It's contagious, because if one person gets caught in the circle, it's so easy for him to pull be along with him, and in turn I think I've both reinforced that circle for those already in it and pulled a person or two into it myself.
How do I ever get out of that circle?
In the movie Looper, something similar happened. A bad thing happened in the future, and Joe goes back in time to prevent it from happening. Ironically, his attempt to kill the person who would eventually kill his wife caused that person to grow up and, seeking revenge, kill his wife. The younger Joe, in a moment of clarity, saw the circle, and he made a decision to end it. Young Joe took a gun and shot himself, preventing any of this from ever happening.
In a similar way, we must die to ourselves and accept Jesus' death in order to leave this world of judgment and failed convictions behind.
So when I pray about them, I still avoid saying “May they find the Truth,” lest I get trapped in the circle again. At the very best, I ask “Give them Grace.” Even then, I think it's best to simply say “Give us all Grace.” In other words, I simply offer the general petition given to us by Jesus: “May your Kingdom come.”
Therefore, when I read things like 1 John 5:16-17 or 2 John 10-11, it hits home with me. I have a deep, personal knowledge of what that sort of painful experience is like. He's describing something gone wrong, and I've witnesses it. I've touched it, and it has literally laid its hands on me.
The effects this circle has on me are still palpable. Mitchell and Brody have known me long enough to know that it's changed me. Because of the continuity of person, I'm still the same person as I was when I traveled around that circle. Some of that bitterness carries over, but sometimes it's as if this never happened, because I talk about Grace. Real Grace. It makes me happier and at peace. By finding life in Grace, I died to the circle. It no longer has authority over me, and I can speak of God's character and mercy quite freely.
Freely.
I'm no longer nervous, no longer pent-up, no longer measured and careful about how I talk about Grace. I'm up-front, radically transformed. Instead of focusing on how to get out of that circle, I rejoice that I am out of it. Whenever signs of bitterness still shine through, my heart tells me “Thank God that's not what He sees in me!”
We have all made those vain prayers and given insincere blessings. We have all been fake with each other. Not only in the past, but in the present. We still make mistakes, which makes for all the better reason for God to be disappointed in us. Instead, He says “You are righteous as Christ is righteous.”
The answer to these questions about prayer and Christian interactions is in Grace. It always is. It always comes back to that. Always hope for Grace, and always trust in it. In all my life, I don't know if I have ever encountered anything that makes me happier.
Sincerely,
John Hooyer