Chess and Failed Plans

I’ve taught two or three middle schooler’s chess now. Usually their second or third game is their worst game.

After they learn how to play, they eagerly develop a plan or two. Without a lot of experience playing chess, the plan seem solid. Not until the game actually begins do they realize their plan was built on assumptions about what their opponent would do and what they could do. They look for a way to accomplish their plan, and miss what’s happening on the board.

Then I crush ‘em.

Every game is different. You have to craft your strategy as the game unfolds.

I graduated college with a lot of plans, but I learned that my plans, and all plans have an assumed context. When I plan a lesson I forecast students’ interests, needs, prior knowledge, focus…. 

Mindfulness of those elements is important and the longer I am with a group the better my forecasts… but as life unfolds, the world, the students, and the context all change.

I change, too.

Trial and error has been a big part of my post-graduation life. Sometimes well-developed plans fall flat and impromptu decisions carry great impact. I do not intend to stop planning, I just want to pay attention to what is happening around me.

Lately, this has been through contemplative prayer. When I sit still, I begin to recognize God’s presence and His work in the people and places around me. It feels a bit like playing chess— my next move is better when I’m connected to the one who made the game.

"[Mary] sat at the Lord's feet listening to what He said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to Him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!" "Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed-or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her." Luke 10:39b-42 NIV

Irmagerd

This is what I thought about as I evacuated Irma.

When I didn't have what I felt I needed, I was at my worst. I was angry and selfish in my thoughts and actions.

When I had what I felt I needed, I was at my best. I was compassionate and generous toward my fellow humans.

It seems to be a pattern of humans, seen most clearly during disasters.

During Irma we struggled to find tangible, material needs like water, food, shelter, and gas.

The rest of the time, I watch this pattern play out emotionally.

I watch people who are loved, love more freely.

I watch people who are hurt, love with reserve.

I see youth with a history of hurt, understandably battle a habit of of distrust and defense. People do not understand the reasons, and they withhold compassion and continue the cycle.

I see youth with consistent, loving mentors believe in themselves and listen well. They learn and thrive and easily receive the love they need to learn and thrive more.

We are all so dependent on one another, more than we know.

I am so thankful for all the people in my life who have showered me with a love so strong that it reaches from the north to South Tampa. You broke a bad cycle, and I'm ready to do the same for others.

Vow of Silence

"My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man's anger does not bring about the righteousness that God desires." James 1:19-20

There was a time when I considered the command for silence to be optional.
Loudly interrupting everything. Afraid of not being heard.
Anxious to speak. Afraid of missing my turn.
I was the kid who would not shut up.

Now I am the adult who will not shut up.

Although I am decently trained in the physical act of closing my mouth,
the same fear remains.

These past few months it has been painfully obvious that I need to shut up.

As I end the struggle to prove myself worthy,
I hope to find that it was never needed.

 Talk Listen to you later,

Jean

"Cease striving and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10a 

Living Well

Do you ever stop caring?

I do.

All my life, ministry has focused on learning.
New perspectives and inspiring stories.
Step by steps and life tips.

I experienced ministry in this way: as a learner or a teacher.

It is through education that I was discipled.
The idea that understanding and believing truth,
will inspire me to live well.
The idea that knowing and following certain steps,
will make this walk easier.

& they do.

 But even so, I sometimes stop caring.
My steps are the same but I head another direction.


Peter Rollins argues that people are not the object of our desire
in the way money and beauty are.
Our relationship with people is fundamentally different.

He says that relationships are the source of our desire.

Broken relationships,
whether real or perceived,
remove all passion from me.

I know and believe what I did before,
but it no longer matters to me.
I stop caring.

Looking back on my seasons of loneliness,
it was through gentle conversations,
with friends who listen,
that I found motivation to continue.

It is love that gives me reason to live well.

Love, Jean

Always an Experiment

"The Lord is my light and my salvation-- whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid?"

Psalm 27:1

I am now 4 months into actual adulthood and I am so overwhelmed.

As my work-load increases it becomes harder to work. For me, and those like me, this is a familiar pattern.

In fact, the enneagram test is what brought my attention to this pattern. I am a 7, which means I like to put a lot on my plate but I become lazy when I am stressed. Click here if you want to learn more about that.

My lack of motivation arises from fear.
I want to be accomplished and recognized.
When I near completing something I begin to fear that I will fail--and be seen as a failure.
So I avoid finishing the jobs I start-- to delay the failure.

I procrastinate and the reason is fear of failure.

The domino effect of revelations this information brought were ridiculous and so helpful.

Especially when paired with this piece of advice I received from my college advisor while discussing my new job as Youth Director of a church.

"Present everything as an experiment, because experiments don't fail."

If you have promised results that do not come, respect and trust are lost.

When I think of the task I was given--to build a ministry from the ground up in a place I had never been-- I realize that I need to present everything as an experiment because everything is an experiment.

I have never done this before and I am working with people who have never done this before. That alone makes this an experiment--but I am reminded of that in all my daily tasks.

What I forget is that people cannot be controlled. People are the variable.

We can and should learn about people, study demographics and ministry models-- but there is never an 100% guarantee that what we do will grow the church because there is no magic human formula. We are dynamic, like the one in whose image we are made. We make choices, grow and change.

Our responsibility is to create the space, organize and love, but the outcome is not our responsibility. The outcome is not in our control, no matter how well we do our job.

When I remember that I can't control the outcome a weight is lifted from my shoulders-the weight that comes from pride, the need to succeed and the fear of failure.

This is and always will be an experiment.

If in 5 years our church has 500 members, our work will still be an experiment...

If I plan a lesson for teenagers that I've known for a years, it will still be an experiment...

If we advertise using a strategic marketing plan, it will still be an experiment...

...and experiments do not fail.

So why should I be afraid?

I do not control the results but my work is done for the One who does.

It is this truth that calms my restless, worried thoughts, and gives me the courage to continue.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."

Matthew 11:28-30

Things I Wish I had Said.

Over time, I've developed a list of things I wish I had said. Even without their context, I want to say them.

"Do you really want my opinion, or for me to affirm yours?"

"Did you hear my story, or just opportunities to invalidate it?"

"There are older, smarter, and wiser people who disagree."

"If you can't say it in front of me, is it truth or just disrespectful?"

"If you have to counter everything, you're speaking out of fear, not confidence."

"I don't think that's funny."

"People who were wrong were persecuted too."

"I don't think you love truth, I think you love knowing truth."

I don't want anyone to respond, but if you must: Take enough time to dwell on the words, so that you can feel the irony when you do.

Tata,

Jean

Thanksgiving Love

 "Insurrection" by Peter Rollins begins with a parable. I don't remember it entirely, but here's a short summary of it:

There was a Pastor that preached about service by telling his congregation that he served the needy every Saturday. However, each Saturday, instead of serving the needy, he played golf. St. Peter and God were watching the fella, and Peter said something along the lines of, "Yo God, you gotta punish him for that!" And God was like, "Chill dude, I got this." So the next Saturday, when the Pastor, he got a hole in one... every. Single. Hole. The Pastor was amazed! Peter was annoyed. He was like, "What? This is not a punishment. He enjoyed that!" God replied: 

"Yeah, but who is he going to tell?"

There are a lot of experiences, places, and materials that I enjoy. I am so lucky and thankful to have what I have. But more than that, I am thankful for the people I love.

These things I have aren't blessings by themselves. It's through sharing these things and experiences with my friends and family that I experience joy.

Much love and and many thanks to the people in my life. Without you, the things I have mean nothing. You bring significance to everything I experience.

With Love,
~Jean

 "If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing"  

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

To Mom, Dad, Esther, Kasey, Kayla, Victoria, Catherine, my REACHers, Basically all of Lewis Hall, Devereux, Si-Hua, All of the people I know named Sara/h, my students, my campers, my co-workers, and everyone else that I love <3

Waves and Opinions

"This you know, my beloved brethren. But everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speak and slow to anger; for the anger of man does not achieve the righteousness of God." James 1:19-20

During the past 3 years I've alternated between hiding my opinion and loudly declaring it. From where I'm standing now, the latter seems to be favored but destructive. Sharing opinions is so obviously necessary-so how can it lead to so much pain?

This summer I experienced ocean waves for the first time--or at least ones that were big enough to surf on. I tried real surfing a few times, but when it was clear that I wasn't getting anywhere with it, I began body surfing instead. Turns out I enjoyed body surfing a lot better. Being completely overtaken by a huge wave was the most thrilling experience.

I always thought body surfing was just jumping into a wave, but it's actually not. You have to watch the forming wave, figure out where it's going to peak, and meet it at it's speed. If you catch it too early, you'll only plunge forward for a second. If you catch it too late, you might be slammed into the ground. If you catch it at the right time, you'll ride till the wave ends. Practically no skill is needed for this-our only job is to know when to jump in.

We don't control when the wave comes, how far out it forms, or how large it is. The ocean has all the control--we're just trying to align ourselves with it.

Sometimes, even beautiful words, if spoken at the wrong time, accomplish nothing. Watch and enjoy the ocean, pay attention to the waves, and when the time comes, don't miss your chance to surf.

Change

"The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23

I have this great friend that once told me that he doesn't miss people. This was really surprising, because he had been away from his home for over two years.

I responded with something like, "What?! Not even your parents? Are you not close to them?" He then explained to me that missing them had nothing to do with how much he cared about them, he's just usually distracted and not thinking about them.

I have a very difficult time handling separation from my friends, so when he told me this I assumed him to be a super-human that experienced life differently. After chewing on his words for a bit, I realized he just happened to me more self aware than me.

My idea of love came with the implication that separation from friends meant missing them. I thought if I didn't miss a person, I didn't love them very much. I thought if I was completely content without them, I didn't love them very much. I thought that if enough time passed without me missing them, that would mean they aren't as special to me.

So I'm currently living in Lewis Hall with a whole lot of new people, while all of the people I once saw and hung out with everyday are living in apartments and off campus. I've been missing people and crying--but the real reason isn't because I just love them so much that I can't live without them, it's because I'm trying to hold onto the gifts God gave me before out of a fear that what He's giving me now won't be as great.

I do wish that I could keep all my friends in my life forever, and it is sad that they are gone-- but their absence in my life now does not make their presence in my past any less beautiful. I will always love them. If I try to love by holding on too tight, then I'll miss out on the love I have for these new people.

And there is one consistency in my life. Change keeps me aware of my need for God-for that reason alone I consider it beautiful.

"Truly I say to you, this generation will not pass away until all these things take place. Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will not pass away." Matthew 24:34-35

Life is Meaningless and That's Okay!

You know, we're all just going to die. In fact, we can't even handle knowing that, so you probably don't know. Literally all of us do all things to avoid awareness of death.

"The wise man's eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. And yet I know that one fate befalls them both." Ecclesiastes 2:14

One time I learned that life was meaningless in Philosophy class, and it was actually really freeing. You wouldn't think it'd be, but it was. It took the weight off of me. I had been trying so hard to be important, but when I decided there was no point to that, I was free.

We think being needed or having a goal is fulfilling, but it's actually not. We complete goals just to get new goals. Especially goals like becoming a godly person. Well we can, but why? So that we can get a reward? No, Jesus already gave us that. So that we can be happy? No, that's not what being godly will get us. So that we can save others? No, God doesn't need our help with that. We literally aren't needed. The things we do don't matter. There is no need to do the things we are doing.

Don't freak out, just go with it!

This is hard for us to understand because we don't understand intrinsic value. Consumer culture has taught us that things are only worth something if we can get something out of it- happiness, money, wisdom. I don't even know if we can comprehend something just being valuable. We've commodified God, (Shout out to Skye Jethani for writing a book on this) AND ourselves. We think we're only worth something if something comes from us.

You know what HAS intrinsic value? Life! God! Love! Let's be happy not because we can get something out of them, let's just be happy they exist. Life being pointless makes it more beautiful. We don't NEED to exist- but we get to. God doesn't NEED us, but He made us. We don't HAVE to become godly-but we want to. Just like the son that "helps" his mom make cookies--we're having fun, enjoying life with God. Even though He doesn't need our help, it's still great- because it's valuable as is.

Nothing is even about us. Everything is from God, about God, and for God. The best part of embracing that the things we do are cyclical and unnecessary is that we let go of ourselves- our need to perform and impress and succeed. No expectations, just do what you do and enjoy the stories you see and the people you meet. Nothing needs to come from it.

"There is nothing better for a man than to eat and drink and tell himself that his labor is good. This also I have seen that it is from the hand of God. For who can eat and who can have enjoyment without Him?" Ecclesiastes 2:24

Offended

"Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves;" Philippians 2:3

"THERE ARE SO MANY LANES! THERE ARE SO MANY CARS!"
My first time driving in California was terrifying.
"THERE ISN'T ROOM TO SWITCH LANES! WHAT IF HE HITS ME?!"
I was stuck on a highway that I shouldn't have ended up on, and I had to switch lanes in rush hour traffic. I couldn't hear the GPS, the gas pedal on the car was weird, and I had never drove in a big city before. My poor co-intern, who was accompanying me on this horrendous ride, understood the problem.
"You have to trust that everyone else knows what they're doing."
"I AM GOING TO DIE"

I didn't die. That one thing he said ended up being really sound advice. The only reason I was so awful at driving in the city was because I was paranoid. While it is good of me to carefully watch others, I can't watch everywhere. At some point, I have to assume that others know what they are doing. I can't control the entire Highway.

Turns out I learned something other than how to drive in busy traffic through my friend's words.

I was thinking about how much commotion there has been over words like "offended," and about all the ironic posts that are basically about being offended by people being offended. What is all of this?

In ministry, I'm going to have to take a lot of hits- some that I deserve, some that I don't think I deserve, some that I don't think I deserve but do--I know not just because my leaders have told me, but because I've already taken some hard hits.... and not everyone is going to respond to my apologies with the forgiveness and humility I expect either. There will be no glory!

I'm going to have to listen and yield to a lot of people who decide that I'm doing things wrong. If they are upset, I'm going to have to believe them: that they are hurt. It'll be hard to keep the focus off of me ("I wasn't wrong! You misunderstood! This isn't a big deal!"). It's like I always had to tell my campers:

"What's more important than your intentions, is that another person was hurt. Our job is to make sure they know they are loved."

And when I say that I hear my campers (and my facebook friends) say, "but they are just going to complain about everything" "They won't be sorry!" "It wasn't even a big deal!"

Just like when I'm driving-- I think in order to keep love going, I'm going to have to assume that they know what they're doing. I'm going to have to assume that when they say they are hurt, they were really hurt. I'm going to have to assume that they have a point- so that if they actually do I won't miss it because I'm focused on the fact that I didn't intentionally hurt anyone.

It won't mean I did something wrong (though sometimes it will). It won't mean I HAVE to do things differently.
It might mean there was a miscommunication. It might mean I VOLUNTARILY do something differently or CHOOSE to do some things out of sight-because I care more about someone being hurt than I do about my life. And yes, there would be some exceptions...

But the thing is- if you really respect or love a person, why would you NOT sacrifice a little of yourself for their comfort? If you respect a person, why would you assume that they are overreacting? I don't know about you, but when I think about the people I really respect, I assume them to be smarter than me, and if they were upset about something, I would EXPECT it to be for good reason.

ALSO WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME TOTAL SOCIETAL FAILURE BECAUSE OF A CHANGE OR OPINION?!?!

Sorry.... lost my cool

Truthfully, for me to do the Lord's work, especially in student ministry, I'm going to HAVE to learn this lesson. I better just throw my need for a good reputation out the window right now. And you can totally disagree (and I will respectfully assume you to have a good point), but I think Christians on all sides of all debates should be assuming that when someone is upset, they know what they're doing.

You have to assume people know what they're doing.

On the bright side, a lot of times doing this softens their hearts, and they'll treat you with the same sort of love and respect- maybe see something they might have done wrong, or try to understand you a little better. It should never be EXPECTED... but there's a better chance of this happening if you yield than if you declare that they're overreacting.



Goodnight. ~Spairnak

Striving After Wind

"I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and striving after wind." Ecclesiastes 1:14

 I once went a weekend without talking. At first it was a little bit for fun, a little bit for my raspy voice, and a little bit because I was feeling awkward and unable to communicate anyway. But it eventually became a window to reality. At some point God poked me and said, "actually this was all my plan," through a few comments and circumstances. So really, I don't even get credit for choosing to do this.

Anyway, I can't even remember all the things I learned that weekend. Usually when we're speaking our mind is fixated on ourselves somehow, (on what we want, on how people see us, on our observations...etc.) and without speaking my attention was up for grabs.

I remember feeling out of control. I remember feeling relief from my constant need to perform. I remember listening longer and deeper than ever before. I also learned of my insignificance- which sounds awful, but it's actually not.

I had a little board to write things on, but it could only work for short, essential things. I couldn't give any actual input into a conversation. After a while, I started to realize that my input wasn't needed. Someone always said what I was going to say. Sometimes right away, sometimes after a while. Truth is, my words weren't really needed.

"That which has been is that which will be, And that which has been done is that which will be done. So there is nothing new under the sun." Eclessiastes 1:9

The truth just... exists. We aren't creating it or untangling it when we speak of it, we are observing it. It was the same before I spoke and will be the same after I speak. How much I understand it does not effect my significance. It's there for anyone to see at anytime. With or without me, people can and will find it. The truth does what it wants and doesn't need my help.

I gain nothing from understanding it. In fact, sometimes it becomes burdensome.

But I love the truth, so I think I'll chase it anyway.