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About Rebasrich

Here I attempt to share the conversations that I have with myself.

Identity. Otherwise Untitled.

like the ocean with the tide
depth. where once you could stand. now submerged.

like the weather with the seasons
feeling. where once your skin was exposed now you are bundled up in layers.

the passing of time

the onslaught of stimulus

exposure to the elements

change. progression. digression. maturation. retardation.

growth one way. or the other.

to shed once and FOR ALL the dead skin and become the new creation

that I AM.

not perspective. truth.
not what I see. but what IS.

not subjective. objective.
not through my eyes. but through yours.

not me. You.

one only through. the Other

movement. always movement.
in this moment.
may the ocean submerge me. may the layers of warmth surround me

in that moment.
the ocean rolls back and uncovers what was hidden. the visible layers of warmth are replaced by the invisible rays from the sun

always growing because of that perfect something that never changes.

Identity. Jesus.

I Will Never Out-Christian You

Well crafted (sometimes expensive) shoes outlast cheap $5 on-sale shoes.
High-wattage light bulbs out-shine low-wattage light bulbs.
Most children can out-play most adults.
Most Kenyans can out-run most everyone else on the planet.
The roadrunner will always outsmart Wil E Coyote.
This is my confession: I am competitive.

I will try to out-smart a smart person, or out-run another runner, or even out-adventure a fellow adventurer…

It gets worse.

It’s a tricky business. Because some people are really smart. Really great runners. Really adventurous. So I choose my competitors “wisely”.  Usually a personal one-on-one relationship is required, but also the odds must NOT be stacked in your favor. I mean, I will not attempt to out smart Paul Allen, or out adventure the Birdmen, or out-craft Martha Stewart.

Sometimes I look around me, find someone who does something that I admire and want to try to do… And I try to out-do them. It is a form of comparison.

It makes me feel good about myself.  To impress the crafty person with my own craftiness. To impress the musician with my musicianship. To impress the hipster with my hipness.

Yuck, right?

It gets worse still.

In my competitiveness, my attention recently has turned towards my Jesus-loving, Christian friends.

This verse has been floating around my head; Paul, writing to Timothy about the qualifications for Deacons says “They must hold the mystery of the faith with a clear conscience. And let them also be tested first; then let them serve as deacons if they prove themselves blameless.”

How else to prove yourself than to stand out in what you do? How else to stand out than to catch someone’s eye? How else to catch someone’s eye than to do something well that they already do well?!

In order to impress my Christian friends, to stand out, to prove myself, I look at what they do (well) and I try to imitate and out-do them!

Woah.  What a major mix-up. Not to mention highly illogical.

Trying to out-christian a fabulously Christian, Christian is a bogus competition, not because it is impossible (like out-smarting Einstein), but because it is NOT a competition.

I. will. never. out-christian. you.

Being a Christian – Loving like Jesus… is not a competition.

Being a Christian is about being forgiven. Knowing you need forgiveness. Accepting that you are incapable of DOING anything to achieve forgiveness. And that you can only open your hands, your head, your heart to the mercy of God’s forgiveness through Jesus.

The same Jesus who has forgiven me, continues to forgive me, and will forgive me tomorrow when I forget what I am saying right now – that same Jesus forgives you too.

So we are united in this, not competing.

So this is My personal noncompete clause with my Christian friends.

And yet,

To speak out loud that which I fear to share.
To make audible the beatings of my heart.
Voice wavering.
Emotion welling up.
My hands will shake. Composure lost.
Heart exposed.
Real feeling expressed.
Love revealed.
My relationship with you.
I can’t keep it surface.
It dives deep.
But my mouth remains sealed.
My heart remains my own.
I don’t share it. If I can help it.
I am so ashamed that my fear has won out!
I hate fear!
I don’t like what I can’t do.
It makes me angry!
If I could, pretend it doesn’t exist,
That thing that I fear.

And yet,

I long to praise you from my heart
From that deep. deep place
Where the spirit resides
In my inner being
That place of undeniable truth
Of irreplicable creativity
Of whole body love

My eyes long to see you
To look into yours
For you to look at me
To be seen by you

My hands long to hold yours
To feel your fingers.
To know your warmth

My body longs to be near yours
To sit by your side
To lean my head on your shoulder

And yet.

John 4

I don’t really understand what you are saying
You silently speak truths in the guise of words
Living water
I willingly. eagerly. engage you in this conversation

Something of the truth beginning to make sense
to me
Set free
My life is. And will. Be.

Moving

On the move.
Oh Lord. God. I do.
I offer this. up. to you.
I don’t know what is true.
The spirit in me desiring good
The flesh unable to carry it out

Wanting to serve you with all that I am
Needing to discover through you what I can

And what I can’t

What have you made me to be
Will I ever see
This creature of beauty
I want to believe resides
In my inner being
Not of me
But of you
To love
To thrive
Be alive
Work
play
Don’t throw it all away
Wasting in a wasteland

Plant it and let it grow
Graft it in to the vine
Be fruitful
Move on.