Biblical Psychology


For anyone venturing here for the first time, the previous two posts were merely to help host pictures to put on other sites. Go further back for actual blogging.

Also, I have a new blog up. This will still be the forum for my theological and personal “rants” and dissertations, don’t worry; but I do have a blog now for my thoughts, insites, revelations, and analyses on the interaction between the Psyhcologies of Human beings and their Maker. I call this “Psychotheology” and I am in the process of formulating the sytematic approach to it to write a book on that topic. This blog is to help create that. Here is the site:

  • www.biblepsych.blogspot.com
  • Make a note, make a bookmark and enjoy. As usual, I welcome thoughts, arguments, insites, and wit from those interested enough to give it. God bless and be edified (I pray).

    –Paul<

    Wow.


    Has it really been that long since I posted last? To anyone that does try to venture here on some semblance of a regular basis, I apologize. There have been several things getting in the way of it:

    (1) School – Exams were recently. I found I pulled another 4.0 for the semester bringing my cumulative to 3.957. That darn single B!!!!
    (2) Work – This has been huge. Because of it, I have lost every bit of a social life, especially the Christians I still hold so close in my heart but not in my life, it seems.
    (3) God – This blog has generally been a place for me to share what God has been doing in my life. Well, one of the reasons I haven’t been posting is that God hasn’t been doing too much. Or rather, I haven’t been looking, I suppose, or doing my duty and discipline.

    I’m having another spiritual slump, but it’s just more like weakness. I’m not steeped in sin over my head, or anything. It’s strange; God’s doing His part. He’s using me, moving me, working through me, even in spite of my lack of fellowship with him right now. I’m struggling a lot with doubt. A lot. I keep asking God for signs. I did always think this was wrong, until I looked thorugh John. MOst everybody in the book of John did not believe until, or only believed as a result of, a “sign” that Jesus did, so God has been telling me, I think, “dude, try Me.” I’ve told God, that I’m going to continue being faithful no matter what – no matter how crazy I think this all may be, no matter how rationalistic my mind starts becoming, no matter how much my faith dwindles, I WILL NOT stop just doing my duty and trusting God to pull through. I can’t. God has certainly seized me to the point that I am in His hand, and though He may give me up to periods of sin and faithlessness, I know He will never let me go. I am forever at his disposal to do with as he pleases. And he is.

    You know what? This reminds me of the story of the Prodigal Son, or rather, the more accurate title should be the story of the Older Son. The MAIN point of that story is when Jesus looks over and uses it to tell the Pharisees (who were complaining about Jesus hanging out with sinners) the same thing the Father told his jealous oler son, “All that I have is yours! You could have been rejoicing and partying it up this entire time because you were here! And now, because you decided not to partake in my joy then of knowing you, you complain now that the sinner that has been forgiven IS taking advantage of it!”

    I feel like the older son/pharisees. God has designed the Christian life to be simple: a reciprocal relationship where God’s ultimate joy is our ultimate joy and our ultimate joy is God’s ultimate joy. It’s kind of strange though, that as I stated above, God is working through me to HIS good pleasure. That means He is still working His will in and through me to His joy while I’m miserable. He keeps telling me, “Paul! Wake up, I’m having a party working in and though you! Come, partake in that with me and fellowship with me!” He is like the ghost of Christmas present: “Come and know me better, man!” That was a great random allusion.

    Can it be that there is this huge storehouse of joy, satisfaction, and contentment just a bible page away? How foolish am I to wallow in the death, destruction, and melancholy of the flesh and world when God Himself holds his hand out to me in love, kindness, power, mercy, and grace, wanting only to share His joy with me, for “His joy is me strength.” Paul, Paul, Paul. At this point in your life when you NEED to be as intimate with God as possible, why do you resist like the foolish human you are? Take hold of the grace allotted to you, and rise up and be the man of God you were meant to be!!!

    I shall end with the prayer I wrote in response to a meditation by John Piper about truly “loving” God:

    “God,
    I fear, I know I love you not as I should – as I need to. My zeal and dedication are there – and always with me. but love? Do I love thee with a fervor which compels my heart and mind and hands and soul and spirit to do only that which glorifies you? Frankly, no. What fear is it that binds my life in this seemingly stagnant state? Fear of being disappointed/disappointing to you and by you. There. I said it. Fan into flame the gift passed down to me from you. I feel you doing it. Continue doing it and make it hurt – to your glory and my joy be all things. I love you”

    –<

    "Extended Engagement" From John Singer Sargent’s "Madame Erraruiz," ver. 2


    What is it can act as deity,
    And cause your blushing lips to turn?
    The art? The artist?

    What romance lies within your thought?
    What word are you about to say:
    “Mine forever”?

    Do you long for one to approach
    And so carefully, delicately,
    Deliberately
    Lightly brush your cheek
    As the single stroke of the brush?

    Do your lips burn from
    The fresh application of the hue
    So as to bring him to you
    And push that bang to the side
    Caress your head in his hand
    And suspend you in disbelief?

    Oh Madame in sublimity,
    Do teach us how we can catch
    A glimpse of One like you just long enough
    To paint a picture for ourselves
    and know we can
    attain that which we seek: to
    feel
    know
    experience
    Love
    Love & Romance as it seems you finally have.

    "Extended Engagement" From John Singer Sargent’s "Madame Erraruiz," ver. 1


    The Wistful, winsome, andwitty,
    A girlish charm in every stroke;
    A touch of gray and bit o’ gold.
    A bashful look in which he took:
    Beauty candid the elder behold.

    Staccato continuity
    Minimalist within thy sweeps
    Maximimalist; in thy pathos.
    Evidences caress thy cheek:
    Hallward’s success still rather close

    at hand to perfect purity.
    Your soul’s quintessence forever known,
    Yet ambiguity reigns here still;
    For coquettishness is ever not
    without source compelling will.

    What is it can act as deity,
    And cause blushing lips to turn?
    What romance lies within your thought?
    Behind your eyes what image runs,
    And is it true or all for naught?

    Oh Madame in sublimity,
    Do teach us how we can catch
    A glimpse of One just long enough
    To paint a picture and know we can
    – feel –
    – know –
    – experience –
    – Love –

    _______ Love & Romance though so tough.

    A Portrait of the Artist as God


    Summer is over. The autumn rains
    Have descended like tears from an invisible god.
    I lie on this rock, the ringing of the isle’s name
    drips off my ear
    along with the stampede of water rushing
    rushing through the silence

    Clothed with beauty,
    I began to understand,
    The source of Jupiter-Zeus
    And begin to form my own mythology
    Within the realm of reality

    I see the personality of the wind
    The fright of the trees
    the whispers of the water
    The art of the sky the song of nature
    My altar erected;
    I now understand

    My heart in one accord, in that which I was made for
    Worship of somethings someone anything
    never nothing
    In hopes of finding joy.

    But,
    As I lie in the midst of beauty’s nature’s beauty
    I grow sad because:
    For although they knew him,
    they did not honor him as such
    or give thanks to him,
    but they became futile in their thinking,
    and their foolish hearts were darkened.

    Claiming to be wise,
    they became fools,
    and exchanged the glory of the immortal for images
    resembling mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles.

    Because they exchanged the truth about him for a lie
    and worshiped and served the creation rather than
    the Creator.

    And I am no different.

    thoughts as I sit under the skylight of my bedroom and it rains . . .


    God is a strange dude.

    He is working something so deep within me, and it hurts so much, but I can’t see what He’s doing. I’ve never experienced this before, be it directly, or vicariously through someone else. It’s like a churning and burning deep deep within me and I can only see the fruits of it occasionally blip up into the natural world. I kinda see one’s relationship with God as a series of stairsteps; as you mature spiritually, you ascend the steps. I feel like right now, God has brought me to a step that is very tall and not as tall as any I have encountered before. In short, God is putting me through a spiritual maturation process that is so vital and so extensive, he has had to take it into His own hands. Does that make sense? (I’m sure it does to all of you good ol’ Charismatic Calvinists out there)

    In any case, whenever God is doing something like this in one’s life, Satan takes this as a chance to bring upon someone His greatest attacks. Thus, this has resulted in making me once more what I seem to be more often than I would like to be: broken, weak, attacked, and (in a word) “unspiritual.” Now, don’t worry, I am not falling into that victim mindset that so many of us fall into. After that night at Church hill (see May 30, 2005 post “just read”), I don’t think I could ever feel so victimized by God and/or Satan as way too many Christians usually do. The American church seems to live in a world that thinks Satan is sovereign and God is fighting a losing battle! Most Christians wouldn’t actually say they believe this, but their actions (and their eschatology) scream this. There is NO condemnation in Christ. One truth that is very comforting but hard to accept that I’ve been dealing with a lot recently is the truth that upon accepting Christ into your life, you are both as close to and far away from God as you will ever be. If our “closeness” to God was based at all upon our actions, it would remove the necessity for his grace at all. I’ve said this before, but we as Christians no linger preach salvation by works, but we are obsessed by sanctification by works. Both are lies of the devil. They are BOTH workings of Christ and Christ alone, not contingent upon our actions, positive OR negative. I see so many people falling into this vicious cycle over and over again of condemnation, stumbling, failure, condemnation, stumbling, and so on and so forth. The issue is we still think it’s a work of our own. Sure we have a responsibility, but the power and ability to make us into Christ’s image falls on God, not us. He “molds us,” and “purges us,” and “causes us to walk in His statutes.”

    The issue is Lordship; how much we accept the sovereignty, power, and authority of God in our lives so that He can mold us as he pleases. All we need to do is submit, and allow Him to work by staying in the Word, in worship, and in fellowship with other believers. If we focus on GOD, not our sin, HE does everything else. As stated above, the real issue is Lordship. In that case, I have arrived at my small little platform for the evening. I am convinced the primary reason we struggle with Lordship is that we think we began the process of it. A couple of unfortunate cliches show this:

    “I made Jesus Lord of my life”
    — Really? I am sure He appreciates YOU making HIM Lord over something as if it wasn’t His in the first place.

    “I found Jesus”
    — Really? He was lost?

    “Make a decision for Jesus Christ today”
    — 1 Corinthians 2:14; “The natural person does not accept the things of the Spirit of God, for they are folly to him, and he is not able to understand them because they are spiritually discerned.”

    We (before salvation) are not ABLE to choose to accept the things of God, including salvation. There must be an effectual change by God in our very wills that causes us to draw near to Him and accept His word which will then build faith within us. If you followed what I said, then you will see the great mystery of this: HE affects our wills to give us the ability to choose that which we could not choose before, but the very work that he does to give us the ability to choose compels us in such a way to choose Him, there is no way a human being can not choose him if He has worked upon them in this way.

    On my last little note, This one truth, though I only spent a short time backing it up and explaining it is the foundation to all things in Scripture. Upon being asked his name, God said that his name was “Yahweh, the Lord” (Exodus 3). Of all his attributes, that which he chose to present as His proper personal name was that of LORD. This should not discourage but rather encourage us. The very fact that He is in Lordship over all things should be the one rock upon we which we build all other things. When we realize salvation, sanctification, evangelism, discipleship, worship, spiritual disciplines, etc. are all nothing more than the natural outflow of our extended realization of Christ’s Lordship in our lives, it makes the Christian life so much more confident, stable, and victorious. So here is my advice to all of broken, bereaved, downtrodden, weak brothers and sisters out there:

    Focus on God, not your sin, and He will take care of the rest. We have the victory over every kind of sin and evil power on this earth, we just need to realize and take a hold of it. The fact that “all authority in heaven and earth has been given to [Jesus]” (Matthew 28:18) is the realization that will set us free to do his will and finally get out minds and focuses off of ourselves and on where Christ commissioned them to be: on the world and the nations therein. So, let’s come together, body of Christ, in unity and power to set the nations free and stop worrying about our own little bit of sanctification, because we are as close to God now as we will ever be.

    “Now may the God of peace himself sanctify you completely, and may your whole spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming our Lord Jesus Christ. he who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:23-24

    “Now to him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you blameless before the presence of his glory with great joy, to the only God, our Savior, through Jesus Christ our Lord, be glory, majesty, dominion, and authority, before all time and now and forever. Amen.” – Jude 24-25

    God Bless as always,

    –Paul<

    p.s. – I will expound on the events that transpired this evening that brought about these musings at a later time, for neither the length of this post nor the time allow me to do so at this time.

    p.p.s. – I must say, squeezable jelly is one of the greatest inventions ever, but the grape is too runny, and the strawberry is not runny enough.

    p.p.p.s. – “Greet all the brothers with a holy kiss.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:26. hey, you can’t argue with the word of God.

    “My Cali Girl?” (a poem)


    Oh, God, I knew it!!

    Right when I stopped seeking
    is right when I would find
    the right one!
    I mean, the right one? Because I don’t know . . .

    First inductee into the club of my infatuation
    So many years ago, but only for a time.
    Shot down once, so I moved right along,
    Losing closeness day by day, week by week, month by month
    Class by class

    But now you’re back-
    But I thought you left!
    Off to see the real sunset and the real ocean,
    And the real you; but nonetheless.

    Strange occurrences accompany this new reacquaintance:

    Images of rings and white
    and things so right
    flood my conscious mind;
    Images of laying and lying
    And praying and dying
    For You:

    A face horizontal caressed by
    sunlight slits through bedroom blinds
    days, years after a honeymoon shared.
    Counting wrinkles day by day
    And counting sheep night by night
    Beside you.

    But the night is dark and hard to see
    Are you the face that will set me free?
    I strain my eyes, while confusion sets in,

    And now you’re coming back, away from real sunsets, and real oceans,
    The real you – Is it a sign?

    Oh God, I don’t know it!

    Copyright© 2005

    I’m not dead!


    For anyone who has come to read any new musings and have been surprised by the sudden influx of poetry, I just want to let you know, I am still alive and not copping out on my blog. I am currently taking a poetry writing class, so I just decided to stick a few poems up for everyone’s leisure. God is truly doing a mighty work within me, so I am certain that fairly sure, more musings on the ways of God will come about, but in the meantime, please enjoy the fruits of the creativity that God has laid on my heart.

    Also, if you don’t like poetry, but need something to read, there are my older posts from last year you could take a gander at; or just check for the last few posts before the poetry started.

    Mem’ries from beside the Water-bed


    Crumpled bed sheets, crumpled life
    Crumpled woman upon the floor
    Another night, another fight
    Her son standing at her door
    Numb and tingling all at the same moment.

    Sobs and sucks of a snot stuffed nose
    Invites the child inside . . .
    To hold her, to love her, when no one else does.
    He can’t even look at her when she cries.

    The tears of mama are salt in the wound
    of his seven or so years of life.
    The smell of her Revlon-colored hair
    Recalls the essence of the source of her pain:

    Quote “marriage” to this weak quote “man”
    Takes happiness from her grasp
    The half-cocked smile of this half-cocked man
    Turns the knife . . .
    ever so slightly. . .

    What comes to mind upon first entrance
    of his face into my thoughts?

    A reed swaying in the breeze
    Dead chaff moving with the forces around it
    Weakness, passivity, and pissed-off pessimism
    Define that which I call “daddy” and what she calls “pain.”

    Sometimes God Doesn’t Just Manifest Himself as a White-Bearded Guy in a Robe Bowling During Thunderstorms


    Church Hill – no where else, God only above;
    His warm arms hold me, His right hand leads me –
    into peace and security and satisfaction and joy.
    The personification and perfection of what is meant by
    Home, what is meant by security, meant by hope, sustenance.
    I feel His hands on my heart, my life, my strife,
    Everything.
    His warm arms surround every part of me.

    But does the child have that?

    In the Big Easy now the Big Difficult,
    Can the arms of mama make the world a better place?
    Will the waters recede at her touch? Only that
    Which flows from his eyes can, will she brush away
    With gentle tender arms, to
    Soothe her sobbing son’s visage: blood-
    Shot eyes peering from the black around.
    Hunger pains. Hunger for Home, Security, Hope, Food.

    Where are the arms of God there
    that hold me so close and dear on my Church Hill of Calvary?

    The arms of God are there in fact,

    with dark, bruised skin,
    a single shirt,
    mud-caked legs,
    tear-stained eyes,
    and pain-shod memories.

    He is there.

    In fact, in a more real way than on that Hill of Church;
    He is in every kiss of nappy head and ashy skin.
    Indeed, both on Church Hill and in those waters,

    there are truly just one set of footprints this day . . .

    “On Fuel & Family, and the Costs Thereof” (a poem)


    The cell burns from within the pocket
    As the needle caresses the crimson “E.”
    Justice questioned of the Almighty God
    Over inevitability.

    Car slows down, it’s time again
    To press the speed dial “8;”
    Re-bridging two worlds, renewing the scab-
    Mom thinks all too late.

    The red of the nylon vivid in hue
    Tied to the basement rafter;
    The blue of the note written on the washer
    Heralding the hereafter;

    The white of the face of dear old dad
    Before kicking the chair from under him;
    The brown of the sheriff ,came just in time,
    To ring the bell and blunder him.

    The images haunt the every thought
    As gas necessitates the call
    $2, $2.07, $2.75, $3
    Causes this one to fall

    Back to memories of screams and fights,
    Of baseball bats and tears.
    OPEC forces one still a child
    To confront his darkest years

    First once a month, then once a week,
    Now once every couple of days.
    Mileage doesn’t mean so much
    anymore. . . .

    Crude incites cruel making distance hit home

    The sins of the father.
    Justification.
    All he’s good at – selfish ways.
    Never really seeking the God of this earth
    The only thing to save him.

    Laying down a family at the altar of his god:
    His excuse, his past, his illness, his, his his
    Never hers
    When she’s deserved it all.

    One desires not to talk about it, one never does. Living away, detached from the reality, still hurting.

    Pain. Pain. Pain. Tears of pain, fulfilling a role one never meant to fulfill:
    surrogate husband to a broken mother.

    Making a man of the child but still hurting her in the process.
    Just . . . don’t . . . know . . .

    Satisfaction and faith in Almighty God
    Restores order to it all.
    My only real Daddy in this entire world,
    No matter “what” I have to call.

    One strange paradox defining my world:
    Joy, satisfaction, abundant life!!
    Amidst all the pain of family hurt –
    The constant signs of strife.

    Provision not the source of belief,
    Rather a recent application.
    The value I hold, for my Lord, my God;
    Mirrors the gas price of this nation. . .

    Copyright© 2005