Beginnings are …

September 11, 2012

Beginnings are hard.

Beginnings are especially hard when you did not think that you would be starting over again.

I have been told there are no shortcuts in the world of writing. I have experienced this to be true. I have also been told there are no shortcuts when it comes to living a life of deep faith. Despite my efforts to get to wherever I thought I was suppose to be by now whether in writing or in faith, I have ended up back at the beginning.

I am a writer (who isn’t these days?) but I am the kind of writer who cannot help but write. My soul would wilt, wither and die were it not for words. I am required to write because it is how I process my life. I write mostly about my experiences with and observations of transformational faith.┬áMy goal here is to do the same while remaining solidly authentic in describing the tension as well as the elation that comes with honest, biblical, Spirit-filled introspection.

John 1:11-18 is the passage that drives this project:

“He [Jesus] came to his own people, but they didn’t want him. But whoever did want him, who believed he was who he claimed and would do what he said, He made to be their true selves, their child-of-God selves. These are the God-begotten, not blood-begotten, not flesh-begotten, not sex-begotten.”

I want to discover my child-of-God self because I have never known it. Early on, evil convinced me that my desires are shameful and if I am to be safe in this world I must do so behind fig leaves.

A friend likes to remind me that we are a post-Eden people with pre-Eden desires. I am hoping to throw off my metaphorical fig leaves and return to the garden of my desires. Thus, the name….The Naked Protestant. Over the next several weeks, months and years, I am going to learn how to live naked and unashamed not again but for the first time. Truthfully, nothing scares me more than being naked but when I make an honest observation of life in the Garden, I realize that I was meant to live unashamed.

So, I will try with the help of the Spirit to live with my dangly bits (as my Irish friend likes to say) hanging out.

Being emotionally naked is risky. Learning how to live unashamed will take a renewing of my mind, so bear with me.┬áStreaking through the Garden in Genesis 2 is a lot different than it is in Genesis 3 and this is a Genesis 3 world. But if I can by God’s grace learn to do so, Jesus says that He will make me into my “true self, my child-of-God self….the God-begotten, not blood-begotten, not flesh-begotten, not sex-begotten.”

I want that more than I want to hide. So, with this in mind……