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Month: September 2009

Some Wise Words

This from Bishop N. T. Wright, who has endured much criticism from the blogosphere, not that he minds criticism, but he minds misrepresentations, gossip, and slander from those who hide behind the anonymity of the internet. I find his words worth pondering:

It really is high time we developed a Christian ethic of blogging. Bad temper is bad temper even in the apparent privacy of your own hard drive, and harsh and unjust words, when released into the wild, rampage around and do real damage. And as for the practice of saying mean and untrue things while hiding behind a pseudonym — well, if I get a letter like that it goes straight in the bin. (Justification pages 26, 27


It is too easy to type in a passion and hit ‘send’ or ‘post’ without thinking that what you have written impacts a person on the other end. I know. I’ve done it and regretted doing it. Bad temper is, indeed, bad temper, and it is ill fitting to human beings, much less to Christian human beings.

Pastoral Engineering

Hope Church associate pastor Geoff Henderson attended recently a training and evaluation gathering for men and women interested in church planting. One of the participants, he reports, was counseled to watch more TV, go to more movies, and to listen to more music, if he were to have hopes of being a successful church planter.

That sound you hear is the scoffing of (some) readers of this blog. Such counsel, they would assert, is just what is the matter with the church today. We are more concerned with relevance than we are with biblical or doctrinal fidelity, they will say. Advice like this is what has ruined the pulpit, it is asserted.

Is the scoffing justified. At times, sure. However, less often than we might imagine.

John Stott’s reputation as a faithful expositor of the biblical text is untarnished. His metaphor for the task of preaching is that of a bridge. Preaching is a task which begins in the ancient world of the biblical text and lands in the modern world in which our congregants live and work and think and play. The task of the preacher is to bring the ancient truth of the text across that bridge into the world of the hearer.

No one disputes that the preacher must be as thoroughly equipped to understand the ancient world of the biblical text as he possibly can be. He must be trained and diligent to understand the text before he can ever begin to pass it on to a modern person. That this is a weakness among many preachers has been duly noted.

However, if we make no effort to understand the modern hearer and the unique world in which he lives, we can speak all we want about the message of the text, but we will not be heard. This is Stott’s compelling point, a point which in itself is too often overlooked. We often build bridges which land no where because we do not understand the world into which we are wanting them to land.

After reading Dr. Stott make his plea for relevance, which he does very well, I was listening to several of the talks from the recent TED conference. Each of these speakers – a behavioral economist, an agricultural expert, a biologist – built bridges. Each was bringing insight from their particularly arcane fields and laying it upon the world of those to whom their insights applied. What makes these speakers so effective and captivating was their ability to help the audience see that their seemingly obscure knowledge matters to them.

We certainly have heard ‘experts’ speak about subjects concerning which they feel a great deal of passion. These subjects are often important ones. But if the speaker is unable to make the subject seem relevant, he has not built a successful bridge, we are bored.

I never want to be boring, for boredom means that I have failed to successfully connect my listener with the significance of the topic. I will have built a bridge to nowhere.

Would Stott scoff at the cultural advice given to the aspiring church planter? Certainly not. He would no doubt give such advice.

“We should be praying that God will raise up a new generation of Christian communicators who are determined to bridge the chasm; who struggle to relate God’s unchanging Word to our ever-changing world; who refuse to sacrifice truth to relevance or relevance to truth; who resolve instead in equal measure to be faithful to Scripture and pertinent to today.” (page 144)

Shameless Greed


I can be bought. I confess it.

Some of you may be aware of something called ‘Mobile Me’ – an Apple online presence which offers for Mac owners seamless online back up and syncing capabilities. I’ve tried Mobile Me, and it works great. It’s really cool, but like Lauren in the Windows ads, it’s $100 price tag makes it too cool for me.

However…

I just discovered a site that allows me to do at least one of the more useful things that Mobile Me allowed – live syncing and sharing of files, particularly large ones.

I’m speaking of Dropbox. You can visit the site to get a full explanation, but here is how it is useful for me:

Last week, our family, located in various parts of the country, filmed a birthday greeting for our daughter-in-law Amy which then, on her birthday, we wanted to share with her. The best we could do in sharing it was to send a scaled down, low-resolution version of it to her via email, and post the same on Facebook.

Dropbox, however, installs a folder on my computer. Anything I drop into that folder is copied automatically to an online server. If it is a public folder, others can access the file there. Had we done this with the 200MB video, everyone could have accessed the full hi-res movie. That’s cool.

Dropbox offers users 2GB of storage space for $100 less than Apple’s Mobile Me. For those of you no good at math, that means that it is FREE. And it plays well with all – Mac, Windows, and Linux.

And here is the great (greedy) thing: if you sign up for Dropbox through the following link, I, and you, both get extra space! How’s that for a Labor Day deal?

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“Please, Sir, I Want Some More”

When Oliver Twist was nine or ten, he lived in a workhouse for paupers. Charles Dickens with ironic flair paints a terrible picture of living conditions in which the residents are slowly starved to death by penny pinching overseers.

One day, driven by hunger and the provocation of his fellow inmates, Oliver Twist finishes his bowl of gruel, and then stands before his caretakers and says, “Please, sir, I want some more.”

The response was predictably frightful, which was why, of course, neither Oliver nor anyone else had dared ask before.

The Scriptures can be read to suggest that these words of Oliver are perfectly appropriate when uttered before God. It is right to come before him and say, “Please, sir, I want some more.”

Why, I wonder, do my prayers lack that simple passion? Is it because to pray so appealingly is to somehow imply that God has heretofore been stingy with me? I have been well blessed in so many ways. Is that why I do not ask for more?

Perhaps I think that I don’t have worthy things to seek from him. But to ask for a deeper love for him, or for greater fruitfulness in ministry, or for more wisdom as a father and husband, these aren’t unworthy things.

I certainly hope that it is not because I view God as a begrudging, miserly distributor of daily bread.

So then, why don’t I – why don’t WE – take up again the notion that God is a loving heavenly father delighting to give good gifts to his children? There is no shame.

“Please, sir, I want some more.”

Jumping Ship

I tend to vote Republican because I find that I am in general economically and socially conservative. But it is becoming increasingly more embarrassing to live under this banner.

I did not vote for Barak Obama, primarily because of my pro-life convictions. However, the man is our president. I cannot accept the implication made by many that he is unmitigated evil and the sign of impending apocalypse. I have a greater confidence in the providence of God and the resilience of our political system than most, I suppose.

Today’s local paper says that ‘many’ parents are not wanting their children to listen to President Obama’s speech to school children next Tuesday, and our school district is allowing them to opt out. I find this a bit over the top, but schools will always be composed of eccentrics, and so I can overlook it. What really got me was this quote from the chair of the Florida Republican Party:

“I am absolutely appalled that taxpayer dollars are being used to spread President Obama’s socialist ideology,” Greer said in a statement. “I do not support using our children as tools to spread liberal propaganda.”

I find this not only embarrassing but naïve as well. It is embarrassing because like him or not, he is our president. He will embrace policies with which I disagree, but he is our president, and is owed the respect that that office gives to him.

But it is naïve as well. Does Mr. Greer and the other parents not understand that schools are all about indoctrination? Not just public schools mind you. SCHOOLS. We home school, and we are all about leading our children to understand the world in a certain way. We are, as it were, ‘using our children to spread a Christian world view’. If he or any of the other parents are concerned about a liberal agenda and see it only in the assumed content of the president’s speech, that is amazingly simplistic.

Please understand: this is not a rant about public schools. I know many who do a wonderful job in those schools. I know many Christians who bring their Christianity to bear in amazing ways in those halls. And I know many parents whose children are prospering there, prospering as Christians.

But any parent with their children in a public school knows that he or she needs to monitor and address what is received there helping the child to embrace what is true, question what is not, and discern the difference. That is called ‘education’. And that is exactly how we ought to approach the president’s address.

I think in protest that I will make sure my son watches the president’s speech on Tuesday. He might just be challenged to pursue something good. And if there is a scary liberal agenda operative, I can think of no better opportunity to hear it, critique it, and learn from it.

I’m ready to sign up for independency. Any reason I shouldn’t?

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UPDATE: Similar thoughts from someone better known here.

Tell Me the Story of Jesus

Many, many years ago, I attended a special chapel service at a local Christian School at which a presentation was being made by a storyteller from Iowa.

A storyteller. That is not a career choice embraced by many of us. I’m not sure where one goes to get specialized training in it. All I know is that this guy was good.

For a long period of time, he kept all of us captivated with stories. Young and old listened through every dramatic pause and seeming diversion to get to the end of the story.

If at the time I’d ever heard of Garrison Keillor, it didn’t matter. Here before me was a man who with the mere force of his words and presence held us in his web. And I wanted to do that, too.

Like most ambitions for me, that one got sidetracked by life. I did ask the man for a book recommendation which would be of some aid in learning to do what he was doing. Though I bought the book, I was never able to persevere in this. I now see that to do what he did demands a large measure of acting talent of which I have none.

What, however, this experience demonstrates is the stunning power of a good story well told.

And I’m envious of those who are able to marshal such skill in the service of the preached word.

I am not an advocate of the style of preaching parodied as ‘the sky scraper sermon’ (one story upon another). Preaching is to be more than the telling of stories. There is a truth to be extracted from the Biblical text and applied meaningfully to the congregation.

However, that truth once isolated and examined will be more readily embraced when served up through the medium of a powerful story. The prophet Nathan was a wise communicator. Instead of laying out the truth of David’s unfaithfulness in stark propositional terms, he told David a simple story of a poor shepherd, a powerful lord, and a vulnerable sheep. He did not sidestep truth. Rather, he took a story as his arrow, tipped it with the poison of truth, and aimed it at David’s heart. Story carries truth home like nothing else.

They say that our media saturated culture may be immune to preaching. I think we can say that our media saturated culture is resistant to the theological lecture. But a media saturated culture may be even more vulnerable to the truth, if that truth is conveyed on the back of a story.

I still want to learn how to tell a good story. And when I do, perhaps it will be, as in the fun movie Bedtime Stories, that the stories will begin to come true.

Perhaps.

Why the iPhone Is not myPhone. Yet.

It’s not that I don’t want an iPhone.

In fact, it’s not even the fact that iPhones only use AT&T (problems detailed here).

No, actually I DO want one, and would be willing to put up with AT&T to do so.

It’s rather this that keeps me using my trusty Samsung ‘dumbphone’:

“AT&T’s right to be the exclusive carrier for iPhone in the United States has been a golden ticket for the wireless company. The average iPhone owner pays AT&T $2,000 during his two-year contract — roughly twice the amount of the average mobile phone customer.

Emphasis mine. Full article here.

Books ’bout Brothers

I was wandering around the house the other night going from bookshelf to bookshelf trying to see if we had any “Hardy Boys” books for Colin, our now nine year old, to read. He has not read one before, so I told him that they were about a couple of brothers who are detectives and that he might like them.

So, he started helping me look. This is no mean feat. I haven’t counted how many books we have strewn around the house, but there are many, and the one who has the catalogue in her mind, my wife, was not at home.

Finally Colin, lying face down on the floor to see the bottom shelf of the bookcase next to my bed said, “Dad! Is this it?”

“What is that?” I asked.

“This book – The Brothers Kar-a-ma, uh, Karam – “

“No, Colin, not that one.”

A Love Letter for Books


In the fall of 1894, Southern Presbyterian theologian Robert Lewis Dabney, suffering the afflictions of advanced age, visited Louisville Presbyterian Theological Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky to deliver a series of 18 lectures.

This should be a forgettable bit of knowledge for all but the most zealous scholars of Dabney’s life. However, I own a copy of Dabney’s book on preaching called Lectures on Sacred Rhetoric, a sturdy and aged edition published in 1881. The detailed inscription indicates that it was purchased for 94 cents from a J. E. Wylie by an R. M. Caldwell of “L.P.T.S” (i.e. Louisville Presbyterian Theological Seminary) on October 4, 1893.

If Mr. Caldwell was studying preaching at LPTS in the fall of 1893, it is likely that he was still studying in the fall of 1894. I like to think that this book was held in Mr. Caldwell’s hands sitting in the lecture hall hearing its author speak. The book links me concretely with the sounds and smells and language of another age.

This sentiment would be appreciated by Anne Fadiman, the author of a book about books Ex Libris. This collection of short essays (18 in all), a genre in which Fadiman excels details the author’s life-long love for books and the words they contain. It reflects with heart what only those who love books can understand.

With loving reverie she writes a love letter for books, buying books, storing books, building castles with books, passing on a love for books.

At one point she speaks of books as an integral part of marital intimacy. Commenting on the habit she and her husband share of reading books aloud to one another in bed, she notes, with mature wisdom:

“As [my husband] leans over to kiss me good night, I do not regret having graduated from the amorous sprints of our youths. Marriage is a long-distance course, and reading aloud is a kind of romantic Gatorade formulated to invigorate the occasionally exhausted racers.”

Spoken with the wisdom and passion of a true lover.

Sitting at Starbucks yesterday, I was struck by the t-shirt worn by a woman sitting nearby. The design was in the form of a to-do list which progressed as follows:

☑ Wake

☑ Read

☑ Sleep

☑ Repeat

I found out that the woman was a recently retired high school ‘media specialist’. A librarian. But as we talked, it became clear that books were not simply her job; they were her passion. I loaned her Ex Libris, and while she waited for her friend, she read.

My new librarian friend told me that a friend of hers believes that we like to trick ourselves into thinking that when we buy a book we are also buying the time to read it. Oh that it were so.

My passion therefore for books is limited greatly by the time available to me. But to participate through these essays in this author’s experience of books is to renew and revisit the experiences we ourselves have had with books.

I’ve Waited Five Whole Days


I get it!

Today.

I’m a happy (geeky) camper.

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