Mystery: a spiritual discipline?

If you’re going by the standard lists, no, of course not—it’s not on any of them—but I think there’s a case to be made.

As always, it’s important to begin by defining your terms.  First, spiritual disciplines are not law but grace, not requirement but gift.  They are not things we do because we have to or to get some sort of response from God, they are things we have been set free to do because of what God has done for us and is doing in us.

Second, a mystery is not a secret God is unwilling to tell or something too obscure or difficult for us to understand, nor is it something we have to figure out.  When the Bible talks about mystery, it means something we can’t figure out on our own.  It’s something too big to be seen by the unaided eye, fully comprehended by the human mind, or defined and circumscribed by the human capacity for reason.Read more

hope*links, 8/4/21

This is still later than I wanted to get this up, but at least life is settling down again.

Aline Lucas Meyer, “I Knew You in the Wilderness”
Waiting is hard, and God is good.

Abby Ross on adulting
We were made to share the load together.

Natalie Scott reflects on Lamentations 3:23
I love this line:  “Just because they’re new in the morning doesn’t mean they’re old by lunchtime.”

Joy Marker, “The Art of Noticing Without Judgment”
This is a fascinating . . . observation?

Any group of people is a group of people

“Every time society has given it a chance, it’s been shown that talent exists in previously despised populations. . . .  Over and over again, it’s been shown that an ordinary sampling of the population, including those considered inferior or hopeless, contains men and women of rare intelligence, wit, and ability.”

—Kevil Starbridge Mahoney, in Elizabeth Moon, Against the Odds

 

For a military science fiction adventure, Elizabeth Moon’s novel Against the Odds is remarkably rich in reflection; the scene from which this quote was taken is one outstanding example, but not the only one.  Though the focus of this scene is on the distribution of human talent, the same is true of human character.  Any ordinary sampling of the population, provided it’s large enough, will contain men and women of rare integrity, humility, and selflessness—and others who are their moral opposites.

The key word there, of course, is “ordinary”; if we consider populations which are selected for specific characteristics in some way, things will be skewed accordingly.  Professional basketball players are taller on average than the normal run of people.  Serial killers as a group are presumably worse people than average.  Neither group is representative of the human race as a whole—both are out of the ordinary in some way.  They are skewed samples by definition.

In an ordinary sampling, however—one which is not selected for a particular characteristic or extreme behavior pattern—any sufficiently large group of people will be much the same as any other sufficiently large group of people, both in the distribution of physical and mental gifts and in the range of their character.  Each group will have its geniuses and its people of below-average intelligence; its profiles in courage and its exemplars of cowardice; its brilliant musicians and its tone-deaf music haters; and each group will have its saints, and each group will have its servants of death.

Having been ordained to pastoral ministry almost nineteen years ago, I could hope that the American church would qualify as an extraordinary group of people, but I know better.  There are certainly great saints in many of our congregations, but there are also those who have joined the church for all the wrong reasons.  They may value the church as a social club, or as a good place for networking; or, sadly, they may have worse motives.  Some find a congregation where they can take power and exercise control; others are abusers who have identified a given congregation as a good hunting ground.  To our shame, some in all these groups are pastors.  The false shepherds of Ezekiel 34 who use the sheep as a source of meat and wool are still very much with us.

When revival comes, that will change; and for now, as the cultural acceptability of Christianity sinks slowly in the West, perhaps that will change things somewhat as well.  What will not change is the reality that someone’s outward profession of belief doesn’t actually guarantee anything about the inward reality of that person’s heart.  What someone says doesn’t tell us why they said it, and so we will always be vulnerable to imposters, poseurs, opportunists, and other liars.  As such, though we should be grieved when people who call themselves Christians do vile things, we shouldn’t be surprised.  For one thing, of course, though we are being saved, we still have great darkness in our hearts; and for another, Jesus knew full well—and warned us—that there would be those in his church who were not truly of his church.  (As the late Keith Green put it, “going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than going to McDonald’s makes you a hamburger.”)

All of this said, while the church needs to remember that it has no right to think of itself as better than any other group of people, I think this lesson is needed more urgently somewhere else:  in our political parties.  At least in America, on my read, one of the great driving forces of our politics is an assertive feeling of positional moral superiority:  the belief that I am morally superior because I believe what I believe, and so are those who disagree with me.  The corollary, of course, is that those who disagree with me are on that basis my moral inferiors, and can thus be assumed to disagree with me for morally reprehensible reasons.

Not to put too fine a point on it, this is a lie from the pit of Hell.

The truth of the matter is, both the Republican and Democratic parties (or, as I tend to think of them these days, the Red Tribe and the Blue Tribe) contain the full range of people, from those whose motives are of the best to those who are modern-day Thénardiers.  We can hold our opinions for reasons which are morally admirable or morally abominable without it changing our professed arguments for those opinions one whit.  Our belief to the contrary isn’t rooted in evidence, it’s rooted in the fact that the feeling of moral superiority is powerfully addictive.  The desire to look down on other people is one of the oldest and ugliest of all temptations—an emotional drug with very few equals.  Sadly, our political culture is so high on it, it will probably take a work of the Holy Spirit to bring us down.

This is a major reason why my political agenda these days boils down to one sentence:  pray for revival.

 

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hope*links, 7/29/21

Like I said, not a lot of mental energy, so this was delayed this week.

Celia A. Miller, “Venting in the Presence of God: How to Relate to God in Your Anger”
As Margaret Becker sang, God’s not afraid of our honesty . . . but too few in the church believe that.

Abby Ross, “Butter and Jesus”
It’s the little signals . . .

Desiree Brown, “Church Attendance Is Not a Remedy for Church Hurt”
Sadly, admitting that “of course we’re all sinners” in general is almost always a bid to avoid admitting that we are these specific sinners.

Torrie Sorge, “Shine Your Light”
God created you, and me, and each of us, fitted for the purpose and plan for which he prepared us.  Last I checked, he doesn’t make mistakes.

One from the road

Between July 12 and July 26 I put about 3500 miles on my car; nearly two-thirds of that was a college visit to Gordon College in Massachusetts which my wife and I took with our second-born, and much of the rest was a trip for the Census Bureau last weekend up to the Detroit area.  It hasn’t left me with a lot of mental energy for writing.  I did see a sign up in Michigan, though, that made me wish I could have stopped to take a picture:

BALD MOUNTAIN
STATE RECREATION AREA
________________________

NO CAMPING

Gee, you think?

 

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hope*links, 7/18/21

Jenn Whitmer on the value of the Enneagram and the importance of forging connections
The throughline to her post, imho:  all leadership begins with self-leadership.

Becky Gonzalez, “Love Fights” [title mine, but I think it works]
So if love doesn’t rejoice at injustice, what does it do instead of rejoicing?

Jenna Kruse, “God at the Bottom of the Waterslide”
No, really, I’m not exactly like this . . . honest . . .

Truth is relational

One of my daughters was walking around the other day wearing a shirt declaring, “Truth is a person.”  It is of course a riff on John 14:6, where Jesus declares, “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father except by me.”  It’s also a profoundly important statement, especially to our scientistic, propositionalist culture.

And yes, I did mean scientistic, not “scientific”—that our culture is shaped by the belief, summarized well by the physicist Ian Hutchinson, that “science, modeled on the natural sciences, is the only source of real knowledge.”  One problem with scientism as a philosophy (there are several) is that it produces a conflation of truth with fact.  Not only does this lead people to assume that “truth” and “opinion” are opposed categories (when the actual divide is between fact and opinion), it also encourages the belief that “truth” is merely a matter of asserting correct propositions.  As long as you have the right words in the right order, you’re speaking the truth.

This understanding of truth is inarguably correct in math and the hard sciences, in which a formula is equally correct regardless of who writes it, to whom, under what conditions, in what mood.  The further you get from the purity of mathematics, however, the more tenuous that understanding becomes; in speaking of the realities of the human heart, it collapses entirely.  Read more

hope*links, 7/11/21

Elena Limoges, “The Work and Wonder of Words”
I think I posted a poem about this recently . . . 🙂  I appreciate Elena’s added emphasis on healing.

Kristin Vanderlip on hope, pain, and spiritual endurance
A moving reminder that there are “glimmers in the shadows.”

Jenn Whitmer, “Snap to it”
As a student of family systems theory, I would call this a discipline to learn to respond instead of reacting—which is the hardest part.

Playful seriousness

                                        Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries.

—Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from Aurora Leigh, 1864

If we have eyes to see—and as Christians, we should—we live in a world rich with significance.  God made everything, and all of it matters to him; he loves all of it, he is in control in all of it, and he is utterly good.  As such, we should be people who live with deep and playful seriousness.  On one hand, we ought to take everything and everyone seriously because the weight of eternity rests on each moment and is inherent in every person.  On the other, we can hold all of it lightly because that weight doesn’t rest on us:  God holds it in his hands.

 

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Fugue

Imagine
                    creation—

          See as though standing there
          (though there is no there yet
                    only nowhere, Nothing,
                    a space not even black because black hasn’t been
                    created yet,
                              only absence,
                                                            Void,
                                                                                          Nothing—)

          the apocalyptic eruption
          (apocalypse, apokalupsis, revelation, the opening of the curtains of the world)
          at the sound of a Voice
                              that carries through emptiness
                    (a scientific impossibility, that, but
                              impossibility never stopped this Voice yet)
                                        to tear back the face of Nothing
                                        and reveal Something,
                    raw light from everywhere bursting forth—“Let there be Light!”—
                    dazzling your eyes—
                    creating color,
                              light waiting only for more to be made
                              that it might illuminate
                                        (for what light can shine with nothing to shine on?) . . .

Can you imagine?
Perhaps a humbler image, analogy, a comprehensible scale
                    —human scale, not God’s—
                              his cabinets are too high for us to reach
                              to bring down his tools of creation

          Have you ever known writers,
                    had the privilege of sitting among them?
          Listen to the bursting-forth of worlds in their speech,
                              new creations birthing in the cross-cutting ideas—

                                        “What if we had a story in which
                                                            the hero turned into the villain
                                                  and the villain
                                                                      the hero?”

                    “I’m playing with a world where
                                        Israel stayed faithful and became a great empire—
                              what would that look like?”

                                        “The idea is that the essence of each object, its name,
                                                  is music, and if you know the music
                              you have power to control the object.”

                    “What do you know about dragons?
                                        I have this dragon who keeps wanting to change color on me.”

                                                            “Do you think—
                              can I get away with putting coffee into a fantasy story?”

          again, language shapes the world
                    as they speak and bring
                                        time
                                        space
                                        being
                    into focus.
                              It’s the same thing, really,
                              or at least the same sort of thing, this speaking,
                              as the grand re-echoing Word of God—
                    as he spoke
                              (“Let there be Light!”)
                                                  so they speak
          and there is light shining across plains, mountains, seas, faces,
                    lighting the words and deeds
                    of heroes and villains
                              of all the people in between—
                              you and me as it were recaptured
                                        in other times and places that never were
                    though they often should have been

 

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