‘…Remind Him of His Future’

'The Next Time Satan Reminds You of Your Past, Remind Him of His Future' with a big, red question mark through it“The next time the devil reminds you of your past, remind him of his future.”

This phrase came up in my mind this morning as I was once again pondering a flashback to my past.

I get them fairly often, as I imagine others do. At least I hope it’s not just me, ha!

They’re just random glimpses of stupid stuff I have said or done in the past. The feelings (embarrassment/shame) associated with them are almost as fresh as they were back then, when I realized that I’d made a mistake.

The question is, where do such reminders come from?

Is it a foreign entity, or just something that naturally occurs in humans?

Do our brains just suddenly decide to short-circuit every now and then and present past realities as current?

Are we all a little crazy?

I don’t think addressing random perceived-demons is the answer. I think that on that edge of a map, that there be dragons…that a lot of ‘demonology’ in the Western Church is simply mental illness disguised with Biblical language to sound plausible.

But I don’t know a solution. I’d much rather not remember that dumb thing I said in an email ten years ago. I’d be willing to bet that nobody else remembered the email. So why do I?

I’m *quite* certain that the solution here, if there is one, is NOT to scream randomly at invisible gremlins, ‘You’re going to burn in hell!’ There’s far too much of that going on already; this is one of the reasons why the word ‘Charismania’ exists.

What do you think?

On Mystery

Photo by João Silas on Unsplash
Photo by João Silas on Unsplash

I’m not sure that anyone really understand what being ‘born again’ or ‘born from above’ really means, or entails.

For me, I was one way, I prayed a ‘sinner’s prayer’ in a typical Evangelical church, and then I was a different way. Completely changed.

Some people never have an experience like this. I’ve heard of folks growing up in Christian homes who basically always believed, so there wasn’t a ‘conversion experience’, per se.

The Apostle Paul had an interesting experience (Gal. 1:15-16) where he reports Christ was revealed as already having been in him. I don’t pretend to understand his perspective on the whole thing, except that the mystery of salvation is indeed, something mysterious, and probably much deeper than we know.

Was I ‘saved’ when I prayed the sinner’s prayer?

Or on the Cross when we were co-crucified with Him?

Or ‘when Christ was crucified before the foundation of the world’?

I don’t know. It might be all three. Maybe there are degrees to this thing.

Whose faith was involved? Jesus’ faith? My faith?

Does my belief, or lack of belief, somehow affect the outcome?

A lot of people give pat answers to these question, without really thinking how much mystery is involved here.

 

Mystery is beautiful.

 

Mystery can be frustrating to those who insist on doctrinal surety, who demand that everything be put in neatly-organized theological boxes, with strict guidelines.

But, as has been said many, many times, God refuses to be put in a box.

God refuses to be strictly categorized.

God is way, way too mysterious for that.

And that’s OK.

 

We have Jesus.

 

We have Jesus, so we can see what God looks like, how he feels, thinks, and behaves.

We can see the character of Jesus. We can see what he did after his life on earth, through the letters of Paul.

We can see what Jesus is still doing, today, right now.

But there is so much beautiful mystery out there.

Study! Study the Scriptures. There’s always more to learn. Don’t be ignorant if you can help it. Learn, and be diligent to teach others.

But leave room for mystery.

Nobody *really* knows how all this works.

And that’s OK.

The Palace

‘We live in a house made of thoughts’, I wrote down, thinking it profound.

Then I had an experience that made me discard all that nonsense.

I used to think that my thoughts were me. No more!

Thoughts of worry, fear, doubt, all of that nonsense, it’s just noise. Like the buzzing of bees or a dinner party I can’t wait to leave.

I retreat into a quiet room inside myself and shut the door.

I look around. Papa, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are there. Nothing else that I could see at that moment.

What else is there?

As I look, I discover a palace inside. The noisy room that I thought was inside me, is instead outside.

I begin to explore the palace. The chandeliers especially fascinate me—I’ve always liked chandeliers.

It reminds me of a dream I had once: a hidden warehouse I found behind a garbage dumpster. Racks and shelves full of ‘hidden treasure’ to be discovered.

Now I know that the garbage has been dealt with, and that this palace has been made from those materials.

No one else can go here. This is my mansion, my retreat, my paradise within.

How did I find this palace?

Presence.

I learned to abide in Christ.

I learned about the mind of Christ, how he thinks.

The mind of Christ is a calm, sound, well-balanced mind full of peace and joy.

When thoughts buzz around my head, when bad dreams bother me, I remember: those thoughts, those memories, those are not me.

The real me rejoices inside. The Trinity rejoices in me. The peace is inside. I forget about the noise and abide in Christ.

I wish I could lead you to your own internal palace. Maybe I will spend the rest of my life helping lead others to theirs.

The Real Christianity

Intellectual Christianity was tried and failed. The world was not changed and instead became bitter and hardened at these moral people with words but no power.

Mystic Christianity is the only real Christianity. True experience with God cannot be faked or replicated. All the world is looking for the sons of God. The sons of God are the mystics who have encountered God.