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Breaking the Code

look-486_se-redgrey.jpgI am not one of those people who see work as a burden. Sure, it is called work for a reason. But, all the same, I have been lucky enough to do great jobs with great people around me - and the job I have today is the same. On the other hand some weeks are worse than others. So, at the end of a tough week a few weeks ago I arrived at my apartment (I was still living in a hotel then) hoping to sit down and watch some TV and forget about my many challenges.  

As I came through the door I saw that a parcel had been left for me. A book from Amazon no less. As a compulsive reader, a book is always good news to me and so I tore the packaging off to see that my wife had sent me.  My gift was, “Breaking the Fat Loss Code” …….

 So, I am on a diet, which I hate. On the other hand it does give me the motivation to get on my bicycle and get a bit more exercise and an opportunity to talk about cycling in the Netherlands. Without living here you can’t quite understand how much the bicycle is part of daily life. Dutch people literally grow up on bicycles. In the mornings I can watch the nursery across the street fill up with small children delivered by bicycle. Babies arrive in a contraption that can best be described as a bicycle with a covered wheel barrow on the front. Older children arrive on a small seat in front of the handlebars. Once the kids reach school age they cycle themselves or perhaps be guided there by a mother who might gently push them along as they make their way to school.

They are all safe to do this because they travel along the “fietspad” (cycle path) to their destination. All in all the Netherlands has 20,000 km or cycle paths which are well used and well maintained. In the house where I live outside my front door is a sidewalk, a cycle path, then the road. The cycle paths allow kids to bike to school - something like 95% of Dutch children take their bicycle to school - and many people bike to work. In fact, a very typical Dutch commute is to take bicycle number one from home to train station, train to other station, then bicycle number two to work. As you can imagine this makes for a lot of bicycles parked at train stations. Leiden, where I live, has at the train station multi level bicycle parking with space for hundreds of bicycles.

The cycle paths also connect cities and villages and serve as a good and safe way to get on your bike and get some exercise. A good training ride for me is about 50km which I can do without ever being off a cycle path and on a road. The ride takes me out of Leiden and north east towards Amsterdam. Often I am riding alongside the other, uniquely Dutch, mode of transport - the canal. Along my route there is a moment of when all these modes of transport come perfectly into focus. You know you are in the Netherlands when the cycle path next to the canal is going over the freeway. The Netherlands has to be the only country in the world where you can drive in your car and see a boat (and a pretty sizable boat at that) on the overpass above you.

Today, after close to two weeks of great spring weather it is raining steadily. I will put on my rain jacket and try to get some miles in. It is a requirement if I want to break the fat loss code.

Kindle time ….

kindle.jpgThe Amazon Kindle is changing my life.  I have spent a lot of time on my own these last 18 months or so.  I don’t like it.  After 25 years of marriage and 18 years of children I can vouchsafe the biblical quote, “it is not good for man to be alone”.  I miss my helper and guide, Karen; and I miss Jack, Kate, and Hope.  Of course together they confuse me by all talking at the same time and make fun of me that I cant keep up with them (poor father …….).  But I cant live without them.

For Christmas Karen gave me an Amazon Kindle which is quite simply the best gift I have ever had.  For a reader like me it is like manna from heaven.  Of course, unlike manna, it is not free, but I would have paid twice the price for this thing.  It is an electronic book reader but I predict it will be more than that, it will become a cultural force like the iPod. 

Lets take a tour round by Kindle.  On it I have both the NIV and King James bible (the King James bible has never been surpassed in terms of its language - God definitely seems like God when he speaks in King James English).  For reference I have Roget’s Thesaurus which I admit is completely unusable on the Kindle.  Currently I am reading “The Pillars of the Earth” by Ken Follet - a wonderful read.  Also on there and already read are, “The Blue Knight” by Joseph Wambaugh; “Moscow Rules” by Daniel Silva; “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” by Stig larsen, and “Extreme Measures” by Vince Flynn.  Oh, and also on there, for my little girl Hope’s reading pleasure, “Twilight” by Stephanie Meyer.

So much for the spiritual and the entertaining.  On the more educational side I have “The Ascent of Money” by Niall Ferguson; “Gomorrah” by Roberto Savia; “Outliers” by Malcolm Gladwell; “The Reason for God” by Tim Keller; and “10 Big Lies about America” by Michael Medved (a bad book and bad use of the $5.99 it cost). 

I wont share with you the periodicals I also pick up occasionally.  Suffice to say I always have my nose in this thing and I can always find an excuse to buy more books for it too.

I am writing this in my house in Leiden, ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leiden ) which during the middle ages and through the reformation was part of the great revolution in learning in continental Europe.  About 350 miles south is Strasbourg where in 1440 Johannes Gutenberg invented something that we would recognise as a printing press.  This machine allowed people who would have seen only one book in their life (a bible, probably chained to an alter) to ownbooks.  This unbelievable opportunity changed the course of history and gave access to learning to a mass audience.  The world changed because of Gutenberg’s machine. 

I count 15 books currently on my Kindle.  In the “Kindle 2″ there will be capacity for approximately 150 books and the ability to play audio books and mp3 files.  I don’t know if this is a Gutenberg moment but it seems to me a moment when a piece of technology arrives at the right price-point, with the right combination of features, at the right time.  That is, an iPod moment. 

As a final thought, think about this.  I downloaded the NIV bible in less than 2 minutes to my Kindle - does it change my attitude to the book itself to have it in such consumable form?

I dreamed a dream …… (Updated)

les-mis.jpgAs a rule I don’t like musicals - I just don’t see the point most of the time.  No story, characters I don’t care about, doing things I can’t believe in.  Why bother?

Les Miserables is the exception that proves the rule - with one caveat.  The book by Victor Hugo is a moving tale of redemption through forgiveness for Valjean contrasted with the cursed life of Javert, the man who cannot forgive.  God intervenes in the life of Valjean when a Christian Bishop forgives him without conditions.  But Javert cannot forgive the man Valjean and pursues him relentlessly through the book.  Javert commits suicide in the end when fate (providence?) conspires to have Valjean save his life.  At the start of the story Valjean accepts forgiveness and creates a new life for himself and his family.  At the end of the story Javert rejects forgiveness and at the same time rejects life altogether.  In response he drowns himself in the Seine, a man utterly alone. 

Les Miserables, the musical, has but one flaw and that is the ground of the redemptive power in Valjean’s life is not really evident in the musical.  On the other hand there is song after song that are at the same time beautiful, powerful, and moving.  The best is ”I dreamed a dream”, or at least it is my favorite.  Which brings me to the incontestable proof that there is a God and he is gracious.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

The above is Susan Boyle from Bathgate in Scotland, who looks like a bad version of my mum, but who sings like an angel.  The YouTube version of this has now 7 million hits and counting (make that 13 million - April 16th; total web views 66 million in a week - the most ever http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/04/19/AR2009041900508.html?hpid=topnews ).  Completely unbelievable.  Apparently she is an unemployed church volunteer.  Perhaps a new soloist for Crosspoint?  Over to you, Frank ……….

Holy Week - Part II

erebus-cross1.jpgHoly Week continues and over the last couple of days I have finished off a couple of books on my Kindle (the post is coming on that piece of wonder technology). 

I read again the latest book by Tim Keller, “The reason for God: Belief in and Age of Skepticism”.  I was just as impressed second time around and I paid more attention to the last part of the book which seems to be written especially for those who seek reasons for God or perhaps just seek faith.  The strength of the book is that it helps the seeker (or the believer!) think about faith in a way that is honest to the difficulties but open to the one conclusion so left out of our modern world.  That is, that there is a God, that God loves and cares for the world, indeed loves and cares for human beings specifically, and has secured a relationship between man and God forever.  Keller, I think, especially helps by trying to help the questioner understand, “Just what exactly is my problem?”  In many ways Holy Week exists within the church year to draw questions out of us but if they remain questions without answers then what’s the use? 

The other book I finished off this week is “Outliers”, by Malcolm Gladwell.  This is a book that is profoundly stimulating, but for me, in the end, not quite convincing.  Gladwell writes the book to show that even those we see as true performance outliers amongst us are really the product of endless small but profound advantages acquired by being at the right place and the right time.  There might be such a thing as genius but it is not what we think and, the book contends, change how we think about how genius is created and we can unleash more from among us.  It is, in fact, a deeply hopeful book.

But I was not convinced.  Gladwell comes from a Christian family (I do not know if he is a Christian himself) and their story is itself a wonder.  Going from poor to privileged was for his family truly a journey through opportunities that were there at the time but soon gone.  In the case of Gladwell’s ancestors yes those specific opportunities were there today and gone tomorrow.  But would there not have been others?  The impressive part of his own story to me is not the opportunities which happened to come along but the unshakable belief in something, in the possible, in his parents and grandparents.  It seems to me that belief is the thing that delivers more than anything else the outlier destiny and that belief for Gladwell’s parents seems to be a belief in God our Father.  Of course there are other stories in the book for which there is no Christian thread but in each case there is the thread of belief, belief that tomorrow could be better than today, and that next week could be better still.  There is also a belief in work (Gladwell calls it “meaningful work”) which points to at least to belief in life being purposeful and having meaning.  And I think at this point we get back to Tim Keller.  Belief, purpose, God.  How do these beliefs come about?  Don’t they point to something?  As Keller might say, are these more clues which point to God?

The greatest clue about God however is the at the end of Holy Week.  The Christian contends that the world was made right at Easter.  In Christ’s wounds our woulds were salved.  In Christ’s isolation from the Father our isolation ended.  In His condemnation we received forgiveness.  In His brokenness we were made whole. 

 25“Though I have been speaking figuratively, a time is coming when I will no longer use this kind of language but will tell you plainly about my Father. 26In that day you will ask in my name. I am not saying that I will ask the Father on your behalf. 27No, the Father himself loves you because you have loved me and have believed that I came from God. 28I came from the Father and entered the world; now I am leaving the world and going back to the Father.”

 29Then Jesus’ disciples said, “Now you are speaking clearly and without figures of speech. 30Now we can see that you know all things and that you do not even need to have anyone ask you questions. This makes us believe that you came from God.”

At Easter so may we all believe.

Holy Week - Part I

erebus-cross.jpgHoly week finds me stuck in a hotel with my days been taking up learning the Dutch language.  I am enjoying the challenge.  Dutch is a very strange sounding language which can make you sound like you are angry or have a strong head cold when you just want to say good morning, “goede morgen!”  But, I have to say, it has been fun learning the language especially when as a Scot I have all the guttural noises that I need to form and shape the words.  My goal is by Christmas to be fluent enough to hold conversations about work topics and to confuse my children by issuing commands that they can complain they don’t understand (so, no change there).  What’s also interesting is being reminded again how language really shapes how we think and how we perceive the world.  Dutch people are who they are partly because of their language just like the Scots, just like Americans.  There is a connection here that some philosopher understands probably but for me it just becomes wonder, sheer wonder, at the diversity of the world we live in. 

I have many Holy Week memories.  One strong memory is going to the lunch time services at St. George’s Tron Church in Glasgow with my friend, David.  We walked along from the University and went to listen to the message as much for the break from class as for the spiritual uplift.  My most powerful Holy Week memory though was at Crosspoint’s “Service of Darkness” a couple of years ago.  We showed a video of Johnny Cash singing the Nine Inch Nails song, “Hurt”.  I was stunned.  There was this man, Johnny Cash, this legend, at the end of his life singing, “What have I become …….”.  It was a moment of clarity.  It really does all go away in the end.  Every battle stops being fought, every achievement becomes nothing, every little victory just builds that “empire of dirt”.  It all goes away and what are we left with?

Walking towards Easter through Holy Week is lonely for the penitent.  Everyone knows the end of the story, everyone knows the verdict, everyone knows the debt, the burden, the worry, the scandal.  What makes it lonely however it not that we walk alone, it is that we know we leave our companion on Friday on the cross while we go on with the lives he bought for us.  We leave him there and we go on. 

Yet we are not the same I think. 

1“Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. 2In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. 4You know the way to the place where I am going.”

We leave Jesus alone at he cross but he does not forget us.  That empire of dirt really is an empire of dirt.  Even Jesus himself can’t give life on this earth more meaning ultimately than that.  But he prepares a place for us, a place with him for ever, a place where our actions will mean something and our burdens are left behind and, I suppose, where there is no Dutch, English, Spanish or Swahili. 

Ipod, yeah really, …….

ipod-sort-of.jpgThe Christian life is a counter cultural world.  This is never more true than with forgiveness.  This a world where forgiveness is for the weak.  But the Christian knows, or should know, that forgiveness is a deeply practical tool for living.  Forgiving your fellow human being of his shortfalls is a sure way of helping you understand your own.  Not to mention the sheer benefit of not carrying around with you the burden of every little thing that gets up your nose or every unbearable load that is the remnant of past sins.  Forgiveness is practical everyday living stuff.

It is in that sense that I am able to say that I forgive our President for giving Her Britannic Majesty, Elizabeth II, an iPod with his own speeches on it.  As a good friend of mine has said, “dude, if he was chocolate he would eat himself”. 

God forgive us all ……..