Sunday, September 05, 2010

waiting for work...

I had today off but picked up an evening shift to help out my friend Aubree. So now I'm just waiting for 2:40 to come so I can get in my car and do my thing. This next week should be pretty easy: I work a variety of different shifts and lots of short ones, and I have two days off (worked every day this week, albeit two days I only worked two-hour shifts; long story). Amidst all of this I plan on finishing Wright's "Evil & The Justice of God" (it's a very short book but quite dense in content and scope, so it's taking me a while to work through it) and start his newest book "Justification", of which I've heard a plethora of great reviews (though undoubtedly John Piper is not too big a fan). I also want to make considerable progress in my book "Re:Framing Repentance"; I'm almost done with the last chapter, which is a brief introduction to the technicalities of salvation (Christus victor, propitiation/expiation, redemption/liberation, justification and glorification). It's been a fun chapter to write, though difficult. The material is interesting to me, but most people, even Christians, probably won't find all these theological nuances too interesting. I am paying particular attention to the themes of salvation as restoration and renewal to humanity's true intended identity as priests, rulers, and gardeners; and considerable attention to making the point that salvation is not solely a human-oriented thing but also something (as we see in texts like Ephesians 1, Colossians 1, and Romans 8) with cosmic consequences. The cross wasn't just about human beings; it was about the entire cosmos.

Also, I've finished watching all the seasons of Bones. Now I am turning my attention to the tv show "Weeds." It's hilarious. A soccer mom whose husband has died finds herself in dire financial straits and turns to selling marijuana to make ends meet. Ams, Sarah and I used to watch it all the time last summer, and on Netflix I can send all the seasons directly to the TV. It's pretty exciting.

I'm dreading making about two hundred of these tonight:

Saturday, September 04, 2010

the sermon: "forgiving others"

When we talk about the cross of Christ, specifically in regards to the purpose it served, it is easy to become removed from the actual event; it is easy to leap into the world of theory and hypothesis without coming face-to-face with the blood that was spilled, the agony that was endured, and the cosmic importance of God crucified. We often forget that what happened on the cross was a turning point in human history, the long-awaited fulfillment of what God had promised he would always do: deal with the evil in the world, namely overpowering it and defeating it. The cross of Christ gives a glimpse into the paradox of how God does things: while it seemed that the powers of evil were leading Jesus to the cross in triumphal procession, the reality of it all was that Jesus himself was leading the powers of evil to the cross in triumphal procession. When Jesus’ death is talked about, most often it is talked about in reference to the atonement; and the atonement, being one of the most shocking and stunning realities of what happened on the cross, can easily become detached from the over-arching purpose of the cross itself. We must remember that in the cross, in the suffering and death of Jesus, evil itself was defeated and dismantled.

Atonement—the doctrine that speaks of God forgiving us so that our relationship with him can be restored—only finds itself truly coming to life within the framework of what has been called the Christus victor approach to the cross: that in the cross, God dealt decisively with evil, destroying its power and thus dismantling it. The new age given birth through the death and resurrection of Jesus—an age characterized quite poignantly by the forgiveness of sins—is an age where evil’s power and sway over the world has been, to say the least, crippled.

When we talk about the atonement, we must talk about forgiveness. Forgiveness is the centerpiece of what atonement is all about. The most elemental understanding of atonement is that it is what happens when God forgives a sinner, thus reconciling the sinner to himself. There is much more to it than that, but that’s the gist of it all. An adequate understanding of atonement must take into consideration the reality of forgiveness. When we talk about God forgiving us, we do not mean that he pretends that we were never that bad after all; we do not mean that he excuses us for what we’ve done and who we’ve become; we do not mean that he is simply ignoring all of that awful stuff about us. At the heart of biblical forgiveness is the destruction and dismantling of evil: when God forgives a person, the evil within that person and all the evil things he has done or thought is not ignored, excused, or turned into something “not really that bad”; rather, all of that stuff is defeated. Evil’s affect upon our relationship with God is broken, destroyed, annihilated. That is at the heart of forgiveness: forgiveness is what happens when the evil that has taken place between two sides of a relationship is named for what it is, condemned for what it is, and then defeated for what it is—and thus the relationship is restored. If forgiveness were anything but that, it wouldn’t be forgiveness at all.

When we talk about the Christian commandment to forgive our neighbors, oftentimes there is a transition in thought. While we will say, of course, that forgiveness between God and man involves the destruction and dismantling of the evil between them, we will often say that forgiveness means something quite different when it is between two mere human beings. Forgiveness takes on several different forms when the context changes, and these perceptions of forgiveness which have infiltrated the church on every level are at best distortions of biblical forgiveness and at worst mockeries of it.

In some cultures, especially in the Middle East, and even within many religions, forgiveness is not viewed as a duty or even as a virtue, but rather as a moral weakness. Forgiveness is what weak people do; it is the easy way out of the situation of evil, the way of avoiding the hard task of bringing about justice. Some will even go so far as to say that forgiveness doesn’t take evil very seriously. The Christian conviction, however, is that forgiveness does take evil seriously, and that in the naming of that evil and in the acknowledging of that evil for what it is, forgiveness is the act whereby the evil itself is defeated.

Others will say that forgiveness is the same thing as tolerance. It’s been hip in the church to say that we must be “inclusive”, that Jesus welcomed all kinds of people just as they were and since the church believes in forgiveness, the church should thus let the doors fly open and let everyone do everything they want. The “forgiving” church is the one that reinstates a preacher after a bout of sexual immorality; the “forgiving” church is the church that allows elders to keep their positions after dipping their hands into the church’s finances; the “forgiving” church is the one that allows convicted pedophiles to go into children’s ministry—well, normally we don’t say the last of these, which shows that we’ve retained at least some amount of common sense. Forgiveness is not the same as tolerance, inclusivity, or indifference. Inclusiveness, taken at the extreme, means ignoring evil, downplaying it, or even embracing it in the spirit of welcoming; forgiveness involves naming it, facing it, and defeating it.

More common mistakes regarding how we view forgiveness is saying that forgiveness means professing that the evil didn’t matter. But if it didn’t matter, then there’s no need for forgiveness. The fact that forgiveness is needed means that evil did happen, it was awful, and it needs to be dealt with. Another mistake is the idea that forgiveness means pretending that the evil didn’t happen; part of the point of forgiveness is committing oneself to working towards the point where I can act as if it didn’t happen. But it did happen, and it mattered, and forgiveness isn’t supposing that it didn’t or turning a blind eye to the fact that it did. It’s looking hard at the fact that it did happen and making a conscious effort of the will to set it aside so that it doesn’t become a barrier between the people involved.

These false perceptions of forgiveness will often plague us. We must remember that when the Bible talks about God forgiving us and us forgiving those who sins against us, there is no change in the meaning of forgiveness. Forgiveness means the same thing in both cases, and the command to forgive is resplendent throughout the New Testament. Jesus taught us to pray that God will forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. In Matthew 18, Jesus warned that unless we forgive, we will not be forgiven: the servant who was forgiven a massive debt but who then refused to forgive a tiny one to a fellow servant had the initial forgiveness revoked. This is a difficult text but we’ll look at it in a moment. The point is made, however, that forgiveness is a pretty big deal in the Christian faith. God has forgiven us, so we are to forgive others. Period. This means that when evil takes place between us and someone else, and when that evil is pressed against us from the other person, we are to forgive. We’re not to pretend it didn’t happen, or say it really wasn’t that bad, or ignore it altogether. Forgiveness involves, as I’ve said again and again, naming the evil and shaming it. It means acknowledging in all its awful depth the evil that happened and facing it for what it is. Often this means difficult and nauseating confrontation, but it is confrontation that must take place. Forgiveness, after the acknowledgment of the evil between the two people, is a determination on the side of the offended to do everything in his or her power to resume an appropriate relationship with the one who sinned against them. It means settling in one’s own mind that we will not allow this evil to determine the nature of our relationship. It is, in essence, reconciliation: in forgiveness, the naming of that evil and the defeating of that evil by living as if it didn’t happen when acknowledging that it did, reconciliation, the re:harmonizing of the relationship, takes place.

The question is begged, “How often should we forgive someone when they sin against us?” It’s not a new question; in Matthew 18.21-22, Peter asked Jesus the same question. We find Peter asking Jesus, “How many times should I forgive my brother? As many as seven times?” Many ancient Jews taught that the maximum amount of times for forgiving someone for the same offense was three times; Peter’s speculation of seven is quite commendable: twice the norm and plus one! Jesus’ response is cryptic: “No, not seven times, but seventy times seven.” This is not some abstract proposal—forgive your brother 490 times, and then you are allowed to cease forgiving—nor is it just figurative language—keep forgiving your brother time and time again. Rather, Jesus is looking back to an ancient prophecy found in Daniel 9, where the prophet Daniel asks an angel how long the exile will continue. “Will it be seventy years, as Jeremiah foretold?” The angel answers, “No: it will be seventy times seven.” 490 years—seventy years times seven—is how long it will take “to finish the transgression, to put an end to sin, and to atone for iniquity, to bring in everlasting righteousness” (verse 24). Jesus’ cryptic answer points back to this promise, and he is saying that the New Age has dawned, the kingdom has come, the age of forgiveness has broken forth. The only reasonable response is to embrace and embody this new age, the new age of the kingdom, this new age of forgiveness: forgiving is to be a way-of-life for the members of this kingdom.

The commandment to forgive, then, is not simply a new and tougher piece of ethics that we dare not even attempt. The command flows directly from the situation Jesus has inaugurated and sealed in his death and resurrection. The atonement is not simply an abstract transaction making God’s forgiveness available to all who want it; it is the towering and shocking achievement by which evil itself was defeated so God’s new age could begin. And those who claim to follow Jesus, who are members of this kingdom and thus of this new age, are to embody that reality.

The claims of the church—that a new age has dawned that is characterized by forgiveness of sins and thus by reconciliation—is made a mockery as long as we continue to live in a stubborn refusal to forgive those who sin against us. When we are more than happy to claim God’s forgiveness of us and yet harbor resentment, distrust, and, essentially, an unforgiving disposition towards those around us, we are mocking the cross and living as if our faith is a sham. By refusing to forgive others, we are calling God a liar, we are calling this new age a farce, and we are conniving with the forces of darkness and spreading our legs wide to sin and death. And when we do this, when we deny the reality of the kingdom in our own lives, we let the evil that was done fester and boil within us. The evil takes hold and spreads through our hearts, minds, and souls. We distance ourselves from others and stop trusting people; we call it strength, but really it’s coldness. We become calloused creatures who cannot forgive nor accept forgiveness, broken and pitiable creatures who cannot love nor accept love. The refusal to forgive doesn’t just deny the reality of the cross and of the atonement; it allows evil to enslave us, and we become dehumanized. Our lives become consumed with bitterness anger, and resentment. We become grouches and grumpies, and that’s the most benevolent sketch of what happens to us; in all truth, what happens is that we become sub-human. Not forgiving others is something to be taken very seriously.

That Jesus takes it seriously is seen in Matthew 18.23-35. I promised we would look at this text, and now we will. Jesus isn’t saying that forgiving others is an arbitrary commandment and if we don't do it, then God won’t forgive us. He is, rather, pointing out that the one who refuses to forgive is the one who is embroiled in his or her own self-worth and pride. He is the one who exalts himself over everyone and everything else. He is the one who makes himself, and his own convictions, his God; he is thus making himself out to be the Judge and Juror. And when he does this, he cannot at the same times be a servant of God. He may make a showy pretense of religion, and read the Bible every day and pray, but his own refusal to forgive is symptomatic of the fact that he has not yet truly experienced forgiveness.

Forgiving others is not an easy thing to do. It is hellishly difficult, especially when the pain and hurt is immense. It is much easier to try to pretend it didn’t happen, or to say that it didn’t matter, or to try and numb the pain through all sorts of escapism techniques. All of this doesn’t deal with the evil; it just gives it room to grow and exponentially multiply like gangrene spreading through a wound. The very act of acknowledging that evil has been done, that someone has been sinful, hurtful, and damaging to us is difficult. And while that may be difficult, the act of forgiveness—not letting what happened affect the relationship—is bound to be pretty near to impossible sometimes. This is when we must rely on the strength of the Spirit, and it often means that we forgive others even when our hearts are not in it: forgiveness is often not a pleasant thing, and sometimes it means we grit our teeth and do it despite every inclination not to do so. It is by this great and difficult act that the evil is defeated and reconciliation takes place, though often in small steps and over much time. Forgiveness isn’t ignoring the evil, excusing the evil, or forgetting the evil—it is, and I can’t stress this enough, defeating the evil by disallowing it to exercise its power over us and over the relationship.

It is at this point that I encourage everyone to examine their own lives and to ask the question, “Do I forgive others?” And I mean really forgive them. Do we not shirk away from confronting evil when it happens? Do we not then seek to establish reconciliation with those who have hurt us? If we do not, then there is good reason for us to ask the next question: “Do I really love God?” It is, after all, the greatest commandment, to love God. Loving God essentially means being devoted to God; and if we refuse to forgive, then our devotion is upon ourselves (which, ironically, leads to the destruction of ourselves; yet another paradox!). But beware: the question isn’t “Do I find it easy to forgive?” but “Do I forgive?”

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This is the sermon manuscript from last Sunday. Admittedly it is a topic from whence I drew much inspiration from N.T. Wright (I "quote" him a few times, though without reference; that would never fly in the scholastic world). His chapter on forgiveness in "Evil & The Justice of God" far outweighs anything in this sermon, and I recommend giving it a read. As to making a five-part series on forgiving others, I decided not to do it. Laziness is to blame, and I have other stuff I need to be spending my time on. But, regardless, there's the second sermon I preached at F.C.C.

Friday, September 03, 2010

'ello Septicemia

Last Tuesday my friend Clare and I--she is a special friend--went to Caesar's Creek. We were going to play on the decrepit swing bridge with the rotting boards, but for some reason--probably due to the fact that one's trek across it was the equivalent of flirting with certain death--the park rangers tore it down. So instead we played in the creek and chased a snake and then went to the Lake and swam for a while. The next day I went to North Park with several friends and I wanted to climb the crumbling cliff-face but it was closed off. I'm going to go again tomorrow and follow the creek to it; it's a longer path but I doubt they've closed off the creek-bed. This morning I worked 6-8:00 (yes, only two hours) and now I'm getting ready to see Clare again. She's coming over to the house to meet Maebe and see my place and we're going to maybe go swimming and fix lunch and I'm going to introduce her to Mario Kart.

This evening I plan on finishing the next chapter in my book on repentance; the chapter is entitled "Re:defining Salvation" and it essentially puts salvation within its Judeo-historical framework, thus alienating the inaccuracies of both conservative evangelicalism and liberal progressivism in their soteriological convictions. The book has been great fun to write, think about, and study for; yet I take the humility of N.T. Wright as my own and blatantly confess, "20% of what I'm going to write will be wrong. I just don't know what 20% it is." 20% is a pretty conservative estimate, to be honest. Truthfully, I often feel like I'm writing about things far over my head, and that even in my deepest ponderings and most detailed studies, I feel as if I am just scratching the surface. Nevertheless, I do hope that it will serve the kingdom in some way, shape, and form. It is the first book in a four-part series I'm going to be doing; "Re:Framing Repentance" will be followed by "Re:Framing Faith", "Re:Framing Baptism", and "Re:Framing Salvation." I'm excited about all of them. Each book will probably be around, oh, 300 pages, I'm guessing. The first is already at 60 pages and I've only got the first three chapters of twelve written :(. But some of the later chapters will be significantly shorter.

P.S. The title of this post was supposed to be "Hello September" but I misspelled September and the word processor automatically changed it to Septicemia (which is apparently a medical term denoting the presence of bacteria in the blood). So far as I know I don't have septicemia, but it's a cool word nonetheless. Here is a cute picture of a turtle from Caesar's Creek:

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

the end of the month

Life has been good pretty far. This is the last day of August, so let me recap all that has happened this month. Done. Yeah, that's right, not much of anything. Just working, wrestling with car troubles, and hanging out with friends. Schools have started up again so the morning rushes at work have become pretty intense. I like it, though: much better to be exhausted from going into overdrive rather than to be exhausted from the mere fact that you woke up at 4:30 in the morning to get to work on time. We've had a few cool days, days when I've broken out my cowboy boots and jeans and plaid shirts. Perhaps I am a wanna-be cowboy at heart? September is just around the corner and I am continuously looking forward to the arrival of autumn in all its decay-ridden glory. I do have high hopes for September and these hopes are pretty well-grounded, but we'll just have to see what happens. I am more and more optimistic.

Monday, August 30, 2010

the dayton days (31)

damned straight!
Monday. C.C.U. is back in session: it's nice not to be down there. I spent the morning cleaning the house, ran by the gas station, and had eggs and toast for breakfast. Ams & I jumped in the Vibe and drove down to Kentucky to get my Prizm: there's a slash in the fuel tank, but it's driveable so long as I don't fill it up past 1/3 a tank. Bullshit, I know. We got home around 6:00 and Mom & Dad were back from Colorado, and Mom fixed spaghetti. Dylan came over for a bit, and I worked 9-10:00 (a weird shift, I know: Betsy got really sick and went to the E.R., so I helped out). The CD in Mom's Vibe has songs on it that were on the CD Courtney gave me when we were together. It's weird that I don't think about her anymore but yet the song, perhaps triggering dormant synapses in my brain, dredge up all those old and dusty, antique feelings. and I listen to the CD and let the emotions overwhelm me and when the next song comes on, everything's back to normal and I forget her all over again.

Tuesday. I worked a hellish 6-2:00 with a GREAT crew: Wade, Jessica, Forrest, Asenath, Tony & Destini. Yes, we had 7 people on the floor, but we needed it: school rushes are back. I hung out with Ams for a bit after work and then she headed back down to Cincinnati. I went to Starbucks on Route 48 to study Greek and write. 

Wednesday. I worked 1:30-9:00 and helped unload the truck, worked with Asenath, Betsy, Tony, Aubree, Lourdes, and Destini. After work I lounged around the house and then went to bed... I feel so restless, though maybe discontented is a better word? And while I know there will never be lasting contentment here, that knowledge doesn't make it easier to bear. In high school I was confident that by the age of 23 I'd be a full-time pastor with a wife. It didn't work out like that. No church job, despite countless attempts; no wife, despite even more "attempts" (and liars, cheaters, and backstabbers don't make the disappointment easier to swallow). Many of my friends whom I went to school with are working in ministry, married, or both. Julie and Courtney are married: Julie to the turncoat she left me for, Courtney to the rock star she cheated on me with. Yes, cynicism and disillusionment run deep. Amidst this, and no doubt influenced by it, I'm restless and aimless, just trudging through this bitch-whore called life, telling myself to hope, pleading with God to help, and hoping that when he does, it'll stick.

Thursday. I had nightmares all night, could barely sleep. I woke early and went to the Route 48 Starbucks to study more Greek and had Chipotle for lunch. I hung out with Dewenter, and then Dylan & Tyler came over. We got two big-ass spiders on the front porch, put them in a bottle, and made them fight. I've been chatting with a 19 year-old Christian girl named Clare who lives in Franklin. It's weird, because I DO want a girlfriend, but then I get scared and apprehensive, probably because the last two girls--Genna & Faith--turned out to be rather psychotic. But Clare knows that we're just getting to know each other and nothing is set in stone. Oh: F.C.C. called. I assumed they hired the other guy, but I guess not. I'm preaching there this Sunday. So I guess I'm still in the running?

Friday. I worked 6:30-3:00. It was chaotic but good. I'm becoming a quick bar, or at least faster than the other baristas. I hammered out my sermon for Sunday--it's on forgiveness--and then cleaned my room and car, since I made plans to see Clare tomorrow. 

Saturday. I opened with J.J.: 5:30-1:30. A long and tiring shifts with lots of rushes, per usual. At 3:30 I met Clare at the Route 48 Starbucks. It was awkward at times, but we connected pretty well, and we'll be seeing each other again. She's short, only 5 feet, and she's chubby, in the way that I like. She's adorable. I had a doppio con panna and she had a frappuccino. We parted ways around 5:00. I told Jessie about it (she's in Illinois now, remember?) and she warned me to be careful. I'm not talking to Clare at all hours of the night, we met each other soon, and we're taking things slow: it should be easy, since I work mornings and she works evenings. Dylan & Tyler came over, and we played Wii and sat on the front porch and smoked cigarettes: nothing unusual.

Sunday. I went by work to get coffee and go over my sermon, and by 10:40 I was at F.C.C. for "Round Two" of the interview process: another sermon, entitled (quote cleverly) "Forgiving Others." Clare came to see it and liked it, and she brought her sister Chloe, who asked, "Do you have a brother?!" Ha! After F.C.C. Clare and I went to the park and fed the ducks and walked around and then got ice cream. We parted ways, and Dewenter and I ate a late lunch at China Cottage and I told him about Clare. "You like the chubbier ones," he said. "Nothing wrong with that!" 


Sunday, August 29, 2010

ten months later

The weight loss goal I made in October of last year--to lose around 60# and reach 142#--has been reached! This morning I weighed in at 141 pounds. I checked and rechecked to make sure it was right, and assuredly the scale was not lying. In autumn of 2009 I weighed somewhere between 200 and 205 pounds (give or take depending on the day). Now I weighed in at 141#. That is at the least sixty pounds lost. This is a great milestone, and it makes me very happy, but the weight loss isn't over. I still want to hit my freshman weight, even though my baby sister says it is way too skinny: I have nine more pounds to go before I get there. 135#. 131# is the lowest I ever got, but that's not what I'm interested in. Sixty pounds lost, and how did I do it? Simple: work out once a day (though honestly I have done little cardio; had I done cardio, I would've gotten here a long time ago) and eat healthy (fruits, vegetables, whole grains, grilled fish and grilled chicken, etc.). Of course, it wasn't always perfect, but it was what I tried to do every day every week. And now it's paid off :). Check out the before and after pictures below, the first one taken in October 2009 and the other taken this morning.

Friday, August 27, 2010

on f.c.c.

Franklin Christian Church, the church I interviewed at many weeks ago, finally contacted me. I had thought they forgot about me, and then I learned through my doctor (who's a friend of mine and also the doctor of several of the church members) that the congregation is split down the middle. Basically half the congregation wants the other candidate, and the other half of the congregation--from what I could gather--doesn't. Note that they don't necessarily want me, they just don't want the other candidate. I expressed this to a friend and she said that maybe I didn't have confidence in myself. The opposite is true: when it comes to my abilities as a preacher, I am quite confident. I've had lots of practice and public speaking happens to be a gift of mine. I am just interpreting the facts--well, the rumors--in the simplest fashion. Nevertheless, since I am the only other candidate (insofar as I know), I've been asked to preach again. Perhaps just to bide time as the congregation sifts through their disagreements, or maybe because they want to "try me out" again to see if the congregation's vote can slide in another direction. I've no idea. Honestly, I'm not expecting to hear from them anytime soon after I preach. Things are moving slowly, which is more often a sign of indecisiveness and weakness over and against strength and resolve. If I do get this job, I'll certainly have to delete this post! I do want the job, though, I really do. It would be great experience, I'd be doing what I love, and it'd double my income--and right now that is exactly what I need.

My sermon is going to be on forgiveness. In lieu of this, and in lieu of all the studying I've been doing, I'm going to do another "series" of blog posts, this time on repentance. Starting tomorrow. Tonight I must write my sermon (which will include aspects of all the upcoming blog posts, but the blog posts, I hope, will go more in-depth). Anyways. That's what we call an update.

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