Speaking in Generalities

March 12, 2009

It’s been said that there are three foundations of God’s love: The Father’s immense love for humankind is the first, Jn 3:16. In the same passage we see the second foundation, the Son’s selfless self-sacrifice.

God tends to puzzle you with life. I can’t be too specific. Once you think you have a formula to work out he throws in a completely different variable, mid-solution… I’m sitting back and laughing in happiness at the marvels of God’s interactive grace. It’s the third foundation of his love, the work of the Holy Spirit in the life of an individual’s faith, Jn 3:5-6, that has placed before me a happy puzzle.

I thought I hated puzzle games, but it seems more and more that’s what this public ministry business is all about–figuring out how best to serve him who loves me and gave himself for me. That freedom is daunting, because it seems there’s more than one right answer, but when we look back, we see definite results of his divine glory. I think that’s because his work is as active as Rom 8:28 and Gen 50:20 tell us.

And God’s plans are always for the salvation of his elect, Jer 29:11-14. I love how the best answer to the devil is, “It is written,” Matt 4:4,7. It’s also the best guide to adiaphora and life’s big decisions, Jn 8:31-32 and Jn 17:17. I can have confidence that God’s guidance in my earthly life directly affects my eternal life, Jn 17:3.

Whatever I do, its goal is God’s glory, 1 Cor 10:31. For why would I doubt that God’s glory is fullest when eternal lives are to benefit from his plans, Psalm 148:14? And why would I doubt that the written word is the way God brings eternal life, 1 Jn 5:13? And why would I assume that I have anything to bring to the table, 2 Cor 4:5?

Why would I cease to pray and seek and learn and love?


Heavenly Abode

February 13, 2009

When you have a few years, you might read this post:

 

Along with The Great Divorce, I’ve been reading a more recent novel, The Shack, by recommendation.  A NY Times best-seller, Shack has been compared to Pilgrim’s Progress in impact.  The book is written by Wm. Paul Young, set in Oregon.  Let me suggest that you find Young’s profile on Wikipedia or check out other reviews on www.theshackbook.com.

 

To me, the book’s reputation preceded itself in various ways, in fact.  I had heard Christians in the area were delighted at its approach.  Our WELS Arizona-California District President, John Buchholz, even mentioned it in conversation.

 

The hook into this novel is how it presents God so simply to the main character, Mack; God invites Mack to spend a weekend at a shack.  And as this Mack fellow wonders whether to take God up on the invitation, the reader learns about some startling details.  First, we find that, at age thirteen, Mack poisoned his father’s booze in order to avenge routine family beatings.  Later, Mack’s young daughter, Missy, is murdered at the hands of a child predator, nicknamed the Little Ladykiller.  The shack where Mack eventually meets his Maker face-to-face is the shack where he once found the last known remnants of his daughter–Missy’s bloody dress.

 

Mack is a believer, but distant, since he resents God and can’t understand why God let his daughter die so soon in such a disturbing way.  He also can’t deal with father figures so well, so God the Father comes to him as a large black woman.  It eludes me why a short, balding white man can relate better to a Mammy stereotype than to an older white man, especially when the Bible never chooses to speak about God as a woman.  However, the point that God communicates to us in ways we can understand—anthropomorphisms and anthropopathisms—is well-illustrated in this way.  For instance, when Scriptures reference the Lord’s right hand, it’s really describing his power in a figurative way.  Likewise, God is “neither male nor female, even though both genders are derived from [his] essence” (page 93 of Shack).

 

Shack appropriately lays emphasis on love and forgiveness, on freedom and relationship.  The enemy of Young’s theology is human desire for independence, or the struggle against relationship.  In an insightful way, the emphasis on relationship and freedom in the novel is a striking preachment against legalism.  (Here I would define legalism as behaving in the right way outwardly by compulsion rather than desire.)  Anti-legalism is something Martin Luther strived for in his life, and all Lutherans would work to emphasize, as well.

 

The difficulty I have here is that the author does a great deal of bashing on what he sees as religion, and he does this boldly from the lips of God.  Young’s Holy Spirit character, a small Asian woman, says “religion is about having the right answers … but I am about the process that takes you to the living answer …. ” (198 )  I don’t believe religion disagrees with this!  To juxtapose religion and God seems dangerous to me.  I think of passages that religion is founded on in the first place, passages like John 8:31-32 and Heb 10:25-26.  These are the words of God!  These words remind us of the benefit of encouraging one another and meeting together in the truths of Jesus’ teachings!  We naturally resist the workings of God in our hearts anyway (Ro 8:7); why did we expect religion to be so smooth and agreeable?  Is it theology Young takes issue with?  But that hardly makes sense, as Young illustrates well by his whole novel, all theology is practical.

 

There’s a particular aspect of this novel that comes off hokey to me, and that’s the love that Young desires to spread throughout the novel by a kiss on the cheek.  The Holy Spirit kisses Jesus on the cheek and Jesus kisses the father on the cheek and on the lips … This comes off a little strange, I think.  The idea is that, in order to prove the Trinity, the author explains that a God who is self-sufficient and loving must also be plural.  It’s an intriguing thought to combine these attributes as a proof for a three-in-one God, but it ends up being weird in the novel.  Nor does the Bible offer us this divine equation.  Our existence is already proof of his love; he didn’t need to be more than one God to be love.  The Trinity is proved to us by the clear passages of Scripture (John 15:26).  Anything else, even divine equations, limp.

 

One last glaring issue I have with Shack is that it blurs the line between fact and fiction in terms of God’s communication with us.  God is truly a living being, if you want to think of him as a verb.  But we can also find out many things about him in the Scriptures, many firm and fast divine expressions that are very much like nouns.  For instance, it can be very comforting to know God doesn’t change (Malachi 3:6) or lie (Psalm 12:6), God is all-powerful (Ps 115:3) and operates outside of time to our benefit (2 Pt 3:9).  God is faithful (1 Co 10:13), and God is love (1 Jn 4:8 ) and truth (Jn 14:6) and salvation (Lk 1:31, Jn 17:3).  Again, Young himself draws on many of these attributes throughout the novel.  To go looking for feeling and insight in nature can be enlightening and emotionally appealing, but God isn’t going to reveal himself as Savior of the world there.  He only reveals his story of salvation through the means of grace, the gospel in word and sacrament (Ro 10:17, John 3:5, Matt 26:28).

 

Wm.–I like his abbreviation–Paul Young wrote Shack in 2007.  He has a depth of theological insight in treating these topics of suffering and pain.  In fact, there is more topically than a blog can truly address.  (Though if there’s more interest, I have more to say.)  Young constantly shows thought as well as feeling.  I found myself tearing up at points, which doesn’t surprise me when I’m reading from someone who has founded his comfort on the Bible.

 

I recommend Shack to those readers with both a discerning eye and a love for the gospel’s work in the lives of sinners.


Current Book List

February 12, 2009

I realize that it makes sense I’m reading more theological works than what I term “mundane,” but I’m still looking to read more widely.

Theological:

1. Liturgical Preaching: Contemporary Essays
2. CFW Walther’s Proper Distinction between Law and Gospel
3. Daniel Deutschlander’s The Theology of the Cross
4. People’s Bible: Ecclesiastes, Song of Songs
5. Wisconsin Lutheran Quarterly

Mundane:

1. Eldest (second volume in the Inheritance Series)
2. The Culprit and the Cure: Why lifestyle is the culprit behind America’s poor health and how transforming that lifestyle can be the cure

Most Recently Read:

The ShackThe Great Divorce, Eragon (first volume in Inheritance)


Making Life into Death

February 6, 2009

I can’t presume to summarize C.S. Lewis’ The Great Divorce sufficiently enough, nor should I, in light of its genre. It’s one of those that throws you into the action without a complete explanation until the end, making for a brilliant novel. Divorce isn’t a long read, and its conversationally fictitious style is a nice framework for the theology and philosophy it touts.

Writing about biblical truths through fiction has always gripped me, and I owe that in totum to Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia.

It will help to explain briefly that the main character, who appears to be Lewis himself, imagines himself at the end of life. On his journey to understanding heaven, he passes by other ghosts who refuse to see things as they are–ghosts who choose to remain in hellish misery. (Ghost becomes Lewis’ way of describing dead people in misery; spirit comes to refer to those enjoying heaven.) For instance, the dead visage of a once gorgeous woman continues to attempt suggestive flaunts, frustrated no one seems to care and not realizing how ugly she now appears. Likewise, a phantom of a mother can’t bear to imagine her sorrow over her son’s premature death was not actually love, but misplaced hope and a distraction from spiritual necessities. Still another individual soul conceives of heaven as a conspiracy theory. Not even the happy spirits of heaven can convince these ghosts of eternal joy. So Lewis seems to flesh out what it means that if unbelievers “do not listen to Moses and the prophets, they will not be convinced, even if someone rises from the dead” (Mt 17:31)

Lewis’ ghosts can’t see the significance of an eternal bliss because they consider their own concerns so significant.

On the other hand, Divorce does not simply call eternal life a state of mind. One ghost contends with a spirit about whether their surroundings were real, which they clearly were.  In this way Lewis writes brilliantly in reaction to those who might suppose ”spiritual” means “symbolic.” A heaven that is only opinion or inquiry makes for a kind of hellish grace.

Originally written in 1946, The Great Divorce holds basic truths that people wrestle with today. Lewis challenges presuppositions by comparing realization to size–those who put to death their vices seem to grow without knowing it–and so forces us to explore the corners of God’s promises. Rather than search outside the box, spiritual critics–even we–may benefit from first realizing how vast the box really is.

Divorce also offers insight on those who influenced C.S. Lewis, as he cites a few of his preferred sources. One such writer is George MacDonald, Scottish author and congregational minister. I feel compelled to seek out this man’s works soon, and read William Blake’s Marriage of Heaven and Hell, which Lewis is responding to with this novel. Let me also mention how influential Dante Alighieri’s Inferno and John Milton’s Paradise Lost seem to be in any literature of this type. These are all personal goals, I guess!

I recommend this book to anyone when Christianity might appear to have a “black and white” point of view.


Scratching Himself with Pottery

February 6, 2009

I need sleep … I need time … I need you …

 

A man like Job I can relate to … on a small scale.  He sat naked on in the dust and ashes of his former life.  Even his wife would nag and criticize the Lord, leaving Job … all alone.

 

He sits in the dust with his boiling sores and finds very little to do with his broken world … lost possessions … innumerable … lost family … priceless … lost confidence … lifeless.

 

There’s nothing to do.  What little pleasure can he find … but to scratch himself with shards of pottery?

 

I’m scratching hard.  I haven’t lost much … just a relationship.  And I haven’t lost it, only parted from it.  For a while.  I find myself striving … to make things feel better …

 

“I am nothing but skin and bones …”

 

I’ve despaired like this before … I was once lonely … before … still … never have I felt the drawn out pain of knowing whom I love … and being without …

 

“Why is light given to those in misery … and life to the bitter of soul … ?”

 

It’s not unhealthy or destructive … maybe very mildly unhealthy and destructive.  I don’t want to spoil everybody else’s fun, but … their advice misses the mark.

 

“Miserable comforters are you all!  Will your long-winded speeches never end?”

 

I could use better advice to take the pain away.  What takes the pain away?

 

“When I think of all this … I fear him …”

 

Not even the knowledge that there’s a faithful witness above cleanses my flesh.  Not even knowing my Redeemer lives makes life feel better.  What’s coming to me …

 

“I sign now my defense—let the Almighty answer me … let my accuser put his indictment in writing …”

 

I probably will get what’s coming to me.  Job wasted his knowledge on words and self-destruction … then … God talked … God swept him through the laws of nature for … an accounting …

 

“Would you discredit my justice?  Would you condemn me to justify yourself?”

 

For even righteous Job had to pay the penalty for his sinful ancestry … even … self-righteous Job had to admit his shaken faith.  His sorrowful feelings were no longer sound or insightful … they were now plainly sinful …

 

“Surely I spoke of things I did not understand … things too wonderful for me to know.”

 

Job was sinful and … and … so am I. 

 

“At this my heart pounds and leaps from its place.”

 

God grant me the long-suffering it takes to rejoice in present sadness, for the world we know is passing away to be replaced …

 

“I know that my Redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand upon the earth … and after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God; I myself will see him with my own eyes—I, and not another …”

 

… and to await the second coming of our Lord Jesus ….

 

“Spare him from going down to the pit … I have found a ransom for him.”

 

… more strongly than I await Katie … whom I love completely …

 

“… How my heart yearns within me!”

 

 

 


Man Emoting

February 5, 2009

Thanks for all your comments so far! I will take your thoughts into consideration.

I’m still getting used to the blog, I guess. It’s not going to be every day, I assure you. A big reason for this is that I’m afraid of spending too much time online. But I guess I can still freewrite and publish what I like. I do that anyway.

 I freewrite a lot especially during this time that I can’t talk to my girlfriend, Katie. She’s down in Costa Rica exploring the rainforest on horseback and dancing with monkeys in small clearings and sleeping with pumas, and we can’t talk very often. So I’ve been writing out my emotions. This seems to be pretty therapeutic, especially after an extra fifteen to twenty minutes in the Bible and in prayer.

 I recommend “therapeutic freewriting” to anyone who doesn’t know what to do with his or her emotions.

 How crazy am I really? I’m going to submit a poem based on the book of Job to the Messenger of Grace newsletter soon, just so you can see the fruits of my hand. It’s a little different than my normal writing style … I think. I’ll let you be the judge. I have more than one style, I think; I”m pretty capable of creativity. Sometimes it’s simply hard to move outside the box until you see it for what it really is. Sometimes it’s hard to know what’s unique until you’ve looked at other people’s stuff. And sometimes I have a fear of informalities–a healthy fear, I think.

Sometimes you just respect what you’re writing about too much to be glib or careless.


Boasting in the Lord

January 18, 2009

Not too long ago, a member came up and apologized for comparing my sermons to Pastor’s sermons. This person had said my sermons were as good as his. I initially gave thanks and took it as an embellished compliment, but she felt as if she had said something wrong.

I know my sermons aren’t as good as Pastor’s; that’s a big reason why I’m here. I also told the member that Pastor checks over my sermons, so, not only does he have authority over my message, but some of his intellectual manpower ends up in what I say. In fact, I wouldn’t mind having this kind of accountability for the long haul.

I think what this individual, as a new member to Grace, wasn’t expecting was a pastoral student who knows Greek and Hebrew and has been exposed to quite a bit of doctrine inside and outside the realms and insights of Scripture. She was, quite possibly, expecting someone younger and interested, but not, for all practical intents and purposes, in the middle of a biblically steroidal education. So hats off to our worker-training system.

But also hats off to the Holy Spirit and the faith that he communicates to and through my heart and mouth. I know most of my weaknesses preaching and teaching, I think, and I don’t believe anyone who compliments me anyway. I know I haven’t preached any perfect sermons. I’d like to think I’m improving, but you may be the judge of that.

So here’s my request:

Please give me your opinion about sermons. What do you like in a sermon? Or, what annoys you in a sermon? What helps you pay attention? What deflects your attention?

Keep in mind 1) I can’t please everybody. I may not implement your suggestion, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed it and thought through it. I may simply disagree. For example, I will preach gospel AFTER I preach law, whether you agree or not. Also keep in mind that 2) I’m not asking you, I’m demanding that, if you’re reading this blog, tell me what you like or don’t like in a sermon.

For whatever doesn’t quite connect, I blame myself …  But for whatever successes my sermons make in your heart,  my boast is in the Lord.


Prosaic Justice

January 13, 2009

Seth Bode signing in, finally. We’ve had a rough go of the internet lately here at Grace, and my laptop’s browser is down. Still hammering that problem out.

So, as you are likely aware, I’m the junior pastor at Grace–almost. I’m actually the pastoral student. They call me “vicar,” which means substitute. Basically, if we were weightlifting, Pastor would be the champ, I would be the spotter. I’d be sixth man off the bench, Pastor would be the starting lineup. I’d be seventh man if you’re playing hockey, twelfth if you’re playing football. Or maybe twelfth if you’re playing basketball, too. Not really. My basketball team won the Sem intramural championship last year, and I always was a starter in football. D-3 college. What.

But anyway, I get a blog, too, just like Pastor. If you want to read cool things you’ll visit the vicar’s site first, then Pastor’s. I’m not even allowed to capitalize “vicar,” btw. That means “by the way.” Oh yeah, and I’ll be using cool acronyms like btw, lol, and, occasionally, omg. That’s “oh my goodness,” heathen.

Actually I’m going to be writing a lot of nonsense, so don’t be surprised if you come to this blog and end up scratching your head. I’ll be brief, pithy, sarcastic, hard-core, nerdy, and downright childish, because that’s who I am. I write my feelings. My pen is my heart, its ink is my blood, its activity is my life. Beautiful, isn’t it?

So that’s my kick-off blog. More tomorrow … if you’re lucky.