Monday, November 28, 2016

Want Peace? Beware Eastern Meditation Practices!




           
            TWO weeks ago we learned about Jezebel, the former queen responsible for robbing peace from the nation she ruled. The reason they couldn’t have peace was because Jezebel practiced a religion that God abhorred. He abhorred it for numerous reasons: First, because it denied that He was the one true God; second, because it erected idols to replace him as the object of His people’s devotion; third, it kept His people from loving Him with all of their heart, soul, and mind; and fourth, in order to practice this religion, you had to engage in detestable practices, like child sacrifices.
           
            And sex orgies. And sex worship.
           
            I gave you a list of harlotry-qualifying activities in that post, and I would guess that most readers didn’t identify with getting involved in séances to contact the dead (necromancy) or divination and sorcery, channeling spirits, witchcraft, and cultic magic.
           
            But some of us might have played around the edges of the study of astrology, (ever read your astrology forecast in the daily newspaper?), Taro card reading, visiting fortune tellers (who practice what’s known as divination). And even though the term isn’t tossed around much any longer, New Age is still front-and-center in most people’s religious life, along with Humanism—the worship of man as god.



           
            And many people now practice Yoga, which is a mixture of physical, mental and spiritual exercises or disciplines that originate in Hinduism, Buddhism, and Jainism. All are religions that deny the one true God. (Unless, of course, you’re doing “Christian yoga,” which I’ve never tried and can’t comment on.) If you’re practicing yoga with the Eastern-focused spiritual component, then you are, indeed, playing around the edges of your Christian faith and coming dangerously close to, if you are not already, participating in harlotries.



           
            Meditation is another common practice today. While the word “meditating” in the Bible means chewing on the word of God like a lion ripping and devouring its prey, meditation the way Eastern religions practice it bears no resemblance to that definition. Eastern meditation involves emptying your mind, repeating a mantra, and opening yourself up to mental experiences. A different state of consciousness.
           
            As the Berean Call newsletter stated in their February 2016 issue: “The philosophies of the gurus et al. attempt to persuade us that achieving a higher state of consciousness is far better than retaining our normal state, which is supposedly preventing us from realizing that we are all part of the divine Being. Moreover, they insist that our ordinary consciousness is keeping us from experiencing continual peace and bliss in our lives.”
           
            Wow, doesn’t that sound great!? Experiencing continual peace and bliss? Who doesn’t want to be part of the divine Being? Unfortunately, it rarely works out that way. Consider the story of a friend of my younger son. Evidently this young man, in his late teens, was adept at meditating, emptying his mind and going into another state of consciousness. But one day that altered state of consciousness took him to a dangerous place, one that affected him so severely that he ended up in counseling. He told my son it was terrifying, the worst thing that ever happened to him. He said he didn’t ever want to go there again and was done with meditating.
           
            Seem extreme? Evidently it’s not. In the March issue of the Berean Call, T. A. McMahon quotes the Washington Times. “Meditation and mindfulness aren’t as good for you as you think: There are negative side effects that no one ever talks about.” Here are some excerpts: “Mindfulness is a technique extracted from Buddhism in which one tries to notice present thoughts, feelings, and sensations without judgment....What was once a tool for spiritual exploration has been turned into a panacea for the modern age—a cure-all for common human problems, from stress to anxiety to depression. By taking this ‘natural pill’ every day, we open ourselves up to the potential for myriad benefits and no ill effects, unlike synthetic pills, such as antidepressants, with their potential for negative side effects…Mindfulness has been sold to us, and we are buying it…After examining the literature from the last 45 years on the science of meditation, we realized with astonishment that we are no closer to finding out how meditation works or who benefits the most or the least from it.”
           
            Yes, we are buying it to the tune of millions of hard-earned dollars. I have sat through all-day lectures given by well-respected leaders in psychoneuroimmunology (the study of the effect of the mind on health and resistance to disease) who encourage practitioners and patients to incorporate meditation as part of their patient and personal practice. It all sounds too good to be true. And it probably is.



           

            The Berean Call continues: The undisclosed ‘negative side effects’ run the gamut from continuing depression to demonization to suicide. The Atlantic printed an article titled “The Dark Knight of the Soul: For some, meditation has become more curse than cure.” Dr. Willoughby Britton oversees a retreat center that ministers to meditators who are there not to restore themselves with meditation—they’re recovering from it: “I started having thoughts like, Let me take over you, combined with confusion and tons of terror,” says David, a polite, articulate 27-year-old who arrived at Britton’s Cheetah House in 2013. “I had a vision of death with a scythe and a hood, and the thought, Kill yourself, over and over again.” Another young man being treated is “Michael, 25, a certified yoga teacher [who] made his way to Cheetah House. He explains that during the course of his meditation practice his ‘body stopped digesting food. I had no idea what was happening.’ For three years he believed he was ‘permanently ruined’ by meditation.”



            Dr. Britton is an assistant professor of psychiatry and human behavior at the Brown University Medical School. The Atlantic article continues: “She receives regular phone calls, emails, and letters from people around the world in various states of impairment. Most of them worry that no one will believe—let alone understand—their stories of meditation-induced affliction. Her investigation of this phenomenon, called ‘The Dark Night Project,’ is an effort to document, analyze, and publicize accounts of the adverse effects of contemplative practices.”6In America: The Sorcerer’s New Apprentice, Dave Hunt and I attempted to inform the Body of Christ of our concerns about the spiritual and physical dangers of Eastern mystical techniques and practices that many Christians were being attracted to and seduced by, believing they were simply engaging in physical and mental exercises that would improve their minds and bodies. Few seemed to be listening as we explained that Eastern meditation leads to the same kind of altered state of consciousness as psychedelic drugs, even though meditation and other related mind-altering techniques (repeated mantras, visualization, sensory deprivation, yoga asanas, etc.) were being touted as a “natural” approach without the side effects of drugs. In that 1988 book, we noted some of the New Age organizations that have faced up to the claimed “nonexistent,” yet real, horrendous side effects, such as the Spiritual Emergency Network, which maintained a hotline and referral treatment service for those whose lives had been spiritually and physically wrecked. The Spiritual Emergency Network continues today although with the adjusted new title: “The Spiritual Emergence Network.”
Even among those who are acknowledging the present and potential damage of mystical practices, there seems to be a type of bondage involved. Dr. Britton, for all of her great concerns, candidly admitted, “There are parts of me that just want meditation to be all good. I find myself in denial sometimes, where I just want to forget all that I’ve learned and go back to being happy about mindfulness and promoting it, but then I...meet someone who’s in distress, and I see the devastation in their eyes, and I can’t deny that this is happening.”

            Scary stuff, yes? Mindfulness and yoga. More items to add to our list of harlotries. Are they on your list?

            And, with Christmas season upon us, and the first Sunday in Advent having started yesterday, just why am I talking about all of this now?
           
            Because we’re still searching for peace. And we seem to be looking for it in all of the wrong places. Because we really don’t want to admit that the Prince of Peace is the only source of true peace. We want to find it on our own, so we can deny Him his rightful title and place in our lives. As James says in the New Testament, we do not have because we do not ask and when we ask, we do not ask rightly.

            Maybe this Christmas season what we need to do is to start practicing Lent a little early. Like identifying our personal harlotries and setting those aside so we can let the Prince of Peace enter our hearts anew this Christmas season. So we can really concentrate on Him. Only it won’t be like Lent in the way that we fast from something, only to pick it up again after the forty days are over and Easter Sunday has rolled by us.




            What I am talking about is not the harmless—and helpful—relaxation exercises that can actually lower your blood pressure and breathing rates and relax over-tensed muscles. The sort of give your body a time out, an opportunity to focus on and control how your body’s systems react to stress and fatigue. Having studied those in college as part of my major, I’ve been trained how to do those, I use them myself, and know they work. Being able to use your breathing and muscle relaxing techniques to lower your blood pressure and heart rate can actually be entertaining and challenging, with benefits!
           
            For tips on how to safely meditate and practice relaxation techniques, see my blog posts:




            
            So be smart, use your brain, and don’t give it over to something—or someone—else, unless that person is God, the One who created it!




           

            ON a Christmas note, yesterday (November 27) was the first Sunday in Advent, when we commemrate Christ coming as a child. It is the first season in the Christian year. Advent is also defined as an arrival of a notable person, thing, or event. Christ is a notable person, and His coming is even more notable. Starting next Monday, we’ll be talking about the significance of Christ’s advent into the human world, then and in the future, and what that means for all of us.

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So, until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer


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Monday, November 21, 2016

Want Peace? Give a Peace Offering



            

Well, it’s that time of year again in the United States of America. The week where we celebrate Thanksgiving (Thursday) and remember the Pilgrims who first celebrated that feast after sailing over here from Europe to find a place where they could worship and live as they felt God was calling them to live. But more than half died during the first winter they were so ill prepared for.



           
            Since I’m a direct descendant of these European expatriates, I probably spend more time thinking about them and what they endured (three out of the four of my family died during that first winter) than a lot of other celebrators. I can only imagine what went through the head and heart of the surviving teenager in that family, Priscilla Mullins. The pain, the sorrow, the dread. The fear of the unknown. No more father William, no mother Alice, no fourteen-year-old brother Joseph. Within one week in late February, between the 21st and 28th, all three of them died. Only God knows why He spared young Priscilla’s life, or any of the others. (I find it ironic that my birthday is February 25, but maybe I’m just stretching to relate.)
           
            But the Pilgrims (technically, Separatists and not part of the Puritans who came later) were a real multigenerational, family oriented crew, and I’m sure they gave her as much physical, emotional, and spiritual comfort as they could. Like Priscilla, so many had lost family members. Forty-five of the 102 immigrants died that first winter from lack of shelter, scurvy, and starvation. With a daily ration of only five kernels of corn a day during the worst of it, fourteen of the eighteen married women died. As mothers, to whom do you think they were giving their corn rations?
           
            And their arrival timing was terrible— too late in the season to start growing any food. And they actually hadn’t arrived where they intended to arrive. They were way off course. Their goal was to set up shop farther down the coast, near the mouth of the Hudson River, but because of the late arrival, they had to settle for the northern point in what is now Massachusetts.
           
            I’m sure they grieved, but they didn’t have much time to even do that. Life was hard, terribly hard. They had to keep working, keep moving, keep planning and building just to stay alive. There wasn’t any corner store to walk to if your remaining head of garden lettuce you’d planned to use that night for dinner was found snatched by an opportunistic bird. Or if your corn you planned to grind for corn cakes was found moldy and inedible in the storage barrel. If you were lucky, you might have hunted down a scrawny deer or goat to slaughter, but how far would that meat go? And much of it had to be prepared—pounded, salted, hung up, and dried before eating.
           
            Thankfully, a young Indian named Squanto, who spoke English, took pity on them and showed them how to farm, grow crops and fish in that area. And a peace treaty between the Pilgrims and the Wampanoags and their chief, Massasoit, secured a relatively friendly, helpful, and protective living arrangement between the two groups for fifty years—considered the longest peace treaty in the history of our nation.



            
            It was with this tribe that the Pilgrims gathered to celebrate their blessings from God—a feast to celebrate their first harvest in 1621, a year after their arrival. According to record, ninety American Indians and fifty-three Pilgrims attended, and they feasted for three days. Nice!
           
            It shouldn’t surprise us that they would hold a feast. They were god-fearing, Bible devoted people who knew that God instructed his people to celebrate with feasts. A lot of them. The Israelites seemed to be feasting and celebrating all the time. To give thanks. And interestingly enough, of the three definitions given for “peace” in the Old Testament, (we’ve specifically been studying Shalom), one of them is translated “thank offering”. So when God instructs the Israelites to offer up peace offerings of thanksgiving, what He’s telling them is that He wants them to offer voluntary “peace” offerings to Him. Amazing, isn’t it. Have you ever considered being thankful an action of peace? A peaceful state of your heart? Thankfulness and peace being so interchangeable?
           
            The other thing to note is that this offering was to be voluntary. While God gives them instructions for how to offer it, they were not commanded to do so. This was an offering that was to come from a heart overflowing with gratefulness to Him for… What? His provisions? His protection? His bountiful blessings? His salvation?
           
            All of this giving thanks and three-day feasting with the Indians seems amazing in light of what the Pilgrims had suffered so soon after their arrival in November 1620 and into early 1621.. Within five months nearly half of them had died. Family dreams had vanished. Short lives ended. Orphans, widows, and widowers left grieving, and possibly sick and recovering. Just exactly how could the survivors pull themselves together to have a peace offering feast in the fall of 1621? What could they have been thankful for?
           
            Maybe for the remnant who did survive? This might seem callous, but this group viewed themselves not so much as individuals but as a “tribe” or band carrying out God’s will. They still had each other.
           
            For the Indians who so generously taught them how to survive in that unforgiving, harsh environment?
           
            For the future they looked forward to, together?
           
            For the overwhelming peace they felt now that they were out from under the dictating eye of people who punished them for living the way they felt God called them to live? For feeling safe? For no longer being persecuted by the English crown?
           
            Maybe for the miracle they were given? If they had made it to the Hudson, they would have found a hostile Indian tribe there that would have likely ambushed and killed them.
           
            Perhaps for the fresh river teeming with fish that they found near their landing point?
           
            Or for the three acres of land the Indians had already cleared for growing and had abandoned? (A plague had already killed many of the Indians.)
           
            For the high knoll nearby, a perfect to park a canon for protection?
           
            When the Mayflower captain set sail for his return trip to England in the spring of 1621, not one surviving Pilgrim returned to their mother country with him and the crew. They were counting their blessings and looking to God for sustenance and direction.  They were undeterred and determined.
           
            That fall they asked Massasoit to gather with them for a feast. They invited him to come with members of his immediate family. There must have been something lost in the translation, though, because Chief Massasoit showed up with ninety-nine of his braves. Then Governor Bradford placed five kernels of corn on everyone’s plate and asked them to give him five things they were thankful for that first year in Plymouth. As Reverend Paul Jehle, a Plymouth re-enactor who heads up the Plymouth Rock Foundation says, "They believed this: that God was the provider of everything. You owed everything to your Creator God, and your Redeemer Jesus Christ. And therefore the things that you did have, since you deserved nothing, you are thankful for."       
           
            So, instead of dwelling on what they’d lost, they were thankful for all they had.    
           
            And there were so many other things that the Pilgrims did besides just survive and eke out an existence, like writing the Mayflower Compact, the first document of self-rule in this country.
           
            They had so many reasons they could point to that could rob them of their thankfulness.
           
            But they had so many reasons to be thankful. And they didn’t hesitate to offer a peace offering—a thank offering—to the God who provided those reasons. They chose to steer their heart toward Him.
           
            And give thanks.






            So what are you thankful for? If I sprinkled five corn kernels on your plate in front of you, what would you give thanks for as you picked up each kernel of corn? I encourage you to try it this week, in the presence of your family or friends on Thanksgiving Day or in private. And when you do, I think you’ll notice a change in your heart’s attitude. I think you’ll feel your heart opening and being flooded with peace. And then your heart will be prompted to offer up more thank offerings. On a daily basis. It’s like a snowball gathering more powder and getting bigger as it rolls downhill. A heart filled with gratitude is content.
           
            A heart filled with gratitude is at peace.
           
           




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So, until next Monday, may your week be full of blessings that you receive and give, your heart be full of joy and thankfulness, and your days be filled with laughter. Build a little heaven in your life right now, and watch your heavenly garden grow!


Blessings,

Andrea

When the eyes of the soul looking out meet the eyes of God looking in, heaven has begun right here on earth. ~ A. W. Tozer

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