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Derek Webb

For the longest time Derek Webb had confused me. I started really listening to music long after Caedmon’s Call had come onto the music scene, and even after Webb had released his first couple solo albums, but somehow I got exposed to Webb in more-or-less chronological order. First I heard those classic Caedmon’s songs–Thankful, Thy Mercy, Table for Two, Forty Acres, Lead of Love, Shifting Sand, etc–that in my estimation earned the band the title of Most Calvinist Band Ever. And then I heard that classic, unmatched Webb album She Must and Shall Go Free, which to this day I declare the best album on the Church in the history of the Christian music industry. After that I stumbled into some later Webb–The Ringing Bell, parts of Mockingbird–the albums which saw Webb shift the attentions of his songwriting genius to more didactic, more politically minded music. Then at this point, I think I went out of order and discovered The House Show, which still makes me rather mad that I never got to see the old Webb in concert. I’ve never heard a musician preach the Gospel like that at a concert. Anyways, at this point I was sold on Webb, and a full-out part of the niche market (of YRR’s) that he had carved out for himself, and so I awaited the release of the “controversial” Stockholm Syndrome with eager anticipation, a little annoyed at how ridiculous he was being but nonetheless expecting great things from it, due to all the hype. And then when I finally got the album, and listened to it five, maybe ten, times through, and started to try to interpret/understand it, and then talked to other people who had listened to it about what they made of the album, I started to get confused. And the reason why is that I really didn’t see the Gospel anywhere. I mean, if I looked really hard and read way in between the lines and drew meaning out of obscure places, I could see it. But in general, as a whole, the main gist of the album was not a bold declaration of the Gospel, even though “the truth is never sexy”–no, instead all I could really see what bitterness, and outrage, and angst (and ironically, he was bitter/angry at fundies/conservatives for being hateful/hypocritical). And I had to ask myself: “How could Webb have forgotten the Gospel? He appeared to have understood it so well, and articulated it better than anyone else in the Christian music industry, but where is it now in his music? I can’t even find it–and what I do find instead looks an awfully lot like the worst kind of liberal Christianity: evangelical-hating social gospel.”

But recently, a thought hit me, and I think it works if you trace it through the history of Webb’s career. Is it possible that Webb was never really as obsessed with reformed theology, and the local church, and Gospel-centered living as he made it out to be, but that in reality he just likes being edgy? That deep down, what drives him is simply a desire to be critical, to be on the outskirts, to be contrary to what’s popular? For the record, I hope not. But let me try to walk through his career, in just a sentence, to try to show how I think it works. Webb was a calvinist before it was cool; Webb preached the importance of community when mega-churches were booming; Webb sang against trusting in government right as (Christian) conservatives were celebrating victory; Webb lashed out at right wing fundies about their treatment of homosexuals while evangelical leaders stressed the importance of preserving the sanctity of marriage and not defiling the pulpit. And now Webb has released an album challenging the “conventional” concept of what “worship music” is. Sounds kinda like being edgy for edginess sake to me.

What do you think?

Who are your companions?

“Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise,
but the companion of fools will suffer harm.”
- Proverbs 13:20 ESV

If you counted websites, television shows, and musical artists as companions, would you say you’re walking with the wise or the foolish?

Shared from JoshHarris.com

A Christian Can Defeat Himself in Two Ways

A Christian can defeat himself in two ways: one is to forget the holiness of God and the fact that sin is sin. The Bible calls us to an ever deeper commitment in giving ourselves to Christ for him to produce his fruit through us.

The other is to allow himself to be worn out by Christians who turn Christianity into a romanticism. The realism of the Bible is that God does not excuse sin, but neither is he finished with us when he finds sin in us. And for this we should be thankful.

- Francis Schaeffer, No Little People

Shared from Kingdom People

God is THE Artist.

As someone who is particularly fond of art (and God, for that matter), I find it wonderful to take a walk through nature. Even when it’s just kind of a small wooded area behind my apartment. Today’s walk brought to mind something I haven’t quite considered before: God is a fantastic artist. He uses all the rules of good design and color theory. And then some. Not only that, but God’s art in nature is always changing, yet somehow still remains beautiful. I don’t know about you, but if I tried to make art that was always slowly changing and was never the same twice, I would fail miserably. I just want to reflect on a few of the amazing things God does in nature all the time:

Most Importantly, God Knows That Form Without Function Is Bad Design:
All of these examples are interesting in that the beauty of them is only because they have a function.

God Uses the Complementary Color Scheme:
Sunsets. Sunrises. They are both undisputedly wonderful. And why is that? Well, you see, the sky is blue because of light hitting the particles in the air. (I promise not to be too science-y) And when the sun is at the horizon, the light must pass through much more atmosphere than at noon, so the longer wavelengths of light (blue’s complement: orange) pass through and show up beautifully against the blue sky. Complementary colors are the bomb.

God Knows About Accent Colors:
So, most plants are green, right? Right. Well, when plants want to get bees to pollinate them so they can make fruit so that they can spread their seeds around so that there can be more of themselves in the future, they make sure the bees can see them by putting out flecks of color that aren’t green. Thus, accent colors.

God Uses the Supplementary Color Scheme:
Even though when the leaves change colors in fall it is because they are dying, it’s still beautiful! There are very few things I like seeing more than a tree that has the full gradient of green fading to yellow fading to orange fading to that deep rusty red color. Also, I love seeing the similarly colored plants in a wild field, one that never gets mowed or it too far from anywhere to be mowed, when there are patches of light yellow grass, dark green grass, and reddish grass intermixing.

God Also Uses the Monochromatic Color Scheme:
I’ve barely ever seen any, but Birch forests are wonderfully beautiful in my opinion. Birches are those tall spindly trees with the black and white bark. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go google “birch forest” right now. A monochromatic color scheme is when an artist uses black and white and one other color, and birch forests are a beautiful example, wether the other color is green in the spring and summer, or orange in the winter, it’s always breathtaking.

Of course, it would be ridiculous to say that God is the one using our rules of design. It makes much more sense to say that our rules of design stem from the pleasing things we see all around us that God has created. (and isn’t it just grand that God didn’t make us utilitarian creatures? That he made us so that even the necessary things in life have beauty and pleasure in them? It really is awe-inspiring.

Seeker-Sensitivity, Not Just Necessary for Quidditch.

Okay, you’ll really have to forgive me for that terrible pun, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.

Where do you stand on the subject of churches being “seeker-sensitive’? Obviously there is a place where the Church could go too far, but what’s the opposite end of that spectrum? Does God want us to hide the message of the gospel behind oozy layers of smoke, lights, and ambiguous CCM music, or does he want us to yell the gospel at anyone who comes within yelling distance of us?

I feel like lately, I, as well as many friends of mine, have been unfairly bashing the seeker-sensitive movement, saying that it obscures the gospel and the message of the Church (and, as an aside, I feel it necessary to point out the irony that I am currently working on another post about how American Christianity and American Patriotism are far too closely bound up in one another.) Anyway, I think it necessary to point out that the whole movement wouldn’t have started if there weren’t need for it. Have some pushed it too far into the gospel-obscuring range? I think so, but, have others brought it too far back in the other direction? Maybe.

What do you think?

The Purpose of Social Media: A Response

[This, of course, is my response to the question raised by Eric in the directly preceding post. Please feel more than welcome to join our conversation. But in the comments, of course. Please don't try to hack our blog and create an account for yourself. Unless you're Andrew, in which case you should feel free to do so. Anyways, back to the article.]

In the previous post, Eric asked “What is the purpose of Social Media?”* And just to clarify, I think that his question was not meant literally, but was rather asking, “In light of the chief end of man (to glorify God and enjoy Him forever), to what extent ought the Christian participate in social media? Can it be edifying and beneficial, or is it inherently pointless?”** So that’s the question I’m going to attempt to answer.

In my response to Eric’s original post (see the first comment), I established that I don’t believe any of the social media to be inherently wrong, or even inherently frivolous. However, I believe that Christians who choose to engage in social media on the interweb*** need to be careful to not fall into several of the traps that Eric listed–namely, the addictive, self-promoting, and time-wasting nature of many forms of social media. We must make sure that in all our actions, including what we do on the internet, we are living out our purpose (soli deo gloria), and not just doing stuff because we want to. Jonathan Edwards wrote when he was still young, “Resolved, Never, henceforward, till I die, to act as if I were any way my own, but entirely and altogether God’s”–we have been bought with a price. I don’t think we fully realize the seriousness and totality of this call, but if we have resolved that we don’t want to waste our lives–that we want to give God glory with our lives–then we must lay hold of that principle. Edwards’ Resolutions can once again be helpful to us here: he also wrote, “Resolved, Never to lose one moment of time, but to improve it in the most profitable way I possibly can”. If we take serious the call of Christ to take up our cross, deny ourselves, and follow Him, we must adopt a similar attitude to what Edwards expressed.

Now, I want to make a slight caveat at this point to keep from erring on the side of radical asceticism. I am not proposing that Christians can never do anything simply “for the fun of it”. I am not suggesting that all forms of entertainment are inherently wrong. I am not even implying that we should always have spiritual thoughts forefront in our minds. I believe there is a place for doing crazy and/or somewhat pointless stuff for the sake of fellowship and building relationships. I believe there is a time to just kick back and watch a movie or read a book because you’re stressed out and need to just wind down. And I certainly believe that it’s possible to honor God in all things without actually consciously thinking the thought “God, I give you glory in this”. But here’s what I am saying: if we really believe that true joy and true satisfaction and ultimate fulfillment are found in Christ alone, then we must determine what it means to abide in and treasure Christ in the midst of ordinary, everyday life that goes beyond just “having a quiet time”. We must be intentional about what we do with our time and energy and resources, asking “how will this enable me to better love God with my heart/soul/mind/strength?”

Okay, so now to get to the question of social media. Here would be my rule of thumb for the use of social media (and time spent on the internet in general for that matter): am I using this _______ as a tool for the development of the kingdom in my life and/or others’ lives, or is it simply something I do for the fun of it? And if the answer is the latter, that doesn’t necessarily mean you should cut it off altogether, because like I said earlier, I believe there is a time for doing stuff for the fun of it. But I would submit that that amount of time should be severely limited. And I mean pretty severely. I remember in perhaps the best Piper sermon I’ve heard****, he says “If you watch TV and don’t read biographies, then you’re…making a mistake” (he wanted to say worse, I think, but managed to restrain himself). So I think that a decent test to see if we are spending too much time in leisure–just doing things for the fun of it–would be to consider what we are or are not doing, like reading, spending time in serious prayer, carving out intentional time to evangelize, etc. And if we aren’t doing those things, but are spending three or four hours a week on social media just for the fun of it, we might be wasting our lives.

Now, if the answer to the question (tool or pleasure) is that we are using the social media as a tool, then I think we are on the right track to being good stewards of the time God gives us. What remains to ask is how effective we are being with our time, how pure our motives are, and how important the “work” we are doing on said social media needs to be in our priorities. I really appreciate Eric bringing this question up, because those of us who blog and tweet and facebook need to stop occasionally–often, actually–and reevaluate what exactly we are doing and why we are doing it, to ensure that we really do love God with all our hearts, and all our minds, and all our strength, and all our time, and all our resources, and all our blogs, and all our words. Let us not waste our lives, but press on toward the goal, which is to know Christ more.

Soli Deo Gloria

*By “social media”, I’m assuming that he is referring to social networking sites (facebook, twitter, myspace, etc) and the blogosphere. Perhaps this is a slightly flawed definition, but it’ll have to do for now.
**I’m assuming that this was really his question. If not, then I guess you’ll get a nice little unasked spiel from me for free. But I guess everything on Mere is both unasked and free, so it wouldn’t really be anything new.
***I’m pretty sure that at some point, this word originated as an inside joke somewhere, but from what I can tell, has passed into common usage to refer to the internet. Also, I’m trying to jack up my footnote count.
****It’s called “How to Fight for Joy”, I believe. In other news, I’d like to draw your attention to the fact that I’ve reached the point with asterisks that it’s starting to look like I wanted to cuss but edited myself. Which is awesome. #excessivefootnotesftw

The Purpose of Social Media

What is the purpose of social media?

Let me begin with my initial ideas:

Social media is addicting. Apparently, activity on your wall or blog causes a reaction similar to feeling affection, which therefore causes addiction (see this). And addiction to anything isn’t terribly good (quite the contrary, I’d argue).

Social media is inherently self-promoting. This is and the previous point are similar. As men, we can easily want to be more in the opinion of others, and social media can so cause self-centeredness, which is absolutely contrary to the way God wants us to live. Trevin wax makes this point here.

Social media is time consuming. To this I’m sure we can all testify first-hand. How long do you spend blogging, tweeting, or Facebooking? And what fruits do we bear? In Trevin’s post above, he writes that he needs to “take a step back and evaluate the spiritual effects (both good and bad)” of social media. Does the time we spend justify our use of it?

I see these three points primarily as results of using social media, and I make them without regard to [social media's] actual purposes. So, what is the purpose of social media? How would you reconcile these three points with social media’s real purposes?

And specifically, how would you reconcile these three points with a blog’s purpose? Facebook’s purpose? Twitter’s purpose?

Why I Didn’t Like The Idiot and Random Musings on Literature

I told Andrew that I didn’t like The Idiot (by Fyodor Dostoevsky), which I believe is one of his favorite books (or so I understood), and he asked me to explain. So here it is.

The reason I didn’t like The Idiot is this: it paints a hopeless picture of the world. After finishing the book, I was left with a sense almost of despair. It left me not wishing that the story hadn’t ended, but with a feeling of relief that is was done, although it was a bittersweet relief, because the ending is so depressing that it doesn’t even feel right to end it there. I understand the Dostoevsky was an existentialist, and so this is what I should expect, but even in the extremely dark book Brothers Karamazov, there was at least hope in the end. Things started toward a path of redemption: Characters grew better, not worse; their struggles and conflicts and mistakes ended up being redeemed, not culminated in destruction; the moral of the book seemed to be one of faith and perseverance, rather than emptiness and perversion.

(At this point, if you haven’t read The Idiot, you can probably skip this paragraph and not really miss anything.)
Maybe I’ve misunderstood what Dostoevsky was saying in The Idiot, I don’t know. I’m not very experienced in interpreting fiction or picking up on what the author was really trying to convey–I’m very willing to admit that–but the primary feeling I got from reading the book was simply depression. I mean, everything just seems to go horribly wrong. The main character goes from healthy to sick again, form totally innocent to morally confused, from simply naïve to socially embarrassing, from in love with a either a madwoman or a whore (it’s hard to really say which–even the characters are quite undecided on this one) to in love with a spoiled brat, and in my opinion from mostly likeable to completely incomprehensible. And you know, I never really understood how Mishkyn (the main character) is any sort of Christ figure at all. I just don’t see it. Oh, and another thing: I feel like Dostoevsky’s portrayal of humanity is even worse than we actually are. I mean, everyone (with the exception of Ganya’s family) is totally absurd. I know (God is great, beer is good, and) people are crazy, but I feel like he’s pushing it a little too far. Some of the things his characters do and say are so off the wall it’s hard for me to relate.
(End rant about everything I didn’t like about the book. I’ve already covered way too much for Andrew to respond to at once.)

I guess this is what it boils down to: when I picked up the book, I expected, as I do with all (fiction) books, to be caught up in the beautiful language, captured by the depths of the characters, engaged by the twists and turns of the plot, and overall–this is the main one–encouraged by the essence of the story. When I read a book, I want to be transported to another place, which perhaps is not always easier or more pleasant or nicer or “better” than the real world, but at least is a place where things go right. If I want to see things go wrong, I don’t have to look very far: the news, the world and our country and our city and the Church and my own heart are full enough of prime examples of things going wrong. When I read a story I want to be reminded that things won’t always be this way. That one day, when the King returns, all things will be made right, and the ground will yield fruit and crops instead of thorns and thistles, and the lion will lie down beside the lamb instead of eating it, and the son will love his brother instead of killing him. That one day, there will be no more tears caused by suffering and grief, that there will be no more scars left from hurt and pain, no more destruction caused by wicked people (us) doing wicked things. That one day, things won’t be broken anymore.

I know I’ve probably said before (and I probably said it in a really snobby, arrogant way–sorry for my stupidity) that “I hate cliché stories, where the good guy always wins and gets the girl, and that I prefer more realistic books, where bad stuff happens and sometimes the bad guy wins, because that’s how it goes in the real world”. I sincerely apologize if I said something like that to you. I see the error of my ways, and I understand now why so many stories end in that “cliché” way. It’s because that’s how they should end. If this world was how it should be, the good guy would beat the bad guy and get the girl. And so we keep reading those books and watching those movies because it reminds us of the world how it could be, and should be, and will be one day.

So the reason why I didn’t like The Idiot is that there was no hope. And because of God’s grace in Christ Jesus, there is always hope for us. So while I appreciate a realistic view of man’s depravity, a story is not realistic that does not include hope. Because “hope does not disappoint”.

So there you have it, Andrew. Feel free to rebut any and every part of this post that you see fit.

Some Meditations on Creation

[For an explanation/back-story of this little bit of flowery prose, see my post about it on my home blog.]

Today is a beautiful day. The sun has stayed mostly hidden behind some scattered cumulous clouds, and a gentle breeze provides some welcoming relief from the normally stifling Houston humidity. As I sat in on my bed reading I thought to myself: why am I sitting inside my stuffy little room when it is so nice outside? So I grabbed my notebook and Bible and jumped in my car and drove to the nearest place where I figured I could find some nature to sit and write in.

I decided to go to the creek that runs behind the Heatherwood clubhouse, and try to find somewhere relatively shady to plop down. Big Cypress Creek is normally a pretty serene place, at least as serene as you can get in the middle of a large residential zone. This time of year everything is bright green, and the grassy weeds on the broad banks–which slope down gently until they abruptly stop about ten feet from each other, in which chasm a lazy, dirty creek meanders along–is well over knee-high, and starting to be strewn with all the different varieties of Texas wildflowers. A fairly wide strip of level ground on either side of the banks is regularly mowed, and both sides have well-worn paths–one dirt, the other paved–which account for most of the human traffic I’ve encounter in the spot I chose.

That spot is a large, scraggly willow tree, that by some incredible feat of nature, has grown almost completely parallel to the ground, rather than the vertical orientation one might expect to find in trees. Towards the base of the tree the trunk is only a couple feet off the ground, and then it suddenly angles up to about chest-high, where it levels off and then zig-zags up a again a few more times. On the lowest little perch I sat down–it’s conveniently about the height of a low couch–facing a thin little forest of oaks and pines and assorted shrubs which encloses the banks on one side of the creek. At my back is an old, rusted, but quite sturdy iron passenger bridge that spans the seventy-five or so feet across the creek and connects my neighborhood to the paved path on the far side of the creek. The only sounds that reach my ears are the distant hum of traffic from the nearby road, the occasional quiet rumble of the gusting wind, the ever-present cricket chorus and songbird ensemble, and the occasional pop from the air-pistol of a couple junior high boys who seem intent on shooting a blue jay or a squirrel or something.

But now I’ve strayed far from what I originally intended to write about. As I sat in this beautiful, peaceful little spot and enjoyed the wholesome effects of simply being inside and admiring nature, I began to examine the tree I am sitting on. About an arms reach away from me a small shoot comes off the trunk of the tree, the only kind of branch on willows that has any leaves on it. But as I looked at it a little longer, I noticed that most of the leaves are half-eaten and discolored: a rare dark green, a sharp contrast to the bright, lively shades one normally finds in Houston during Spring. So I looked further down the branch and discovered that it is twisted at the base–a practically dead branch. I concluded that such was the cause of the branch’s demise, and continued to look around me and enjoy this beautiful day. But then as I stared out at the creek, I noticed that another branch right in front of me, not the object of my focus but in between me and what I was looking at, is also similarly disfigured like the other branch. The leaves are full of holes, and appear as if most of them had bites taken out of them from some herbivore, still others are completely gone, and all alike are that same sickly dark green color. So I looked up and down the branch, but this one looks like it should have been totally healthy, for it grows upwards, strong and straight. So then I glanced around at all the branches of this tree I had chosen to sit on, and to my surprise I noticed something which I have never seen before (and I have been by this tree many times): the entire tree is diseased. Every single leaf on that tree is eaten, or getting eaten, or about to be eaten, by whatever it is that has infected this tree. From a distance the tree looks perfectly healthy, a bit strange, perhaps, because of it’s horizontal growth, but nonetheless quite sturdy and green. But up close, as I sit right here next to it (or on it, I suppose), I can very clearly perceive that it is far from healthy, and in fact it is probably long past any hope of remedy. I doubt that any insecticide or fungicide or iron supplement or other fertilizer could nurse this tree back to health.

And it strikes me: this is the effect of the fall. No matter how strong nature may look, or how perfect nature may seem, or how wholesome nature may feel–She is still sin-sick. Creation is subjected to entropy and death and futility because of the Fall of Man from the paradise of the Garden, and so She will remain until after the last tear falls*. As I said at first, today is a beautiful day, and our Creator God is good, and so is the work that He has made. But oh, how my soul longs and groans with creation for the day when all things will be made right! When not only the new heaven, but the new earth will be revealed, and God will bring about the redemption of our bodies–our adoption as Sons and Daughters–and the restoration of all Creation!

But as for now, I will gladly soak in the sights and sounds from “the windows in the world, a little glimpse of all the goodness getting through”*, and the mere reflections of the glory to come. And I will keep loving and learning and longing to better know my great God and Savior, and I will keep crying out to Him: “Oh, let it be known, that You are the Lord of all of Creation! Oh, let it be seen, that You have the strength to make everything whole!”

And all the earth awaits and groans
The day of Resurrection
Our souls alike yearn for the day
When we shall reach perfection
For on that Day we’ll see His Face
To which we’ve been conformed
We’ll join the rest of God’s creation
Singing “Glory to the Lamb”

*Credit to Andrew Peterson

Nothing

We sit and think, but Nothing sings
We lie and dream, but Nothing sees
We try to feel, but Nothing’s real
We blankly stare, but Nothing’s there

God, save us from Nothing
Else it’s what we’ll become