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Saturday, 19 July 2008

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    Sweeney Todd - The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
    By Helena Bonham Carter, Johnny Depp, Alan Rickman, Edward Sanders, Timothy Spall
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    A Communal Allegiance

    Tomorrow afternoon, I will be "ordained into the ministry." This afternoon, I sit on a makeshift bed on the second floor of Leigh's grandparents' house, my head wrapped in ice packs and my mouth feeling as if the tooth fairy made an unauthorized pillage of the back half of my molars. So, given the fact that I would still like to, at this time, explore the meaning of ordination, I ask my readers to remember that I am also hopped up on hydrocodone among other delightful medications; if I happen to write something offensive, obnoxious, or borderline heretical, I would appreciate it if you would chalk it up to the drugs. Who know? Perhaps the worst heretics simply wrote their rebellious statements right after having their wisdom teeth extracted. Maybe some of our best wisdom is extracted with them...

    In the Catholic church, ordination is one of the seven sacraments. As Frederick Buechner writes, "a sacrament is when something holy happens." To be more specific, the word sacrament comes from the Latin root, sacra, which refers to pledging one's allegiance to something. To think of the other six sacraments - confirmation, baptism, marriage, unction, confession, and the Eucharist - as well as ordination, we can see that each carry the theme of allegiance. In my opinion, it is a disappointing thing that Protestants no longer hold five of the seven in the same level of worshipful respect, and that the majority of us have done away with the word, "sacrament," presumably because we think it sounds "too Catholic." Disappointing, because the less we begin to see these things (not simply baptism and the Eucharist) as an experience of worship and an opportunity to offer our allegiance to God, the more likely we will find our worship becomes stale and free of genuineness. That is if we step back and carefully observe it, which few of us these days have the courage to do.

    So what does it mean to be ordained into the ministry? After all, is not every Christian a person ordained by God to carry the message of redemption to the world? Is there really a need for something more? Why was there envisioned this thing called ordination, and how is it different? I have a cumulative answer to all of these questions, and it is an honest one (as opposed to one affected by the drugs): I don't know.

    I acknowledge the sad reality that, these days, the Church does not operate ideally. We are a poor reflection of the community so dynamically described in the Acts of the Apostles. Sitting here on this makeshift bed with my head wrapped in ice packs, only two weeks away from when I am supposed to be leaving for Germany to begin my missions assignment, I still recognize that Leigh and I are quite short of our fundraising goal (which renders void the possibility of actually leaving in two weeks). And I am saddened by this, because while Leigh and I are doing everything we can to raise the necessary funds, we still feel as if some people in our church - as well as some close friends and family - have turned their backs on supporting us (even some who had once expressed an intention to do so). And the words of Acts 4 plague me: "There was not a needy person among them, for as many as owned lands and houses sold them, brought the proceeds and laid it at the apostles' feet, and it was distributed to any as had need." Granted, we are blessed all the more by those friends, family and church members who have chosen to partner with us, but if I strive to look at things ideally, I cannot help but notice the shortcomings. And, of course, our fundraising is but one small example of this; there are certainly more dire circumstances to which the Church is not attending, but I will not even go into at this time.

    Has ordination been made something special because less and less Christians are living as ordained ministers, no matter where they are or what their lot is in life? Is it about making an example of a particular person - an ambassador for the Kingdom? Certainly this was not the only reason such people as Paul and Barnabas were "ordained" and sent off. The story itself seems like the host of people involved in their commissioning were living out their allegiance to the life-altering message of the Gospel.

    Perhaps ordination is not solely about the person being ordained. Perhaps it is as much for the community that is doing the ordaining. Perhaps we are all unique, intricate pieces in this mystifying puzzle of God's Kingdom, and what is happening to me tomorrow night is indeed a holy moment - a significant opportunity for me to offer my allegiance to God's kingdom in a new way, However, at the same time my church community is also entering into something extraordinary. It is a sacramental moment for all of us.

    Of course, this weekend the majority of my church's members are out-of-town. I do not expect very many people to attend the service tomorrow afternoon. Only a few of the deacons who have accepted my candidacy for ordination will even be there. Most of the people in the church that I have gotten to know the best will be enjoying their July vacations. I cannot shake the image of a sparsely-seated chapel. And though I will find a deep joy and blessing in tomorrow's service, and see the support and love shining in many of my friends' and family's eyes, I know that I will not be able to shake the feeling that more people could have been involved. More people could have been blessed - could have shared in this holy moment.

    A few years ago, my former pastor, Burt Burleson, explained to me when I first began asking questions about ordination that while he would support me in my desire to become ordained, he did not feel right in pursuing it through the church I was a part of at that time, simply because I had not attended there long, and because I was already preparing to move to Houston in search of a job. He did not feel that DaySpring, our church, had connected with me well enough to come together for an ordination service, and to Burt and me, this was of ultimate importance. It had to be a community activity.

    Tomorrow night I will be ordained. The community will be small, but I will take joy in the fact that allegiance will be paid, by those gathered and those absent, to a great God - a God of all grace, mercy, and less than ideal circumstances.

Wednesday, 16 July 2008

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    Flight of the Conchords - The Complete First Season
    By Jemaine Clement, Bret McKenzie
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    There is More

    The "American Dream" means something specifically different to each of us, but behind everything little and big temptation it holds out - all the many Siren songs with which it tickles our ears and draws our entranced attention - there is more. Something worth more than all of it.

    The trick is to find it. Because the American Dream is a crafty beast, one that is difficult to slay. The moment you think you have decapitated it, rendering it powerless over your life which you now believe to be wholly your own, you may find it rearing yet another ugly head in disguise. Or you may not "find" this at all, and once again become subject to the empty enchantments of a world of indulgments (money, recognition, security, property, boundaries, etc.). Little do we know that the fool-proof plans the American Dream affords, that it offers to us again and again in different ways, will each time only leave us playing the fool.

    Yet, behind it all, there is more. There is something worth more than all of it. There is conviction, meaning, purpose, and a version of success that spreads outward from us onto others, rather than filling us up individually on the inside, drowning us from within.

    May we continually reject the things this world encourages us to obtain, and choose to seek a purpose, a worth, that, through allegiance to another kingdom, we can indeed fully attain.

Sunday, 06 July 2008

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    Light in August (The Corrected Text)
    By William Faulkner
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    Everything is Insignificant

    The life of a Christian is marked by simplicity of purpose. The writer of Philippians equates everything beyond knowing Christ as a rubbish heap ready to be burned away. It is a bold statement, but not a stupid one. Back in what I call my "Christian bookstore days," I wore many a "Christian T-shirt," and some of these shirts purported the Philippians statement in slogans like, "I WANT TO KNOW CHRIST... the rest is just details," and, "EVERYTHING IS INSIGNIFICANT... compared to knowing Christ" (that last one was a play on the bleak outlook found on many "Emo" shirts of the time that carried no second half of the statement).

    Yes, compared to knowing Christ, the importance we place on everyday things, the little anecdotes, equations, and happenings that make up our lives, does melt away into insignificance. However, there are a lot of Christians who stop there. They hold to that statement as proof of simplicity. They feel there is nothing more to say - nothing more they need. In essence, their Christianity revolves around a slogan, not transformation.

    To know Christ... This is to realize that there is unfathomable depth within the simplicity of the relationship. A life marked by Jesus Christ becomes, in many ways, vastly more complicated than a life disconnected from Him. While the transforming truth and reality of the relationship will always be quite simple - Christ died for thee - a person's outlook and behavior must be completely renovated, with allegiance to new, often counter-cultural responsibilities becoming necessary.

    Today, if you were to walk into the majority of churches on any given Sunday morning and ask a random sampling of parishioners what societal issues should Christians be concerned about, there is a very good chance that most people would list abortion, gay marriage, and stem-cell research right at the top. Some might list only these three. This is because many Christians have become victimized by an ever narrowing Christian sub-culture that continually frets and chews their nails over these three issues because they seem to hold the most apparent and immediate danger to what we are and how we do things. So, like a pitcher with only three good pitches, those in positions of influence continue to hurl these same ol' problems our way. And we have become rather adept at fouling them off.

    The other night, some of us were discussing the case of Joe Horn, the man from Pasadena, TX who, last November, shot and killed two illegal immigrants he spied robbing his neighbor's house. Recently, a grand jury decided Horn was not to be prosecuted and was acting in self-defense according to the "Castle Doctrine." However, no matter what the grand jury says, our country is in uproar on both sides of the situation. The issues being debated include gun control, the use of violence, immigration, and even civil rights. It is as if a dam has burst and suddenly we are flooded, if only for the moment, with unresolved issues that allow for a variety of interpretations.

    And, just as it did in our discussion the other night, the question invariably drops, "What is a Christian to do in such a situation?" And even upon answering, there comes the subsequent question of how one justifies his or her position. Indeed, in the Gospels alone there are statements that seem to condone pacifism ("If anyone strikes you on the right cheek...") and those that condone self-defense ("And now, whoever has no sword is to sell his cloak and buy one..."), and even those that speak of blatant violence ("And he made of scourge of cords and drove them out of the temple area...").

    What is a Christian to do?

    Certainly, it is not to ignore the fact that there are many, many, many issues that demand our thoughts. True, nine times out of ten, I will never experience a specific situation that calls for my "Christian" interpretation of an issue. But what happens the tenth time when, in the sweltering, rabid heat of the moment, I find myself facing a decision for which I have not prepared.

    So ... What is a Christian to do?

    Immigration. Poverty. World hunger. Genocide. AIDS. Totalitarian injustice. Health-care. Abortion. The definition of marriage. The death penalty. Stem-cell research. Gun control. Civil rights. Gay rights. Religious freedom. The list goes on and on, and how valuable am I really if I have not stopped to think about where I stand and why I have decided to stand there. Indeed, when it comes to "Well, this is what the Bible says," if we really dig in, cross reference and investigate, we will find that just about all of these topics are not as black and white as we think they are. To begin to consider where I stand on even one of these issues often causes me to bow my head and humbly ask for God's mercy to be upon me abundantly in my interpretation.

    The life of a Christian is marked by simplicity of purpose. But "knowing Christ" does not mean shutting off our God-given brains. It means learning to live as one who is transformed in body, soul, and mind. It means taking captive every thought and making it obedient to our Savior; often times this is more of a wrestling match than a stamp approval.

    So may you truly come to understand that, compared to knowing Christ, everything is insignificant. But it's still important. It is your life, and He is the God of all of it.

Monday, 23 June 2008

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    The Moviegoer
    By Walker Percy
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    A Theology of Movie-going

    Movies have been on my mind lately, much more than normal. Those who know me might laugh, because it seems I always have at least one movie quote or recommendation readily available for any given situation. This is not because I have traded away the living of life for staring at a screen. Rather, movies have always helped me interpret my surroundings and my relationships. I will admit, sometimes they have gotten in the way, messing with my perceptions of people and places so that I must eventually be broken of false realities. However, I have found them an invaluable part of life on earth. And lately, they are everywhere - and in everywhere - I look.

    In addition to seeing several movies lately, as well as engaging in several conversations about my favorite films with new friends, I am reading Walker Percy's wonderfully strange and existential novel, The Moviegoer, a novel that is as much an argument for the power of movies in our lives as it is a defining novel of the 1960's South. There is much I relate to in the life of Percy's main character, Binx Bolling, especially as he undertakes his "search," an existential quest to find meaning behind definitions, value of life behind fickleness, these societal traditions that capture people behind veils of order, class, and repetition of lifestyle.

    I can see I have undertaken my own search of sorts, and indeed every time I step into a movie theater - be it for a comedy, a drama, a mindless summer action flick, or even a horror film - there is something inside me somewhere that is hoping to receive from these characters, this plot, these themes, a kernel of wisdom, some small something that will help me more efficiently interpret the big Something. This is why I love going to movies by myself more often then with friends. I have the freedom to focus on the film without any distraction, stoically drinking in the problems, interactions, and resolutions, and afterward free to let the story nest in my mind, to let it attempt to build a bridge of understanding somewhere inside. If it is unsuccessful in doing this (and I often know quite soon if it will succeed or not), I expel it, seeking to replace it with the next film. This is how I determine a bad film from a good film.

    I believe God can reveal himself to us through film, and not just through the Narnia movies, or those poor excuses for films made by Cloud Ten or Kirk Cameron. Like music and books, I believe movies are not simply a medium of entertainment. I believe they are (or, at least, they can be) an interpretation of our times. We can learn a lot about our country and our world from the films we are making and the films we are shelling out ten dollars a pop to watch. Maybe cinematic turds like Transformers or the Scary Movie franchise will not succeed in building bridges to the Something in our minds, but we cannot deny that, for some people, they deliver an experience worth their time. We can learn a lot from moviegoers themselves. What are they searching for? Mere entertainment? A particular emotional experience: fear, adrenaline, sorrow, remorse, self-righteousness? A place to make-out?

    The other night, in the middle of a crowded theater noisily viewing Shyamalan's latest offering, The Happening, two men got into a fist-fight. Yes, an actual Mama-said-knock-you-out fist-fight. A friend who was sitting close to the action claimed it was because one of them was cracking wise about the film (which was, in the vernacular of this post, "unsuccessful") and the other did not take too kindly to it. After all, that kind of thing is reserved for sardonic robots and guys held captive in space. Nevertheless, as soon as the angry verbal exchange escalated into actual fisticuffs, about half the theater stood up, not in panic, but in salivating interest at seeing some real action. Was this distraction the mark of how little the film had engaged us up to this point? Or was it because these days in movies theaters, tensions are higher than people realize.

    Despite not enjoying that particular film, in light of how much stock I place in movie-going, I have to side with the latter.

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

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    The Moviegoer
    By Walker Percy
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    Truth to Power

    I preached in my church’s worship service this past Sunday. I’ve preached before, both at this church and others, so I was not all that nervous at the thought of standing up before the congregation I belong to and expressing myself and my thoughts on God through a sermon. Years ago, doing such a thing would have brought on involuntary trembling. These days, it’s a cake walk.

    However, I write this without taking into account the subject matter of my sermon. Usually, this variable effects no change in my composure. On this Sunday, however, I felt quite uneasy as I stepped to the podium and gently laid my manuscript down. You see, I normally have no problem with a sermon once I have written it, having used the best words that come to communicate the message I believe is from God, the reception of which being, of course, an intimate and rather mundane hand-off, and not the revelation-on-Patmos kind of inspiration many people associate with receiving a “message from God.” I like to imagine God is pleased to work in the former way much more often, especially in these days filled with flamboyant televangelists and strutting mega church preachers who seem to have an endless connection to ecstatic inspiration from the Almighty (strange that they all sound the same). But I digress…

    This Sunday, I chose two passages to expound on: Acts 4:32-35 and James 1:21-27. In short, I spoke on the amazing intimacy that existed between the first Christian church, and how most church-goers in our society have regressed to living as mere “hearers” of God’s word, rather than “doers.” I intimated that these two selections from the New Testament inform one another. The problem for me was that the sermon I ended up with after three hours of writing seem to read with a tone of meanness. Having written it on Thursday, I fretted through the next two days, afraid that the words I originally felt to be challenging and relevant to my particular church community, were, at worst, vicious, and at best, somewhat inconsiderate. It didn’t matter that there was a tenderness in my tone when I practiced reading it. What was being said was quite harsh in places. Some of the lines included:

    “Everything outside the church that does not contain its official and pristine stamp of approval is considered secular - and therefore evil - by comparison. It is dangerous. … In an “us vs. them” church, there is no “ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,” because a truly ”good” shepherd would deem that journey unnecessary if it included such a detour into the world.”

    “We will never be the church that God desires, that honors are risen Savior, if we do not actively care about its members - all its members - and the community that exists between us all. ”

    “We will never be a transformed church until we are willing to worship with our hands as well as our mouths, with our talents as well as our pocketbooks. True need demands both.”

    Talking with some of the church members afterwards, the usual niceties (which, don’t get me wrong, I believe were genuine) were exchanged, but one woman said, “It was a wonderful message. Ouch!” She was uplifted and inspired by the sermon, but her comment still made me gulp. The last thing I wanted to do, as this will probably be my last sermon at this church (Leigh and I leave for Germany in less than two months), was to alienate my hearers, or cause them to think that I do not treasure my experiences within this congregation.

    But, I suppose, this is what is involved in speaking truth to power. There is no easy delivery, nor is there perfect release on the other side. You only trust in the words you feel are right, stand tall and speak well, and hope that they will not go out in vain, but find fertile soil in the hearts and minds of your listeners. It is very similar to missions fund raising, when you know you need to simply come right out and tell people how very much in need of their financial support you are, but have trouble doing so without being apologetic. Strange that I would be experiencing such similar circumstances so close together.

    So may you know courage, and may you recognize truth when it seizes you. May you stand tall and speak the truth well. And may you see transformation take place. May you reap a harvest like none other - the glorious harvest that comes when power is humbled and is remarkably moved to show its power in full. May the truth set you and me - indeed, everyone - free. 

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