I wrote this as an e-mail to a friend/mentor today, and decided to post it.
Hi [Name],
I am so glad you called me the other day, and I wanted to express my interest in having an opportunity to meet with you. I know this is a loaded e-mail, but I'll try to sum it up at the end.
I appreciate you. You are safe to me. You have been faithful to me and you have let me be honest and chosen not to abandon me. You are one of few people who I have really shared with about what I have been going through, and your willingness to pursue me rather than write me off as "fallen away" speaks volumes to me. I so appreciate you.
As you know, I have been out of the church for some time now. When I came to [this church], I still had a pretty raw, untamed, independent faith. I liked to make up my own mind about things of faith, not just accept a political or spiritual or moral position just because my Pastor said so. However, I was struggling with my self-esteem. Due to past hurts, past spiritual abuse, I did not feel OK as who I was. I desperately wanted to serve in the church, to "be somebody". I wanted to matter.
I soon found that my undomesticated faith wasn’t going to fit at [our church]. I worked hard to conform, to be accepted. I took all the right classes, served in all the right ways. I attended the right frequency, worshipped the right way, and prayed the right way. And I began to matter. People began to compliment my "wisdom" and my "intercession", and my "leadership". Of course they did! I lifted my hands when I was supposed to; even if wasn't really "into" it. I prayed in tongues when appropriate; even when not "moved" to. What's worse, the good leader that I was…I encouraged others to do the same. I would have done anything to keep from having to be the authentic believer God created me to be. If I suddenly became authentic, people would see the difference and realize what a fraud I had been. I had boxed myself in.
Most of the way my faith played out was not what I envisioned it to be; it was what I thought I was supposed to do/be. However, as hard as I tried, I never felt that I measured up to what I wanted to be, what people expected me to be or told me I was. I could not live up to the impostor I had created, but still I strove on. Against my better judgment, I began to let myself gain esteem from these acts of service.
I managed to keep it up for several years, but last year the Lord started talking to me about "rest". He said, "stop striving". What the heck did that mean? I tried to "rest", all the while plotting new and more exciting ways I can serve the Lord and impress people. (Hey, that would make a great book title, "How to Serve the Lord and Impress People"). I worked harder, did more, faked it more, but eventually the rubber met the road, and I gave out completely. The Lord had me give up every area of ministry I was serving in. I believed I was being disciplined for either being a fraud or a failure. In my confusion, I could not bring myself to attend church anymore. I was ashamed.
"Why, Lord, do I work so hard to grow and change, why do I never gain any ground?" I would shout. "Why are You not helping me to feel better about myself? If anything, I feel worse. Before I began serving, I was blissfully ignorant of all the ways in which I did not measure up! Now I am hopeless! I have sold out the unrefined faith you so graciously gave me, all in the name of acceptance!"
At that point the Lord smacked me, in a sense, doing something unprecedentd to catch my attention.
...More tomorrow.