consider it pure joy, my friend

On Saturday, September 16, 2017, Nabeel Qureshi, age 34, entered into the joy of his master, Jesus Christ, after enduring a yearlong battle with cancer.

There are only so many deaths that a person can hold in their heart. I have mine, and I will remember yours Nabeel, and your family, and your hope. Grant it to me, Lord, that my life might not be cheaply squandered and wasted away on worthless things, but that with all the time that I am given I might walk in the footsteps of my Christ, of sacrifice, of humility, of suffering, of joy.

“it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death.”

So be it unto me.


full immersion in the condition of being human

At one of his life’s crucial turning points, he recorded the following sentiment in his journal: “What I am craving is not so much recognition, praise, or admiration, as simple friendship. There may be some around me, but I cannot perceive or receive it.”

my doubts, my hopes, my fears and my joys, my pains, and my moments of ecstasy [ought to be] available to others as a source of consolation and healing… There was a time when I really wanted to help the poor, the sick, and the broken, but to do it as one who was wealthy, healthy, and strong. Now I see more and more how it is precisely through my weakness and brokenness that I minister to others.

“my whole point in teaching is for love to reign… of peace, of truth, of caring for one another”


Our God is a God of love.. so that should be foremost in our mind. Take care everyone, I’ll talk to you again soon, I’m sure.

thank you Nabeel for your love and your ministry. you’ve helped me learn so much in both my agreements and disagreements with you, and your life shows me what it means to resolve to:

Never henceforward, till I die, to act as if I were any way my own, but entirely and altogether God’s.

I hope that you will pull through, and continue to share your life and wisdom with us. But if you should go, I will pray for your family, and I will look forward to meeting you one day.

so this piece has been making the rounds, and a few thoughts:

1. I think pieces like this are especially tricksy (and distasteful) because of how the writer goes about the topic – she wants to come across all neutral, like “oh, i’m just a ‘therapist’ sharing the results of my ‘open-ended survey’..“.

2. Yes, you can spin a long emotional story and sprinkle nuance all about, but at the day’s end Priya’s story is this: YAY I FEEL ALIVE when I do what pleases and excites me even if it would really hurt people that I love, i.e. my wonderful hardworking attentive husband + our two kids (who, btw, I really love!!)!!! And you know that the author has woven some good charms when you read my summary, and think: “Yes, but Joseph, you see…

3. Let me give some examples. Here’s a normative statement: “One of the most uncomfortable truths about an affair is that what for Partner A may be an agonizing betrayal may be transformative for Partner B. Extramarital adventures are painful and destabilizing, but they can also be liberating and empowering“.

And let’s be doubly triply clear – this is not a woman in an abusive relationship, or one where affection is scarce and the love colder than tofu that you left in the freezer by mistake. So what exactly is she being ‘liberated’ from or ’empowered’ to do? Again, the author’s word choice is telling. Elsewhere, she describes the fling as a ‘quest for the unexplored self‘, which borrows from the legends of valiant knights on lengthy errands, or some long and arduous but noble endeavor, but really Priya is just having sex with a truck driver in his truck while keeping her family in the dark. It’s quite incredible how a few emotive words can dress up simple selfishness.

4. ‘Cheating is rediscovering a new you more than it is rejecting your partner!’

That’s certainly illuminating in some ways, and the piece does flesh out how cheating is more than our stock understanding of fleeing from marital unhappiness. But consider the author’s words again:

“Expansive?!,” I can hear some people exclaiming. “Self-discovery?! Cheating is cheating, whatever fancy New Age labels you want to put on it. It’s cruel, it’s selfish, it’s dishonest, and it’s abusive.”…And yet I often find myself asking jilted lovers to consider a question that seems ludicrous to them: What if the affair had nothing to do with you?”

Now this is a super good misdirection. Even if I take her hypothesis – that the affair was not Priya’s rejection of her partner – does that really make Priya’s actions not:

– cruel

– selfish

– dishonest

??? No. It doesn’t. Again, Priya just wants to have high-school sex with a truck driver, and yes the author does a good job of tying bow ties on her liaison to make it look prettier, but I really dislike people who garnish selfishness, who rationalise it and call it by different names to make it more palatable, more acceptable, more ‘adventurous’, more noble.

I’m almost done here. The author speaks of how Priya discovers an ‘intoxicating new self‘, as if the affair was not a betrayal but merely Priya picking out a new perfume in Sephora. And I do sympathize / empathize with those who struggle with awful and difficult marriages (less so with Priya, whose situation is just boredom and selfishness indulged). My issue is with the author, and with those who would repackage toxic self-absorption and call it liberation. “To be happy and free, cast off all restraints in unleashed selfism!

No, selfishness is not something that we should bask in and give full rein to. It is not freedom, it is not emancipation. I do have an agenda as I write this, and I will make it perfectly clear – selfishness is something that we need to be rescued from and saved out of, and not for mere ‘unselfishness’ or self-denial, but for love – which is to value and to esteem things, and people, so much that we would be able to break out of the destructive self-obsession that leads us to where Priya is, a ‘walking contradiction’, ‘heavy with guilt’. We know this – as Lewis wrote, “Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay“.

If all we do is for us alone, we are desperately lonely, and if we try to mix others in for purely selfish reasons, everything is instrumental and rings hollow. Even the lonest of Lone Rangers needs a Tonto.

[A postscript that I would like to add is this: ‘selfishness’ is not something reserved for the person who cheats. Every selfish strain imaginable is in me too, and I would hate it if the counsel I received was that selfishness is O K, that I’m really just on a quest, and that I’m finding liberation. I do hope to receive compassion and understanding in my struggles, but not a sugar coat. Friends level with friends. Love cannot be separated from truth.]

I will glory in my Redeemer

Whose priceless blood has ransomed me

Mine was the sin that drove the bitter nails

And hung Him on that judgment tree

I – me!!

I will glory – I will bring all of my praise and my honor, I will exult and boast gladly in, I will rejoice and be found satisfied in

in my Redeemer – who reclaimed me, who repossessed me, who came to me and took me as His own child

whose priceless blood – here is the best man that ever was, the kindest and most perfect man, an innocent man, who meekly paid my blood-debt with his own

has ransomed me – here i am, captive and in the clutches of what i cannot shake, and i tear at myself and wrestle with thoughts within me that do not leave. i am chained when i would be free. but when He calls me, i go gladly to Him. can it be that i am free? but by grace, i am a free slave. where every passion once possessed me, i am now wholly a slave to righteousness. where every desire held sway over me, i am now beholden to good, i am free from my self, i am a bondservant to all men. i have no longings for another.. i am satisfied in Him alone.

And when He calls me

It will be paradise

His face forever to behold