Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Threshing Floor

Out of weakness comes the greatest strength,
Out of confusion comes the greatest certainty,
Out of brokenness comes the greatest completeness,
Out of tragedy comes the greatest triumph,
Out of error comes the greatest wisdom,
Out of hate comes the greatest forgiveness,
Out of fear comes the greatest courage,
Out of anguish comes the greatest rest,
Out of sickness comes the greatest healing,
Out of war come the greatest heroes,
Out of strife comes the greatest happiness,
Out of danger comes the greatest rescue,
Out of toils comes the greatest peace,
Out of suffering comes the greatest victory,
And out of death comes the greatest life.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

God Our Father

            Have you ever stopped and thought about the fact that God is your father?  It’s a crazy thought, really.  When God created the world and all that is in it, the only thing that He made to be his children were human beings.  He could have made trees his children, or mountains, tigers, or electrons.  But he chose instead to make us his children.  We tend to forget that we are part of the family of God.  If our relationship with God were subject to legal ramifications (and thankfully it’s not), we might be liable for parental neglect.  
            And furthermore, why did God create that type of relationship for us?  He could have been God our Boss, God our Uncle, God our President, or God our Commander. But He chose instead to be God our father.  Why do you suppose he did this? 
            I believe it is because there is a very special relationship between parent and child.  It is a relationship of intimacy and love.  How intimate do you feel with God?  Do you think most people view their relationship with God this way?  I believe that many people fail to grasp the fact that we are part of the family of God, and there is a certain tight-knit intimacy that is inherent in that type of relationship.  Like all relations of intimacy, we have to be able to drop our guards and our pride to allow intimate relations to exist, to allow dialogue and freedom and love to manifest and grow.  Most of us treat God the Father as some person who is of no relation at all.  We treat God as some faraway stranger or vagabond.  But God is our relative, and he should be the closest relative we ever have.  He should be closer than mom, dad, sister, brother, uncle, cousin, and grandma. 
            Our perception of God begins to falter when we assume that God is like our earthly fathers.  Human associations with the word “Father” is becoming progressively more jaded.  Our perception of what “father” means is in the process of dramatic transformation.  Yesterday’s fathers were loving, kind, present, able, and strong.  They are like Andy Griffith, Ward Cleaver, or Cliff Huxtable.  Today’s fathers are flawed, angry, and absent.  They are more like Archie Bunker, or the guy that left your mother twenty years ago, or even someone you have never spoken to. 
We have conditioned ourselves to think about the nature of a father by our perceptions—whether it be a negative one or a positive one—of our earthly fathers.  If our earthly father has been absent, our conditioned mind thinks that a “father” is someone who is absent and in ways, untrustworthy.  If our fathers have subjected our entire lives to condemnation and guilt, why should we not believe that God is the same way?  If our actions prove to be subpar, isn’t God up in his heavenly perch storing up wrath and condemnation and anger? 
What a child repeatedly hears, he eventually begins to believe.  If we are told that we are cowards, punks, idiots, and losers, we eventually begin to believe this.  Disparaging words leads to the eventual whittling away of a child’s confidence and self-worth.  We must go through a process of deconditioning ourselves to think like this.  But much more so, we should take into account instead what God is saying about us.  The Bible says that there is no condemnation in Christ:  “Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.”[1]  God is not storing up His wrath to throw at us like lightning bolts. 
He sees us as men and women of tremendous potential who have been given gifts beyond measure.  We can rest on the promise of Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.”  God says that we can do all things through Christ!  This doesn’t sound like a loser to me.
The key to finding success is being able to break free from all the negative things said about us and concentrate on cultivating God’s power in our life.  Yes, we are all small and insignificant and cowardly—without the presence of God in our life.  Imagine then what we have with God.  He is more loving than we can ever imagine…our human condition cannot possibly fathom the depths of his love and understanding.  God is love.  Do you believe that?


[1] Romans 8:1

Monday, March 28, 2011

Why do we doubt?

A few years back, I picked up a copy of USA Today at a gas station in Pensacola, Florida.  I thumbed through the sports section first, as I normally do, but then a short snip-it caught my eye on the front page.  It stated that over the course of the last five or so years, the percentage of Americans that believed in God has dropped 10 percent.  I sat for a moment and thought about how sad that was, and all the many reasons why people have turned away from God.  Why do we continue to doubt God? 
The famous Methodist preacher Charles Allen wrote a book several years ago entitled Life More Abundant.  The first chapter is entitled “Why I Believe in God.”  Allen says that believing in God should be somewhat similar to the standard of guilt in a criminal case: innocent until proven guilty.  Instead of trying to “prove” that God exists, why is it that we don’t just believe until we find evidence otherwise? 
You say, “Well is a lack of evidence not enough?” and I say, “There is more than enough evidence for us to believe beyond a reasonable doubt.”  Who can say that any of us comes into this world as an atheist?   Coming to the conclusion that God does not exist is the systematic manifestation of human experiences, human reasoning, and arrogance, not simply an inherent thought that comes with being born into civilization.  We doubt because we have gravitated away from God, not because he has gravitated away from us.  We take the sum of our experiences and say, “Well God simply does not want to be a part of my life, or God doesn’t care for me, so therefore He must not exist.”  We offer, “God has no interaction in society and He has not made Himself known to humankind, so therefore He cannot be real.”
Human self-sufficiency and pride is the overarching enemy of faith in God.  Intellect and power, in our human perceptions, eliminates the need for God.  We say, “I can do this on my own—I don’t need any help.” And when we begin to achieve and accumulate income, we ask, “Where was God in all of this?  I did this myself.”  I believe that pride is the most damaging of all sins to the Christian faith, because it elevates our capacity to be totally self-sufficient.  We don’t feel the need to turn to God. 
Ultimately, I believe that doubt in the existence of God stems from three main reasons: 1) because we have no conscious dealings and no interaction with God, 2) because the circumstances of life—evil and suffering—have led us to the conclusion that if there is a God, then he doesn’t care, and 3) because we have no signs that God exists.  I would like to take each of these one at a time. 
First, we begin to doubt that God exists because we have no conscious dealings or interaction with Him.  “God hasn’t spoken to me,” we offer.  But I believe that God has spoken to us, and He wishes greatly to be in constant dialogue with us as we walk through the trials and tribulations of life.  Recently, I resurrected an old institution that has largely died out in the era of text messaging and email.  I began writing hand-written letters to several of my friends.  I have found tremendous value and joy in this exercise.  The importance of letter writing is this: as a letter is read, it becomes a one-way mode of communication. In essence, one who reads a letter must submit his attention to the words of the author for a little while without a response.  The words have more of a saturating effect in the lives of those who read it.  Of course, we may respond by writing letters of our own, but only after we have had time to read and reflect on the letter in its entirety.  I appreciate receiving letters, especially those that have been hand-written, because of the time and effort it takes to do it (unlike text messaging or email).  Letter writing has always been a very compelling evidentiary source of information for historical researchers and enthusiasts.  We learn much about the love of John Adams for his wife Abigail through his letters.  We understand Jefferson’s thoughts on the separation of church and state through his letter to Danbury Baptist Church.  We appreciate more greatly the beliefs of Ronald Reagan by studying his letters.  “How does this relate to God?” you ask.  Because God has written us the greatest love letter of all-time, the Bible.  Consider the time it took for the Bible to manifest itself before it could be “sent” to us.  The Bible has been written over thousands of years by many authors.  God has spoken to us, and he has spoken to us loudly and resolutely.  Not only has he spoken to us in tangible words, he has spoken to us by sending us a concrete example to this world of his divine nature and will through his son Jesus.  John chapter one says, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.”  God speaks to us through his Word.  One author cleverly noted, “Jesus is all that God wanted to say to us.” 
Many people believe that God stopped speaking directly to mankind after Jesus came.  Indeed, it seems on the surface that the God of the Old Testament had more direct interaction with human beings than he does in today’s world.  But I believe that God continues to speak to us, and that our lives are very important to Him.  “How does he do this?” you might inquire.  I believe that God speaks to us through people, through our experiences, through prayer, and at times, audibly.  God uses pastors and other people to deliver to us his truth.  He uses our experiences to draw us closer to him.  He draws near to us when we pray.  And at times, his words can be audibly heard.  The question is, “Are our minds and hearts open to the messages that God is sending us?  Are we fully aware that God intends to have constant communication in our lives?”  No communication is effective unless the recipient is willing to receive the information.  We cannot interact with God if we keep hanging up the phone on him and throwing his letters in the trash.  We cannot hear him if we are not willing to engage him.  In short, we drown out the voice of God in our life, and as we continue to listen to the words of the secular world, the word of God becomes more foreign to us.  For those who may be doubting the existence of God, ask yourself this, “Have I listened to Him lately?  Have I opened his letters?  Have I attempted to communicate with Him?”  We doubt God because we have refused to respond to his constant communication, not because God has failed to interact with us. 
Secondly, we doubt God because of the circumstances of life.  We look at all of the heartache, the hurt, the suffering, and the anguish of our lives and conclude that God simply could not exist, because if He did, we would have better lives.  Nowhere in the Bible does God promise that life will be without tribulation.  In fact, he warns us of the converse of this notion.  He thoroughly warns us of the fact that there will be suffering and distress in life.  Most of the stories of the Bible are stories of overcoming extreme pain, loss, unbelief, murder, envy, spite, anger, lust, hatred, death, and turmoil.  If you think it’s bad, consider the lives of Job, David, Paul, and Jesus.  None of their lives were absent of suffering and hardship, and in fact, they suffered more than most of us could ever fathom.  Yet, they were able to endure, rejoice, and forgive through their trials and sufferings because their eyes were fixed on the wonderful nature of God.  They understood firmly that suffering will come, that suffering is a part of life, but there is purpose in suffering.  When we experience pain and suffering in our life, one of our first reactions is to say that God is punishing us for something we have done in our life.  “Why did you allow this to happen to me?” we beg.  Have we not considered that through this suffering that God is trying to teach us and prepare us for something that will one day comfort and benefit other people?  We are so very focused on how suffering applies to our life that we fail to see how our suffering can and will positively impact those around us.  This applies particularly when unexpected death occurs, or someone is stricken with a fatal disease.  Do we even consider that God is using these experiences for our benefit and for the benefit of those around us?  When suffering comes, lean on the words of Paul in Romans 8:28, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”  When our house burns down, we ask, “Where is God?”  But God has already sent the fire crew to rebuild us before we ever realize it.  When we weep, God weeps with us, and he knows that suffering is for our good and will ultimately draw us nearer to him.  In this, I do not mean to be trite; death and loss is a horrible thing.  But what I am trying to say is that we should focus on the overall plan.  Life is often like watching a movie.  When one of the main characters gets killed, we have to wait to see how the movie plays out in their absence.  God is constantly writing a good ending to our lives.  The circumstances that befall us can be tragic, yet God in his infinite wisdom has a plan for all of us.  He is there in the midst of that suffering, and he desperately wants to restore us and give us a life more abundant than we ever had before. 
Lastly, we doubt because we fail to see the signs that God exists.  Recently, I went to a church that I had never attended before.  As I was leaving, I took a wrong turn and ended up on a road that seemed to be going nowhere.  There were no signs to point me in the right direction, I just had to have faith that the roads would eventually lead to my destination.  While I was traveling down that road, I began to notice all of the wonderful little displays of nature that were largely untouched—trees, rocks, ravines, creeks, valleys, hills, leaves, moss, soil, minerals, dirt, straw, and brush—and as the sun was beaming in the distance, I thought about God.  I thought about how impossible it would be for the earth to simply form without the hand of the Creator.  I thought about all the subtle details of nature that we fail to appreciate every day—that God put that creek there, a rock here, allowed trees to grow, and painted the pretty pictures of the earth for us to enjoy and revere, his handiwork to admire. 
I think about love and emotion and feeling and I cannot but conclude that God created these things to help us to know that He exists.  We may be able to scientifically explain how nature works, but no scientist has ever been able to explain love.  God has given us nature and love and the complexities of the human body to point us to one immutable fact: that he created the world and all that is in it.  How can we possibly deny this?  How can we look at nature and the human body and unexplainable temperament of love and say to others that God does not exist? 
God has made himself known to us.  He has spoken to us.  He has provided for us.  There is really no cause for doubt that God exists.  Instead of asking, "Does God exist?" shouldn't we wonder why we are doubting in the first place?   

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Tragic Life of James Agee

A few years ago, a lawyer friend of mine from the Blackbelt gave me as a gift a book entitled The Collected Poems of James Agee.  Since I had never heard of Agee, in my ignorance I assumed that he was probably a local writer whose poetry anthology was the summation of his writings en toto.  I couldn't have been more wrong. Embarrasingly and because of this fact, I gave the anthology only casual glances-- reading a poem or two here and there-- while mostly letting it rest on my bookshelves for four years. 
Recently, the writings of this man and his life have crept back up into the forefront of my interest, and quite ironically, it aptly coincides with my intensifying intrigue into Alabama's Blackbelt.  About a week ago, I went to the Mountain Brook library to check out several books about the Blackbelt, and as I was perusing through several titles, I ran across a book called Let Us Now Praise Famous Men.  I had never heard of this title, and I wondered why it had anything to do with the state of Alabama, much less the Blackbelt.  I noticed that it had been written by James Agee.  "Who is this guy-- James Agee?" I thought to myself.  I quickly ran home to see if the names matched.  They did. 
John Hersey's introduction to the Let Us Now Praise Famous Men gives a short account of the life and writings of Agee.  Apparently, Hersey met Agee at a party for Time magazine writers in the fall of 1939.  Hersey writes, "He was at the heart of a constellation on the other side of the room, and he seemed to be doing all the talking.  There were rockets of laughter going up.  Someone told me the man was Jim Agee...No one else got many words in.  He talked with both his tongue and his hands. It seemed that for this person words had not only sound and meaning but also physical weight, volume, and shape, and to these qualities he tried, as he spoke, to give their full value with his long fingers and strong palms-- molding the clay of abstractions, arranging mental flowers, tightening difficult screws, caressing lusted-after erogenous zones, touching ideal chords on a ghost piano, and even, in moments of awe or vehemence, stretching his arms out and tilting the axis of the whole world." 
When I read Hersey's description of this enigmatic character, I was hooked.  I set out on my own little investigative journey into Agee's life.  As I became a pupil in AGEE 101, I firstly noticed how dichotomous his life truly was.  As a writer, Agee struggled tremendously with breaking free from the bonds that restrict artists in general, gaining freedom in our craft, i.e. "how to become what I wish I could when I can't."  Agee also struggled to find intimate, lasting relationships, having three wives by age forty-five.  He drank incessantly, smoked incessantly, warred with depression and inveterate thoughts of suicide.  Yet, Agee had a profound appreciation for the greatness and the limitless possibilities of humankind as bestowed upon us by our Creator.  His faith in Christ was a reverant one, certainly, but it almost seemed as though unendingly obstructed by Agee's own wrestlings with self-loathing and self-deprication. 
Agee was born in Knoxville, Tennessee in 1909.  The most tragic event of his life occurred when he was but six years old, when his father was killed in an automobile accident.  Agee was sent to a school for boys, St. Andrews, in nearby Sewanee, Tennessee, where he was mentored by one Father Flye, a priest who became somewhat of a father to Agee in the absence of his own father.  For the rest of Agee's life, he remained in correspondence with Father Flye, giving accounts of his life and his failings in often anguished tones.
Agee enrolled at Harvard and became president of the Harvard Advocate, a highly-esteemed literary magazine.  After graduation, he was fortunate, through a friend, to land a job at Fortune magazine in New York, working and writing on the fifty-second floor of the Chrysler building.  Agee struggled with deadlines and brevity, alcohol, and women.  He listened to classical music, specifically Beethoven's Ninth, with the sound turned up as loud as possible, immersing himself with every piercing decibel. 
Finally, in 1936, Agee got the break he needed.  He was assigned to a piece on Southern sharecroppers with photographer Walker Evans.  An ecstatic Agee and the talented Evans went to Greenville, Alabama to find suitable subjects.  There, they were fortunate enough to find several families of tenant farmers to take them in for several weeks to conduct interviews and take pictures of their impoverished way of life.  What started out as a story for a magazine turned into one of the most compelling stories ever written about the people of Alabama. 
Tragically, Agee died in a New York taxicab of a heart attack--a product of years of bodily abuse of alcohol and hard living--before he even saw modest success of any of his works.  Posthumously, Agee won the Pulitzer Prize for his autobiography A Death in the Family, and Let Us Now Praise Famous Men has been critically acclaimed as one of the best works of the twentieth century.

Friday, March 25, 2011

Morning in Marion

It is 7:15 a.m. in the Blackbelt, and it is not time yet for the little frenzied sounds that the city makes.  A restless and engaging bird is chirping from the bursting oak as I sit on the bench on the south end of the Perry County courthouse, built before anyone still alive can remember. 
I am enthralled by the effervescent purity of the morning as it makes its holy rising, marshaled in on the wings of the dawn.  The sun is shining like a gold ring from just above the courthouse roof, a dull but not overbearing luster.  Rising above me, like giant redwoods, are twin Corinthian columns, already the product of rot and spoil, yet still retaining the loveliness of a former beauty queen. 
Flowering plants and hedgerows, green with red tops, provide a calming disposition.  A flock of birds parade by without pomp or circumstance.  The sun hits the green grass in a disarming way, challenging each individual blade to reveal its radiance and the depths of its full color, brightened, exposed, and pure.  The smattered patches of dirt are disjointed from the green grass; rocks, sticks, minerals, grit, soil, and concrete fuse together in this gentle outlay.  The quieting rhythm of clay tile of on the entryway, alternating dark to light, dark to light, gives means of support under the towering façade, rising some forty or so feet to its north.   Brick by white painted brick, the inestimable handiwork of hundred year old masters, is still evident and palpable. 
An American flag is calmly blowing in the Southern wind; the birds are speaking more purposefully now, more resolutely and urgently, as if they can hear the coming flood of the city.  The humming of engines arrive like Roman legions in the distance, charging ahead in proud rhythms.  Guiltily, sadly, I rise and let the sounds of the city overtake me, as I long to hear the peace that tomorrow brings. 

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Running on Empty

The other night as I was filling up my sixteen-gallon gas-guzzler of an automobile, I began to think about all the many ways we re-fuel in life.  I began to think about what we are putting into our minds to recharge us, bolster us, and give us energy to get us up and get us going every day. 

What if we viewed each morning-- each entire day-- as though we woke up with an empty tank yet a completely clean slate?  What types of fuel would you use to ramp up your wisdom?  Your knowledge? 

Have you ever considered how important it is to fill your mind with the high octane, penetrating truth of the Bible?  When is the last time that you pulled your vehicle up to this pump? 

It really is profound how our lives are suddenly transformed when we allow the truth of God to fill our tanks.  Life runs rather smoothly.  We don't have to worry about running out of gas, or gas prices going through the roof.  Jesus said, "I am the same yesterday, today, and forever."  All it takes is a little humility and openness each day to let God fill us with his overarching wisdom and understanding. 

Have you refueled today?

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Something Worth Reading

What would you do if a madman wanted you to leave town?  Would you pack up your family and head out?  Worse, what if this madman went to church with you? 
The Devil in Pew Number Seven is a true story about a preacher who moved Sellerstown, North Carolina in 1969 to become pastor at Free Welcome Holiness Church.  He brought his wife and young daughter to the community to lead a small congregation of believers.  But he would soon learn that a man who attended services at the church would stop at virtually nothing to try to force them out of town. 
It began with late night phone calls and terrifying letters.  As the progressivity of the harassment unfolds, we cannot but plead with the pastor…why don’t you just leave town? 
The story is about the will of one man led by God versus the will of another led by hatred.  It is the story of courage and an unshakable resolve to do God’s will in the face of danger.  The Devil in Pew Number Seven was released on August 1.