Friday, December 19, 2008

Book Review of "The Faith"

One of the most captivating issues in Christian thought is the definition of Christianity itself. Christianity is a belief system—so what beliefs must be held to call oneself “Christian?” Many authors have written on this issue, and in 2008 Charles Colson and Harold Fickett added a work of their own to the mix.

Their book, entitled The Faith, What Christians Believe, Why They Believe It, and Why It Matters, is a well-written description of our faith, and their contribution is timely in our present postmodern atmosphere. Their ecumenical approach was helpful, and through fourteen chapters they described the fundamentals of our faith in their historical and contemporary contexts.
However, in the fifteenth chapter the authors stray from their focus, and risk destroying the power of the rest of their work.

The purpose of the book is to “summarize the basic truths of Christianity….those essentials that all true Christians have always believed….”
*[1] This book claims to be “what people need to defend and live the Christian faith….”[2] We as Christian leaders must keep the Gospel of Jesus Christ pure, without adding or subtracting any of its elements. Though this book claims to be an exposition of that Gospel, Colson and Fickett have added unnecessary elements to the Good News of Christ, clouding the issue for the faithful and distracting those searching for the Truth.

Chapter fifteen reads as a mini-defense of Western civilization, not Christianity. The authors state that “Christianity created Western civilization”[3] but in truth, Christianity exists not to create civilizations but to redeem sinners. There is one civilization which Christianity will create—but that will be in the world to come. Christians, along with others claiming to be Christians, did create Western civilization. But whenever Christianity is employed as a political or economic system, it will fail until Christ comes to reign in the New Jerusalem. Most assuredly, Christians do create civilizations, but they always fall short in significant ways to represent God’s kingdom and its principles. If we attach the name “Christian” to these systems, the world expects them to be representative of Christ—as well it should. Christ has given his name to his people, not institutions. When a “Christian” system fails, the world blames Christ himself, which may be the foremost reason why Europe has become Post-Christian. Jesus Christ isn’t a capitalist. He isn’t the founder of western civilization. He’s my savior.

During most of Christian Europe’s history, Christianity was used to defend the divine right of kings and the popes’ attempts to control the political sphere, not to espouse principles of democracy.[4] The fact that the Church help spread the ideals of capitalism and modern banking[5] illustrates the wealth accumulated by simony, sales of indulgences, and other evil practices. Monks ought to be known for their spirituality, not their fiscal finesse. The statement that the “Church has always defended the right of private property”[6] directly contradicts the spirit of the New Testament and the description of the early Church. The authors employ the Gospel through Galatians 5:1 for human rights reasons (“freedom’s institutionalization in the West”[7]) rather than the spiritual freedom Paul is referring to. Though these themes can be derived from godly principles, I’m sure this idea would be foreign to the context of Paul living in chains for the sake of the Gospel. Finally, in a book about the orthodox faith, the authors say “[t]his is why orthodoxy matters, for a renewal and strengthening of the orthodox Christian faith can provide not only joy and meaning for Christians but a bulwark of sanity and reason against barbarism.”[8] Here Colson and Fickett err greatly. Paul did not write his epistles nor did John write his Gospel to prevent barbarism or produce political change. Orthodoxy matters because it provides humanity the means to enter into a relationship with the Creator God through his Son Jesus Christ. Suggesting otherwise borders on heresy.

In overview, in this chapter the authors appear to be convinced that through the practical application of the Gospel to life, Capitalism and Western civilization—which they seem to think is the product of pure Christianity—will experience a resurgence almost like the appearance of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth.[9] The authors seem oblivious to the fact that Christianity experiences its most significant growth when oppressed. Instead of being concerned about the enemies of the West[10] in a book about orthodoxy, the authors should stay focused on the Enemy of the cross of Christ, whose most advanced warfare does not involve Islamic fundamentalists but distractions of the faithful from the Good News.



* All quotations are from pages of The Faith, Colson and Fickett. Zondervan 2008

[1] 9

[2] 10

[3] 212

[4] 214

[5] 213-214

[6] 215

[7] 215

[8] 223

[9] 221

[10] 221

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Oh, Come Let Us Adore Him

I love Christmas, because the Incarnation of Christ boggles my mind. That the second Person of the Trinity would choose to live as we live, be tempted and tried as we are, and love and delight in us, as flawed and base as we are...astounds me.

It's radical that Jesus came in this way - because He knew He was born to die, and came anyway. He knew that He would be betrayed, scoffed at, lied upon, neglected, and shamed - but loved, boldly, anyway. His birth and life symbolized such a yielding to vulnerability and the need for tender care, friendship, and community, even as the Son of God. What a mystery.

I adore the Lord for His roll-up-His-sleeves and-enter-into-the-human-experience kind of love. I adore Jesus from birth, to death, to resurrection, to His second Advent.

The beauty of Christmas is that we celebrate the birth of our Savior, who is still alive. He's alive! His life sustains us. Praise God for Jesus' birth: praise Him also for Jesus' life.

I thought I would write a poem about Him in the vein of an e.e. cummings poem:


Did you say Christ
Is dead
Who used to
serve story–truths to those who
had ears
and sighten onetwothreefourfive blindmenjustlikethat
Jesus
Always is the Word, man
So what I want to know is
How does the wind sound in that empty tomb
Mr. Death


Merry Christmas. I hope you're able to celebrate the sanctity and wonder of Christmas, in light of the hope of God's power, love, and glory, made accessible by Jesus Christ.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Falling Down

Throughout the United States, evangelical Christians attend churches week after week in order to hear preaching, participate in music, and to experience God. Often, people refer to Sunday services as “worship” service. Even more commonly, congregants refer to the musical portion of their service as “worship.”

The definition of worship has been limited by the conventional characteristics attributed to it. In addition to the faulty but popular view of worship as only music, there is a prevailing sense that worship is about a particular euphoric experience that a congregant gains during service. Heightened emotion, a sense of God’s presence (which are great things to occur during worship), and general entertainment value seem to exhaust the popular definition of what should occur if worship has taken place. But this “have it your way” form of worship fails to acknowledge the primacy of God as sovereign in the act of worship.

The Apostle Paul, in Romans 12:1 sums up the Christian’s “reasonable service of worship” when he says: “I urge you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies a living and holy sacrifice, acceptable to God, which is your spiritual service of worship.” Paul’s definition of worship suggests a holistic and God-centered response to living, which envelops more than Sunday service, but all of life.

The word “worship” is used over 180 times in the New American Standard Bible. However, worship denotes distinct characteristics, which, while not exhaustive, are representative of what worship entails:

Deuteronomy 6:13 (cf. Exodus 34:14; Deuteronomy 5:9): worship God exclusively
Deuteronomy 26:10 (cf. Matthew 2:11): present possessions to God
1 Chronicles 16:29 (cf. Psalm 2:11): worship with reverence
2 Chronicles 29:28 (cf. 2 Chronicles 29:30): worship with song and praise
Psalm 86:9 (cf. Psalm 22:27; Psalm 66:4): all the nations will ultimately participate
Nehemiah 9:3: worship with confession
John 9:36 -39 (cf. Judges 7:15; Matthew 14:33): belief in God as He has revealed himself
John 4:23-24; Philippians 3:3: worship in the (S)pirit
Romans 12:1 (cf. Daniel 3:28): worship is holistic, physical
Hebrews 10:2: remembrance of God’s salvation through Christ’s sacrifice
Revelation 4:9-11 (cf. Genesis 24:26, 48; Genesis 27:31; 2 Chronicles 20:18; Job 1:20; Psalm 95:6; Psalm 99:5; Psalm 132:7; John 9:35-38; Revelation 5:14; Revelation 7:11; Revelation 11:16; Revelation 19:10) : worship is falling down before God’s throne; prostration.
Revelation 14:7 (cf. 2 Chronicles 7:3; Psalm 29:2): glorifying/fearing God's name and attributes
Revelation 19:4 (cf. Nehemiah 8:6): worship involves exclamation

Ultimately, worship in the Old and New Testaments is a combination of internal attitude and external acts. The worshiper is faithful to the one true God, above all else. Internally, the worshiper is yielded in the Spirit, possesses a truthful heart, blameless before God. The worshiper freely confesses sin, and approaches God with reverence and praise, ascribing to Him the glory that He is due. Externally, God accepts worship in a variety of ways, through prayer and giving, praise and song, and through dedication of everything that the worshiper has. God welcomes diversity in worship, and the end of the age will culminate in people of all tribes and nations falling down in worship to Him.

The most consistent imagery throughout the Bible concerning worship is its association with “falling down” at the feet of the one worshiped. Reverence and self–abasement, and a view of the loftiness and holiness of God lie at the center of worship throughout the Bible.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Now What? Then What?

I've been asking two questions of myself, and of other people, lately.

"Then what?"

"Now what?"

For me, these two questions get at the heart of ministry, evangelism, and growth in Christ. These questions push past the easy answers and reveal the processes that effect change, sanctify, and propel us towards a deeper love for, and faith in, God.

When these questions are answered, the road of difficult, compassionate, sometimes-dirty ministry, faith and dependence on God begins. We just can't answer them without Him.

Examples:

  • Your neighbor is incredible: he invites you over for dinner, dog-sits, looks out for your place when you're out of town. You talk about spiritual things all the time.

One evening, he confides in you that he's gay, and dating someone special that he'd like you to meet. You decide to respond with what the Bible says about homosexuality. But...Then what?

  • You voted for Senator John McCain, hoping for the dismantling of the Roe v. Wade decision through the nomination of conservative Supreme Court Justices. Barack Obama emerges as the President-elect. Now what?
  • Your best friend is a faithful worker in a well-known ministry. She is later accused, and then confesses, to having an illicit relationship with a person who is not her spouse. She is remorseful, and asks you specifically for forgiveness. You say you forgive her. Then what?
  • Your wife is pregnant, and working at a job that provides you and your family with health insurance and the majority of the household's income. Because of hard economic times at her company, she is laid-off. Now what?

Get the picture? Ministry potential is everywhere, as is the temptation to be dismissive, condescending, or trite in how we (boy, do I include myself in this) respond to the world around us when it does not fit into our rubric, or when it deviates from the standard of our security.

Let's face it: the Lord works within the "then what" and "now what." God eschews "ideal" circumstances because people might think that they were the ones who came up with solutions.

Examples?

  • Joseph languished, unjustifiably, as a slave and a prisoner in Egypt after his brothers sold him, but remained faithful to any task set before him. God used him to save the brothers who betrayed him from starvation, after rising to power in Egypt.
  • Moses' mother and some clever midwives preserved his life in the midst of a national campaign to kill infants his age. He overcame the Egyptian government twice: once by surviving and winning the heart of Pharaoh's daughter as a baby; once again as a prophet and instrument of God demanding justice for Israel. His career as God's prophet came after murdering an Egyptian, and a 40-year "hiatus" as a shepherd.
  • Hannah endured as a barren wife to a clueless husband and a nagging, competitive co-wife, praying so hard for change that she looked like a drunk to Eli - who was a priest of YHWH! But YHWH recognized her fervent prayer and remembered her...and then came Samuel.
  • Bathsheba gave birth to the wisest and wealthiest king, only after suffering the seduction of a king, the assassination of her husband, and the tragic death of her first child with King David.
  • Daniel prophesied to kings and interpreted dreams, in exile in a foreign land. Oh, and there was that whole lion's den incident.
  • Mary was an unwed mother in a culture where women in her circumstances could be justifiably executed. She gave her body and will in obedience to God's will, even though it could have cost Mary her life. She gave birth to our Savior.

How do you think these people answered the "now what"s and "then what"s as they arose?

In light of this, how should we respond to unlikely, uncomfortable, or unpredictable circumstances?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Speechless

Well, it’s over.

The two years of campaigning, fundraising, stumping, traveling, debating, convincing, incensing, history-making, registering, early-voting, counting, speculation, hoping-for-change or being-a-maverick, are over.
Some folks might be incredibly disappointed, or threatening to move (to where? I dunno. Fill in the country because I don’t know a better land to live in than this one). Others are elated that their candidate is the man who will be taking office, and they’re hopeful for the future.
How do I feel today? Euphoric and hopeful. This is a day I thought would never, ever
come in this country.
How do I feel today? Conflicted. No one party represents me fully. I believe that life is precious - from unborn babies to latch-key kids who languish in low-income slums.
How do I feel today? Grateful for the Lord's sovereignty.
The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord like channels of water;
he turns it wherever he wants.
All of a person’s ways seem right in his own opinion,
but the Lord evaluates the motives.
To do righteousness and justice
is more acceptable to the Lord than sacrifice.
I had a lot of eloquent words in mind for this day. But now...I'm hushed.

May God be glorified by who He he has chosen to place in power. May we be able to rest in God's sovereignty.

Monday, October 27, 2008

An Invitation--A Snippet from Skillman's Newsletter

Last spring, our church board was reading Rob Bell’s book, Velvet Elvis. In the fourth chapter, Rob shares this advice, “Your job is the relentless pursuit of who God has made you to be. And anything else you do is sin and you need to repent of it.” When I read that, I had to book the book down and consider the truth in those words for a while. I had been excited about working in a church for years, but had been paying the bills by teaching at a high school in Plano. It was good, and I enjoyed it, most days, but it wasn’t what God made me to do, and for me to keep doing it for bad reasons was sin.

My life, and all our lives I’d bet, are filled with good things. Things that sometimes prevent us from doing the best things. For me, I read those words and decided that nothing should stop me from pursuing what I believe God created me to do: work with his church to make his name shine in our communities, nation, and the world.

Since then, I’ve stepped out in faith (think Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade) to work at Skillman. I’m focusing on three aspects: community partnerships, leadership development, and mission involvement. So, if you’re interested in serving our neighborhood by cooking food, tutoring, or hanging out with some needy kids, let me know. If you are excited about the possibility of teaching or preaching God’s truth, let’s talk. Maybe you’ve felt pulled to cross some boundaries and live with people who aren’t like you so they can see Jesus, too.

We need to chat. Let’s find out what God made you for.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves--goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is--
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Silence, Shame

We always

Smile

Never

Cry

Laugh as we die

No one

Needs

To know our business

We sustain

Silence

From generation to generation

We

Say

How this pains me so

But no one can know

I’ll never forget

Dad says

“Never let them see you sweat”

Oh, but whispered

History

Is a rag soaking this in

A 16 year-old labors

To bear her uncle’s child

Sisters fragmented

Reveal shame-stories through

Poisoned intention

Until

All that is heard

Are the

Scrape slide

Scrape slide

Of forks on

Bad china and

Rice and peas gliding

Gummy down regretful throats

I’ll never forget

Dad says

“Never let them see you sweat”

Until

Brother’s gone mad

Sister’s gone missing

Auntie’s obsessed with

Which man we’re kissing

Until

Grandmother dies

Didn’t know her real name

One girl’s not by the casket

The daughter of shame

But

That’s okay

We always

Smile

Never

Cry

Laugh as we die

No one

Needs

To know our business

But don’t we?

Family?

We sustain

Silence

But

No one

Ever

Forgets

We smile

And we laugh

We scrape

And we glide

Through

Birth and

Through

Death

We

Worship

Our

Pride

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Grown Folks' Safety

When I was a kid, safety looked like the approval in my mom’s eye as she looked over my homework. It tasted like the crust-less peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches lovingly prepared by my grandma’s hands. Calm and comfort sounded like Daddy’s chatter-whistles as he called squirrels over for us to feed in the park. Safety felt like the heft and softness of my down comforter, right after my parents tucked me in, kissed my on the forehead, and turned my nightlight on.

And yes, safety was believing. Knowing, simply and truly, that yes, Jesusloves me, for the Bible – and my parents – told me so.

I long for the safety of my childhood. At the same time, it eludes me. Especially now, as my husband and I redefin(anc)e terms like ‘necessity’ and ‘luxury’, I understand better how the cares of this world can choke the life out of a person. I mean, ‘safety’ becomes car insurance, health insurance, life insurance; a steady job, a house, and at least one car. Safety gets bigger than a PB&J and feeding squirrels, and balloons to needing consistent proof of our spouse’s love, approval and upward mobility at work, popularity at school, living in a good neighborhood, and driving a Volvo.

I long for the unwavering certainty of wellbeing I used to have in these very uncertain circumstances. But I’m thinking that God made it so that safety cannot exist without the presence of danger. I’m sure Daniel felt that way in the lions’ den (Daniel 6). And Moses, right before the whole Red-Sea-on-one-side-and-pursuing-Egyptians-on-the-other episode (Exodus 14:5-29). And Esther in the king’s court (Esther 4:9-17, 7:1-10).

And Jesus, in the tomb, on the 2nd day.

The irony is, I can trace God’s protection and care after the trial is over. After the car that swerved into my lane somehow misses me. After the car repairs are paid for when we thought we couldn’t swing it. After he broke my heart, and I survived. It’s the trial that has heightened my awareness of God’s presence. And when I remember God’s presence in the last test, I am able to face the next one with more hope.

I’m not yet at that place where I’m thankful for the trial. And the endings don’t always seem happy, either. I have scars left where my heart was broken. The joy for me is in the fact that the Lord is there, a confidante, to listen, to witness my wounds, and to lift me up. My gratitude comes from knowing that Jesus is no foreigner to scars, and the Father has known loss and disappointment. What unfathomable mercy, that the Holy Spirit would intercede for me, even communicating and knowing my groanings.

I think safety does not come from the prevention of trouble, but in the presence of people who love you and have your back, whether that means taking the crust off of your sandwich or praying for you and with you, through the struggle. Grown folk’s safety (which I aspire to consistently believe) is confidence in being kept in the hand of God Himself; in spite of circumstances that make the media panic.

I know that these are hurting times for many people. I also can’t help but think of how our Father can use these circumstances to grow us up in our dependence on Him, and build a testimony that glorifies Him.

Yes, Jesus loves us. The Bible – and the trial we just got through – tells us so.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Voices Crying

I have been thinking of the brothers and sisters whom I have never met.

People who, despite great odds, heard the good news of the Gospel, and accepted it with joy. Those who, even to the death, boldly preach the salvation of Jesus Christ to their persecutors. Their lives, and deaths, are a constant witness to the world.

Living in a country where freedom to worship is taken for granted, we can be removed from the very real martyrdom that is taking place right now…right now, in our time.

Would you take time right now…right now – to pray for our brothers and sisters who are persecuted for the cause of Christ? Who risk their lives daily to smuggle Bibles, whisper hymns of praise in secret churches, and bravely witness to hostile neighbors?

To pray with perspective for these persecuted believers, I suggest two things:

1 – Read this passage for perspective, and rejoice in the fulfillment of God’s word, the joy set before us, and the exhortation to "strengthen [our] listless hands":

Hebrews 11:36-12:13
36 And others experienced mocking and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. 37 They were stoned, sawed apart, murdered with the sword; they went about in sheepskins and goatskins; they were destitute, afflicted, ill-treated 38 (the world was not worthy of them); they wandered in deserts and mountains and caves and openings in the earth. 39 And these all were commended for their faith, yet they did not receive what was promised. 40 For God had provided something better for us, so that they would be made perfect together with us. 1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, we must get rid of every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and run with endurance the race set out for us, 2 keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set out for him he endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Think of him who endured such opposition against himself by sinners, so that you may not grow weary in your souls and give up. 4 You have not yet resisted to the point of bloodshed in your struggle against sin. 5 And have you forgotten the exhortation addressed to you as sons? “My son, do not scorn the Lord’s discipline or give up when he corrects you. 6For the Lord disciplines the one he loves and chastises every son he accepts. 7 Endure your suffering as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is there that a father does not discipline? 8 But if you do not experience discipline, something all sons have shared in, then you are illegitimate and are not sons. 9 Besides, we have experienced discipline from our earthly fathers and we respected them; shall we not submit ourselves all the more to the Father of spirits and receive life? 10 For they disciplined us for a little while as seemed good to them, but he does so for our benefit, that we may share his holiness. 11 Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it. 12 Therefore, strengthen your listless hands and your weak knees, 13 and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint but be healed. Context (NET)

2 – Go to the Voice of the Martyrs website.

Then, please pray. Pray for our brothers and sisters.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

One

We're thinking about having a baby. We're not nursery-painting or buying monogrammed burp cloths or anything. We did rescue a friendly, abandoned puppy as a first step in practicing consistent responsibility.

Thinking about having a baby made us all reflective and philosophical about the world in which we would bring the baby. Will our baby thrive where we are? What are the ideal surroundings for raising our boy or girl? How can we make sure our child grows up to be a multi-lingual, multi-millionaire, model/singer/astrophysicist/Nobel prize/Grammy winner who loves the Lord and cares for us in our old age?

We started thinking about how the community would treat our baby, who would be biracial.

Then we grew wistful and sad and just started to talk about what to have for dinner, because we wondered where we belonged in this world.

Did I disappoint you?
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without

Well it's too late
Tonight
To drag the past out
Into the light
We're one
But we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other
One

When I came to Dallas from New York City, I went looking for a church, and quickly realized that I would have to choose whether I'd go to a predominantly white church or a predominantly black church. My heart aches when I think about how downright congenial and squeaky-clean segregation can appear at times in our evangelical communities, whether inside or outside of church.

Having to choose which part of me (skin or soul) should be reflected in the church that I attended just seemed to sell everyone short.

To add insult to injury, I have also been to churches with brothers and sisters who have given me such a cold reception because of the color of my skin that I doubt I'd ever visit again. At times, I have seen more loving unity in my "heathen" hometown than in the buckle of the Bible belt.

You say
Love is a temple
Love the higher law...
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I cant be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

John 17:20-23 says:

John 17:20-23
20 “I am not praying only on their behalf, but also on behalf of those who believe in me through their testimony, 21 that they will all be one, just as you, Father, are in me and I am in you. I pray that they will be in us, so that the world will believe that you sent me. 22 The glory you gave to me I have given to them, that they may be one just as we are one – 23 I in them and you in me – that they may be completely one, so that the world will know that you sent me, and you have loved them just as you have loved me. Context (NET)

I love to reflect on the concept of Jesus praying that prayer not only for the disciples that were present with him, but also for believers today. Our oneness bears witness to the truth that Jesus was sent by the Father. Our unity is a real-life example that God loves us. We make the gospel illegitimate when we choose comfort over the practicing the presence of the entire spectrum of our brothers and sisters in Christ.

Dallas has a rich heritage of Christian education and ethics, megachurches and megaministries, but is the Christian community of Dallas one?

Can I raise my baby here?

By God's unifying power, and the love of our community, yes.

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should

One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers

One life
But were not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other

One

One.

(Italicized lyrics from U2's One)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Never Failed

My husband is a big Tom Waits fan. Tom's voice is unique; knarled and gravelly, true, raw, spinning elaborate and oblique musical tales. He’s got some interesting songs out there (not for the faint of heart...some songs should come with a potty-mouth label); musical vanguard stuff.

I’m not sure I’m cool enough to count him as part of my musical cache, but I’m glad I got a chance to listen.

But…one day I was forced to hear, against my will, a Tom Waits classic. Almost 20 minutes. One song. On repeat. No verses, just chorus.

Jesus' blood never failed me yet
Never failed me yet
Jesus' blood never failed me yet
This one thing I know
For he loves me so ...

It was as if the length of the song was either proving or testing the assertion of the chorus.

Which intrigued me at first. Then annoyed me.

Then I just wanted to hurl the computer that was playing the song.

The vocals weren’t that good. The chorus never stopped.

Never stopped.

NEVER stopped.

And after all, I had other things to do and hear, thank you very much. We were already running late for a Chipotle run. Why stop to hear a...worship song?

I have to thank Tom Waits and Gavin Bryers (and my husband!). They taught me a lesson. The backstory is that a composer, Gavin Bryers, found a recording of a homeless man singing these words.

The composer gathered a symphony to play around the man’s vocals and then added Tom Waits’ vocals in the last 10 minutes. The simple song of a man in inauspicious circumstances became the singular focus and inspiration of master musicians. Ironically, the homeless man died before he heard the heightened version of his praise.

But one day, the chorus of gratitude to Jesus will indeed never stop. The voice of every single redeemed person will ring out in unending gratitude because of the endless potency of our Savior’s blood.

It will be the sweetest chorus I will ever hear, and nothing else will matter more.

I hope I get to stand next to the man who taught Tom Waits about the Never-Failing Blood.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Hope In Wednesdays

I don’t like Mondays.

I know, I know, I know…so unholy to admit that, especially because, well, Monday’s also a day that the Lord made, so I should rejoice and be glad in it. It’s another day that I’m alive. It’s a day to go to a marvelous job where I have the opportunity to help shepherd women to pursue their educational goals and add depth to their spirituality. And most of the time, it’s a running day. And I don’t like running.

Some runners have the grace and speed of a gazelle, or at least the slow and steady endurance of a tortoise. I rock the treadmill, sweat like a guilty man at sentencing, and pant relentlessly until the final seconds tick down to zero. Mascara running, perspiration marks glowing like gym halos, I slither off the torturous mill of tread, victorious, but barely so. Keenly aware of my weakness, odor, and sheer unattractiveness at the moment, I hit the showers, done.

Mondays completely scrub off the squeaky-clean veneer of Sunday services and all the charges to live better, act better, love better. Believe me; as soon as I pull out of my driveway, I’m losin’ my religion faster than an REM song. Mondays remind me, I’m not doing this in my own strength, because I have none.

Enter Wednesday. The Hump Day. The middle of the week. Almost the weekend (I’m squealing as I write that…)! Oh, and the day named after a Germanic god whose talents were quickness and, wait for it, eloquence.

My blog’s on Wednesdays for a reason: I find hope in Wednesday. It’s a balancing day: we look forward to the relief, rest, and recharging of the weekend. We look back at what has been accomplished already–and what hasn’t, and think about how to end the week with effectiveness, energy, and some form of grace.

We’re living in the Wednesday of the story of God’s marathon work with His people: the time in between the spiritual starting-points of creation and atonement, and the finish-line of re-creation and reunion with our Lord. What do we do in the Wednesday of the gospel story? We have the privilege of looking back on our Christian heritage–the witness of God’s people in the Bible and the stories and traditions of martyrs and apostles and the myriads of the faithful.

And we get to run! Not on our own strength, mind you. I love to think of mounting up on eagles’ wings (especially when I’m winded), and God has provided us His Holy Spirit, to rejuvenate and inspire us when we’re out of breath. He’s in the business of transforming limp dust and dry bones into life.

My prayer is this (even on Mondays): pant hard and ugly, jog with squealing anticipation for the finish line, struggle to keep Jesus as the prize the entire rest of the way, and be grateful for the cloud of witnesses past and present that cheer us on in the Wednesday of the gospel story.