Wonderland: Opportunities for Surrender

You don’t realize you are acting like someone with something to lose until you no longer have anything to lose and the new way is clear.  It helps explain why modern life is criticized as less spiritual than previous ages. 

Nearly everything on a day to day basis is fixable now by our own efforts.  Our opportunities for surrender are revealed by their requirements, and therefore when they are not required, they remain veiled.  Imagine a new parent holding a child burning hot with fever in the middle of the night.  If those people are alone on the prairie with no one to call on but the Lord, the opening of the human heart is mandated.  At my house, we pick up the telephone and call the pediatrician.

This is a complicated area that is easily misunderstood.  I do not believe that if you have the chance to go to the hospital you should stay home and pray.  The sermon vignette about the man who, stranded on a roof in a flood, turns away a raft, a boat, and a helicopter because he is “waiting for God to save him” is one of my all time favorites.  Swept away to his death by the flood, the man enters Heaven and questions God about why his faith was ignored.  “Ignored? I sent a raft, a boat, and a helicopter!”

What I do believe is that we must be conscious of a pattern of relying on only ourselves, “ourselves” defined as our minds and our bodies to solve our deepest and most challenging personal problems.  These core elements of our humanity long to be united with our spirit, but the spirit will only take them up and share power when they agree to one fundamental principle. 

They must agree that they are nothing.

Score, Mattel.

I am in a death match with Mattel over Barbie.  It is what it is.

All of the arguments have been made, so I won’t rehash here.  I will simply say that I’ve always believed that there is a room somewhere in California where shiny new marketing grads are tasked with how to get me.

I’m the little girl who fell for Barbie as a kid, but grew up into the woman — the blonde woman — who is very, very unhappy with Barbie’s legacy.  The woman who now has a blonde daughter who loves shoes and the color pink.  The woman with just enough disposable income that she could be brought back into the fold right quick if only we could figure out how to get her back.

Damn it.

Barbie as Joan Jett, Ladies of the 80’s series.  I’d be okay with my daughter having this doll.  I think.  I might even want her to have it.

I love rock and roll. I hate Barbie.

Coincidence that I started phasing my lifelong blonde to brunette this week?

Put another dime in the juke box, baby.  We’ll just have to let this one play out.