In this episode we discuss the hot topic: Why bother with God?
We didn't get on to talking about the necessity of patient and consistent Christian witness over the long-term, but here are some thoughts on engaging the person who doesn't see any need for Christian faith...
Enthroned upon fear with a sneer for the mob,
this Lord gives a job to a girl,
his lips curl,
as he lobs her the list.
Dismissed with a wave,
she flees to behave as a slave
and return to be scored:
to earn her reward.
And so, one year later,
before this dictator, the beggar proceeds to establish her deeds. The Lord must concede,
that all he had billed, to the letter's fulfilled.
So the purse of a king he flings
to this servant, observant of duties.
She pouches the booty,
and springs from the court,
to romp and cavort,
her life, uncontrolled, now financed in gold,
By royal appointment: the wastrel bank-rolled.
The king's chief adviser then frowns to despise her:
"My lord you're too lavish, the girl is a savage.
In future such treasure we'll measure much wiser.
Instead of cheap grace, each case we'll discern -
have them earn their commission,
maintain their submission.
With deals comprehensive we'll make grace expensive."
And the Lord well approved of this prudent petition.
Meanwhile far away, where a new king held sway,
A young felon in court
came to grovel, contort all her frame,
and declaim all her hitherto deviance,
to pledge fresh allegiance, nay royal obedience.
Yet all there suspected her airs were affected,
This bowing appeared just a game.
"My lord, do not crumble," the courtiers grumble,
"This dame in distress, may impress with finesse
but do not acquiesce to her schemes.
This wench is not all that she seems."
Ignoring their counsel, the King then dismounts from his place, face to face
with the girl to embrace,
and as gasps echo round, he then falls to the ground on one knee
and with right royal plea he asks, "Will you have me,
my throne and my kingdom, my future, my life?" Receiving his hand she consents as his wife.
The palace erupts with indignant outcries:
"She cannot be trusted, her act's a disguise!"
The king sighs:
"I see what you see and much else besides!
It's not for her looks or the oaths that she swore.
It's not for her sorrow or pledge to do more.
I haven't been duped or swept off my feet.
I am not sweet.
I'm a King stooping strong, looking long past the present, with love luminescent,
transfiguring gloom into dawn.
Do not warn me that scorn lies ahead, I know whom I've wed
and I'll see it through night-time to morn.
"There are kings" he continued "who give only things
to their subjects and then let them go.
But, no. I refuse to be used as a means to an end So I give them myself instead. See my wife is possessing all possible blessing, but I am the treasure, not she. For free all things handed with no fee demanded, but nothing is had without me. Some fear such free grace and replace it with earning, with works and their proper reward. But consider my wife:
now, all through her life, she belongs, heart and soul, to her Lord."
-- Right. Bible reading. Here we go - Speak Lord, your servant is listening. Ok, Matthew 11:28. Jesus said "Come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest." Ok, good verse. Well said Lord. Now let's get down to business. What's this verse really saying... Well of course "rest" is theologically loaded. Right from the seventh day of creation we see eschatological perfection modelled in Sabbath....
-- Glen!
-- Speak Lord, your servant is listening.
-- You've already said that. And I've already spoken...
-- ... Oh indeed you have Lord and now I'm allowing your word to inform and shape my theological precommitments that I might be transformed by the renewing... Well you know how the verse goes. Anyway I find it fascinating that you say v28 right after v27 when you declare the trinitarian, christocentric dynamic of all revel...
-- Glen!
-- Speak Lord, your servant is listening
-- Are you?
-- Well trying to. That's why I'm deploying all the hermeneutical tools in my considerable arsenal. It allows my whole theology to be shaped by these concepts...
-- Concepts? Glen, have you actually come to me for rest today?
-- Well... My plan is to get a properly nuanced theology of rest in place. And once I have this understanding I imagine the experience of rest will sort of, I don't know, umm....
Yesterday was self-injury awareness day. Here's a re-post of something I wrote this time last year.
Emma's great introduction to self-harm issues makes the vital point that self-harm is a universal human problem. It's not "the crazies over there." You and I self-harm every day. Don't believe me? Just take note of your self-talk next time you fail at something or get even mildly embarrassed in a social setting. You - like me - will be abusing yourself in ways you'd find shocking if it were directed at others.
None of this is to minimize the deep struggles which self-injurers face when they cut themselves with knives rather than words. But it is to say "We're all in this together" and everyone can empathise to some degree or another.
I thought that here I'd throw in a couple of thoughts that I've found extremely useful from Dan Allender. His talks called "The Wounded Heart" have been foundational for my own pastoral theology (the book is good, but not a patch on the talks).
At one point he talks about the human personality, created with dignity, fallen in depravity and then adulterated with layers as we try to manage life.
It looks something like this...
Beginning from the centre, there are certain things we tell ourselves - strategies for negotiating a fallen world.
Dignity and Depravity: “I don’t want you to see how bad or how good I am.”
We say both. I certainly want to cover up my short-comings, but I also want to hide my giftings too. If you know how good I am you'll want more of me. And I'm not sure I'll be able to meet those expectations. And so I hide.
Shame: “I’m exposed”
I don't need to tell myself to feel shame. At the speed of light, exposure unleashes the engulfing flood of shame.
Contempt (for others and for self). “I hate you / I hate myself."
There are only two covers for shame - the righteousness of Christ, or hatred. If I don't receive the covering of Christ, I take my revenge on whoever stands to remind me of my failures. God reminds me, so I hate Him. You remind me, so I hate you. And I constantly and inescapably remind me. So I hate me. With frightening ferocity.
Performance: “Here’s my long-term strategy for minimizing shame/exposure in the future.”
Because the experience of shame is so horrific, I devise schemes for avoiding it / handling it when it occurs. For all of us, we avoid circumstances in which it might arise. But if I can't seem to escape those feelings I will hit upon a strategy for managing that shame. Sometimes these strategies will be very elaborate and all-consuming. That's part of the (sub-conscious) plan though. I'm heavily invested in being able to handle these hellish feelings.
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Self-harm might seem irrational as a response to our negative feelings, but there is some sense to it. My control-seeking flesh would love to locate the problem in me so that the solution is also in me. My horror at being exposed is thus quickly (instantly in our experience) turned to hatred and this hatred is turned on myself.
The expression of this hatred in self-harm does give relief in the short-run. I can incarnate the problem – turning the shame into a tangible target for my hatred. But in doing this I'm redefining my problems. Instead of dealing with my real problems - sin and depravity - with the blood of Christ, I localise and domesticate them: ‘I’m so stupid/I’m so ugly’ - and it's my blood that pays.
In all this, I incarnate the problems, I take responsibility, I suffer and bleed for them. But all the while my High Priest stands before the Father, pleading His own blood for me. And Jesus says:
"Glen, your problem is not that you're ugly, fat, weird, dumb, awkward, a loser. Your problem is far greater than that! No animal blood could atone for your sins. No human blood could atone for your sins. Only the blood of God could make things right (Acts 20:28). But my blood has been shed. And it totally covers you.
I have included you in my death. I have put the old you to death. You were crucified with me and no longer live. It's all been judged. It's all been satisfied. And now you're risen with me, far beyond sin, death, judgement and hell. There can be no condemnation for you. You belong to me and the Father beams at you with pride.
When you feel you need to pay - I promise, it's finished. When you feel you need to suffer - I've gone to hell and back. When you feel that you're exposed - I am your covering. When you feel you're too ashamed - you're spotless in my sight."
You have been given fullness in Christ, who is the Head over every power and authority. 11 In him you were also circumcised, in the putting off of the flesh, not with a circumcision done by the hands of men but with the circumcision done by Christ, 12 having been buried with him in baptism and raised with him through your faith in the power of God, who raised him from the dead. 13 When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, 14 having cancelled the written code, with its regulations, that was against us and that stood opposed to us; he took it away, nailing it to the cross...
20 Since you died with Christ to the basic principles of this world, why, as though you still belonged to it, do you submit to its rules: 21 "Do not handle! Do not taste! Do not touch!"? 22 These are all destined to perish with use, because they are based on human commands and teachings. 23 Such regulations indeed have an appearance of wisdom, with their self-imposed worship, their false humility and their harsh treatment of the body, but they lack any value in restraining sensual indulgence.
Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. 2 Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. 3 For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.
I remember watching Brene Brown's famous TED Talk a couple of years ago on the Power of Vulnerability and thinking 'you are not far from the kingdom.' As she speaks of our crazy desire to cover our vulnerability, numb it, shut down and blame others she could have been narrating Genesis 3.
Her talk of our need for a sense of "worthiness" probably needs translating into our need for a sense of "unconditional welcome" (in spite of our sin). But with that translation in mind it's a powerful analysis of our human condition.
Well it seems like the same breakdown she speaks of in the TED Talk also brought her to the Lord. She speaks with a lot of wisdom here:
A few years ago a man came to the prayer centre where I work in great turmoil. He said “I invited Jesus into my heart 10 years ago and I think I meant it and I think I felt His presence. But I don’t feel His presence any more. I think I’ve finally quenched the Spirit through my sins and now He’s left me.”
The guy seemed to know his bible very well. So I said “Can you think of any verses that talk about 'inviting Jesus into your heart'?”
He thought and said “No, I don't think I can.” (I mean there is stuff about Jesus coming to live in us (e.g. John 14:17) but that's not really the same thing). So I said to him, "You know what is in the bible...?" We spoke of the High Priest’s clothing in Exodus 28 and 29.
"Take two onyx stones and engrave on them the names of the sons of Israel in the order of their birth--six names on one stone and the remaining six on the other. Engrave the names of the sons of Israel on the two stones the way a gem cutter engraves a seal. Then mount the stones in gold filigree settings and fasten them on the shoulder pieces of the ephod as memorial stones for the sons of Israel. Aaron is to bear the names on his shoulders as a memorial before the LORD...."Whenever Aaron enters the Holy Place, he will bear the names of the sons of Israel over his heart on the breastpiece of decision as a continuing memorial before the LORD. (Exodus 28:9-29)
"Here's the bottom line" I said “Christ, your High Priest has you on His heart. My feelings go up and down. Christ stays up – all the time. And you’ll only feel Him in your heart (sporadically) when you know you’re on His heart, forever."
The centre of the Christian life is not your personal relationship with God. The centre of the Christian life is Christ’s personal relationship with God. But the good news is - Christ includes you in His communion.
On Saturday I spoke at a carols concert near Eastbourne. I was picked up by a man I last spoke to in March. "How's your wife?" I asked. "I'm afraid she died last month" was the response that crashed through all our small talk. She'd been a perfectly healthy 65 year old. Diagnosed with cancer in April. Buried in November. And now Christmas looks very different.
After the concert many people spoke about the loved ones they had lost this year. One woman - a regular there - had been hit and killed by a truck while cycling. Others had buried spouses.
Yesterday I spoke at a carols by candlelight. Before the service a man in a wheelchair was pushed in. I didn't recognise him at all. The vicar of the church introduced us. "Glen, this is my father."
"Barry??" I asked. Barry was a member of another church, but he'd always been a great supporter of All Souls, Eastbourne. Always full of faith and encouragement. Recently he has suffered a massive stroke and Parkinsons has taken hold. Now he is in a nursing home, finding it difficult to swallow let alone eat. "So nice to see you Barry!" I say. Inside I was thinking "So sad to see you Barry."
I preached again on Christmas in dark places (sermon here). Afterwards a woman told me she'd buried her husband that week. Another man told me his daughter had just lost her child in labour. Another spoke of a divorce this year. Everyone agreed Christmas was hard.
At the end I spoke to Barry. I took his hand and he grasped it hard. He whispered a phrase. I pulled in even closer: "Say again Barry?" He said it again. I thought I caught it but I wanted to make sure. Now my ear is right by his lips. "One more time Barry?"
-- "He shines in the dark."
That five word sermon blew mine clear out of the water. These were not the words of an ill man to a well man. This did not come from a trapped man to a free man. This was from heaven to earth. This was divine wisdom from a man so battered he can barely move his lips. Yet in his suffering Barry knows - and he preaches! - in the valley of the shadow, Christ truly shines.