Randy Greenwald

Concerning Life as It Is Supposed to Be

Alongside Us

“For the Son of God, the incarnation meant a whole new set of relationships: with his father and mother; with his brothers and sisters; with his disciples; with the scribes, the Pharisees and the Sadducees; with Roman soldiers and with lepers and prostitutes. It was within these relationship that he lived his incarnate life, experiencing pain, poverty, and temptation; witnessing squalor and brutality; hearing obscenities and profanities and the hopeless cry of the oppressed. He lived not in sublime detachment or in ascetic isolation, but ‘with us’, as ‘the fellowman of all men’, crowded, busy, harassed, stressed and molested. No large estate gave him space, no financial capital guaranteed his daily bread, no personal staff protected him from interruptions and no power or influence protected him from injustice. He saved us from alongside us.”

– Donald MacLeod, The Person of Christ, page 180


I know this is not easily a merry Christmas for all of you. I know that some of you face Christmas this year with loss and hurt and confusion and frustration and sadness and loneliness and fear.

Jesus knew these things, too.

So, may you find this Christmas blessed because of the One who came to save us from alongside us.

Rovings 12-24-2008

A Jewish blogger, who likes Christmas and expects our culture to make a big deal out of it, noted last week something I did not know – that some of our favorite Christmas songs were written by Jews. Curious

I commented Sunday that South Florida suffers under something of a reverse Narnia curse. In Narnia, if you do not know, the White Witch kept Narnia under a spell where it was always winter and never Christmas. (And if you did not already know that, I hope that Santa brings you The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis.) In Florida it is occasionally Christmas and NEVER winter. This bothers me now and then, but on the other hand….

Apple may have lost some of my admiration due to some hardware problems (I’ve replaced now my battery, hard drive, keyboard, and power adapter – what’s left?), but they still hit home runs with their ads (and service has been helpful).

A better audio/video version of this may still be visible at the Apple site.

Chik-fil-Cheer

As most of you know, I write the bulk of my posts at a local Chik-fil-A. My son and grandson (a mere four years apart) play in the play area and I write. It’s weird, but it works.

We come on ‘family night’, and usually there is some kind of kid’s activity going on, usually harmless, sometimes irritatingly noisy and obtrusive. But tonight, it was different.

Tonight, there were two guys on guitar and keyboard playing all kinds of Christmas music. At times, it sounded like we were in a saloon (the keyboardist has that style down, especially on Rudolph!) and at other times in a church. Everything from ‘Feliz Navidad’ to ‘O Holy Night’ to ‘Angels We Have Heard on High’ have been played with great skill.

Makes me want to burst into song. Or at least into a big smile.

Bless these guys. And bless God for the irrepressible gift of music.

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UPDATE: after typing that, I spoke with them and found at they play regularly at the Bradenton Christian Reformed Church (thanks Steve and Joel!)

The Gospel in a Paragraph

“It would be most unseemly to feign a cool detachment as we contemplate Christ’s cross. For, whether we like it or not, we are involved. Our sins put him there. So, far from offering us flattery, the cross undermines our self-righteousness. We can stand before it only with a bowed head and a broken spirit. And there we remain until the Lord Jesus speaks to our hearts his word of pardon and acceptance, and we, gripped by his love and full of thanksgiving, go out into the world to live our lives in his service.”

– John Stott, The Cross of Christ, page 18.

Blog Lite

Though there are those who would rightly question it, I do have a real, bonafide day job (though as a pastor I only ‘work’ one day/week, as everyone knows). During some seasons of the year, that day job becomes quite full and begins to impinge upon my second job, that of being a father and husband and grandfather in a family and taking care of the responsibilities and joys of that family.

Blog writing has been woven into the pulses and cycles of those responsibilities with some success over the past several months. Not so much this past week, and these next couple of weeks look no better.

It seems I’m having now to work TWO days/week (think of it!) and the Christmas season seems to put time pressure on everything else. This makes it hard to predict the frequency or depth of posts. I think they’ll drop off a bit in both areas.

My real sorrow here is having to suspend my regular Friday posts on sanctification. Some of you have raised some very good questions which I really want to answer, but to answer thoughtfully and carefully. I’m afraid those are going to have to wait.

Be patient with me! There are some really good things in the queue!

Happy Anniversery

Barb and I have been so focused and consumed today that it was not until late afternoon that we realized that this is our 31st anniversary. Yes, I know that we were married in July of 1978. I know that because 7/8/78 is engraved on the inside of my wedding ring. (If you click on this picture, and zoom in on the large ring, you can almost read it.) And, of course, 7/8/78 is a very easy date to remember!


However, 12-17-77 is inscribed on the inside of Barb’s engagement ring. That is the date that really matters. On that day I hazarded a proposal to my dearest friend Barbara Kay Black, that she do the unthinkable and commit the rest of her life to being joined to me. She said yes. Amazing.

The two scriptures that I used in framing the question were the following. One reflects the great desire she had had for some time. The other reflects the realization that I had found a real treasure.

Proverbs 13:12 Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life.

Proverbs 18:22 He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the LORD.

I have found a good thing and have obtained favor from the Lord.

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Two curiosities should be noted here:

1) I married a Black (Barbara Black). My brother married a White (Mary White).

2) We were married on 7/8/78. Our fourth child was born 8/9/89.

Well, I find that interesting.

He’s Human!

I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m a big fan of the preaching of my old friend* Tim Keller. The guy is just so good. (Now if Redeemer would only remove the copyright restrictions they attach to the sermons they distribute, I could pass these on to others, but they have chosen not to do that. You can get free sermons here.)

This afternoon, I was listening to an amazing sermon on the genealogies of Matthew 1 which Keller preached this past Sunday. Wonderfully encouraging and challenging, as usual. But I heard proof that the master is human.

In talking about the children birthed by Tamar to the patriarch Judah, Dr. Keller said that it came about by an act of incense.

(Reminds me of the time I pronounced Bono’s name with two long o’s, or when I said that something which was ‘skewed’ was ‘skewered’ or when I, well, the list is too long.)

Yup, it’s good for us mortals to see that others are human now and then.

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*I met him and shook his hand once before he went to NYC. That qualifies, doesn’t it?

The Cross of Christ

Twenty years ago, Hope Church occupied a spot of land next to an auto dealer, a spot the dealer was seeking to buy and the church to sell. The church’s residential neighbors opposed the deal and sought to get the sale blocked by persuading the county commission to deny the dealer’s request to change the use from ‘church’ to ‘car dealership’.

I attended the meeting of the county commission at which this issue was docketed in order to lend personal support the dealer, though I had nothing to say. The memory I brought away from that meeting had nothing to do with property and politics.

I was reading at the time John Stott’s wonderful book on preaching Between Two Worlds. The attorney for the neighborhood (in this context, the ‘enemy’) noticed what I was reading and in a brief conversation told me that he was reading Stott’s The Cross of Christ which had recently been published.

For some reason this stuck in my mind. Were the situation to be repeated today, I would have immediately asked this guy to meet me for lunch or coffee so that I could probe his interest in Stott. (Though twenty years late, I think I might still do that.) But I dropped the conversation, and left simply wondering why he was reading Stott.

Recently, I purchased Stott’s book and have begun to read it. The topic’s, and therefore the book’s, relevance has dimmed not the least over the past twenty years. It seems that the doctrine of the cross continues to be a stumbling block to many, and these days even to those who wish to call themselves evangelical. It is well known that recent thinkers have sought other ways to speak of our redemption, especially those in the emerging church movement. Some have even ridiculed the cross as divine child abuse. It is a doctrine that at worst is under attack, and at best is misunderstood.

If anyone can speak to the issue with clarity, intelligence, wisdom, and power, it is John Stott. I’m looking forward to reading this book. A great turning point in my ministry occurred about 8 years ago when the idea of ‘grace’ was introduced to me in a fresh and powerful way. And grace, as I understand it, is centered upon the cross.

Stott shares an account in the life of the great British preacher Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, one with whom Dr. Stott had some severe ecclesiological disagreements over the years. Lloyd-Jones confessed to friends that “a fundamental change took place in his outlook and preaching in the year 1929.” That change had to do with his understanding of the cross. Here is how Stott relates this:

“After preaching one night in Bridgend, South Wales, the minister challenged him that ‘the cross and the work of Christ’ appeared to have little place in his preaching. He went ‘at once to his favourite secondhand bookshop and asked the proprietor for the two standard books on the Atonement. The bookseller…produced R.W.Dales’s The Atonement (1875) and James Denney’s The Death of Christ (1903). On his return home, he gave himself to study, declining both lunch and tea, and causing his wife such anxiety that she telephoned her brother to see whether a doctor should be called. But when he later emerged, he claimed to have found ‘the real heart of the gospel and the key to the inner meaning of the Christian faith.’ So the content of his preaching changed, and with this its impact. As he himself put it, the basic question was not Anserlm’s ‘why did God become man?’ but ‘why did Christ die?’

I’m anxious to see what he discovered.

BTW, for an assessment of Dr. Stott’s ministry from one who makes no public profession of the Christian faith, see this opinion piece by David Brooks.

Rovings 12/14/2008

This one will cost you. If you’d like to hear how the pastor of a large church with a diverse congregation of people both conservative and progressive, both believing and curious deals with the subject of abortion, you would do well to purchase ($2.50 for mp3 download) and listen to this sermon by Tim Keller.

Blew an hour and a half the other day watching Get Smart with Steve Carell. (Not a great film. As my daughter put it, they put all the funny parts in the trailer. There is not much more.) Some of you will appreciate that in the movie the good guys, the agents from CONTROL, used Dell laptops and the bad guys, the agents from KAOS, used MacBooks. Apparently Apple got behind in their product placement payments.

Apparently backing up to DVD is not such a great idea.

Magnolia is one of the most intriguing movies of the past ten years. Apparently Roger Ebert agrees. (Some may find the language and some of the content offensive – tread with care if you choose to watch it.)

Before watching this, be sure your PCQ (pop culture quotient) is up to speed with this link to Snowbot.

UPDATE: I accidentally got my links twisted around. So, if you visited the site earlier, the above link sent you here. I recommend this piece, but I just got my links misconnected. Thanks, Keith, for untangling me!

“With Painful Steps and Slow”


Shhh…

Hi. This is Randy’s conscience. He doesn’t know that I’m doing this, so it’ll be our little secret. Okay? Great.

You see, he was supposed to compose another post in his series on Christian change – sanctification to use the fancy word – and he ‘didn’t get around to it’.

Yeah, right.

Sure he had some extra meetings this week, but that’s a crock, isn’t it? I mean, we all know that if he wanted to, he could have fit in the time. If you all were important to him, as you should be, he would have fit it in. If he really cared, he’d have done it.

But, no, as usual, he loused up. Isn’t it just like him to…

Uh, wait a minute. Did you hear that? Who’s that coming? Uh-oh. I think it’s Grace. Oh, why’s she always have to show up and ruin everything?

Look, I’ve got to run. She spoils all the fun, always saying that Randy’s failures (which are many, I dutifully point out – and he listens, too, when she’s not around) are not to be dredged up and dwelt upon. Something about their being serious and worth mention, but still and always insufficient to bring any condemnation from God or others.

Where’s the fun in that? I mean, what good is it if we don’t dwell upon these things? She’s such a pain.

But I gotta go now. I don’t understand it, but he’s made her the boss.

Bummer.

PS You should know that Randy overslept this morning, too. He…

Okay, I’m gone.

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