Friday, September 26, 2008

Born Again Again

He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin’ home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him,
You might say he was born again,
You might say he found a key for every door.

John Denver
“Rocky Mountain High”

For me it was the autumn of my 46th year. It was a culmination of decades of learning and unlearning, a new beginning of sorts. A portal was opened to a new dimension of living, like walking into an ordinary wardrobe, clawing past the fur coats, and finding myself in Narnia. Shivering in the Narnian winter, clueless, alone, afraid, yet very much alive and very much full of wonder.

I was only part way through Rob Bell’s book “Velvet Elvis” when this shift started and this doorway opened before me. So much of what I had been taught for decades, entire schools and systems of biblical understanding, were being shown for the inadequate, inaccurate, man-made things they were. And it all resonated deep within my heart – what I was reading was making so much more sense than the empty explanations I had heard all my life. It clicked with reality.

It started with simple things like “binding” and “loosing”. Rob discussed how scripture by its very nature had to be interpreted (something the rabbis knew for quite a long time). Some rabbis had very strict interpretations for passages in the Torah, while other rabbis were more lenient in how to apply it. In the end, however, the goal was to actually DO what the scriptures commanded, and the question was how.

When a rabbi forbid an activity, he was said to “bind” it; when he allowed the activity, he “loosed” it. The collection of the rabbi’s interpretations of what is “bound” and what is “loosed” in scripture was called the rabbi’s “yoke”. For anyone familiar with the book of Matthew in the New Testament, bells should start going off in your head, because the rabbi Jesus used these very terms with his apprentices. He talked about how his “yoke” was easy, and later told his apprentices that they had the power to “bind” and “loose” (which they exercised in the book of Acts).

In some mysterious way, the apostles’ interpretation of scripture (which at that time consisted of Genesis to Malachi) had authority on earth AND in heaven. They partnered with God to determine what is allowed and what is not allowed. And if you look at their determinations in Acts, there were only a few things they bothered to “bind” or “loose” (though these days there are many who love to bind).

Anyway, that simple explanation from a Jewish historical context was mind-blowing to me. It made me wonder what else I had been taught wrongly simply because my teachers did not know (for one reason or another) the actual context of the passage, what the terms really meant to the speakers and hearers. Rob included a number of concepts that he had learned from Ray Vander Laan, Dallas Willard, and other teachers – many that I had been exposed to for years – and brought out new perspectives and angles I had never heard before. I felt ashamed and excited, dumb and enlightened at the same time.

But the most devastating blow to my old way of thinking came as he gently addressed a common, glaring error in interpretation that is one of the key stops along the old “Romans Road”. I originally memorized the verse in the King James Version, and it went like this:

“That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus,
and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead,
thou shalt be saved.”
Romans 10:9

The English Standard Version of the scriptures translates that passage as follows:

"… if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord 
and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, 
you will be saved.”

Which, of course, meant that if I ask Jesus into my heart (perhaps confessing that I’m a sinner), and believe deep down inside that He as second person of the Trinity died for my sins and rose again, I have done a transaction that guarantees me an afterlife in heaven and an escape from the lake of fire. Right?

But does it really mean that? Is that what the text really says?

When Paul wrote to the followers of Jesus in Rome, he was writing to a group of individuals who lived in the capital city of the civilized world. The military headquarters was there. The emperor was there… and he was considered to be a god. One of the requirements of Rome’s citizens was to honor him in ways that we’ve seen in the 20th century; where in Nazi Germany the people were required to shout with outstretched arm “Heil Hitler”, in Paul’s day Roman citizens were required to say “Caesar is Lord!” (whether you bought the whole emperor-god thing or not). If you wanted to survive, you said it.

Paul encouraged the followers of Jesus to participate in a dangerous and subversive activity – to go against the grain (at the risk of punishment or death) and say that Jesus, not Caesar, is the ruler. In other letters Paul reminds his readers that we are citizens of the kingdom of Heaven, not of the Roman Empire (though Paul gladly used his Roman citizenship to his advantage when appropriate). And the further you study the anti-Roman implications in Paul’s writings, the more you understand the subversive nature of his teachings and how he encouraged such a counter-cultural stand for God’s kingdom.

And what does the word “saved” mean in the context of Romans 10:9 if it doesn’t mean saved from hell and guaranteed access into an afterlife of bliss? Pretty much what it means in many other places in scripture when we use the synonyms “delivered”, “rescued”, and “protected”. Scan the Old Testament and you will see that over and over God delighted to rescue his people from danger. It’s the big story that his people get to gratefully recount to others – the various ways God came through for them in their time of need. Paul appears to be telling his readers don’t worry about taking a counter-cultural stand for Jesus as the king who rules over Caesar because Jesus will rescue them one way or another (either in this life so they can share their story, or they will be resurrected one day just like Him).

Wow. So what else have I gotten wrong? What else did my teachers not know, did not interpret (binding or loosing) correctly and accurately? And if it’s not about securing a good spot in the afterlife, what IS it about? For that, I had to go back to the teachings of Jesus himself…

Studying Jesus’ teachings led me back to the writings of Dallas Willard and his landmark book “The Divine Conspiracy”. Though I’ve read it twice before, I had completely missed the implications; perhaps I wasn’t ready yet. But as he discussed the failure of “gospel of sin management” to really foster Christ-likeness and as he expanded on the brilliance of Jesus’ teachings that we call “the sermon on the mount”, my eyes were opened and my heart humbled and my spirit was shaken by the possibilities.

And that led me to others who have been influenced by his writings, including Scot McKnight, Rick McKinley, and Brian McLaren. It also led me back to John Eldredge who was an influence on me several years ago as his writings prepared me to live authentically and stop being a “poser”, in spite of the resistance. And that led me back to the songwriters I’ve come to love for their honesty and integrity…

Don’t forget to bring kindness
Don’t forget to say "thanks!"
Don’t forget to spend your love
Honey, you will not break the bank
Don’t forget to bring some empathy
For the saints and the sinners
Don’t forget to bring encouragement
Yeah, we’re all just beginners.

Bill Mallonee
“Bank”

That’s me – just another beginner, just another humbled, desperate soul trying to follow the way of Jesus. I hesitate to even call myself a Christian anymore because the term is so over-used that it can mean just about anything, which in the end indicates that it means nothing. And if it is supposed to mean “Christ-like” or “little Christ”, well, that ain’t me. But I’m trying…

Honesty is a hard attribute to find 
When we all want to seem like
we've got it all figured out
Well let me be the first to say that I 
don't have a clue
I don't have all the answers 
ain't gonna' pretend like I do

Just trying to find my way
trying to find my way the best that I know how

Jason Wade / Lifehouse
“Trying”

It’s a world filled with doubts and questions. But I guess I’m not afraid of that anymore, because the God who created all of this and who has rescued (saved!) me time and time again – well, he’s not afraid of the questions either. And questions are exactly what inquisitive children are supposed to bring to their father. And it’s not that I don’t look forward to an afterlife with him – I do – but more importantly I look forward to his presence in my here and now every single day as I see his wishes become my reality. And I think puts me in a better position to be humble, perhaps like a child, as I seek to follow him in faith.

- Bob Young (3/12/2008)

Monday, June 16, 2008

Power

On Sunday morning I was reminded that we actually have one or two people who read this little blog. This morning I actually had something to contribute. Here goes...

I live a block from Power Road. Several times a week my little league team plays a block from Power Road, just half a mile away from where I sit now. The team is a great combination of kids - plenty of natural talent, well-equipped. And yet we're winning just over half of our games. The main reason: lack of power. Our best pitchers and strongest hitters seem to be lacking power, and it's affecting the whole team. It's like the whole team is "a block away from Power". So while we have great resources at our disposal, we can't do much without the necessary power. I believe it can be there - I've seen glimpses of it - I just don't know if it will show up in time for when it really counts or not.

Right now a generator is humming away outside my house, like it has for the last 20-odd hours. You see, we lost our power in yesterday's storm and we've had to generate our own just to keep the food from rotting. It also keeps the kids entertained with DVDs, keeps a fan or two running, and powers up my computers (but without internet access). We have all these resources at our fingertips, but most of them we can't use without some REAL power beyond what we can generate ourselves. And with gasoline at $4.05 per gallon these days, generating our own power is a very costly endeavor indeed.

Yesterday I was reading a chapter in Scot McKinights "Embracing Grace" and he said that when we think of loving God with all our strength, we usually picture a fitness guru or body builder, where the strength is something we build up. He said that our strength is really more about all of the resources at our disposal - our "strengths" if you will - and that everything we have and our should be dedicated to demonstrating our love for God.

I'm getting the feeling that God is trying to tell me something.

Without REAL power, none of the resources, skills, talents, abilities, or tools at my disposal are worth much. I say I want to love God with my whole heart, soul, mind, and strength and love my neighbor as well as I love myself, but without God providing the power I'll be as lethargic as I have been for the last week - unable to stay up late in spite of caffeine, unable to get "up at at em" in the morning like I've been able. I'm physically and mentally dragging, lacking power.

Yesterday Tom and I led worship with just a couple of acoustic guitars. We had our guitars plugged into an amplifier and I used a microphone, but with the small group of people, we really didn't need to do that. We were supposed to have a drummer and bass player and do a big band event for this little church community, but things fell through that were beyond our power to control. And in the end, the people seemed geniunely moved to worship. We hadn't even prayed beforehand or even prepared much because the songs were selected at the last minute due to the drummer's late notice.

I wonder what would have happened had I prayed.

I wonder how different things would have been if I had begged God for His power.

I wonder how much better things would be if I stopped relying on my own resources, strengths, and ability to generate power, and switched over to solely relying on God's.

I wonder when I'll stop wondering and start doing something about it...