John 15:9-17 ~ He loves us. Let's show his love.

“As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. 10 If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. 11 I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. 12 My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.13 Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. 14 You are my friends if you do what I command. 15 I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. 16 You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit—fruit that will last—and so that whatever you ask in my name the Father will give you. 17 This is my command: Love each other.  - John 15:9-17

I haven't posted on here in a while, probably because the Bible hasn't spoken too much to me in a while. Tonight it did though. I really needed to hear this passage, as cliche as that is to say.

I struggle with clinical depression, and while I've finally found a medication that helps me a lot, I still have times when I feel very hopeless, sad, lonely, etc. Tonight was one of those times, maybe because I haven't been sleeping well, which usually contributes to bringing on my depressive episodes, and stress from starting school and just having a lot on my mind. Tonight I felt so, so lonely and isolated; I don't get to hang out with friends very often and a lot of my friends live in completely different parts of the country. Talking over text or even writing letters just isn't the same, and there are a few relationships that just aren't the way I want them to be, which was really weighing on me.

I felt frustrated that people didn't seem to care about me the way I care about them. This has been a longtime frustration in my life, since I tend to be the person who reaches out, initiates, and encourages (a bit ironic since I also have social anxiety disorder). I wouldn't trade being an encourager for anything, but it gets frustrating when there aren't many people encouraging you and relationships feel a bit one-sided. I crave love and companionship, honesty and openness. And even though I working on looking less to others for validation, it's nice sometimes to be reminded that people care.

I sent people some text messages, hoping maybe someone would answer and I could distract myself, if not admit that I was struggling, but nobody answered. My mind began to buzz with thoughts and feelings, mostly centered around the lie that no one wants me and I don't matter to my old friends that much any more. I grew increasingly frustrated with my inability to break through communication barriers, with the pressure to always seem okay that kept me from straight up texting someone, "Hey, I feel worthless and I don't know how to keep living. Can you talk?"

Even better (read: worse) is that I've also been struggling in the last couple of days because I have been developing romantic feelings for a friend who doesn't really seem interested in return. I keep grappling with whether I should contact him or wait, wondering whether this or that conversation we had indicates that he likes me. It's torture. I've never had a romantic relationship with anyone, (thanks, weird Evangelical Christian I-kissed-dating-kind-of-goodbye scene) I've just had a string of very intense but very pathetically hopeless crushes on people who weren't interested back. That's left me feeling pretty undesirable and unlovable, if I'm honest with myself. I have a tough time believing I will ever find someone who loves me and now that I've gone so long without dating, the thought of actually developing a relationship with a guy is scary and frankly rather impossible-sounding, especially as a shy person.

So what does all of this angsty rambling have to do with Jesus and the book of John? Well, I was just about to switch off the light, fighting the desire to swallow all of the pills I own, when my eyes landed on the Bible in the stack of books by my bed. At first I said, "No. None of that tonight. I'm tired of how God messes around with my brain and lets me down again and again in real life." But whether by compulsion driven by guilt or venture motivated by hope, I decided to pick the thing up and continue my Random Readings in the Gospels Bible study that I've making up as I go along. I ended up in John and remembered that I kept seeing John 15 on social media recently. Curious, I opened to the start of the chapter. The words at the beginning of this post jumped out at me. Tears almost came to my eyes as the words read through to the end, in particular when I saw:

"I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. Instead, I have called you friends..." (v. 15)

I guess I was very struck by the concept that an omnipotent God would lay down his life for a measly little person like me. I've always felt a bit down on myself because I've never had many friends, been the center of attention, had my blog or YouTube videos go viral, and I was constantly being rejected from clubs in college. Being a nobody is practically part of my identity. But I matter enough to God for him to lay down his life for me. I often view myself as a servant of God; it's good to be reminded that we are his cherished friends. He has lifted us up.

I was also struck by the words: "You did not choose me, but I chose you" (v. 16). These resonated with me because of the whole failed attempts at romantic relationships thing I was talking about before. In fact, I was just writing earlier on my other blog that I wish I could just be loved by someone, chosen by someone. I think this is part of the big attraction of love for most people: the idea that someone chose you to be their mate. God, the Most High Being who knows and controls all things, chose us. How different is that from so many faiths where people are lucky that God pays them any attention.

Yet this privilege also comes with a burden, we are appointed to go and bear fruit (v. 16) and commanded to love each other (v. 17). In verse 12, we are exhorted to "Love each other as I have loved you." And how did God love us? "Great love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (v. 13) That is a pretty heavy command then, and one that I think is lacking among most American Christians, who have made faith more about defining "us vs. them" and obeying certain rules they have drawn up from biblical texts almost like the Pharisees rather than actively showing love to other people. Most Christians are spending more effort actively showing judgment to others, and almost all of us, myself included, are generally wrapped up in our own little worlds, not taking time to sacrificially give of our time, money, and talents to encourage and love other people. We spend thousands of dollars to go on short term missions trips when there are thousands of people at our back door who need to know they are loved, who need to be clothed and fed, who need to know there is hope, who need guidance, who need someone to invest time and care into their lives. The problem is, we don't get glory for those sorts of every day acts of outreach; we don't get to stand in front of the church and tell about our delayed flights and lay overs or change our Facebook profile picture to a photo of us with cute African children who we'll never see again but had a lot of fun cuddling with for a week. Okay, I'm getting too cynical here.

But I really do believe that God has a strong call for us to show love to the people he has placed in our lives. I often find myself wishing I knew that celebrity or that author or that singer who I seem to have so much in common with; then I realize that there is a reason they're not in my life and my siblings, my classmates, my parents are. They are the people who I'm supposed to love and reach out to. They are my mission field. I need to love unconditionally and get outside of my own head sometimes and remember to leave them a note saying they matter, give them a compliment, do the dishes, ask them to lunch. Check in on a friend who's hurting, visit a person who is sick, not shy away from a friendship with a person who is from a marginalized group such as the LGBT community. It's not easy to do these things because they aren't always very rewarding and they often to unappreciated and aren't particularly fun or life-changing, but being a person who actively reaches out to others is being the hands and feet of Christ. We can be his love on this earth and that kind of kindness and service, if done with a humble, sincere (Read: not condescending, holier-than-thou) heart can speak volumes to people.

I know this realization that God considers me a friend won't cure my problems, but it was encouraging to be reminded of that truth. I still have a hard time letting it sink in, but I'm glad I can go to sleep with a little bit of a lighter heart. And I am challenged by the reminder to love the people around me, because I know I've been pushing some hurting people away because of my own hard heart.