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    Christianity and Giftedness

    When I was putting together my book The Upside Down World ~ A Book of Wisdom in Progress last summer, I went back and forth and back and forth about including an essay I had originally published here titled “How Being Gifted Means Being Different”. It was one of the most popular posts I had done. And many people had contacted me since I put it up to thank me for writing it. However, it didn’t seem to fit. The book is very grounded in my faith and the post is about being gifted. The two seem incongruent. But every time I went to take it out, there was that little tug that I’ve learned to listen to telling me to leave it be. So I did without really know why it was there. And I’m sure that those who read it wondered what it was doing there as well.

    It wasn’t until some time later that I began to understand why it was there. The fact is that the church as a whole does not do a good job of making room for or embracing those parts of the body which are smarter and more creative than the norm. We see this in those parts of the church which fiercely oppose science and will even claim that those who engage in the work of science are doing the devil’s work. It is present in those who insist that a “plain reading” of scripture is good enough and refuse to consider context, history, translation or any of the other issues which affect the way that we read and understand the text. It shows up in how churches deal with their members who produce art, literature or music. This past fall, I talked with a lot of pastors and uniformly they told me that they have a policy of not supporting the work their creative members produce. (I talked about my frustration with this practice here – The Sheeple Are Leading the Flock.)

    This animosity also floats on a the good number of verses which seem to speak critically of those who are learned or wise over those who are more simple:

    At that very time He [Jesus] rejoiced greatly in the Holy Spirit, and said, “I praise You, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that You have hidden these things from the wise and intelligent and have revealed them to infants. Yes, Father, for this way was well-pleasing in Your sight.” Luke 10:21

    For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in God’s sight. As it is written: “He catches the wise in their craftiness”; and again, “The Lord knows that the thoughts of the wise are futile.” 1 Corinthians 3:19-20

    For it is written: “I will destroy the wisdom of the wise; the intelligence of the intelligent I will frustrate.” i Corinthians 1:19

    Personally I have heard texts like this used with absolute arrogance by those who wish to declare themselves superior in the eyes of God for their narrow-minded, anti-intellectual ways. Which right there is probably a pretty good sign of someone whose relationship with God is a long-distance one, but whatever. The reality is that there often is a deep suspicion of those who are particularly smart or creative in the church. And to a certain extent it’s not hard to understand why. There have always been those scientists that like to loudly declare that their discoveries have somehow eliminated God. And creative types do have a tendency to push boundaries until they are broken and shattered on the floor.

    However, God has clearly purposed that there always be a certain number of people who fall outside of the norms. This may seem like a small issue, but scripture tells us that the church is a body. It needs all it’s members and parts to function properly. The presence of those who are unusually smart or creative is part of God’s provision for the body. Those people are put there for a reason. A church that makes itself an unpleasant, constraining and unwelcome place for those with unusually high abilities to be is actively rejecting part of the provision that God is trying to provide it.

    But if you actually listen to those who are high ability, their stories demonstrate that outside of those places where they are surrounded by other high ability people, they experience an enormous amount of rejection, misunderstanding and poor treatment. And the church is often among the worst offenders. People who have looked seriously at the stories of those who leave the Christian faith always note the prevalence of those who are very smart or artistic or creative types among these stories. And the church’s attempts to constrain and limit activities in which their gifts can find their fullest expression along with unwelcoming, suspicious attitudes are often the culprits.

    I quoted some of the scripture verses that people use to justify their anti-intellectual attitudes above. But as an unusually smart person, I have to say that those verses don’t mean the same thing to me as they might to others. I’m glad that God has left things hidden for me to find. He gave me a brain that thrives and finds pleasure in the seeking, the puzzling and the pondering. That was awful kind of him to provide such provision to me. I’m glad that those things that other intelligent or wise people sometimes arrogantly hold out as the final answers are undermined by God. If what other human minds can conceive of represented the limits of what there is to know and understand, that would be awfully disappointing. As someone who has an irrepressible urge to seek out the novel and new, I’m glad that God is telling me that he’ll continually overturn what has already been put into place by the wise and the learned. I’d be very disappointed if what has already been known or thought was so ironclad that there was nothing left to do but just accept it and move on. I’m also glad that others who don’t share my particular set of peculiarities have also been well provisioned on their way as well.

    Not only do those verses not mean the same thing to me as they do to those who like to quote them against the intellectual and creative, but there are so many other verses which let me know that I and my abnormal brain are welcomed by God. Some of them are the sly, don’t make any sense stories of dishonest stewards or daughter-in-laws posing as prostitutes on the side of the road where what is really being praised is crafty, creative thinking. Many of them are verses that tell me straight out the goodness of exercising the gifts and drives that God has purposes in me:

    The heart of him who has understanding seeks knowledge ~ Proverbs 15:14

    “How long, O simple ones, will you love being simple? How long will scoffers delight in their scoffing and fools hate knowledge” ~Proverbs 1:22

    Give your servant therefore an understanding mind to govern your people, that I may discern between good and evil ~ 1 Kings 3:9

    My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge ~ Hosea 4:6

    The bible itself is an amazing gift to someone with an open, inquiring mind. Last summer there were times that I was stuck in my house with no car, television or internet and had read every book in the house. But although I’ve read it more than once, it’s impossible to pick up the bible and not find something new and interesting to explore. I can open it almost anywhere and find something that makes me think, “that doesn’t make sense. Why is it there? What does it mean?” And off I go.

    And then there’s Jesus. He was like me – not properly trained or credentialed. (“How did this man get such learning without having studied?”) He was always going off by himself to a solitary place – a very strong sign of an introverted personality type. (Introversion tends to be the default position of the highly intelligent.) And his approach to the problems of faith and love were brilliant. Most people don’t fully understand how grounded in the scriptures Jesus’ words were. He hardly said anything that didn’t refer back to something written in the OT. But he used the words of scripture in ways that were novel, creative and challenging to those who (much like many people do today) used scriptures mainly as a weapon and set of rules. When someone tried to trap him – “should we pay taxes to Caesar?” – his answer complete with a visual aid was unexpected and brilliant. Or that time they brought him the woman who had committed adultery. Before answering he bent down and doodled in the dirt. Why? To think, I’m sure. To use that brain he had trained in the traditional Hebrew way of meditation (holding two seemingly conflicting ideas together until the connections and solutions become clear) to find a way not to deny the law but to also demonstrate God’s love and forgiveness. To turn the accusers into the repentant. That’s brilliance at work there. But contrary to the assumptions of some who assume that Jesus just magically knew everything, he stooped down to think. Just like I often do. (The thinking, not the stooping part that is!)

    So in the end, I believe that this is why every time I went to pull that essay on giftedness out, that small movement of the spirit held my hand. Because there is a place for me and others like me who fall outside the norm on the high end of things in God’s kingdom. And it doesn’t require denying or minimizing who he has purposed me to be in the least.

    *Originally posted June 2012. Sorry for another repeat! BTW you should go get a copy of my book. It’s really good. And I need glasses. ;)

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    “You’re so sensitive!”

    “You’re being too sensitive.”

    Oh are those ever familiar words.  All through my childhood they trailed after me like a tin can tied to the end of my shoelaces, with each step in danger of sending it bouncing across the floor.  The sound of those words clanging along behind me made me wince until I could hardly bear to move from my spot any more.  One day, when the strain of being planted in one spot got to be too much for me, I got wise, cut the string and walked away.  For a long time though, the memory of that ugly sound haunted my steps.   But many, many years of freedom from the constant accusation “you’re too sensitive” faded even that away until I was able to move about my world with an ease I had not dreamed was possible back when I was trying to be quiet and still enough not to send that tin can clattering across the floor.

    I am sensitive.  I am very sensitive.  As I explained in the section of my book devoted to part of my spiritual memoir:

    I was the sort of kid who felt bad for the fake Santa’s at the mall when little kids would cry in their laps.  An old woman struggling to pull change out of her coin purse in front of my at the grocery store made me tear up.  If the other kids were teasing the girl from special ed classes who smelled funny and dressed badly, I felt compelled to step in to help her even though that was a great way to find out that I also smelled funny and dressed badly.  If you were someone I actually cared about, an angry word or harsh action could wound me down to the depths of my being.

    Too sensitive – right?  Only being so sensitive isn’t a design flaw in my personality some would make it out to be.  It’s a main feature of my personality, gifted to me by my maker with great love and care.  It’s the source of all my other giftings.  It’s the reason that I, a white, upper-middle class college girl from the suburbs could go into a juvenile prison and have conversations about God and love and pain and healing with young, minority criminals from the violent projects of Chicago.  Because feelings are the same no matter who you are or what you have been through.  If we have nothing else in common, we are all connected by the experiences of pain and joy and betrayal and fear.  Being sensitive is the reason I knew how to parent a baby so challenging that even my own dear mother dreaded having to watch him for more than a very short time.  He was just doing on the outside what I had often felt on the inside.  So I taught him the lessons I had learned from being such a sensitive person and he will never need to know what it’s like to feel badly simply for being the emotional, sensitive person God made him to be.

    It is a gift to be so sensitive.  Because emotions work like curtains pulled open and closed by a cord; as far as they are pulled in one direction, they are be pulled in the other direction as well. The same sensitivity that makes me so vulnerable to hurt also allows me to be open to the joy, peace and wonder that flow with abundance through the simplest parts of everyday life.  In the middle of some misery, I can know that as deep as my suffering is in that moment, that’s how high the joy waiting for me later will be.  Even in my deepest despair, I can hardly avoid experiencing the pull of a child’s love, or the beauty of nature or the pleasure of singing leading me out again.

    I remember years ago a dear friend telling me, “you don’t have to be afraid of your feelings.  They can’t physically hurt you, you know.”  In my head I knew she was right, of course.  But my heart was horrified.  “Oh you foolish woman.  If you understood the strength of my feelings you would know that they could kill me.”  Which simply shows that a sensitive heart must also be a well-trained heart if it is to survive.  But people who say, “you’re too sensitive” don’t know how to help a child learn to tame and train their wild hearts.  So, I sought out every scrap of wisdom, knowledge and understanding I could find to teach myself to live in peace.  The things I write on this blog are often my attempts to share some of the fruits of that quest with anyone who wants them.

    Call me too sensitive if you wish.  But I know that I am sensitive like the finest aviator watch that uses the motions of the adventurer wearing it in unlikely places to keep its own tiny, perfect gears moving in sync.  I am sensitive like a flower that responds to sunlight and opens or a bird that senses danger and flies away long before it arrives.  It is not easy being so sensitive, but even that simply drives me deeper into the arms of divine Love.  Because I am exquisitely sensitive.  Just like God made me to be.

    hardlifecovercover*I have an appointment to jam Christmas music and do some baking with 3 lovely girls today, so I’m being lazy and recycling this post from Nov. 2011 for y’all. My sister Shannon told me it was her favorite when I first posted it, so it must be good. I hope you enjoy it as well. And btw, today is the last day to get free super saver shipping for Christmas delivery on The Upside Down World’s Guide to Enjoying the Hard Life and The Upside Down World ~ A Book of Wisdom in Progress (the one which contains my spiritual memoir as well as poetry, stories and other material – most of it not available here on the blog).

  • reason_faith

    Christianity and Giftedness

    When I was putting together my book The Upside Down World ~ A Book of Wisdom in Progress last summer, I went back and forth and back and forth about including an essay I had originally published here titled “How Being Gifted Means Being Different”. It was one of the most popular posts I had done. And many people had contacted me since I put it up to thank me for writing it. However, it didn’t seem to fit. The book is very grounded in my faith and the post is about being gifted. The two seem incongruent. But every time I went to take it out, there was that little tug that I’ve learned to listen to telling me to leave it be. So I did without really know why it was there. And I’m sure that those who read it wondered what it was doing there as well.

    It wasn’t until some time later that I began to understand why it was there. The fact is that the church as a whole does not do a good job of making room for or embracing those parts of the body which are smarter and more creative than the norm. We see this in those parts of the church which fiercely oppose science and will even claim that those who engage in the work of science are doing the devil’s work. It is present in those who insist that a “plain reading” of scripture is good enough and refuse to consider context, history, translation or any of the other issues which affect the way that we read and understand the text. It shows up in how churches deal with their members who produce art, literature or music. Continue reading »