Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Thoughts (3.21.17)


Image: Zach and Hannah at their rehearsal dinner, the Local Restaurant in Belmont (3.18.17).

I had the honor of conducting the wedding service for two young people from CRBC on Sunday afternoon. The sermon was taken from Ecclesiastes 4:9-12. At one point I noted that for Christians marriage is an act of discipleship. Your partner will likely shape your spiritual life more than any other human being, save Christ himself. A man lives 18 years in his parents’ household, but, very often many more with his wife.

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In his essay “Toil and Flame,” on Polish author and artist Jozef Czapski (in A Defense of Ardor), Adam Zagajewski observes: “A religious temperament doesn’t kill a sense of humor—just the opposite, it shapes, develops it” (p. 97).

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Zagajewski in “Against Poetry” from the same:

Contemporary mass culture, entertaining and at times harmless as it may be, is marked by its complete ignorance of the inner life. Not only can it not create this life; it drains it, corrodes it, undermines it. Science, caught up in other problems, likewise neglects it. Thus only a few artists, philosophers, and theologians are left to defend this fragile, besieged fortress (p. 138).

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I’m listening to George Eliot’s Middlemarch on LibirVox. From chapter 8: When Sir James says the pretentious Rev. Casaubon “has got no good red blood in his body,” Mrs. Cadwallader responds, “No, somebody put a drop under the magnifying glass and it was all semi-colons and parentheses.” On Dorothea’s poor decision to marry Rev. Casaubon, Sir James says a person ought to have “perfect liberty in misjudgment.”

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Baseball practice has begun. This is my thirteenth year at Cove Creek and third consecutive year coaching the Cove Creek Major League Pirates. Opening day is April 8. There is nothing for a Dad quite like coaching his sons in baseball.

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Christian Wiman in a 2014 “Socrates in the City” interview with Eric Metaxas on being a well-known poet: “Being a famous poet is like being famous in your family.” That made me think of the adage, recalling a series of concentric circles of ever decreasing size, that there’s being famous, being “Christian” famous, being “Reformed Christian” famous, and being “Reformed Baptist” famous. Being a famous Reformed Baptist would be like being famous in your family.

JTR

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Thoughts (3.11.17)


Image: A view inside Clover Creek Presbyterian Church meeting house (Bull Pasture Road, Highland County, Virginia) while under renovation in 2016.


A follow up to yesterday’s post on “Living the Good Life” (Ecclesiastes 9:7).  Would it be over-reach to suggest a sacramental take on this verse? “Go thy way, eat thy bread with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart.” Would this work as a passage read before the Lord’s Supper? Does living the good life ultimately have to do with enjoying communion with Christ and with his people? Do some Christians lack joy and contentment because they do not avail themselves of this ordinary means of grace?

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Polish writer Adam Zagajewski, in his essay collection A Defense of Ardor (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2004), has an interesting description of momentary human experiences of joy:

Origen thought that those who have been fully initiated into a religion’s substance come to live in a spirit of eternal joy, an unending holiday. Only novices, he said, require the labored cheerleading of official church holidays! It is very clear that we who live today are not among the initiates; our holidays last only moments (p. 35).

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In “An Elegy for the Canon,” the introduction to Harold Bloom’s The Western Canon: The Books and Schools of the Ages (Riverhead Books, 1994), Bloom cites Oscar Wilde’s statement that “all bad poetry is sincere.” He adds: “Had I the power to do so, I would command that these words be engraved above every gate, at every university, so that each student might ponder the splendor of the insight.” He then refers to Maya Angelou’s poem at Clinton’s inaugural, adding “its sincerity is indeed overwhelming” (p. 16).

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I went to see a friend’s child in a production of Godspell, Junior last night. I enjoyed seeing this young man sing and act, and the play does provide testimony to the enduring power of Jesus as a memorable teacher and teller of parables. Obviously, however, I can’t watch anything, especially something on this topic, without evaluating it theologically. The problems with Godspell:

Jesus depicted by an actor (second commandment violation);

Christianity presented as moralism;

Patripassionism (in the song, “Oh God, I’m bleeding”);

A resurrection without resurrection appearances (something like those who would end Mark at 16:8).

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A friend of mine got a new, nifty looking leather briefcase, as a gift from his sons. Another friend saw it and asked, “Is that a Saddleback?” Turns out it was or is. Till then I had not heard of the Saddleback Leather Company. Their motto: “They’ll fight over it when you’re dead.” There has to be a sermon illustration on mortality somewhere in that motto.  


JTR