I get so mad when my life doesn’t know I’m a blogger. It’s all crazy and busy, and I’m like, “Excuse me? I’m a little bit of what you call a blogging genius over here. Could we make some room for that? I mean, someone has to save humanity through blogging. It may as well be me.”
My life doesn’t listen. It just stays all high speed and wild; never giving me a chance to think. I crave time to think. I miss it when it’s gone.
I’ve been thinking a lot about humanity lately. What a complicated, beautiful heap a crazy that is. I just read one of my new favorite books that made me think about humanity even more. Have you read, “Hiding Place”? This book is a biography about Corrie Ten Boom.
Apparently, I am the last Christian on Earth to read this book. The story is freaking me out. Whenever I mention it to a Christian friend, they’re all, “Oh, I know. I read that book 8 years ago.” Show offs.
Corrie Ten Boom is just this wonderful, amazing, incredible embodiment of strength. I can’t believe someone like her existed. It seems impossible.
Corrie Ten Boom was Dutch. She came from a loving, Christian family. During World War II, Corrie and her family helped with the Dutch underground network. They assisted Jewish people with avoiding concentration camps and death, actually.
Corrie had a secret room built in her own bedroom. When the Gestapo finally discovered Corrie and her family’s illegal activities, they stormed Corrie’s home. Corrie’s Jewish friends snuck into the secret room, and survived the raid. Corrie and her family saved their lives.
Corrie and her family were sent to prison, and then Ravensbruck, a concentration camp. Corrie was in her 50’s when she went to prison. Things got ugly.
This is a beautiful story. I cannot explain how much Corrie and her family members moved me to want to be better at being human. I cannot explain how much their faith in Christ renewed fervor in me for things unseen. If you’re sort of anti-Christian, because Christians act all know-it-ally and holier-than-thou-ee, you’ll like Corrie Ten Boom and her family. They aren’t like that.
Have you read “To Kill a Mockingbird”? That’s another favorite of mine. Atticus is the only other character in my history as a reader that has moved me in the way Corrie Ten Boom has. Too bad Atticus was fictional. I think Atticus and Corrie Ten Boom should have gotten married. They’d make extraordinary humans together. How is that relevant here? I don’t know why you want to talk about stuff that can’t even happen. It just seems silly.
Atticus and Corrie Ten boom touched my soul because they both have a super human quality. Humility. They have unnatural ability to suffer humiliation with dignity. In Corrie’s case , she claims her strength is not her own. In fact, more than once when she’s at the end of what she can bear, She admits it to us and to herself. She tells God that she’s just out of strength; If he means for her to keep going, He must sustain her.
Right there. That is the part when Corrie is revived. Her strength is renewed. It’s almost like God wants her to get to the end of herself, to see His power to carry her is real. Not a fairy tale.
Here’s what else I love, love, love about Corrie Ten Boom. She does not judge. She’s filled to overflowing with love for humanity. She works feverishly to meet the needs of those around her. At one point she described celebrating Christmas and Hannakah with her Jewish friends. She spoke with respect of her Jewish friends. She did not cast herself in a superior light. It sounded beautiful.
Corrie figured her whole purpose on this Earth was to show Christ’s love. She talked about it all the time. But, more importantly, she showed it. She didn’t try to convince people. She didn’t engage in debates. I love Corrie. Did I mention that?
I want to be like Corrie. I want to know why I am here. I want to remember that I have been called by Christ to love. I want to make loving people my mission: Christian people, Jewish people, gay people, heterosexual people, Morman people, atheist people, all people. That’s the point.
These are the kinds of thoughts I’ve been having. They’re big thoughts. I was pondering Corrie’s dependence on Christ when I became distracted by Kim Kardashian. It’s true. Sometimes that’s on at our house. Olivia discovered this show on Netflix.
Do you know what happens when you are contemplating the love of Christ and saints like Corrie Ten Boom, and you’re yanked from your thoughts with angry voices arguing over a prada purse? Or you catch sight of a 13-year-old girl showing her sister how to use a stripper pole? It’s harsh.
It’s like being snuggled up in a warm quilt on a cold day, and having the quilt stripped away and ice water poured on you. Or, it’s like eating a deliciously sweet apple and biting into a worm. It’s alarming and abrupt.
I’ve been reading better books lately; books about inspiring people. I’ve been trying to meditate on more scripture too. I guess I’ve been doing a little too much of that, because I’m now officially unable to tolerate the Kardashians, or real housewives, or any other screaming, materialistic, self-serving reality TV personalities.
See how far I’ve carried my Corrie Ten Boom lessons? In my world, you love everyone expect for the people on reality TV.
I should probably tell Olivia that she isn’t allowed to watch the Kardashians. But, I’m not going to do that. Not yet. I think the Kardashians and folks like them are causing us to crave entertainment that is as good for the soul as Cotton Candy is for our body. Cotton Candy is sweet on impact, but offers no nutrients to sustain us. We eat it because it tastes so good and harmless. But, a diet of cotton candy will make us sick and lethargic. And let’s face it, cotton candy is gonna slowly crowd our organs and skeleton with globs of fat. Which is really bad, mostly because all those globs of fat will make our butts look big. Sometimes I just get all caught up in this complicated theology. It’s hard for the common person to even understand me.
Let me say it this way: Cotton candy offers us nothing but taste. That’s it. That’s all you get out of it. Oh, and a big butt. If you want that, you should eat it.
If you like the Kardashians, I hope you don’t think I’m judging you. Hah! I have some ladies over in New Jersey and Orange County who I want to eat cotton candy with all the time. I have SUCH a hard time saying no to those gals.
I’ve explained my position to Olivia. Because, I’m Corrie Ten Boom’s protoge, remember?. Corrie Ten Boom doesn’t judge. She doesn’t tell other people how to live. She just follows the path God lays before her, and loves everyone along the way. Christ’s love through Corrie draws people towards her. Towards Him. He changes people through her. It’s beyond her control. Corries friends are on their own paths. She’s not in charge of changing their direction.
I’ll keep loving Olivia, and eventually she’ll leave the Kardashians, because God is calling her there. Yes, I’ll have loved her into it, because that’s what I learned from Corrie Ten Boom. That, or I go bat crap crazy when I hear those Kardashian girls fighting over another dress. Then, I’ll smash the TV in the driveway.
I’m not very good at this, Corrie. I think I need to read the book again.