I see people aspiring for the American dream all around me. Just the other day I heard, "when my husband gets that job, we'll get the bigger house." It's all about augmenting one's income, status, and possessions. This desire to increase reminds me of a game we used to play in church youth group, "bigger and better." We would start out with something seemingly worthless such as a toothpick, and visit people's homes in hopes to gain something a little bit larger or more valuable. On one occasion, we obtained a couch after starting out with a matchstick.
Lately, I have been wondering if it is ingrained in us to increase, to become better, to strive and find meaning in size. For, the big house, fancy car, expensive clothes, and letters behind our name surely must mean that we have become powerful, worthy of respect, and have achieved greatness. But what if life is about getting smaller and "worse" in the eyes of the world?
When
I read Scripture I encounter paradoxical statements that seem to support this
notion of becoming smaller, "…whoever wants to be great among you must be
your servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave—just as the Son
of Man did not come to be served, but to serve and give his life as a ransom
for many." (Jesus in Matthew 20:26-28) In another passage, the
disciple John states in reference to Christ, "He must become greater, I
must become less (John 3:30), and on another occasion Jesus states, "But
many who are first will be last, and the last first." (Mark 10:31). These
passages seem to say that true greatness is not found in increasing, but in
decreasing and in turn allowing Christ to increase in us.
A
year ago, my dear friend sold everything she had and started making plans to
live in much "less desirable" conditions. She is now learning how to
live in another culture, doing laundry by hand, and living in a smaller house.
She's a nurse and could have a very comfortable life in America, but she has
chosen to decrease. I just saw a picture of her the other day, and her face
seems to glow with a secret delight. Perhaps she has discovered a key to life.
One day my husband and I desire to leave this land as well. I have often
imagined that life will get worse, and have heard people say that my son will
never get a proper education, and that we are going "backwards", but
what if getting worse is actually better?
Do
we need to leave this land to decrease? I should think not. Perhaps decreasing is an attitude, a prayer,
a plea in desperation: "Lord, help me to decrease, so that you can increase
in me, for somehow there is true life and joy in this paradox."
What are some ways we can "decrease" while living in the midst of our culture?
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