It seems as though self-love has been a difficult concept to reconcile in the Christian tradition. If we love ourselves is that not a sign of pride and therefore sinful? Or what does it mean to love our neighbor as ourselves? It is a difficult concept to understand, but it is an important concept that builds upon the very foundation of what it means to be human. We also have this concept of friendship. What does it mean to be a friend of Jesus when we it is difficult to foster and nourish friendship in this world? What does it mean when Jesus says I no longer call you servants, but friends? Teresa of Avila and Julian of Norwich offer insight into these problems and help us to see what it means to be a friend of Jesus and how that in turn allows us to love ourselves in a humble and appropriate way. I will begin by explaining the meaning of friendship in Julian and Teresa and then move into a discussion on how this informs self-love.
i doubt you'll ever see this. but, if you do, take heart that christ has used you!
i am discouraged. i see people my age claiming to be christians, but missing the point entirely. i see teenaged rebellion. i see the lack of hunger in their eyes for more of christ's word. i even see myself being a hypocrite. i feel like there are no christ followers my age out there anymore, and that christ's calling to live in a community of believers is simply a fairytale.
just now, your first album came on shuffle.
i begin hearing words i had memorized long ago. i begin hearing phrases that have become so much of who i am that i could not locate their origin - i could only know that they were part of God's message.
and i smile. because i know that if the youngest barrow girl was my age when you made this first album, if i know that you could be on fire for Christ even then…
2010 has been a weird year for me to say the least. This is the year I turn 30 (October 14th), and on my 29th birthday last year, I decided to make an effort to make it a special year (treat it as if I was turning 18). My previous three birthdays had been really rough on me. A week after my 26th birthday, my grandma passed away from cancer. The next year, my 27th birthday, I started freaking about the fact that I was slowly closing in on 30. The worse part about that birthday was that on the next day, my mom committed suicide (unsuccessfully fortunately). Then for my 28th birthday, I was still freaking out about turning 30, and freaking out about the one year anniversary of my mom's suicide attempt. So as my 29th birthday came up, I decided that I needed to break the cycle of all the negative things that surrounded by birthday from years past. Last year, because of my employment situation, I made the leap to further my trust in God.