Monday, February 4, 2013

Fine Arts Essay

Hey guys, I know it's been a while since I've posted. Well, this is why! Below is a copy of my Fine Arts First Person Essay. The theme this year was "Finish/ed," which, as you can imagine, has potential for all sorts of different interpretations. What does it mean to finish, how often do we start something and not finish, what's the point in finishing...the list goes on. Anyway, this is my interepretation. Hope you enjoy!
 
The Arrival 

Finish: to complete; to refine; to arrive.  Starting a task has never been an issue for me.  Perhaps that’s because the only possibility was to improve from my current standings.  On the other hand, finishing can be quite a daunting endeavor, and may include obstacles and hardships that I never intended to face.  I can remember as a young child, I’d play games with my brothers and the second I started to lose I would say, “I quit!”  As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that the same childish attitude I possessed during those games is still my natural tendency when the cost of obstacles seemingly begin to outweigh the goal of the finish line.

            God never promised that the things He asks of me will be easy, rather He stated that through HIM, I am a conqueror  because of His great love which will bring me through (Romans 8:37.)    One time I remember feeling led to pray over a girl for healing.  However, I’d never met this girl before, nor did I feel comfortable doing so.  Despite my feelings, I pushed myself to do it, and words beyond my own wisdom came out of my mouth. I realized something: God will give me the strength I need to finish His work.  I simply need to take action.  This is something I find I must constantly remind myself because it’s so easy to get caught up in worldly views of self-empowerment, when ultimately my strength to finish doesn’t have to come from me; but from HIM.

            A couple years prior to my example above, I was at a point where I had stopped working towards the finish line. I’ve been a Christian for as long as I can remember, but about five years ago I recall feeling spiritually stuck; like I wasn’t moving forward at all.  If anything, I was moving backward.  I began to wonder why God wasn’t bringing me out of the rut I was in.  In all honesty, I had reached a point of complacency.  Sure, God was challenging me to do new things; but not things I wanted to do!  For some reason, He wasn’t getting closer to me! Little did I know that it was my responsibility to grow, and being complacent was simply not an option.

            Finally one day in church, a simple message about Bible reading and prayer caught my attention.  As basic of a sermon it was, it made me realize that I wasn’t actively pursuing God like I should have been.  God is there to carry my burdens, but I have to seek Him to find Him!  I made a decision that day (which still stands true): I choose to run to the finish line.  Sure, I could probably still get into heaven by remaining where I’m at right now.  In the same sense, I could also walk to a finish line.  But why?  Finishing is more than just scraping by; it’s a journey which leads to an arrival.

            Sure enough, this decision ensured obstacles, discomfort, and pain.  Just like running, the battles only got stronger as I went further along. My decision, although rewarding, definitely impacted my relationships with others.  As I became more vocal about my relationship with God, people often treated me differently or tagged me as “weird.” Many friends of mine had difficulty understanding why I became “so religious,” and often questioned or mocked my decisions that went against the “norms” of society.  I was also faced with fear and discomfort as God led me to serve in ways beyond my own capabilities. For example, I distinctly remember God pushing me to speak up in a situation with some friends of mine.  It was awkward and distressing at the time, but little experiences like this reminded me of God’s power, peace, and comfort. Perhaps it was my age, or perhaps God gave me strength I needed; nonetheless, I began to realize that obstacles are inevitable, but the finish line is well worth the fight. 

            I look forward to the day when I finally do reach the finish line. Although the journey there is the main focus, the reward is the icing on the cake.  I cannot fathom what will come beyond the finish line; but I know this: It’s something worth running towards.  The obstacles I have faced, and the trials to come are simply attacks of the enemy meant to lead me astray.  As John 16:33 states, “In this world you will have trouble.  But take heart!  I have overcome the world!”  Although finishing isn’t always the easiest option, it is unquestionably the most rewarding.   And when that day comes, I will not walk through the finish line; I will run; run to the One who carried me through it all.
-Tamara

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