“Here’s the shocker,” Becky began. She was reading out loud from a Beth Moore bible study she’s going through right now called Breaking Free. I was repainting a canvas for the millionth time and ready to finally take a break. I laid the brush down and listened because Beth is a thorough scholar and a communicator whose words, more than once, have changed or confirmed my perspective. And because if Becky says I need to hear something I know she’s right.
“Here’s the shocker. Not only can God’s children be oppressed, but we can become reliant on the oppression. The word relied in verse 12 is the Hebrew word batach meaning “to attach oneself, to trust, confide in, feel safe.” The Hebrew word for oppression (oseq) indicates oppression by means of fraud or extortion…a thing “deceitfully gotten.”
I went to bed with a new kind of conversation in my head:
Is there a pattern of oppression in my life? Yes. Perfectionism, for starters.
What is the fraud of perfectionism? What’s the lie behind it? Creating something that is not world-class is embarrassing, a grave sin, shameful and means I’m worth less to somebody.
Why am I choosing to believe that lie? What do I get out of it? How’s it working for me? What safety is there in that kind of slavery?
I’m sharing all this publicly – which is awkward for me and maybe you too – because I got an e-mail a few days ago from someone who thinks I’ve arrived, asking how they can too. Sorry if I’ve ever led any of you to think I’m perfect. I’m not. Far from it. None of us are or will be anytime soon. But that’s not to stop us from evolving, growing, maturing further. And for me that process most often looks like last night: Listening to people who are trustworthy, listening for myself and not for something I can use later to correct others, examining myself as honestly as I can in light of what’s been said, asking the teachers and myself questions. Hard questions. The hardest I can stand. Then acting on the answers.
becky says:
Taking these questions…
Paul J. says:
“Beth Moore” is an adverb now?
dew says:
Good stuff Shaun. Love Beth’s teaching!
anne jackson says:
demolition of things not mortar:
nobody to blame
but this stupid wall
that i can’t seem to tear down…
these bricks of fear
aren’t held together
by a justifiable mortar…
but perfectionism,
[am i pretty enough?]
[skinny enough?]
[funny enough?]
[normal enough?]
the things that don’t matter
and yet…
they are the hardest…
to demolish.
(15jan07)
Travis Thompson says:
This is a HUGE post for so many church production people I know.
It’s like we’re opressed by the thought of the “ideal church” instead of the “real church”
Thanks for sharing . . .
Nancy Tyler says:
I think I need to get a hold of a copy of that Bible study. Perfectionism paralysis is a huge monster in my life. So is comparing myself to, and competing in my heart with, people who seem to have their stuff more together than I feel that I do.
Those things have deep, ugly roots. I keep digging and praying and working, but I feel as if I’m still a ways off from getting all of it excavated and seeing the truth in full bloom, growing in place of that patch of weeds in my heart.
Kelly @ Love Well says:
I’ve been known to go Beth Moore on my husband. (It helps if I whip out my Southern accent. It’s not as good as hers, but it makes it feel more authentic.) And darn it if she doesn’t point a strong arrow toward God.
Great observations, Shaun. I love that you are always willing to ask the hard questions, even—especially—of yourself.
Shelia says:
Not so much perfectionism in my case, but an intense need to prove my worth…my value. A willingness to hide anything about me that mattered…anything that might be vulnerable, or weak, or REAL, to appear to have it all together.
Funny how freedom comes in stages. Meeting grace in unexpected places. Being given the opportunity to fall…hard..to see how incapable I really am…and how SAFE it is to just be me. That there are people who will love me…just me. That God loves me…just me…JUST ME.
It comes like rain. It begins to trickle. I feel it running down my head. Some of it begins to get inside. Then it rolls over my shoulders and begins to seap, ever so slowly, into my heart. Some days I believe it. I believe it so much that I live out of it, make decisions, speak from it. But, some days I walk in the destructive pattern I learned so well. Work hard…work harder…just a little more…will be enough…maybe. Reliant? Probably.
So I ask the questions also. And I surround myself with people who will ask the questions I don’t think to ask. To be free. Thanks for being a question asker.
Dee says:
I can relate. I’m a total perfectionist, mixed with being a bit of a people pleaser. I want to make everyone happy, and I keep striving for perfection because maybe then I’ll be good enough.
God showed me a long time ago that I don’t have to be perfect in order to be worthy. I tend to forget that…a lot.
Grovesfan says:
I try so hard to be a people pleaser without actually admitting that’s what I’m trying to do. I also never let anyone but my friends who know me well that I’m falling apart on the inside. Frankly, sometimes it’s easier to fall apart than to try to keep it all together. Keeping to all together is a LOT of hard work and requires a LOT (as in COMPLETE) reliance on God. That means I can’t rely on myself which means I’m not the one in control. I know this of course on the spiritual level, but trying to get that through to the temporal side of me is dang near impossible most days.
Having said all that, Beth Moore is one gifted teacher and just plain funny. I’ve done many of her studies and they are all awesome.
Beth (not Moore)
Jason says:
great post, big time perfectionist here, but fatherhood has really helped me chill out a bit