I got back from Costa Rica a week ago. I attended a conference called Third Wave for young leaders in the church of the Nazarene from all over the globe. (Not sure I fall in the “young leader” catagory so much anymore) The trip was amazing…
First of all, it was in COSTA RICA! It is one of the most beautiful places I have visited on the earth. The land was teeming with life. I saw more plant species than I thought possible. We ate with monkeys at our hotel. I got to hold a toucan and visit gorgeous waterfalls. It was amazing.
The country of Costa Rica has a slogan- Pura Vida! It means pure life. People will walk up to you in a public place and greet you with “Pura Vida!”
And yet, in Costa Rica, people are looking for that “pure life” in lots of ways. Some of them look a lot more like bondage and slavery than pure life.
One of the things that God did for me was to open my eyes to how narcissistic I have become. And I don’t think I am alone. We Americans are a narcissistic lot. We walk into a foreign country expecting other people to know English, but we haven’t taken the time to brush up on their native language a bit. We expect a certain level of comfort, or we get frustrated. We literally seem to believe that the center of the universe is the good ole USA.
Some of my team members and I noticed that the Europeans at the conference tended to speak 2 or 3 languages. We felt lazy. Many of the Spanish speakers spoke English as well. I only know how to speak English and Texan…
My friend Blair was telling me that one of his professors used to have a saying for the teams he sent out to do mission work. It was something along the lines of “You have no rights.” We joked about that, but God began to stir my heart as I thought about that saying.
See, I’m not sure that saying should be isolated to “mission” work. After all, aren’t we ALWAYS on mission? Shouldn’t we always be “without rights?”
The the question began to swirl around in my head. “Did Jesus REALLY MEAN IT when he said that the person who loses his life will find it?”
In this new year, I have been praying the prayer of Saint Francis every day at noon. It ends like this:
“For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.”
Do I believe this? Do WE believe this? To top it off, we prayed the Wesley Covenant Prayer at the Conference. Take a moment to read this:
I am no longer my own, but yours.Put me to what you will, rank me with whom you will; put me to doing, put me to suffering; let me be employed for you, or laid aside for you, exalted for you, or brought low for you; let me be full, let me be empty, let me have all things, let me have nothing: I freely and wholeheartedly yield all things to your pleasure and disposal. And now, glorious and blessed God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, you are mine and I am yours. So be it. And the covenant now made on earth, let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.
This whole prayer is a prayer of death. Dying to our wishes, and surrendering to Christ’s wishes. We live in a country where people choose their church based on their personal preference. We live in a country where we organize our calendars around our personal agendas. We live in a country where we spend hours seeing how many likes we had on Instagram or Facebook. And yet, we wonder why we aren’t experiencing “pura vida.”
Maybe “pure life” comes through a “pure death”…
Maybe Jesus meant it when he said that whoever loses his life will find it…
I’m trying to live into this, and it is hard. I’m trying to die to my opinion of how bad the ref’s call was at my son’s basketball game. I’m trying to be thankful for my daily bread, and die to my preference of restaurant choice. I’m trying to die to my own ambitions as a pastor, and be thankful for the people God has called me to serve. I’m trying to learn to die, but I have to tell you that dying is hard. There is this thing inside me that is always quick to want MY way, and MY rights, and MY timing.
But I am finding that there is something about dying that brings new life in me. And in the place of this life that I have constructed, a new life is emerging…
And it is not just any life, it is “Pura Vida!”
Just a thought,