Thursday, April 27, 2006

He is Dangerous

I love Jesus Christ Superstar. Sometimes the message of Jesus comes across so clear to me in those lyrics. One of my favorite cuts from it is the "This Jesus Must Die" chorus of voices. As I was listening to it this morning while cleaning, one phrase kept jumping out at me...."He is dangerous, He is dangerous". As the crew of Caiaphas, Annas, and the priests are discussing their options, they keep repeating it over and over as a feverish mantra as they design the murder to make their lives safe once again..."He is dangerous".

And He is. One of the things that draws me so to Him is that very quality. He is radical. He does and says things no on expects. As C.S. Lewis says, "He's not a tame lion." It may be why I have a problem with syrupy christian books, and classes that seem to water everything down to where all you are allowed to see and hear are cliches and platitudes that don't do a thing to help us be dangerous too. Dangerous in the right way, I mean. Dangerous to Satan. Dangerous in a world that is fallen...a world that so desperately needs Christians to be radical and to show how life can be lived with God. That there's hope and a better way to live.

I don't feel much like a dangerous Christian these days. In fact, I feel downright insipid. I feel like I'm twiddling my thumbs and waiting for someone to do something about hunger and war and injustice. I shake my head and say, "That's really bad", but not much else. I don't feel very radical...and I hate that feeling. I don't think in the end it will be Christians turning away from faith that keeps the world from knowing God. I think it will be Christians slipping into a coma...a coma of ordinary living and not the dangerous, holy living we were designed for.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Work in Progress


My back yard is a mess. The job is so overwhelming that I don't know where to start. I mean, I love a garden. I love the peacefulness, the scents, the birdsong...but I'm not sure I like the work it takes to get there. It's hard work. It takes planning, patience, endurance...not to mention a strong back. But I have a vision.

This week is going to be a beautiful week. It isn't supposed to rain at all this week, which is remarkable for where I live. The sun is out, the mountain is out, the birds are out...and I'm going out. Out to the garden to work. Well, technically it's not a garden yet...but it will be.

I'm not a natural gardener, which means I'm not the type of person that craves to be out there digging every minute of every day. I like it, but it has its limitations. I can't read while I'm out there and I can't knit either...both of which I love to do...so I'm pulled in all directions. Bruce is even less of a yard enthusiast than I. He would be perfectly happy to have a yard of rock...no mowing. But, he's being so good to get out there and do stuff that I know he doesn't enjoy, for no other reason than he knows it pleases me. But, hey, when it's sunny, you better go outside.

We have all this ugly rock that has to be moved before we can even start on the garden. It's drudge work...nasty....boring. Makes my arms and back hurt, but it has to be done before we can start planting. So I'm out there moving this rock and I'm thinking that this is a lot like my life. There's stuff in my life that I need to shovel out and get rid of. Old habits, old hurts. The kinds of things that make life harder and make becoming like Jesus harder. It's not fun either. It takes hard work, patience, and endurance. And there's so much of it!

This morning I got carried away and thought why not just dig this old rose bush up and get it out of the way and not have to bother Bruce with that? So...I get the shovel and start. I work about 15 minutes with not much progress. I'm beginning to sweat and get a little aggravated at this rose bush. It doesn't even come up to my knees for goodness sake. But I can't get the thing out of the ground. It won't budge. Face it...I need help.

That's so my approach to things sometimes. Leave me alone...I can fix it. It's hard to admit that you have your limitations, especially if you're used to being pretty good at things. Apparently, this rose bush has been in the ground a while. Sometimes the things that have been with us a long time, we find difficult to deal with. Sometimes we can't even see that they're there. We need someone's help. It would be nice if I could just give that rose bush a little tug and it would come up, but it's not going to. But I bet with help, I'll uproot it.

My vision for my back yard is so beautiful. A good friend of mine worked on it with me and drew a plan for it. I have it all on paper. I know what the dimensions need to be, what plants to buy, and where to put them. I have a reading area and areas for birds and wildlife. You see, I needed something concrete to look at. Something to keep me going when I get tired of working on it. Something to keep me restless because it isn't finished. Something to remind me of what it will be.

It's why I need to hear the stories of Jesus over and over. To remind me of God's plan for me. That I too am a work in progress and so that I can catch a vision of what could be, and what will be one day.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Breathless Beauty






Sometimes the Creator just takes my breath away.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Random Resurrection Ramblings

True to the season, my thoughts have turned to resurrection and what that means for us. Nobody talks much about heaven it seems. Is that because we really don't have much to go on? I guess that's what it is, but it seems odd that since being in heaven is something that we all say we want, we sure don't explore the concept very much. I'm not even sure heaven is a place...maybe it's a state of being.

Since Jesus was resurrected, bodily, I assume we will be too. A new body, Paul says. I want to know what that means. Are we going to be recognizable to people that we knew on earth like Jesus was to the women that came to find him? Are we going to eat and drink like Jesus did after he was resurrected? And what are we going to do in heaven? I hate to admit it, but I'm sort of like Mark Twain who said if all we're going to do is sit around and sing, then no thanks. I mean, think about it. For eternity, we're going to be in heaven and we don't have the foggiest idea of what we're going to be doing. This is all nonsense talk to Bruce who says that our finite minds can't even grasp the concept. I know that...but I still wonder about it.

Is Jesus in his bodily form in heaven? Does God have a body? Or are we all going to be in some ethereal non-body forms and float around like mist? Will I get to drink coffee in heaven? Will we read? I can't imagine Bruce not reading for eternity...even in heaven. He said maybe there's something better than reading...something like having full awareness and knowledge.

Am I the only one who thinks up weird questions like these? Does anybody else have strange questions about heaven?....or better yet, answers?

Monday, April 10, 2006

Stonite or Campbellite?

As a little girl growing up in Middle TN, I often heard church people referred to as "Campbellites". This confused me and made me think of tomato soup. When my father created a subdivision close to our house and began to sell the lots, many purchasers were members of our church. The subdivision became known in the Baptist community as "Campbellite Heights" and "Deep-Water Estates". These terms swirled around me as a child, and frankly, I never paid much attention. I think I do remember asking what a "Campbellite" was, and why we were considered one, but it didn't really spark my curiosity or catch my attention for very long. As I got older and learned a bit about our history in the church, I began to understand the connection more fully, but again, I'm not all that fond of history in general, so it didn't really catch my attention.

But, as I began to explore some of the practices in the Church of Christ (henceforth designated as 2C), I became a bit more intrigued by this Campbellite business. I was most fascinated by the 5 steps to salvation that all of us could recite in our sleep, and how that originated. The thing that struck me so as I looked into the history, is that things that I so took for granted as being deeply entrenched in scripture...just sometimes weren't. Men came up with a lot of these notions and when I discovered that, it put things in a whole new light.

I recently attended the Stone-Campbell Symposium in Eugene, OR where representatives of Churches of Christ (2C), Independent Christian Churches/Churches of Christ (4C), and Disciples of Christ were in attendance. The purpose of this gathering was two-fold: 1) to promote a new work The Encyclopedia of the Stone-Campbell Movement authored by the speakers and 2) to explore our common history in the Stone-Campbell Movement with a view to becoming more accepting of one another.

Even as a non-history person, I was really fascinated by what these men had to say. I had never taken the time to sort out where these three groups came from, let alone consider our similarities. I had vague notions of why 2C split off from the other two...namely 1) the instrumental music question and 2) missionary societies. I learned that while these were the on-the-table issues, there were many more underlying matters to it than just those 2 issues. One being that after the Civil War when the official split occurred, southern Stone-Campbell churches were extremely poor and couldn't afford fancy buildings and organs. The Northern area of the country, which didn't incur the devastation of on-site war, was more affluent and could afford those accoutrements. Hence, the proliferation of 2C churches in the South and 4C and Disciples churches in the North.

As I was completely clueless about the 4C churches and Disciples of Christ, I was fascinated to learn that their split came later (in the 50's, I think), so that there are many people living today who experienced that bitter parting and whose emotions about that are still running high. Issues there seemed to mainly center around organization into a denominational structure by the Disciples and a refusal to do so by the 4C churches.

There are more details, but what I really liked about the symposium was learning about some of the people that were so dedicated to the ideal of "We are Christians only, but not the only Christians." There are many biographies in the volume referenced above, and although it is pretty daunting in size as it is a very complete reference, I intend to pick it up and read of these extraordinary individuals...both men and women. The one I remember most is T.B. Larrimore whose name I remember from childhood as I listened in on adult conversation. He was an extraordinary individual...well-respected in his day among many churches in the Movement. When controversies reached a head, he was pressed by his peers to "declare himself". He refused. He said (and I paraphrase) No one asked me when I was baptized what I thought about so-and-so. Neither do I ask those I baptize. I find that refreshing and inspiring. There are also stories of the first missionaries of the movement and how the Stone-Campbell churches have been planted overseas, and how they exist today. There are stories about women who were great influences...particularly in missions.

However, as grand as reconciliation within the Stone-Campbell churches would be, that's not our main purpose. Our main purpose, no matter what group we gather with, is the reconciliation of the world to God. We cannot turn our focus to anything else. But wouldn't the job be easier if our energies were devoted to that task together instead of picking at one another as we are sometimes wont to do. I think that was the purpose of the symposium. To point out that we are all on the same side and that we need to recognize that and get about the business at hand...that is, showing the world the way back to God.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Stone-Campbell Symposium

Bruce and I will be attending the Stone-Campbell Symposium in Oregon for the next couple of days. There will be speakers from Churches of Christ (Doug Foster), Disciples of Christ, and the Christian church. I don't really know what to expect, but I know that my historical knowledge about these denominations is pretty thin, so I expect to be learning a lot. I know that Bruce bought this huge book The Encyclopedia of the Stone-Campbell Movement that I will not be reading any time soon. It's huge! I'm hoping to get the Reader's Digest condensed version at the symposium. Anyway, we'll be out of contact for a few days, but I'm sure I will have much food for thought when I return.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

A sinless day?

I have a good friend who once told me that he believed that it is possible for us to live a sinless life. Not only is it possible, he said, but we are supposed to do it. Well, that was a new thought for me. After all, there's some verse somewhere that says if we say we have no sin, we are liars and the truth is not in us. But, his comment got me to thinking.

My ladies group and I, believe it or not, are still studying the mind of Christ. I haven't posted about it recently because of various interruptions. But, in pursuing this subject and this goal, all agree (because this is what the good book says) that Christ never sinned. He was tempted like we are, but always, "chose wisely". So the question becomes, is it possible to go through a day without sinning? Think about that for a minute. An entire day where you choose wisely; where your decisions are in harmony with God's will; where your emotions are in check; where you treat the people around you like God would. Is that humanly possible?

My questions of late always seem to navigate back to the humanity of Jesus. If Jesus was fully human, which I believe he was, then how was he able to do this? Be sinless, I mean. I know he was also fully divine simultaneously. This is a great mystery and one that bugs me. So, do we just look at Jesus and say, "No fair. He was divine. Of course we can't be sinless". Seems to me if we say that, then that gives us an excuse to not try. I mean, why try so hard not to sin when we're going to.

I believe I've had sinless days. In fact, I think I just had one last Tuesday. That's why I'm thinking about all this. Last Tuesday, I was sick...so sick that every time I stood up, I threw up. Needless to say, I stayed in bed all day. I was in and out of consciousness as my body was trying to right itself. I think that was a sinless day. But, it wasn't a very productive day. I didn't help anyone. I didn't influence anyone. No one saw Christ in me that day. Is that the kind of day I have to have to be sinless?

I wonder if my friend is right. Are we asked by God to be sinless? Are we capable? What is it about the human Jesus that gave him this ability? If Jesus could do it because he had this other special quality, then he had no right to put such high standards before us. I do believe that he was sinless as a human, not as God, and as a fellow human, what does that say to me?