Maybe you and I have something in common… I’m a little bit insecure. Truth be told, I’ve been working on publishing this blog for a long time now. Not this particular article, but just the idea of this blog. I begin to write something, then I don’t know how to wrap it up or I wind up not thinking it makes much sense…all in all, if I’m totally honest…what I’m really worried about is whether anyone is gonna like it. And that worries me. In the last few years, I have become much more comfortable with whom I am, yet I find that I still really fight this battle of insecurity and acceptance.
It’s important for me to feel accepted. The problem with all of this is that someone with acceptance issues never believes that anyone really does accept them, and they live in constant fear of rejection from those with whom they have relationships. So they never let anyone see the real “them,” because if they did, they may summarily reject them (at least that’s the fear). I know that this is nothing new. I know that Dr. Phil, Oprah, and countless others have dealt with this subject countless times. So why do I write this? Because we can change. I write this to offer hope, especially to those that wouldn’t dare even admit the truth of this in their own lives…barely able to even admit it to themselves. I write this to tell as many people as I possibly can that we are not the sum of our understandings….we are much more. We are not the result of our past experiences….we are much, much more. We are not simply imperfect people in a fallen, broken world. we are the bearers of the image of the Architect, Artist, and Engineer of this existence. I think that part of the issue with all of our dysfunction and brokenness is not understanding that we are meant for so much more than we can even begin to fathom. Our existence is not intended for temporal pursuits such as wealth, pleasure, and comfort. Those are very much secondary (if that much). The Westminster larger catechism wisely states that the “chief and highest end of man” is to glorify God and to fully enjoy Him forever.” (My emphasis added)… I always remember the “glorify” part, and often will recall the “enjoy Him forever” part…but that word, “fully,” has recently jumped out at me. What does that really entail? I think it means that I choose to trust Him with all areas of my life and worldview, not just those pertaining to salvation. It means that I begin to find my identity in His creation of me and in His invasion of my soul. Yes, I said invasion. To many that may seem like a word with a negative connotation, but all in all, He pursued me, He quickened me, and He made me alive. For His own purposes and by His own choice in love, He invaded me and I am thankful for that. I don’t have to understand it. The answer to the question of whether He chooses us or we choose Him is “yes,” and that’s where I leave it. So when I start worrying about acceptance… I’m accepted. When I start worrying about rejection… I never will be. The more I allow myself to be content with acceptance from my Creator, the less I’m concerned with rejection from individuals in this temporal existence. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t mean that we should be stoic or even uncaring. I just mean that we should be hopeful and unchained. We are unbound by the facts of our past and the circumstances of the present. We have been set free by a God whose love could only be described in our estimation as maniacal or scandalous. Max Lucado said we have a God of “furious love”…I love that…
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe every time you have a bad day or an awkward conversation you begin to worry about how those relationships are gonna look tomorrow. Maybe we can both learn how we are made for so much more than the worries and anxieties that entangle and suffocate us. Maybe we can both learn more and more every day of how we are loved regardless of the real “us.” And the love with which we are loved knows no boundaries and has no limitation. It is unquantifiable. It is absolute. It is undefinable. It is insane. God’s love for us is raw passion in the purest sense. His blood testified to this and His empty tomb tells the greatest part of the story…it ain’t over yet…as a matter of fact…we haven’t begun to understand His love, passion, and acceptance.
If you’re like me then you’re acceptable. And not only that, but you’re desirable. And we are such because that’s what He made us to be.