Friday, December 31, 2010

Memory by Moleskine - A Project to Memorize Philippians by Easter

I am thankful to Tim Brister for his efforts to promote Bible memorization within the Body of Christ.  His project is called P2R - or, Partnering to Remember.  The goal of this project is "to memorize the entire book of Philippians by Easter Sunday through partnering with other believers using the memory moleskine."  

I am excited to be a part of this.  If you would like to take part as well, you can get your Moleskine journal here.   Then download the PDF from Tim's site here.  The finished product looks something like this:



Just imagine thousands of believers with Philippians running through their heads and rolling off of their lips for the next four months (and for some time after that too!).  I am hopeful that this effort will bring about the edification, encouragement, and advancement of God's Kingdom.  Thanks again Tim.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

It's No Sacrifice at All

I have a growing appreciation for those who can express thoughts, using clear words and simple sentences.  Dorothy Sayers, in her book Letters to a Diminished Church, has made a wonderful observation; and she has communicated it well.  Its about love and sacrifice.  She writes:

Sacrifice is what it looks like to other people, but to that-which-loves I think it does not appear so.  When one really cares, the self is forgotten, and the sacrifice becomes only a part of the activity.  Ask yourself: if there is something you supremely want to do, do you count as self-sacrifice the difficulties encountered or the other possible activities cast aside?  You do not.  The time when you deliberately say, "I must sacrifice this, that, or the other" is when you do not supremely desire the end in view.  At such times you are doing your duty, and that is admirable, but it is not love.  But as soon as your duty becomes your love the self-sacrifice is taken for granted, and, whatever the world calls it, you call it so no longer.


This has been a good and easy read so far.  Though I do not completely agree with all of her theology, I have found myself challenged, convicted and encouraged by much of what she has to say.  I would recommend this book to anyone looking to grow in their Christian life.



Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Don't Love Stuff

Some of my old seminary classmates posted this video on their Facebook page.  I watched, and I responded the same way they did...with conviction.

The Destructive Nature of Individualism

I heard a guy once talking about how, less than a few decades ago, families had one radio in the living room where, at night, they would gather and listen together.  As time passed, that radio was replaced by the television, which, if watched alone, became rather inconvenient.  Remote controls were not around then; therefore, you watched with others in hopes that they would get up to turn the channel.  I remember being the "remote" as the youngest of the family.  

As televisions became more advanced (with the invention of remote controls) and affordable, homes now had multiple televisions in multiple rooms.  Couples, who used to talk at night, now found themselves watching a guy talking on the Tonight Show.  The kids were snuggled in their rooms as well, watching whatever.

Then, we went from just a few channels on those televisions (I remember having channels 3 through 13), to having well over one hundred.  This served as a magnet (and still does), drawing children from the games of the streets and back yards, to their rooms in the middle of the day.  

Now television is taking the back seat to the handheld device.  iPhones have taken our "entertainment centers" from the living room to our palms.  We can watch whatever wherever we go.  All we need is service and headphones.  The historical progression from very communal activities to very individualistic activity is alarming.  The tendencies are obvious.  We want what we want, and we don't want people to get in the way - that is, unless we allow them to get in the way.

My main point is simple.  Individualism has skewed the way we understand both God's saving and sanctifying purposes, as well as sin's purposes to divide and destroy us.  Sin blinds us so that we cannot see past our own appetites (individualism), nor can we see how our appetites are intrinsically tied to others (community).  In the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Edmond, being so enslaved to his appetite to the Witch's turkish delight, cannot see how the Wich means to get at his siblings as well - through his appetite!

We think our sin only affects us, and, if we can handle the repercussions, we have every right to indulge.  This is individualisms curse.  Edmond alone craves the turkish delight, but, in the craving of his belly, there is the killing of his siblings.

Individualism also blinds us to our inabilities to kill our sins.  It traps us into thinking we can conquer it alone.  And it causes us to neglect the use of God's primary means of murdering sin - His Church.  By the Father's decree, and through the Son's mediation, and by the Spirit's power, we must confess how our sins have affected others (chiefly God Himself - Ps.51).  From there we embrace Christ by faith.  Now, in communion with God, we are afforded a wonderful community, who is both affected by our sin, but who also shows us what redemptive love looks like.  The community we hurt becomes the community that heals us.




Monday, December 20, 2010

Poem Written by a Wife Devastated by her Husband's Porn.

Bonhoeffer once said that there is no sin so secret that does not affect someone else.  I believe what he said.  I believe it is Biblical.  And I also believe that there are many wives who are being devastated by their husband's addiction to porn.  This poem was written in a comment to one of Tim Challies' posts on the subject.

Men, we have to read this.  We have to understand that what we do in secret affects those who love us very much.  I have to say that these words, coming from this perspective, are much needed in a world where women are constantly viewed and postured as condoning pornographic habits.

Here is the poem:

I Looked For Love in Your Eyes

I saved my best for you.
Other girls may have given themselves away,
But I believed in the dream.
A husband, a wife, united as one forever.

Nervous, first time, needing assurance of your love,
I looked for it in your eyes
Mere inches from mine.
But what I saw made my soul run and hide.

Gone was the tenderness I’d come to know
I saw a stranger, cold and hard
Distant, evil, revolting.
I looked for love in your eyes
And my soul wept.

Who am I that you cannot make love to me?
Why do I feel as if I’m not even here?
I don’t matter.
I’m a prop in a filthy play.
Not an object of tender devotion.

Where are you?

Years pass
But the hardness in your eyes does not.
You think I’m cold
But how can I warm to eyes that are making hate to someone else
Instead of making love to me?

I know where you are.
I’ve seen the pictures.
I know now what it takes to turn you on.
Women…people like me
Tortured, humiliated, hated, used
Discarded.
Images burned into your brain.
How could you think they would not show in your eyes?

Did you ever imagine,
The first time you picked up a dirty picture
That you were dooming all intimacy between us
Shipwrecking your marriage
Breaking the heart of a wife you wouldn’t meet for many years?

If it stopped here, I could bear it.
But you brought the evil into our home
And our little boys found it.
Six and eight years old.
I heard them laughing, I found them ogling.

Hands bound, mouth gagged.
Fisheye photo, contorting reality
Distorting the woman into exaggerated breasts.
The haunted eyes, windows of a tormented soul
Warped by the lens into the background,
Because souls don’t matter, only bodies do
To men who consume them.

Little boys
My little boys
Laughing and ogling the sexual torture
Of a woman, a woman like me.
Someone like me.

An image burned into their brains.

Will their wives’ souls have to run and hide like mine does?
When does it end?

I can tell you this. It has not ended in your soul.
It has eaten you up. It is cancer.
Do you think you can feed on a diet of hatred
And come out of your locked room to love?

You say the words, but love has no meaning in your mouth
When hatred rules in your heart.
Your cruelty has eaten up every vestige of the man
I thought I was marrying.
Did you ever dream it would so consume you
That your wife and children would live in fear of your rage?

That is what you have become
Feeding your soul on poison.

I’ve never used porn.
But it has devastated my marriage, my family, my world.

Was it worth it?

You can read the rest of the article here.

Free Kindle Book - What's So Great About the Doctrine's of Grace? by Phillips

I'm not really sure how long these things last, but for now, this book (in its kindle format) is free on Amazon.  Though I have not read this book - I do recommend reading Phillips.  You can learn more about him here.

Here is the link to the free version.  ENJOY!  Oh yeah, thanks Nathan for posting this!