Now Accepting Applications – 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive

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We are now accepting applications for the 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive.

Click here for details on the event and to find out how to apply.

Click here for an introduction to the message of Become Good Soil and to find out more.

Here’s what one alumni said about the Intensive:

Wild at Heart Advanced Boot Camp gave me a deeper understanding of my internal and external world and began to equip me to hear and walk with God more intimately.

Wild at Heart Advanced Boot Camp is glorious and deep.

And then there is the Become Good Soil Intensive.

This is a whole different animal.

For the young man who has tasted and seen that the Lord is good and is inclined to believe that he will not be satisfied with anything less than the narrow pilgrim way, this is the wake-up call. This is where young men, created for high Kingdom purposes, can be snatched from the fast current of worldliness before being taken over the falls. All men can be rescued and healed up after the tumble, but how much better to exit the floodwaters before being dashed on the rocks? “There is a way that seems right to man, but in the end it leads to death.” (Proverbs 14:12) Many a good man has been killed simply following his good intentions. BGS Intensive is RH’s way of standing at the fork in the road where young men must choose which master they will serve. Intensive is an “in-your-face” invitation to live a life such as has been lived by very few men in world history. Morgan Snyder, with his closest kings and allies, deftly leads a journey to rediscover and celebrate the ancient path, a path Morgan and his allies personally run, walk, crawl, or bike on daily. It is an invitation such as was given to the rich young ruler: “One thing you lack. Go back and sell all that you own and come be My disciple.” The BGS Intensive’s content can be a hard pill to swallow, but the Father’s invitation is as clear and powerful as the ocean, whose waves are begging to be ridden by those with the brass to do it. It is God’s invitation to launch all on Him and trust you will end up on the shore again, alive, but not without bruises and blood.

God came for me, as a Father, as a Counselor, and as a King through the Intensive. If I apply what God revealed to me over these four holy days, there is not a field in my life that will not bear fruit, and mine will be a life that cannot be understood by the world, but also cannot be ignored. I am convinced this is possible…IF I will choose the narrow way, more clearly illuminated by the Become Good Soil Intensive than anything I have ever experienced before.  –Jay

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Laying Roof Shingles in a G-string

Disclaimer: BecomeGoodSoil.com is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation.  My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely.  If that’s not you, I welcome you to enjoy, drink deeply, and invite God to bring nourishment to your heart. But be mindful that some of the topics, language, etc., might not sit well with you; in fact, they might be offensive.  I trust you and your walk with God to sort that all out.

Let’s face it: Our culture is fixated on the boobies.

Okay, it’s nothing new. From petroglyphs and neolithic pictures to the art of the Renaissance and the paintings of the 20th century, you don’t have to look far to see the perennial celebration of women’s breasts.

But is it just me, or is the incessant focus on boobs growing (no pun intended)?

Look no further than recent trends in plastic surgery:

The annual number of surgical breast augmentations has tripled in less than a decade. (1)

Similarly, the number of breast lifts performed annually has increased by 70 percent in slightly more than a decade. (2)

Our culture’s devotion to breasts expresses itself in different ways. What other kind of cancer has most major league sports dedicating uniforms, schwag, and weeks of screen time to the hot pink of breast cancer awareness?  I haven’t seen an NFL team lately wearing dark blue ribbons supporting the end of colon cancer. Colon cancer kills 67 percent more women than breast cancer, yet only 5 percent of the resources are spent on awareness-building, compared to campaigns to save the boobies… (4)  Come to think of it, I haven’t seen any “Save the Assholes” t-shirts during the Bronco games.  Or maybe an even better one:

“Don’t be an asshole—save one!”

And of course we see our responsiveness to the female breast abounding in marketing. Let’s face it: boobs sell stuff. You can slap a set of boobs on anything and it sells more.

Literally today I went to the mailbox and found a set of coupons featuring mostly very robust sets of breasts selling everything from new vehicles to real estate to roofing services.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t think of the last time I saw a woman in a G-string laying down roof shingles in the summer heat of our suburban neighborhood.

And it’s not just men.

It seems women are equally engrossed in the idea of the perfect robust breasts. Additionally, the fascination among women on bigger, better, perkier boobs often seems to target the perception of other women as much as augment their attractiveness in the eyes of men.

Is our attraction to bounteous, brimming cleavage merely superficial, merely the objectification of women in a misogynistic culture? Surely not. I’d guess that most of us interpret our enthrallment, however crookedly we express it, as rooted in the depths of our sexuality and the pleasure and transcendence of romantic love. Were we to peel back the layers, surely we would find in the hearts of men the sacred reaching to experience Eve’s beauty inspiring our heroic strength on behalf of love and intimacy.

But what if there is an even deeper Reality at play as well, a reaching perhaps even more fundamental?

What if the ache and longing hidden in this reality is a reaching for mother?

Okay. I know some of you might have just gagged, but stay with me for a moment.

Consider the following paragraph written by Diane Ackerman and quoted in the book Sabbath by Dan Allender:

But for a baby in the womb, the mother’s heartbeat performs the ultimate cradlesong of peace and plenty; the surf-like waves of her respiration lull and soothe. The womb is a snug, familiar landscape, an envelope of rhythmic warmth, and the mother’s heartbeat a steady clarion of safety. 

Dan goes on to connect our experience in the womb with what might be available in our relationship with God:

I don’t recall being in the womb, but I have never considered the peace of that home as deeply and richly until I read (Ackerman’s) sea-rhythm, heart-cadence, warm-lullaby words. I am mesmerized by the question: ‘Is that what I felt?’ I cannot know, but I can say that I want what Ackerman pens to be an experience of being so near to God that I can hear the cradlesong of God’s heart, the lapping resonance of her breathing, and the holding ground of her skin surrounding me in divine safety and warmth.  To disparage sensuousness is to stand at arm’s length from the incarnation, allowing it to be objective and abstract. 

Perhaps the oneness, pleasure, and satiation of the womb wasn’t meant to stop suddenly at birth.  What if the wonder of lactation and nursing continued to provide total sufficiency and nourishing pleasure?

And in nursing, a mother offers more than food. She offers perfect nourishment in the context of proximity, warmth, pleasure, and rest. Being at the breast was meant to be a saving experience, filling us like a river overflowing its banks and providing such restful, nourishing pleasure that we receive bodily this revelation of the nature of a God-centered reality: all is deeply and securely well.

Calling out for Mother

In her book Becoming Myself, Stasi Eldredge suggests this:

There is a word called out more than any other on the great battlefields of history. When the fighting is done and the soldiers lay on the fields dying, one word is universally called out.  Mother.

“I heard somewhere,” Jeff said, “that soldiers dying on the battlefield cry out for their mothers. People walking through the carnage at Normandy heard grown men calling out ‘Mommy!'” He shook his head. “Calling not for their girlfriends or wives, but for their mothers.”

Decades later, Normandy survivors attest to still hearing such cries. As emotional D-Day veteran Frank Devito noted in a 2014 interview with Tom Brokaw commemorating the 70th anniversary of the Normandy invasion,

“You know there’s a fallacy that people believe about when a man is dying. They don’t ask for God. The last word they say before they die is ‘Momma.’”(5)

What if this deep, soulful reach for mother is also a reaching for God—as Mother? What if God intends not only to father us, but to mother us as well?

A father was meant to bestow identity and validation, to answer that deep question, “Do I have what it takes?” Our father’s “yes” was meant to help us know who we are and to have the confidence that we have what it takes. In turn, that allows us to risk on behalf of love. The love and validation of a father assures us that we are the real deal.

Yet a mother bestows something even more requisite, for she bestows the essential foundation upon which such identity and validation can land.

A mother bestows self-worth.

And she bestows pleasure and wellness.

She is intended to answer the question more resoundingly than any other voice:

You are worthy of love and belonging simply because you exist.

Her love, beauty, strength, and tenderness are meant to communicate, “You will be cared for and nourished joyfully until you gain such robust well-being that streams of living water pour out from you in every direction.”

Together, the masculine and feminine were intended to confide the inexpressible: a gender-full God who is more than we could ask for or imagine (Ephesians 3).

Consider El Shaddai, one of the Hebrew names of God that first appears in Genesis 17:1 in the context of God’s self-revelation to Abram.

“When Abram was ninety-nine years old, GOD showed up and said to him, “I am El Shaddai; live entirely before me, live to the hilt! I’ll make a covenant between us and I’ll give you a huge family” (Genesis 17:1, MSG).

Though the name “El Shaddai” most often appears in our English translations as Almighty God, many translators suggest a more accurate translation would be “The All-Sufficient One” or, literally, “The Breasted One,” stemming from the Hebrew word “shad” which is invariably used in Scripture to mean breast. In fact, commentator and scholar Cyrus Scofield describes the mis-rendering of this name for God as truly “regrettable.” In substituting the name “Almighty God” for “The Breasted One,”  we lose the deep significance of God revealing Himself as the Source of the pleasure, security, rest, peace, and nourishment that robust femininity was meant to provide. Scofield goes on to say, “As a fretful, unsatisfied babe is not only strengthened and nourished from the mother’s breast, but also is quieted, rested, satisfied, so El Shaddai is that name of God which sets Him forth as the Strength-giver and Satisfier of His people.”

The very same Hebrew name for God appears again in Psalm 91 as King David beckons us to find refuge tucked safely at the breast of God.

Then, at the close of Isaiah, we catch a glimpse of the vigorous well-being that is the fruit of God’s mothering His people through His redemptive work. Here Isaiah describes both the maternal qualities of Jerusalem, a picture of redeemed humanity, and of God Himself. To the people of God, Isaiah writes:

You newborns can satisfy yourselves

    at her nurturing breasts.

Yes, delight yourselves and drink your fill

    at her ample bosom.

I’ll pour robust well-being into her like a river,

    the glory of nations like a river in flood.

You’ll nurse at her breasts,

    nestle in her bosom,

    and be bounced on her knees.

As a mother comforts her child,

    so I’ll comfort you.

    You will be comforted in Jerusalem.

                                          (Isaiah 66: 11-13, MSG)

Even as we bask in such images of delight and proximity and overflowing nourishment, we might ask what would be the result of this kind of generous and ample mothering? In the subsequent verse, Isaiah gives us a glimpse:

Then you will burst for joy and feel ten feet tall (Isaiah 66:14).

What would that be like?

What would it look like for you to burst with joy and feel 10 feet tall?

What would it look like to invite God to mother you?  To cultivate an intimate heart knowledge of God as mother?  To receive the overflowing abundance of her life until you are fully satisfied?

Here’s one reason why this is so important for us to grasp:

We simply cannot be fully integrated as humans until we have invited God’s mothering of the orphaned, malnourished, and disquieted places in our soul.

Few men ever come to know what it is to have been mothered in the ways our souls were intended.  And the impact is devastating.  It wreaks havoc in many of our relationships, but most significantly in our relationships with God and with the women we long to pursue.

What have you done with the category of mother?

What is your story as it relates to being comforted and nourished? What have you known or not known of being provided a warm, safe place where you are fully protected, fully accepted, and fully satisfied? Where have you known what it is to be loved and cherished because of the simple fact that you exist?

What was the answer to your soul as a little boy: Will I have enough?

Where have you taken the ache and longing for relief and comfort?  To feel fully satisfied?

What have you attached it to? Where have you killed it, medicated it, or fed it with something that won’t produce life?

How deeply does your soul believe you are worthy of love and belonging?

Hidden in our desire for such satiation and nourishing pleasure is the proof that we come from a people who are made for it and the guarantee that there must be a holy and glorious way to find its fulfillment.

I believe it was GK Chesterton who once said,

Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is looking for God.

What if the reaching of women to have great boobs is actually a reach to feel that they are truly life givers—and to inhabit a body that could provide life-giving, life-saving nourishment to the world?

What if the reaching of men for the perfect breast is a mythic reach for the nourishing, pleasuring, all-sufficient provision of God?

If God were offering to mother you in ways beyond your wildest dreams and exceeding your secret hopes, would you take Him up on the offer?


Have the desire and courage to explore this deeper?


References:

(1) http://www.ourbodiesourselves.org/health-info/facts-about-breast-implants/

(2) http://www.plasticsurgery.org/cosmetic-procedures/breast-lift.html

http://www.plasticsurgery.org/news/2014/stats-show-breast-lifts-outpacing-breast-implants.html

(3) https://www.pacificheightsplasticsurgery.com/breast-implant-statistics/

(4) https://www.charitywatch.org/charitywatch-articles/cancer-charities-need-dose-of-organizational-chemotherapy/8

(5)  http://www.breitbart.com/national-security/2015/05/10/a-young-warriors-last-thought-is-for-mother/

#015: Getting Naked – Styles of Relating (Part 2 of 2) [Podcast]

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It was Dallas Willard, in The Divine Conspiracy, who suggested,

Jesus’ enduring relevance is based on his historically proven ability to speak, to heal, and empower the individual human condition. He matters because of what He brought and what He still brings to ORDINARY human beings, living ordinary lives and coping in their daily surroundings. He promises wholeness for their lives. In sharing our weakness He gives us strength and imparts through His companionship a life that has the quality of eternity.

In this second podcast of a two-part series on the Predominant Styles of Relating, we begin by taking a deeper look at how Jesus moves fluidly with both authority and love in all three styles, not out of habitual reaction but rather divine response.  We then move straight into honest application as Alex, JD, and I host a raw dialogue that is both painful and hopeful.

If you haven’t yet listened to Part One, start there.

Both podcast reference exercises. Click here to access those.

Take the time. Do the work.  It’ll bring more and more life for you and those you love.

Jesus, I long to have a life that, like Yours, cultivates a “quality of eternity.” I ask that You would increase my awareness of what it is like to relate to me.  What is my effect on people?  What is my impact?  What are You revealing?  I am asking for Your supernatural revelation and insight. I give You permission and access. Lead me into the deep waters. I want more. Amen.

 

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