"God created the world. If you do not know the purpose of the world...you will abuse it. God created marriage. If you do not know the purpose of marriage....you will abuse it. God gives us our families. If you don't know the purpose of family...you will abuse it. God gives us architecture and science and literature and art...and if we do not know the purpose of those things....we will abuse them. And the purpose of those things is to magnify the wisdom of God...to magnify the mercy of God...to magnify the redemptive acts of God. If you do not know that...you will abuse the thing and all of the sudden man becomes the center and focal point of all your architecture...all your art...all your music...all your science."
Dr. Voddie Baucham
I recently watched a documentary on the Rockefellers and learned so much that I didn't know. Being a capitalist....he had Diego Rivera's commissioned mural...A Man at the Crossroads Looking with Hope and High Vision to the Choosing of a New and Better Future.... destroyed when Rivera refused to remove an image of Lenin. I love that!
Religion was a guiding force throughout his life, and Rockefeller believed it to be the source of his success. As he said, "God gave me money", and he did not apologize for it. He felt at ease and righteous following John Wesley’s dictum, "gain all you can, save all you can, and give all you can."
As far as my writing goes....writing as a vocation....The Lord has quieted me over time. Recently...He has brought me to a complete standstill.
I have a huge box of things I've written...various project in various stages of development. Pages and pages (1000's of them) of plot lines and characters and dialogue.
Some of it's decent.
My flesh wants to hold on to them. They are some sort of testament to hard work & dedication and experience and education and "talent."
But all of it...is PAST stuff. Stuff written prior to my redemption. Hard work & dedication and "talent" in my own strength...for my own glory.
I've been pondering whether or not the Lord wants me to rework one or two of these stories. With new eyes.
It's whats made the most sense. A tweak here. A tweak there. That's all it would take...to get some of this work into shape. To fit them into my new sensibilities.
It would be the easiest thing to do. The quickest way out. The quickest way to achieve my desired results...being back in the swing of things...represented by an agent...shopping my work around Tinsel Town. Simple.
But no....that's proven to be a big waste of time.
It hit me clearly just this very morning...the Lord wants me to actually truly release the past and move forward.
By release...I mean...let go of entirely...as in purge. As in throw away in the trash can. So that it can be carted away to become landfill in a Los Angeles dump somewhere.
Like chains around my neck are the stories of old.
That which is born of the flesh is flesh, and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit. John 3:6
I am trusting that my King will whisper new ones into my heart and that He will provide the motivation and stamina to get whatever He wants to say though me onto a page.
This train of thought has me pondering all about the pagan origins of some of our Christian customs. Can we sanitize them...simply by Christianizing them? Before I go off the deep end...
....I'm just gonna obey what the Lord is showing me today about what He wants me to do with the writings of my yesterday.
The kids and I decided tossing pages into flames would be more fun than tossing them into a garbage can.
In Jemima's words, "Some families play board games. We burn our idols."
And....the Lord...because He is so loving and such a good encourager..... gave me this sermon
posted on facebook ...out of the blue...right at the moment when this was all going down.
"God has made of this place to me... a paradise."