HeIsSailing over at heissailing.edublogs.org posted this video, asking for responses. Since my response turned out so long, I'm posting it here. For those of you who don't mind a little controversy, here's the video, a presentation by Richard Dawkins (author of The God Delusion):
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Monday, 26 March 2007
Wednesday, 21 March 2007
Beauty
I wandered over to 3dhippo.com to have a peek at the latest developments in that quarter (okay, I admit I check it eagerly twice a day to see if the Busy Ones have posted any new thinkings!) and it turns out Janelle has posted some new thoughts on beauty in different cultures. Lovely and refreshing!
It made me think of God's idea of beauty. After all, he is the standard.
Do you know what God does when he creates beauty? He covers it up!
Where does gold come from? Underneath heaps and heaps of ugly gray rock. Flowers come from seeds that have been covered over in mud, and they grow even more beautiful if that mud has been fertilized with poop!
In the book of Exodus, God describes to Moses his plan for the tabernacle, a sort of portable temple in the centre of their encampment that he would inhabit. When the Israelites moved to a new place, they packed up the tabernacle and God moved with them. Imagine living in the next tent to God! The tabernacle was made of beautiful acacia wood beams in silver sockets draped with hangings of blue, purple, and scarlet linen. It was filled with gold. God even told Moses which craftsmen and designers to appoint. The tabernacle itself must have been beautiful, but that wasn't all. God asked Moses to make a heavy partition, behind which the altar stood, and where God would place his own glory. The high priest could enter that place, the Holy of Holies, once a year to make a sacrifice for the people. If anyone entered and witnessed the glory of God, it would kill them. Our eyes are too weak for such beauty.
Then God asked a strange thing, by human calculations. He asked Moses to cover up that beautiful tabernacle with coverings of goat's hair, ram skins, and badger skins.
If that tabernacle had been built by us, could we have resisted putting at least a little of the gold on the outside? (Well, fake gold, in case some crooked folk took a notion to start lifting "souvenirs".) There would definitely have been clear vinyl windows into the Holy of Holies so the tour groups could all have a peek. We'd have needed several acres for parking, with a big neon "tabernacle" sign that could have been seen for miles. Of course, you could have just gone to the full-scale replica complete with fake glory in Vegas...
In Psalm 45:13 the king's daughter is "all glorious WITHIN". This is why God says in I Peter 3:4, "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as [elaborate] hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight."
The greatest beauty this world, or any world for that matter, has ever known is the glory of heaven's Light, the Christ. But when God revealed himself in Jesus, he put away the silver trumpets, the streaming banners, the dazzling splendours of heaven. He came to us covered, as a man. Not a handsome man, or a strong man. Seven hundred years before Jesus came, Isaiah wrote what he would be like: "...and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him".
That's what God calls beautiful. Not what you might expect, but then, as I am learning, God himself is not what you might expect.
It made me think of God's idea of beauty. After all, he is the standard.
Do you know what God does when he creates beauty? He covers it up!
Where does gold come from? Underneath heaps and heaps of ugly gray rock. Flowers come from seeds that have been covered over in mud, and they grow even more beautiful if that mud has been fertilized with poop!
In the book of Exodus, God describes to Moses his plan for the tabernacle, a sort of portable temple in the centre of their encampment that he would inhabit. When the Israelites moved to a new place, they packed up the tabernacle and God moved with them. Imagine living in the next tent to God! The tabernacle was made of beautiful acacia wood beams in silver sockets draped with hangings of blue, purple, and scarlet linen. It was filled with gold. God even told Moses which craftsmen and designers to appoint. The tabernacle itself must have been beautiful, but that wasn't all. God asked Moses to make a heavy partition, behind which the altar stood, and where God would place his own glory. The high priest could enter that place, the Holy of Holies, once a year to make a sacrifice for the people. If anyone entered and witnessed the glory of God, it would kill them. Our eyes are too weak for such beauty.
Then God asked a strange thing, by human calculations. He asked Moses to cover up that beautiful tabernacle with coverings of goat's hair, ram skins, and badger skins.
If that tabernacle had been built by us, could we have resisted putting at least a little of the gold on the outside? (Well, fake gold, in case some crooked folk took a notion to start lifting "souvenirs".) There would definitely have been clear vinyl windows into the Holy of Holies so the tour groups could all have a peek. We'd have needed several acres for parking, with a big neon "tabernacle" sign that could have been seen for miles. Of course, you could have just gone to the full-scale replica complete with fake glory in Vegas...
In Psalm 45:13 the king's daughter is "all glorious WITHIN". This is why God says in I Peter 3:4, "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as [elaborate] hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight."
The greatest beauty this world, or any world for that matter, has ever known is the glory of heaven's Light, the Christ. But when God revealed himself in Jesus, he put away the silver trumpets, the streaming banners, the dazzling splendours of heaven. He came to us covered, as a man. Not a handsome man, or a strong man. Seven hundred years before Jesus came, Isaiah wrote what he would be like: "...and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him".
That's what God calls beautiful. Not what you might expect, but then, as I am learning, God himself is not what you might expect.
Monday, 19 March 2007
Holiness
I watched John Piper's "A Generation Passionate for God's Holiness" on Google Video tonight. As a rule, I steer way clear of the usual "generation, rise up!" hype because it is so often made up of emotional propaganda rather than substance. I gave this video a go because it made Google's "movers and shakers" list, which I thought was quite a feat, and Piper proceeded to prove me very happily wrong! I tried to upload it here, but the file was too big. If anyone has a chance to watch it, do! Here's the link:
http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-3094470137421213891
I have to admit I've been slogging my way through a quagmire of selfishness, laziness, and personal chaos lately. I've been dull, struggling to remember what I've seen in moments of clarity, but coming up numb. John Piper made me homesick with his descriptions of the Holy God who has, at times, shown himself to me in gasping loveliness and rich, humming vibrance. I miss him.
Piper laments the fact that our generation knows so little even of what holiness is, and hence our sense of who God is, is skewed and warped. We see God as having a higher position than us, but not as being infinitely higher in essence. We see him as a human with superpowers. True. We look at God as a king - when the kings of our world have toppled, one and all, and the few figureheads that remain are so impotent and ridiculous - is it any wonder that our poor, ineffective idea of God has been revealed as a humbug? No, God is no king in mere position as are the kings of earth; rather, he is higher than us in his very essence as that thing in nature is that we bow before in our deep heart's core whether we want to or not. If we only admit it, all but the most depraved of human beings has a sense of the very wonderful and vast and deep and terrible when we experience the natural world. The most intelligent and sensitive to the dullest, least-educated among us are alike struck in our souls at that "something" in nature that asserts itself as superior to us - better, higher, more pure in its very essence.
This is the holy God, the Creator.
Because we are so dulled to even the idea of holiness, our understanding of God and his purposes is dim. Piper apologizes for his generation, who has left to the world no clue that the gospel - the "good news" of Jesus Christ's death on the cross and his triumph over sin and death is NOT ABOUT US. Shocking, that! We have indeed been told, and patted ourselves smugly in believing, that God just loved us so much that he HAD to sacrifice his Son for us - even that he FELL in love with dear old us!
The death of the Lord Jesus was an act of obedience and love to his Father - God. God gave his own beloved Son in love to a world that had already rejected him because he seeks glory and worship for the Christ! The Holy Spirit is gathering those worshippers even now, one by one, out of love for the Holy God and to the glory of the Son. God punished his Son for my sin because of who HE is, not because of who I am.
Who is he?
He is Love. Holy, pure, high, beautiful. Worthy, alone, of glory and honour and wealth and power and praise. When the paper hangings of time are torn apart by the richness of reality, then we will see for ourselves that God is not merely higher, but in himself, the perfection of Love. At that time, reality will come rushing upon us as a flood, and choice will disintegrate in the clearness of the Light, and every knee in heaven and under heaven will bow in acknowledgement of who he is - the God who is Holy.
He is the One that you long for, underneath the petty "wants" that stretch across that aching void in your soul like a piece of plywood across a gaping cavern. Your need of him is that cavern, which threatens to swallow you up in the cold, secret, desperate moments when you wrap yourself in the inadequacy of thoughts full of popular opinion and fevered self-determinism. He knows you deeply, and loves you not because you are lovely, but because he is Love. He loves you with all your chaos and selfishness, because He is Love, and Love is the highest that there is.
What a loss, that we who know him, know him so little! What are we telling our generation about God? What is he, to us? If we but catch a glimpse of the Holy One who sits upon the throne; whose train filled the temple; whose glory fills the whole earth - we will lay our hearts and our lives down at his feet, and cry with the angels before him, "Holy, holy, holy!"
http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-3094470137421213891
I have to admit I've been slogging my way through a quagmire of selfishness, laziness, and personal chaos lately. I've been dull, struggling to remember what I've seen in moments of clarity, but coming up numb. John Piper made me homesick with his descriptions of the Holy God who has, at times, shown himself to me in gasping loveliness and rich, humming vibrance. I miss him.
Piper laments the fact that our generation knows so little even of what holiness is, and hence our sense of who God is, is skewed and warped. We see God as having a higher position than us, but not as being infinitely higher in essence. We see him as a human with superpowers. True. We look at God as a king - when the kings of our world have toppled, one and all, and the few figureheads that remain are so impotent and ridiculous - is it any wonder that our poor, ineffective idea of God has been revealed as a humbug? No, God is no king in mere position as are the kings of earth; rather, he is higher than us in his very essence as that thing in nature is that we bow before in our deep heart's core whether we want to or not. If we only admit it, all but the most depraved of human beings has a sense of the very wonderful and vast and deep and terrible when we experience the natural world. The most intelligent and sensitive to the dullest, least-educated among us are alike struck in our souls at that "something" in nature that asserts itself as superior to us - better, higher, more pure in its very essence.
This is the holy God, the Creator.
Because we are so dulled to even the idea of holiness, our understanding of God and his purposes is dim. Piper apologizes for his generation, who has left to the world no clue that the gospel - the "good news" of Jesus Christ's death on the cross and his triumph over sin and death is NOT ABOUT US. Shocking, that! We have indeed been told, and patted ourselves smugly in believing, that God just loved us so much that he HAD to sacrifice his Son for us - even that he FELL in love with dear old us!
The death of the Lord Jesus was an act of obedience and love to his Father - God. God gave his own beloved Son in love to a world that had already rejected him because he seeks glory and worship for the Christ! The Holy Spirit is gathering those worshippers even now, one by one, out of love for the Holy God and to the glory of the Son. God punished his Son for my sin because of who HE is, not because of who I am.
Who is he?
He is Love. Holy, pure, high, beautiful. Worthy, alone, of glory and honour and wealth and power and praise. When the paper hangings of time are torn apart by the richness of reality, then we will see for ourselves that God is not merely higher, but in himself, the perfection of Love. At that time, reality will come rushing upon us as a flood, and choice will disintegrate in the clearness of the Light, and every knee in heaven and under heaven will bow in acknowledgement of who he is - the God who is Holy.
He is the One that you long for, underneath the petty "wants" that stretch across that aching void in your soul like a piece of plywood across a gaping cavern. Your need of him is that cavern, which threatens to swallow you up in the cold, secret, desperate moments when you wrap yourself in the inadequacy of thoughts full of popular opinion and fevered self-determinism. He knows you deeply, and loves you not because you are lovely, but because he is Love. He loves you with all your chaos and selfishness, because He is Love, and Love is the highest that there is.
What a loss, that we who know him, know him so little! What are we telling our generation about God? What is he, to us? If we but catch a glimpse of the Holy One who sits upon the throne; whose train filled the temple; whose glory fills the whole earth - we will lay our hearts and our lives down at his feet, and cry with the angels before him, "Holy, holy, holy!"
Monday, 5 March 2007
Jesus
Your name is as ointment poured forth...
Song of Solomon 1:3
But I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go.
Song of Solomon 3:4
In this tired, dimming old world, give me one word to speak - Jesus. Let my life fade and wither, but let it say at the last that Jesus alone is enough. He alone is worthy of my whole heart, my whole mind, my whole soul. He is light. He is love. Warmth. Depth. Kindness. Austerity. Cold, deep ocean-ness. A crackling flame in the vast, howling wilderness. He is altogether lovely, and he alone fills full the aching, gasping void in my heart. He never fails.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend.
Song of Solomon 5:16
Song of Solomon 1:3
But I found him whom my soul loves: I held him, and would not let him go.
Song of Solomon 3:4
In this tired, dimming old world, give me one word to speak - Jesus. Let my life fade and wither, but let it say at the last that Jesus alone is enough. He alone is worthy of my whole heart, my whole mind, my whole soul. He is light. He is love. Warmth. Depth. Kindness. Austerity. Cold, deep ocean-ness. A crackling flame in the vast, howling wilderness. He is altogether lovely, and he alone fills full the aching, gasping void in my heart. He never fails.
This is my beloved, and this is my friend.
Song of Solomon 5:16
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