The Green Ember and an Apologetic Posture

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People have been saying nice things to me and actively supporting me. Both of those things are–and I know this sounds insane–kind of hard to take. Because I’m proud. And scared.

A dream of writing a book and seeing it in the hands of children has been realized.

I ‘m pleased and encouraged. I feel supported and loved. 

But I can find the holes.

In the midst of telling this story I have learned something about myself, my posture in receiving God’s gifts, and the spiritual inheritance I want to leave for my children.

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Here is a little of my story:

I was really reluctant to offer the pre-sale for my debut novel on kickstarter, but we decided to do it and, after some great advice (and many cautions) from experienced and wise friends, we forged ahead. I had no idea what to expect. We set the goal at $10,000 and weren’t sure if that was too high or not. But we herded our ducks into a semblance of a row and pressed launch at 6am on Friday morning.

Nineteen hours later we had reached our goal. What an incredible start! It was an amazing experience, all the more wonderful for having been shared with so many well-wishers and friends who cheered us on and are sharing our journey.

It keeps climbing steadily on and I’m happy about that, because it means more kids are going to get this book and that means my prayers are beginning to be answered for them. We are near the end (but there’s still time to get your copy!). 

I just returned from a wonderful conference in Nashville put on by Andrew Peterson and The Rabbit Room. I was congratulated with sincere joy and hugged precisely 8 trillion times. I got to thank some backers, which was fun. I also got asked about my book over and over. People lined up to tell me they were on my side. It’s been amazing. It’s been genuinely humbling.

I didn’t say, “It’s no big deal, don’t waste your time.” I said, “thanks so much for asking,” and I talked about the book. But in my heart, I was conflicted.

My friend Helena pulled me aside and gently chided me. “Hey, Sam. I noticed that when  people ask you about the book, you assume an apologetic posture.” She went on to very generously explain that she notices it in me, because she knows she herself does the same thing. “Stop it!” she commanded. 

I knew it was true. Why? Because somewhere (deep?) in my devious heart I believe that nothing I could make would be valuable enough for other people to love and appreciate. And since I know I shouldn’t apologize with my mouth, my body kicked in to “help” out.

But this is a lie I believe. And the truth is this: I mustn’t tell lies. Really. This spell needs breaking. 

It was a needed corrective,  and aided by My friend Sally (pictured with me above) who also gave me some much needed encouragement and direction to help battle this attitude. Her enthusiasm was infectious. She reminded me why I’m doing this. 

I love this story. I loved creating it. I love that it is coming to reader’s hands very soon. I love that so many people have told me, in various ways, how excited they are to receive it. 

I need to actively silence the voice within me screaming out that I have no value, that I’m unloved and unlovable, and that the only safe place for me is silence and withdrawal. Because that voice never seems to call in sick, but shows up early and stays late at the workplace of my mind.

Why am I so tempted to believe lies about my own value? Why are you?

Would I want my kids to live with an apologetic posture? I’ve seen it and I hate it. I hate that I am giving this to them as a kind of awful inheritance. I’ve spent a large chuck of time and energy on trying to communicate to my children that holy times are times for reflection, yes, not only (or primarily) upon our own sin and need, but upon the great provision of God in Christ. I try to tell them they are loved and accepted. I whisper in my worried son’s ear that I approve of him, that I love who he is, that God loves him more and, in Christ, approves of him far more. I don’t want my kids to slink along the earth’s surface with an apologetic posture, sorry to be a bother to anyone who encounters them. I want them to sing from glad hearts, to smile in their security, to weep, even, like people who belong and are loved. 

I think God wants that for us as well. Not to swallow the poison of the prosperity heresy, but to drink in the abundance of our identity in Christ through every poverty we own.

It feels just as hard, in some ways, to believe in the sunshine as in the shade.

So I repent of my apologetic posture and the lies my heart manufactures to so position my body. I pray for a miracle in my heart. A miracle of self-forgetfulness. As a dad, as an author, as a husband. As a man. As the beloved of Jesus.

Grace and peace to you,

 S.D. Smith

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