On Target, School Bathrooms, and the Idol of Safety

So here I am. Posting something about Target and the whole bathroom issue.

It would be easier to just let it go since everyone is so divided and angry about all this, but in everything I've read so far, I still feel like there are some things that haven't been said. 

But let me first start with this: I'm terrified of my children being sexually abused. Always have been. With a background in social work, I have heard stories that would make you want to vomit, unable to sleep for days. I know that, although the accepted idea is that "kids are resilient; they'll be fine," there are abusive situations that damage the psyche of an undeveloped person so horrifically and so deeply that one is unable to fully recover. Before we even had children, I had my speeches about private parts rehearsed and perfected. But even still, the fear lingers. I think it always will.

On top of all this, we don't live in the safest of neighborhoods. There are over 80 registered sex offenders within a mile of our home. Teenage girls have been abducted off the these very streets and trafficked. The greater school system we are a part of had already adopted a gender-neutral bathroom situation before Obama demanded it from on high. My kids don't participate in many extracurricular activities--partly because there's so many children to shuttle around, but mostly because I'm scared to leave them alone with anyone else. 

So, there's my humanity. I can say from the core of my being that I get it. The fear of it all, at least this aspect of the debate.  

Strange men being in the bathroom with you. People potentially planting recording devices. Daughters being assaulted in locker rooms. The rates of abuse are already so high--

as many as 1 in 10 children will be abused before the age of 18

--and now, it seems the government has opened wide the doors of privacy to allow predators even easier access. I get how all of those can be scary thoughts.

Much has already been said about all this, but I want to point out the fact that 

9/10 cases of sexual abuse are perpetrated by someone the victim knows and trusts

, not some stranger in a Target bathroom.

The same applies to the Sex Offender Database. Though it is nice to be able to easily identify people in proximity who have been caught and labeled, it's the ones who are not yet on the list that you need to worry about. Because they're people you'd never suspect; people that, on the outside, look just like you and I. They teach at your child's school, they drive the bus, they attend your church and they live next door. They are even more likely to be grandparents, uncles, and cousins.

The nauseating fact is, it won't be a Target bathroom that opens the door for your child to be abused, it will be YOU.

It will be me. 

And that is the core of the issue here and the source of all the fear--that we as parents will unintentionally expose our children to the very people that will hurt them and not even know it. Perhaps for years. Abusers can get close to a child because you and I know and trust them, too. 

I can barely stomach the thought. The weight of it is crushing. Because even if we talk to our children, equip them with information, guard them, protect them, and watch them--even if we do everything right and keep them safe--it may still happen, because there are situations out of our control.

So you can boycott Target if you want to, but at the end of the day, it's not going to make the world much safer for your little one. A predator won't stop to consider a sign on a restroom, anyways.

So what is a parent to do?

One of the best things you can do for your children, as with any vulnerable population group in the world, is educate them and give them a voice. 

At a very young age in our home, we start talking about body parts. We tell them that they are in charge of their own body, and if someone is doing anything that makes them feel uncomfortable or scared, that they can say NO, and they won't be in trouble. It doesn't matter if it's an adult and adults are in charge--there are things even adults aren't allowed to do, regardless of what they say or threaten. But if something scary ever did happen to them, that 

it's not their fault.

But we go even further then that. We don't just warn them about the strange cars by the park or the adult who approaches them and talks about a lost puppy, but we discuss situations that would signal that something may be wrong involving someone they know. A person picking them up from school that usually doesn't. A teacher bringing them into a room alone and closing a door. A coach who is paying more attention to them then the rest of the team.

This isn't just a one-time conversation. It's often and it's ongoing. 

Parents, it's not Target's job to keep your kids safe. It never was. And while you can accompany them into the restroom at the store or use the Family bathroom (that's what we do), you most likely can't do the same thing at school. So please, please teach them appropriate boundaries and give them a voice! Empower them so they will know the right thing to do when you are not there to hold their hand. Lord willing it will be enough.

But you

 cannot impart what you do not possess. So parents, the absolute best thing you can do for your children is to get healthy yourself. 

Talk to somebody, get therapy, take some medication. Practice and model appropriate boundaries. Deal with your past junk. Show them how to have a voice and respectfully stick up for themselves. Hold people accountable when they cross the line and cause bodily harm in any way.

Aside from first and foremost the power of Jesus Christ, YOU are your child's single biggest weapon against the evil of this world. Don't take that responsibility lightly.

As parents, we should certainly do everything within our power to make sure our kids are safe, but we have a tendency in America to make an idol out of Safety. As a culture, we live in constant fear. Fear of our kids being hurt or abducted, falling on the playground, failing a class. Smearing dirt on our perfect reputation as parents by just being kids.

But there's probably a reason it says more than a hundred times in the Bible, 

"do not be afraid."

NOT, do not do things that make you afraid. 

NOT, do not be around people who make you afraid. 

NOT, do not go places that are scary.

Do not BE afraid.

But that IS our state of being these days, isn't it? As a people, as a country, and most embarrassingly, as a FAITH. And, I'll just be frank here, since we're all friends--that is not what we are called to, my dear Christian brothers and sisters.

Rather, we are called to LOVE one another.

We also know that perfect love casts out all fear. You see, fear is the enemy of love. Fear begins with a label--we name someone, or even an entire group of people, "other." 

These labels come with all sorts of misperceptions and stereotypes, and we boil down a beautiful, colorful, human being made in the image of God into a category: weird, different, strange, wrong, SINFUL...

And we get scared. Because we don't understand. And we don't know what to do. And we worry that they may hurt us or our children, or make it easier for other bad people to hurt our children, because they're different. Or strange. And because we are always trying to make sense out of our existence, we put them into the category of OTHER, and suddenly it's okay to not value them as a person loved by God. They become the enemy, which justifies our fear.

We hold up our idol of safety, and fear makes us not even want to touch anyone different than us with a 39.5 foot pole, let alone LOVE them.

The fact is, truly LOVING one another is dangerous. It will cost you, maybe everything. Just like it did Jesus.

"This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again." John 3:16-17, MSG

A son who would be threatened, plotted against, scorned, beaten...and finally hung on a cross.

For YOU.

For ME.

All because of God's embarrassing, audacious, unconditional, unfathomable LOVE for the world and all the messed up,sinful people in it.

How different things would've turned out if God's top priority had been keeping His Son SAFE.

Please, take a moment and chew on that one, because it took everything in me not to scream it in all caps.

Safety is important, but we turn it into an idol when we make it more important than people. We bow down to Safety when we make it more important than 

loving

 people or doing the hard, scary things God sometimes calls people to do. Obedience trumps safety every time. Just ask Ananias, Moses, Esther, or Jonah, to name a few.

So safety, yes. But don't hide behind it as an excuse not to love. As a reason to put down and hurl insults. As a justification to boycott and walk away, to not engage in difficult things. Love will cost you, and if it doesn't, you're not doing it right. Love in real life is messy, uncomfortable, and hard.

Safety, yes. But not at the expense of people. Not at the expense of loving well. Not at the expense of obedience.

John 13:35 says,

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our love for one another will prove to the world that you are my disciples.

But love involves speaking the truth, though, right? 

The thing about love is that it's hard to do on Facebook, where we do a lot of our living and preaching these days. It's hard to throw tangible love out into the internet whitespace. And truth--proclaimed at a deafening vibrato on the internet these days--though

still true

when carelessly flung out into the world of pixels,

is 

just not effective.

I don't know about you, but I can't think of a single person who's come to a saving relationship with Jesus Christ as a result of a moral internet debate or a bible verse posted in a comment section drawing attention to their transgressions.

Because the only way to speak the truth in love involves a human.

A human person to look at in the face, eye to eye. A human with feelings, convictions, and experiences, just like you. A person who, even on their worst day, is so much more like you than different. 

To speak the truth in love is a conversation, a relationship--not a status update. When the truth is haphazardly thrown out into the ether, it's often received like a heavy metal station. Just a bunch of loud, annoying noise. We've gotten in a bad habit of screaming from the rooftops what was meant to be communicated in a one-on-one or small group discipleship relationship. And it's just not working.

God doesn't need us to judge. That's His job.

God doesn't need us to convict. That's the Holy Spirit's job.

I think it's fair to say that He's plenty capable of doing His jobs without our help.

We tend to get our role confused, but the bible clearly says that the world will know we are His disciples by our LOVE for one another

.

The world will know we are different by our love. They're supposed to want what we have, and we're supposed to be ready with a reason for the hope that sets us apart. The hope that keeps us joyful amidst cultural chaos and gives us reason to remain faithful when it makes absolutely no sense. 

They will know we are Christians by our love.

So, I have to ask... do they?

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May 15: Hope is a Rainbow and a Promise


"I don't know where to look for the rainbow, mom!"

We had been watching the front blow in for a while now.

From our perch atop a hill, we saw the clouds rolling in long before we heard the pitter patter of any droplets. Eager to leave the sanctuary inside at the first sight of sun peeping through, we rushed out onto the porch in search of the bow of many colors.

The clouds pulled back like a blanket and beams of gold shone on the ground below, but there wasn't a rainbow to be found in the air of excitement.

"I can't find it, mom! It has to be here somewhere, though right?"

From our wraparound porch growing up, we had seen many a rainbow over the years, and I knew that when the sun came out during a rainstorm there was sure to be one.

The trick is to turn your back to the sun, momma said, and you'll be sure to find it then.


***************


The kids were crazy in the car and we couldn't get home fast enough. The quiet game had been a flop and no one had any more craps to give about being a team player, including us. 

The sky had looked ominous for a while now, and we were less then ten minutes from home when the big, fat raindrops began to pound our windshield. 

Great. I thought. We made it this whole time without any rain and it arrives just in time for us to unload at home in a downpour.

There's a special clause in the hell that is Murphy's Law that applies specifically to parents who are already having a bad day. I'm convinced of this. 

The rain came fast and fierce, but after just a few minutes the black clouds parted and brilliant, unmistakable rays of sun pierced through, lighting the road in front of us. The rain had slowed but was still falling, and a light mist rose from the grass around us. 

"The sun's out now, so that means there should be a rainbow somewhere," I said to my husband. I started looking around but didn't see anything yet. Maybe it's too soon, I thought. 

"No, there it is," he replied, pointing. "I can see it in the rear view mirror."

And as I turned my back to the sun and peered over my shoulder, sure enough, there it was. Clear as day, an entire bow. Double even. 

I'm sure there were better photos to be had in Cleveland today, but we didn't pull over and get one. It was beautiful, though. The kids loved it and squealed with joy until it disappeared from sight. And as we drove over the valley, the curtain of grey rain still visible in the distance, I quietly marveled at a promise made long ago by an eternally faithful God.

Because a rainbow is only visible when we turn our back to the Son.

When life is a storm and we feel like we're overwhelmed by the torrents blowing our way

When we're drowning in the accumulation of our tears 

When we look around us and fateful circumstance is all we can see

When we're discouraged by the wickedness of the world

The very moment we begin to doubt, slowly turning our back to the Son

He reminds us with a bow of many colors that there's always hope. Because He never breaks a promise. 

Never again will he destroy the earth with the salty ocean of his tears. Never again will he give up on us. Never again could we become so wicked, so selfish, so violent or destructive that He would turn His wrath on us.

For although we will turn our back on the Son time and time again, never again will He turn His back on us.

Though we turn our back on Him, His mercy and faithfulness will forever be displayed in a rainbow on the darkest of days to remind us. Because we so easily forget.

No matter how bad things get, there's always hope.

He promised.




And God said, β€œThis is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.” Genesis 9:12-16

January 5: There is No Mess Too Big {for God} to Clean Up


Uh oh, momma... He kinda winces and looks my way. I thought the cap was still on and I squeezed it and... 

Applesauce splattered all over the floor.

I can see a glimmer of my past reactions in his eyes as he sizes me up, wondering what I'll do.

Oh, it's okay, buddy, I respond from the kitchen sink where I'm doing dishes. I'll clean it up in a minute when I'm done. No worries. There's no mess too big to clean up.

I paused at the thought, looking up from the sink and out the window. I caught a glimpse of the Lord's heart in those words, streaming in like the warm rays of sunshine through the kitchen window. Splashing light all over the table and brightening the room. Promising to warm every heart to His will if we let Him.

You know, kids, I continued, there's no mess too big to clean up, even for God. He's bigger than any mess we could ever make.

What if there was poop all over the house? the boy asks, as boys do. Always something with the bodily functions.

Well, that would sure be a big, gross mess, but we could still clean it up. 

There's no mess of a life, no mess of a promise, no mess of a relationship, no mess of an addiction, no mess of loss or destruction so big that the Lord isn't bigger still, that the Lord isn't able to clean up by His forgiveness and grace.

There may not be any more applesauce to go around, because actions have consequences, but He can sure clean it up off the floor and give you a fresh start.

A start from the place of redemption, healing, forgiveness, and wholeness.

So, kids, we're in this messy life together, you and me and God. We're all on the same team here. Because Lord knows our sin is going to spill all over each other--words we wish we could take back, promises broken, trust squandered--and we'll just have to work together to clean it up. We'll work together to make it right, for as long as it takes.

Because kids, there's also beauty and purpose in the mess. There's beauty in the brokenness. It's really a gift, you see, because it's only when we're completely broken, out of options, and up against a wall that we realize how very little control we actually have over this life. That the control we thought we had was merely an illusion, propped up by circumstance and possessions and health.

When we can look at the mess for what it is and, as a result, see God more clearly--clearly see that we are not Him--that, kids, is one of the greatest gifts.

He promises that if we humble ourselves before Him, that He will lift us up.

Oh, how we need that, kids. To be humbled, that is. He humbles us out of His great love for us, so that it may go well with us all of our days. To teach us that man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord {Deuteronomy 8:3}.

The mess reminds us of our humanness, our fallibility. It points us toward the only One capable of making all things new, throwing us fresh into the arms of His warm and redeeming grace. If it weren't for some spilled applesauce every once in a while, we might get to thinking we could navigate this whole messy life on our own.

Don't you forget that, kids.



...if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. {2 Chronicles 7:14}

January 4: There's No Magic Date on the Calendar, but There's Still Hope for the New Year

I made pulled chicken for dinner tonight, which was really good, by the way. A child, amidst puking sounds and other complaints, stated he was not going to eat said chicken on his plate. I said, oh yes he was, for there were children at his school who didn't get to go home to a warm meal at night. The only time they eat is at school, so we need to be grateful for what we have instead of complaining. And he says, well, then you can give them this chicken. #smartdonkey

We were driving home in the afternoon on New Year's Eve. The day had already been busy and showed no promise of letting up anytime soon. All good things, but draining things when your belly is the size of a watermelon and you just want to sit down on the couch, for the love.

The kids were in the back yelling and laughing at one another. I'd warmed up my coffee for the ride home and turned on the radio, slightly louder then the chaos in the back, in an attempt to drown it out. Choose your noise. That's something I've learned is helpful for my sanity in this stage of life where pockets of sanity are sparse.

After months of orange barrels rendering my usual exit ramp impassable, it finally opened again and I made my way around the curve. The once barren land that had been torn up by the ongoing construction now had grass seedlings sprouting up in a blanket of bright, vibrant green.

The ground was covered with thriving new life. On December 31st. In Cleveland.

Any other year, I'd have thought it was crazy to suggest it's possible to plant and grow grass at the end of December. Isn't that strictly a summer thing? As someone with a black thumb, I don't really know, but green grass on New Years Eve?

That's impossible.

About twelve hours later, the internet was alive with new growth of it's own: posts with resolutions for 2016.

New Year, New You.

2016 is going to be amazing.

Reaching your fitness goals, your health goals, your weight loss goals.

I did have this insane urge to clean up the house and get organized after we put the Christmas decorations away, which immediately translated into the desire to go out and buy baskets and cute storage bins with which to organize all my crap. Because, somehow a new basket would make it finally happen, right? My loving husband pointed out that wasn't the solution to my problem, exciting as it may sound.

Other then the organizing bug, which we could just chalk up to nesting at this point, all the resolution chatter kind of rubbed me the wrong way this year. I know that we need to have goals and life direction or we will just crash and burn on autopilot. I get the momentum behind a fresh start, but there's no magic date on a calendar that will transform your life. It may for a time, just like running out and buying colorful, new baskets may give you the illusion of getting organized, but after the moment has passed and the resolutions fade (which research shows is about mid-February, if you make it that long...), you'll be stuck looking in the mirror at the same old you.

And feeling incredibly guilty for it.

As if this "old you" is a failure.

And I think we just go about the whole thing all wrong. Because while the world, and the whole lot of us sometimes, look at the outward appearances, the Lord looks at the heart. And it's only the heart, in true alignment with Him by His grace, that produces any sort of lasting life change. All the outward change we crave needs to be an overflow of inward change, or it doesn't stand a chance. Motivation runs out, momentum can only sustain so far, our feet fail, desires wane...

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob,
or, whine, Israel, saying,
β€œGod has lost track of me.
He doesn’t care what happens to me”?
Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening?
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts.
He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath.
And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired,
they walk and don’t lag behind. {Isaiah 40:27-31}

So, yeah, all those seemingly impossible resolutions looming overhead this coming year? The momentum won't get you there, the excitement won't last. But still, even green grass grows on barren land as we flip the page to this calendar year. Nothing is impossible with God.

Maybe all these outward goals need to start with a heart change. Maybe we need to see ourselves as He sees us first.

I think for me this year, resolutions, if you want to call them that, will look a little different. I'm not going to buy into the lie that a "new me" is a "better me", or that the "old me" is a failure, because I'm loved as much in this moment as I will ever be, period. I don't need to do anything or be anything or change anything to earn anything I don't already have. He's enough, therefore I'm enough.

But I do want to see Him more clearly, to love more deeply, and to give more sacrificially this year. I don't need a devotional checklist or a read-through-the-bible-in-a-year plan in order to achieve that: I simply need to spend time with Him and press into His grace. My life, and my world, will be changed accordingly.

Maybe you need something more structured, and that's fine. As for me, I used to make lists, and then I realized they made me feel bad because I'd look at them and see all the things I haven't accomplished and areas where I failed, so I gave them up for Lent a long time ago and haven't looked back.

A relationship isn't about checklists, do's and don'ts, or even reading plans. For some reason in Christianity, we try to "manage" our relationship with the Lord, turning it into a set of measurable goals. We track our "progress" each day, like it's some sort of class we're taking, gaining credit for our performance. It's stifling. Can you imagine if that's what marriage was like? Ugh. No sir.

Building a real relationship is about getting to know someone's heart. It's a delicate and mysterious process, and if you do it right, it should take a lifetime. So my resolution for the year is to seek Him by His grace, and He promises to fulfill the desires of my heart as I allow it to be molded and shaped by Him.