Archives For Child Kingdom

kid with swordThis week in our series, Looking for Jesus: Learning to Read the Bible and the World Through New Eyes, we’re answering the question: What does the Bible do? And our theme is children. These two things actually go together so well, that I’m just going to combine them for today’s sermon rather than taking them sequentially.

The Bible is a Fairy Tale that Creates Children
The Bible opens like a fairy tale, and it closes like a fairy tale. It opens in a perfect, beautiful garden, and it closes in a glorious, towering garden city coming down out of the clouds of heaven. And it’s filled with childish stories. There are talking snakes and talking donkeys. There are old women giving birth to babies. There are old men with sticks that command the forces of nature in the name of the God. Sometimes people walk on water, and sometimes the waters part making a path through the water. Bread comes down out of heaven, water gushes out of rocks, cities fall down when the people march around them shouting and blowing trumpets, men walk in a fiery furnace unharmed. There are giants and dragons and (depending on your translation) unicorns and satyrs. Burning bushes, rainbows, evil spirits, miraculous battles, sometimes the sun stands still, sometimes men pray and it stops raining for three years, and they pray again and the rain comes. One man apparently vanished into thin air because he walked with God, another man was taken up in a fiery chariot, and another man appeared and disappeared and reappeared in various places by the power of the Spirit. Many talked with heavenly beings whose appearance made you want to die with fear. Many people have spoken with angels, seen glimpses of God, and visions of the glories of heaven and the angelic armies. Bread and fish multiply, the dead are raised, men speak in unknown tongues, the lame walk, the blind see, arrogant kings judged, slain, eaten by worms, and the hero is a child born of a virgin, betrayed, rejected, and murdered like a worthless criminal.

This is no reasonable book. This is no book for serious, color inside the lines, paper-clip counters. This is the kind of book to make serious scholars mad. This is the kind of book to make certain kinds of scientists throw it down in disgust. This book is a fairy tale, and it is full of fairy tales. It’s a book of childish stories, beginning in a garden with two innocent, perfect children who break the rules and bring a spell of darkness on the earth. And the story climaxes after many twists and turns with the birth of another child who obeys the rules and breaks the spell that was cast over the earth, and brings light back into the world. The hero-child goes down into the cave of death, slays the dragon, rescues the harlot, making her his virgin bride, and finds the way out again alive. And the story closes imagining the whole world as a cosmic fairy tale, a Marvel Comics meets Beowulf, an apocalyptic vision of the reign of the Child King who is also a Lamb who is also a Lion who goes into battle, slaying the dragon and all his accomplices with the sword that comes out of His mouth while rescuing His Bride through the flames, through the sword, through great peril and bringing her at last to the great Wedding Day, the Marriage Supper of the Lamb. Continue Reading…

The Newtown inside all of Us

December 18, 2012 — 3 Comments

newtownThere’s a Newtown, Connecticut inside all of us.

Everyone hurts. Everyone reels. Everyone sees the pictures, sees the names, reads their stories, and we all swallow back the tears. Death hurts. Death stings. We mourn with those who mourn.

There’s the initial ache (and we do).

I have a six year old daughter, who might just as well have been one of those little girls. I’ve buried another daughter whom I never got to meet.

But when the questions come, and they most certainly will come, what will we say?

Why?

How?

There is only one faithful way to answer these questions.

We have turned away from God.

We have all turned aside from the One who made us. We have turned away from His Word, His love, and we have chosen death, we have chosen heartache, we have chosen our own pain and agony and confusion. We have invited the darkness, invited the demons.

Those little girls and boys were no more or less deserving of death then my four children or any other children.  Continue Reading…

Do you worship God? Do you really worship Him? On Sunday morning, with all of God’s people, do you love Jesus in song, kneeling in prayer, while listening, eating, drinking, raising hands?

And what sorts of images come to mind when you consider this question?

If like our church, you have come to the conclusion that generally speaking, our children should worship with us, as full members of the body of Christ, then maybe you laughed when I first asked the question. Maybe slight tinges of bitterness or regret shot through your gut. Wish I could worship. Maybe someday I’ll get to focus on God. Wish my church had a nursery, a children’s church, etc.

Now, for the record, God doesn’t give us any specific directions here. The principles are that we should let the little children come to Jesus, and for of such is the Kingdom of God and the promises of God are to us and to our children. And on the flip side, if a college student or a friend or Uncle Joe can sit with you and help bring some order to the busyness in your row, then you’ve got a mini-nursery going already, and if the elders want to offer to organize that for everyone, especially for the littlest squirrels in the congregation, I don’t have any major qualms. We don’t do that at my church, but you won’t get any Baptist hellfire from me about that. My beef is with shipping the four year old off to the three ring circus downstairs, when she’s old enough to start hollering Amens and eating the Lord’s Supper and drawing pictures of the pastor up front. Which is to say, all things being equal, there ought to be a lot of kids and kid noises in a normal Jesus-loving worship service because Jesus loves little kids and if we think they’re distractions for worshipping Jesus then we’re no better than the uptight disciples.  Continue Reading…

A few weeks ago, my alter ego tweeted that “having room in theology for the just taking of life (capital punishment, war) is a refusal to make our physical/material state absolute,” and there were a few questions about that so I’ll elaborate here.

First, full disclosure, these thoughts came off a slightly feverish (literally) day watching a couple of movies focused on fighting and warfare. In particular, the movie Warrior got me thinking: The movie centers on a deadbeat dad (Nick Nolte) who has recently repented of his alcoholism and apparently become a Christian and his two sons (Tom Hardy & Joel Edgerton) who are in various ways living with and dealing with the results of their father’s failures and sin. They are all at odds in different ways, but the last thing all three have in common is that they are into Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) style fighting. One thing leads to another, and the brothers are in the world’s biggest MMA tournament. The story is explicitly about forgiveness, justice, bitterness, and trust.

But woven through these questions are the cage fighting matches. One response might be complete disgust. Why bring Jesus into an MMA cage fight? Didn’t Jesus teach us to turn the other cheek, not punch the other guy back harder? But this brings me back to the point of my tweet: Continue Reading…

1. Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in the heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth: thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquities upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments. (Ex. 20:4-6)

2. Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust…  But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto children’s children; to such as keep his covenant, and to those that remember his commandments to do them. (Ps. 103:13-14, 17-18)

3. We have sinned with our fathers, we have committed iniquity, we have done wickedly. Our fathers understood not thy wonders in Egypt; they remembered not the multitude of thy mercies; but provoked him at the sea, even at the Red sea. Nevertheless he saved them for his name’s sake, that he might make his mighty power to be known. (Ps. 106:6-8) Continue Reading…

Introduction
Christmas means that we have access to the infinite. The infinite has entered the finite (Jn. 1:1, 14). While to be creatures necessarily means limits and some finitude, to be created in the image of God, created to be companions of the Infinite originally indicated a capacity for the infinite, a capacity to share and commune with the Infinite God. Man lost that access to the infinite when we rejected God’s Word, and then, lest we ate of the Tree of Life and lived forever in that state, we were excluded from the garden. The incarnation (Christmas) is the planting of a new Tree of Life in this world. This is why we decorate Christmas trees. The Tree of Life means access to God’s infinite life. Infinite life means limitless, endless, boundless life. Our decorations, gifts, and feasting are meant to mimic that infinite life. Continue Reading…

I think it was Mark Horne who pointed out in his commentary on the Gospel of Mark that when Jesus calls the twelve disciples he takes privileges that normally only fathers take: he names and renames the twelve. Simon, He calls Peter, James and John are the Sons of Thunder, etc. And several of them are literally leaving their fathers to follow Jesus. Jesus is replacing their fathers. Jesus assumes the role of a father for them, and this means that the twelve are His children.

Naming is a parental prerogative.

For God to name creation is for God to father creation. But this is literal in the original creation week. God brings forth light by speaking and names this new creation: His first child He names “Day”, and the darkness he adopts as his child as well, naming it “Night.” Likewise, He names his next three children “Heaven,” “Earth,” and “Seas.”

God was the original hippie dad.

This naming doesn’t continue in the creation week explicitly, though it is perhaps implied.

The next explicit naming is when God creates the animals and brings them to Adam to see what he will name them. God has fathered creation, and now He is teaching Adam, the son made in His own image, how to be a father-creator like Him.

Then Adam names his wife “Woman” as a sort of co-creator/father of Eve. He did provide the rib afterall.

To name is to father, but this also means that to be named is to be fathered. To be named is to be a child.

 

 

Couple of great posts on parenting from Nancy Wilson:

“Rather a row of squirmy kids with mismatched socks who are happy and love their parents than a battalion of persecuted and long-faced misery counting the minutes until church is over.”

Read them here and here.

As you all know, we welcome our baptized children to this table. This is because Jesus said unless you are converted and become as little children you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven. He says let the little children come to me for of such is the Kingdom of God. This means that the qualification for entering and remaining in the Kingdom of God is childhood. It is not that this is mostly a gathering for grownups but the children can come along if they would like. It is not as though we worship together in the heavenly places despite the squawks and squeals and cries. Actually, God is quite aware of what children are like. He knows their short attention spans, frequent needs, he knows their hurts, their questions, the things that makes them excited. He knows their wiggles. And he looks down at the little children and says, that is what you must be like. And this seems odd to us, this seems strange since we spend so much of the service trying to get them to act like us. We’d like them to sit still like grownups and have straight faces like grownups and take notes on the sermon like grownups and worry about what the people in the row behind them are thinking like grownups do. It’s no problem to work on worshiping. We want our children to love singing, to love listening to the Word read and preached, to shout out their amens with vigor and to love eating the bread and drinking the wine with God’s people. But God says He has ordained strength in their mouths to silence our enemies and every false accusation. Wisdom is justified by her children. So if you’ve been stuffy cranks, you need to repent. Children are not only welcome at this table. You must be a child to participate, and this means resting in the care of your loving Heavenly Father. Put away your worries, your fears, stop worrying about what the people around you are thinking, stop worrying about tomorrow. Rest in the care of your Father. You have a Father and He loves you with an everlasting love. That’s what it means to be His children. That’s what it means to be children. Imagine that this table only has high chairs, and come: eat, drink, and rejoice.

Adam and Eve were created as children. Luke says that Adam was a son of God (Lk. 3:38). He woke up in the image of His Father. He and His wife were children of God, bearing His likeness, a family resemblance (Gen. 1:26-28). Regardless of age or physical maturity, the fact that God created Adam and Eve in His image means that they are the created children of God. God created His kids from the dust of the earth and breathed His life into them. A little unorthodox perhaps, probably a bit dramatic, but there they are in the garden a few minutes old, stretching their arms and legs and practicing breathing, noticing the differences between their naked bodies like a couple of young siblings in a bathtub. Though Adam and Eve are physically mature, they are kids. They are newborns. They are adolescents capable of having sex and making more people like themselves – in fact, God their Father explicitly encourages this sort of activity (Gen. 1:28). But like newborns, God nurses them in a garden flowing with milk and honey, trees full of life, and one tree that was actually named that. All that they need for life is provided. When they are hungry, food magically appears. When they are thirsty, there is a river full to the brim like a never ending sippy cup. Their Father has thought of everything, and His angelic nurses are constantly providing.

In other words, the Bible begins as a fairy tale. The details are fantastical and garish. It’s a story about children for children. The universe is spoken into existence, the true and epic nursery rhyme of a God the Christian Church calls Trinity: the Father who speaks the Word while hovering over the waters, suspended by the glory of the Spirit, and all in the space of six days. Add a few bazillion stars and insects, throw in sea monsters, food that grows out of the ground, and hundreds of varieties of colorful balls full of juice magically manufactured, and Adam and Eve wake up in a garden which might as well be an over-the-top exuberant, cosmic nursery. This is the mind blowing surplus of an excessively jovial and overly doting Father, a world bubbling and popping with prizes and presents and gifts and colors and smells and tastes and sounds. The universe is a nursery meticulously prepared for God’s children to play in. Continue Reading…