Showing posts with label Romans. Show all posts
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Monday, August 30, 2010

The Feast of St. Augustine

August 28th is a good day, for a couple of reasons. For one thing, it’s my birthday, and this year I turned 31.

It’s also the Feast Day of Saint Augustine. He is one of the most interesting and influential people who have been followers of Christ. He lived from 354-430 B.C. And he became a Christian at age 31.



He was born in North Africa when it was part of the Roman Empire, an Empire making the transition to a “Christian Empire,” after Constantine declared that Rome wouldn’t be killing Christians anymore, and in fact, if you wanted to get ahead in politics, you might want to look into becoming one. He was likely of the ethnicity of the people who would eventually be called Berbers.

Augustine’s mother was a Christian, his father a pagan. He learned early on that he had a gift for oratory, and he became a student and later a teacher of rhetoric. He also learned he liked the company of women. He had kept a mistress for many years, with whom he had a son. He grew up thinking the Christian faith to the refuge of imbeciles and superstitious ninnies (with the exception of his mother), and preferred the more exclusive, high-sounding teachings of the group called the Manicheans. They had secret knowledge that had to be worked for and wrestled with – not this ‘gospel for all’ the Christians preached.

Through the good preaching and good company of a bishop named Ambrose, Augustine slowly came around to the idea that you could be smart and a Christian, as well as the realization that the Manicheans were full of crap, to use a theological term.

But an intellectual conversion isn’t a full conversion – knowing all the right answers had always been important for Augustine, but God had more in store for him. At a moment of great personal crisis, he heard the voice of a child singing ‘Take up and read.’ So he picked up his copy of Paul’s letter to the Romans, and did the thing that Bible teachers, myself included, tell you not to do, which is just open it up randomly and see what it says. He opened to Romans 13:13-14 “13Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. 14Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and do not think about how to gratify the desires of the sinful nature.” He says in his Confessions, “No further would I read; nor needed I: for instantly at the end of this sentence, as if before a peaceful light streaming into my heart, all the darkness of doubt vanished away.”

He and his son were baptized by Ambrose on Easter Sunday the next year.

He became a priest, then a bishop in the North African town of Hippo. He wrote a LOT. Confessions, his most famous work, is often credited as the first autobiography, or at least the first spiritual autobiography. And he was no slouch as a philosopher. A good chunk of Confessions is his philosophy of the nature of time, and how our perception of it entirely depends on the nature of human memory. I told you he was smart.

He has been described as the last of the great ancient thinkers, and the first great medieval thinker. He wasn’t perfect, even after his conversion. You might find things objectionable about his theology, his harsh approach to heretics, his theory of just war, or other things. But the beautiful thing about Augustine is that he admitted he wasn’t perfect. He wrote a book about the topic, as a matter of fact.

Augustine is the patron saint of brewers, printers, theologians, Bridgeport, Connecticut, and yes, St. Augustine, Florida. He is often symbolized in iconography by a pierced heart. And my favorite band wrote this song about him.

August 28th is his feast day because, like all saints, it is the day that he died. It is cause for feasting, not mourning, for he is with the One he loves, and we anticipate the sure and certain hope of the resurrection of the dead.

And at the risk of making this post way too long, some of my favorite parts of Confessions, with my comments in parentheses:

“You have made us for Yourself, and our heart is restless until it finds rest in You.”

“It is not the infant’s will that is harmless, but the weakness of infant limbs.” (All the parents holla back!)

On the untimely death of his best friend: “My heart was made dark by sorrow, and whatever I looked upon was death. Whatever I had done together with him was, apart from him, turned into a cruel torture. I hated all things, because they no longer held him.”

“Unless we could weep into Your ears, no trace of hope would remain for us.”

“To me then You were not what You are, but an empty phantom, and my error was my god.”

“Blessed is the man who loves You, and his friend in You, and his enemy for Your sake.”

“More beautiful than all those things I desired to know is the modest mind that admits its own limitations.”

“Manners I did not want for myself as a student I was forced to endure in others when I became a teacher.” (All the teachers holla back!)

“That sin was the more incurable where I judged myself to be no sinner.”

“I did not think it possible to defend the things in Your Scriptures to which men had objected. Sometimes I desired greatly to discuss individual points with someone highly trained in those books and find out what he thought of them. [The Manicheans] would assert that the New Testament writings were falsified by some unknown persons who wished to implant foreign ideas into the Christian faith. However, they themselves did not produce any uncorrupted copies.” (There is nothing new under the sun.)

On Ambrose: “I began to love him, at first not as a teacher of truth, which I utterly despaired of finding in Your Church, but as a man who was kindly disposed toward me.”

On preparing a speech in praise of the emperor: “In it I would tell many a lie, and for my lies I would be applauded by men who knew that I was lying.”

“Just as fawning friends pervert us, so also quarrelsome enemies often correct us.”

“Caught fast in a disease of the flesh and its deadly sweetness, I dragged along my chains and was fearful of being loosed from them.”

“I asked, ‘What is iniquity?’ and I found that it is not a substance. It is perversity of will, twisted away from the supreme substance, You, O God.”

“I sought for a way of gaining strength sufficient for me to have joy in You, but I did not find it until I embraced ‘the mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus,' who is over all things, God blessed forever.” (1 Tim. 2:5, Romans 9:5)

At one point, Augustine prayed the most honest, hilarious prayer ever: “Give me chastity and continence – but not yet!”

“The unlearned rise up and take heaven by storm, and we, with all our erudition but empty of heart - see how we wallow in flesh and blood! Are we ashamed to follow, because they have gone on ahead of us?”

On remembering: “Men go forth to marvel at the mountain heights, at huge waves in the sea, at the broad expanse of flowing rivers, at the wide reaches of the ocean, and at the circuits of the stars, but themselves they pass by.”

“What thing within me could be hidden from You, even if I would not confess it to You? I would be hiding You from myself, not myself from You.”

On Jesus: “For us, He is before You both victor and victim, and therefore victor for the reason that He is victim.”

“Your best servant is he who looks not so much to hear from You what he wants to hear, but rather to want what he hears from You.”

“You first healed me from the passion for self-vindication, so that You might also forgive all my other iniquities.”

“I can find no safe place for my soul except in You. In You may my scattered longings be gathered together, and from You may no part of me ever depart. Sometimes You admit me in my innermost being into a most extraordinary affection, mounting within me to an indescribable sweetness. If this is perfected in me, it will be something – I know not what – that will not belong to this life."

Monday, March 30, 2009

The Gospel According to Huckleberry Finn



One of my favorite books is Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain. And my favorite part of that favorite book is Huck’s aborted attempt to repent and become a good boy. I am going to quote a good portion of it and draw a conclusion or two, in spite of this introductory warning by Mark Twain: “Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.”

The incident occurs in chapter 31 – Huck’s friend Jim, the runaway slave, has been recaptured, and Huck ponders what to do now.

[Note: The novel is somewhat notorious for its liberal use of the ‘n’ word – set in the South in 1839, that shouldn’t be surprising. But, things being as they are in 2009, I’m going to use the slightly less offensive ‘Negro’ – although Huck himself would never have used such a high-falutin’ word.]

“The more I studied about this, the more my conscience went to grindin’ me, and the more wicked and low down and ornery I got to feeling. And at last, when it hit me all of sudden that here was the plain hand of Providence slapping me in the face and letting me know my wickedness was being watched all the time from up there in heaven, whilst I was stealing a poor old woman’s Negro that hadn’t ever done me no harm, and now was showing me there’s One that’s always on the look-out, and ain’t a-going to allow no such miserable doings to go only just so fur and no further, I most dropped in my tracks I was so scared. Well, I tried the best I could to kinder soften it up somehow for myself, by saying I was brung up wicked, and so I warn’t so much to blame; but something inside me kept saying, ‘There was Sunday school, you could a gone to it; and if you’d a done it they’d a learnt you, there, that people that acts as I’d been about that Negro goes to everlasting fire.’

It made me shiver. And I made up my mind to pray; and see if I couldn’t try to quit being the kind of boy I was, and be better. So I kneeled down. But the words wouldn’t come. Why wouldn’t they? It warn’t no use to try to hide it from Him. Nor from me, neither. I knowed very well why they wouldn’t come. It was because my heart warn’t right; it was because I warn’t square; it was because I was playing double. I was letting on to give up sin, but away inside of me I was holding on to the biggest one of all. I was trying to make my mouth say I would do the right thing and the clean thing, and go and write to that Negro’s owner and tell where he was; but deep down in me I knowed it was a lie – and He knowed it. You can’t pray a lie – I found that out.

So I was full of trouble, full as I could be; and didn’t know what to do. At last I had an idea; and I says, I’ll go and write the letter – and then see if I can pray. Why it was astonishing, the way I felt as light as a feather, right straight off, and my troubles all gone. So I got a piece of paper and a pencil, all glad and excited, and set down and wrote:
‘Miss Watson your runaway Negro Jim is down here two mile below Pikesville and Mr. Phelps has got him and he will give him up for the reward you send. – Huck Finn’

I felt good and all washed clean of sin for the first time I had ever felt so in my life, and I knowed I could pray now. But I didn’t do it straight off, but laid the paper down and set there thinking – thinking how good it was all this happened so, and how near I come to being lost and going to hell. And went on thinking. And got to thinking over our trip down the river; and I see Jim before me, all the time, in the day, and in the night-time, sometimes moonlight, sometimes storms, and we a-floating along, talking, and singing, and laughing. But somehow I couldn’t seem to strike no place to harden me against him, but only the other kind. I’d see him standing my watch on top of his’n, stead of calling me, so I could go on sleeping; and see him how glad he was when I come back out of the fog; and when I come to him again in the swamp, up there where the feud was; and such-like times; and how good he always was; and at last I struck the time I saved him by telling the men we had smallpox aboard, and he was so grateful, and said I was the best friend old Jim had in the world, and the only one he’d got now; and then I happened to look around, and see that paper.

It was a close place. I took it up, and held it in my hand. I was a-trembling, because I’d got to decide, for ever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself: ‘All right, then, I’ll go to hell!’ – and tore it up.”

I hold this up as one literature’s greatest expressions of self-sacrificial love of one human being for another. It always reminds me of Paul’s lament in Romans 9:1-3, “I am telling the truth in Christ, I am not lying, my conscience testifies with me in the Holy Spirit, that I have great sorrow and unceasing grief in my heart. For I could wish that I myself were accursed, separated from Christ for the sake of my brethren…” What would you give up to save someone? This is the measure of love.

Twain in later years described Huckleberry Finn as “a book of mine where a sound heart and a deformed conscience come into collision and conscience suffers defeat.” Of course, Huck doesn’t know his conscience is deformed – at least, not in the way Twain meant. Huck only knows his vision of what is right doesn’t match up with what everyone else tells him – but therein lies his salvation.

I don’t know if there is room in heaven for fictional characters, but if so you shouldn’t be surprised to see Huckleberry Finn there. He would certainly be shocked, though.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Bible Verses That Freak Me Out #17 - "We overwhelmingly conquer" - Romans 8:35,37

Some thoughts from the Best Chapter in the Bible.

For my money, the best chapter in the Bible is Romans 8. It starts with “There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ,” ends with “nothing will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord,” and in between there are fun little nuggets about God’s Spirit dwelling in us, how the Holy Spirit and Jesus intercede for us, how we are adopted as children of God, and more good stuff like that.

The part that has always freaked me out a bit is verses 35 and 37:

“Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or the sword? – But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us.”

For all you Greek fans out there, the word “upernikao” only appears here in the Bible. It’s the word for conquer with the prefix “hyper” attached to the front. “To overpower in victory. To be abundantly victorious. Prevail mightily.” (Thanks Lexicon!) Hyper-conquer. A blow-out victory.

And what are the circumstances of this blow-out victory?

Tribulation – troubled, beset on all sides, suffering
Distress – stressed, on the brink, anxious, miserable
Persecution – attacked, harassed, discriminated against
Famine – hungry to the point of desperation
Naked – exposed, embarrassed, humiliated, vulnerable
The sword – mortally wounded, and, uh, dead

So – for the Christian, when you are troubled, suffering, stressed, miserable, attacked, hungry, humiliated, and either mostly or completely dead – you win!!!

And not just a win – a blow-out, crushing, run-up-the-score, their team didn’t even show up today, their fans put paper bags over their heads, my grandma could play better than their team, kind of victory.

That makes no kind of sense, unless you believe verse 18.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to compared to with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

Not worthy to be compared. Blow-out victory. Overwhelmingly conquer. Paul and Jesus like to speak in superlatives, especially when it comes to God. “In all these things we conquer,” “nothing shall separate us,” "I can so all things through Christ." “I have come that they might have life, and have it more abundantly.” God, grant us that we might live superlative Christian lives.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Bible Verses That Freak Me Out #14 - The Love of God - Romans 5:8

"But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." - Romans 5:8

I could say some things here, but I prefer Rich Mullins' take:

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There's a wideness in God's mercy
I cannot find in my own
And He keeps His fire burning
To melt this heart of stone
Keeps me aching with a yearning
Keeps me glad to have been caught
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God

Now I've seen no band of angels
But I've heard the soldiers' songs
Love hangs over them like a banner
Love within them leads them on
To the battle on the journey
And it's never going to stop
Ever widening their mercies
And the fury of His love

Oh the love of God
The love of God

Joy and sorrow are this ocean
And in their every ebb and flow
Now the Lord a door has opened
That all Hell could never close
Here I'm tested and made worthy
Tossed about but lifted up
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God
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Take a listen.