I was given the opportunity to read Jen Hatmaker’s revised and expanded edition of her book, Interrupted: When Jesus Wrecks your Comfortable Christianity. Too many times I live in the realm of “comfortable Christianity.” I try to be a good role model and example to our girls by taking them to church every Sunday and even some times during the week. We also pray before dinner and just generally try to be good people. But in the back of my mind I know this is all well and good but simply not enough. I was going through the motions but not diving fully into what it means to be a person of faith.
So then I read Interrupted. It was good. No, it was really good. It spoke to me in a way that no other Christian text has ever done. It gave me lines like:
Believer, your life is too essential to waste on pettiness or word wars, greed or ladder climbing, anger or bitterness, fear or anxiety, regret or disappointment. Life is too short. We must run, not walk, the way of Isaiah 58, embracing authentic faith manifested through mercy and community. Living on mission requires nothing less.
This is what I want. A life that is authentic. A life that lifts others when I come into contact with. A life that never ever makes someone feel less than. This is not to say that I am a mean person. Hardly. Rather I am person right now that is busy. I am busy taking care of children, a dog, a household, aging parents, etc., etc.. In all this busyness I forget to truly live and embrace my faith. I need to reach out more instead of reaching inward for a fulfillment of grace. This book inspired me to do more. I haven’t had a non-fiction book do this for me in a very long time.
I could go on and on about this book. It is that good. But I know that you don’t check out this page for me to become all preachy on you. I will just leave you with this. If you are searching for something that will show you the goodness of being a Christian and a call to action on what it truly means to be a Christian, I urge you to check out Interrupted as well. And well, yeah, lines like this:
Today the 5 yr old “C” was talking about Pockets (our dog). She loves to imagine that Pockets has a mom and a dad and brothers and sisters dogs that she really misses.
C then went on to say that I am Pockets’ mom now and that I can give her milk (from my breasts).
Yeah, so that was my Tuesday.
Perhaps I’m too busy laughing off the ribbing I get from friends and family, but for me age-awareness-induced anxiety has not overcome me on my birthdays. Usually that sort of anxiety is brought on when I find out the year my interns were born… You were born AFTER Kurt Cobain died?! STILL, what…
A fine tribute to a good OLD friend morrowplanet.
I have known good Mr. “Old” Morrow since we were spritely 18 year olds. We bonded initially over being Chicago suburbanites at a Wisconsin liberal arts college (although so was over half of the incoming freshman) but then a true friendship bloomed over watching Three’s Company in the 609 dorm. That freshman year has taken on magical proportions in my mind but somethings are still so vivid it is like they just happened yesterday. (Mike knows exactly what I am talking about here).
I am honored and blessed to call Mike a dear friend. And old. Let’s not forget that he is really really REALLY old.
Love ya, man.