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No Energy

My energy level is not good these days. I don’t think I have energy to write much here. I’ll try to keep some stuff going from time to time. 

Also, I am considering trying a weekly (short) video talking about what I’ve been learning from the Bible. It could possibly turn into a Q&R thing. Interested?

Quiet

Iain Provan speaks of the lack of silence in our experience.

Silence is undervalued in the noisy, intrusive world that most of us inhabit. Constant traffic and chatter surround us in our public spaces, and where these are mercifully quieted for a time, their place is taken by endless radio music and inanity. We retreat to our homes, but then we voluntarily recreate the noisy world there as well. The TV provides constant background noise, whether it presses on us the fantasies of soaps and movies or the horrors of the endless daily chat shows, with their multitudes who want their chance to speak but in truth have little to say.

The evidence suggests that we are afraid of silence—discomfited by it and unable to deal with it. There must be noise—any noise. I have personally witnessed in our home the panicked disorientation of a young child, visiting for the afternoon, who was unable to locate a TV in our main living space and, without this comforting presence, seemed unsure what to do with himself. We have all met his adult counterparts, and perhaps we ourselves are some of those. We have, in essence, made it extraordinarily difficult for ourselves in all our technological sophistication to “be still, and know that I am God” (Ps. 46:10).

This is a tragedy, but it is also a perceived necessity. Silence gives us too much time to think, and thinking raises too many awkward questions we do not wish to address about the nature of reality and our personal identity and destiny. We live in a culture that therefore feels a deep need to push reality as far away as possible and uses noise to this end. We have become, corporately, the man in the doctor’s waiting room who feels compelled to break the silence with an asinine, jovial comment.

If it is bad enough that the culture should be of this inclination, it is entirely tragic that the people of God, who are called to witness to a different reality, should be found playing the same game. Christians, too, often inhabit all-too-noisy space. Their noise is more religious, perhaps, but it is still noise. “Worship services” provide little opportunity for silent awe in the presence of God but plenty of opportunity for performance on the part of a select few professional speakers and musicians, who fill all the space with their words and sounds. Other gatherings of the church are characterized by relentless activity. It is Christian activity, of course, but it still fills the space that might be taken by silent adoration. Thus, “church” comes to resemble simply another form of human group endeavor and indeed often comes to mimic in a serious way the culture around it that is supposedly governed by different values. “Church” is increasingly thought of in terms of organization rather than of people worshiping God together, and leaders bring business and management models to bear on its development—planning growth, programming success, and managing change.

Iain Provan, Ecclesiastes, Song of Songs, The NIV Application Commentary (Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 2001), 120–121.

Unhappy Business

I, the Teacher [the Sage], when king over Israel in Jerusalem, applied my mind to seek and to search out by wisdom all that is done under heaven; it is an unhappy business that God has given to human beings to be busy with. (Ecclesiastes 1:12–13, NRSV)

It’s Friday morning. Looking back over the week, I’d say I didn’t accomplish all that much. Certainly nothing that will change the world for the better.

Come Monday morning, I’ll rehearse the drudgery of another week starting. A measure of hope for the week will be balanced by a pound of reality.

The Sage is a realist. So am I.

I always thought it would be fun to be idealistic. But I’ve never been able to pull it off.

Life is an unhappy business.

A Vapor

Life is a vapor. You know it’s true, but do you really know it’s true?

Perhaps, like me, you live on the knife’s edge of not knowing when your terminal disease will enter its final phase. (“It could be six months or it could be six years.”) You know life is a vapor.

Perhaps your kid grew up and left home before you knew it was happening. You know life is a vapor.

Perhaps you reflect on missed opportunities and regretful decisions in your past. You know life is a vapor.

Qoheleth, the Sage, doesn’t give us much hope. You live, you die, you’re dead. That didn’t last long, did it? And it didn’t mean much, did it?

You won’t be remembered. Your accomplishments will be forgotten. Your legacy will be nil. Someone else will own your stuff.

Not for nothing do they call him the Sage.

There is hope in Jesus, of course. Jesus is going about restoring the world to its correct state and we who are in Jesus will be raised into that glorious world and live in his presence. But it’s more authentic to put that in your back pocket while reading the Sage and pull it out later.

Nothing but a vapor.

Qohelet

I began a careful reread of Ecclesiastes this morning. This really is one of my favorite books in the Bible. I think that most people don’t take it as seriously as it requires. Usually people treat it as an example of bad theology or as a cautionary tale. There’s a lot more there than that. I’ve heard people say that the ending is the only part that really matters. I disagree. I know people whose only encounter with Ecclesiastes is through a pop/folk song from the sixties. They are missing out.

The early Fathers seemed to lean toward an interpretation of Ecclesiastes as a warning that the things of this world are to be avoided because we have our citizenship somewhere else. The Reformers (especially Luther) were more like, “Normal everyday life is a blessing from God. Enjoy it.” I suspect that the writer meant both/and or somewhere between the two extremes.

Vanity. Vapor. The wind. What does הֲבֵ֤ל (hăḇēl) mean?

The biblical data points in two directions: 1. Sometimes it means ephemeral existence and 2. Sometimes it means insubstantial existence. In other words, sometimes it means “quickly gone” and sometimes it means “meaningless”.

It’s not uncommon for words to carry multiple meanings. Don’t be thrown by that.

We must be careful to not confuse the two meanings. Sometimes things that don’t last long are anything but meaningless. Remember Abel (הֶ֙בֶל֙, heḇel)? He didn’t last long; his life was anything but meaningless. In fact, he was killed because God had regard for him and not his brother. Being regarded by God is fairly well meaningful.

Also notice the similarity between his name and our word of the day. Coincidence? I think not.

I hope to share what I learn as I learn it and what I think as I think it. My opinions are my own and not generally vetted by the guild of biblical scholars. But I am mostly orthodox. You could look it up.

Singular Spirit

I finished (for the time being) my study of Philippians this morning. I noticed something in the final verse that I want to share.

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. (Philippians 4:23, NRSV)

 Ἡ χάρις τοῦ κυρίου Ἰησοῦ Χριστοῦ μετὰ ⸂τοῦ πνεύματος⸃ ὑμῶν. (Philippians 4:23, NA28)

Here is what I noticed:

  • “your” is plural
  • but “spirit” is singular

Paul did not say, “The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirits.”

Throughout the letter, Paul has been urging more unity on the Philippian church. In many ways, that’s the most important subject Paul covers in this letter, and in many of his letters. Church unity is extremely important.

So important, in fact, that Paul views a church as having a singular spirit.

My church is too divided to say it has a singular spirit. How about yours?

Psalm 1

Happy are those
who do not follow the advice of the wicked,
or take the path that sinners tread,
or sit in the seat of scoffers;
but their delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law they meditate day and night.
They are like trees
planted by streams of water,
which yield their fruit in its season,
and their leaves do not wither.
In all that they do, they prosper.

The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the LORD watches over the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.

(Psalm 1, NRSV)

No Christian thinks it’s a good idea to follow the advice of wicked people. Or to live the way sinners live. Or the hang out with those who scoff at God. We’ve all been trained better than that.

But do we go so far as to take our delight in the law of the Lord, in the Bible? Are we nerdy enough about our faith that we actually spend gobs of time not only reading, but actually wallowing in the Bible? Do we think about it, ponder it, study it, puzzle over it, meditate on it? Is it a passion with us?

The Bible is an endless stream of refreshment. If we put our roots down next to it, we will never want for water. We will be fruitful and we won’t wither when the heat is on. We will carry on with it.

Wicked people don’t do that, and they are swept away. Righteous people do that and they stand.

What about the lukewarm, the in-betweeners? I’d rather not find out.

Their End is Destruction

For many live as enemies of the cross of Christ; I have often told you of them, and now I tell you even with tears. Their end is destruction; their god is the belly; and their glory is in their shame; their minds are set on earthly things. (Philippians 3:18–19, NRSV)

I fully believe — though I’m humble enough to say that I could be wrong — that Paul is referring here to people in the church who think they are following Jesus, but they have actually become his enemies. They have drifted into a state of affairs that causes them to work against him instead of for him.

  • They have lost focus on what is important.
  • They focus on what is actually shameful.
  • They care more about themselves than about Christ’s body.
  • They are headed toward death rather than life.

I can see these people in every church I’ve been part of. They are upset by practices they don’t prefer. They complain about everything in the church. They couldn’t care less about church unity.

Their end is destruction.

I add my tears to those of the apostle.