Sunday, September 30, 2012

Being Made Well: Hutchmoot 2012

At Hutchmoot this year, I had one of those rare experiences of being able, for a moment, to see clearly.  It was a gift I wasn’t even looking for (God has a habit of giving those!).  I’ve decided to follow John Barber’s lead in resurrecting the old blog so that I can share it with you.

It started with fear.  I have attended Hutchmoot for three years now.  Last year, in 2011, I had a difficult time.  There were good and beautiful things there, of course, but I struggled with feeling self-conscious and afraid most of the time, worried about being liked and accepted.  I felt unsettled and anxious.  I really wanted it to be the almost euphoric experience that the first year had been, but it wasn’t. 

So this year, a few weeks before Hutchmoot, I started considering how I might approach it differently.  I came up with a decent plan for avoiding the fear and self-consciousness, and actually felt pretty hopeful about it.  But a few days before we actually got in the car to head to Nashville, two things happened that I didn’t expect: Jason Gray wrote his post about the Monster in the Mirror, and I got into a fight with my sister.

It actually wasn’t a fight, but I’m not sure how else to succinctly describe it.  It was just a moment in which I accidentally let her see just a corner of some bitterness I had been feeling toward her.  I’m usually very good at controlling what I say, so I can hold all kinds of irritation and condescension inside without anyone ever knowing.  Kind of like what Jason said in his post about the monster, I can believe that because I’m not expressing any of that, I don’t actually have a problem with it.  But when I accidentally mentioned it to my sister, a crack split open in the wall and spread some light on what I had been keeping in the dark.  I realized that I had been in the habit of criticizing and comparing myself to her, of indulging in making myself feel better because I don’t struggle in precisely the same ways that she does.  I read Jason’s post around the same time and the crack opened even wider.  I realized in a rush that I was practicing this habit all across the board, in almost all of my relationships.  No, I rarely said anything rude or pretentious, but in most of my relationships, I found pleasure and satisfaction in considering the ways in which I was smarter, steadier, nicer, or more humble (yeah.).  I looked into that mirror that Jason pointed me to and saw a monster staring back at me.  Fortunately, it was the kind of monster that only needs a little light to be scared away.  I found that simply seeing myself in this way was enough to begin to start living differently.

So I brought the mirror to Hutchmoot and carried it around with me, trying to stay on the lookout for the monster of my own arrogance.  I quickly realized that this, and not the elimination of an unpleasant feeling like fear, was precisely what I had needed in the first place to fully enjoy, appreciate, and participate in Hutchmoot.  I felt able to engage in new and old relationships with much more authenticity than I had the previous year.  I felt able to listen, and to mean it. 

This was the gift I wasn’t looking for—I had just wanted to not feel afraid and self-conscious.  Instead, God went to work on my arrogance, and it gave me freedom that no amount of courage or confidence could have.

When I feel afraid, or ashamed, or anxious, my prayers tend to be focused on the hope that God might make me feel better.  God, give me comfort.  God, help me to not be afraid.  God, remove my guilt.  Surely God is the God of all comfort.  Surely he puts people and situations in our lives that are balm to stinging wounds, and we should be glad and grateful when relief like that is given.  But it may be even truer to say that God is the God of redemption and renewal, of healing and wholeness.  What I most want may be to just feel better.  But God wants me to be better.  He wants to gather me up, along with all of creation, in his work of making all things new through the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  May he give me the grace to want that, too.


luaphacim said...

Great words. It's good to remember that what we need, even more than feeling better, is an encounter with the God who is making us better. Thanks for your honesty and willingness to share, Laura!

Loren Warnemuende said...

So good, Laura. It's been amazing to me how this theme of the struggle with arrogance has come up so often post-Hutchmoot, because it's exactly how I've felt, too, and God showed it to me pretty clearly while I was there.