The Perilous “I could never…”

I’ve been thinking a lot about Laura’s most recent post and how much I appreciate the open, thoughtful, relational and respectful way we were raised. I also realized that the spirit behind her post has been one of the strongest driving factors in my life. It has forced me to reframe life. It has made me face my assumptions about things, actions and people that I feel are common, awful or ridiculous. I’ve been forced to recognize the humanity in things with which I disagree, and even possibly see the more fabulous, beautiful or rational side I may never have considered.

I call it “The Perilous ‘I could never…’.”

Never criticized for being a pushover, I was a definitive child. My world, as it is for most kids, was black and white, filtered through my limited experience. I could not, for the life of me, understand how people could do things differently than I would. “Well, they did that, but  I could never [fill in the blank].” Over the past 3 decades, I accumulated quite the list of “could nevers,” including:

  • live in a big city
  • homeschool my kids
  • live in a neighborhood where all the houses are the same
  • live on the east coast
  • eat gluten-free
  • eat a vegan diet
  • tell my kids to ‘shut up’
  • have a pet cat
  • buy organic food
  • drink unpasteurized milk
  • wear bell bottoms
  • wear jeggings
  • pay more attention to my kids than my husband
  • co-sleep with my baby
  • breastfeed for longer than a year
  • give my baby a pacifier
  • let my kid watch TV for more than an hour a day
  • enjoy country music
  • live somewhere without four seasons
  • own a smartphone
  • communicate via texting
  • use Instagram
  • own a Mac
  • be a runner

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Of course, I have done every single thing on that list at one time or another. Apparently, my dad is also keeping a list of all the things I said I could never do and have subsequently done. I’m a little nervous to see it.

As should happen as we mature, I gradually started seeing other experiences, other perspectives that shaped why people made particular choices. I have had to systematically face nearly all of my “could nevers.”  Sometimes I abandonded my “could nevers” because I discovered I was stupidly naïve or stupidly stubborn. Sometimes I have faced my “could nevers” through situations that were a little too coincidental. Sometimes I faced them going through excruciatingly painful experiences, or being pushed to the limits of what I could handle. In fact, over the course of my life, some of the biggest, best, most painful, most horrific, most foundational, or most instrumental experiences have made me face these assumptions. I have had to see life through a different lens. Through these experiences, I have done my “could nevers” or have realized how someone could do all of those things I said I could never do.

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I shared with you the innocuous list. But there have always been some pretty inflammatory topics nestled in my “could nevers,” too. One thing I have learned is that my controversial “I could nevers” were almost always born out of judgemental assumptions based on a very limited, ridiculously sheltered and easy life. It is pretty easy to say, “I could never,” to so many things given the life I have, the parents I have, the opportunities I have and the talents and skills I have.

If you know me (or happen to be married to me), you know that I think strong convictions are important. I think being able to search out, find, believe in and act on universal truth is essential. However, one of the most important things I have realized that being able to truly understand how someone could make a decision is vital, even if I maintain the belief that their decision was bad, wrong, harmful or destructive. Taking the time to listen and try to understanding someone, even if you disagree with them, even if it’s uncomfortable and painful and inconvenient, is necessary for compassion, relationship and love.  Refusing to let myself enter into the circumstances that lead people to their beliefs, decisions, and actions makes me mistrusting, judgmental and angry.

My junior year of high school, I had to read my first science fiction book, Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card, for my American Studies class. Knowing that “I could never read science fiction,” I resigned myself to just getting it done. But, (surprise!) it became my favorite book of all time. And, ironically, the theme is that when you truly, deeply understand someone, there can no longer be hate. You may not agree, you may never be friends, you may still have different goals that conflict. But when you move beyond the actions to the motivations and can see why and how and who they are, you can extend compassion, love and grace. I had to learn the hard way that one of the best ways to destroy a potential relationship is to enter with the attitude of, “well, I could never…”.

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As is evidenced by the irritatingly enlightening string of events in my life, God has clearly asked me to stop making assumptions, and instead take the time to truly try to understand situations, people and decisions. Sometimes I am asked to walk a mile (or many) in their shoes. I have learned that true compassion does not require dismissing moral absolutes or values, it is choosing to understand the how behind the why, to love anyway, and most often to just shut up and listen. It is a challenging but necessary lifestyle and mindset change for me. God knows the worst about me, not just the bad stuff I do, but the good stuff I do for the most selfish reasons. Yet, he understands me, and loves me the same. He makes the distinction between the action and the heart behind. I owe it to others to do the same.

I am a huge hypocrite. I know there are still lots of parasitic “could nevers” leeching away my compassion. And, darn it, I keep discovering more “could nevers” all the time. I also know that I always have a choice to dig in, shut down and refuse to entertain another perspective. I’m working on choosing to be brave enough to let God reveal my assumptions and address them in truth and love. It’s been a slow and painful process.

So what “could nevers” am I working on now? At the risk of offending nearly everyone I know, four of my more ridiculous “I could nevers” still hover out there in my stubborn, judgmental ether – I could never own a house bigger than our current house, drive a minivan, run for political office or live in North Dakota. I pray that I can figure out how anyone could before I have to find out the hard way. 😉

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Pub Theology: My Soapbox

I’ve decided that the older I get, the more like my father I become. When I was little, any question about faith I had for my dad was answered by the many books he would read, followed up by the books or materials referenced in those books. We would sit together and IMG_1256discuss all aspects of life and faith, never being told to believe something just because he said so. My curious mind was always encouraged and valued. I have always enjoyed the moment when something clicks in my brain and enjoy the process of learning and thinking through complicated concepts. I even have that clicking moment when learning new music. There is a point in the opera learning process when the piece is finally organized in my brain. It is then I know I am only a few short steps away from memorization. It’s a great moment!

I remember my dad always finding ways to create a safe place to learn and question faith for others as well. Since he had done his own research to find his faith, he always wanted to make sure this opportunity was available to others. He has spent over 15 years meeting with a group of people of different backgrounds and beliefs to explore Christianity. He would come with resources and, in kind, read anything the group brought to him to consider as well. I attended many of these meetings when I was in high school, even though the rest of the group was three times my age. I guess you could say the geekiness set on at a very young age and apparently never left.

My book collection and list of podcasts today are evidence of a continued fascination with understanding my faith from all angles. I listen to an amazing podcast called Unbelievable? from England that hosts debates between Christians and non-Christians, sermons by numerous pastors from around the country, NPR’s Intelligence Squared and a great podcast called The Friendly Atheist. My dad’s collection is filled with books by all perspectives. I remember him saying “you can’t just read theIMG_2613 people who agree with you.” I love this about him. He not only instilled in me a love of researching and searching for myself, but also a love of conversing with and listening to people who don’t agree with my conclusions.

I hadn’t realized until recently how much of an impact that had on my worldview today. I completely and utterly believe that the biggest problem in our country today is our inability to LISTEN to people who are different from us. I have a large contingency of Facebook friends from small town South Dakota and another group of big city singers. Every time an election comes around or major event in the news, I see these two groups post and rally around their friends, in complete shock that anyone could disagree with them, which usually leads to a host of comments agreeing with their position. Of course, these two groups are usually on opposite sides of the fence. And every once and a while, a rogue from the other side will comment with a disagreement, often leading to a vicious back and forth of arguments and accusations. I stay out of these arguments and find myself wishing the individuals could converse, in person, about how they came to their conclusions. It’s easy to rant at each other through a computer screen, but much harder (and more valuable), to have those discussions face to face. This, however, means you have to have people of differing opinions in your life and a place and willingness to engage in difficult conversations. While I don’t agree with all of the people in my life, I love and respect people on every side of every issue.

My soapbox platform of productive, lively debates has culminated in the formation of a Pub Theology group. Originally, I wasn’t sure in which direction the group would go. I had previously started a group to discuss writings of C.S. Lewis (Yep.. major geek alert, but you should know that I’m pretty sure Lewis was my soulmate and it is devastating that he is IMG_4120dead), but thought this one might have a broader scope of topics and participants. It has become an amazing, life-giving group. We are a mixture of Christians, Atheists, Secular Humanists, Agnostics, and others, coming together to discuss relevant issues. We have discussed topics from “Why are Millennials leaving the church?” to “Art and Censorship,” “Confronting Radicalism” to “Separation of Church and State.” At a recent brainstorming session, we also decided to delve into more incendiary topics, since the core of the group knows each other well enough and has formed comfortable, respectful friendships through our discussions. We feel ready to discuss hot topics and I can’t wait!

This group has become a micro-example of what I wish our world could do. We don’t have to pretend that we agree, or that everyone can be right, or that any issue is completely black or white. We don’t demonize those who don’t believe what we do and we strive to genuinely understand the other perspective. Granted, I acknowledge that we happen to have an exceptional group of individuals who joined the group because they want to meet people who think differently than they do, but shouldn’t we all have that goal? Isn’t life more interesting when we are able to explore this beautifully diverse world and appreciate the differences? Can’t we respect that people have come to other conclusions than we have, even if we think theirs is wrong? Can’t we acknowledge that if we EVER have changed our mind, or factored in new information to a belief, we were wrong ourselves? And there are probably a whole host of issues we will change our minds on in a good 10 to 20 years, and that’s ok. We spend our life journeying through trial and error, assumptions and proof, theoretical and actual. We should never assume others aren’t on a journey as well.

I feel like we function out of a belief that we can’t respect someone we disagree with, even though we find a plethora of disagreements with every loved one in our life. The difference is that we know and understand them, regardless of that issue or are actively working through it in love. It’s easy to hate, disrespect, and be offended by the beliefs of someone who we don’t know, someone who may only exist, to us, in cyberspace or on the TV screen. But If we make the time and the space to get to know people who disagree with us, we can move away from the obsession with polarizing issues and closer to understanding the human beings around us. The more of us willing to risk having uncomfortable conversations and open minds, the more progress can be made and our world can move closer to functioning out of love and respect, rather than fear.

Ok.. I’ll get off my soapbox now. Thanks for reading. 🙂

Fabulous Friday: Gluten-Free Playdoh

This post is a throwback to my old blog. Feels good to be creating again!  

For those of you who don’t know, after several different diagnoses and a surprisingly wide range of symptoms, including all the digestive issues we’ve had, three of the 5 of us have been forbidden to eat gluten by our physicians. 

Now although Playdoh is not a food, it is made out of wheat flour. And we learned the hard way that 3-year-olds like to lick their fingers while playing with Playdoh, which is enough to…well, let’s just say that it was unpleasant. So Playdoh, one of the sheer joys of childhood, had been off limits for the past 4 months. 

  

Until now. 

This Playdoh is awesome – it is pure white when you make it, so it turns the vibrant colors you see here. It has a fantastic texture and is so easy to make. It travels fantastically and made for a great distraction on our recent 8 hour car ride to visit cousins

Gluten-Free Play Dough Recipe – taken from Celiac Family

Ingredients:

1 Cup White Rice Flour

1/2 Cup Cornstarch

1/2 Cup Salt

1 Tbsp Cream of Tartar

1-1/2 tsp vegetable oil

1 Cup Water, hot but not boiling

Food Coloring, as desired

  

Directions:

1. Mix all dry ingredients together in a medium pot.

2. Add the vegetable oil & water, and mix thoroughly.

3. Heat the pot on the stove over low heat for about 3 minutes. Stir frequently with a heavy spoon.

4. When the dough starts to stick together,  change consistency, and pull away from the sides of the pot, turn out the dough onto something you can stain (we used cookie sheets). Let it cool briefly until you can knead it with your hands.

5. Knead well, adding more cornstarch as needed, until you have a nice, uniform consistency. Add food coloring and knead into the dough until you get the color you desire. Gel colorings work great. 

NOTE: Add more water or cornstarch after cooking to adjust consistency, especially after adding food coloring. Be careful not to over cook (no more than 5 minutes) – it will get crusty and hard. I accidentally added a bit too much water in mine and had to cook a little longer to make the right consistency. If you double the recipe make sure you use a pot with large surface area on the bottom – I didn’t and it got hard to stir. 

 

And, for those of you in need of a chuckle (especially if you have to be GF, too), check out this hilarious video on How to become Gluten Intolerant

 

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