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Too Blessed to Say Yes - Jenny Day Jones
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When Did Christianity Get So Boring?
II love a good list. I’m talking about a well-thought-out, boxes-just-waiting-to-be-checked kind of list—one that I can see at the end of the day and use to size up my self-worth based on its completion. For as long as I can remember, I have started every project with a solid checklist. Little did I know that my penchant for lists would one day result in a spiritual crisis that would forever change my life.
Last year my family did a checklist experiment. To try and keep our small army of children from getting expelled from school and their mother from losing her job due to perpetual tardiness, my husband and I made each kid various checklists to aid them as they got ready for school in the morning. (Okay, I confess, not just for the morning—we made a when-you-get-home-from-school checklist, a before-you-touch-any-form-of-electronics checklist, a before-you-go-to-bed checklist, a when-you-wake-up-in-the-morning checklist, a try-all-these-possible-options-before-asking-Mom checklist.) I kid you not; the closest I have ever been to actual warfare in my entire life is between six thirty and quarter after seven each morning in the Jones household. Getting four children under the age of ten out the door at any time of day is quite the feat, but doing it in the morning—when I have to get them to three different schools with multiple backpacks, folders, lunch boxes, snacks, nap mats, All About Me
posters and shoes on their feet—is no joke!
But I’ll tell you what—those lists work; before my husband and I even said the word reward,
my kids were already asking what they were going to get for completing their lists. We have been trained to think that a completed list produces a reward. After a week of my kids completing the lists, they got snow cones; after a semester, they got a weekend trip with Mom and Dad; after an entire school year, they got a cat (yes, a real live cat).
Lists can be exciting (that isn’t sarcasm—I am dead serious)! They can show us where we have been and where we still need to go. They can help us make a plan, stick to a deadline, and flat out get things done.
But despite their amazing benefits, lists can also turn a person into a hard-driving, relationally inept taskmaster (or so I’ve been told). I would eventually figure this out for myself when I became my own worst taskmaster.
Giving My All for God
When I was growing up, I did not take long to realize the power of a well-crafted checklist. In fact, when I was twelve years old, I started a checklist for the largest project I would ever attempt to tackle—the checklist for my life.
Now before you get too excited, I should be totally transparent. My story is not one of intrigue, betrayal or drug addictions; in fact, it is pretty average at best. It actually looks very much like most of the people I have met, live close to and go to church with. I have lived in the same suburban city outside Houston, Texas my entire life. I’m not famous in the grand scheme of history; I am just another face in the crowd. But during the summer between my sixth- and seventh- grade years, I felt what it was like to be truly known for the very first time.
Like most girls in middle school, I desperately wanted to be liked by my peers, and I was willing to do just about anything to be accepted. Every day I worked hard to look as if I had just walked off the set of Dawson’s Creek (television series) in my flannel print skirt and chunky Mary Jane shoes.
I joined every club, sports team and school activity I could think of and made sure I was the right person for whatever group of people I was with at the time. I was shallow and fake. I was a sixth-grade girl. But in spite of my high aspirations to write the perfect entry in all of my friendship journals, God used my desire to be popular and known to draw me to Him—even at twelve years old—and He did it through a school locker!
In junior high, each of us was issued a locker in order to house our necessities—our backpacks, textbooks, pictures of friends, ’N Sync posters, Axe body spray, Dr. Pepper-flavored lip smackers—you know, the essentials. That year, as the Lord would have it, Katy Junior High was over capacity, and every locker had two students assigned to it.
This led to the most pressing question of my life in 1996: With whom would I share a locker? I mean, this was the person I would be seen with in the halls, possibly associated with, and, at the very least, would have to talk to on a regular basis—the stuff that makes or breaks a kid’s first shot at any sort of reputation in the sixth grade.
By divine appointment, I now know, I was paired up with the daughter of the chairman of deacons at the local First Baptist Church. At the time this felt like a fatal blow to my bid for reign as most popular sixth grader ever; but it turned out that the church girl was pretty popular (as is the case in most small towns in Texas) and, therefore, so was I by default.
Sheryl and I quickly became best friends, and eventually I found myself at her house most weekends. In the Dauchy household, however, there was a strict policy of no Saturday night sleepovers unless guests go to church on Sunday. That’s just the way it was. Because of that one rule, the course of my life was forever changed.
Before I walked into the doors of First Baptist Church in Katy, Texas, I knew nothing about Jesus. My family was more of an attend-church-on-Christmas-and-Easter type of family. But now, as I started learning about Jesus, I became hooked. The incarnation of Christ fascinated me.
As a sixth grader, I didn’t know the word incarnation
or what it meant, but I could not get over the fact that the very Son of God would leave the most perfect place ever created to die for me. And for what? What had I ever done for Him?
It was mind blowing to me that anyone would give his life for me. In that moment in the sixth grade, when I recognized God’s grace, I decided that I would tirelessly run after Jesus for the rest of my life, because the only way I knew to thank Him was to give Him my life.
My love for God led to a checklist of items that I wanted to do for Him. I was going to change the world! But in all my planning what I did not pick up on was the fact that only one Person is capable of changing the world, and it isn’t Jenny Jones. But I sure was going to try—for Jesus, of course. After all, He needed me. Over the next sixteen years I checked off a pretty impressive list of accomplishments:
Be the poster child of my youth group. Check.
Don’t make the same mistakes that my brothers made. Check.
Be a good, easy kid for my parents to raise. Check.
Commit my life to full-time ministry. Check.
Don’t get involved in sex, drugs or rock ’n’ roll. Check.
Marry the perfect guy. Check.
Have awesome kids. Check.
Be a pastor. Check.
Be a pastor at a megachurch. Check.
Be debt free. Check.
Be financially smart. Check.
Buy a house. Check.
Buy a better house. Check.
Help the orphaned, widowed and poor. Check.
The list could go on and on. My pursuit, however, unhealthily fed my extremely competitive and addictive personality. This kind of personality is not always a bad thing—in fact, it has come in handy for me many times, like when I graduated from college, powered through a series on Netflix, or discovered a newfound addiction to CrossFit. But over the years, this characteristic had quite an adverse affect on my spiritual life.
Though none of the items on my list were bad, somewhere along the way the list stopped being about Jesus and started being about me. My yes
to Jesus slowly turned into saying yes
to myself. My list stopped being freeing and started becoming suffocating. It stopped building in me a surrendered heart to what God had called me to do and started building in me a heart that was driven by attention, recognition and doting words. The worst part? I had used God as the reason to gain it all.
A Checklist—or a Surrendered Heart?
You see, when I created my checklist, I was unintentionally defining Jesus’ plan for me. I began to lean on my own understanding and to believe that my ways were better than His ways. In an effort to always do for Him, I ran the risk of developing an attitude of selfishness and arrogance. Instead of having a surrendered heart, I developed agendas and goals.
I did not live for Jesus, but for my dreams and for myself. I didn’t realize it at the time, but my attention had turned to possessions, bank accounts and maintaining a social status to fit my middle-class suburban community. I became too blessed to say yes.
An illustration of this can be found in Luke 10:38–42. As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him
(10:38). So far, so good for Martha. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, ‘Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!’
(10:39–40).
But Jesus had some corrective words for Martha and her checklist. ‘Martha, Martha,’ the Lord answered, ‘you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her’
(10:41–42).
Now I have to be honest. I have always felt that Martha gets a bad rap here. I know how frantically I clean my house and threaten my children not to touch a thing or get out a single toy when guests are coming over (whether it’s someone I want to impress or not), so just imagine how you would act if Jesus—the very Son of God—was coming for a dinner party. You would be a crazy person too!
But this resulted in Martha missing a chance to get to know and spend time with Jesus, because she had not surrendered her own plans and priorities to Christ. Her checklist was not necessarily bad, but it wasn’t what Christ wanted for her in that moment; it was what she wanted.
I see so much of myself in Martha. Mary, on the other hand, was surrendered at the feet of Jesus. Not only did she make the better choice, but Jesus said it would not be taken away from her. Jesus wanted Martha to experience the blessing that comes with completely surrendering herself to knowing Him.
Essentially, Jesus said to her, Martha, you have this agenda that you think is so important, but you are so caught up in it that it has become about you. Only one thing mattered tonight—that you spend time worshiping Me.
Just as Martha’s checklist could not bring her closer to Jesus, neither can our checklists bring us closer to Him. We can only really know Jesus when we surrender our hearts.
Reality Check
Fast-forward sixteen years from that day in sixth grade when I accepted Christ. I had gone from that twelve-year-old little girl desperately searching for significance to a twenty-eight-year-old woman searching once again and getting very weary from the journey. I had every blessing a person could want—the world’s best husband, three amazing kids, a beautiful house, a great job and money in the bank. But in all honesty, I had become bored with life. Years of serving God on my own terms and being side-tracked by the American dream¹ had led me to a point of spiritual crisis.
One particularly weary night in July 2013, I sat on our couch and looked at my husband, Chad, and simply said, If this is all that Christianity is about—doing the right thing, checking the right boxes—then I’m out. I can’t keep trying to pursue the next best thing. I have done everything I’m supposed to do the way I’m supposed to do it, and I have never felt more tired and empty. When did Christianity get so boring? When did it stop being enough?
At this time, I was on staff at one of the fastest-growing churches in America. I was leading a ministry of more than 750 kids and 400 volunteers, and I sat on our church’s elder team and senior leadership team.
Despite all this, I knew very few Christians who resembled those in the New Testament—myself included. I am not talking metaphorically, I mean literally. I did not know a lot of people, or maybe any people, who had ever actually sold everything they had and given it to the poor (see Luke 18:22) or chosen to live communally (see Acts 4:32–35) or relied on the Lord for everything without worry (see Matt. 6:25) or intentionally found self-sacrificing ways to love their neighbor as themselves (see Mark 12:31) or had widows and orphans living with them (see James 1:27).
I could not shake the fact that, after professing to be an active, growing Christian for sixteen years, not only did my life not reflect the life of Christ’s followers in the New Testament, it didn’t look too different from that of anyone else in my community. So on that night in July, I made one last deal with God: I told Him that as a last-ditch effort, I would read through the entire New Testament. I would try to do so as if I had never read it before, and I would take Jesus at His word. I would not have any preconceived notions—it would just be my Bible, the Holy Spirit and me.
This was quite the challenge as I had been a biblical studies major and had pretty much lived and