‘Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall’ Is No Longer a Fairy Tale (thegospelcoalition.org)
Thursday, June 22, 2023
Tuesday, June 20, 2023
"The Gift Of Life" - JR Everhart
I recently heard someone on a podcast talking about our life here on Earth as a gift from God. This really hit a nerve with me because my life here on Earth has be full of abuse, pain, and sorrow. My views about the human experience have always been from the perspective of just trying to survive each day in a manner that pleases God in order to someday live out eternity with Jesus in the paradise of heaven. Many times, I’ve pondered specifically regarding the purpose of all this here on Earth. It’s never made sense to me until I started to look at it through God's eyes.
He created us in his image and out of his great love. From that love flows the breath of life. He gave us a gift when he breathed life into us. As such, the purpose of the human experience is to commune with God, trust him and live in his fullness, but that’s easier said than done.
From the second we drew our first breath, the enemy has been tainting our world as we perceive it In my case, he began positioning the people who would abuse, weaving decades of lies and deception throughout. Dysfunction and chaos is the name of Satan's game. He is the father of lies, and he loves to bring distortion into our individual perspective which consistently tempts us and allures. This experience is so circumspect that it becomes part of our "atmosphere", and thereby just seems copasetic. It’s just another day in the life of the human experience. I’ve often said the biggest culture shock of heaven will be the silencing of the enemy’s lies and no more need for resistance. We can't even begin to conceive what that peaceful experience will truly be like. We are so accustomed to the stench of this world that we will only realize how bad it truly was when we are released from its grip. Most people I know, within my circle of friends, are ready for this purified existence, and therefore welcome the idea of death which will bring freedom from this worlds grip.
All that being said, how am I supposed to see my life as a gift from God in the face of all this horror?
Freedom from this world's stress and anxiety is as easy as just letting go. I in no way have this mindfulness mastered, but I'm beginning to get there. When I stop allowing myself to be so emotionally invested in the cares of this world, and start talking about my failures openly with other godly men, I sense a decompression within my spirit. When I stop allowing the world around me to tell me how I should feel - or react to - I find freedom. I’ve often heard the phrase “let go, and let God…”, but I’ve never really tried to do that (though it did look good on a bumper sticker or a t-shirt). Nonetheless, this concept held no power or influence in how I lived my life.
Overall, the enemy has me so focused on the stressors of this world, or the things that are causing me discomfort that I can’t see God's gift of life. For example, a striking sunset, a child laughing, the joys of helping someone in need, or the playfulness of our inner child.
When’s the last time you just treated yourself to a day of hanging out with friends and laughing? Or took a drive into the mountains and just enjoyed the smell of God's untainted creation? A friend of mine used to say that “God gave us celebration and good times with friends to offset the horror of this world and the battles against the enemy…” (I like that).
About three years ago, I was serving with an older (72 years old) Christian brother in a Celebrate Recovery program. This brother had spent his life as a counselor and had a master's degree therein. He and I had some different views on the Bible, but I respected the brother greatly. He offered me plentiful amounts of wise counsel, and as such, I’ve always felt called to counseling within my own life. Hence, I viewed our paths crossing as timely, and I tried to learn from him what I could. Something he would always ask me is “what are you doing for recreation?” At first, I had no answer. I’m a workaholic and never gave the notion of dedication recreation-time any thought. Please know that this was at a time in my life wherein I was struggling with horrible anxiety and panic attacks.
Three things pulled me out of that mess. One - a change in my diet. Two - finally talking about some family secrets I had never shared before. Three - making recreation a priority in my life.
One year later, I was off all the anxiety meds and living at a different level of satisfaction. All of this was happening in the middle of my third marriage falling apart. Looking back, I still can’t believe I survived that season with such strength and victory! No doubt, it sucked! And, three years later, I still miss my ex-wife. But, the anxiety and panic attacks never came back.
Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7 | NLT
Not caring about the junk of this world results in peace! And that peace will guard our hearts and minds! This is the gift of life I was missing for all those years. This is how God wants us to live. This is what Jesus died to give us. Freedom to serve and enjoy the fruits of God's blessings, even in times of suffering. There will always be things to be thankful for. I regularly count my blessings and thank God for the life he’s blessed me with.
Saturday, June 17, 2023
Friday, June 16, 2023
Wednesday, June 14, 2023
"Middle-Aged Dating" - JR Everhart
Someone recently asked me why I was still single.
My answer was as follows:
At this point in my life, I have zero-time, desire, or emotional dexterity to chase women. Specifically, emotionally unavailable women who expect a guy to do all the work relationally. As such, the second I sense drama or anything that doesn’t flow with my vibe, I’m out! That being said, I’m approached by and flirted with regularly! Sometimes the people around me are like “Dude, here’s your chance…”, but if I’m not feeling it, or think they want to be with me for any other reason besides just taking time to get to know who I am on the inside then I’m out! I just can’t… I can’t treat myself like a soulless robot only driven by my carnal desires. Yes, I’m a man 100% ,and enjoy physical intimacy as much as the next guy. Touch is my love language! BUT, at 50 years old, there are so many other things I’m more interested in.
To take that a step further, the online dating scene is framed in such a superficial manner. It’s impossible for a decent guy to rise to the top of a woman’s inbox namely because of all the dogs barking at them. Most ladies the attention. Again, I’m out! And, do know that relating face-to-face is tough for a guy. Try starting a conversation in today's world without coming off like a creepy stranger who only wants to get you into his rape van and have his way with you. 🤦🏻
It's all a result of this over-sexed society we live in. God knows I’ve had my own personal battles with it. From there, I've grown and tried to break free of the stereotypes. But it’s difficult to find a woman that's taken these struggles into account, recognizing a man's effort to live above the cesspoolness of this world.
Just the thought of having to share my story with a woman is frightening! But it is my story, and the foundation of who I am today. I refuse to hide it and act like it didn’t impact me because it is the broken road that’s lead me to become the whole person I am today.
And that’s another thing… I don’t need a woman to complete me. I’m whole on my own. I’ve done the work to heal and grow. My puzzle is complete; there are no missing pieces. But it would be nice to find someone who is compatible with my wiring and would be brave enough to travel this road of life with me. Someone that would know me at my worst and still choose to love me, and vice versa. The strongest marriages I’ve ever seen were ones that survived massive amounts of hell yet still chose to respect each other, choosing to love in spite of the failures and mistakes. It wasn’t about money or security, it was about real choice-driven love.
People get so addicted to the passion and romance of being in love that they forget that long-term love is a choice. We choose to love a person even when they fail us big time, or when Father Time starts eroding our bodies. They choose to never give up even when all their friends and family are telling them to leave. Even when the voices in their own heads say to leave. Love is so much bigger than just a feeling. It is a choice… finding that depth of genuine connection and commitment is near to impossible in today's feel-good society. A society that's paralyzed and blinded by comfort.
It’s always about what the other person can do for them, or layers of hidden agendas. Gold diggers, and baby mamas run rampant out there, and those scorned are so often scarred to the point that they’ve forgotten how to fall in love or even receive love in a healthy way. Today’s world wants love without risk, and that’s impossible. There is always risk involved with choosing to love someone. Just ask anyone in 30-to-40 year marriage. They will tell you story after story of how their spouse let them down or hurt them. But it was that struggle that brought truth and growth to the table. That’s what attracts me, demanding my attention: Honesty inside of brokenness!
Yes, I do need to feel a physical attraction towards someone, but at 50, I’m most interested in who’s on the inside, allowing myself to connect with someone that can receive love and reciprocate such things. It’s a needle in the haystack situation that I mostly don’t have time for or the energy to fight through the sewage of society to find that person. And if I hear another “it’ll happen when you least expect it…” comment, I’m going to vomit my mustache off. I appreciate the concern from those who makes those remarks, but if you think I say these things to feign sympathy for myself, you're missing the whole point. I am fine… broken for sure, but healthy as a man can be - all things considered. It would be easier if I didn’t feel everything so deeply, but that’s just how God put me together. I’ve come to learn that most people can’t digest this depth of emotional expression without believing it’s a cry for help. I can assure you it is not! This is just one man being honest with himself and taking the world around him as it is, not as I would have it to be. Some will understand, most will miss the point entirely. It’s okay either way.
Monday, June 12, 2023
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