Archive: December, 2010

Dec
22
2010

For those new to this blog, it is inspired by the infa­mous words of T.S. Eliot’s poem Lit­tle Gid­ding. The poem ends beau­ti­fully by stating:

We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Eliot became a Chris­t­ian in his late thir­ties and his poetry and plays were infused with his beliefs about faith and how that faith should impact a per­son. This poem which I quote above is obvi­ously about a per­son find­ing a rela­tion­ship with Jesus, and there­fore, “in the end,” find­ing them­selves for the first time.

For me, Eliot’s poetry has a haunt­ing fea­ture about it, because every now and then he states some­thing in a sub­lime and thought­ful man­ner, which makes you…well…think about what he said. As Johan Bergstrom-Allen wrote, “Chris­t­ian artists and writ­ers have often had much to teach Chris­tians about the world around them. They express the mys­ter­ies of faith in a more con­cise and beau­ti­ful way than many tra­di­tional the­olo­gians.” For me, this defines T.S. Eliot as a writer and as a Christian.

Here are some selec­tions from “The Cho­ruses from the Rock” (you can google the title if you would like to read the entire poem); read some of these verses that speak in a prover­bial and pro­found way. In some ways, this selec­tion might remind you of the book of Ecclesiastes–verses that you need to read a cou­ple of times through to under­stand what he is attempt­ing to say. In this sense, you can also think of Jesus speak­ing in para­bles. He wants you to really lis­ten and not just quickly read over the words. He wants you to hear the mes­sage he is try­ing to speak. As the poem ends, a good ques­tion to ask your­self: Who do you think Eliot was refer­ring to as “the Stranger?” Who is this per­son who knows how to ask the best questions?

The end­less cycle of idea and action,

End­less inven­tion, end­less experiment,

Brings knowl­edge of motion, but not of stillness;

Knowl­edge of speech, but not of silence;

Knowl­edge of words, and igno­rance of the Word.

All our knowl­edge brings us nearer to death,

But near­ness to death no nearer to God.

Where is the Life we have lost in living?

Where is the wis­dom we have lost in knowledge?

Where is the knowl­edge we have lost in information?

What life have you, if you have not life together?

There is not life that is not in community,

And no com­mu­nity not lived in praise of GOD.

And now you live dis­persed on rib­bon roads,

And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor

Unless his neigh­bor makes too much disturbance,

But all dash to and fro in motor cars,

Famil­iar with the roads and set­tled nowhere.

Much to cast down, much to build, much to restore

Oh my soul, be pre­pared for the com­ing of the Stranger.

Be pre­pared for him who knows how to ask questions.

There is one who remem­bers the way to your door:

Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

You shall not deny the Stranger.


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Dec
22
2010

Sup­per at Emmaus, Caravaggio

Many years ago, shortly after becom­ing a Chris­t­ian, I came across a remark­able paint­ing by Michelan­gelo Car­avag­gio enti­tled The Sup­per at Emmaus. I was at my school’s library in down­town Chicago—Grant Park was right out­side the win­dow from where I sat. I was flip­ping through a bunch of books that I had grabbed off the shelves. I was just wast­ing time, wait­ing for a class to begin. That day when I caught sight of this paint­ing, it began for me a new way of see­ing Jesus. Imme­di­ately, the paint­ing caught my eye, because it wasn’t your typ­i­cal “reli­gious” work. In fact, it was almost too non-descript, and at first, I didn’t real­ize that it was a paint­ing depict­ing any­thing sacred or reli­gious— it just looked like a paint­ing of a few guys eat­ing together. I’ve only seen this paint­ing in art books, and one day, I hope to ven­ture to the National Gallery in Lon­don and see it up close. I am sure it will then be even more sig­nif­i­cant then when I see it up-close.

Some­thing was spe­cial about this paint­ing, made up of noth­ing more than some oils placed with some thought on the can­vas. As I stood star­ing at it, I real­ized why it held my atten­tion and I rec­og­nized its unique­ness. It was how the char­ac­ters looked. You know what caught my eye? Jesus looks real. Gone is the blond hair and blue eyes. He looks like a real Hebrew guy, olive skin and all. You see, the painter Car­avag­gio did some­thing earth shat­ter­ing in his time as an artist—he painted Jesus like a real per­son; amaz­ingly, he looked human and real-to-life. In fact, very uncom­mon for his time, most of Caravaggio’s mod­els were peas­ants from local vil­lages. Instead of paint­ing the noble and the wealthy as his mod­els for John the Bap­tist or Jesus or any other bib­li­cal char­ac­ter, he was paint­ing the cob­blers, fish­er­men and maid­ens of his day, and there­fore his paint­ings took on a look that was authentic.

With this, in this paint­ing of Caravaggio’s, Jesus looks like a per­son; some­one you could know, the guy next door. He seems approach­able. This is the oper­a­tive word—Jesus in this paint­ing comes off as a per­son. Before this, in the art world—for the artist, Jesus was never a person—He was just “God.” Most of the artists in this period were paint­ing the “majes­tic Christ”—the unap­proach­able Jesus, the one on the throne, the one you needed to sched­ule by appoint­ment. But this is only half the story because Jesus really is a per­son, a friend, a con­fi­dant. In con­trast, with Caravaggio’s paint­ing, you see this “friend” aspect come out onto the can­vas. Jesus is just hang­ing out, eat­ing a meal and shootin’ the breeze. When I saw this paint­ing, this was in my early years in being a Chris­t­ian and this was the Jesus I wanted to get to know. You could get close to him. This is what I wanted. Unlike other reli­gious art I had seen up to that point, it cap­tured Jesus as some­one you would want to get to know. As a con­trast, go look at some of the art work from this period and you will notice that the char­ac­ters are oblong and uncom­fort­able. Let me illus­trate some exam­ples; you might have seen some art depict­ing Jesus like this:

•    Paint­ing No. 1: Baby Jesus is white and his face looks like he’s 59 years old—wrinkled and bald­ing. He wears a smirk, a bap­tismal gown and a bratty look.

•    Paint­ing No. 2: Jesus has his kingly pose, no smile, wea­ried look and it looks as if he might want to think about get­ting a pre­scrip­tion for some Prozac.

Again, these por­tray­als of Jesus’ just don’t seem real. They don’t really tell the story. These paint­ing are depict­ing Jesus as he is not. Car­avag­gio was get­ting into it, paint­ing as if he was there, sit­ting at the very table, and show­ing you some­thing sacred and important.

For us, this is impor­tant, because how we see Jesus can be an impor­tant step in actu­ally know­ing him. If you imag­ine Jesus to be unap­proach­able or dour or aloof, this will obvi­ously impact how you relate to him. The Bible calls this idol­a­try; when we attribute to God some­thing that he is not. This is pre­cisely why read­ing the Bible can be so impor­tant, because in essence, the Bible is over and over attempt­ing to show us who God really is. Because of our cul­ture, our upbring­ing, and what oth­ers tell us (be that our friends or the media), these aspects offer an “image” of God and this often does not line up to what the Scrip­tures say about him. The more and more we can imag­ine (i.e., to sim­ply form a men­tal pic­ture) the real Jesus, the bet­ter we can know him and how he relates to us in our daily lives. When that occurs, things can open up for us in know­ing who God really is.

Here are a cou­ple of verses from the Bible that you can read that per­haps can help you “re-imagine” who God really is:

He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters.
He res­cued me from my pow­er­ful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They con­fronted me in the day of my dis­as­ter, but the LORD was my sup­port.
He brought me out into a spa­cious place;  he res­cued me because he delighted in me.

Psalm 18:16–19

I’ll make a list of God’s gra­cious deal­ings, all the things God has done that need prais­ing, All the gen­er­ous boun­ties of God, his great good­ness to the fam­ily of Israel— Com­pas­sion lav­ished, love extrav­a­gant.

He said, “With­out ques­tion these are my peo­ple, chil­dren who would never betray me.“So he became their Sav­ior. In all their trou­bles, he was trou­bled, too.
He didn’t send some­one else to help them. He did it him­self, in per­son. Out of his own love and pity he redeemed them. He res­cued them and car­ried them along for a long, long time.

Isa­iah 63: 7–9 (The Message)


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Dec
21
2010

Our crit­i­cal day is the not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. I thank him that prays for me when my bell tolls, but I thank him much more who instructs me how to live.

John Donne


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Dec
21
2010

Last night, my son Josiah and I headed over to the golf range to hit some golf balls and just hang out. This has been a tra­di­tion for us for some­time as we both love golf and even at a golf range can find a way to com­pete with one another for fun.

On the drive home, over an ice cream cone from McDonald’s (another more recent tra­di­tion that we prob­a­bly should dis­con­tinue), we just talked and it was another one of those moments that I am pretty sure I will remem­ber for a long time and one that I will cher­ish. We just talked about life in gen­eral: about his friends, about the rest of our sum­mer plans as a fam­ily, a lit­tle bit about his future and the next year. On paper it was an insignif­i­cant cou­ple of hours; in the test of time, it was an eter­nal moment.

As I came into work this morn­ing, Matt Bell, one of our pas­tors came in and told me a great story. A cou­ple of weeks ago, a fourth grade boy from our con­gre­ga­tion had a blood cot in his brain and had to have it sur­gi­cally removed in an emer­gency pro­ce­dure. The doc­tors didn’t think he would be the same boy he was a week ear­lier. The doc­tors had a grim out­look for the fam­ily. At that point, Matt went and vis­ited the fam­ily and tried to offer some com­fort in a dire time.

How things have changed as of today. Matt told me he vis­ited the fam­ily this morn­ing at the hos­pi­tal and voilà, he was speak­ing to the lit­tle boy and now this young boy is in the process of a full-recovery! This morn­ing the father of this lit­tle guy spoke to Matt and con­veyed to him that he is basi­cally in the process of learn­ing this truth — our days are num­bered and we must take full advan­tage of them, espe­cially with those we love. Because of this major chal­lenge for a fam­ily, this father is re-learning in a unique way the impor­tance of being a father. On some level, with the near loss of his son, he is learn­ing to never take his lit­tle life for granted.

This story Matt told me is again remind­ing me of some­thing that God con­tin­ues to ingrain into my life at this time in my life. The thing I am really learn­ing over these last cou­ple of years is the priv­i­lege it is to be a father. Even though there are many chal­lenges in being a par­ent, there are so many things that I have learned in these past fif­teen years. My sons have taught me more than maybe any­one else has — about myself, about oth­ers and most impor­tantly, about my own Father who con­tin­u­ally seeks to care for me.

As many of you know first hand, our chil­dren grow up with a speed which we some­times fail to take into account. As I sit here and write, I still can’t believe my first born, Josiah, will be off to col­lege in three short years, and then two years later, my youngest will do the same. With this fleet­ing aspect of life, it again reminds me how each moment counts, whether it is just hav­ing fun on a golf range in the humid July air or when I am hav­ing a semi-serious con­ver­sa­tion with my son over an ice cream cone.

Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are num­bered—
how fleet­ing my life is.
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire life­time is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”

We are merely mov­ing shad­ows,
and all our busy rush­ing ends in noth­ing.
We heap up wealth,
not know­ing who will spend it.
And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.

Psalm 39: 4–7

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