Before I begin – or by way of beginning , I’ve stolen the phrase, “Reality is like a fine wine” from Donald Miller’s Searching For God Knows What, which I happened to start (pretty timely) this evening. I think the phrase is both satisfying, beautiful and pretty relevant to what I want to say.

This week a friend asked me quite out of the blue, “What is maturity and how do people become mature?” (In the context I think of Christianity) It’s a far larger question than I gave proper concern to at the time and I was pretty flabbergasted about how I should go about answering her effectively.

In my slight late night stupor I made mention of living life directed beyond yourself and other such (lame) things. Perhaps this was touching the surface, but I by no means did the question justice.

So this morning when we had a ‘four-corners’ morning at church and one session was on, “Maturity and growth” I did a bit of a mind dance (the only kind of dance I ever do) and deserted the idea of joining the youth.

It was a fairly big dissapointment in terms of what I was after. You really shouldn’t always enter with tight specifications/expectations or you are far too eaisly let down. Whatever the case, I didn’t really hear anything very well due to her style and her approach which really just wasn’t me. I spent the majority of the time getting frustrated at myself for being frustrated, checking alternate passages in the Bible, contemplating something a guy said during prophesy time this morning that went totally against something she said and the other bit of the time just a little bit furious over some ‘American’ comment or other.

Luckily for you, this is now a very large part of why you are reading a post on maturity. So my ‘tight specifications’ here are to make some kind of small headway in to looking at what it is. That saying, this will most likely (at the best) only suceed to throw up the question in your own face. I can hope that I can have further conversations with you about this.

I think the curious thing about looking at maturity for me personally is that so many of the underlying things about maturity and growth like change and patience have all been rather big issues for me. Pain in the butt type things and I think it’s probably a pretty common road we all find at some stage.

“My verse” for last year, the one that just ‘happened’ was, “Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith” – Heb 12:2 (the first part)

Which I possibly misconstrue it in my mind at several stages, but hung on to it pretty tightly and I hope sought to do what it said. It was a year for a lot of growth.

I also, (and am not too ashamed to admit it… I think) read a lot of non-fiction, some of which could be described as ‘self-help’. It’s no secret that it facinates me and I do hope that I keep things in perspective. I definitely like the idea of, ‘growing me’ and it’s really easy to get off the right track and think I can manage by myself and work things out and set things up.

So my background for growth and maturity hasn’t been that passive at all, although breaking things down into a tangible process and working out ‘what’s happened’ is tricky.

To cut back to the wine quote, let me give you the fuller version (which is laughably not much fuller).

“Reality is like a fine wine… it will not appeal to children.”

Why equate maturity with reality? I hope I’m not doing that, but reality is what happens to us. We aren’t technically children any more (unless there are any odd exceptions reading this blog) although we certainly act like children and approach life in childish ways far too often.

One of the primary childish ways I fall for over and over again is the issue of control. I’d like very much to have a step by step process to form maturity in me. Then I know what’s going on. I can determine how fast that happens. I can get a grasp on God and on myself and on my life and where it’s going.

The more I look at maturity (just by what I’ve come across today even) is that so much of it isn’t our business at all.

The incongruency I came across today in the prophesy/’sermon’ was do with how, “Circumstances don’t mould us, God does”. Which at a quick look sits fine, but maybe doesn’t take into account that circumstances have a huge impact on who we are and what we become. Then of course you can use the plee that, ‘God directs all the circumstances in our lives’.

It’s interesting really how the dictionary definition for mature gives the following:

  • Having reached full natural growth or development
  • Having reached a desired or final condition
  • Worked out fully by the mind
  • No longer subject to great expansion or development

…and other such similar things.

If an ‘end point’ is the subject of becoming mature, there’s got to be a LOT more God in it than us.

I was going to chuck a lump of verses your way, contextualise them etc… but it’s not happening. So a few of those I’ve been thinking about through this,
James 1:2-5
Philipians 2
Romans 5:1-5
and more…

Maturity is hard to gauge, impossible to plot out except sometimes in retrospect where you can see what you were and who you’ve become.

I like learning, I like growing. The further I get along the supposed life continum the more blurry any clear learning gets. I’m really quite unsure of a lot of the God stuff at the moment, how it all plays out. I’m just sure God’s trying to blow a few preconceptions out of the water,

“The truth is there are a million steps, and we don’t even know what the steps are, and worse, at any given moment we may not be willing or even able to take them; and still worse, they are different for you and me and they are always changing. I have come to believe the sooner we find this truth beautiful, the sooner we will fall in love with the God who keeps shaking things up, keeps changing the path, keeps rocking the boat to test our faith in Him, teaching us not to rely on easy answer, bullet points, magic mantras, or genies in lamps, but rather on His guidance, His existence, His mercy and His love.” – (Searching for God Knows What)

We can think we know who God is, and we can even think we know who we are and then hit the point of realising we don’t know very much at all.

Maturity I don’t think is something we can force. We can try all we like to extend our character. We’ll have those life situations that make us grow up quickly, but ultimately it isn’t something we can do by ourselves or on our own. I’m still starting to think now that perhaps we should really just let God deal with the whole lot and instead just look at who he is… not of course as an excuse for a passive existence. Hopefully maturity is us pushing ourselves (perhaps with a bit of intention) to live holy lives. Impossible without God. Steering clear from childish behavior but still approaching the throne of grace with the childlike acknowledgement of Father.

How to be mature? I think that one is for you to figure out and to ask God about if you dare to have made clear those areas that are childish.

Far from my rather arrogant position this morning of not really ‘geling’ with the whole Growth/Maturity sermon, I think perhaps I was looking for a far more formulated process.

Maturity is a huge amount about, who God is, obedience, surrender and sacrifice. (Her points)

How maturity plays out and will play out in your own life of course is something I can’t tell you. I can hardly touch the corners of it in my own reality.

It’s a good thing that God’s doing the ‘good work in me‘.

…and really, was the gut of this post maturity or something else altogether?

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Every single time!

Any time I have anywhere I have to dress up for even just slightly, I get accosted.

Emily and Hannah’s eyes light up and I start hearing, “It’ll look natural… just a little bit… if I do this you can have…” and Mum starts using horrid phrases like ‘dolled up’ (no joke. it’s cringe worthy 3,000,000 times and she knows I despise it).

Anyway so tonight it’s a 21st. Nothing that fancy. Emily insisted interferring as the Haigs is out at her own party. I had my way by refusing to wear what she tried to make me and am wearing exactly what I intended to. She got turned down for foundation, mascara etc… but managed a little bit of I don’t know what.

Such bother! I mean really, if makeup is going to ‘look natural’ and ‘hardly be seen’ and it’s night-time anyway and the lights I doubt will be up to sun-type standards, then what’s really much of the point? Look a little bit. Whatever, I can deal with it, it can look nice but why is it ever that important!

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Good bloggers don’t keep track of how many people visit, but I’ve been watching one of my stat counters (the newer one) and it’s just tipped 3,000. Three cheers for All Said and Done. Which is fairly impressive and mabye probably a lot inaccurate. But it’s a big number, and I like big numbers…sometimes.

This time last year I posted the angry version of Shout to the Lord.

Which gives me a really good excuse to link through to Christina’s post on prayer because I like it lots and I’ve been meaning to mention it ever since it got caught in my bloglines.

The evil assignment is pretty much done. Except three diagrams. My budget section… well, I could’ve possibly done that better. It’s a royal pain being a perfectionist sometimes, you work so hard on the other bits (Even if you do leave them until the last day) to just get the wording right and if you can’t do that all the way through, you feel like you’ve let the rest of what you’ve done down. Budget bits are numbers I probably grossly underestimated, I have no idea how much things should cost…. :\ didn’t I just say I liked big number. What a prime example of just how it doesn’t work! Blah.

…and so what if the picutre shows some random cartoon man counting music, it looks like numbers!

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I came across this article this afternoon: What (Not All ) Women Want. About the ‘finicky femininity of Captivating’ by John and Stasi Eldredge. I was quite delighted with it to be honest. Sure there were bits of the book that were extremely helpful to me at the time I read it, much of it rang true but when I look back now – there was/is something a little bit missing.

I’m not exactly a very stereotypical female. If you know me, if you’ve read this blog for any decent time or read OOCQ where the ‘bagging out’ (I think it’s friendly) of my ‘half male’ brain, you might be able to put a finger or five on that.

Sentimentality doesn’t do a lot for me. I’m much more thrilled to have a brain engaging conversation than be told mass of ‘sweet nothings’ or compliments – however “nice. Again that’s generalising a lot. I am by no means the only female of the kind around -thank goodness. I like being complicated and I like who I am.

I probably don’t define submission quite the way it’s traditionally thought of. I probably don’t think I need to ever lose reason to love someone. I don’t like the infatuation concept. I like books over jewelery. I understand the clothes are usually very intentional in conveying a message or meeting a ‘warmth’/’fit-in/fashion’ need than just the ‘girly thing to obsess over’. I don’t really giggle or shriek, in fact I probably more often snort and roll my eyes. I don’t have any idea where this blog is going but I know I want to say something (maybe because I’m having fun). I don’t always know what to say but then I don’t always sit quiet to get it just right – for it to be sweet and perfect and nice. I’d rather be bluntly truthful than softly recommending. I’d rather sleep the extra 10 minutes than spend it on my hair. I’d rather watch a movie that makes me think than one that tells me the same old ‘boy meets girl, boy gets girl, all ends happily’ deal. I don’t as a general rule bother with make-up, oh look, I don’t think I even really own any. I don’t think cooking and cleaning and keeping a place looking nice is a very large part of my purpose. I don’t think I could manage if I ever hit a point where I wasn’t allowed or couldn’t learn.

I don’t know if the soft feminine side is an outdated concept that we still plug away at just because? Shards definitely remain in the minds of plenty of people although it’s probably not half as relevant an argument as it was years ago.

I don’t particularly like being called ‘unfemale’ – becuase I can assure you I very much am. I like being female! I’m probably a little fed up with the half-male brain comments, however funny. So you narrow-minded (in the nicest way possible) boys who keep pulling them out: *cough John/Paul/Jas/Tony…* . If you could do me a favor and define femininity for me in short essay form (or post size, I don’t think you could get it down to one sentence) post it as a comment or send it too me in an email – this being femininity and not just ‘Bec style’. I would be grateful.

I’m not cranky, I’m just interested.

What is femininity really?

And a slight shift…

Boys will be… wait, where’d they all go? references an article on men in church. Although that I think that the point does need to be put across, that perhaps the ‘everyone fall in love with Jesus/Jesus is your boyfriend’ business is definitely offputting to males, it’d be nice to acknowledge that it isn’t the worlds most thrilling idea to a lot of females.

It is true that females are supposedly wired ‘more relationally’ and I am not trying to equate the genders but we are all relational beings. I can’t help but wondering if church is how it is, then maybe it’s almost more a byproduct of a culture that really wants experience and is lacking significantly relationally – having appropriate relationships. We then over-concentrate this good (best) relationship that’s on offer and shroud it and drown it in sentimental ‘femininity’ to try keep our hold on it. The predominant view of relationships on offer through television, music and movies (which sadly seem to be the primary forms of communication around) is just that – I see you, I like what I see, I am infatuated, I will do anything for you… and more blahish crap. Frankly I think we just misunderstand and misconvey a lot of what Jesus is on about.

“Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.” – Deut 6:5

Is that really all that soft?

When I look at God’s love for his people in the Bible, I don’t see a cushy sentimental love. I see a hard love, a true love, a good love.

Male or female. As part of the church, as an insider I think I can make the observation that perhaps we’ve really gotten a lot of how we do things simply wrong.

Does anyone really relate to the short lived emotional highs that might come with the appeal that intends to ‘tug the heart’ to gain a response. We experience it as an experience only.

Something else,

“Murrow suggests that men value being/feeling competent (we don’t stop and ask for directions cos we want to be competent navigators) and we don’t feel that competent in a church environment which values qualities of expressing feelings, understanding emotions and singing songs.” (10 male fears about church)

If men so like to drive the compass/steer the ship, why did it slant toward the ‘very female’ angled way we do church in the first place? Is it just the physical extrapolation of misunderstanding around what is love and loving God and church structure and non-structure? I’m also curious, the advocation for ‘song’, for music is definitely not just a female thing. Music isn’t at all gender specific, you hardly need to look very far at all to see that.

Finally,

“I’m a man and I really value church but I find myself agreeing that I am not very engaged by it. The most engaging thing about church this morning for me was arranging to go out on friday to drink Guinness and talk theology with another man.” (10 male fears about church)

well,

I am a woman and I really value church, but I find myself agreeing that I am often not very engaged by it. The most engaging thing about church for me is to know I have Wednesday night to drink coffee and talk theology and life with those around me.

So, what about that emotional/relational pit that we’re inaccurately trying to fill at church? Because it is there. It’s glaring from every corner and written all over the faces of those that show up where there are others, even if they ‘don’t particularly like how things are done’. That’s something extends well beyond just church on Sunday.

No one wants the temporary. The love lust that’s so transient it makes a memory that we are ready to replace as soon as the next option comes along. We want the real deal. The thing that shows us up, that meets us face to face regardless of whether we are male or female.

That’s Jesus right?

So what should church look like?

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Bit hesitant to call this ‘the love post’ becuase by now 93.5% of you will have jumped to the wrong conclusion – having just posted a photo of Geoff and having spent rather a lot of time with him this weekend.

Sorry to pop your bubble, but this isn’t going to be full of sentimental jargon – which is something that so rarely comes from my mouth it probably wont be any real surprise.

This is a little about what God’s been shoving in my face. Some of it does involve Geoff but only in the fact that, as Sharon Payze (old teacher) said to me on the phone the other day, “Having someone new around really does make you understand a heap of stuff about yourself and about God” (NB: she was talking about her new baby, and it was just because she was after Laura that I talked to her in the first place, but I’m glad it happened).

So. My thoughts were all pretty screwed up last night in regards to God and his love and other people’s love and I guess just feeling pretty, ‘so not worth it’ and my head pretty startlingly clear about how I guess I find it quite hard to recieve love sometimes or even return it appropriately. Which leads to a whole ‘guilt’ thing about it not being fair to the person/God on the other end of the deal.

Yes. It makes a lot of sense. Love. Yes. I have thought about it. Yes. I know exactly that we can’t ever earn or don’t deserve God’s love. BUT it’s something that can wreak havok with my head at times. I can know know know with the grey matter but be really clueless about what’s genuninely going on.

I went to bed feeling decidedly shocking even after such a brilliant day. I contemplated at various points skipping church in the morning and just going off on my own somewhere. I didn’t in the end – mostly because I had to get Em and Han down there.

A huge thank you to Di for her sermon this morning. It hit the mark like nothing else.

She preached on the grapevine passage in John 15. To be honest I can’t exactly pinpoint what it specifically was, but that coupled with some of the prophesies this morning, sank in pretty deep.

There was also her curious story about being in the line at the shops and the guy infront not being able to use his card properly and how she responded – I had an almost replica exprience this week when I was buying petrol. I took the soft option and regret that I did almost immediately. It certainly made me pay attention to what she was saying.

It was as if I needed last night’s shaking up to make things tangible. A lot of it was/is about relationships between other people and myself and I am by far the better for having that argument or point where I just got overwhelmingly frustrated about where things were really at.

I find it exceptionally hard to make concrete a lot of what goes on in my head. It’s been a far messier, ‘reach that point’ and I guess a different way of hearing something pretty distinct about myself from God. Not a heap of, ‘hold it in my hands’ words or thoughts. Something that’s peaked and climaxed and crept up on me without me really noticing it. Something that’s been highlighted through circumstance and experience.

I’m not sure if I like doing things this way. It hurts more becuase it’s a lot more confrontational, but then I’m not sure if it’s something you could really get a grasp on if it all came through my head – because it has before and obviously never quite got there.

Still travelling. Still in that funny old canoe (see previous post). No paddle whatsoever, just drifting along with the current and hitting a few rapids.

Ha! Okay, maybe I should leave off the corny metaphors.

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