Thursday, September 20, 2007

N. T. & Church


This past May I wrote and posted a few entries about the church. Recently, I have been reading “Simply Christian,” a book by N. T. Wright, and yeah, he wrote about the church too – surprisingly enough. I really thought what he wrote was fairly brilliant and much better than what I wrote. It’s just so fantastic that I thought I would share it.

“I use the word ‘church’ here with a somewhat heavy heart. I know that for many of my readers that very word will carry the overtones of large, dark buildings, pompous religious pronouncements, false solemnity, and rank hypocrisy. But there is not easy alternative. I, too, feel the weight of that negative image. I battle with it professionally all the time.

“But there is another side to it, a side which shows all the signs of the wind and fire . . . . For many, ‘church’ means just the opposite of that negative image. It’s a place of welcome and laughter, of healing and hope, of friends and family and justice and new life. It’s where the homeless drop in for a bowl of soup and the elderly stop by for a chat. It’s where one group is working to help drug addicts and another is campaigning for global justice. It’s where you’ll find people learning to pray, coming to faith, struggling with temptation, finding new purpose, and getting in touch with a new power to carry that purpose out. It’s where people bring their own small faith and discover, in getting together with others to worship the one true God, that the whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts. No church is like this all the time. But a remarkable number of churches are partly like that for quite a lot of the time.

“Nor must we forget that it was the church in South Africa which worked and prayed and suffered and struggled so that, when a major change happened and apartheid was overthrown and a new freedom came to that land, it came without the massive bloodshed we were all expecting. It was the church which stayed alive at the heart of the old Communist eastern Europe, and which at the end, with processions of candles and crosses, made it clear that enough and enough. It is the church which, despite all its follies and failings, is there when it counts in hospitals, schools, prisons, and many other places. I would rather rehabilitate the word ‘church’ than beat about the bush with long-winded phrases like ‘the family of God’s people’ or ‘all those who believe in and follow Jesus’ or ‘the company of those who, in the power of the Spirit, are bringing God’s new creation to birth.’ But I mean all those things when I say ‘church.’”

Real, Live, Spaceships

Thursday, September 13, 2007

W. W. N. T. D.

I’ve been reading the book Simply Christian by N.T. Wright. While it would be fairly great to really dig into a book by N.T. Wright, I just wanted to point out a sentence or two for the moment. I was out at a coffee place last night when I read this. I have to say I laughed out loud, which is a bit unusual when reading Wright. Maybe not. Maybe some would say ol’ N.T. is hilarious enough to host a talk show.

But this is what I read: “Watching Richter play the piano or Tiger Woods hit a golf ball doesn’t inspire me to go out and copy them. It makes me realize that I can’t come close and never will.”

I don’t know who Richter is but it really doesn’t matter too much when you put it in the context that our friend Mr. Wright is talking about here. He’s talking about how disheartened a person could get by observing the example of Jesus. Jesus demonstrated what a life of complete love and devotion to God and to other people would look like, but N.T. Wright makes the point of saying that our primary need as a part of humanity is not to see this exemplary life so that we could try and copy it. It’s about “the finding, the saving, the giving of new life – in Jesus.”

So, there is a certain comfort in knowing that “I can’t come close and never will.” But I am not about to start a bracelet campaign or anything like that . . . I. C. C. C. A. N. W. W. W. .J. D.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Duplex

I have just moved. Last month actually. I moved from a one hundred year old house in Kansas City which I shared with four other people to the upstairs of a duplex in small town Washington state – Ellensburg, where I went to college. The duplex I moved into was built in the fifties or something like that. It appears to have the original carpet. It has carpet in the kitchen too but thankfully not in the bathroom. It has those huge windows that stretch from floor to ceiling in the living room. Every afternoon the sun pours in making everything very hot. I don’t mind though. I like to stand in front of these huge windows, often with a drink in hand, my whole self plainly visible to anyone who may pass by. When I hold a drink in my hand I feel like I am a very powerful person. I don’t know why but when I do this I like to pretend I am a CEO of a hugely successful company surveying his empire or that I am the commander of a large fleet of ships, maybe they are spaceships, I don’t know but I can observe my battalion from where I stand on the bridge. This is my domain. This is my new house . . . duplex I mean.