Wednesday, August 31, 2011

The Eternal Van Morrison

Van Morrison, one of my musical heroes, was born on this date in 1949. Here are some of my favorites.

"I wanna rock your gypsy soul / just like way back in the days of old." This version is rougher but freer (much) than the original recorded version.



This is one of those long and winding jams with Van "free-singing" on literary themes, repeating phrases like musical riffs. This kind of thing always seems to get my adrenalin flowing. Great Pee Wee Ellis sax solo near the end.



This was the first Van song that absolutely floored me. To me, listening to this is like watching the sun rise.



The usual soulful and enigmatic lyrics, but I love the sound. A worship song that sounded like this would get my attention (except for the yodeling . . . maybe).



Of course Van is essentially an Irish blues singer with jazz and gypsy and gospel influences. Here he does a powerful version of the classic St. James Infirmary.



Finally, there's all the music from Van amazing record, Irish Heartbeat. I could pick any song from this to close this tribute, but I really love Carrickfergus. Nobody sings and old man's longing better than Van.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Sanctification Rag

So I've been hanging out once a week with a church planting couple in our area. He's saying the right things (by my lights) about being Christ-centered, about using Gospel methods to share the Gospel message. That piece, "gospel methods," is even more foreign to our evangelical churches than is the gospel message, which is saying something. Most churches, in my opinion, just have too much on their plate. They're preaching about money and sex and parenting and health and changing the culture and homosexuality and dream-interpretation and how to be confidant and optimistic all the time and everything else under the sun, and the Gospel that Jesus preached might make its way into the mix every now and then. Or it might not.

Perhaps most of the people who attend these busy-busy churches are happy with all that, and get a lift out of all the urging and the mandates and the focus on doing doing doing. Some people seem to thrive on that kind of stuff. Those that don't have probably all departed and are either struggling int the wilderness (angry, sad, or just spent), or perhaps they'v managed to stumble into a church that just kind of quietly reminds people of who God is and what he's done.

A bright young man named Nate wrote a pretty interesting blog post a couple of weeks back. Nate happens to be my son, and I thought I'd interrupt my blogging hiatus to respond to his post. He says some rather strong things about the Christian's favorite subject--sanctification. Says it's mostly idolatry. We idolize this ideal about the Christian life and pursue it and try to measure our progress and talk about how we're better than we're used to be, etc. Here's what Nate says:
If I'm going to worship God- through word, sacrament, music, liturgy, or anything-- it's going to be a God who commands and compels my attention, and the attention that we give to our sanctification is quite noticably not on this God. Christ, while he certainly does sanctify his people, is designed to be the object of attention. What he gives is not given to be an object of attention. Just a signature- something that draws attention back to him. In other words, why are we talking about your pornography problem? Or the fact that you overcame your pornography problem? These may be slightly interesting, but...

...not as interesting as Jesus' crucifixion and resurrection. I will say this categorically about everything you can possibly experience in life. Tongues, prophecies, healings, helpings, victories, defeats, epiphanies, blindnesses, baptisms, and burns. The life more abundant is his life, not yours. And you think far too highly of yourself.
What Nate says of most if not all discussion about sanctification is that it is more often than not a rejection of the sufficiency of Christ and the cross. Or it reflects a desire to subjugate Christ and the work of Christ to the purposes of one's own sanctification (so that one can grow spiritually, be a good husband, etc.). And Nate says that when we do this we are operating as "enemies of god."

Nate's words have an undercurrent of deep frustration here. Maybe he's too strong in his dismissal of all talk of sanctification, I don't know, but I do think that we almost always over-confidant in our methods, and we almost always over-state their results. We talk about our sanctification as if life after we get saved is one long steady upward climb, when it's really more like a roller coaster ride for most of us. So in that sense I think it best to not go there, no matter how many Puritan preachers you can find who would tell me otherwise.

The only method I would give you is this. Get with Jesus. Stay close. Follow him around. Imbibe his words and his attitude. Sit at his feet. Even then you'll have shocking downfalls, just like Peter. But don't worry. Jesus still loves you.




Monday, August 22, 2011

A couple of really good books I've been reading . . .

George Washington's Great Gamble
I'm really enjoying this. Nelson is really good at describing warfare, both on land and at sea, without getting bogged down in tactics. This is very good popular history, full of intriguing characters like Lafayette, Arnold, Cornwallis, and Washington of course. I'm planning to gradually read forward from this book in small chronological increments, reading through American history. Oh, and btw, you can check out the author's blog here.

56: Joe DiMaggio and the Last Magic Number in Sports
Maybe the best book on sports I've read in a long time. I really enjoy books about the place of sports in American history, and this is a really fine one. Kostya Kennedy embeds Dimmagio's achievement in the context of its historical moment. that is to say, 1941, America on the verge of war. A really fine book that brings to mind the sights, sounds, and spirit of a time and place. The author's official website is here.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

My weekly yes-I'm-still-here post

Hey folks, this is just to say that I have not abandoned this blog, and will re-establish some sort of routine of posting at least once or twice a week, but for now, well, it's day to day. In the meantime, check out Kevin Nunez's free book downloads. I'm going to be reading Piper's God is the Gospel thanks to Kevin.

My reading and journaling through the Gospel of Mark as a private devotion continues, and I'm getting all kinds of pleasure from the practice. I'm in the midst of chapter 5 just.

Finally, a certain song has been running through my head this morning. so I thought I'd share it with you:

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Update

So, yes, I'm around, but I've drastically reduced my time spent online. That's mostly a good thing, I'm guessing. But I do want to take some time soon to respond to Nate's most recent post called A Sanctification Lecture (not). I like what he's got to say there and find myself agreeing whole-heartedly. More to come.

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

Upon Being Awakened in the Middle of the Night by a Bat in My Room

[I was awakened last night by a bat in my room. Who knows how it got in! Not a fan of bats flying in frantic circles above my head while I try to sleep. So I got up, ducking and bobbing to avoid the bat, opened a window wide and took the screen out, then escaped from the room, shutting the door behind me. After a while the damn thing found its way out the window, but I got a poem out of the experience.]

Lively wisp,
animated blur,
trace of charcoal
on a page of night,
flapping shadow,
black beast,
manic, mapcap,
monstrous, small,
less than sparrow,
more than moth,
frantic flyer
in a sea of dark,
crazy stranger,
sleep-disturber,
mind-invader,
peace-thief,
tiny nightmare,

why don't you go
and hang yourself!

Monday, August 08, 2011

There were lanterns in the trees: a dream synopsis

There was a lion in the field off to our left. You and I were walking along, and we saw this lion, and naturally we were afraid. The lion was running, not toward us, but on a parallel line, only in the opposite direction. Anyway, you don’t mess with lions, so we took a detour. The detour was through a junkyard. A winding downward path through a seemingly endless junkyard. Broken glass on the path, jutting edges of mangled steel. Not good. We were still worried about the lion though. What if the lion was on our trail, following. I tried to stay positive. I said we’ll get through, we will, we will. Then we came to a rickety bridge that went over a rapidly flowing stream. The bridge, it seemed to be made of sticks, but a lot of the sticks were fallen away, so you had to watch where you place your feet. After the bridge was a little house in among the trees. You see we were out of the junkyard now and into a forest. It was night, but there was just enough light to see the path, on account of lights in the trees like lanterns hanging in the branches, here and there. We thought maybe we should stop at the house because, you know, it was late, but we were so afraid. We just wanted to keep moving, so we went on. Then suddenly there was no light, just no light at all, no lanterns in the trees, nothing. I had a flashlight though and I fished it out of my pocket and switched it on and saw that the path had taken us into a tunnel, and the tunnel had come to a dead stop, just a wall of dirt, so we had to turn back. We decided to go back to the house beside the stream in the forest with the lanterns hanging in the trees. That house must be on a path of its own, and we could take that path instead, and who knows where that path might lead, it might lead us far from where we wanted to go, but we’d just have to take the long way, because there was no going back along the path through the junkyard to the field with the roaming lion. And that’s about where I woke up.

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

August Poem: Sonnet with Disney Birds

August already? I've actually got a couple of poems in the pipeline, but I don't want to hit you guys all at once! This one I wrote this morning while listening to the little birds greet the dawn.

Sonnet with Disney Birds

It has always seemed to me that the birds
with all their chipping and cheeping
every morning are simply saying,
“Lighten the heck up, Mack,”

yes, in just that Disney-America slang,
as they skip from one branch to another,
as they flit, as they flutter, as they grasp
fearlessly the stinging nettle,

“Lighten the heck up! Make room,
you cantankerous old rattlebag,
for singing like the sun's coming,
like the sun's just now breaking out

from its long oblivion, like the sun
is back! Don't you give a damn?”