Western Culture vs. Jesus’ Culture

 

Everything on this earth has a weakness.  Politicians seem to like to be in sex scandals and do things with money that would send me to prison.  That seems to be a common weakness for that kind of personality.  We’ll get back to this.

 

Western culture” is a term used to describe the massive group of cultures that have shared the same influences, which generally began in Europe.  It is defined—among several other things—by individualism (individual freedom), a preference for democracy (individual political freedom), capitalism (economic freedom), and a heavy Christian influence, which includes the Enlightenment, the Holy Roman Empire, and the Reformation.

 

The Reformation was (in theory) also about freedom.  Religious freedom.  That, and, cleaning up a bunch of corrupt leadership.  In the end, it wasn’t really much of a “reformation” as it was a “schism”, but the idea was that no man could make or break your relationship with God.  That was between you and God, and no priests allowed!  Especially that dang pope!

 

(Read that last bit in an ornery voice, because most of those Reformation guys were fairly ornery—and that’s putting it uber-mildly.)

 

Anyhow, everything has a weakness.  Well, the weakness in our individualist Western culture is undoubtedly:

 

 Selfishness. 

 

As consumers, we are used to being marketed to.  As voters, we are used to being…well…marketed to.  The political theories are all about freedom.  Heck, America was started because a bunch of wanna-be capitalists didn’t like paying some other guy’s taxes!  They wanted to have their say in the process.

 

Now, if you’re American, you’re probably not familiar with an unbiased look at American history, but let’s face it:  we stole our land from the Native Americans, we stole Florida from Spain, and we stole the entire western half of our nation from Mexico (who had stolen it from some other Native Americans).  Ever heard of Manifest Destiny?  It’s basically a ridiculous excuse for selfishness on a national level, that blames God for why we get to have everything our way.

 

In other words:  it’s all about me!  I get what I want, when I want, and everyone else should bend to accommodate my needs!

 

Other, non-western, cultures aren’t nearly as “me” centered.  People study this, believe it or not.  They listen to politicians in Asia, who use words like “we” and “our”.  In the west, the “you” and “I” count is through the roof compared to them.

 

So, let’s look at Jesus, and see how reading his teachings through the lens of Western culture might—just might—affect how you understand what he’s saying.

 

Read Matthew 7:3-5.  The thing about taking the plank out of your own eye.

 

Now, I have it on good authority (mine) that if you try to correct a westerner about something, the common response is, “Don’t you judge me!” (insert z-snap here).

 

Then, if you try to say, “I’m not judging you, but Jesus said we can know about other people by looking at the fruit of their lives.”, they’ll inevitably whip out Matthew 7 to prove that you shouldn’t “judge” them.

 

Because in the West, “it’s all about me”.  I don’t like being told what to do.  I can do whatever I want.  No man can tell me what to do.  Only God can judge me (we miss you 2-Pac!…sort of…).

 

Did I mention that Jesus wasn’t from America?

 

Obviously, Jesus wasn’t saying, “You can’t correct anyone ever for any reason, unless you’re perfect first.”  But that’s what would-be corrected people try to say if you do.  Believe me.  There’s a reason Jaime Pressley yells “Don’t you judge me!” all the time in My Name is Earl.

 

But Jesus clearly wasn’t saying that, because he also said things like Matthew 7:15-20—that’s right:  it’s in the same chapter!  Or Matthew 18:15-20.

 

Now, if you read that NON-WESTERN teaching in Matthew 7, and try to understand its NON-WESTERN context, it makes a lot more sense.

 

Our cultural lens is not the best one for reading the Bible, because the Bible is a collection of definitely Non-Western writings.  Not to mention their antiquity.

 

Once again, a reminder:   Jesus =/= an American

 

So, if a non-westerner were to read this, they might ask, “How can we apply this verse to ourselves?” or, “How does this teaching apply to our group?”

 

At that point, common sense prevails, and the obvious teaching becomes obvious once again:

 

You can correct people, and help them, and guide them through their problems, just as long as you don’t have the same exact problem in a massive, unrepentant, hypocritical way.

 

In other words:  don’t hold a lit cigarette and lecture someone about smoking.

 

That’s it.

 

My point isn’t to teach a verse though, my point is to raise awareness that our Western weakness is selfishness.  We are so self-centered, and ethno-centered, that we repeatedly have a blue-eyed Jesus…

 

Jeremy

Plank Pullin – The one where vlogging is hard.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

Y’all, today is supposed to be plank pullin day.  And I’ll still put the linky at the bottom in case you’re feeling especially masochistic, but can I be honest?  I don’t have a revolutionary plank again this week.

 

But I’m definitely not a perfectly refined soul.  So, to prove it, I’m going to share something with you.  What the vloggers don’t want you to know…

 

Vlogging is a torturous, multipe-take endeavor.  Really, it’s horrible. 

 

Well, for me, at least.  Maybe there are some ninja vloggers out there who hit record and then blather a masterpiece.  But not this chicka.  Do you know how many vlogs I’ve attempted?  I’ll put it this way: more than I’ve actually published.  I usually use and abuse my flip mini cam until I’ve drained the battery and then I give up.

 

So, in an odd bid for transparency, (maybe I’m trying to earn my “Nitty Gritty” hsba nomination?) I decided to give up, and just show you the crap.  My guitar playing is atrocious as usual in this little number, rapidly declining in skill until I finally just … well, you’ll see.

 

For your entertainment – my crap.

 

-Jessica



Plank Pullin – The one where I don’t pull a plank.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

It’s hard to believe we’ve been doing this public Plank Pullin thing for more than 7 months, now.  I really think that doing this every. single. week has helped me to grow quite a lot this year.  Confessing your biggest failure each week forces you to have to repent of your own crappiness and pray to God to renew and refine this stinkin, selfish, wad of humanness.

 

And you know what?  It’s been working, y’all.  Having to deal with my less than perfectness in a public way each week has stopped me from festering some of my stubbornness and bitterness when dumb junk happens and guess what?  I find myself having less planks each week.  Which sounds like a good thing, right?

 

But it leaves me with a weird bloggy guilt complex.  Technically, it means I’m growing closer to God and closer to someone who reflects His goodness and anti-plankyness.  But … it makes for terrible writing.

 

I actually had some emotional, dramatic, and (in my little ole opinion) unfair circumstances crop up this week.  But because of how I’ve been learning to rely on God’s Spirit to work in me, I handled it way better than I would’ve in the past.  Again, good for me.  Good for God.  Good for the other party.  Boring for the blog.

 

Oh well.  I guess if someone has to get the short end of the plank, it might as well be the blog.

 

Not that I’m saying I’m perfect, obviously.  Just that my planks are rather small lately.  Splinters, mostly.  Yeah, I’m still not a perfectly patient and humble servant of my family all of the time.  I still don’t have a lot of discipline or self-control in the how-much-i-love-food department.  I still think less than kind things about people in my brains.

 

But I am learning how to empty me of me and be filled with God’s spirit.


-Jessica

Plank Pullin – The one where the kids are driving me crazy.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

Y’all, I’ve been having one of those weeks where I don’t know WHAT is wrong with the Wild Things.  And, to make matters worse, I don’t take any of my own advice from that book I wrote that one time.  I’m impatient, I don’t listen, I react, I fuss, I threaten … and I fail.  Cause those things don’t work.

 

All the more reason to finally follow through on the Parenting Wild Things Chapter Challenges soon.  I think starting next week I’ll be chronicling one challenge a week until every challenge has been challenged.  Eight chapters equals eight weeks, btw.   I’ll most likely be posting the challenges to the Parenting Wild Things site, but I’ll make sure to link over here for you guys every week, too.

 

I need something to keep me accountable, y’all.  So I don’t forget to embrace the rumpus.

 

-Jessica

 



Plank Pullin – The one where I’m a bad blogger.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

I don’t know if you know, but there’s such a thing as blogging etiquette, y’all.

 

You’re supposed to reply to comments on your own posts … leave comments on the posts of your friends … occasionally visit the blogs of people who are regularly commenting on your own blog … @reply tweet at least as often as you @tweet … participate in the blogging related facebook groups that you’re a part of … and read posts other than just your own on other websites that you write for .

 

And I’ve done round about none of the above all summer. 

 

The reasons are two-fold. A) It was summer.  I was in a hammock. B) I was burnt out, y’all.

 

Social media can be exhausting/draining, and it’s quite the balance for us online writers to precariously perch on.  Twitter moves as fast as a flippin freight-train, Facebook is just depressing most of the time, and there are about 1.2 billion blogs in the world.

 

It all starts out so simple, this social media thing.  You friend your high school buddies on facebook.  One of them shares the link to something called a “blog”.  You start following that one blog religiously.  You find a link there to a second blog and start following it, too.  It’s a breeze to keep up with because, after all, it’s only 2 blogs, right?

 

And then 2 turn into 200.  And you’re scared to enter into conversations on twitter because the stupid train won’t stop long enough for you to get on.  And you don’t even want to read other peoples words anymore.  Words start to lose meaning.  You start to desire the simple beauty of the sunlight as it shines through a leaf, or the purest comedy of a squirrel chasing his frenemy.

 

Okay, have I whined enough yet?  :)

 

So, to be honest, this plank isn’t quite as planky as most because I don’t think it’s necessarily a sin.  Life ebbs and flows and you gotta be like all kinds of watah to survive the rapids. (<-bad attempt at poetry)  The truth of the matteh is, I had to pull back for awhile and be filled with God, his creation, his beauty, his spirit, his truth, and his word.  So, this is sort of an awkward not-apology sort of apology.

 

BUT, I have a feeling that soon and very soon I’ll be a better blog visitor and commenter y’all, so don’t give up on me.  After all, my hammock time sadly diminishes in the winter…



Plank Pullin – The One Where I’m a Stubborn…

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear yet, I’m not so perfect in the perfection department, y’all.  And I’ve been having to fight letting those true, flawed colors shine this week.

 

Here’s the thing – I am both extremely stubborn and a quitter.  It’s a really unfortunate combination.  I’m not the good kind of stubborn.  The kind that puts her nose to the grind and stays with the job or what-have-you until it’s done, no matter what.  No, I’m more like the ass donkey kind of stubborn.  The one that says, “Screw you, I’m not gonna do that job even if you try to put a muzzle on me and pull.”

 

Which leads me to point numero 2: I’m super anti-confrontational.

 

“But Jessica”, you’re probably thinking, “you confront all sorts of hard issues on your blog.  A coward wouldn’t do that.”  To which I would reply, “Um, chyeah, that’s exactly what a coward would do.  Type my thoughts up about something in a room by myself with no one here to look me in the eye and contest me.”

 

Which brings me to point numero 3: I’m trying to be more confrontational (in the completely healthy sense).

 

I’ve too often let my feelings about a situation boil under the surface and never ever tell the other person, until I just drift away from that person and situation with bitter, resentful feelings.  And I’m thinking that’s not so smart.  So I’m trying to learn to, respectfully, go to people when I think an issue is worth discussing.

 

Which brings us to this week, when I actually attempted the above.

 

And it didn’t go how I wanted. You know, with the other party saying, “Oh, yes, you are 100% right and I’ll make an attempt to rectify that situation immediately.”  Actually, I was prepared for more of a “Well, I 40% see your point, and I will consider it.”  But, in the end, I felt like I got an “I 100% disagree and will take no action.  Period.”

 

This was all discussed respectfully, but even so, the inner donkey in me started to bray the crap out of the space in between my two ears, y’all.  Which brings us to my inner quitter. “Fine!”, I want to say.  “Well, then I’m not going to fill-in-the-blank anymore!  So take that!  *raspberries* ”

 

Have I mentioned to you guys how rully mature I can be sometimes?

 

Sigh.

 

I’m afraid this is one of those weeks when I can identify the plank, but even when I pull it, I just manage to leave splinters behind.   What about you guys?  Have you been more successful at plank removal than me this week?



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-Jessica

 

Plank Pullin – The One Where I Parent My Husband In Parenting

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

So, have you noticed how often my planks are related to my children or my husband?  Welp, that’s because they pretty much make up all of my life, y’all.  So they’re the people I screw up with the most.  Such is life. And this week is no different.

 

Now, this isn’t actually something I’ve had a problem with this week so much as a problem I’ve had for 10 years and have been concentrating harder on rectifying recently. I don’t even know what to call it, so I’ll just describe it to you: When my husband is parenting in a way that I think is wrong or too harsh, I step in.   I attempt to do so gently, but I can’t stop myself from trying to diffuse the situation.  I want to help him get some perspective, or step in and take over so that he’s relieved of the situation that has him frustrated.  And, in the heat of the moment, not knowing what else to do, I usually end up saying the phrase, “Be nice.”  I don’t say it in a disrespectful way, but it’s become my nagging catch phrase.  As if saying those two words will switch a magic patience light switch within him.

 

Sigh.

 

The thing is, I do a whole lot of the same stuff. I lose my temper and get frustrated and am more harsh than I need to be sometimes.  And he never steps in and tries to correct me.  Ever.  To be honest, I wish he would (lovingly, of course).  I wish that, seeing how thin my patience is worn, he would step in and be the good guy and give me the break I need.  I guess that’s another reason why I’m always stepping in trying to be the good guy when he’s the one stressed.

 

But even though I say I don’t do these things disrespectfully, I know he still feels disrespected when I do it.  Like I’m disrespecting this authority, perhaps.  Which only makes him more agitated.   And I think I need to step back.  Especially since I have a serious plank in the issue considering that I act too harshly sometimes with the Wild Things – and it’s so easy to resent the person pointing out your speck when you know they do the same thing.

 

So, I’m making an effort to hold back the mama bear inside of me and work harder to be the parent I want both of us to be.  Because here’s the thing (and disclaimer, y’all) – he’s not abusing the Wild ThingsThe Wild Things are safe and live in a healthy environment with two loving parents. So I’ma thinkin that I need to calm down!

 

If the last 10 years has taught me anything about this situation it’s that my version of “helping” only exasperates the situation.  Um, and that’s not helping!  And he doesn’t need me to tell him when he’s slipped.  We all know when we slip.  I know I am acutely aware every time I feel like I’ve failed to be the loving parent I desire for my children and I don’t need him rubbing my face in it.

 

So I am even more literally than usual pulling this plank.  (Which, in large part, means being the change I want to see)  After all, I’ll be able to see a whole lot better with it gone so that I can help him with his speck, am I right?

 

 

-Jessica

 



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Plank Pullin – The one where I’ve been looking to man instead of God.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

I have had very little faith this past year, y’all.  I write about faith, and I talk about faith, but in practice I haven’t had a lot of faith recently.

 

A lot of you know that our family has felt called for a few years now to be transplanted to South Asia.   It’s not something I talk about or elaborate on a whole lot around here.  But it’s the burning desire of our hearts.  And it leaves us feeling restless, impatient, confused, tired, and angry.

 

It’s so easy to fall back in the mentality of, “So few people are even willing to go, why won’t “they” send us?!”

 

Who are “they”, you ask?  Men.  Organizations.  Institutions.  We’ve run our course with more than one.

 

And so we’ve landed in this place recently of, “Oh well.  There’s no way we can go.  Men have deemed us unworthy and we can’t go without the approval of men.”

 

We’ve tried to formulate new, state-bound plans of what we’ll do next in life, like go back to school, or move to a new city … but no path feels right.  Because our home feels thousands of miles away somewhere on a Himalayan mountain.  We know that’s where we’re supposed to be.

 

But as I’ve been seeking God this year and begging him to teach me to pray and teach me how to follow him and be filled with his Spirit, He’s been bringing me more and more to a place of trust and faith. I’ve realized it’s been very small-minded of me to think that God isn’t more powerful than man-made institutions.  And I’ve been reading over a little book of big faith about Mr. George Muller

 

So that’s what I’m doing.  I’m praying.  I’m praying for the initial cost of getting there and I’m praying for monthly provision once we’re there.  And I don’t know where any of that is going to come from, though I feel fairly clearly that it’s not going to come from an institution but from individual believers who listen to the Spirit.

 

I have had very little faith in man to provide up until now.  But I am stepping out in faith and expecting God to do amazing things.

 

Because He is amazing.

 

-Jessica

 




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Plank Pullin – The one where I fail to take my own advice.

 

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

First off, can I just say that I love this series?  It has for real affected my life for the less planky and I love the accountability it brings.  It’s slightly to very uncomfortable and it involves taking a long hard look in the dirty mirror.  And I realize that’s probably why it will never be a viral hit in the blogging world.  Plank Pullin is probably the hardest meme out there that I know of right now.  It takes a lot of humility and bravery and I’d just like to say you guys who do participate are awesome.  So there.

 

Well, as usual, my plank this week is about me tripping over my own foot and/or tongue.  Blast that tongue!

 

I found myself in the position of giving advice to a couple of friends who were having trouble in the last week or so.  And I found myself repeatedly telling them that the best thing they could do was to be quiet.  Stop talking about how upset or hurt they were by the other person.  Stop responding every time the other person said something.  ”I don’t care what they say”, I said.  ”Even if they say something irrational, or unfair, or flat out wrong, just don’t reply.  The only power you have is to be quiet.”  ”Jesus didn’t retaliate”, said Jessica-the-wise.  ”Build a good reputation so that when people slander you they look foolish” I said.

 

Well, you know how you can’t learn a new language without using it?  Yeah, I think God made a point with me this week that the same goes for the language of love.  So in danced a situation that gave me the opportunity to walk my talk.

 

Needless to say, I pretty much failed.  In my defense (because we all like to defend ourselves, don’t we?)  I didn’t yell, or curse, or name-call or anything crazy.  But I should’ve been quiet.  I should’ve recognized that there’s a time and place for everything and that wasn’t the time or place for that particular conversation.  And I definitely should’ve remembered the semi-golden rule : “When people are upset, they can’t hear you.  So shut up.”  Re-explaining yourself, no matter how rationally, doesn’t work if the other person is agitated.  And I know this.  But sometimes it’s just. so. hard to stop talking.  Am I right?

 

Sigh.  Consider this plank pulled.


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Plank Pullin – The one where my annoyance is an open book.

It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.

 

Hi, I’m Jessica.  Please feel free to judge me by my cover.  Cause it’s fairly accurate.


Y’all, I am super not good at hiding my annoyance.  Whether it’s with my husband or in a group setting, if I’m unhappy

I disrespects you.

with the opinions in the room, it’s plain as day on my face.   I roll my eyes (though not too dramatically … ), I sigh loudly,  I find ways to completely ignore the discussion at hand by fiddling with something.

 

Yeah.  It’s blatantly obviously when I don’t respect the topic at hand, or the person doling it out.  Graceful, no?

 

I don’t necessarily do this on purpose.  I’m just not good at hiding  my displeasure.  For reals.  I guess I don’t have a happy-face mask.  Usually, I don’t even realize I’m sighing, or whathaveyou, until Husband points it out.  And then I’m like, “Oh?  I was?”.

 

Sigh.

 

I know it’s something that I need to be more intentional about getting under control.  Because, let’s face it, I’m not going to agree with everyone’s opinions, theology, methods, or … stupidity.  But I need to at least be able to handle that without my B face.  I’m pretty sure Jesus probably said something about that somewhere.

 

Verily verily I say unto you, save your B faces for the mirror. Amen.



 

-Jessica