Media Explosion

Some discussion ensuing from today’s sermon blew my circuits for a moment. The text was Revelation 20:1-6, one of the more controversial bits one encounters in the Scriptures. Of course, we were all talking about the variety of interpretations and how some of them came about. It all ranged from Pre-, A-, and Post- Millenialism, Covenant and Dispensational theology and then, of course, reached back to church history and origins of denominations, etc.

From the Reformed perspective, A and Post-mil perspectives were only recently distinguishable, having been essentially the same camp for a long time (pretty much the last 2k years), and Pre was the aberration that didn’t fit in.

What gets me is how the Premillenial position exploded on the scene. I want to call this a part of the Finney System, or at least a result of it. But I’m probably being too specific in trying to tag a specific person, movement and event. Here’s what’s most at fault:

Think about the 1800s and Finney’s thing. Not so big, right? There have always been crackpots and deviants out there. Finney wasn’t the first and maybe not the worst. What set the stage for mass exposure and sale of the Premillenial position is a combination of elements that still influence us today. Only they were far more efficacious then.

People are so process-system-rules oriented, they will read their system presuppositions into the whole (not just a particular) text. And so, in addition to their individualism (it’s all about me), their need to have a confession (everybody has one), their credulity (downright imbecile acceptance) toward the printed word, their commitment to general consensus (without the same to general criticism) and including the barrage of media as well as a general lack of critical thinking (all of us), we have, instead of Holy Scripture, a guidebook. Instead of a story, declaration, and exposition of theology, a measurable checklist of how things work. Instead of a Christ-centered, Salvation-centered, redemption-centered message, we have a timeline of how everything ties together. As a whole, in our sinful, me-centered condition, we are willing to sacrifice everything to find ourselves in Scripture’s pages. We look carefully for measurables and statistics, orders and steps instead of the Gospel and its transmission.

For comparison, I offer this:

Acts 1, 8 and 10 fulfill the great commission and Revelation 20:1-3. Or, Acts is a manual for building a church and Revelation is a timeline for the last days.

One view holds Acts as descriptive and fulfilling prophecy. Another view holds Acts as prescriptive and indicative of norms for evangelism that reach through the ages.

One of these really points to Christ. The other points to a way for us to identify ourselves specifically in the path of history. One holds Christ’s promise, His covenant and His redemptive work in the focus. The other makes us a textbook that gives us self-assurance and things to do or look for that serve our immediate need for satisfaction. People just believe what they read and hear. We gravitate toward the hoary-heads who pontificate or prate on about anything that sounds deep or meaningful. We gravitate so much that we forget what deep or meaningful mean and end up giving credit and meaningfulness and depth to the most shallow of sentences. Forget Joel Osteen; even kittens and baby hedgehogs have a corner on theology nowadays.

A reader might think I’m all over the map here with this diatribe. I maintain that I’m not. This isn’t fragmented thinking and spewage. This is how we work today. And it’s to our shame.

One relies on Christ. The other relies on rules and timelines.

Of course, this extends to groups and epochs, not just YOU.

The rapid expansion of the self-gospel was effected by mass communication in the 19th century, our increasing exposure to group-think and a waning ability to critically consider information on a scale that is far more vast than the Dark Ages experienced. We’re basically in another Dark Ages now, only we’re blinding ourselves and avoiding the elements we need to receive the truth. I mean, instead of the Masters of the Church, it’s we-us-ourselves who are becoming the horse-blinds.

Some Penalties:

  1. Disassociation from church as the center of our religion and faith. The concept of “Body of Christ” is obscured. This directly leads to devalued means of grace and fellowship. The World is a vampire, sucking our blood.
  2. Loss of Scriptural integrity. We use the Word as a therapy at best and as an oracle (tarot) at worst.
  3. Loss of Authority. Any man may interpret so no man may rule. Therefore, we are our own masters. Back to Romans 1.
  4. Loss of hope. We now depend on a fallible Scripture, riddled with “prophecy” that is only applicable to our present age. When will we ever realize that every age in the last 2,000 years has had its antichrist and there will be plenty more “beast” types coming for us. Maybe we need to look at Scripture with a genuine desire to discover what perspective is best suited to treat it as infallible.

I understand that we still, many times regardless of our theology, assert the same Gospel. Christ lived, died and rose again, paying the penalty for our sins and gaining our forgiveness, righteousness, justification. But our interpretation of His Word counteracts that Gospel when we forget this most precious center of our faith. We become slaves to processes and THE LAW, plans and calendars and false trails of History.

Like someone who is rooted in paranoia, fearing every miniscule event in life because it’s all a personalized twist of the knife, we are unable to hope or trust because there is nothing upon which we may rest.

So there is my “theological progress” for the last year or so. It started out as a small ride along the waves of cultural and historical impact on theology and stuff. And ended up, well, sorta convicting for me.

Have a great week.


Recent Literary Encounters

I thought I might highlight the additions to my authors. Recent reads and updated comments ensue:
If you want to peruse the Whole List, visit my Literary Sampler.

Bahnsen, Greg L. Postmil Theonomist. Read his Theonomy in Christian Ethics. Hard, repetitive, drowning in factoids. I remain convinced he was working too hard to prove what is still conjecture.
Bradbury, Ray Ray Bradbury (Farenheit) I’m hoping the world ends before this happens. It’s too easy to envision and too frightening and depressing to enjoy reading twice. I like the idea of brass pipes. Thought about making one someday to try it out (tobacco, fools).
Burnett, Frances Hodgson The Secret Garden. Yet another of those turn of the century (still almost 19th C.) novels that really get me. I loved the setting, the good capture of the time and place. And the theories of physiognomy that frequent these sorts of books.
Carey, Jacquelin (Kushiel’s Chosen/Dart/Avatar) I haven’t read #4. I don’t think I will any time soon. Too far off my moral scale. A year ago I would’ve bent the spine, but I’ve changed. But it was good stuff. Some interesting religion and philosophy.
Collins, Suzanne (The Hunger Games) Normally, I should be ashamed to admit reading Teen Pulp. But this isn’t, really. It’s definitely reading for a younger crowd in language, but the plot and the characters, the meaning, definitely reach out to anyone who can read. Good stuff. Ray Bradbury would like it, I think.
Dhar, Mainak Crazy Zombie Stuff. I wouldn’t normally pick this sort of thing up, but I stumbled upon Alice In Deadland and after a page I was hooked. Weird it was, but there was a running thread of philosophy on modern government and economies that always makes for good Sci-Fi. I enjoyed it. Except they killed the Hatter off.
Doyle, Arthur Conan (Elementary) Sherlock is awesome and I love the Good Doctor for his steadfast faithfulness to his intense and quirky friend. I look forward to the surprise appearances of Sherlock’s brother too. “The Final Problem” may be my favorite. I love bittersweet endings when the last man standing has lost something so important that the clouds draw in and he shuffles home in a colder, more silent state than has been described in previous pages.
And then I read The Lost World. What a diversion from Holmes. And it was right up there in quality and plot. I enjoyed this one immensely.
Haggard, H. R. (Allan Quatermain) “I Got It!” The original Indiana Jones, only out of Africa with tons of epic battles and some echoes of Sherlock Holmes tossed in. I love these books from the 19th Century. They are full of rich details and intricate descriptions.
Heinlein, Robert (THE MASTER of Sci-fi and social ideas) Yep, he’s a humanist. He’s not Christian, but his work is entertaining, informative, and one can do much worse. I don’t keep up with most Sci-fi any more, but I’ll stick with Bob. I have yet to discover useless writing from this source. Some of the most influential works include “Time Enough For Love,” “Starship Troopers, (NOT THE MOVIE! LEARN HOW TO READ!)” “Number Of The Beast,” and “Stranger…” Seriously, social studies include a strong dose of Heinlein.
Hugo, Victor Les Miserables. Fantastic book. Detailed, passionate and FAR more intense than the movie or the play. But both performances do a great job of distilling and capturing the book. I almost want to complain about the author’s asides about Waterloo, religion and social commentary, but that stuff, too, is worth reading. This guy knew how to set the stage and draw the reader in.
London, Jack Rough and flowing. Read The Road and The Call of the Wild. Both were really amazing. Totally different books from each other, they were both very much London’s work. Beautiful, in the case of COTW and starkly bright in The Road. Worthwhile.

I’m always thinking more about past reads, returning to old favorites and taking on new works. I can’t claim professional critic status or even well-read, but I love digesting books both old and new. And I can prattle on and on about most of them. Enjoy.


A Little Progress On The Lord’s Table

I can’t say I’m all there yet on Calvin’s perception of the Lord’s Table, but I think I’m getting along. Reading Horton’s Systematic Theology has helped a bit. I read this part:

In our Western (Greek) intellectual heritage, “remembering” means “recollecting”: recalling to mind something that is no longer a present reality. Nothing could be further from a Jewish conception.

It brought to mind an English (British) turn of phrase,” Remember me to your mother” (or whatever person to be visited) and what that really means to me, though I’m apparently not entirely correct in my definition. I read this to mean something more than just greeting someone. It’s more like re-vitalizing or reuniting through a person (or thing) a distant relationship. If I get this rightly, I think I can understand the Supper in this way:

The Spirit is, through the Supper, remembering us to Christ and Christ to us in the sense of unifying and revitalizing us. At least this is an incomplete way of describing the whole thing.

What is important here is that I’m searching to understand the teaching that there is more to Communion than just a commemoration or “memory.” I’ve been working to meditate on this concept from whatever angles I can digest. And this thread has a spark of inspiration.

The memory thing drives home the point. How in the world does one “remember” the crucifixion or Christ by eating and drinking. We weren’t there, we only have a book. So the prevalent belief of communion as memorial supper, where there is a bunch of doing on the part of the believer and none on the part of God is just unacceptable. God must be acting in order for us to “remember.” And isn’t it a little difficult to chew (no pun intended) on God just giving us enough to bring up the past? Nah, I don’t buy it. There is more acting on God’s part going on here, and it just can’t be some sort of visitation that gives us visions of the cross.

We are united to Christ; Us in Him and He in us. So Paul gets it when he talks about remembering, proclaiming and discerning all together. Discerning is a big one. And it doesn’t have to mean head-knowledge. Knowing Christ, knowing the Body of Christ is knowing, you know? Intimately, understanding, as in that sort of knowing that is only achieved by abiding in.

Wrapping it around: We abide in Christ through the Spirit. The God uses the Supper through the Spirit to sort of invigorate or bring vitality, literally the vitality – aliveness – Christ-ness of Christ to us. It still doesn’t make sense in any way, to me, to eat his flesh and drink his blood unless this is figurative (which Reformed and Lutheran theology do not support). But I can get it if it’s figurative. If by eating and drinking we mean that Christ is sustaining us through the Spirit because of and through His death on the cross – pierced flesh and bleeding body. It wraps up fairly nicely in my view, anyway.

It’s a sign of a thing signified. I’m sure I have a relatively unsophisticated, or primitive grasp of the concept, but I don’t think I’m wrong. When we are given a sign, especially a participatory sort of sign, we are actively identifying or identified with the thing signified. In this case, we’re eating a covenant meal. As a unified group (church), not as individuals. And we are more than just making a declaration. The language in the N.T. (and O.T.) doesn’t permit us to say we’re solely testifying or proclaiming. We’re really, really identified with Christ here, which is like ratification of being. Not just being and then talking about it, but being something and assenting, acting like it, being it in the process of acting. God is literally conveying what He intends in the Supper, which is Christ. No way round it as far as I can tell.

So this was rambling and probably not much truly intelligible, but here we are.

Facts I accept about the Supper:

  • It is not only commemoration.
  • It is not literally the Body and Blood of Christ.
  • It is a sustaining and refreshing meal graciously provided through the Spirit by Christ.
  • It is literally essential to healthy living as a Christian in that it unites us to Christ and his Church.
  • It is aberrant to neglect or minimalize the supper to the extent of never practicing or “monthly/quarterly” service.
  • It is an integral part of the Lord’s Day, and should be incorporated in each one (weekly).
  • It is not flippantly or carelessly attended. As bad as eating and drinking without discerning the Body is to serve it without discerning. A minister is the one, for he presides over, presents the other means of grace (Word, Baptism, Prayer). All of these are “Holy Stuff” and it is tragic and dangerous to treat them otherwise.

 


Meet The King

I have often found myself concerned about my kids “getting it” in regards to church and the point of going to worship on Sunday. All the other days of the week, all that comprises those days seems to be didactic or training related. We go to school, we set schedules and responsibilities in place. We teach our kids and each other about all sorts of things.

Yes, there are relationships and interactions, me-time and us-time, but I think those times, especially for kids who are adults in training, are downplayed or missed because of all that instruction. I don’t think there’s a more troubling occurrence of misconception than on Sunday morning as we get up and head to church.

I think I’m beginning to realize… Here it is: This is what makes faithful Christian worship services different from all the other religious gatherings anywhere!

This morning, I was reminded of what’s really going on in worship. We’re not going for practice or conditioning, nor for instruction or tutoring. It’s not instruction time at church to which we’re so devotedly reporting each Sunday.

The sermon is most importantly what I’m getting at here, but all else does apply – the song, prayer, supper, baptism, confession, all of it. But the sermon. It’s not a lecture. We’re not there before a teacher, but before a messenger. A prophet. God is making a declaration to us, not lecturing, when we sit before the pulpit. When we hear, we are not just taking notes because there’s a test next week or at the beginning of the next epoch of the church calendar. Christmas and Easter, do not mean review of “all that we’ve learned in the past year.” The message is a message from God.

And is that not what many will shun church for, the misconception that we’re there for a lecture? For a way to better ourselves or to fix problems in our lives? No, it’s a declaration we’re coming to hear, a “Hear Ye, Hear Ye!” that the King of all kings has signed and published for people to hear. The message is almost the same exact thing every time – not that therapy or self-help or quick-fix lecture, but that Christ has fixed That Most Important Thing That Has To Be Fixed.

The Declaration of Independence is not a teaching document, it’s a statement directed to somebody for action. Same here with the Gospel, the sermon. Christ has dealt finally with the ultimate problem, the division between God and His creation. Creation, men, turned from God. Jesus, the man, made the reparations (did the jail-time, took the rap, stood in for us at the appointment (with the death penalty) we were scheduled to attend. It’s not a lecture or testable material, but a message for action, for response.

My kids, my wife, me, none of us have to go in with the drudgery of attending class or yet another dreary day of chores and duties. The Lord’s Day worship is interaction, relationship with our King. Nothing less. So can we all take a second look at our reasoning to despise it, to fear it, to shrug it off or just do it on our own? It’s not common to be in church on Sunday. There’s nothing like it in the world. Not weddings, luncheons, math class, graduation, chores, guard duty, seminars or volunteer events.

P.S.

Just for some additional comments. The supper isn’t just for review, the singing isn’t just for practice, the confession isn’t just for rote memorization, the praying isn’t just for repetition. All of the things we do in the worship service are action in interaction with our King, either receiving or responding. He is giving to us in each of these: the Word, the Supper, Baptism. We are responding to him in prayer, singing and confession. So when we marginalize or downplay the value of all of these, by making them “personal acts” or performances, or look for “I was really blessed by _________ ” moments, we’re missing the point.

P.P.S. One little bit more. If Pastor comes to the pulpit with the notion that it’s lecture time and you’re collecting data for an exam, there’s a problem. He doesn’t have the right message from God. Probably, he lost it in his study notes.

P.P.P.S. Disclaimer. Quibbling on whether it’s teaching: Sure, there’s didactic scripture and we’re taking in learnable material in the sermon as in any other discourse, whether declarative, interactive or whatever. But the emphasis here is that we’re to hear and then believe what’s issued forth. That is the knowing that we want. Notes and memorization take second place. I’m not downplaying learning at all. What we need to learn on the Lord’s Day is that very thing we are most forgetful of: We’re Sinners, Need a Savior and Here He Is.


The Salty Old Broad

My latest creation. Pooka Pipe #10, The Salty Old Broad. Named in honor of my favorite aunt. It’s a real fat stubby. Briar and ebonite with carnauba polish. This is the second pipe I’ve made entirely from scratch.

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Spring Blessings

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It really must be spring now. Many things are fresh, alive, and growing.
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I find there are a few beginnings in loved ones and families; and there are some places where some green shoots of peace or joy or mending still need to come up. I hope that happens.
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Everyone should be blessed as the green gardens with their roots, stems and leaves quickened with the spring.

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The Ocean Is Probably Dry

this sand is shining in the desert
there is nothing here but the wind and the dust
and the sage to keep me warm

the sun beats down with a coarse, pale light
that turns the grains of sand into diamonds
there is no one here to be with me

but I am not alone
my sorrows keep me company
bringing memories to grate my numbed senses

where is the water
where are the tears
why is my heart so parched

these diamonds could be real
they could mean my life in the city
but here they just hurt my eyes

with their glassy stares
that reach from the horizon
and farther—perhaps to the sea

which is probably dry, scorched
by this star that shines in the day

where is the water
where are the tears
and why the hell is my heart so parched

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Originally Published on: May 27, 2005


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