January 2008 Archives

evangelical confidence

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I think everyone should write the sort of tribute Philip Yancy does in Soul Survivor, presenting all the authors and people who have most shaped his views. If we followed suit perhaps it would acknowledge that most of our most profound ideas are not our own but borrowed and it would also would attest to the truth opined by the writer of Ecclesiastes that there is nothing new under the sun.

One of the writer's in Yancy's book who intrigued me most was novelist and preacher Fredrick Buechner. Bridging the gap as he did between evangelicals and the cultural despisers of religion was courageous, but his initial introduction to evangelicals was characterized by shock as he described to Yancy his impressions of evangelicals: "some reminded him of American tourists in Europe who, not knowing the language of their listeners, simply raised their voices. He expressed that such Christians spoke confidently about matters he viewed as veiled in mystery. This alarm was a source of both fascination as well as alarm, "I was astonished to hear students shift casually from small talk about the weather and movies to a discussion of what God was doing in their lives. They spoke of 'prayer diaries' and used phrases like 'God told me...' If anybody said anything like that in my part of the world, the ceiling would fall in, the house would catch fire, and people's eyes would roll up into their heads."

I wonder whether this sort of astonishment with confident certainty is an appropriate response to this attitude dominating evangelical circles where, in my experience, the more sure you are about a spiritual matter, the more faith and passion for God is often attributed to you. If God is both immanent and transcendent, perhaps we would do more justice to this latter quality with frequent admissions of human ignorance and frailty.

bold statement

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One thing I love about reading is that often you find little gems of thought that aren't even the products of thought of the author you are reading. It is like having your own brilliant researcher who finds for you the pithy statements of authors you would have had to read through volumes to find. One of these statements was in Phillip Yacy's unique book Soul Survivor. In one chapter where he recounts Dostoevsky's influence on his writing he quotes another Russian author whose work was also profoundly influenced by Dostoevsky's work. Having received the Nobel prize in Literature in 1970 Alexander Solzhenitsyn reflected on the fall of Russia in the Templeton Address saying:

"Over half a century ago, while I was still a child, I recall hearing a number of older people offer the following explanation for the great disasters that had befallen Russia: 'Men have forgotten God; that's why all this has happened.' Since then I have spent well- nigh fifty years working on the history of our revolution; in the process I have read hundreds of books, collected hundreds of personal testimonies, and have already contributed eight volumes of my own toward the effort of clearing away the rubble left by that upheaval. But if I were asked today to formulate as concisely as possible the main cause of the ruinous revolution that swallowed up sixty million of our people, I could not put it more accurately than to repeat: "Men have forgotten God; that's why all this has happened."

This sentiment flies in the face the perspective I am now reading in Sam Harris book "The End of Faith" where the dominant concern is that religion is ruining the progress of free thinking society.

poems of 07

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1.

Undesired anonymity
perpetuates shadowed lives unlit
in obscurity
Dowtrodden hopes unfought for
linger amidst miles of uncertainty
claim again ray of unexpected
hope
Climb upward beyond expected
dreams
upstep future conquest unfurl your cry
Beyond this city to the place of
the shining sea

2.

Slammed shut
Solid door of insecure vanity
Hope not in self’s
shallow drawer of vainglory
Close cupboards lined with
self-deceit
Ruminate your musty
soul - let not mold grow
UP
between cracks -
chipped away not into the
fine dust of chaos
But fling wide warehouse
doors stocked full of security

3.

Swallowing the Summer
Whole
Contemplating the great
DIVIDE
She steps out of the workaday
world
atop a grassy knoll
to
seek
The Boundless or the Infinite
BIG Plans will she
Devise

4.

Fleetingly Erudite
Longing for the up and
the far away
Places
Atop
my mind’s highest Aspirations
Amidst
The Midst and Muckery of
Bygone Consternations.
Aglow Around thoughts
Ethereal constellations

5.

My melancholy musings
moved aside
As spring’s forgotten sparrow of hope
alighted upon my chest
The souls radiance cracked open-
A glimmer of light’s chorus
peeked through
Note by note
The spirit began to sing
-and my Soul Soared
above and beyond- far and away
Lifted up
To greet the eternal anthem’s
Ring.

6.

Would you deny me the
Simplicity of a flower
In favor of something
more solid- like concrete
Weighing down my feather
soft vanities
With the solemnity
of brick
Desiring flight, short bursts of
upward movement flutter earthward
tethered to undefined Red ties of
responsibility

7.

Sigh not Strong Heart
Your burden is not too much to bear
Tremble not you Solid Soul
this struggle is meant
to Shake you free
of all the fetters of the earth
So you can soar Above
unhindered and unafraid


Wouldn’t you like to come with
me in my hot air balloon
We could sail near the sunset learning
to be brave while singing a tune?

8.

Settle not thy contentment
with the Poultry things
Disturb not thy steady gaze
for trivialities
Trade not thy taste for glory
in sweet enchantments
OR
Your soul will be deaf to the
Summons
The whisper of Glory
Calling you home

9.

Stifle not your Singing
if it’s all of you
you’re bringing
Muffle not
one single note
Know ye not the blessing
of hibition-free melody
To set your soul free
and let the Adoration
be for thee
Unobstructed by me.

10.

Juxtaposed veils of joy
and pain
Curtains swaying in the wind
waving whispers of memory
residue
across the mind’s inspection
Humor and Hurt
combine and intertwine in one
afternoon’s breeze Reminding
the heart that it is not Too
shallow of a vessel to hold
Another lifetime’s worth of
weighty Feeling
For I am not yet old.