A Metaphor Explained- Why this blog is called “underground voices”

It has a lot to do with the fact that I liked the name, to be quite honest. But there’s much more to it than that.

It’s not all that important where I am, what my name is, or what the exact circumstances are surrounding my predicament. But here is what I think that you should know about me.

So the title of the blog. It’s not because I work in a subway. It’s not because I’m trapped in a well. And it’s not because I’m the founder of some kind of Neo-Underground Railroad movement to free African Americans from modern forms of oppression. But that would be kind of interesting if it were true. 

Simply put, I am a Christian who is not allowed to freely and openly express my views and practice my religion. The reasons surrounding that are private, but it is the reality. Does that mean that I am being tortured and imprisoned? Absolutely not. Show up with some food and water and an escape plan for me and I’ll just laugh (after thanking you for your concern, of course). And it doesn’t even mean that I have no opportunities to do what I believe God wants me to. It just means that my life is a bit different. 

If you would like to call it persecution, it would be considered the mildest possible kind. I am not the Apostle Paul here. But I am a Christian who has to undergo different kinds of obstacles than some other Christians, but that doesn’t mean that I necessarily have it worse off.

Sometimes, being forced into the underground is a blessing. It makes you more passionate, more appreciative; it is the ultimate antidote to indifference and stuffiness. But you must guard your heart, of course, and make sure that you are not just doing it for the thrill. And you must also make sure that when you dream of your own freedom in the distant future, you are thinking of the right kind of freedom, and for the right reasons. Galatians 5:13 puts it nicely: You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge in the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. 

So there’s a couple caveats. But I wouldn’t say that my life is all glamor and sleuth. I’m not just an onward Christian spy. I too get complacent, indifferent, and doubtful. And I have experienced being in a real Christian environment, which was my high school. So I know what it’s like to be mainstream too,  surrounded by people who agree with you, but not always with their whole heart. Which is, at times, just as frustrating as concrete opposition. So this in itself has its own set of problems. 

The point of this was to let you know what it feels like here in the underground. If you are experiencing something similar and want to talk, or if you just want to talk, shoot me an email mlr96@rocketmail.com. Otherwise, have a great day, and remember to keep pushing on while resisting the myriad of temptations. 







A Struggling Servant


I believe in serving God, and others in the process. Isn’t that the whole point of the Bible? In the Old Testament, kings and judges served God and their people. In the New Testament, we are exhorted again and again to serve the hungry and the needy ceaselessly. After all, Jesus himself didn’t sit at meat, he SERVED IT UP and himself, in the most literal way possible. He set a pretty good example.

And then there’s me.

I just don’t understand it. When I try to serve, things always get in the way. Transportation, scheduling, wrong intentions, discouragement from people in my life, logistics… the list goes on and on. I hate to make excuses, and I hate to believe in something that I hardly do. That means that I don’t even believe it.

But why can’t I just go out there and serve? I think it’s so necessary, so important, and yet, and yet…

I just finished emailing a bunch of student organizations for service. But the fact that none of them are religious makes me uneasy. I don’t want to serve a vain and secular cause. But as long as the organization is helping people in need, isn’t that worthwhile for me to do, even if the people around me are serving for a different reason? What do you think, is service pointless without God? Ultimately, I know the answer is yes, but can’t service be a vehicle to higher understanding? And can’t I try to impart some kind of spiritual nugget, convey an essence of God by the way I complete a certain task that will make it worthwhile?

I’m probably just over thinking it. I should just do something. Well, tomorrow, God willing, I’ll be participating in something called a “campus EV” with this Christian organization. I’m banking on EV standing for evangelism. If you have a minute, you can pray that it is successful!

youngleaders.nssga.org (photo)