So it is again that time of the year when, at least for all of us in sales-related occupations, all the numbers flip back to zero. Twelve months of brand new, quota-achieving challenges lay ahead, with the invisible twists and turns still yet to be revealed.
In looking back to last year's January post, I see I was aiming for more joy and abandonment. The whole joy thing is elusive for me...I unfortunately have it linked with giddiness and that is neither an accurate nor particularly helpful linkage.
The abandonment part was at least partially achieved. One sign is that in 2009 I actually stopped fretting over balancing the ol' check book to the penny. Yes sir, I had months when I was up to $20 off and I just abandoned the search for the difference, accepted it and adjusted my balance accordingly. For those who roll through life more casually, I'm sure this hardly rates as a "sign" of abandonment to you. Sorry, but for me it represents a significant change for this guy who has pursued even nickel differences for the last 40 years. And there have been other signs of loosening my excessive grip on things...that is good. Santiago can be such a tyrant and so driven in certain areas and seeing him soften a bit is encouraging.
So not just a new year but a new decade! Although we sometimes seem to attribute an inflated importance to the passage of time, it's also not good to let it just slip away by total default. For me, intentionality, which I am not sure is even a legitimate word, feels like something I should be about in the coming year.
One thing I want to be more deliberate about is a certain type of mental/spiritual hygiene. Hygiene is perhaps not the most alluring of concepts. It brings up connotations of excessive hand washing and germaphobia. Nonetheless, it seems something I need to be about. Why? Because to be frank, my 2009 goal of living with more joy and abandonment in my life really has something else fueling it from behind that is even more core, more vital....the strong desire to avoid pain. By pain I am meaning something more effusive than mere physical pain. It's the angsty, is that all there is, disappointed expectations, endless struggle, why does it always fall peanut butter side to the floor, more month than paycheck kind of thing. Someone said that pleasure 'whispers' but pain 'shouts'. It's not so much that I hunger for joy but that I loathe the inner pain. Of course I want more joy and abandonment because they connote a pain-freeness. In my 60's I'm aware of a certain tiredness with some aspects of life. I just want to be done with a number of things and chronic inner pain and turmoil are right up there at the top or the list.
So OK, what's the deal with the hygiene bit? Heh good, I'm glad you asked because I would like to attempt to articulate it as a means of seeing all this more clearly. (Aahh, the blog as a "thrashing room", a place where vague thoughts that only occasionally scamper across the radar are brought in to be wrestled with, shaped and bridled in an attempt to move them out of the shadows and into more known-ness).
I see the source of a good deal of the pain I experience in my journey as emanating from agreeing with things about myself that just aren't true in Christ. Now granted, all of what follows is based on my worldview which includes the core belief that I am a redeemed, restored, new creature in Christ. By virtue of his complete work for me on the cross, his resurrection and his ascension, the old has passed away, the new has come. He has offered me an easy yoke and a light burden. But concurrently with this truth is the fact that my life is also opposed. I have an enemy. It's this enemies' goal to keep me away from the truth and light of the kingdom of God in order to keep me blind to the fact that my cell door is open, I have been ransomed and released and the kingdom of darkness no longer has claim on my life.
But this fallen world, under the dominion of my enemy, has a different way of valuing me. It would have me view myself exclusively through the worldly filters that are placed before my eyes at virtually every step of the sojourn. Their are advertisements everywhere coaxing me to compare myself to the standards they offer. In the work-a-day-world I am aware of incessant promptings to compare myself against the achievements and progress of peers. Well-meaning people in my life sometimes say things that later I notice have morphed into arrows lodged in my gut. In my parenting, in my purchasing, in my planning and in every other 'p' thing there is a standard raised up by the system of this world, the matrix, that presents itself as the most 'logical', 'intuitive' (albeit twisted) choice every time.
I was born into this matrix. I am in it but not of it. Yet still, I must swim in it's pool every day as I conduct the various aspects of my life. It is impossible to do this without getting wet, even soaked, with the false valuations of modern day Babylon. The rulers and principalities of this world offer up a daily barrage of judgements, accusations and apparent final verdicts which more times than not feel like accurate assessments of my life.
What am I to do? My choice is to either 1.) try and ignore them (seemingly futile for anything more than a couple of hours), 2.) agree with them, or 3.) reject them. I propose that it's the agreements I make, most times unconsciously, that bring about the lion's share of the pain that I so want not to have.
Thus the 'hygiene'. If these agreements are mostly made without me noticing I have done so, then to free myself from their poison requires me to see they have occurred and get busy breaking each and every one of them. Other times, perhaps more and more often as I practice this 'hygiene', I am aware of the mental choice placed before me. I can see the prosecution's case against me, the proposition I am being asked to agree with (ie. "You never get this right", "Every thing you do is half-assed", "Quite fooling yourself, this is beyond you and your anemic capabilities"). The invitation and tidal pull is to just surrender to these verdicts on me and inevitably spiral downwards into the agonizing dejection and depression I seemed to have justifiably earned. Regardless of whether I catch it before or after the fact, each agreement with anything other than kingdom truth must be eradicated, washed away with the anti-deceitful/microbial soap of the Gospel truth. The faster this occurs, the less time walking along under the illusory spell of deceitful half-truths and the pain they inevitably produce.
So, how to keep clean amidst this hellish concoction of half-truths, and false light? Really, the classic disciplines are forever relevant for just such a purpose. Feeding on the Word, spending time in prayer to soak in fellowship with the Author of life, being in the company and fellowship of like-hearted co-travelers. All these are helpful, even crucial. But more recently, the most helpful of all is just keeping my mind and thinking right.
Here's an example: it's Sunday evening and it's common to get the Sunday night dreads...having to go back to work tomorrow and deal with all that is involved with making a living in a 100% commission gig. But it's not merely laziness or love of relaxation that stokes these smoldering fires into life. It's the gnawing dread and anxiety coming from my fear of failure, fear of not being successful, not measuring up, that cry out for my attention.
Boom! It's right there that the discipline needs to be applied. Stopping the process of giving such negative thoughts further time and energy and replacing them with the fact that I am going back to work with Jesus at my side. I am depending on him for my life, not my skill, not my cleverness. I am depending on him to come through for me and my family. It's not all resting on my shoulders. His love for me is not in doubt. His being 'all in' for me is not in question. I douse the flames of fear with the cool water of Kingdom truth. That is the hygiene I have learned is not just 'kind of a good idea'. It's a critical discipline of survival for a guy who finds himself behind enemy lines, opposed and walking through a fallen, rigged world.
Keep washing Santiago, keep washing.
