Archive for May, 2006

God is moving

Every time in my life where I’ve been praying for something big, and it starts hapening, there is always this invigorating feeling of surprise. That feeling of “wow, this thing is real!” still hits me. And it’s hit me again.
We’ve been praying for God to really do something in the lives and the attitudes of our youth for the last 18 months, just really earnestly seeking to see a compete change of direction in them. And it looks like it’s happening. Kids who we were just getting frustrating at their lack of interest in anything we had to say, are excited about being “little Jesuses” in the world. They’re starting to pray with one another, not by obligation, not even by suggestion, but because they know that the answers they seek are found in God, and in his spirit.

It’s only a beginning. And it might be a false start. But it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like we’re building up a group that are going to be real. A group that will go out and live lives that are earnestly seeking him. It’s scary and it’s exciting and I just know that it’s got nothing to do with who we are and everything to do with who he is. It’s an exciting time to be around our youth. Please let this just be the beginning of something huge.

The Wisdom of Mr McLaren – Part Ten: The Final Word

Well, I must admit, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed doing this series, and it’s forced me to read the book far more thoroughly than I would have otherwise. Seems amazing that it was only a couple of weeks ago that I started blogging on this book. And there’s been lots to cogitate over – including a few things that I haven’t written about. So here’s my final verdict, I’ve split it up into the bits I like about McLaren’s “Generous Orthodoxy”, and the stumbling blocks for me that stop me from wanting to follow everything he’s said.

What I liked

The chapter on being missional was one of the most inspiring things I’ve read in recent memory. And the quote I inserted here was the epitome of what I think McLaren is right about. Because no matter how much it hurts our de-sensitised, consumeristic, self-absorbed western sensibilities (those are all the big words that I know); there is no way that you can earnestly read Jesus’ teachings in the bible and not believe that your lifestyle has to change. That your focus has to be on taking on Jesus’ way of life. It hurts, and it’s hard, but it’s such an exciting adventure. That’s what I see as missing in my life and the lives of those around me.

I found it impossible to read McLaren’s work without being deeply impressed by his ability to glean the fundamentals (small f) out of every branch of Christianity and find the goodness in their existence. He leaves no doubt that as a Vineyardian, which has a pretty deep evangelical history, and a little bit of charismatic excitement in it, there is much that the catholics, the anabaptists, even the liberals can teach me about who Jesus is, and what that should mean in my life. He has found the goodness in everyone, especially those who are his harshest critics, and he does so in a beautiful, almost poetic way.

And it is that poetic approach to expressing the love of Christ that has probably had the greatest impact on me. The excitement in the way he writes expresses itself with a beautiful flow that really does inspire soemthing in me. It’s helped me to step back from lots of the intellectual arguments and be willing to let the Spirit of God speak to my spirit when I’m praying, and for me to see the beauty of the creator in the beauty of creation. That is a gift that I hope to cherish for a long time to come.

What I had trouble with:

The biggest problem for me was the reluctance of McLaren to address the pursuit of truth. Because it seems to me that no matter how “generous” your orthodoxy is, that should still be the ultimate goal. To decipher just a little of the fullness of the truth in God’s word is something that is worth chasing after. I understand McLaren’s dillema. The problem for him in writing a book like this is that everyone believes that they have “The Truth”(tm). And in that sense he is smart to stay away from it. But nevertheless, the truth of who Christ is, what he came for and how we need to respond is something central to any Christian belief. Pretty much all of the problems that I had with McLaren’s individual statements had to do with this central theme.

So Finally….

The problem with any “generous orthodoxy” is that you are always going to be criticised for allowing too much in, and for keeping stuff out. Which is why this book was such a thinker. McLaren reaches his goal – providing a framework within which the Church can function – minus all of the inherited baggage that has dogged every species of Christianity since the dawn of Christendom. He strips away our ability to take pride in why we remain the “faithful remnant” (I love that term – it describes so much of the problem) and yet simultaneously he shows us the things that have made a positive Kingdom difference in the world. There’s going to be disaggreement, and nobody is likely to act entirely inside this orthodoxy, but it does give everyone a chance to learn from each other, and to put aside the petty in-fighting that is so often more passionate than our interest in furthering the kingdom. So…… let the revolution begin – starting here and now.

The Wisdom Of Mr McLaren – Part Nine: Loose Ends

In the interests of not drawing out this series much further (too much thinking is hurting my brain), I’m collating the remainding chapters to describe the key points that I think McLaren is making.

On being charismatic/contemplative:

Like many of the journeying Vineyardians I know of, their experience with the “charismatic” was tainted by the models they saw displayed in the Pentecostal world. Hurt by the whole speaking-in-tongues-as-Christian-status type approach it took a fair bit for him to recognise the Godliness in what the Holy Spirit can do. But having been put in a situation where he believed in the spirit working in that way – I love his summation of what being baptised in the Spirit (oh how I wish there was a less loaded term) is about for him.

“Sometimes I’m talking with someone – offering pastoral counsel or just talking with someone I meet on a plane or in a restaurant – and a kind of wisom or insight comes to me, wisdom that I can’t explain or claim as my own….

Sometimes I know I should give away a sum of money to someone in need, and I know that not doing so would be missing a great opportunity to do good….. Sometimes I’m prayind, and I feel a confidence rise up in me that what I’m asking for will truly happen, and this confidence gives me courage to take risks I would not normally take. Sometimes I’m preaching or preparing to preach and I feel a boldness wash over me like a brisk wave in the surf and I know I’m being empowered by the Spirit of God”

On predestination:

Predestination is one of those nasty ones, that despite the constant barrage of opinion, I’m yet to fully make up my mind on – although I think that I’m leaning towards McLaren’s point of view (as distinct from Ianniello’s – sorry mate).

“Whether it’s God who makes us puppets, or whether it’s genes…… it doesn’t matter much to me. I have little time for determinism. If it’s true then I can’t help but not believe in it, because, after all, I have not choice.”

On being green:

I’m yet to have heard a legitimate argument for why the church shouldn’t be more outspoken about environmental issues. It’s an area that I know I personally need to look at my lifestyle about, and am starting to take steps towards. McLaren wheels out some pretty standard arguments, as well as tracing some of the church’s apathy to the environment (“Jesus is gunna come soon anyway and then who gives a stuff”). If there’s someone who is of the opinion that Christians are too environmentally conscious – I’d love to hear it. That’s not being sarcastic – I just don’t know what your argument is likely to be.

On being incarnational:

I was prepared for this chapter to be a nice easy one that I’d agree with everything in and would make me happy. What could be more altruistic that the need for Christians to be following the incarnational example of Christ and to be little Jesuses in the community. McLaren gets a little bit more controversial than that.

McLaren argues not for converting people into a Christian culture – which I agree with. There is a deep seated problem Christendom-wide with stifling the personalities of the people we bring into the flock. But then he goes in deeper and almost goes (but perhaps not quite) to the point of advocating other religions – which while I’m keen to be nice and accepting and respectful – just gets me starting to lean towards having no other Gods. Might come back to that in the final post of the series. Stay tuned.

On being depressed, yet hopeful and unfinished:

McLaren finishes the way he started – recognising the problems with the Church – the arrogance, the intolerance, the disunity – and offers up some hope for the future, by pointing to the good things that are happening now. And the church is not all doom and gloom. The world is changing. We are starting to change it. Sometimes we even have Christians that are doing good. McLaren is remarkably humble in admitting that his “Generous Orthodoxy” has further to go – God isn’t finished with it yet. He describes this unfinished tension the way all good non-fiction authors do: with someone else’s words

“How can we keep the artist discontented with his pictures while preventing him from being vitally discontented with his art? How can we make a man always dissatisfied with this work, yet always satisfied with working? How can we make sure that the portrait painter will throw the portrait out of the window instead of taking the natural and more human course of throwing the sitter out the window?” (Chesterton – “Orthodoxy”)

This concludes my summation of the book. I hope you’ve enjoyed the series, or if not that at least somewhere in there something has made you think in some way. Or something. Tomorrow, or possibly the next day, there will be a “What I reckon” piece on this book. Then I’ll be getting into some hardcore bible stuff. Possibly Genesis. Or 1 Samuel. Or Daniel. Maybe Judges.

Dealing with death

There aren’t many things that we Australians seem to cope worse with than death. Having only this morning posted about Dear Elena – which has been a pretty vivid reminder of the impact of death, today a friend who I know through school people has had his mother pass away. She has had cancer for a long time, and there was little doubt that when my friend went back to New Zealand to be with his mum, that he was going back to prepare for her to die. But it certainly doesn’t make it any easier.

We were actually having a get together this evening with a few school people when we found out, and he actually rang: wanting to talk with someone. That’s a situation that’s never easy, and there is so little to say. He seems to be coping, and there’s certainly plenty of family around him. But what is the best approach when you’re chatting with someone who has lost a person so dear to them? (this is not a rhetorical question – I’d love to hear your opinion)

The Ultimate Humiliation

So here’s the scenario. You’ve been the state opposition leader for the past three or so years. You’ve not been the all-time best opposition leader, a competent enough guy but it’s a hard time to be in opposition – things are going well with the world. So after three years of blood, sweat and tears, you accept your fate and regretfully resign. It’s a big press conference – cameras, journalists, TV crews.

Having just made one of the hardest and most humbling decisions of your life, you go home and have an early night: you decide to skip your regular viewing of the nightly news and head off to bed. You wake up the next morning and prepare for life as a state back-bencher and pick up the morning paper to find that the leading story for the morning is: “Kennett: The Second Coming?“. After three years in one of the most powerful positions in the State of Victoria and you are reduced to a by-line and a mention in the editorial.

I’ve never been a huge fan of Robert Doyle, (nor of Jeff Kennett really either) but I did have a twinge of sympathy for the bloke who has been relegated to an afterthought after trying his guts out for the past few years. People are far more interested in knowing whether or not a man who retired from politics two elections ago would run for his job. It would be really sad if it wasn’t quite so amusing.

(edit: my apologies to overseas and interstate readers who probably couldn’t care less. Don’t worry, chances are neither could most Victorians)

Dear Elena

There’s a blog that I’ve been reading called “Dear Elena“. It’s written by a guy who lost his young daughter in February. It’s a haunting read, and very raw. Some days it’s uplifting. Some days it’s depressing. Most days it makes you want to cry. The most memorable post for me was the reprinting of the homily that the Catholic Priest gave at the funeral. The ability to find hope in the midst of so much pain inspires the kind of Christian I want to be. A Christian who has the humility to recognise that they don’t always have answers, that their faith is incomplete – and yet offers the ray of hope that is in them, the hope that they have in Christ.

Sore and Sorry For Myself

I am seriously sore. Despite the fact that it’s only about 9:30, as soon as I get this post done I’m going to bed. This is not a happy Geoff. Had a tennis game and from the outset it was pretty clear that this was not going to be an easy, fun game. To start with I got there already feeling tired. And then I had a couple of swings and straight away I could feel that the wrist that was feeling a bit sore at the end of the night last week was hurting like anything already. And then about 10 minutes in I copped a tennis ball at speed right in the guts. Straight away left a bruise.

Then I was just starting to get some form back near the end when I went for an overhead shot on a ball that was coming pretty quick and twisted my shoulder just enough for it to hurt every time I served. And the worst thing started to happen. I’m a competitive person – to the point where I don’t even really like myself when I’m tired and losing. It usually only happens when I get tired, but it all started falling apart. I let go of my racket a couple of times at speed. Slightly deliberately. Not exactly when the ball was coming. I didn’t let any choice words go though.

Then to cap everything off – when we’d practically finished, I was chasing down a drop shot (which I didn’t get to) and rolled the ankle that I’m still copping pain from (from when I fell over in the shower and cut a huge gash out of it), and made a mess of my knee – blood everywhere. Those indoor tennis court floors aren’t made for sliding on your knees.

So I’m feeling sorry for myself. It’s my own fault, and it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t get so worked up when I play sport. A better man would confront the issues and take a long hard look at themselves. I’m going to bed.

The Wisdom of Mr McLaren – Part Eight: Biblical Interpretation

I wanted to hold off on writing this entry until I was certain that I had McLaren’s point of view absolutely clear in my mind. For my mind there are three things that McLaren is saying in his “Why I am biblical” chapter.

1. The bible is not an answer book

McLaren argues that too often we treat the Bible as some ancient moral encylclopedia, as though we can research and find our answer to any problem. He describes this approach as having come from our modern, westernised, rational viewpoint – and it is out of step with the cultural context of the biblical times and the people who wrote the bible. He explains that (from his perspective) “God-breathed” means that it has been created by God, but written by humans.

He uses the analogy of his own life. While he would never question that he exists because God created him- ie. God said “let there be Brian, and there was Brian”, that doesn’t change the fact that he has two parents who got together to make him. There’s a little bit of difficulty in my mind gettting his analogy to work (thus the delay in getting this post out), but I’m fairly happy to accept that the Bible, in the translations we have today and in a completely different cultural context, cannot be treated as an answer book. (if anyone does find an answer book though, let me know :) )

2. The bible finds its purpose in mission

McLaren’s finest hour in this chapter comes when he speaks about what should be obvious to everyone – the bible exists to equip the saints for ministry. He comes to this having just declared his frustration at the restrictions churches place on membership without using words such as “inerrant” and “literal” to describe the Scripture. Coming out of that, he muses that “Oddly, I’ve never heard of a church or denomination that asked people to affirm a doctrinal statement like this: The purpose of Scripture is to equip God’s people for good works.” (italics his).

Then he gets excited: “But again, think about what tyruly biblical Christians (Protestant, Catholic, …. whatever) have done when they have understood the profitable purpose of Scripture. Instructed by Scripture, they have left the comforts of home and country and gone to every corner of the world, spreading the Good News of Jesus in word and deed.” McLaren recognises that the bible exists not as a reference manual, not as an academic text, but as a tool to be used in the greater purpose that Jesus came to birth in the church. The bible exists to help us change the world. (my words, not his)

3. The bible as a narrative

Despite the rather sound base assumption (the bible as a narrative), the places McLaren takes the argument from there are a little bit unsatisfying. This point is mostly McLaren’s attempt at covering for the fact that there are some really icky bits (my words again:)) in the Old Testament that really take some explaining. McLaren’s point of view is that to start with we should be reading the bible (and the early history portions in particular) as a story, which doesn’t mean that God agrees with everything that happens therein. Which is pretty fair.
It’s the next bit that is a bit hard to swallow. And before I tell you why I don’t like it – let me say that I’m not sure I have anything better. It’s a decent crack at it. I don’t want to be throwing stones. Just trying to think this stuff through for myself.

McLaren believes that sometimes God told the Israelites to do stuff that doesn’t really seem to be very loving and fatherly, because they were in a culture that was significantly worse than anything God told them to do, so God was calling them to be slightly better than the rest of the world. Which is just a little bit much for me. I still believe in a God who is holy – set apart. Who wants to have nothing to do with sin. And this line of thinking is hard to align with a holy God who cannot bear to be a part of sin.

The other part I don’t understand about McLaren’s thinking is that whereas in most of the book (and indeeed this chapter) he is telling people to throw away their rationalised worldview, here he is trying to justify his point of view following a very clear “if A = B and C=D then E must equal F” line of thinking. But as I say, I don’t have anything better – it’s just intriguing. I’d love to hear other people’s opinions. Play nicely

Fight Club

We had a break from Home Group this week but because everyone is so keen to meet up us boys got together and watched “Fight Club” – which most of the group (me excluded) hadn’t seen. The girls were all doing something at Jess’ place, which if you really want to read about, you will probably be able to over at All Said And Done. (edit: ask and ye shall receive) We had about 16 guys rock up at our place which was a pretty decent turnout really.

But I’m really here to post about some of the all time classic lines that come out of Fight Club. Quotes brought to you by IMDB tomorrow.

####WARNING – In this post you will find the words “Crap”, “Ass” and “Docile” in far more applicable contexts than I have used them here. You have been warned####

“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ”

“Only after disaster can we be resurrected.”

“Now, a question of etiquette – as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?”

Brad Pitt: “You know why they put oxygen masks on planes? ”
Edward Norton: “So you can breath.”
Brad Pitt: “Oxygen gets you high. In a catastrophic emergency, you’re taking giant panicked breaths. Suddenly you become euphoric, docile. You accept your fate. It’s all right here. Emergency water landing – 600 miles an hour. Blank faces, calm as Hindu cows. ” (Pointing at the airline safety card)

“Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off. ”

“Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything ”

“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your ducking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.”

“We’re a generation of men raised by women. I’m wondering if another woman is really the answer we need.”

And on it goes. If there’s not something for you to think about in all of that – maybe it’s time that you learnt to read. Or stop picking on my blog posts that are little more than copying and pasting from IMDB. One or the other. I forget which.

The Wisdom Of Mr McLaren – Part Seven: Mystical and Poetic

This chapter was a bit of a mixed bag – with McLaren making some interesting claims, and saying a few things that I’ve not really heard that much of. This is one of the few chapters in the book where McLaren is more arguing a point rather than seeking a generous middle ground. He is seeking to see some of the poetry brought back into the church, so have us willing to allow some of the mystery of who God is to replace our Systematic theology which limits what we believe about God.

It’s a hard argument to disagree with. While I do think that McLaren is slightly over-romanticising an approach which can cause as many problems as the way that we tend to think now, there is certainly something in me that says that we are selling ourselves short by trying to explain and understand everything. And to take it a little off track from the point in “A Generous Orthodoxy” – perhaps it is our unwillingness to be a bit poetic about the way we talk about God that stops us from being a little more willing to experience the super-natural. I know that when I’ve brought myself to a place where I feel like I understand what God’s on about have also been some of the driest times. Maybe that’s even why so many people feel so unsatisfied by theological training – they lose the romance, the excitement, the mystery.

You only have to look at the way Christ spoke to see that we are probably trying to understand more than we are trying to experience. Because I think we understand by explaining, but we experience by hearing stories, by allowing for imagination, by letting God be beyond what we can understand. So there it is, from now on my teaching is going to be more poetic. Hopefully.