Monday, June 27, 2011

Can the Bible become an idol?


A friend asked me, “So what did you read in the Bible today?”
And I was stumped. I fumbled around with a lame answer and quickly changed the subject.

But later on, for the life of me, I could not recall what I had read that very morning!
True, I had been in a rush to get somewhere and hence had hurried over breakfast and God-time, but I could not remember exactly which passage I had been reading from.

Other than embarrasing me, that got me thinking.

I realised that my 'quiet' time had become a ritual, nothing more than a habit that I followed – like brushing my teeth every morning.

An unthinking routine.

My relationship with Jesus had come to a standstill. Like a stagnant pond, I was subsisting on the algae that had taken root over the years but there wasnt any fresh water, or revelation, evident in my life. I hadn't back-slidden as such, I'd just stalled. The Bible had become a replacement of the relationship I had shared with God.

But you see, to have a relationship, you need to communicate, to talk and to listen. Lately I had been talking at God and not waiting long enough to listen to what he had to say in return. As long as I met my reading quota for the day - one chapter from the Old Testament, one from the New, one Psalm and one from Proverbs - I was ok with the state of things.

Thankfully God wasn't. And as he often does, he sent a reminder in the form of that question.
I've realised that even a good thing, like the Bible, has the potential of becoming an idol*, when you replace God with it.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Learning from Saul


1 Samuel 10:20-24
20 So Samuel brought all the tribes of Israel before the Lord, and the tribe of Benjamin was chosen by lot. 21 Then he brought each family of the tribe of Benjamin before the Lord, and the family of the Matrites was chosen. And finally Saul son of Kish was chosen from among them. But when they looked for him, he had disappeared! 22 So they asked the Lord, “Where is he?”
   And the Lord replied, “He is hiding among the baggage.” 23 So they found him and brought him out, and he stood head and shoulders above anyone else.
 24 Then Samuel said to all the people, “This is the man the Lord has chosen as your king. No one in all Israel is like him!”
   And all the people shouted, “Long live the king!”

I think, often we can be like Saul. We know what God asks of us, we know what he wants us to do, we know that we are equipped and anointed, we can see the direction he is pointing us in – but we are scared, we doubt ourselves, we think he has made a wrong decision, we lack the confidence to step forward and take responsibility.
And so we hide.
We hide behind the 'baggage' of life.
Behind what has been 'done' to us.
Behind 'why the past' is the reason we cannot move forward into the future.
Behind 'busyness', doing everything except what he requires us to do.
Behind – excuses.
But God finds us out and leads us on. Saul was found hiding in the baggage compartment, and when he was brought (read dragged) out, he stood 'head and shoulders above anyone else'. This guy was huge, AND he was the handsomest man in all Israel (1 Samuel 9:2)! Amongst the twelve tribes of Israel, there was no one else fit to lead the nation. Yet he had self-worth issues (1 Samuel 9:21) which continued for the rest of his life. He never felt he was good enough. The feeling of being inferior and falling short of what was expected haunted him always.
Like Saul, we vacillate between our feelings and our calling.
We need to start seeing ourselves as God sees us. Our self worth is determined, not by what the world says about us, not even by what we tend to think of ourselves, but what God has to say about us, as his children. When we accept what Jesus did for us on the cross, we are forgiven and accepted into God's family. And when God looks at us, he sees, not what we have been, but what we are in Christ. That is where our identity lies, and that is where we should look whenever self-doubt creeps into our consciousness.
If God has called us to do something, he will equip us to do it well.  It’s all about stepping out in faith, knowing that God will come through. He knows all about Human Resources, he knows each one of us personally and he does not need to conduct an aptitude test to determine, whether or not, we are suited for the job. All he requires of us is to be willing and obedient.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Broken


As soon as it begins to matter

Headlong you turn and scatter

When people get too close

You want to flee

Don’t worry friend, it’s only me.

I know the past has been real tough

Life dealt you blows all off the cuff

Like a beautiful stallion

broken by brute

At the slightest sign of

Potential hurt,

is ready bolt.

You're now under the Master’s care

His gentleness will all hurts repair

And slowly you will learn to trust

And learn to love

even if it hurts

Thursday, May 12, 2011

I ache.


Marvelling at the beauty of your creation.

Helpless, without a word, to satisfy the longing

to extol the You worthily.



I ache.

Each time I find an imprint of your creativity.

Each time I sense your presence about me.

I ache, wanting to praise, but ashamed of my meagre words.



I ache at the sound -

the crash of breakers on a lonely shore,

the voice of choirs lifted in adulation.



I ache at the sight of

the clean shiny green of a new leaf,

the glow of the dying sun setting all afire,



I ache in

the pregnant silence of deep forests,

and the stillness of a moonlit night.



The majesty of towering cliffs

The blinding brightness of the morning sun.

The vastness of the moaning sea.

A vibrant rainbow against the gray.

Leave me breathless,

aching to pour gratitude.



The warmth of friendship around a table

A hug from someone dear

The trusting hand-clasp of a child

The suddeness of a joy-caused tear.



The grandeur of a craggy range.

The swooping cry of a mountain bird.

And surprisingly I know why I ache -

my wordless heart calling to its Maker.

 
 
 
 
○ 2011 Rebekah D'Souza

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Sunny days

Somebody said on Sunday, “There isn't anything fabulous happening, but there isn't anything bad happening either. I don't have anything to share because everything is normal, nothing out of the ordinary.”
Shouldn't we be thankful that things are going well, smoothly. Is good weather to be scorned because it is boring? I suppose its value is brought home when we long for normalcy in the midst of the storms of life.
I was telling a friend today how I missed the sunshine and looked forward to being home again. Which was when I also realised that whilst I was in sunny India I had not appreciated its warmth. The sunshine was just there, to be avoided in the summer and basked in in the winter, but not really something to be thankful for. Lord teach me to be grateful for today, for now, for the current passing moment!

Monday, March 7, 2011

An extract from my journal -

dated : 31/3/06
As I sat on the terrace this morning, I noticed the clouds in the sky.
What exactly are they?
Just moisture and gas, shapeless, bodiless, colorless, flimsy, drifting things.
Yet when the rays of the sun hit them, they become beautiful. The colors reflected are resplendent – shiny silver, sober gray, royally purple, pink & golden. Absolutely gorgeous.
In ourselves, let us strive to become and remain nothing. Then the reflection of the SON will make us a thing of great beauty.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

What a child learns

The reason I enjoy Aamir Khan's movies is because they often have an underlying theme regarding social justice or reform, apart from which I also welcome the chance to admire his good looks and his acting. I watched 3 Idiots the other day and was pleased to see some important issues regarding our education system and the morality therein being addressed at the begining of the movie. Unfortunately the movie making business ensured that the analysis of these issues merely scratched the surface of deep rooted problems – the giant stirred but did not waken. This article will attempt to poke and prod awake the lethargic giant that constitutes the Indian society as a whole.
The schooling that I went through and passed out of not four years ago is a prime example of the education system in the urban cities of our country. Each class had a minimum of 60 students being taught by one harried, overworked teacher. Each period was about 40 minutes long. How could any human being be expected to pay equal attention to each student in that amount of time, to ensure that the lesson being taught is understood and assimilated? Is it any surprise that teachers nowadays are indifferent to a student's grasping power? Should we be astonished that rote-learning is the norm in schools today? From an early age our children learn by heart the readymade answers that will then be recited off in class glibly or vomitted on to an exam paper, with the child retaining next to nothing since the answer wasn't processed by him in the first place. This year once again I find myself back in University studying for a postgraduate in English Literature in the United Kingdom. The difference between the education systems practiced in both countries is a revelation in the working of their societies. This time round there are no readymade answers available. The professors and lecturers here are supportive and encouraging, but they refuse to spoon feed you, letting you do your own thinking and draw your own conclusions. And if those conclusions happen to conradict their opinion, they are open minded enough to consider the plausibility of your results provided you can produce a convincing argument. New to this system of education, I found first few months incredibly challenging, and it took me a while before I could get comfortable with the idea of expressing my opinion in a class full of students, that happenend only when I was forced to develop an opinion rather than expect and accept the professor's point of view. Unfortunately students in India would never be encouraged in this way, and I mourn for the loss of all those years of 'education' where I was taught that the teacher was always right and where the only correct answers were the ones copied from the text book verbatim.
Another problem that is rampant in our classrooms is cheating – during exams, tests etc. The fear of not meeting their parent's expectations of top marks and the high level of competition that is promoted in schools, negatively motivates students to cheat. Circumstances in schools and universities promote and condone the act, making it almost excusable - tests are taken in overcrowded classrooms with students seated rubbing elbows, where it is easy to peek into another's answersheet and where one teacher is burdened with the unrealistic expectation of invigilating 60 students, a task that can have only two outcomes - the teacher will either attempt to and succeed in an inefficient invigilation or will give up the hopeless task, unconcernedly letting the students cheat.
Children are quick to notice discrepancies, and the hypocrisy between the moral education taught and practiced, both at home as well as in school, does not escape unperceived. How often have children seen their parents bribe a traffic policemen to avoid a speeding ticket? How often have they heard their parents discuss undeclared income, black money? Or watched them pay huge 'donations' for admission into a reputable educational institution? Or then witnessed the 'reputable institution' conduct classes to ensure their students pass with flying colors for the upkeep of its reputation rather than emphasizing on the learning itself. With these examples of corruption in everyday life rooted in their consciousness, children grow up and move on to college and university and finally the work place, themselves practicing these non-values on the way. And then we wonder at the moral bankruptness of our society.
India is a country with great promise but if this country is to reach its maximum potential it will have to reform its way of doing things. Corruption and greed have been gnawing away at our prosperity as termites at the foundations of a house. We need to change. And the best place to start is at grassroot level. The education system must be improved.
-The ratio of the number of students per teacher should be reduced to ensure quality education.
-Better trained teachers would encourage and recognise the uniqueness and potential of each child.
-Moral education should not be just another period during the week that may be bunked, but a way of life exemplified by both parents and teachers. Let us, as adults, set the example.
-The Government should look at the prospect of investing more in the education system, reducing the ratio of the number of students per teacher will create more jobs for teachers. Attractive incentives and salaries will have more people choosing to become teachers.
Let us start in our schools and let the transformation work its way upwards into society.
Is it too much to expect and aim for inherent integrity? Even as I write this, the futility of the writing makes me grim. Dare I hope that this article will create anything but a stir on the surface, and maybe even not that. But why shouldn't it? It is not impossible. I guess the question that needs answering isn't whether we CAN change, it's whether we WANT to change.