Secular + Sacred Part 3

Thanks to those of you who have sent me encouraging comments, texts and emails regarding this series in particular. The time you take to give a kind word in turn speaks volumes. Before I share part 3, here are some things I've been persuing . . . 

Part III

My heart was crusty and grey, unable to escape the guilt and pressure to be more, give more, serve more, read more and pray more. I was forever frustrated as I tried to walk the line between secular and sacred. "What is the secular and the sacred?" you might ask. It's a dangerous dichotomy and if I could put it on paper it would look something like this . . .

Secular : work, sports, entertainment, art, science, education, creation, psychology

Sacred: Church, Bible studies, small groups, counseling, worshipful music, overseas missions

This list is by no means extensive. I chose common topics in evangelical circles however, similar patterns can be spotted all over the place, in most western circles, as we have been heavily influenced by the ancient Greek philosophy that separates spirit from material. Little did you know . . . Plato and Aristotle ARE in fact relevant to your everyday life. 

What does that mean? We have divided our lives into two different categories, The Secular and The Sacred or The Spiritual and The Material. It's not that the secular/material is bad, it's just not as important. A churchy word for this might be, "purposeful." The sacred/spiritual things are simply more "purposeful" than their secular/material counterparts. 

You could pursue your creative endeavor but what does it have to do with eternity and lost souls? You could major in poetry but "in the light of eternity," it seems rather pointless and empty. You could advocate for unfairly treated farmers and animals but the gardens and beasts don't really matter in the long run. You could go to basketball camp but church camp is a time to be with Jesus. I personally know a very gifted artist who was challenged with this, "if you choose your art over ministry, you're ignoring your calling."

This kind of thinking, though I could not pinpoint why, slowly numbed my heart. Raw and soft it was no more. Until a rainy Sunday. A musty room. My wet shoes. And liturgy. Until heaven met earth. Until dodgy tradition became magic and men (men!) were standing up for orphans. Then. In the beginning. Shalom and the sweet smell of a forever garden. A call to cultivate, produce, engage and build. A call to rise and plant and raise and groom. No, this was not a call to unplug from the everyday in hopes of being "more purposeful." This in fact was a call to plug our cords into every instrument here on earth and play the sweetest music our souls allowed. A song that all might hear and wonder no more.