Cain’s denial

I read a couple more chapters from Genesis (in the NASB) yesterday. People give Cain a lot of crap for killing his brother, but I saw myself reflected in his words and actions. Maybe I’m just fatalistic.

It is debatable whether or not God had communicated what sacrifices he liked and how to offer them. Cain evidently missed the mark and was angry. That is the first similarity between us. I am angry at God:

for creating me a sexual being and then keeping me from enjoying intimacy by requiring marriage. (What if no one wants to marry me? I guess that means ideally I never have sex.

for creating me a woman–a gift of grace and beauty on earth–and then limiting my usefulness with rules. (I cannot be a pastor or leader in any serious church capacity. My “husband” gets to tell me what to do.)

for labeling anything except heterosexual activity within marriage as sin–worthy of death no less. Oh and have I mentioned stoning children for disobedience? (Someone might say that the Old Testament is different for the New. Sure, but the God is the same, so why give the decree to kill these people in the first place? I love my gay and unmarried friends. They have taught me the most about love and commitment.)

Yes. Cain and I have anger in common.

God talks to Cain saying, “Watch yourself. Don’t sin. You can do this.”

Cain tries to talk to his brother. I imagine it sounded like the rant I just wrote. However Abel responded, Cain obviously didn’t trust him. He killed Abel and was still angry.

Second similarity: I try to talk to the “good guys” too and often I walk away angrier.

angry at their self-righteousness (You’re trying to tell me that God makes sense to you?)

angry because they somehow got it right and pleased God while I failed. (After all, I like sin–scandal of scandals!)

Cain kills Abel and continues on with his day. I think Cain wanted to preserve his life. Hide the fact that he had failed. Perhaps he had been afraid Abel would tattle. I guess he did because God said, “Abel’s blood is speaking to me.” No apology from Cain though. No fear until God said he was driving Cain away from family, home and livelihood. As Cain repeats back to God his curse, he adds, “I will be separated from you, God!” I hear anguish in that–a judgment on himself that God did not impose… However, God gives Cain a “mark” so that no one would kill him. Was God hoping Cain would eventually repent or was keeping him alive without contact with his former life worse than death?

Cain leaves and builds a city and marries. He doesn’t look back. He apparently doesn’t try to seek God again. Instead of wandering (like God told him to), he settles–east (that is away from God).

This is the third similarity: I have tried and tried to believe in God. All I have is disappointment and failure to show for it. I am a sinner and instead of sorrow, I feel anger and resentment. I just want to go out there and show God that being sinful is more fulfilling than godliness. I want to take my sorry life by the horns and make it into something beautiful and useful. I want to be the woman that turns heads on the street. The woman whose bed is delightful and any man is lucky to have–even for a little while. I want to smoke pot, live in hostels and travel from one job to the next .And towards the end of my life I want to buy a miniature cottage by the ocean. I’ll plant roses and have white curtains in my windows (which will always be open). I’ll walk naked to the clothesline and dress. I won’t wear deodorant or shoes and I’ll live on fresh bread, butter and honey. Oh, and I’ll have bees and a friendly cow… I will never wear underclothes and always pin my hair up. I will wear white linen dresses. The birds will come and all who walk past will be at peace. The wind will whisper love to me.

I don’t think Cain meant to be bad, just like I don’t mean to be bad. I think he made a huge mistake, but he took life by the horns and made it work. I think he was disappointed with God. Perhaps like me, he felt he would have to walk with his head bowed for the rest of his life and drown his true self in order to please God–finally.

My name is Cain. I am at another crossroad in my life and must choose where to go. Is there truly hope for me in God? Will he accept me with all my sin? Can I be the joyous creature of my dreams with his blessing? A professor (I strongly disliked) once said, “Free will means that God points our ‘wanter’ in the direction he has chosen.” Darn it all! Theology is confusing! Without shifting responsibility off myself, I’m going to do what I want and believe that God will realign my “wanter” if I get off track!

So much for Cain…

So much for me…

I hope I tickled your brain.

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Asylum

A friend is staying with me now since I almost had a mental breakdown yesterday. I have been so discouraged about my lack of health insurance that my world began to unravel. The possibility of losing the ability to pay for my medication–using all my savings to pay for medication that does not heal me, but enables me to function–paralyzes me. I do not want to eat, shower or speak. My world has spun out of control and I do not know how to get quiet myself.

I read the Message this morning because somehow I feel like I have to do something for God to listen to me and help me. So I read my Bible. (I am reading it chronologically.) Genesis seems so far away…so unreal. God appears so unfriendly and the two humans so stupid! They remind me of cavemen worshipping a huge, clunky god of their own imagination. Their god barks orders and creates for his own pleasure and not out of love. He is king and has created two, little minions to frolic and mate as he observes.

I am not sure where I am going with this, but the truth is that I do not feel strengthened or comforted from my reading today. I do not think I know God any better and I do not feel closer to him. So if you have any helpful comments or unhelpful ones…please respond. I would appreciate some dialog.

Signing off…

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“Here/Hear”

Shame–my eyes to the ground

Hope–my fluttering heart an upward glance

Longing–my desperate search

Where is my God who sees me?

A breath of air

A smell of cold

A memory: mist and pain

The God who sees, where is he?

Come hold me please.

Hold me and never let go.

Open my eyes.

Let me see your truth.

Let me look through your eyes.

Mercy and grace

Mercy and grace

Come own me.

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Echoes of the Future

Every morning a little after six in the morning, a lady walks through the alley past the rows of garbage cans. She is stooped and wears large black shoes and a baseball cap. She appears to be in her sixties. I watch as she opens each garbage bin and sifts through the plastic bags. Sometimes she lifts the bag over her head to see if there is anything on the bottom. Then she moves on to the next bin, pushing her metal, folding cart.

I’m still mad at God for injustices in my own life. Yet the more I fight him, the more miserable I become. Recently, I was thinking about the fantasy books I thrive on reading. While the storyline is fantastical, the characters always seem to face the same personal and internal conflicts that I face. They weep in pain, they fight injustice every way they can and they fall in love… The conclusion usually is that some battles are lost but the war is won. While I am a little sad that some of my favorite characters were killed off, I find the conclusion to be at least fulfilling.

There is no direct correlation between these books and God, but I’ve found a starling similarity. The Scriptures say that for now the whole world is groaning with the weight of sin, but one day there will be complete deliverance. Until then, believers are to resist overwhelming obstacles through the strength God provides. There are many casualties in this war.

In fantasy fiction I don’t mind casualties because they are in the imagination of a writer. However, when God is involved I seethe. I suppose it’s understandable. After all, God is real right? If he is all-powerful, why allow the casualties? I don’t have the answer, but I am convinced that there is no direct correlation between fantasy fiction and God. I do believe that somehow God is above the pathetic manipulation of the forces of evil. I believe that while casualties abound, God weeps. I also believe he has a complete plan, laid out before the beginning of life on Earth. I rejoice that his plan is just! Evil will be smashed and its followers judged and sentenced. All will be reborn in newness and light. Casualties will be healed and restored to life.

Maybe that’s why I like fantasy fiction so much… It is a faint echo of our eternal saga!

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Faith

i don’t know if i can put these thoughts into words tonight. usually i only write when i’m dosed up on my meds and so groggy i can’t think coherently. apparently, that’s when i’m the most honest. i’m depressed and the reason is not that life sucks (though it does). i’m depressed because God has disappointed me. i’m afraid that i have believed a lie. i worry that i have placed trust in a figment of human imagination, yet i am not freed by thinking so… i long and wish for faith to believe… without faith there is no meaning to life. what is faith? to me it is the kiss of God–the assurance of his pleasure in me. faith is strength to endure torment and injustice within a shelter of peace. faith is love to accept all without fear or concern for self. i could be totally wrong, but i look for these things in someone who says they have faith.

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The Taste of Burning Ash

“Hello?” is anyone out there??? I don’t cry anymore even though my heart is a burned out hole of ash. Sometimes a few tears will ease out of the corners of my eyes and my body will convulse a few times, but there is little emotion or release.

I am lonely. After growing up overseas in a tight, village community, my life still feels off balance. The discovery of more and more traumatic events (abuse) within my family has further isolated me. My parents are missionaries! They are the perpetrators! Sigh… There is no way to express my outrage and pain: there is no way to communicate to you in words how lifeless, used and dirty I feel (a virgin who just discovered she is a whore).

There is no comfort you can give me, even if this were a forum to receive comfort… So I return to the God I hate and love, praying that faith will one day transform my bitterness to sweetness. Strangely, the further down my suicidal path I go, the more open I am and the more I long for the realization of faith.

~Postscripts of a Fool~

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