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2011-11-02T08:08:00.000-07:00

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2011-11-02T07:54:00.001-07:00

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2011-09-19T07:29:00.001-07:00

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photoblog: Mount Hope

2010-10-25T11:25:00.000-07:00

This week instead of finding time to blog, I took some pictures in Mt Hope cemetery. I think the best way to view them is to go to my flickr photostream.

"with the thanksgiving breath"

2010-10-10T18:51:00.000-07:00

O cry created as the bow of sin
Is drawn across our trembling violin.
O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain.
O law drummed out by hearts against the still
Long winter of our intellectual will.
That what has been may never be again.
O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath
Of convalescents on the shores of death.
O bless the freedom that you never chose.
O trumpets that unguarded children blow
About the fortress of their inner foe.
O wear your tribulation like a rose.

This was a verse I heard sung on Friday. It is from a work by Benjamin Britten entitled Hymn to St. Cecilia, and the words are by British poet W. H. Auden. It speaks of that which is beautiful, sorrowful, fragile and strong, intangible and yet resonate. It is poignant in its understanding of fallen humanity. This theme is one common in the arts, and one we would do well to grasp. Or perhaps we all grasp as much of it as we can handle at a given time, and that is enough. For do you not think that in understanding the sorrow of man we can better grasp the depths of the love of God?

Relevantly Irrelevant

2010-09-26T19:37:00.000-07:00

I have been reflecting this week on the importance of titles and names, in particular with regard to blogs. Then I realized that more importantly than just the name, the blog or thing itself must be intriguing. This, I think, is the true challenge of blogging. I have come up with three things that I think make people want to read a blog:

The blog is interesting. Whether because it is strange or quirky or well written or mysterious, it catches interest. Since blogs are read by choice, it makes sense that only the ones that people find interesting enough to want to read will be read.
It is relevant. The reader, consciously or not, most likely desires some benefit from reading. Ideally, it should stimulate thinking in an area the reader thinks is important. Perhaps a blog will even answer questions that the readers have (see below!).
The blog resonates with the reader. There is some point of reference that the reader and writer share. This connection makes the writing easier to read, and the reader (with an open mind) can more readily learn something from it.

Notice that something is lacking in this list. I did not say that the blog says something of value. Interesting does not equal important. Relevant is closer to the mark but resonance could happen with many topics. Isn't this true with much of our life? We get distracted with the interesting things and can't find time for the important things. How wonderful yet rare when all of these things come together!

I want to leave you with a challenge and a question.

The Challenge: Think about the important and interesting things in your life. When are they distinct? Are there things for which both words are equally good descriptors?

The Question: I am searching for things to blog about which are interesting, relevant, resonate with you, and have some value. What would you like me to write about?

Post your answer in the comment space for this post, or email me at cupofsky [at] hotmail . com.

Psalm 77 and a couple of thoughts

2010-09-19T21:02:00.000-07:00

Psalm 77
For the director of music. For Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A psalm.
1 I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.

2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.

3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.

4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak.

5 I thought about the former days,
the years of long ago;

6 I remembered my songs in the night.
My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

The Psalmist is not afraid to ask the hard questions. He openly repeats the doubts that he had:

7 "Will the Lord reject forever?
Will he never show his favor again?

8 Has his unfailing love vanished forever?
Has his promise failed for all time?

9 Has God forgotten to be merciful?
Has he in anger withheld his compassion?"

This marks a shift, and we begin to understand why the psalmist, writing in the past tense, was able to write this whole psalm. The questions and uncertainty are not the whole picture.

10 Then I thought, "To this I will appeal:
the years when the Most High stretched out his right hand.

11 I will remember the deeds of the LORD;
yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.

Now he switches from talking about "the LORD" to a personal "You". This psalm takes him from talking about God to talking to God. This transition was not necessarily automatic - it was the result of intentionally remembering God's constant character and works. This is something from which I am trying to learn.

12 I will consider all your works
and meditate on all your mighty deeds."

"I will". This is intentional prayer.

13 Your ways, God, are holy.
What god is as great as our God?

14 You are the God who performs miracles;
you display your power among the peoples.

15 With your mighty arm you redeemed your people,
the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.

16 The waters saw you, God,
the waters saw you and writhed;
the very depths were convulsed.

17 The clouds poured down water,
the heavens resounded with thunder;
your arrows flashed back and forth.

18 Your thunder was heard in the whirlwind,
your lightning lit up the world;
the earth trembled and quaked.

19 Your path led through the sea,
your way through the mighty waters,
though your footprints were not seen.

20 You led your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Wrapped up in meditating on God's goodness, he describes in joyful detail an event which, although he did not witness it, still shapes his view of God. Is this not how we as Christians should meditate upon all of scripture?

From your experience, do you have any techniques for remembering that you would like to share?

photos

2010-09-12T19:46:00.000-07:00

Today I spent my blogging time uploading photos. If you like you can think of it as a photoblog of my week.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/cupofsky/

2010-08-15T19:04:00.000-07:00

Contentment I

There's a happy cricket in the yard
and clean sheets between which to slip. Now
tired muscles can rest
and mind slide softly
into sleep while the cricket sings
and the spinning earth
brings the quiet coolness of night.

Two recent pictures:

a delightful culinary experiment: tabbouleh made with quinoa

Heron on the Genesee

2010-08-08T19:14:00.000-07:00

This afternoon I (finally) watched the 5th Harry Potter movie. It is an intense struggle against evil, a struggle of trying to find the good worth fighting for. Reflecting on the film, I realized that his very struggle is likely one of the things that makes the film so popular.

Good and evil are very real parts of our world. In a culture full of apathy, there is something very appealing about a group of people who will band together and do something to fight against the evil. In some ways, the imagined evil in the fantasy world of these stories can teach us something about the evil that is already present in our world.

At the end of the movie, Harry quotes Dumbledore (often the voice of wisdom in these stories) , saying

[...] even though we've got a fight ahead of us, we've got one thing that Voldemort doesn't have -- something worth fighting for.

What are they fighting for? Friends and family, peace and laughter, truth? The answer is slightly ambiguous, but the statement is striking nevertheless, if only because it makes the fight of Voldemort seem so futile.

What are we fighting for? The joyful reign and light of Christ to permeate every part of our world, bringing glory to our triune God? That all may know this God of all love, beauty, grace and truth?

I challenge you to consider this question, and let the answer transform the way you live.

a poem

2010-08-01T18:37:00.000-07:00

Here's another poem by Wendell Berry. Between reading his poems and being friends with writers, I've decided I should read more poetry.

A STONE JUG

A bulldozer digging in a pond

on my mother's family's land

unearths two stoneware jugs

buried four feet in the ground,

one broken and one intact.

Who put them there? When? Why?

We suppose, but can't explain.

Those who have come and gone

are gone. How lost to us

they are whose lives passed here

in the sun's beauty and sorrow!

And who in a hundred years

will know us as we are

in our present living and dying

here under the very sun, lost

to the future as to the past?

July Street

2010-07-26T05:38:00.000-07:00

Six a.m. Loud and clear the day begins. A garbage truck sighs loudly, alternately starting and stopping

seven a.m. The roofers arrive and begin work, air compressor lurching on and off, hammers and ladders banging.

eight a.m. Bartok plays on the radio, the accompaniment of the roofers strangely appropriate.

noon. Cicadas buzz high up on leafy branches.

three p.m. The yells and shrieks of children at play are heard through the hot afternoon air

six p.m. As the sun relents, people gather on porches, shouting greetings to passing friends.

eight p.m. A rap beat pulses out of a car as it saunters down the street.

eleven p.m. Friends gather on the neighbor's porch in the cooler night. Conversation and music drift down the street.

five a.m. Dawn. Silence.

And then - a cardinal begins his song, ringing in the stillness, joyfully welcoming a new day.

study

2010-07-12T19:57:00.000-07:00

Monday night seems to be becoming a pattern here... hmm. It's 11 and I should go to bed (so that my lectures are coherent tomorrow), but the neighbors are having a party so maybe I should just stay up and write. It's a good night for a party, I have to admit - a nice cool evening after so many days of heat.

This week my thoughts are more of a confession than anything else. I have been humbled to learn how much my study of the bible has been lacking intentionality and vigor. I have learned how to study physics without really learning how to study the bible. The book "How to Read the Bible for All Its Worth" by Fee and Stuart is teaching me a bit of what it really means to study the bible. Also my friends. Considering I've been a 'student' for something like 17 years now, you would think I'd have caught on sooner to the necessity of this.

I am grateful for what I have learned, and leaning on His grace and strength to change.

the most incredible event

2010-07-05T06:21:00.000-07:00

I've been reading the Message paraphrase, and have been struck anew by certain passages. Paul's argument for the necessity of believing the resurrection in 1 Corinthians 15 is powerful. Even though I claim this to be true (every time I say the creed, for example) Paul's words challenge us to consider how this affects the way we think about and live our lives. I have selected portions of the passage (it is somewhat lengthy) below for you to read and consider as well.

Resurrection

Friends, let me go over the Message with you one final time [...]

The first thing I did was place before you what was placed so emphatically before me: that the Messiah died for our sins, exactly as Scripture tells it; that he was buried; that he was raised from death on the third day, again exactly as Scripture says; that he presented himself alive to Peter, then to his closest followers, and later to more than five hundred of his followers all at the same time, most of them still around (although a few have since died); that he then spent time with James and the rest of those he commissioned to represent him; and that he finally presented himself alive to me. It was fitting that I bring up the rear. I don't deserve to be included in that inner circle, as you well know, having spent all those early years trying my best to stamp God's church right out of existence.

But because God was so gracious, so very generous, here I am. [...]

Now, let me ask you something profound yet troubling. If you became believers because you trusted the proclamation that Christ is alive, risen from the dead, how can you let people say that there is no such thing as a resurrection? If there's no resurrection, there's no living Christ. And face it—if there's no resurrection for Christ, everything we've told you is smoke and mirrors, and everything you've staked your life on is smoke and mirrors. Not only that, but we would be guilty of telling a string of barefaced lies about God, all these affidavits we passed on to you verifying that God raised up Christ—sheer fabrications, if there's no resurrection.

If corpses can't be raised, then Christ wasn't, because he was indeed dead. And if Christ weren't raised, then all you're doing is wandering about in the dark, as lost as ever. It's even worse for those who died hoping in Christ and resurrection, because they're already in their graves. If all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration for a few short years, we're a pretty sorry lot. But the truth is that Christ has been raised up, the first in a long legacy of those who are going to leave the cemeteries.

There is a nice symmetry in this: Death initially came by a man, and resurrection from death came by a man. Everybody dies in Adam; everybody comes alive in Christ. But we have to wait our turn: Christ is first, then those with him at his Coming, the grand consummation when, after crushing the opposition, he hands over his kingdom to God the Father. He won't let up until the last enemy is down—and the very last enemy is death! As the psalmist said, "He laid them low, one and all; he walked all over them." When Scripture says that "he walked all over them," it's obvious that he couldn't at the same time be walked on. When everything and everyone is finally under God's rule, the Son will step down, taking his place with everyone else, showing that God's rule is absolutely comprehensive—a perfect ending!

[...]

And why do you think I keep risking my neck in this dangerous work? I look death in the face practically every day I live. Do you think I'd do this if I wasn't convinced of your resurrection and mine as guaranteed by the resurrected Messiah Jesus? Do you think I was just trying to act heroic when I fought the wild beasts at Ephesus, hoping it wouldn't be the end of me? Not on your life! It's resurrection, resurrection, always resurrection, that undergirds what I do and say, the way I live. If there's no resurrection, "We eat, we drink, the next day we die," and that's all there is to it. But don't fool yourselves. Don't let yourselves be poisoned by this anti-resurrection loose talk. "Bad company ruins good manners."

Think straight. Awaken to the holiness of life. No more playing fast and loose with resurrection facts. Ignorance of God is a luxury you can't afford in times like these. Aren't you embarrassed that you've let this kind of thing go on as long as you have?

Some skeptic is sure to ask, "Show me how resurrection works. Give me a diagram; draw me a picture. What does this 'resurrection body' look like?" If you look at this question closely, you realize how absurd it is. There are no diagrams for this kind of thing. We do have a parallel experience in gardening. You plant a "dead" seed; soon there is a flourishing plant. There is no visual likeness between seed and plant. You could never guess what a tomato would look like by looking at a tomato seed. What we plant in the soil and what grows out of it don't look anything alike. The dead body that we bury in the ground and the resurrection body that comes from it will be dramatically different.

[...]

This image of planting a dead seed and raising a live plant is a mere sketch at best, but perhaps it will help in approaching the mystery of the resurrection body—but only if you keep in mind that when we're raised, we're raised for good, alive forever! The corpse that's planted is no beauty, but when it's raised, it's glorious. Put in the ground weak, it comes up powerful. The seed sown is natural; the seed grown is supernatural—same seed, same body, but what a difference from when it goes down in physical mortality to when it is raised up in spiritual immortality!

[...]

I need to emphasize, friends, that our natural, earthy lives don't in themselves lead us by their very nature into the kingdom of God. Their very "nature" is to die, so how could they "naturally" end up in the Life kingdom?

But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I'll probably never fully understand. We're not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it's over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we'll all be changed. In the resurrection scheme of things, this has to happen: everything perishable taken off the shelves and replaced by the imperishable, this mortal replaced by the immortal. Then the saying will come true:

Death swallowed by triumphant Life!
Who got the last word, oh, Death?
Oh, Death, who's afraid of you now?

It was sin that made death so frightening and law-code guilt that gave sin its leverage, its destructive power. But now in a single victorious stroke of Life, all three—sin, guilt, death—are gone, the gift of our Master, Jesus Christ. Thank God!

With all this going for us, my dear, dear friends, stand your ground. And don't hold back. Throw yourselves into the work of the Master, confident that nothing you do for him is a waste of time or effort.

June Lights

2010-06-25T19:01:00.000-07:00

The weekend was so full I didn't realize until just now that Sunday had come and gone without a post. Here's a poem-in-the-rough I wrote earlier and hoped to revise. Perhaps I still will, but not tonight.

The summer sun has slipped below the horizon
and fragrant dusk darkens the familiar path among the trees
as it bends away from the road
and so my bike wheels propel me forward on the empty road
steadily and nearly silently, I make my way home
before the smooth grey of pavement joins the shadows of the trees.

And then -- an unexpected glimmer --
and before I have time to think I'm seeing things --
another over above the grass

Now I barely see the road ahead
not because of growing darkness
but because of growing expectation of light,
flecks of gold in the dusky green-blue-grey of this place
rising above the ground and vanishing
as quickly as they came.

wordless

2010-06-20T19:13:00.000-07:00

I am wordless so today I will simply post a few recent photos. These were not meant to be artistic shots - simply quick captures of things I enjoyed.

sisters

red paint

growing shadow

the Erie Canal

sunset sketch

Place

2010-06-14T10:26:00.000-07:00

This week I moved into a new apartment –well, really it feels more like a house than “just” an apartment. Both my housemate and I are ridiculously excited about it. So excited that it makes me stop and think. Why? Sure, it is a nice old place with lots of character and even though it may not be in the best neighborhood by some standards we like the location. But why is moving in so important?

My hypothesized answer is that we want to settle. We were excited about moving into our first apartment last year, but we knew that it would most likely be temporary. Now we can hope that we won’t have to move in a year, as both of us have been doing since we left our parents’ homes for college. Settling means putting down some roots, doing things well now as small investments – hanging curtains with care, planning for a garden – hoping we will be here for a while to enjoy them.

Settling means security, in the wisdom of the world. I am again reminded of the challenging words of Jesus “the Son of Many has no place to lay his head”, and continue in my struggle to understand what it means to follow Christ here and now. It seems to me that we must be willing to loosen our grasp on the gift of place even as we treasure it, knowing our hearts truly long for another home (eg Heb 11). In our fervor of settling in here, I pray that we may avoid the temptation to comfortableness and apathy, and learn rather the art of contentment and generosity.

summer rain

2010-06-06T05:38:00.000-07:00

It is a rainy day. This is unfortunate because it is also our moving day. Usually, however, I like the rain, especially during the warmer months. I am reading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and I liked this passage so much I thought I'd share. It takes place on an island in the Mississippi, where Huck and Jim are hiding, and staying in a cave high up on the island.

We spread the blankets inside for a carpet, and eat our dinner in there. [...] Pretty soon it darkened up and begun to thunder and lighten; so the birds was right about it. Directly it begun to rain, and it rained like all fury, too, and I never see the wind blow so. It was one of these regular summer storms. It would get so dark that it looked all blue-black outside, and lovely; and the rain would thrash along by so thick that the trees off a little ways looked dim and spider-webby; and here would come a blast of wind that would bend the trees down and turn up the pale underside of the leaves; and then a perfect ripper of a gust would follow along and set the branches to tossing their arms as if they was just wild; and next, when it was just about the bluest and blackest --fst! it was as bright as glory and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about, away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down stairs, where it's long stairs and they bounce a good deal, you know.

death for freedom

2010-05-30T14:48:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is Memorial Day in the US. I did some wiki research and noted a couple interesting things about the day:

The first people to celebrate the day were "formerly enslaved" people immediately following the Civil War, on May 1, 1865. The date was later changed to May 30.
In 1971, the holiday was moved to the last Monday in May, a change that is still resisted by many veterans, who argue that "this has contributed a lot to the general public's nonchalant observance of Memorial Day"

Remembering is something many people these days would rather not spend time doing. I myself confess to this tendency. Yet it is an important part of our culture and identity, and should shape who we are today. It seems we should strive to remember well.

Today is Sunday. There are many similarities between this day and Memorial Day. This day is for remembering and celebrating Christ's death which brought life. We are the formerly enslaved people. This day is also one that people often celebrate nonchalantly. How are you actively remembering Christ's work today?

But Sunday is different from Memorial Day. Sunday ultimately celebrates life and defeat of death, for Christ did not stay dead! As the bible joyfully cries:

"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"

Will you joyfully remember with me today?

away...

2010-05-26T07:15:00.000-07:00

You may or may not have noticed, but I didn't post this weekend. I am fine :) but was away for the weekend. For today I found a good Heisenberg quotation to make you think:

We have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself but nature exposed to our method of questioning.

Art for God's Sake (Part II)

2010-05-15T21:00:00.000-07:00

A theology of Art

Ultimately our standards for art should come from our understanding of God. As Ryken writes,

What we believe about art is based on what we believe about God. Art is what it is because God is who he is.

He emphasizes that because of the character of God, we should seek, in our artistic endevours, to make things that are good, true, and beautiful. In addition to this, our goal is to give him glory.

Since God is so infinitely beautiful, all our art is rightly dedicated to his glory. What comes from him should return to his praise.

Ryken also points to passages of scripture which speak more specifically about art as a vocation, or career. He spends a good deal of time discussing Exodus 31, where God gives detailed instructions about how the tabernacle is to be made, and appoints and gifts two specific men for overseeing this task.

One thing to be learned from this passage, for instance, is that we should not think "that certain forms of art are more godly than others", such as (in the visual arts) representational or symbolic art versus abstract or even non-representational art. He points out that the art of the temple included all of these kinds of art.

Finally, he addresses the theology of the crucifixion. How do we deal with the ugliness of the cross?

“The cross screams against all the sensibilities of his divine aesthetic. God did this because it was the only way that he could save us. […] In order to save his lost creation, God sent his Son right into all the absurdity and alienation.

For all eternity the body of Jesus will bear reminders of the suffering he endured for sin – now transformed into glorious beauty…

With an understanding of God’s beauty and love of beauty comes a deeper appreciation of both the sacrifice of the cross (and thus his love for us!) and the artistry of salvation.

A vision for “Christian” art

Because of God's character, art by Christians should be similarly good, true, and beautiful. This is the opposite of it being superficial or naïve. Ryken explains:

Modern and postmodern art often claim to tell the truth about the pain and absurdity of human existence, but that is only part of the story. The Christian approach to the human condition is more complete, and for that reason more hopeful (and ultimately more truthful). Christian artists celebrate the essential goodness of the world that God has made, being true to what is there. Such a celebration is not a form of naïve idealism, but of healthy realism. At the same time, Christian artists also lament the ugly intrusion of evil into a world that is warped by sin, mourning the lost beauties of a fallen paradise. When truly Christian art portrays the sufferings of fallen humanity, it always does so with a tragic sensibility […] There is a sense not only of what we are, but also of what we were: creatures made to be like God.

Finally, Christian art can reflect the redemptive nature of God's work with humanity. I think this is a beautiful vision art. As Ryken states,

Even better, there is a sense of what we can become. Christian art is redemptive […].

Art for God's Sake (Part I)

2010-05-09T11:58:00.000-07:00

A dear friend has graciously lent me a book entitled Art for God's Sake, by Philip Graham Ryken. It is a short book which briefly discusses some of the theology of why Christians value and create art. It was helpful to think about how the close ties between human art and very character of God. It also provides a vision for the possibilities of art made by followers of Christ.

As I wrote this post, I found myself writing in three categories: A Call to the Church, A Theology of Art, and A Vision for "Christian" Art. I have decided to post the first topic today, and the other two next week.

A Call to the Church
This book is clearly addressed to those in the church. Although Ryken reveals himself to be more of a theologian than an artist, his intent to build up the church is clear, and I think it is worth listening to what he has to say.

Ryken first addresses why the church in general has been skeptical of, and even at times rejected, the arts. I found the following to be a good insight:

More recently, many Christians have objected to art on the grounds that it is dominated by an anti-Christian view of the world. They rightly perceive that over the last century or more many artists, writers, and musicians have become increasingly cynical about the possibility of knowing truth. [...] Art has also suffered a tragic loss of sacred beauty, as many modern and postmodern artists have been attracted instead to absurdity, irrationality, and even cruelty. [...] a good deal of contemporary art is the art of alienation, which, if it is true at all, is true only about the disorder of a world damaged by our depravity. God can use transgressive art to awaken the conscience and arouse a desire for a better world. But as a general rule, such artwork does not reveal the redemptive possibilities of a world that, although fallen, has been visited by God and is destined for his glory.

The church must acknowledge this, but not assume that the art of followers of Christ must be like this. The implication is that there is hope - yes, even need- for art. We must develop and embrace a vision for Christian art.

Ryken also points out the need for Christians to value good art, warning us of some of the grievous consequences when we don't.

All too often we settle for something that is functional, but not beautiful. [...] Ultimately this kind of art dishonors God because it is not in keeping with the truth and beauty of his character. It also undermines the church's gospel message of salvation in Christ. [...] Furthermore, when we settle for trivial expressions of the truth in worship and art, we ourselves are diminished, as we suffer a loss of transcendence.

Whether we acknowledge it or not, art is a part of our churches and our lives. The question is, does it reflect who God is and bring glory to him? We must be thoughtful and careful with our art, striving for excellence and for art that comes out of a true understanding of who God is and his workings in our world. This is something I think is too often excused: we do not feel comfortable excusing our ignorance about God – why would we with art? Ryken cautions:

The problem with some modern and postmodern art is that it seeks to offer truth at the expense of beauty. It tells the truth only about ugliness and alienation, leaving out the beauty of creation and redemption. A good deal of so-called Christian art tends to have the opposite problem. It tries to show beauty without admitting the truth about sin, and to that extent it is false. Think of all the bright, sentimental landscapes that portray an ideal world unaffected by the Fall, or the light, cheery melodies that characterize the Christian life as one of undiminished happiness. Such a world may be nice to imagine, but it is not the world God sent his Son to save.

As a church we must be more intentional with respect to the arts. Next week I will write on a more hopeful note, about a better theology of and vision for Christian art.

has praying gone out of style? (or was it every in style?)

2010-05-02T19:09:00.000-07:00

I have a quantum exam tomorrow but I have started a new book this week so I think I will briefly quote from that. The book is called Praying and it is co-authored by Packer and Nystrom. This section, however, is a quotation from "A Call to Prayer" by John Charles Ryle (1852). Here are a few excerpts which struck me:

Have you forgotten that it is not fashionable to pray? It is one of the things that many would be rather ashamed to own....

Praying and sinning will never live together in the same heart. Prayer will consume sin, or sin will choke prayer. I cannot forget this. I look at men's lives. I believe that few pray.

Brethren who pray, if I know anything of a Christian's heart, you are often sick of your own prayers... The devil has special wrath against us when he sees us on our knees...

... Whatever else you make a business of, make a business of prayer.

Tell me what a man's prayers are, and I will soon tell you the state of his soul. Prayer is the spiritual pulse... Oh, let us keep an eye continually upon our private devotions.

2010-04-25T17:08:00.000-07:00

I'm not really sure what to write today... I don't really have the intellectual energy to make an argument for something or even an interesting observation. However, I finally remembered to bring my camera to school so here are a few photos. Today was a different kind of beauty with it's rainy wet greenness, but both kinds of days have reminded me how much I am thankful for spring!

I think I'll also share with you a verse I read earlier in the week that has been on my mind quite a bit:

"Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy."
Ezekiel 16:49

Unmaking makes the world

2010-04-18T20:43:00.000-07:00

I feel the need to rest, so I turn to one who is better at resting - and writing- than I, and share with you a poem by Wendell Berry. I feel as though I have been in this place (in the poem), and hope to return again some Sabbath soon.

The year relents, and free
Of work, I climb again
To where the old trees wait,
Time out of mind. I hear
Traffic down on the road,
engines high overhead.
And then a quiet comes,
A cleft in time, silence
Of metal moved by fire;
the air holds little voices,
Titmice and chickadees,
Feeding through the treetops
Among the new small leaves,
calling again to mind
The grace of circumstance,
Sabbath economy
In which all thought is song,
All labor is a dance.
The world is made at rest,
In ease of gravity.
I hear the ancient theme
In low world-shaping song
Sung by the falling stream.
here where a rotting log
Has slowed the flow: a shelf
Of dark soil, level laid
Above the bumbled stone.
Roots fasten it in place.It will be here a while;
What holds it here decays.
A richness from above,
Brought down, is held, and holds
A little while in flow.
Stem and leaf grow from it.
At cost of death, it has
A life. Thus falling founds,
Unmaking makes the world.