Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Who is a Real African American?
In our family we are often teaching the concept that ‘you say what you mean and mean what you say’.  We say this in the context of reminding our kids that if they tell another person they are giving them a toy, they don’t get to later take the toy back.  We also say it to remind them that it is important to be clear in the words that they choose.  For instance, they might say something like, “Will you get me a drink, please?”  So I get them some water, and they say, “I didn’t want water I wanted milk!”
Good communication is hard enough, let’s make sure at the very least we are using the correct words.  I say ‘say what you mean and mean what you say’ a lot because I want things to actually mean what the words are saying.  If they don’t, I want the words to change to be more accurate.  Language can be a fine tool, let’s use it with precision and not as a blunt instrument.
I think about this most often in the usage of the term ‘African American’.  The first word is a word indicating that someone is from Africa and of course the second implies the same from America.  The problem is this term is used for people with black skin whose ancestors one to ten generations ago came to America.  The woman visiting from Nigeria is referred to as an African American by a journalist.  The woman is by definition African but not American.  The white man from South Africa who holds dual citizenship with South Africa and the U.S. should be called an African American or an American African.  The problem is the term African American has been so misused that if I referred to this man as African American people would believe I was talking about a black man.  Most likely, they would believe that I was talking about black American man descended from slaves who had himself never stepped on African soil.
Why has this happened?  When I was a child my grandmother would refer to Negros.  I was not able to distinguish this term from the ugly word nigger and thought she was saying something terrible.  Being the all-knowing child I was I was quick to tell her she should not say that.  I blush with embarrassment to think that I corrected her, especially now that I am grown and cannot remember her making one disparaging comment about black people.  Anyway, there has been a progression of acceptable terms.  I believe it went in this order: negro, colored, black, and now African American.  In other parts of the world some of those terms are still used.  My friend from South Africa tells me ‘black’ is used to describe dark skinned Africans and ‘colored’ is used to describe brown skinned Africans.
I did a quick search and found that I am not the only one who prefers the term black over African American.  What a relief!  It is hard always feeling like the lone person with a certain opinion.  The following are two articles making the same point but from different vantage points than myself.
Going back to why we use the term African American.  John H Mc Whorter of the first article implies it was Jesse Jackson that set this term out to keep it in the forefront of our minds that their ancestors were brought against their will to American, yet they have accomplished much since then.
I think when white people use this term, there are other reasons.  It is certainly not because it rolls off the tongue.  You have to be intentional to use it.  I think white people who use it, do so in a sense to communicate he or she is a sensitive white person who is not racist against black people.  This is not the conscious thought, but it is there nonetheless.  Or as Mr. McWhoter says he did, they do it because everyone else did.
Anyway, I continue to use the word black, because I find it to be the most accurate.  Sometimes the situation calls for more precision and I say black American.  
As I hold out over the years, there will likely be a newer more acceptable term developed, and then I will be two terms behind.  My all-knowing grandchildren will then have the privilege of correcting their grandmother, who they will never hear saying a disparaging remark about another’s race, in the correct way to refer to a black person. 

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Thank Me
I frequently find myself saying, “Thank you Mommy for making this meal for us.  Thank you Mommy for doing our laundry for us.  Thank you Mommy for taking us to the park today.”, etc.  I am actually not speaking to my mother when I say these things, though she did deserve these thanks when she was alive.  I am saying these phrases to my children.  It has become a parenting strategy for me of late when my kids get into an ungrateful mood where they like to express how life is not meeting their expectations.  We’ve done this enough that my kids know when I start saying the thank you Mommys their job is to repeat the phrases after me.
While I do appreciate being appreciated, that’s not what this is about.  I don’t need their thank yous to feel good about myself.  It is about training my children to SEE what they DO have to be thankful for. 
Some of you out there are thinking that this is ridiculous.  “You are not going to change your kids’ heart by making them say something over and over.”  That point sounds right in theory, but it is just not correct in reality.  
In Psychology there is a concept called cognitive dissonance.  The principle is that you cannot continue in a pattern of behavior that you do not believe in.  People who believe something to be immoral, but continue to engage in that behavior will eventually come to believe that what they are doing is not immoral.  It goes the other way around as well.  If you don’t like someone but commit to treat them as someone you do like, your feelings about that person will eventually change.  Basically, emotion follows action.  
Of course it was not modern Psychology that figured this out.  Cognitive Dissonance it just a restatement of principles already in the Bible.  Regardless, the point is sometimes we just have to behave our way into feeling the way we want to feel. 
You’re wondering if my kids within a few minutes have transformed attitudes.  Sometimes yes.  Sometimes just the words coming out of their mouths really does remind them how ridiculous it is for them to be ungrateful.  Other times their hearts are slower to change, likely because these are the times my tone is hard and impatient as I’m going through the thank you mommys.  But as we continue in this process we are all more quickly catching ourselves in our grumpy, unthankful moments and replacing those words with words of gratefulness.
One thing that makes me crazy is that often the thank you mommy exercises are required the most on days that are particularly fun kid days, days that it should be the most natural and easy for the kids to be thankful.  It’s like getting something we want just feeds the monster inside us that believes we should get EVERYTHING we want.  This past Saturday was one of those days.  So my response was to gripe to my husband that no matter how much fun stuff we do with the kids they can never just be thankful, they always want more.  As I’m being ungrateful for my ungrateful kids I have a brief moment of recognition.  I recognized myself.
God many times in scripture tells us to praise him and thank him.  For many years I found this off-putting and boring.  Is he sitting around just waiting for those who love him to say all these great things to him about him?  Does his ego need that?  Of course not!  So why does he do this?  Because he loves us!  (I will transition to first person singular so I only step on my own toes here.)  I’m his precious child.  He loves me enough not to leave me as the immature, selfish person that I am.  I’m so foolish that I often don’t realize that I’m happier and can see life more clearly when I’m thankful and have my eyes focused on God.  Please don’t misunderstand me, I don’t want my happiness to be the aim, I want loving God to be the aim.  Again (as discussed in previous posts), happiness is often a by-product of putting God in His proper place at the center of everything.  When I put myself at the center of the universe, inevitably I’m unhappy and ungrateful.  Life just doesn’t make sense with me at the center in the same way charting the stars didn’t make complete sense until it was recognized that Earth was not at the center of the universe but the sun was.
So as a parent, I comprehend why God repeatedly tells me to love him, praise him, thank him.  Just as saying thank you doesn’t come without being taught to children, I too have to be taught what doesn’t come natural to me by God my Father.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Does Your Marriage Make You Happy?
Is marriage supposed to make you happy?
Maybe the better question is ‘should I seek for marriage to make me happy?’.  “Of course!”, you say.  
Yeah, I don’t think so.  Again, just like my post yesterday about our aim being off, I think we are shooting for the wrong target when we aim for happiness.  The aim should be pleasing God.  I will use the word holiness (meaning set apart for God) for this idea.  
Do you see the difference?  One is about you and the other is about God.  They both seem like good objects, but only one is the best.  In case you are unclear, God is the best not you.
What do I mean by holiness?  Well, the fact is marriage is tough business.  It roughs you up.  Anyone with half an ounce of humility will tell you that marriage quickly reveals your selfishness.  If you are seeking happiness, you will easily find a way to justify your selfishness, because your spouse is just not making YOU happy!  And in time, you will find that YOU just aren’t happy in your marriage.  On the other hand, suppose the same thing happens to someone who is seeking holiness.  The same selfishness initially rares its ugly head and considers what the other person should be doing to fix this thing that is making you unhappy, but then the Holy Spirit gently reminds us “submit to one another out of reverence to Christ” (Eph. 5:21), “overcome evil with good” (Rom. 12:21), “a gentle answer turns away wrath” (Prov. 15:1), “love your neighbor as yourself” (Lev. 19:18), go the extra mile (Matt. 5:41), “the wife must respect her husband” (Eph. 5:33),  “husbands, love your wives” (Eph 5:25) etc.  Quickly, it becomes evident that to please God we must die to our selfish nature.  
So is happiness a bad thing to want?  No.  I just don’t know that it should be the end goal.  Think of it more as a side effect.  I can’t promise you that if you live to please God in your marriage you will be happy.  What I can say is countless people will tell you when they stopped trying to make themselves happy and sought a higher goal for their marriage they actually became happy in their marriage.  Please don’t misunderstand.  This is not a magic pill, overnight thing.  You are going to have to live it and live it for a while.  Dying to yourself is not easy.  But anything worth having is not easy.  Aim for the highest goal in your marriage; aim for holiness.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Don’t Be A Good Witness
I have heard many times growing up in the Christian world that I need to be a good witness.  Or that something like drinking is a bad witness.  But I say forget that.  Don’t be a good witness. . . or at least don’t let that be your aim.  Where in the Bible are we told be a good witness?  I can’t find it anywhere.  This aim falls short of the greater aim of loving God with all of who we are.  Sometimes, it goes the completely wrong direction altogether.
“How can it bad to be a good witness?” you say.  I understand this question.  Maybe you even acknowledge that the goal is not high enough, but certainly not bad.  But it is.  It is a subtle but profound transition that takes God from being the object to man.  
In loving God, He is the object.  It is Him and Him alone I seek to love, please and pour my affection out to.  It is my Father I consult to determine whether something is right or wrong.  
In living to be a good witness, it is man that I am trying to please.  It my perception of what man at large views as good that I consult to discern whether a choice is good or not.  
While my understanding of Him is growing, God Himself is constant, unchanging.  He is truth, eternal truth.  He is my steady measuring stick.  Man on the other hand is fickle.  Mankind’s views of what is good changes with the seasons or location or any other number of factors.  At the end of the day, what may constitute a good witness for my next door neighbor may not be the makings of a good witness to my co-worker.
I hear some of you thinking, “but what about Paul saying we should be all things to all people?”.  Fair question.  Yes we should be willing to step into different worlds and experience them and enjoy them and be part of them in order to love and reach the people who make up those worlds.  But still, when it comes down to determining how we should live, what is right or wrong, or good or better, we must not consult the people we are trying to reconcile to Christ, but Christ Himself.
Still there are those who think it not bad to strive to be a good witness because at least it is moving in the right direction.  How do we know it is the right direction if the mark is moving with the spirit of the times?  
Lets say it is for the moment moving in the right direction to strive to be a good witness.  Even with that premise the aim is too small.  We must aim for the highest.  We must aim for what we were created, to love God.
At the end of the day, living to be a good witness is just another way of worrying what other people will think.  The question is ‘what does God think?’.  If you are ever tempted to wonder if you are being a bad witness, throw that thought away and ask yourself, ‘is this pleasing God?’.