Blow God’s Freakin’ Mind

One of my favorite lines in the musical, Book of Mormon, is from the song, You and Me (But Mostly Me). The characters, Elder Cunningham and Elder Price, talk about their upcoming mission. Elder Price sings,

“Something I’ve forseen…Now that I’m nineteen, I’ll do something incredible, That blows God’s freaking mind!”

I crack up every time I hear it, its full intended effect sending me into a fit of giggles. For me, it’s funny in a self-deprecating way, because I was Elder Price at nineteen, on fire for the Lord, signed on for the missionary life and ready to change the world.

**insert public announcement** If you are nineteen years old, in the unlikely case that you are reading this middle aged woman’s blog, go ahead and stop reading. Go and blow God’s freakin’ mind. Chase your passions, travel, take risks, make mistakes; we need your energy and vitality and idealism. Be smart and listen and learn. Bookmark this blog and come back to it when you’re a bit tired from all your endeavors. It’ll still be sitting here waiting in cyberspace for ya. Go, YOLO it up, or whatever you young people say these days…***

The rest of you, pull up a chair and let’s have a bit of a laugh about this, shall we? When did you stop thinking you could change the world? For me, I think it was around when I turned 30. It wasn’t a grand realization. It seemed like it was just another ordinary day. I woke up weary from a night of interrupted sleep with my nursing baby, pulled open the shades and saw that the scenery outside my bedroom window hadn’t budged since yesterday morning. I made some coffee, sat down at the computer and cringed at the news stories. Yet another tragedy strikes. Children are still dying of hunger, wars are still ravaging. Without fanfare, I quietly took off my mental superhero cape, and almost imperceptibly whispered to myself, “hey, let’s stop saving the world, the baby needs his diaper changed.”

I mean, in Christian lingo, it’s always been, “you can do nothing without God,” and “God is the Potter, we are the clay,” which ‘sounds’ humble but is sort of code for, “God is going to use me to DO ALL OF THE THINGS and SAVE ALL OF THE PEOPLE.” That’s the “blessing” we always speak of, right?

It was bad enough in the 90s when we had strategic campaigns to reach unreached people groups (remember the 10/40 window?), but now with the current generation rising to meet the call for more social justice, our messiah complex is becoming straight up pathological. Before, we were saving souls, now we have to eliminate global poverty and rescue all the orphans while we’re at it.

You could say I’ve become disillusioned. When you begin to actually participate in the process of saving the world, whether it be in missions or development, you learn that behind every good intention and inspiring vision is a trail of messy humanity: broken promises, severed relationships, moral failure, bitter betrayal. You always knew nobody is perfect, but you thought that amazing humanitarian, or that godly missionary was pretty darn close, until a scandal breaks and they’re the culprit.

The breadth and depth of the global challenges we face are overwhelming. In 2013, I attended the Justice Conference and heard from anti human trafficking expert, Matt Friedman, who told us that globally there is an estimate of around 21 million slaves and the counter trafficking sector has managed to prosecute and convict a whopping 4000 perpetrators per year. If that’s not a fast losing battle with the worst odds ever, I don’t know what is.

Change the world? These days I’m lucky to just survive in it.

Looking back, however, the day I hung up my superhero cape was a good day. Because when I stopped being Superman, I could finally live as Clark Kent. Clumsy, awkward, ordinary Clark. When I stopped (quite literally) flying around the world, I could finally settle in to my messy cubicle, and take an honest accounting of the simple tools I had in my disposal to live faithfully in my everyday life. Now I work at my modest day job, and I write. Each time I open up a blank document, I don’t try to save the world, I try to be faithful with my humble words, thrilled if it connects with a few.

These days I’m not all that impressed with the flashy campaigns, dazzling graphics, and the celebrity with the largest twitter following. I’m much more in awe of the men and women who have been working day in and day out for 10, 20 years, moving forward slowly, one steady step at a time.

I echo author Courtney E. Martin’s words,

“we don’t want to save the world, we want to live in it – flawed, fierce, loving, and humble.”

we don’t want to save the world, we want

I’m not disillusioned into mediocrity, or driven to despair by cynicism. I still care about the world, perhaps even more deeply and focused than ever, but I’ve shed the arrogance of thinking I can change it. I only hope to live fully in it, true to myself, and to others. And I want to work hella hard at doing this, day in and day out.

I’m not a doomsday sayer, I’m a progressive. I believe the world is changing and evolving for the better. I think the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice but it is long, tugged gently by the collective forces of ordinary folks doing steadfast work.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to turn on the soundtrack to You & Me (But Mostly Me), and chuckle to it while I do the dishes.

“Blow God’s Freakin’ Mind!!” Heh.


  • Marissa

    Amen to all of this! And I love your PSA in the middle – I resonate with so much here and want to be gentle on 19 year old you and me sitting at SAGA with al our zealous idealism. But, oh, the weight of the world is heavy, isn’t it?

    I used to secretly look down on poor Martha, because homey tasks have never been the top of my list (ha!), but, oh, how I easily I become worried and busy with many things with all of my awareness and taking on the need of the world. A few days ago I was reflecting on Psalm 131 and marveling once again at the wisdom of Scripture. I can listen to that voice of Christian drivenness and excellence that says it’s important to be great in the Kingdom and then am perplexed as to why I have difficulty composing and quieting my soul and resting into the Lord.

    And, to make this comment exceedingly long, I am including this beautiful prayer here:

    “Above all, trust in the slow work of God.

    We are quite naturally impatient in everything,
    to reach the end without delay.
    We should like to skip the intermediate stages.
    We are impatient of being on the way
    to something unknown,
    something new.

    And yet it is the law of all progress
    that it is made by passing through
    some stages of instability –
    and that it may take a very long time.

    And so I think it is with you;
    your ideas mature gradually – let them grow,
    let them shape themselves, without undue haste.
    Don’t try to force them on,
    as though you could be today what time
    (that is to say, grace and circumstances
    acting on your own good will)
    will make of you tomorrow.

    Only God could say what this new spirit
    gradually forming within you will be.
    Give Our Lord the benefit of believing
    that his hand is leading you,
    and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
    in suspense, and incomplete.”
    –Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

    • Oh Marissa, I have so much tenderness for our 19 year old selves at SAGA, I miss it so much. I’m glad we’ll always carry those memories with us. And I love this prayer you’ve posted. I’m SLOWly realizing almost everything that matters takes time.

  • CrystalDawn0603

    Amen. I think when we stop trying to save the world, we can concentrate on that little segment of the world that we live in. And we (hopefully) can make more of an impact.

    • That’s EXACTLY what I’m trying to say. Could’ve saved myself a lot of words if I just said that. 🙂

  • Suzanna Turner

    This is probably the first article I can’t relate to. Now that being said, I never thought I could save the world. I was a fundie before so I never felt God could use me at all because I never thought I knew my bible enough or was a good enough Christian. It didn’t help that I suffered from depression and came from perfectionistic patriarchal household. Today I know I have the spiritual gift of mercy working with others who struggle with mental illness and the reality is I do know scripture pretty well from a Baptist background. Sorry fot the long story but maybe others experienced this too. I so enjoy your blog. Thanks Cindy

    • Hey Suzanna, thanks for sharing your story! Yes, I think it takes a specific personality to have a messianic complex, and not everyone is like that. So good to hear you are recognizing YOUR unique gifts.

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