Blessed Are the Misfits: Great News for Believers who are Introverts, Spiritual Strugglers, or Just Feel Like They're Missing Something

by Brant Hansen

Overview

If you've ever felt like you don't fit into American church culture... Brant Hansen has been there, too. Join Hansen as he explores modern Christianity, the beauty of being different, and the astonishing goodness of God.

American church culture can feel designed for extroverted, emotional people -- so what does that mean for the rest of us? Brant Hansen gets it. Introverted, a natural skeptic, and an "Aspie," he often wondered how, even if, he fit into the Kingdom of God.

But the good news is that the Good News is for all. Maybe "spiritual" doesn't always look like we expect. And maybe those of us whose lives aren't full of amazing or emotional spiritual stories, or those of us who struggle to be social, confident, or happy -- "misfits," really -- have a beautiful place in God's kingdom too.

In his trademark dry, self-effacing humor, Brant addresses questions like:

• If I don't relate to God as emotionally or feel His presence as intensely, is there something wrong with me?
• What if I'm not good at talking to people about my faith -- or not good at talking to people at all?
• What if I'm terrible at praying and even struggle to want to pray?
• If I struggle with depression, does that mean I've failed spiritually?

For anyone who has felt left out, anyone who has gone through the motions, or anyone who feels like they have more questions than answers, Blessed Are the Misfits is a breath of fresh air.

 

Praise for Blessed are the Misfits:

"This book is for those who feel disconnected, lonely, or spiritually dry. Brant's writing is honest, quirky, funny, and downright therapeutic. I can think of no one I'd rather have sit down with me and say, "You know what? It's okay to be you.'"

--Benjamin C. Warf, MD, Professor of Neurosurgery, Harvard Medical School

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780718096366
Publisher:	Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:	11/28/2017
Sold by:	HarperCollins Publishing
Format:	eBook
Pages:	256
Sales rank:	160,724
File size:	671 KB

About the Author

Brant Hansen is a nationally syndicated radio host and podcaster of The Brant and Sherri Oddcast. He works with CURE International, a worldwide network of hospitals that brings life-changing medical care and the good news of God’s love to children with treatable conditions. Brant lives in South Florida with his wife, Carolyn. You can find out more about the amazing work of CURE at cure.org, and you can follow Brant at Brant Hansen Page on Facebook, and @branthansen on Instagram and Twitter.

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CHAPTER 1

It's Not Just You

YOU KNOW THAT FEELING WHEN GOD IS RIGHT there, this close, and you can just feel His loving arms around you, and you can literally hear His voice whispering in your ear, telling you how much He loves you?

I don't.

I never have.

Maybe you can relate. Maybe you can't. Or maybe, if you've gotten the impression you're too analytical, too logical, too introverted, too just plain weird, or too whatever for God, you'll let me tell you a quick story.

Once, Jesus went up on a mountainside and sat down with His odd assortment of friends and followers. They were handpicked, and they weren't even close to being respected religious leaders.

Oh, there were plenty of popular religious big shots to choose from. Respected ones. Learned ones. Charismatic ones. Popular ones. Jesus knew all about them.

He just didn't choose them.

That was surely a shock, because everyone thought the successful people were closer to God than others. They were recognized for their insights, their roles in public worship, and their ability to attract followers. Wouldn't Jesus want those kinds of people?

But then Jesus started talking about the way things worked in another reality, an even realer reality, called the kingdom of God, and it was in stark contrast to the way the world operates. Jesus started listing the kinds of people who should be happy that the kingdom is what it is.

And, according to Jesus, guess who should be happy:

The spiritually bankrupt.

People who are grieving.

The humble.

Those who are desperately looking for some justice in the world.

The merciful.

The genuinely pure-hearted.

People who want peace.

Those who suffer for doing the right things.

They should all be happy (or "blessed," in most translations of the Bible) because God's kingdom, the deepest reality, is the kingdom that will last. It's the one that counts.

Not this one. This one is short-lived. This kingdom, this culture, this way humans treat each other, is profoundly messed up.

But you knew that already.

*
When I was a freshman at the University of Illinois, my roommates were involved in campus ministries. They loved Intervarsity and Cru (or Campus Crusade) and always talked about it. It was the thing to do.

They were older than me, and they were cool, gregarious, funny, loud, and popular. They thought I was odd, yes, but they had genuine compassion for me. They wanted me to experience their awesome campus ministries. They went to dynamic large group meetings, intimate small groups, super-fun dances, and high-impact big campus outreach events!

I wanted friends. I wanted their excitement about God too. They told me I needed to "plug in" to everything. All of it. I would need to square-dance with strangers, "share" in intimate small groups, and go up to people I didn't know on campus and tell them about my faith.

This sounded fantastic to me! ... Except for the square dances with strangers, the sharing in intimate small groups, and also the part about going up to people I didn't know on campus and telling them about my faith.

When I look back, it dawns on me: of course they loved it. They were extroverts, all three of them. I didn't even know what I was at the time (an introvert with Asperger's syndrome), but when I tried doing this stuff, I'd start fantasizing scenarios — say, a sudden UFO invasion — that ended with me being vaporized on the spot.

I longed for that. Please, Space Aliens, I know what I'm witnessing here is an awesome, powerful ministry and everybody's having a great time. I'm just asking you to vaporize me. Thanks.

Clearly, something was spiritually wrong with me. The campus Christians were pumped about their faith. They had emotional worship services. I sang, and felt little. They sensed God's overwhelming presence in prayer, so I'd join prayer groups, dutifully waiting, trying to rein in my wandering mind, asking God to help me feel His presence.

But I couldn't feel anything. Something was amiss with me spiritually, and I knew it. Prayer felt like talking into a walkie-talkie, knowing that the batteries were dead.

Maybe God gave up on me? Maybe I'd sinned too much? Maybe He wasn't there?

Worse, it occurred to me that maybe He had never been there. I'd done all the Christian stuff before, including, but not limited to: attending multiple DC Talk concerts, participating in Vacation Bible School programs, repeatedly being prodded to sing a song called "Arky," and engaging in hardcore Christian puppetry.

But I didn't remember ever getting emotional during worship or experiencing powerful prayer.

Not once. Ever.

Growing up, I did remember sermons that scared me about hell or made me feel guilty. So there was that. But that's all I had, after a lifetime of this stuff.

I didn't abandon the idea of God. I didn't hold it against Him, because I figured it had to be my fault. Bottom line: whatever it was I was supposed to be doing, I wasn't doing it right.

*
Then I met a guy named Kurt who was excited about his faith. He told me I needed to experience something different, that I needed the Holy Spirit to show up and truly take over my heart. Obviously that freaked me out, but I was willing to visit his group out of lonely desperation.

Maybe God would fix me, and I'd experience the presence of God everyone else was apparently feeling.

We went into a basement in a campus church, and we sat in metal folding chairs, and they shared and emoted about God for an hour. They eventually turned to me and asked me if I was "open to the Spirit," and I told them I sure was, at least I thought I was, or sure wanted to be, or something like that, I don't know, or ...

They got up and gathered around me and started praying out loud, all of them, all at once, fervently.

They burst out "praying in tongues" — praying in languages I didn't recognize — and I closed my eyes and asked God to please, please help me.

Please don't give up on me.

Please let me have whatever it is everybody else has.

Please. Something.

But nothing was apparently happening. That frustrated some of the rapid-praying people around me. It was chaotic, but they took turns praying out loud near my ear, saying things (in English) like, "God, break through this young man's wall of resistance. Open him up to You," and "Break the chains that are binding this young man to his own intellect and ..."

"Humble Brant, Lord!"

Yes, humble me. Please, God.

"Help him not to depend on his own understanding! Release Satan's power over him! Do it now!"

Yes. All of that.

"Break through right now!"

Please. I don't want to be this way anymore. Break through, God.

"Let Brant get out of his own mind and turn to You!"

Yes, Lord. Get me out of my mind, like these people.

"Open Brant's heart, God! Do it! Open his heart and mind to You!"

Was I supposed to just start talking in another language? If so, I wanted that. Kick-start my other-language-speaking, Father. Please.

Any language but English, Father. I already speak English, so that won't mean as much, and —

"DO IT!"

Nothing.

"OPEN HIS HEART!"

Nothing at all.

After a long time the prayer ended. I had completely failed. I was still "in my own head."

I was eighteen years old, a church-raised repetitive sinner, well aware of my laziness and selfishness and lust and sarcasm. And I couldn't feel God at all.

I wanted God, honestly I did.

Did God, presuming He exists, still want me?

*
It hurts to remember this. Not so much because it's embarrassing (it is) but because I know this sort of thing has happened to so many people who are reading along. If it wasn't the basement/prayer scenario, it was something like it: a time when we were left wondering if, when it comes to God, we belong on the Island of Misfit Toys, if we belong at all.

God, I don't feel You. I don't get it. I don't understand church people. I'm not having the same experience everyone else seems to be having. I have doubts. I don't think like the others do.

People talk about being "saved from sin," but I'm still sinning. I try and try, but I don't fit. I don't know if I ever have.

Honestly, I often wonder if You're around, but here I am, talking to You. I feel alone.

Please have mercy on me.

If you can relate to that, I'm not alone.

Neither are you.

*
I was raised in churches as a preacher's kid, and I've long worked in "Christian entertainment." I've seen enough hypocrisy and cartoonish, show-biz religion to give Bill Maher fuel for fifty more Religulous documentaries. (A documentary I haven't watched, by the way. No need. I feel like I've already lived it.)

If you were setting out to make someone a harsh skeptic of Christianity, you might want to give him a background like mine. I'll share some very personal things along the way to explain. But this isn't a memoir. It's about how people like me can still believe Jesus is the best news in the history of the world.

As a radio host, I enjoyed regularly talking on-air with the head of the American Humanist Association, Paul Kurtz. He was also in charge of the Center for Skeptical Inquiry and was known for being a "leading American skeptic."

Laughing, he once told me, "You know what? I think you really are more skeptical than I am." I felt strangely proud of this. I out-skepticed the Leading Skeptic Guy.

It turns out, I'm so skeptical, I'm skeptical of skeptics. I'm skeptical of myself. And that's led me back to — of all things, of all people — Jesus.

I hope when you're done with this book, you'll see God still loves people like you and me, people who sometimes genuinely don't understand what people are doing or feeling or thinking when it comes to religious stuff.

We have reason to be very relieved.

Happy, even. Blessed.

You see, Jesus went up on a mountainside, and He sat down with His odd assortment of followers, and He told them what the kingdom of God was really like, and it didn't look at all like what they expected.

It was way better.

It included them.

CHAPTER 2

Together, yet Apart

I JUST SEARCHED "WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU DON'T feel like God is around" on the net and found a handy list.

And by "handy," I mean "awful."

It should be called "Yep, Here's Another 15 Things You're Doing Wrong." Turns out you're not praying enough, not spending enough time in the Bible, not going to church enough — all that stuff. And if you and I are doing that stuff, well, here's another twelve things you're probably not doing.

All good stuff, those twenty-seven things. I can't argue against any of those twenty-seven very good things.

They all sounded familiar, too, because I've beaten myself up about all of them on multiple occasions. So the article seemingly comes down to this:

Q: Dear Expert: Why does God seem absent? Why can't I feel His presence? Why do I yearn for more?

A: Probably because you blew it.

Q: I figured. Thanks!

A: Hey, no prob.

Having lived with this (an absence of feeling God's presence) for my entire life, I'd like to tell you something: our feelings have nothing to do with whether God loves us or is still involved in our lives.

Nothing.

There is no basis in Scripture for the idea that if God is still involved with you, you'll have good feelings. Unless, that is, your actual god is your good feelings.

It's something few in church culture are willing to admit: "I don't feel God around. I haven't in years." And yet, this is how it is for so many of us.

If God-feelings are gone, is God gone with them? Did He leave us?

We hear the phrase "relationship with God" frequently in Christian circles. But honestly, what might that actually look like? Shouldn't we be utterly content with that relationship?

I know the easy answer is "Of course!" But now I'm not so sure.

We're surrounded in Christian culture with songs and messages that promote the idea that we have found our complete satisfaction in our relationship with God. But what if we're supposed to yearn for something more? What if an aching dissatisfaction, even frustration, might be evidence of a right relationship with God?

*
When Jesus was sharing His Last Supper with His friends, He wasn't just having a Passover meal.

He was proposing.

This sounds bizarre. But there's no mistaking it.

A little background: In their culture, and at that time, marriage happened in stages. There was a betrothal (erusin) — which was legally binding — often at least a year before the wedding (nissuin). They would not live together during the betrothal period or consummate their marriage. They were "together yet apart."

Through our own modern lenses, the betrothal process might seem odd, but it's intriguing. Here's how it happened:

First, it was common for a father to choose a bride for his son. The bridegroom would then come to the home of the woman his father had chosen.

To her family he would then present an offer: a covenant, an agreement proposing marriage, including a price he was willing to pay to her family for her. The price was an indication of the value he placed on the woman he wanted to marry. (It didn't work the other way. The bride's father didn't have to pay a thing. The cost was borne by the groom and his father.)

If her family accepted, the groom would pour a glass of wine for her.

And now, it was squarely up to her. If she accepted, she would reach for the cup and drink.

The delighted groom would then follow by drinking from the same cup. They would be betrothed. This meant they would be legally bound, and the two had become one. The bridegroom would then tell her that she was "sanctified unto me by ... the law of Moses and Israel."

But the marriage would not be consummated. Not yet.

Before the groom left he would leave her with gifts, as a way of reminding her that she was bought for a price, now betrothed in a new covenant with him.

He would then go home and tackle his next project: he would build a place for them, a "honeymoon suite," usually in his father's house. No doubt he would think of his beloved the entire time he was building, however many months rolled by in the period of "together, yet apart."

Much as he might yearn for her, he couldn't be married until the construction was ready, and he didn't get to determine that. His father would let him know when it met his specifications.

Only then (it could be a year or two) might the groom hear the words he'd been waiting for: "It's time. Get your bride."

Meanwhile, the bride would be thinking of him. She would be spending her time preparing, along with her friends, for the wedding. She would wear a veil in public, and otherwise signify that she'd accepted a man's offer. I wonder if sometimes, in the interim, she struggled with doubt. Was this really going to work? Had she made the right choice? What about the other options? Had she felt anything for him? Would she ever? Had he even been real? Had she just dreamed him?

Yes, she was fully committed, but understandably eager for the period of "together, yet apart" to finally end.

When the bridegroom's father told him he was ready, he and his party would make their way to the bride's home.

While she would have an idea that his coming was imminent, she and her friends wouldn't know exactly when it would happen.

He would signal his coming with a loud blast of a shofar, a ram's horn, and then he and his party would arrive for the bride and her bridesmaids.

The crowd would then excitedly make their way to the groom's father's house. The couple would go into the newly built honeymoon chamber.

When the groom announced to his groomsmen that the marriage had been consummated, a week-long party would start. Lots of food, lots of dancing, and an abundance of celebration.

It concluded with a massively festive, grand-finale feast with two stars of the show: the groom and his bride. The wedding feast, at last.

And finally they were together, and no longer apart.

(Continues…)

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Table of Contents

Foreword, xiii,
ONE: It's Not Just You, 1,
TWO: Together, yet Apart, 9,
THREE: Blessed Are My Fellow People on the Autism Spectrum (and Those Who Can Relate to Us), 19,
FOUR: Blessed Are Those of Us Who Apparently Landed on the Wrong Planet, 27,
FIVE: Blessed Are the Unfeeling Faithful, 37,
SIX: Blessed Are the Unfeeling Faithful, Part 2: Real "Fruit", 51,
SEVEN: Blessed Are the Introverted Evangelical Failures, 57,
EIGHT: Blessed Are the People Who Can't Pray Worth a Darn, 69,
NINE: Blessed Are the People Who Just Read That Last Chapter but Still Have Some Questions, 79,
TEN: Blessed Are the Wounded, 87,
ELEVEN: Blessed Are Those Who Don't Have Amazing Spiritual Stories, 97,
TWELVE: Blessed Are the Impostors, 107,
THIRTEEN: Blessed Are the Introverts Who Keep Trying, 115,
FOURTEEN: Blessed Are the Perpetual Strugglers, 127,
FIFTEEN: Blessed Are the People Who Do Church Anyway, 137,
SIXTEEN: Blessed Are the Melancholy and the Depressed, 151,
SEVENTEEN: Blessed Are Those Who Don't Take Themselves So Seriously, 161,
EIGHTEEN: Blessed Are the Skeptics and Those Who Don't Know Where Else to Go, 171,
NINETEEN: Blessed Are the Unnoticed, 185,
TWENTY: Blessed Are the Lonely, 199,
TWENTY-ONE: Blessed Are the Misfit Royalty, 209,
Acknowledgments, 217,
A Special Appendix: A Misfit Roll Call, 219,
Notes, 227,
About the Author, 233,