If you’ve spent any time talking with me over the last 5 years, you know that I am a big Jeff VanVonderen fan. And I’ve never even seen his TV show! It was VanVonderen that began to clear out the legalistic cobwebs in my own head. But I’ve said that before.
I know now why VanVonderen’s books were so offensive in my previous life — why my having that big stack of his books on my desk and giving them away as gifts was such a problem. He’s an integrationist. ::gasp:: You know, that tainted sort of person who would dare mix psychology with theology.
As if psychology were some sort of devil chord that would taint our singing praises to a supreme Being. Whatever.
Anyway, he’s got a new book out — Soul Repair — and I “just happened” to be reading it while I was working through these last few posts. And I landed on this chapter, “Anorexic Spirituality.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. This is it. This is what I got. Not in my undergraduate years at BJU, mind you, but following that. This is the most lucid description of the problem, and I can’t help but wonder if some of my other (physical) “habits” were compensating for this (spiritual) dysfunction.
I can’t even “digest” it all now. But I had to share.
On this Holy Saturday, when we all remember the Pharisees’ unbelieving conspiring to keep Christ’s body in the tomb (because those sneaky disciples might steal It), I thought it would help me to see one way we stand-off from God’s love. We think they are right. That Christ won’t come back. That He’s not the Victor. That their power overwhelms the real Power. That our needs are too cumbersome or too weak or too silly. That we don’t need nurturing. That we would be better off if we just disappeared.
But they are wrong. Their god is not-God.