Friday, March 31, 2023
But is it possible?
Judging the past by the … present of course!
O for a heart to praise my God
A perfect heart the Redeemer’s throne.
O FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free ;—
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me :—
2 A heart resign’d, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,—
Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 O for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within:—
4 A heart in every thought renew‘d.
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart.—
Thy new, best name of Love
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Early persecution
A true philosopher?
Why study theology?
<idle musing>
I was interacting via text message yesterday with someone about some theology, and this quotation came to mind. I had Kinlaw for Old Testament theology (among other classes with him) in the summer of 1983. He would say things like this all the time. His stated goal was that every pastor would be a theologian and every theologian would be a soul-winner.
He modeled that in his teaching. I took every class he offered in those two semesters when he taught at Asbury Seminary after resigning from the presidency of Asbury College. A few of us even coralled him into teaching an independent study of Aramaic one semester and Syriac the next.
</idle musing>
Love divine, all loves excelling
The new creation
1 Love divine, all loves excelling,
joy of heav’n, to earth come down,
fix in us thy humble dwelling,
all thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
pure, unbounded love thou art.
Visit us with thy salvation;
enter ev'ry trembling heart.
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
into ev’ry troubled breast.
Let us all in thee inherit,
let us find the promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be.
End of faith, as its beginning,
set our hearts at liberty.
3 Come, Almighty, to deliver,
let us all thy life receive.
Suddenly return, and never,
nevermore thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
serve thee as thy hosts above,
pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
glory in thy perfect love.
4 Finish, then, thy new creation;
true and spotless let us be.
Let us see thy great salvation
perfectly restored in thee.
Changed from glory into glory,
till in heav’n we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love and praise.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
One of the best hymns ever written, in my opinion. And a lot of others seem to agree—according to hymnary.org it's in 1808 hymnals! That's a lot of hymnals! And, as far as I can tell, that's just the English ones; it's been translated into other languages, too.
</idle musing>
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
But without faith, if's just nonsense
<idle musing>
Indeed! And nothing has changed in the last two thousand years. We still need to come in faith in order to understand. If not, then it all appears as foolishness, just as it did back in the first and second centuries.
</idle musing>
It's in the living
Lead me forth!
The land of rest.
THY loving Spirit, Lord, alone,
Can lead me forth, and make me free;
The bondage break in which I groan,
And set my heart at liberty.
2 Now let thy Spirit bring me in,
And give thy servant to possess
The land of rest from inbred sin,—
The land of perfect holiness.
3 Lord, I believe thy power the same;
The same thy truth and grace endure;
And in thy blessed hands I am,
And trust thee for it perfect cure.
4 Come, Saviour, come, and make me whole;
Entirely all my sins remove;
To perfect health restore my soul,—
To perfect holiness and love.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Irreducibly complex
Sure, they might exist, but so what?
Tozer for a Tuesday
The divine rest
The believer’s rest.
LORD, I believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone:
2 A rest where all our soul’s desire
Is fix’d on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3 O that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in:
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
4 Remove this hardness from my heart;
This unbelief remove :
To me the rest of faith impart,—
The Sabbath of thy love.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
This marvelous hymn is based on the rest mentioned in Hebrews 3 and 4, which is intended to be experienced in this life, not just in the coming one. That was the driving force behind the Methodist Revival—heart holiness, a rest in the finished work of God. It wasn't a legalistic set of rules to follow—no whitewashed tomb for the Wesley brothers, they had already tried that—but a heart washed clean and made anew by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Coupled with that was their belief that a person should feel/experience the witness of the Spirit that they were a child of God. They were sure (as am I) that you cannot encounter the living God and not come away knowing it and having been changed.
Hmynary.org adds a fifth verse that is also worthwhile:
5 I would be Thine, Thou know'st I would,</idle musing>
And have Thee all my own;
Thee, O my all-sufficient Good!
I want, and Thee alone.
Monday, March 27, 2023
Justin Martyr's turn
Yes, there is a hierarchical order, but…
<idle musing>
Perhaps because it is intended to be difficult? The point, after all, is to advance the kingdom of God, not the hierarchy of leaders. Christ is the leader, the ruler, the potentate, the king. The rest are simply to advance his will. After all, isn't he the one who said that the first would be last? Didn't he also say that the one who would be a leader must be the servant?
That kinda turns all the human hierarchies on their heads.
Just an
</idle musing>
I know that my Redeemer live, and ever prays for me
The good pleasure of his will.
I KNOW that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me:
A token of his love he gives,—
A pledge of liberty.
2 I find him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
His presence makes me free indeed,
And he will soon appear.
3 He wills that I should holy he!
What can withstand his will?
The counsel of his grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.
4 Jesus, I hang upon thy Word ;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord,
And to thyself receive.
5 When God is mine, and I am his,
Of paradise possess’d,
I taste unutterabie bliss,
And everlasting rest.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Sunday, March 26, 2023
O how shall a sinner perform?
Thy vows are upon me, O God.
O HOW shall a sinner perform
The vows he hath vow’d to the Lord?
A sinful and impotent worm,
How can I be true to my word?
I tremble at what I have done:
O send me thy help from above:
The power of thy Spirit make known
The virtue of Jesus’s love.
2 My solemn engagements are vain;
My promises empty as air;
My vows, I shall break them again,
And plunge in eternal despair:
Unless my omnipotent God
The sense of his goodness impart,
And shed, by his Spirit, abroad
The love of himself in my heart.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Nope, not stasis!
You are very close to the truth, Luke might reply, but, alas, sit on the wrong side of it. The Christians do in fact bring the possibility of disorder, but such disorder is not the same thing as stasis. In fact, Paul was accused of this very crime—and declared innocent.
The second feature of Luke’s view of church is thus his negation of a particular way of interpreting the cultural disorder brought by Christianity’s arrival. Over the course of a long stretch of the end of Acts (24:1—26:32), Luke tells of Paul's trial for stasis. This trial is the narrative culmination of a long series of occasions when the Christians have been brought before local authorities and accused of disruption. In this particular case, Paul’s opponents have a good argument, at least prima facie. Paul has incited a riotous crowd in the capital of Judea—in Roman eyes, one of the more incendiary provinces of the ancient world—and drawn the attention of the local tribune Claudius Lysias (Acts 21:27-23:35). Upon learning that Paul is a Roman citizen and dealing with a plot to take his life, Lysias does the most politically careful thing he can and sends Paul under protective escort to Judea’s governor in Caesarea for trial.—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 137
<idle musing>
And again, he is found innocent. Yes, Paul and the Christian message bring disruption to the local order, but that disruption is a good disruption, not stasis. The same arguments are brought against the early Christians repeatedly. Tertullian, around 200, has to defend the Christians against the same charges. He doesn't deny that the Christian message is disruptive—it plainly is—but instead argues that Christians make the best citizens because they pray for the empire and don't cause stasis.
Would that the same were true of Christians today!
</idle musing>
Friday, March 24, 2023
On trial—again!
Stasis!
<idle musing>
He develops these ideas of the accusation of stasis ("rebellion, sedition") much more in his previous book, World Upside Down, which is definitely worth your time reading. I excerpted from it a few years back; you can search for it to see them.
</idle musing>
And can it be?
No condemnation to them that are in Christ Jesus.
AND can it be that I should gain
An int’rest in the Saviour’s blood?
Died he for me, who caused his pain?
For me, who him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be,
That thou, my Lord, shouldst die for me?
2 ’Tis myst’ry all,—the’ Immortal dies
Who can explore his strange design?
In vain the first-born seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine;
’Tis mercy all! let earth adore:
Let angel minds inquire no more.
3 He left his Father’s throne above;
(So free, so infinite his grace!)
Emptied himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race;
‘Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For, O my God, it found out me!
4 Long my imprison’d spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night:
Thine eye diffused a quick’ning ray;
I woke; the dungeon flamed with light:
My chains fell off, my heart was free,—
I rose, went forth, and follow’d thee.
5 No condemnation now I dread,—
Jesus, with all in him, is mine;
Alive in him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach the’ eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Thursday, March 23, 2023
A new beginning
<idle musing>
And praise God for that new beginning!
</idle musing>
Kindness and mercy
Take flight!
Peace in believing.
JESUS, to thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid:
Oppress’d by sins, I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.
2 Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid:
On thee alone my constant mind
Be every moment stay’d.
3 Whate’er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim:
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.
4 Jesus, my strength, my life, my rest,—
On thee will I depend,
Till summon’d to the marriage-feast,
When faith in sight shall end.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
But it's not supposed to happen that way!
Early Christology?
<idle musings>
Agreed! I never understood the late Christology position. Even Bart Ehrmann, a self-avowing agnostic, when he researched for his book on Christology ended up in the early Christology camp.
</idle musing>
The presence of God
Hope springing up.
MY soul before thee prostrate lies;
To thee, her Source, my spirit flies;
My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
0 let thy presence set me free.
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 Already springing hope I feel,—
God will destroy the power of hell,
And, from a land of wars and pain,
Lead me where peace and safety reign.
4 One only care my soul shall know,—
Father, all thy commands to do;
And feel, what endless years shall prove,
That thou, my Lord, my God, art love.
Christian Friedrich Richter; trans. John Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
More than an analogy
Right next door
A cry for companionship
The Light of light.
O DISCLOSE thy lovely face!
Quicken all my drooping powers ;
Grasps my fainting soul for grace,
As a thirsty land for showers:
Hasten , Lord, no more delay;
Come, my Saviour, come away.
2 Dark and cheerless is the morn,
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the day’s return,
Till thy mercy’s beams I see:
Till thou inward life impart,
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
3 Visit then this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Fill me, Radiancy divine;
Scatter all my unbelief :
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Tozer for Tuesday
Monday, March 20, 2023
Not a self-help/self-improvement program
Caesar, a god? Not so much
<idle musing>
He develops this idea a good bit more in his earlier book, World Upside Down, which I read and excerpted from a few years ago (do a search on "World Upside Down" to find them). That book is also definitely worth your time—or as one of my theology profs used to say, "You owe it to yourself to read this book." Love that line!
</idle musing>
Grieving the Spirit
The surrender.
HOW oft have I the Spirit grieved,
Since first with me he strove;
How obstinateiy disbelieved,
And trampled on his love!
How have I sinn’d against the light;
Broken from his embrace;
And would not, when I freely might,
Be justified by grace.
2 But after all that I have done
To drive him from my heart,
The Spirit leaves me not alone,—
He doth not yet depart;
He will not give the sinner o’er;
Ready e’en now to save,
He bids me come as heretofore,
That I his grace may have.
3 I take thee at thy gracious word;
My foolishness I mourn;
And unto my redeeming Lord,
However late, I turn:
Saviour, I yield, I yield at last;
I hear thy speaking blood;
Myself, with all my sins,
I cast On my atoning God.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Saturday, March 18, 2023
Thank you, Fitbit
Because it's an older model, it lacks some of the newer bells and whistles, but I don't miss most of those things. What I did miss was Saturation Percentage of Oxygen (SPO2), Heart Rate Variance (HRV), and Resting Breathing Rate (RBR). But I love the sleep tracking and heartrate monitoring.
The sleep tracking confirmed to me what I had thought for years: I sleep more deeply than average and have fewer dreams. Below is a screen shot from my sleep profile from about six weeks ago, but it's typical. The shaded range is average for men my age. You can see that I'm well below average for REM and well above average for deep sleep:
Now, what I said about SPO2 isn't quite true. Probably about nine months ago now Fitbit made SPO2 tracking available on the Versa 2 and above. With the Versa 1, you could add the SPO2 watch face and see your SPO2 from the night before, and in the sleep profile, if you scrolled all the way down, you could see the variation for that night. But, you couldn't track it day-to-day to watch for trends.
But, man, does SPO2 tracking drain the battery! After activating it, I was getting about 48 hours per charge. But recently, that has become 36 hours. So, I decided to start looking at replacements—not that I was planning on taking the plunge soon, but I wanted to see what was available. I was really attracted to the Garmin stuff because nothing was behind a paywall—no subscription required. But, their basic models weren't touch screen and didn't include an altimeter for hill tracking. But I certainly wasn't happy that in order to access some of the more advanced stuff on Fitbit you had to subscribe. I didn't want the information that badly!
But all that changed about four days ago. Fitbit made SPO2, HRV, RBR, and skin temp variation available outside the paywall! And, what truly surprised me is that the Versa 1 can track HRV and RBR!
To activate it, go to your Fitbit app and click on Health Metrics; it will ask to you approve the tracking and then show you the metrics. See the screen shot below:
Because I have a Versa 1, the HRV, RBR, and skin temp spots were empty, which didn't surprise me because I knew it wasn't being tracked. But, the next day, I was very surprised to see the HRV and RBR there! (See the screen shot below.)
So, thank you Fitbit! The next smartwatch/fitness tracker I get will be a Fitbit. It has the best bang for the buck and fits my needs very well—especially now that more data is available without a subscription.
By the way, I'm not sure how Fitbit calculates the RHR, but using the more traditional way of looking at your heart rate when you first get up, my RHR whould be about 47 bpm, not 53. In the summer, Fitbit tells me it is about 50, whereas I see it as 45 bpm—but I'm not going to quibble; it's still in the excellent range!
And a further note about HRV: The higher the number, the better. Do a quick google search to find out more, but it varies by age. And as far as RBR, unless you are in excellent shape, my RBR would be a warning about sleep apnea. But, for a person in good physical condition (i.e., an athlete), anything in the 8–10 breathes/minute is normal. Again, do a quick google search for more info.
An added little tidbit that many people don't know: On the Fitbit, swipe up to see your stats for the day. Scroll down to the heart rate and swipe left twice. It will show you your cardio-fitness score. It will give a range and tell you where you fall in your age bracket. I'm in the 56–60 range, which for a 67-year old is considered excellent.
Now, if only I could find out how to calculate my functional threshold power (FTP) on my Cycleops mag trainer (it's a dumb trainer). It's about seven or eight years old now; it was given to me by our son-in-law and replaced a fifteen-year-old Cycleops mag trainer. I don't have wireless speed/cadence detectors on this bike, either, so it's all guesstimation. I always keep the resistance set to maximum, too. I've looked everywhere on the internet for help calculating it, and the closest I can come is a graph that shows average speed mapped to approximate FTP. Based on that, I'd guesstimate it at about 200 watts. Is that good? Apparently it's pretty fair, earning a Cat 4 rating.
Sun of Righteousness
The Sun of righteousness.
O SUN of righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;
To my diseased, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.
2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel,
By thy all-piercing beam:
Lighten mine eyes with faith; my heart
With holy hope inflame.
3 My mind, by thy all-quick’ning power,
From low desires set free;
Unite my scatter’d thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.
4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy new-made creature crown.
5 Eternal, undivided Lord,
Co-equal One in Three,—
On thee all faith, all hope be placed;
All love be paid to thee.
John Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Friday, March 17, 2023
Separate? Nope!
Death, the great equalizer?
<idle musing>
Quite a bit different from the Stoic view. They were more interested in accomodating life to the fact of death than overcoming it.
</idle musing>
Rend the heavens!
To God all things are possible.
O THAT thou wouldst the heavens rend,
In majesty come down,—
Streteh out thine arm omnipotent,
And seize me for thine own.
2 Descend, and let thy lightnings burn
The stubble of thy foe;
My sins o’erturn, o’erturn, o’erturn,
And make the mountains flow.
3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide,
And curb my headstrong will;
Thou only canst drive back the tide,
And bid the sun stand still.
4 What though I cannot break my chain,
Or e’er throw off my load;
The things impossible to men,
Are possible for God.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Thursday, March 16, 2023
Sophia? Not so much
Precisely because of its multifaceted reality, sin’s reach is broad and its damage deep. What normally appears as wisdom, for example—the quintessence of the philosophical quest—turns out to be nothing of the kind. Foolishness, says Paul, is the real name for human Sophia in the sight of God. Standing the truth on its head, he tells the struggling church in Corinth that genuine wisdom is what looks like foolishness. “Where is the wise man? Where is the scribe? Where is the debater of this age? Has not God made foolish the wisdom of the world? For since in the wisdom of God the world did not know God through wisdom, it pleased God through the folly of what we preach to save those who believe … [and] we preach Christ crucified” (1 Cor 1:20–21). In short, Paul argues, sin blinds us, and our quest for the wise life leads us to reject as foolishness that which is really wise, the crucifixion of Christ (1 Cor 1–3).—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 97
What is freedom, anyway?
<idle musing>
Or, as Bob Dylan put it, "You gotta serve somebody." God lays the choice before us: Either we accept the redemptive offer in Christ and become adopted sons and daughters, participants in the redeemed. Or, we reject it and serve sin and death.
Pretty start contrast, but I believe it is true.
</idle musing>
Heart of stone
The heart of stone.
O THAT I could repent,
With all my idols part,
And to thy gracious eye present
An humble, contrite heart;
2 A heart with grief oppress’d,
For having grieved my God;
A troubled heart, that cannot rest.
Till sprinkled with thy blood.
3 Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire;
With true sincerity of wo
My aching breast inspire.
4 With soft’ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down:
Strike with thy love’s resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Wednesday, March 15, 2023
D-E-A-D
Tozer for Tuesday (yes, I know it's Wednesday, but I forgot)
The love of sin
The man on Calvary.
O THOU who hast our sorrows borne,
Help us to look on thee, and mourn,
On thee, whom we have slain:—
Have pierced a thousand, thousand times,
And by reiterated crimes
Renew’d thy sacred pain.
2 O give us eyes of faith to see
The Man transfix’d on Calvary,—
To know thee who thou art;
The One Eternal God and True;
And let the sight affect, subdue,
And break my stubborn heart.
3 Lover of souls,—to rescue mine,
Reveal the charity divine,
That suffer’d in my stead
That made thy soul a sacrifice,
And quench’d in death those flaming eyes,
And bow’d that sacred head.
4 The veil of unbelief remove;
And by thy manifested love,
And by thy sprinkled blood,
Destroy the love of sin in me,
And get thyself the victory,
And bring me back to God.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
"Destroy the love of sin in me." That's sanctification in a nutshell. The replacement of the love of sin with the love of God. Wesley had it right: sanctification in nothing but the love of God. He put as "to feel nothing but love toward God and my fellow man."
Where there is love, nothing that isn't of God can live.
Make it so, Lord!
</idle musing>
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
But, who is this god?
Not so the biblical God!
My infected nature
Only by faith.
LORD, I despair myself to heal;
I see my sin, but cannot feel;
I cannot, till thy Spirit blow,
And bid the obedient waters flow.
2 ’Tis thine a heart of flesh to give;
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here, then, to thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem, and seal,—are thine.
3 With simple faith, on thee I call,—
My light, my life, my Lord, my all:
I wait the moving of the pool;
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
4 Speak, gracious Lord,—my sickness cure,—
Make my infected nature pure:
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart!
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
<idle musing>
I like that: "Make my infected nature pure." It reflects who we are: infected. I don't buy the theology that says that in the garden the imago dei was destroyed. I've said that it was damaged, but infected is a better word.
It's sick, and without an infusion of Holy Spirit blood, it's on life support. But with an infusion of the Holy Spirit, we become whole again, or as Paul puts it, we are a new creation, the old has passed; the new has come.
Even so, Lord, even so!
</idle musing>
Monday, March 13, 2023
A radical claim—even now
Au contraire, Paul might reply, God’s eternal majesty and glory as Creator leads precisely to this: “In the fullness of time, God sent forth his Son, born of a woman” (Gal 4:4). Indeed, Paul would continue, the glory of the God who made “the light shine in the darkness” is seen most fully “in the face of Jesus Christ” (2 Cor 4:6). To see God’s glory, says Paul, one must believe in the life, death, and resurrection of his Son—that is, after all, what it is to look on the face of Jesus.—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 88 (emphasis original)
And we come to Paul
What's holding me back?
To whom should we go
AH! Whither should I go,
Burden’d, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Saviour bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.
2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part,—
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.
3 I now believe, in thee,
Compassion reigns alone;
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,
Which thou wouldst fain-remove;
Remove it, and I shall declare
That God is only love.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Return!
The wanderer recalled.
RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek thy Father’s face;
Those new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return;
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy soften’d spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn
How freely he ’ll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls,—no longer mourn;
‘Tis love invites thee near.
5 Return, O wanderer, return;
Regain thy long-sought rest:
The Saviour’s melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to his breast.
William Bengo Collyer
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Saturday, March 11, 2023
A history of the Fundamentalist-Evangelical divide
I remember Key-73; our UMC church participated. I remember knocking on doors and handing out scripture supplied by the ABS and talking about Jesus—I had become a Christian the year before. I also remember the fundies not participating and the “church on the hill” across the street from us (SBC) being very narrow and critical of BGEA and anything remotely Evangelical. The Northern Baptists were of a different stripe altogether; the local pastor was the IVCF advisor and brought in some excellent speakers.
One farmhouse I visited for Key-73 was an SBC one. The mother was very friendly and warm. We were having a good time talking about what God was doing in our lives when their son, around 24 or so, came home. He was quite militant and said that Christians needed to get involved in politics and basically “take the country back for God.” The mom was appalled at the idea and said we were to be leaven and pray, not militant and divisive.
Obviously, the son’s version of Christianity has carried the day : ( Whenever I travel back toward Menomonie (WI) on I-94, I pass that farmhouse and I wonder what became of the mom, her son, and their family. That was 50 years ago now, so she has undoubtedly died and the farm might not even be in the family anymore.
I also recall the rise of the home school movement. It was when forced integration was mandated; probably around 1973 or so. I don't recall the exact year, but I do recall one specific interview, largely because of a comment my dad made at the time.
One woman, who was working full-time and also teaching a home school class, said that it was exhausting, but misapplying Isaiah 40:31 (they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength) and Philippians 4:13 (I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me), she said that because she was doing the Lord's work by taking her kids out of an integrated school, she would be able to endure. My dad's comment (he's a master of understatement)? "I'm not sure that's the Lord's work." Amen and amen.
All that to say, Roger’s version is the one that rings true in my experience. YMMV, obviously, depending on where you lived and the circles you moved in. Menomonie was a college town, so the dynamics were a bit different.
Break our hearts of stone
The hammer of God’s Word.
COME, O thou all-victorious Lord.
Thy power to us make known;
Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break these hearts of stone.
2 O that we all might now begin
Our foolishness to mourn;
And turn at once from every sin,
And to the Saviour turn.
3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.
4 Convince us first of unbelief,
And freely then release;
Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Friday, March 10, 2023
O vain attempt!
Where to turn
But how, most basically, do we achieve the kind of happy life that comes from the practice of philosophy? Marcus’s answer is simple: turn inward. “Go into yourself” (7.28). “Look within” (6.3). When the world's chaos rages, Marcus says over and over again, “go immediately into yourself” (6.11). People seek “retreats for themselves—the country, the seashore, the mountains—and you, too,” Marcus says to himself, “are rather prone to experience this yearning.” “But all this,” he continues, “is most unphilosophic given the fact that you can retreat into yourself at any hour you wish. For nowhere can a person retreat into more tranquility or solitude than in his own soul, especially the one who has the sort of inner habits of thought that immediately bring comfort. And by ‘comfort,’ I mean a well—ordered life. Continually, therefore, grant yourself this retreat and renew yourself” (4.3).—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 78-79
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The advice hasn't changed a whole lot in 2000 years, has it? Turn inward. But what happens when the inward is empty, as it is for so many?
The Stoic life seems designed for those who are well-off, aristocracy even, and who have a strong inner constitution. As for the rest of us? Well, tough cookies.
No wonder they thought Christians were weak-minded!
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Look at me!
The inbred leprosy.
JESUS, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean;
Purge out the inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom sin.
2 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart;
Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse;
The deepest stains of sin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence.
4 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its deathless powers to thee.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Thursday, March 09, 2023
But what about family?
Stoics and empathy
This does not mean, however, that the Sage cannot appreciate the gifts Providence brings his way, or exhibit affection toward wife or children; indeed, Socrates himself quite clearly “loved his own children.” Yet he loved them as a “free man who remember[ed] that it is first necessary to be a friend to the gods”—which is to say that Socrates’ “love” was free of pathos; it was an affection shaped by reasonable judgments about the mortality of his offspring (Disc. 3.24.59–60).—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 55
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Sounds pretty depressing to me. You can't truly love if you hold your emotions that tightly in check. Part of love is sharing in the joys and griefs of those you love, which includes grieving with those who grieve—but I'm coming at it from a Christian viewpoint, which just highlights the point that Rowe is making: You can't truly understand a different philosophical tradition without becoming part of it.
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The great physician
Sin’s incurable disease.
GOD, to whom, in flesh reveal’d,
The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be relieved and heal’d,
And found salvation in thy name:-
2 Thou seest me helpless and distress’d,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor;
Weary, I come to thee for rest;
And, sick of sin, implore a cure.
3 My sin's incurable disease,
Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal;
Inspire me with thy power and peace,
And pardon on my conscience seal.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Wednesday, March 08, 2023
Be gone with you!
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Quite a bit different from a college class in philosophy or ethics, isn't it? It sounds more like Paul's "boxing against the air" metaphor. Or James, "show me your faith by your works."
Frankly, we could use more of that in the church. I think they used to call it discipleship back in the day. But, we can't have that, can we? No dying to self for us! No sirree! Live your best life now!
Only problem with that attitude is that the best life is one that is united with Christ—and his sufferings, his emptying himself.
Kenosis. Cruciformity. Theosis.
Good words, all of them. And necessary. May we learn to live them!
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Philosophy is a way of living
Heart of stone
Without God in the world.
GOD is in this and every place;
But O, how dark and void
To me!—’tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
2 Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart,—
Till he his glorious self reveals,—
The veil is on my heart.
3 O Thou who seest and know’st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown,
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Tuesday, March 07, 2023
Helpless!
Dead in trespasses and sins.
HOW helpless nature lies,
Unconscious of her load!
The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 Can aught but power divine
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, eternal Spirit, thine
To form the heart anew:—
3 The passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall
From reason’s darken’d eyes.
4 O change these hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.
Anne Steele
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Envy (Tozer for Tuesday)
The Holy Ghost says to put all that away. What do you do with it? What do you do with dirt? You expose it to water and soap. What do you do with the dirt of the heart? You expose it to the blood of the Lamb and the power of the Holy Ghost.—A.W. Tozer, Living as a Christian, 85
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Ain't that the truth. I can't draw worth squat, and I'm doing well to find middle-C on a piano, so go ahead and praise them all you want; it doesn't matter because it's not my lane. But, I know what he's talking about—and I'll bet you do too.
I don't know, but I think maybe academics are especially susceptible to it. OK, I know I am. I might hide behind imposter's syndrome, but maybe, just maybe, if I'm honest with myself, that shield of imposter's syndrome is just a nice way of saying I'm envious.
What do you think?
Just an
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Monday, March 06, 2023
Image of God?
God has made us, fashioned us as a master craftsman, begotten us as a father would his children. “Zeus has made you”; “you are the workmanship of the Craftsman" (Disc. 2.8.19, 21, dēmiourgos). Even Caesar can only adopt a divine son, says Epictetus, taking aim at standard imperial practice for securing an heir. “But you,” he tells a student, simply “are the son of God” (Disc. 1.3.2; cf. 1.9.6).—One True Life: The Stoics and Early Christians as Rival Traditions, 47
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Ah, there we go. We have the demiurge popping in, so god to Epictetus isn't fully transcendent, but a step down the ladder of divine beings. That's more in line with what I've always understood Stoics to believe.
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Stoic praise
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Interesting, isn't it? I had always thought of Stoics as having a far-off god. This puts a different light on things, though. Wonder where this is going…
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The year of jubilee
The jubilee trumpet.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly-solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God,—
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
5 Ye Who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
6 The gospel trumpet hear,—
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour’s face:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom’d sinners, home.
Charles Wesley
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Sunday, March 05, 2023
The joyful sound
The joyful sound.
SALVATION! O the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sov’reign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
3 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
Isaac Watts
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Saturday, March 04, 2023
What majesty and grace…
Our debt paid upon the cross.
WHAT majesty and grace
Through all the gospel shine!
‘Tis God that speaks, and we confess
The doctrine most divine.
2 Down from his throne on high,
The mighty Saviour comes;
Lays his bright robes of glory by,
And feeble flesh assumes.
3 The debt that sinners owed,
Upon the cross he pays:
Then through the clouds ascends to God,
‘Midst shouts of loftiest praise.
4 There our High Priest appears,
Before his Father’s throne;
Mingles his merits with our tears,
And pours salvation down.
5 Great Sov’reign, we adore
Thy justice and thy grace,
And on thy faithfulness and power
Our firm dependence place.
Samuel Stennett
Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)
Friday, March 03, 2023
Position of power
Demiurge? or Creator?
Thursday, March 02, 2023
But I'd rather watch TV!
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Some things never change, do they? That's why bread and circuses is so effective.
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