Refreshing

Scot McKnight, in his excellent blog Jesus Creed, is currently working on a series that will review Brian McLaren’s new book, Everything Must Change. As always, I am sure Scot will be fair, thoughtful, and thorough in this series, and I must say that his comments threads are some of the most civil in the blogosphere.

I haven’t read the book, and don’t know much about it beyond Dr. McKnight’s introductory remarks and this review by Tim Challies. But I did enjoy this comment, left by Robin Rhea in the thread on Dr. McKnight’s post. It’s a refreshing answer (albeit anecdotal) to some false dichotomies floating around out there.

I grew up Catholic, came to love Christ when I was 20, and have been in evangelical circles for the past 8 years, completely “conservative” and almost entirely Southern Baptist and Calvinist. The churches that I have been a part of have been heavily involved in medical, educational, and gospel outreaches to Uganda, Columbia, Cuba, The Dominican Republic, and Sudan, have operated numerous ministries to the homeless, medically needy, hungry, have cried with women considering abortion and offered them services regardless of the outcome of their choice, ministered to the hispanic community in a part of the country where they are not very popular, have numerous outreaches alternative lifestyle groups, I think so far I have covered about half of it. I submit that by far the most “popular” speaker in evangelical circles is probably John Piper who has made social justice a continued theme of his ministry for the past 20 years, especially racial justice and racial reconciliation. Others, who are theologically ultra-conservative include Tim Keller in Ney York, Mark Driscoll in Seattle, and Scotty Smith in Nashville, all of whom have tremendous “social justice” concerns …with all of that said, I get the feeling that MacLaren’s accusations that those of us that care deeply about theology and doctrine somehow have a flat theology that does not lead to social justice issues is false. Maybe it is true in the circles he encounters, but even a cursory look at church histroy would show that those that care about theology and doctrine the most tend to do a great deal to alleviate the sufferings of their fellow human beings. You could check out Jonathan Edwards, David Brainerd, Adoniram Judson, William Carey, Jim Elliot, etc. for confirmation. It could be that the “progressive” wing of Christianity is much more compassionate, but I have a hard time believing it.

GAP-moot at Java House

Tonight I hung out with Robert, one of my buddies from the GAP (Graduates and Professionals) class from church. We met at Java House (which, in my opinion, blows Starbuck$$ away). It was good. Paul normally joins us as well, but he had a conflict tonight.

Robert is an interesting guy, and a computer guy too, so – naturally – there’s a certain Computer Geek jen ne sais quoi that we share. I recognized it from the first few minutes I knew him; we were in the GAP class and I asked (heh heh) for someone to explain the Trinity to me. The explanation that he offered was that Jesus is an “instantiation” of God. Not a bad metaphor, though imperfect as are all pictures of the Trinity. But my ears perked up. Now, “instantiation” may not mean much to you. But if you began snorting in recognition at that term, and if you are currently staring into space as you ponder the UML diagram for the design of the GodHead base class, then you too are a computer guy. You are part of my tribe, my brothah.

I made the mistake of suggesting a chess game (did I mention I’m kind of a geek?). Robert pretty much kicked my tail. That being said, although on the rare occasions that I play chess I usually get clobbered, I do generally take my opponent to “game seven” and make them earn it. Such was the case tonight.

We had a good talk too. I’m glad I have friends I can hang out with – not all men have that. I’m extremely blessed.

Remembering 911

Michelle Malkin has posted some heart-shattering minute-by-minute recaps of the events of five years ago:

Never forget: American Airlines Flight 11

Never forget: United Airlines Flight 175

“It’s getting bad, Dad-A stewardess was stabbed-They seem to have knives and Mace-They said they have a bomb-It’s getting very bad on the plane-Passengers are throwing up and getting sick-The plane is making jerky movements-I don’t think the pilot is flying the plane-I think we are going down-I think they intend to go to Chicago or someplace and fly into a building-Don’t worry, Dad- If it happens, it’ll be very fast-My God, my God.”

Never forget: American Airlines Flight 77

Never forget: South Tower collapse

Never forget: United Airlines Flight 93

Never forget: North Tower collapse

Syd Barrett, R.I.P.

This is a different kind of post for me. But Syd Barrett was a different kind of person.

Born Roger Keith Barrett in 1946, “Syd” was one of the founding members of the rock band Pink Floyd, and at the beginning he was the creative force driving their early, psychedelic sound. But it wasn’t long until the massive amounts of hallucinogenic drugs he was ingesting daily wreaked havoc on his sanity. Syd Barrett was removed from Pink Floyd in the late sixties and was rarely heard from again.

From the Times Online Obituary:

He was a wonderfully instinctive guitarist, and his highly original use of slide and echo was able to translate the hypnotic atmosphere that Pink Floyd generated on stage to the albums they created in the studio. These are memorable as few others of their era are.

But Barrett then fell victim to the darker side of those heady times, as his copious indulgence in hallucinogenic drugs pushed an already fragile psyche over the edge.

After dominating Pink Floyd’s early material and writing their first two hit singles, by 1968 he found himself forced out of the group on account of his erratic behaviour. Without him, they went on to become one of the biggest-selling acts of the 1970s and 1980s, while his output was restricted to two strange but compelling solo albums, which reflected his precarious mental state and are today regarded as cult classics.

After that, the rest was silence, as he became a recluse and abandoned all involvement in music. Yet although he did not release another record after 1970, he continued to exert an eerie fascination for generations of future musicians – perhaps because his fate reminded them of the slender thread by which creative talent can hang.

It is said that during the recording of Pink Floyd’s 1975 album Wish You Were Here a pudgy, balding man showed up at Abbey Road studios. The man was Syd Barrett, but no one recognized him.

And now he is gone. It’s a sad story of insanity and wasted talent, but I pray that Syd found his peace with God through Christ before the end.



Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,

rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver, you seer of visions,

come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine.

Pink Floyd, Shine On You Crazy Diamond


In brief

I don’t know why I’m so blessed . . .

There’s nothing like being around young people who love Jesus and glorify him. I got an email today that blew me away.

Medium-Moot last night was great. Rod was there, and Thor. And Thundergeek, and Stroke. Blo was “there”, although his ethereal image has faded from all the pictures I took. Very strange. Andrew showed up for awhile too and he and Thor and I had a rousing conversation. It was good.

No man is a failure who has friends.

– Clarence Oddbody, Angel 2nd Class

Jill and I are so blessed to have the kids we have. And they’re growing up quick!

My friend, I enjoyed our talk in the car. I look up to you, and believe in you, and always have.

Things have been busy. Lots of website work at night these days, if you’re wondering where I’ve been. Some planned, some not [Bill shakes his fist at blogosphere comment spammers].

Jill and I are possibly taking a trip to bustling Clebern tomorrow to pick up her birthday present! I love hanging out with my wife!

I told Thor I might teach on Psalm 119 this Sunday and he handed me four books containing about 2000 pages of commentary, just on that one Psalm. That’s amazing. He’s awesome.

I am going to continue my series (um, can you call one introductory post a “series”? Oh well, I will) on James 5:16. The question bouncing around in my mind is “when”. The answer is “soon” but I might just be lying to myself.

I haven’t worked on Bloo all week. It was probably a good time to take a short break. But I’ve been thinking about it a lot – I’m almost past the “get the basics working” stage and ready to embark on the cool stuff. I love that.

Gotta go! Life beckons.

The Hand Song

I was listening to my shuffle mix on the bus today when The Hand Song by Nickel Creek came on. Out of the blue I found myself getting all misty-eyed. Sheesh.

Then walking to the office it came on again. Hmm. *ahem*. Whew. Boy, the dust sure is bad today. Got *ahem* something in my *sniff* eye.

*sigh* – I’m such a sap . . .

He still remembers that night as child

On his mother’s knee

She held him close and she opened her bible

And quietly started to read

And seeing a picture of Jesus he cried out

“Momma, he’s got some scars just like me.”

And he knew it was love

It was one he could understand

He was showing his love

And that’s how he hurt his hands


. . . And stare out the window . . .

And it seems to get much colder

When you cry on your own shoulder

And we know the show must go on

Guess I know I guess I’ll throw on

Some Jefferson airplane I’m trapped and I am enclosed

But I won’t complain I’ll open all the windows

Jefferson airplane I’m trapped and I am enclosed

But I won’t complain I’ll open all the windows

Cause when it’s colder I feel much better

When I cry on my own shoulder

Just throw on a sweater and go

And I’ll go to undergo a change of heart,

A change of clothes

And when I’m home I think I’ll go eat cereal

And stare out the window

– Relient K, Jefferson Aero Plane

Uh oh . . .

I’m on lunchbreak at work.

I just discovered Web Sudoku, inspired by the obsession of my sudoku-addicted wife.

I’m just going to do one . . . I promise.

Just one . . .

[I have a bad feeling about this . . .]

Encouragement and hope

At our Good Friday services this week I was blessed to meet up with some awesome students that I haven’t seen much this year, since they have been away at college. Adam has been away at Baylor and Kelsey has been at A&M.

Both of these precious people are thriving in the Lord. They were nearly beside themselves with praise and joy for what he has done this year! The reason is simple: they have avoided the trap that many college freshman fall into of isolating themselves from strong Christian community. Instead, these two have thrown themselves into community through their local churches and have been growing and ministering all year. In talking about this with these two humble students they made the observation that getting connected with a local body is really what’s made the difference.

It’s not complicated

It was awesome talking to them. Sometimes working with students can get discouraging, but times like this blow all that discouragement away.

If any student (or anyone, really) reading this feels like God is far away; if you find yourself asking “Where is God?”, I encourage you to look to the Bible. It tells us where he is.

“For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.” – Matthew 18:20 (ESV)

Find a community of believers and get connected. It won’t be perfect, and it might not meet all your expectations. But if the Lord Jesus is honored there, and if his truth is proclaimed, that’s where you need to be.