The Rules of the Only Game that Counts

politics2 Timothy 2:5 says “…if anyone competes as an athlete, he does not receive the victor’s crown unless he competes according to the rules.”

I’m coming to understand lately, I never win in certain games because I’m simply unable to play by certain rules.

I suck when it comes to office politics.

I tend to drag in a whole set of heavenly rules that don’t belong in that ungodly game. Do you know why I’ll never claw my way to the top of a corporation? I’m intelligent, multi-talented, professional, and hard-working. People sincerely find me likable and trustworthy. What’s wrong with me? I would crush a spot at the top.

I never make it far in a corporate office, though. And I’m pretty sure, I never will.

There’s always one person who finds me unacceptably dangerous to their own ambitions, run-the-race-with-enduranceand before I know it, I’m embroiled in a game I can’t win because the rules violate the real Race I’m running.

Also, I tend to not be paying attention, so it creeps up on me without me realizing it.

I find the rules of Office Politics to be unmerciful, deceitful, and very cut-throat. They are distasteful to me, and I am no good at all at following them.

I can’t placate superiors with self-serving lies; I can’t take credit for work I didn’t do, nor can I pretend work I did was done by someone with a fancier title than mine. I can’t assess your value as a human being by the amount of money your car cost you, nor can I pretend I find you attractive just so you’ll use your title and influence to give me things my own hard work were unable to net for me. I won’t use my looks to demean my intelligence. I can’t lay aside my belief that God is watching every single thing I say and do, assessing my true motivations, and holding me accountable to Him for all of it, and still find my way up a corporate ladder. Even worse, or maybe, better, I’m never even trying to rise up when these situations present themselves to me.

crown_clip_art_23421I wish I could have that martyr-like smugness of a person who was picked on for no good reason, but seriously, nothing in life is that black and white. Could I have handled myself better? Of course. I also can’t exactly whine to God about the extent of my persecution either, given that I’m not even close to being physically or emotionally devastated. I’m inconvenienced at the moment, and the level of stress that I feel over this is only a source of embarrassment for me. I’m ashamed I let this stupidity bother me, knowing my Father owns all the cattle on every hill. Where is my trust? Where is my faith? I’m ashamed at how easily I let the storm around me distract me from walking on the water.

Tonight, I opened my bible because frankly, I don’t feel like doing that much these days. I’d rather binge watch The Newsroom, rant about how crazy things have become with John Oliver, live vicariously through The Game of Thrones (because of course, while I can’t manage to win in an office fight, I’m fairly sure I could pull off being the Mother of Dragons), and feel just a bit sorry for myself, and the injustice and cowardice of insecure people that landed me in the situation I find myself in right now.

But tonight, I made a conscious decision to do something I didn’t feel like doing. I crawled back to God, bloody and bruised, naked and shaking. And He showed me this:

It’s time for me to remember the truth. 2 Timothy 2:3 “Endure hardship with us like a good soldier of Christ Jesus. No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs — he wants to please his commanding officer.” My life is not a game of thrones, and I was put here to game-of-thrones-season-6-might-also-be-the-time-to-bow-down-before-the-new-queen-of-westeros-as-rumors-tells-that-daenerys-targaryen-will-finally-sit-on-the-iron-thronehelp gather the harvest, not play office politics with people who are way better equipped to play for that tin victor’s crown. I hope I have a real crown in the next life, and the opportunity to cast it at the feet of the One who saved me with His Grace and His Mercy. I am doing something real, something important, and it says nothing bad about me at all that I don’t fit into this world when you apply the rules of the game I’m actually playing in.

According to the rules of the game that is important to me, I shouldn’t ever be slanderous, a liar, a lover of money, boastful, proud, abusive, ungrateful, unforgiving, without self-control, rash, conceited, and most importantly, having a form of godliness, but denying its power. (1 Timothy 3:2-5)

In other words, I haven’t lost anything God would have been okay with me winning using those rules. I’ll just stick to being a nobody for Him. The prize is better.

~ Bird



Doctrine For Dummies – Rebekkah

DOCTRINE FOR DUMMIESOne time, my Grandma told me that God doesn’t do even one thing on earth unless someone prays for it. She had arrived at this conclusion, (or had, more likely, adopted this view from someone else), based on different scriptures about dominion — first that Adam had it, then Satan, then Jesus got it back, and gave it back to us.

While there are scriptures that discuss these things, they are rare; and, to derive from these crumbs an idea which reduces God to the position of errand boy is preposterous. However, that is not the main reason I know it to be untrue.

No, the main reason is this: God knows we’re dumbasses.

This is quite evident. One need not comb through the bible for supporting quotes. Leading people around with pillars of fire or smoke, making donkey’s to talk, writing rules on tablets…It’s obvious, God didn’t feel He was dealing with intellectual giants.

Even the parables are evidence of this. Jesus said, “Therefore speak I to them in parables: because they seeing, see not; and hearing they hear not, neither do they understand.” Matthew 13:13

The whole point of the book is we’re shitty; He gave us the Holy Spirit through Jesus’s sacrifice so He could do it for us… a one sentence synopsis for those who won’t read it.

Which is how I know my Grandma has been mislead. It is counter to everything I know about God and the way He does business. No way would He set the system up to run solely by request, then hide instruction in thousands of pages of text few read thoroughly. No.Way.

The reason I’ve brought this up is actually because of homosexuality. I swear, I almost feel like an activist with the amount of time I spend debating the subject with ignorant religious people.

Here’s the thing.

My mom’s telling me about this debate she’s having about whether gay people can go to heaven, and I decide to track down the…what? 3 verses?

I don’t know. I know the’re in there but again, rare. And I know that freakin’ Book! But I’m having a hard time finding them. 1 Cor. 6:9 refers to them; yes, saying they won’t be in heaven, along with the usual suspects (you know, greed, idolatry, adultery, lying, etc. etc. etc.), but it is proving difficult to pinpoint the root of the vehemence with which Christians decry homosexuality. After all, that verse goes on to say that about all those awful things. Yeah. You used to be those, but now you have the Holy Spirit, and He’s gonna spruce you up. That fits with God, and the way He does things.

So. My point boils down to one tried and true saying: better safe than sorry. If you’re gonna play Christian and take a stand against something, then please, for the love of God, do your research, or shut up.

We’re walking blindfolded into the end times. In Revelations there are “thousands of thousands” of people who “came out of great tribulation and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Rev 7:9-14 That’s us, homies.

Us or our children. This is not the time for nitpicking and ridiculous argument. It’s the time to start getting acquainted with the Holy Spirit so He can teach you. Until you learn how to listen to Him, you won’t understand anything.

Think, Rosetta Stone….

~ Bekkie