Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Of Anabaptists and Jewelry Stores

If you've ever been allowed to see my room, and few are, it was probably tidy for the most part; not because I keep a tidy room, but because I knew you were coming and had likewise prepared for the occasion. If you happened to be in my room on more than one occasion, and are the least bit observant, you probably noticed that while almost everything seemed to have a place, there was a lingering pile of homeless odds and ends sitting on the hope chest in the dormer.

Last week, I purposed to sort through this loathsome-but-oh-so-ever-present-and-in-need-of-help eyesore. The first (and last) item I picked up as I rummaged through the stack was a rather odd find that I had completely forgotten: my wristwatch. It is a piece that I purchased some time ago during a faze in my life when I found shiny objects to be fascinating, but it can no longer be worn because it met  its demise in a rather infamous fall into Beaver Lake (yes, in Canada). I noticed, however, that it was still keeping time, and all that really needed attention was the band, which had broken.

So I embarked into the unknown, and went to a jeweler to have it repaired and cleaned.

Upon entering the store, I turned my watch over to the nearest clerk, who then asked for a few minutes to look at it. With little else to do, I began to browse, and the array was dazzling. At one point, I stopped at a display of what appeared to be engagement rings (how would I know), and peered at a particularly lovely adornment made of silver and studded with several precious stones. Out of curiosity I checked the price.




After regaining my composure, I stood pondering what could possibly possess a person that would cause them to feel good about wearing something of such value. In fact, I thought it would almost feel devaluing as a person to wear such a thing. Before I could continue, my thoughts were interrupted by the clerk, who told me the jeweler would need to take a look at my watch, and that I should return to pick it up in a week.

Several days later, I returned to my pondering, but hard as I tried, I could not find a way to justify buying such a ring. However, another thought occurred to me. Before looking at the ring, I had briefly examined a display of imported Swiss watches. They were impressive, and as I further reconstructed the scene in my mind, I suspect my thoughts were probably going something like this:

I bet men with impact wear those watches. They probably rarely feel out of control... in fact, they are probably widely admired for their impact. 

They have what it takes.

They matter.

I am slowly realizing how easy it is for me to create an image of what masculinity looks like. Be it watches, cars, pastimes, relational skill, intellect, friends or any other countless number of things, I can easily form a mold of what a man is, and before too long, I am trying to conform to that mold. The result is usually frustration and shame, and I lose sight of myself as a person, and as God's adopted son.

Then, my Loving Father, through the gentle but often painful process of conviction, reminds me of who He is, and who I am. He calls me to lay aside my images, molds, and idols. He calls me to no longer be conformed, but transformed.

Conformation is painful. It involves pressing, squeezing, and breaking something into a shape that it is unnatural to that thing. Transformation is entirely different. It is a change at the very core of a thing that makes into something entirely different.

The world conforms. Just take a look at society: its full of molds and shapes, and it hates what does not fit those shapes. So often I go right along with this kind of approach to life, and the consequences are definitely not the abundant life Jesus talked about.

However, today God is offering something entirely different than what this world embraces. He is offering to transform us into something new, into what we were meant to be. When we set aside our ideas of what we should be, and embrace God's ideas of who we are, we are set free to be fully alive, and it will not be an unnatural conformation, but rather a deep  transformation! This is where true masculinity happens, and where true femininity is grounded.

This is where I learn that I matter. Even without a Swiss watch. Control is traded for trust, and admiration is traded for the approval of my Father.

Transformation isn't easy. It means dying to myself, but in doing so I gain life.

Romans 12:1-2





Thursday, October 10, 2013

Who I Am (an introductory essay)

Greetings! My name is Austin Fahnestock. I live in Reinholds, Pennsylvania, have five siblings and, at the age of eighteen, I am the oldest in my family. There are a great many things I could say about myself, but I am going to name only the three things that I am most passionate about and that I see as most significant in any description of my person: my faith, my purpose, and the gifts that I have been given to accomplish that purpose.
            First and foremost in my life is my belief that God created man in His image, that man sinned and was cursed, and now exists in a fallen state, and that God, out of His incomprehensible love for us sent His son to die and redeem us to Him. It is from this belief that I know my value, that I know the value of others, that I am saved, and that I have life, and by God’s grace, life abundantly. He is the beginning and end of who I am. It is His truth that is changing me, and it is from Him that I receive my purpose.
            The purpose of my existence is to bring glory to God, to tell of His goodness, and to testify to His love and truth. In the everyday, this means that I seek to reflect Him in all of my encounters with other people; it means I am constantly seeking better relationships with God and others. A small, but important, piece of my purpose is my ambition of entering the field of counseling. I am especially passionate about men and women learning about and being set free from sexual bondage, and what it means to be men and women of God.
            Lastly, I would like to mention the gifts God has given me to bring glory to Him. First, God has given me the gift of music, which bears testament to me of who He is, and which I use to bear testament to others of Him. I play the piano and sing, and have a deep love of classical music. Also, God has given me a very sensitive spirit, and as such I am a very emotional person, who feels very deeply not only my own pain and joy, but also the pain and joy of others. I seek to use this in such a way that I can be a safe place for people to open up the painful areas of their lives, and ultimately experience God in those areas. Finally, I am a scholar. I love reading, studying, trying to wrap my mind around large concepts, and am enthusiastic about learning and understanding the world around me. God has given me my intellect, and I intend to use it for His glory.

            While there is a great deal more that could be said, I believe that I have given a brief, but accurate reflection of who I am. I look forward to the year ahead, and what I can learn to further God’s kingdom.