Today has been my ADHD day [more than normal]... I have chosen not to attempt to focus in and work on what 'ought' to be worked on... instead spastically reading, listening, thinking, and helping Telly clean and do chores as she needed... Otherwise I just followed paths of thought where they went... it has been a creative, learning, motivational, inspirational, devotional, and even worshipful day.
Example--- have you ever wondered what a bohemian is? or how it might relate to the mission of Christ?
define: bohemian
[boh-hee-mee-uhn] (BoHo-informal) a person, as an artist or writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices, usually in pursuit of artistic or spiritual interests.
[as opposed to the Bourgeois who are marked by a concern for material interests and respectability and a tendency toward mediocrity]
Yeah- so I reject that definition. Even more so, I discard the need to label such creatives or even assume they can't 'fit in' to regular society. This misses the reality that they are in fact beyond convention and normality and so often actually end up defining culture by excelling to its leadership.
The problem is most of them then sell-out for influence or settle (mentally and artistically) for the BoBo life. BoBo's are Bourgeois Bohemians, the Champagne Socialists as it were who possess both great faculties and relative means, but lack the motivation to achieve any expression of meaning. So they then live out a life of relative ease of thought and action without artistic merit by abusing their giftings to feed only their comfort, but just enough not to feel guilty - to keep the peace, without any concern for any particular viewpoint - to make everyone equal, so no one has anything great to do or say.
In Thus Spake Zarathustra, Friedrich Nietzsche calls this type of man, the 'last man'... it is his antithetical example to his ideal 'superman', the 'last man' is an outrageous opposite meant to rail against the idea that we should ever create a society that should fall so far we can never then produce great and creative people, but only these 'last men' who have no passion, no commitment, "who merely earn a living and keep warm." You might know, Nietzsche as famous for writing about God's death, but oddly in his writing his main thought is that we have killed God, you and I, by our lack of faith and belief in such a Being as having any real meaning for our lives as we would 'live' them.
Oh, but isn't all this just a sad picture of the American church... graced beyond grace, blessed with redemption, education, freedom, and finances - for what, but- to sit on that, -- their backside firmly in the pew without a concept of what to do. Come on Sunday (some, but not too often), sing a song (but not too loudly or proudly), hear a lesson with a nice moral and story to make us smile and approximate what we think is laughter or happiness. Living lives of quiet desperation because we have all we need or so we tell ourselves. Happy to not express anything more than our fineness, respectability, and acceptability - otherwise we might seem oddly apart from the rest of the good sheep... like those other weirdos who 'go on Mission'... we pay people to do that here don't we? and we don't have leaders around here... there aren't servants or shepherds (surely not those who are both at the same time), but just people like us <blink>. Could these be the 'last people' of the church? Where then are the 'Übermensch' - those that are more than mediocre, *More Than Normal or beyond the everyday, the SUPERNATURAL? No we haven't killed God (as if we could), but we sure do live our daily lives as if He's dead don't we... at the very least we 'live' as if we are dead - to Him anyway. 'Last men' as we are.
By the way wasn't there a Shepherd who went in search of some lost sheep and asked us to do as much?
What then of the Redeemed Bohemian? (the ReBo!)
The follower of Christ who has no regard for the ways of this world or even the conventional methods and means of 'doing' church. Rather, an intellectual mind dedicated to contemplating the unfathomable depths of God's righteousness and holiness. A powerful & dynamic leader reduced to relying solely on Christ's mercy and grace for their strength and power. The deeply creative expressive artist who is capable of breaking into the frame of popular reference and redirecting attention out of that box to where it belongs - the Creator of artistic expression. This ReBo, a servant leader truly willing to sacrifice comfort for the sake of the Message; a person of sorrows so unyielding in their despair over the worthlessness of all pursuits except Jesus to be undaunted by rejection from the world that they are in fact emboldened by it. With a heart so wholly convinced of the need and necessity to be on the mission of Christ and so wholly committed to reaching the dull hearts and minds, that they are enlivened with the Spirit of life so much so that they are willing to become all things to all people so that all might hear and know Christ more fully. Yet these ReBo are so brutally honest with themselves that they know even their own expression for such is beneath futile when compared to that infinite Creator. Still they are continuously willing to slavishly profess faith and proclaim the Gospel with each breath, stroke of their pen, and click of the keys. If only there were actually some like this, having truly encountered Christ and so been created new as to be worthy of being called a ReBorn Creation.
Yes, all the gods (the idols) which I have created for my worship must die, I must smash them myself by His aide for this Son of Man (the great I AM) that is more than man to be found wholly... and this man (the sad one I am) who is less than God to be found Holy. All my man-made moralities must die and be replaced with the life of the One True Over~man - Christ. If only we wanted more of the ReBo, than the Tebow - when it came to our conception of a 'super-man.' If only our need for conformity was to be conformed to the image of Christ. For the ReBo to become so, I might kneel and submit - in fact I must.
(Now I know how Nietzsche felt! Being able to conceive of a 'super-man,' which he could never possibly be. Praise Christ it relies on His work in me, rather than me, but that ReBo, that really might be, something to see - even if only - in Glory, when we, are finally, free.)
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