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Fussing

Sunday, March 28th, 2010

Here’s a convicting quote from George MacDonald; far too often, I also fuss over small, trifling things, and waste my time fretting about unimportant quarrels and worries… I should be able to let these small things go when they are taken from me or lost, not because it is wrong to care for them, but because I know my sovereign God ordains even the smallest things that come to pass, such as, losing a book or picking the checkout line in the grocery store that has the most annoying person in the store in front of me. :-P

This quote is taken from a book of George MacDonald quotes, compiled by C.S. Lewis.

We, too, dull our understandings with trifles, fill the heavenly spaces with phantoms, waste the heavenly time with hurry. When I trouble myself over a trifle, even a trifle confessed — the loss of some little article, say — spurring my memory, and hunting the house, not from immediate need, but from dislike of loss; when a book has been borrowed of me and not returned, and I have forgotten the borrower, and fret over the missing volume… is it not time I lost a few things when I care for them so unreasonably? This losing of things is of the mercy of God: it comes to teach us to let them go. Or have I forgotten a thought that came to me, which seemed of the truth?… I keep trying and trying to call it back, feeling a poor man till that thought be recovered — to be far more lost, perhaps, in a notebook, into which I shall never look again to find it! I forgot that it is the live things God cares about.

— George MacDonald

Coram Deo!

Do Not Fret

Wednesday, March 24th, 2010

Here is a pertinent and perceptive quote from Dr. Benjamin Rush in light of the recent and disastrous passing of the “Healthcare” bill.

“The Constitution of this Republic should make special provision for medical freedom. To restrict the art of healing to one class will constitute the Bastille of medical science. All such laws are un-American and despotic. … Unless we put medical freedom into the constitution the time will come when medicine will organize into an undercover dictatorship and force people who wish doctors and treatment of their own choice to submit to only what the dictating outfit offers.”

And if you haven’t read it yet, you need to go read Doug Wilson’s take on Obama’s healthcare failure here. Doug Wilson really hit the nail on the head at the end, though, talking about figuring out what our response this healthcare monstrosity is:

The only real alternative for us is to worship Jesus Christ, who is the only true Savior. Our response to all this must not be limited to a truncated civic activity — letters, calls, signing, voting, that kind of thing. All lawful and appropriate, of course, but utterly inadequate in themselves to the need of the hour.

Our response to this must occur on a seven-day cycle — every Lord’s Day, we and our families need to assemble before the Lord and worship Him, cry out to Him, sing praise to Him, and feed on His Word while submitting ourselves to that Word. And why? “For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is our king; he will save us” (Is. 33:22).

And lastly, my daily reading of Proverbs happened to include these comforting verses:

Do not fret because of evildoers, Nor be envious of the wicked; For there will be no prospect for the evil man; The lamp of the wicked will be put out. — Proverbs 24: 19-20

Coram Deo~

I Bind Unto Myself Today

Wednesday, March 17th, 2010

Today is a feast day.

We are honoring and celebrating the courageous and godly St. Patrick of Ireland this March 17th in our grand custom of having a feast of corned beef, braised carrots, cabbage and potatoes, irish soda bread with butter, dubliner and dûnbarra cheeses, and guinness. I’m sure pictures will be forthcoming later from that.

Though our family loves our Irish roots, on St. Patrick’s Day we are less about celebrating all things Irish than we are about celebrating the godliness of a man who risked life and limb to strike the roots of paganism and solidify Christianity in one of the fiercest mission fields in all of Europe: Ireland, a fiercely heathen and barbaric nation that even practiced human sacrifice. St. Patrick should also be honored as a man who resolutely taught the Trinity, and the deity of the Christ, in an age where Arianism and Pelagianism were rampant heresies… how differently the history of Ireland (and even the history of the Christianity) would be if those heresies had taken root and spread like a rash through Druidic Ireland! Ireland was an anchor for Christianity later when the rest of Europe was crumbling politically and religiously, and St. Patrick’s monasteries preserved many Christian and classical works that would otherwise have been lost.

Of course, there are many myths surrounding St. Patrick — I think I’ve read every single one that’s been included in children’s picture books and history books about Ireland. St. Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland. St. Patrick demonstrated the Trinity to the Irish people by holding up a shamrock. St. Patrick performed miracles with his ash walking stick across all of Ireland. Differentiating now between legend and truth is rather impossible… many of these legends, though, are probably rooted in a grain of symbolic truth; driving the snakes out of Ireland is symbolic for St. Patrick driving the “snakes” of Pelagian heresy from the green shores of Ireland. And his 3-leaf clover illustration of the Trinity is really clever once you think about it.

My favorite “legend,” however, is the legend that St. Patrick wrote this renowned hymn, “St. Patrick’s Breastplate.” The words are attributed to St. Patrick, but some people think they could have been written in the 8th century instead. The beauty of this hymn or poem, however, is that it speaks of all the daily protections of Christ for our body and spirit; what do we have to fear when we bind Christ unto ourselves, and place Him to our right and our left, and behind and before us? Here is part of that hymn:

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, Christ when I arise,
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness,
Of the Creator of Creation.

So today, I am not simply celebrating my Irishness (St. Patrick wasn’t even Irish, he was from Britain), but I am celebrating a man of God who bound unto himself the strong name of the Trinity, and who left behind a mostly Christian Ireland when he died on March 17, 493. May my life likewise model that of St. Patrick’s: that Christ is in the heart of every man who thinks of me, every mouth that speaks of me, every eye that sees me, and every ear that hears me.

Now go feast. We are remembering again God’s love for us in Christ; and just as St. Patrick and St. Brigid did, we should in good and hearty conscience celebrate the fulness and richness of God’s gifts given to us on this earth. And let your souls upon remembering Christ cry, “Aye!”

Coram Deo!

Care Not

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

“If I were fruitless, it mattered not who commended me, but if I were fruitful, I cared not who condemned.”

— John Bunyan

Coram Deo!

Wreck the Heaven and Earth of Heathenism

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

“Indeed the Church from its beginnings, and perhaps especially in its beginnings, was not so much a principality as a revolution against the prince of the world. This sense that the world had been conquered by the great usurper, and was in his possession, has been much deplored or derided by those optimists who identify enlightenment with much ease. But it was responsible for all that thrill of defiance and a beautiful danger that made the good news seem to be really both good and new. It was in truth against a huge unconscious usurpation that it raised a revolt, and originally so obscure a revolt. Olympus still occupied the sky like a motionless cloud molded into many mighty forms; philosophy still sat in the high places and even on the thrones of the kings, when Christ was born in the cave and Christianity in the catacombs.

In both cases we may remark the same paradox of revolution; the sense of something despised and of something feared. The cave in one aspect is only a hole or corner into which the outcasts are swept like rubbish; yet in the other aspect it is a hiding-place of something valuable which the tyrants are seeking like treasure. In one sense they are there because the inn-keeper would not even remember them, and in another because the king can never forget them. We have already noted that this paradox appeared also in the treatment of the early Church. It was important while it was still insignificant, and certainly while it was still impotent. It was important solely because it was intolerable; and in that sense it is true to say that it was intolerable because it was intolerant. It was resented, because, in its own still and almost secret way, it had declared war. It had risen out of the ground to wreck the heaven and earth of heathenism. It did not try to destroy all that creation of gold and marble; but it contemplated a world without it. It dared to look right through it as though the gold and marble had been glass. Those who charged the Christians with burning down Rome with firebrands were slanderers; but they were at least far nearer to the nature of Christianity than those among the moderns who tell us that the Christians were a sort of ethical society, being martyred in a languid fashion for telling men that they had a duty to their neighbors, and only mildly disliked because they were meek and mild.”

— G.K. Chesterton, The Everlasting Man

Wisdom Revealed on Earth

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

“When did people being to abandon the worship of idols, unless it were since the very Word of God came among men? When have oracles ceased and become void of meaning, among Greeks and everywhere, except since the Saviour has revealed Himself on earth? When did those whom the poets call gods and heroes begin to be adjudged as mere mortals, except when the Lord took the spoils of death and preserved incorruptible the body He had taken, raising it from among the dead? Or when did the deceitfulness and madness of daemons fall under contempt, save when the Word, the Power of God, the Master of all these as well, condescended on account of the weakness of mankind and appeared on earth? When did the practice and theory of magic begin to be spurned under foot, if not at the manifestation of the Divine Word to men? In a word, when did the wisdom of the Greeks become foolish, save when the true Wisdom of God revealed Himself of earth? In old times the whole world and every place in it was led astray by the worship of idols, and men thought the idols were the only gods that were. But now all over the world men are forsaking the fear of idols and taking refuge with Christ; and by worshipping Him as God, they come through Him to know the Father also, Whom formerly they did not know.”

— St. Athanasius, On the Incarnation

Pray Contrary to Our Hearts

Thursday, January 14th, 2010

I loved this quote on prayer from Dietrich Bonhoeffer:

“If we want to read and to pray the prayers of the Bible and especially the Psalms, therefore, we must not ask first what they have to do with us, but what they have to do with Jesus Christ. We must ask how we can understand the Psalms and God’s Word, and then we shall be able to pray them. It does not depend, therefore, on whether the Psalms express adequately that which we feel at a given moment in our heart. If we are to pray aright, perhaps it is quite necessary that we pray contrary to our own heart. Not what we want to pray is important, but what God wants us to pray. If we were dependent entirely on ourselves, we would probably pray only the fourth petition of the Lord’s Prayer. But God wants it otherwise. The richness of the Word of God ought to determine our prayer, not the poverty of our heart.” —Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945)

Coram Deo!

Indistinguishable

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

The Christian mind has lo, these many years been pretty well switched off as far as ordinary life is concerned. It has taken what was available without asking any questions. Of course, in religion and morals it tried to do its own cooking; but across the rest of life—schooling, housing, marrying; working, playing, spending—it has been content to buy whatever packaged mixes were available on the shelves of the secular idea market. The result is that Christians, who would like to think they were different, have only succeeded in making themselves indistinguishable. They who would like to hope they had the answers, have only the same questions as the rest of the world. And so they sit on the sidelines, capable of an occasional pious comment…

— Robert Farrar Capon, best known for his book The Supper of the Lamb.

(quote stolen from the cavernous archives of Greg Wilbur’s Wilbur Blog of quotes.)

Autumn People

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

He tapped a yellowed newspaper ad dated October 12, 1888, and ran his fingernail under this:

J.C. COOGER AND G.M. DARK PRESENT THE PANDEMONIUM THEATER CO. COMBINED SIDE SHOWS AND UN-NATURAL MUSEUMS, INTERNATIONAL!

“J.C. G.M.” said Jim. “Those are the same initials as on the throwaways around town this week. But — it couldn’t be the same men…”

“No?” Will’s father rubbed his elbows. “My goose pimples run counter to that.”

He laid forth some other old newspapers.

“1860. 1846. Same ad. Same names. Same initials. Dark and Cooger, Cooger and Dark, they came and went, but only once every twenty, thirty, forty years, so people forgot. Where were they all the other years? Traveling. And more than traveling. Always in October: October 1846, October 1860, October 1888, October 1910, and October now, tonight.” His voice trailed off. “… Beware the autumn people…”

“What?”

“An old religious tract. Pastor Newgate Phillips, I think. Read it as a boy. How does it go again?”

He tried to remember. He licked his lips. He did remember.

” ‘For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September and November touches October and then instead of December and Christ’s birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again and old October and so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motions, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles — breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.’ ”

After a pause, both boys exhaled at once.

“The autumn people,” said Jim. “That’s them. Sure!

“Then — ” Will swallowed — “does that make us… summer people?”

“Not quite.” Charles Halloway shook his head. “Oh, you’re nearer summer than me. If I was ever a rare fine summer person, that’s long ago. Most of us are half-and-half. The August noon in us works to stave off the November chills. We survive by what little Fourth of July wits we’ve stashed away. But there are times when we’re all autumn people.”

“Not you Dad!”

“Not you Mr. Halloway!”

He turned quickly to see both appraising him, paleness next to paleness, hands on knees as if to bolt.

“It’s a way of speaking. Easy, boys. I’m after the facts. Will, do you really know your Dad? Shouldn’t you know me, and me you, if it’s going to be us’ns again them’ns?”

– Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

Coram Deo~

Short-Sightedness

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

Here’s a fantastic quote from John Newton, stolen from Jerry Bridges Respectable Sins which I am currently reading through:

[One of the marks of Christian maturity which a believer should seek is] an acquiescence in the Lord’s will founded in a persuasion of His wisdom, holiness, sovereignty, and goodness… So far as we attain to this, we are secure from disappointment. Our own limited views, and short-sighted purposes and desires, may be, and will be, often over-ruled; but then our main and leading desire, that the will of the Lord may be done, must be accomplished. How highly does it become us, both as creatures and as sinners, to submit to the appointments of our Maker! and how necessary it is to our peace! This great attainment is too often unthought of, and over-looked; we are prone to fix our attention upon the second causes and immediate instruments of events; forgetting that whatever befalls us is seasonable in itself, and shall in the issue be productive of good. From hence arise impatience, resentment, and secret repinings, which are not only sinful, but tormenting; whereas, if all things are in His hand, if the very hairs on our head are numbered; if every event, great and small, is under the direction of His providence and purpose; and if He has a wise, holy, and gracious end in view, to which everything that happens is subordinate and subservient;– then we have nothing to do, but with patience and humility to follow as He leads, and cheefully to expect a happy issue… How happy are they who can resign all to Him, see His hand in every dispensation, and believe that He chooses better for them than they possibly could for themselves!

— John Newton

Coram Deo~