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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…

weddinggiftsOnce upon a time, in the beginning, God gave. God spoke the universe into existence, and God gave reality, God gave existence, God gave all things. Creation itself was the first birthday party, the first festival, the first baby shower, the first graduation party, first wedding reception. The world was created, the world was born, the world graduated from nothing into everything. God spoke His bride into being and decorated everything for the marriage feast. God gave in His love.

In other words, in the beginning it was Christmas. It was Christmas all day, every day with presents stacked to the moon because God made everything perfect for His people, because God is love. God is the original extravagant Giver. He spoke radiant light. He spoke tossing, foaming oceans. He gave tangy oranges and crisp watermelons and sweet corn on the cob. He gave Great White Sharks with mouthfuls of razor teeth and grey armored rhinoceroses, and bald eagles sweeping and diving. They were just a few of the party favors, dinner entertainment to keep the guests busy before the wedding party could be introduced. He hung lights for the party, flinging handfuls of sparkling dust into the night sky. He stretched clouds, puffy and streaked around the horizon, and He heaped up snow-capped peaks all around the room. He touched the tops of some of the mountains and made them smoke and blow fire; He gave some of the angels missions streaking lightening and rumble thunder to pop and crack and boom for the festival. He made everything ready for His wedding day, and He spread a great lavish feast with fruits and vegetables, juices and fresh water, bread and wine: all of it in love, all of it with joyful expectation.

And all of it for us, His Bride. It was all an enormous wedding gift. It was a festival, a party, a celebration of His love for us. And when everything was ready, He made man in His own image, male and female, the guests of honor. It was our birthday and our wedding day, and even the love we shared was meant to point to Him, our Maker, our Husband, to His love embedded in the universe. The whole world was a proposal, God on bended knee, smiling proudly, “I love you. Will you marry me?” Continue Reading…

[Note: I've broken my sermon from last Sunday into two parts for navigating convenience. This is the first part: What Should We Expect to Find in the Bible?, and I've linked to the second post which was the second half of the sermon: The Gospel According to Gifts.]

This Fourth Sunday in Advent we continue our series Looking for Jesus: Learning to Read the Bible and the World Through New Eyes. This week we consider the question: What should we expect to find in the Bible? And our theme for our case study this week is Gifts.

How does this fit with Advent?
There’s usually a lot of talk around this time of year about finding the true meaning of Christmas. From Charlie Brown to the evening news, this phrase gets batted around and frequently buried beneath a pile of vague, sappy feelings. But you can tell a lot about what’s really going on in the face of tragedy. And we’ve had an up close example in the recent shooting in Connecticut. Some reported that following the shooting people were taking decorations down, others understandably felt the tension of try to celebrate in the face of such heartache. Still others have sought to weave their suffering into the celebration. One report said 20 trees were decorated in one place remembering the 20 children who lost their lives.

In the face of loneliness, in the face of pain, in the face of uncertainty, in the face of failure, in the face of regret, the shallow meaning of Christmas – some kind of warm fuzzy sentiment of goodwill and brotherhood strikes hollow. And if that’s all it is, then by all means, we should take the decorations down. 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…

[Note: I've broken my sermon into two parts for navigating convenience. This is the first part: How Should We Read the Bible?, and I've linked to the second post which was the second half of the sermon: The Gospel According to the Lights.]

This week we continue our series Looking for Jesus: Learning to Read the Bible & the World Through New Eyes. This week we ask the question: How Should We Read the Bible? And for our case study, we will look at the theme of Lights.

How does this fit with Advent?
As we celebrate Christ’s first Advent, we are praying that God would come open our eyes to see Jesus in His Word and in the World around us. So my goals are:

1. That you would love the Bible more and read it and study it more because you love Jesus more and you can’t stop finding Him (and His stories of grace) there.

2. That finding Jesus in the Bible would be the beginning of even greater wisdom in seeing Him in the story of your life and in the story of the world around you.

Jesus said that you can tell a tree by its fruit (Lk. 6:44), but we need wisdom for this. We need our senses exercised to discern both good and evil, and this comes through growing skillful in the word of righteousness (Heb. 5:12-14).

One of the great lies of evolutionary thought is that everything is random. But Jesus says that fig trees make figs, and bramble bushes always make thorns and never the other way around (Lk. 6:44). But paganism always wants random mutation. It wants bad trees to be able to make good fruit. And if evolution is true, then that is the way the world works because we all accidentally crawled up out of the primordial slime. But if God created the world from nothing, and has spoken it into existence, then His definitions matter. Plants must produce fruit and seeds according to their kinds. This is because this is how God has spoken the world, and this is how God has spoken in His Word. And God’s Word brings light and clarity and freedom. But the culture around us is busy trying to ignore God’s Word which is to invite darkness, necessarily blurring distinctions. That’s not a human being it’s a blob of tissue. That’s not a man or a woman, it’s a bisexual, transsexual, lesbian, gay, transgender, whatever. But the fruit of this redefining is rotten, ugly, violent, and dark. The fruit of this is a young man walking into an elementary school and massacring a classroom full of kindergartners. Continue Reading…

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Once upon a time, God created light. God spoke light. His first word was literally light. And it shone in the darkness. You could see because God had spoken. The Triune God, Father, Son, and Spirit, eternally, forever bound in an indescribable glory, an unapproachable light, created a visible glory, a visible light, a robe for His glory. And there was evening and morning.

And God created rulers for this dance: the sun, moon, and stars to divide the day from night, to be for days, seasons, and years, to rule the day and the night. First God made day and night, a 24 hour span, and then came the sun, moon, and stars, to orchestrate the dance, to divide between the day and the night. First came the tick, tick, ticking of the clock and then came the hands and the face, the signs for seasons, days, and years.

And then God created more rulers. God created man in His own image: He caused His face to shine upon them. And He told them to rule, to have dominion over the whole earth, like the stars. So God brought the animals unto Adam to see what he would call them. Adam’s eyes were full of light, God’s created light, and so Adam’s words named like God’s words.

But there was no helper found suitable for Adam, so God caused a deep sleep to come upon Adam, and Adam’s Day became Night. And during that Night, God built another light to shine next to Adam. So there at the top of the world on a mountain in Eden, God shared His glory robe with His children, clothing them in His light and love and grace, two stars created to grow up into greater glory, Kings and Queens of all creation, signs and rulers and time keepers.

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Once upon a time, God created life in excelsis and fruitfulness gushing, overflowing: plants and flowers exploding in aromas, colors, fruit; land animals scuffling, snorting, bellowing; sea creatures diving and spouting and swarming; birds singing, darting, perching, preening; and people laughing, dancing, running, leaping, building, painting, inventing, discovering (at least for a little while). In the beginning, the world teemed with life: energy, color, shape, beauty, goodness, and it was all spring loaded by the sheer Word of God’s blessing to multiply and grow and expand.

But Adam and Eve listened to another word, to the word of the serpent. They turned from the voice of God their Father. They listened to other voices. Though they, themselves, were made by that Word, in the image of God, they desired to be their own gods, to please themselves, to judge for themselves, to know for themselves. And as they chose to be their own gods, as they chose to turn away from the word of the God who had made them, they were choosing to leave His care, leave His world, leave His blessing and grace.

And so God spoke a different kind of word: “Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. And unto Adam he said, because thou hast hearkened unto the voice of thy wife, and hast eaten of the tree, of which I commanded thee, saying thou shalt not eat of it; cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life…” (Gen. 3:16-17) And so came death, darkness, separation, sorrow, pain, struggle, conflict, emptiness: there would be pain in child bearing; there would be thorns and weeds; and the weight of sin would begin pulling their bodies back down into the ground they were taken from. God sent them out of the garden clothed in the skins of animals, but they were sent out into the wasteland, to the east, into exile, into the wilderness, away from the tree of life, away from the presence of their Father. Continue Reading…

[Note: I've broken my sermon into two parts for navigating convenience. This is the first part: Why Should We Read the Bible?, and I've linked to the second post which was the second half of the sermon: The Gospel According to the Wasteland.]

This week we continue our series Looking for Jesus: Learning to Read the Bible & the World Through New Eyes. This week we ask the question: Why Should We Read the Bible? And for our case study, we will look at the themes of exile and barrenness.

How does this fit with Advent?
We said last week that like the saints of the Old Covenant, we are looking for Jesus in at least two senses: We are blind and need to see Him in the Scriptures, and we need to see Him in our world, in our stories. And these two things are connected.

Luke 24 recounts the famous story of the two disciples leaving Jerusalem in sadness and disappointment. They had hoped that Jesus was the Messiah, the One who was to redeem Israel. But when the risen Jesus overtakes them and begins talking to them, they do not recognize Him. As they explain their disappointment and sadness, Jesus calls them fools for being “slow of heart to believe all that the prophets have spoken,” and Luke says, “And beginning at Moses and all the prophets, he expounded unto them in all the scriptures the things concerning himself.” (Lk. 24:25, 27) The disciples didn’t recognize Jesus right in front of them because they had not recognized Jesus in the Scriptures. They didn’t know the part of the story they were in because they didn’t know the story of Scripture. And left to ourselves, we’re foolish disciples, blind and deaf and can’t see or hear Jesus in the Bible or in our stories, unless Jesus opens our eyes. All of us are looking for Jesus at various points along the road to Emmaus this Advent and Christmas. All of us are in the same predicament as Ezekiel when he was commanded to preach to the dry bones (Ez. 37). Can dry bones live? If God is willing, the Spirit will cause the Word to give life. Continue Reading…

In our Old Testament reading this morning, we read the famous Shema of Israel, the Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God is one Lord. Here, God reminds Israel that they are to love God with all that they are, and that they are to teach that faith to their children by talking about it all the time and putting reminders of it everywhere: on the refrigerator, on the dashboard of the pickup, and at city hall.

One of the things we learn as we read the Bible and see what the world around us means is that God is our Father and we are His children, and that means He shows us how to do it. He created this world in order to constantly teach us about loving Him, and He decorated this world with constant reminders so that we would remember to love Him. The heavens declare the glory of God, the firmament sheweth His handiwork. Day unto day, uttereth speech, night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out into all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. His invisible attributes have been clearly seen by all, since the creation of the world. Creation can’t stop talking about God. For example, trees are constantly reminding us of people, of God’s people, of wicked people, of fruitfulness and life, and reminding us and pointing us to the cross of Jesus, our tree of life. Continue Reading…

Once upon a time, the universe was born, and on the third day, still wet and wriggling, a Wind blew over the surface of the waters and dry ground emerged. But the wind was singing a song that said green and grow and millions of tiny grains and seeds cracked, and vibrant, verdant blades pushed up through the drying mud. Supple saplings, leafy bushes, crawling vines. The ground inhaled the light and warm air and exhaled plants and trees and grasses.

Some of these arched up into the sky with vehemence and enthusiasm, ever expanding broad and hard, full of pith and rings, rough, knobby skins, armored with deeply creased bark. And these same wooden bodies shot out arms, flexing in the sunlight, full of more branches, fingers spreading, flayed toward heaven, holding up glorious canopies of green, leafy long hair swaying in the breezes.

Buds broke out like fists and opened like fingers in orange and red and pink and purple flowers. And some of those blossoms closed again, molting, shaking off youthful nectar for mounds slowly inflating with juice and juicy fibers: fruits red and green and orange and purple and yellow: apples, oranges, pineapples, grapes, coconuts.

Three days later, the Wind blew over the ground again, and wriggling, crawling, roaring, howling beasts pushed up out of the mud. And finally, with special care, a man stood up tall and glorious with laughter in his eyes and a song in his chest. He raised strong arms into the wind, extending fingers to heaven. Hours later, another like him stood at his pierced side, even more glorious, a canopy of hair blowing in the breeze, a flower made to become fruitful, a woman. Continue Reading…