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Frank thoughts on our times from the view of the Gospel.

Why Do We Play “Secular” Music in Church?

zeusDEVIL MUSIC?
What’s the deal with CrossPoint?  On most Sunday mornings the band fires up some ungodly, un-spiritual, secular radio song right before the preaching of God’s Word.  Why on earth is that a good idea?  Shouldn’t God’s Word be set up with the most sacred, religious, pure and holy music that we can imagine?  Isn’t listening to secular music a sin?  I mean, I smashed or burned all of my Ted Nugent records at youth retreat in 1982.  Don’t you guys know that God’s House is not the place for that kind of nonsense?  Does Bob Larson need to play more records backwards for you?

It occurred to me that some people may be asking these kind of questions when they see that we often play songs by all sorts of pagans during our Sunday service.  Since I have been the worship leader at CrossPoint we have played songs by  Kansas, Eric Clapton, Green Day, Good Charlotte, Coldplay, KISS, Linkin Park, Talking Heads, The Who, Madonna, Rare Earth, Rolling Stones, Peter Gabriel, Sevendust, Beatles, David Matthews, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Lenny Kravitz, Bob Marley, Kool & The Gang, Bruce Springsteen, U2, Tom Waits, Don Henley, Bob Dylan, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, The Eagles, Blind Faith, Seal, The Cure, and honestly, we’re are likely to play a song by just about anyone.  I’m certainly not saying that all of those artists are rank pagans, because I don’t know any of them, but I am saying that their music is not usually thought of as sacred (or church music).  We tend to play these songs just before the sermon.  It sets the tone, introduces the topic, and gives an emotional and cultural touch-point for what is going to be talked about.

THAT’S NOT RIGHT!
There have certainly been people who are critical of this practice, but I believe their criticism is contrary to biblical teaching.  They would say that entertainment has no place in worship, and the music/lyrics of the  ungodly should not be used in holy worship.  One Christmas I received an Email from a very angry member of the congregation because we played John Lennon’s “Happy Xmas.”  She reminded me that John Lennon was an outspoken atheist, so his music was “not at all” fitting for a church service.  Imagine that.

WESTERN SOUNDTRACK
In the Western culture there are many works of music that “most of us” are familiar with.  We have heard them on the radio, on T.V., at the mall, in the grocery store, during football games, at the park, in movies, etc.  The soundtrack of Western Civilization includes many pagan artists that have become part of our cultural make-up.  I pull from this lexicon of popular music to find common ground with our audience.  If we are teaching on grace, I will search for a song that illustrates grace in either a positive or negative way.  Sometimes music can reach deep into us, places that logic can’t touch, places of deep memories and nostalgia.  Maybe the song will open our hearts in a way that some other sermon illustration wouldn’t.  Maybe it will open the door for a conversation at work during the next week, “You’ll never believe what song they played at my church this week!”

I’M GONNA NEED A VERSE!
St Paul certainly knew the value of using popular artists of his day to teach and preach.  He must have been a fan of Greek and Roman pagan poetry and philosophy (the secular rock stars of his day), because he used direct quotes from Hymns to Zeus in his sermons and in his epistles that make up the New Testament.  There are three famous quotes of pagan poets in the New Testament by St Paul, first the pagan philosopher/poet/mystic Epimenides in Titus 1: 12 when he says Even one of their own prophets has said, “Cretans are always liars, evil brutes, lazy gluttons.”  The second is when Paul is speaking at the Areopagus (in Acts) and quotes Cleanthes (from The Phoenomena of Aratus) saying that their native poets had said, “For we are also his offspring.” And, the third is in his writing to the Corinthians where he writes, “Evil communications corrupt good manners” or “Evil associations destroy excellent characters” from a tragedy of Euripides.  These quotations were from popular hymns to Zeus that would have been as common to a Greek audience as the Beatles would be to us today.  These are not the only times in the Bible that the words of pagans were used by God to teach something true.  Evil men speaking evil words (untrue words)  and then God’s people using those words to say something right and true.  God is constantly doing this.  He is doing it right now, to a much lessor extent, through me.  (ahem)

KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!
You may be wondering why I put the word secular in quotes (up there, in the title).  The reason is because I don’t think anything is truly secular.  St Paul was pretty fond of quoting another popular poet, too, his name was David, and David said “The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it” in Psalm 24:1 (Paul quoted this in 1 Corinthians 10:26).  I take this to mean that some things might not be specifically “sacred” but that doesn’t mean that they are evil.  There is not a good team (God, the angels and the church) and a bad team (the Devil, his demons, rock stars and politicians) with secular things belonging to the bad team.  Next week at CrossPoint we going to be talking about how we must teach our children to honor their bodies and maintain sexual purity as part of a series on Biblical parenting.  So my job is to find a song that will remind us of this and set up the tone for the sermon.  Do you remember the Georgia Satellites?  “No huggie, no kissie, until I get a wedding ring!”  (See how this works?)

The Things of God that Destroy Us

TreeEvery good gift that comes from God can destroy us.

Yep.  What do you think about that?  It’s not God’s fault, of course.  We find ways to misuse every good thing and pervert it to our own wicked ends.  It happens over and over, God gives us something good and pure, and then we take it and use it to hurt ourselves, and others.  We’re like that, we kinda suck.

Let’s look at a few random examples:

DANCING
Dancing is a perfectly natural thing to do.  If we are happy, we dance.  If we hear music that moves us, we dance.  If we have to go to the bathroom, we dance.  The Bible endorses dancing, it says that God was pleased with King David dancing before the LORD in worship.  So what’s the deal with “Footloose?”  Why is the Reverend John Lithgow so uptight? Because we make it about something else, we make it about sex.  Sleazy music, half dressed people, some gyrating  hips and we have turned dancing into something nasty.  And the usual reaction by good church people is to outlaw dancing.  As if the sin existed in the dance.  We think that we are safer, less likely to sin, if we keep ourselves as distant from the possibility of sin as possible.  We basically say to God, “Thanks, but no thanks.  We don’t need dancing.”  And when dancing is outlawed, only the outlaws will dance.

GOD GAVE WINE
How about the obvious example of wine (and beer, and scotch, etc.)  God gave these gifts to us to make us happy.  You know, if we are having a day that makes us feel “unhappy,” then God gave us a little something that we can drink and relax.  So that we can lighten up a little.  Our problems don’t go away, but they don’t seem to matter quite as much.  Ah, but some people are not satisfied with “a little something” and they drink too much.  And they drink too often.  And they don’t get happy, instead they get violent and mean, and keep going until they are sick and pathetic.  The usual reaction is to blame the booze.  We think the safer way is to abstain from drinking completely.

We think that if we build a wall around the things that could potentially cause us to sin, that we are doing a good thing.   We build a wall so that we are not even tempted to sin.  We can’t even see the sin.  We add rules where there are not rules.  But, in doing this, we despise the gifts God has given us.  Do you see this?

A NEW CAR!
Think about it, let’s say I buy my daughter a new car (and now we know for sure that this is a fairy tale.)  I hand her the keys and say, “Two rules, you have to wear your seat-belt and  you can’t have more than one passenger in the car with you.”  She thinks about it for a minute then says,

“No thanks, Dad, I don’t want to break your rules, so I just won’t accept the car at all.”

Would I be pleased?  Is she really showing how much she loves me by refusing my gift?

YOU GOTTA SEE IT
I believe that God wants us to actually live in the garden where can see the forbidden tree.  We are actually supposed to sit under it’s shade and use it’s rough bark to scratch our back.  We are just not to eat the fruit.  We are to get all the way up next to it, hold it in our hand, take it’s blessing, and not sin.  We are to learn what it means to face temptation, resist the serpent, and watch him flee.

We should take the keys, thank our Dad with a heart full of joy, get in the car and drive around wearing our seat-belt, playing music, and drinking Starbucks with a good friend.  That’s the good life.

Everything that God gives us has the potential to destroy us.  He gives us money and we love the money more than we love Him.  He gives us children and we put them on a golden altar and worship them instead of Him.  He gives us cake and butter and we eat until we can’t fit into the pants that we bought with the money that we love more than Him.

God wants His people to have things, but He doesn’t  want things to have His people.

May we accept God’s generous outpouring of blessings, and may we enjoy the blessings with a thankful heart.  May we learn to enjoy the things that He gives us in the context of worshiping Him and Him alone.  AMEN

The last week as a Brit ……

chris-hoy.jpgThis is my last week as a Brit.  On Wednesday I go through the swearing in ceremony and become a citizen of the United States.  Growing up in the seventies my view of America and what it was all about was defined by TV shows like “Starsky & Hutch” and “Dallas”.  It is a sobering thought to think that these are the prisms through which the world looks into America.  My dad, big Tam, liked America too.  But it was the land of Western stories of Louis L’Amour that he liked.  My dad was born too late – he would have been Rooster Cogburn in another life – he was born to be an upright man who would bring order from chaos, sixgun in hand.  Because of him, to this day, I can’t resist (who can) a good Western.  Despite being brought up in a Scottish mining village, me becoming an American seems more like predestination than a cosmic fluke.

 Even so, this has been a good last week to be a Brit.  The Brits had their best Olympics for 100 years.  Actually, exactly 100 years, because it was in 1908 in London the last time Great Britain was this great at the Olympics.  Even that is a bit of a cheat however.  In London in 1908 the British team fielded over a third of all competitors and there were a few Olympic events that year where the entire field was British.  So, I think it is fair to say that 2008 Beijing is the greatest ever Olympics as far as Great Britain is concerned.  On reading the stories of the athletes in the newspapers I am struck with a change in the athletes which I think represents a change in the culture.  We in Britain, especially Scotland, have been famous for the plucky effort which comes up famously short of success.  As a nation, we flatter to deceive.  It seems that these are not the Brits of 2008 however.  These current Olympians have a decidedly different outlook.  One cyclist was described as an athlete who “doesn’t do silver”.  Another went all out on the last corner and fell going for gold rather than settling for silver.  Getting nothing was better than just settling for second best.  I like them.  They are winners and they have a lot to teach us.  Just this week I was in a meeting at work where one of my colleagues suggested that the bid for work we had submitted was “competitive”.  Trying to emulate the British Olympians I told him being competitive wasn’t good enough I wanted to win.   On Wednesday all this will change in a way I am not sure of.  I will in some way stop being British and start being an American.   Since 1991 it has been like being a stranger in a strange land as I wander around trying to figure out the customs of another place and another culture.  I have lived in Houston and I still have not worked it out – maybe that is the point of course.  Maybe you only figure it all out at the end like the crime novels I like so much.  When I think about it becoming an American is a bit like becoming a Christian was for me.  I was close enough to the church as a kid to kind of know what it was about in a peripheral way but there was still a lot that I wasn’t familiar with.  I had to learn (am learning of course) to be a Christian.  I couldn’t count on those vaguely remembered stories from Sunday school; I had to make them my own.  I had watched the church in action and admired it but I only understood it when I became involved in it.  I didn’t know what forgiveness was until my wife forgave me.  I didn’t know what righteousness was until I saw it in the life of my mother in law.  And so, in living and working amongst other Christian people I gradually came to know what it means to be a Christian.  No Damascus moment for me.  Instead more like Pilgrims Progress, a journey yet to be finished. So, over my years living in here my view of Americathrough the lenses of “Dallas” and “Starsky & Hutch” has obviously changed.  I have learned to deeply appreciate Jefferson and Washington and the constitution.  The constitution, for example, applies to all who set foot in these lands, not just citizens.  That seems to me to point to how the framers of the constitution knew that this would be a special place that would offer unique solace to those who arrived here.  It did then and still does.  Do you know of another document like this – I don’t.   

A long time ago - in fact before there was a Great Britain - Jon Donne the English Elizabethan poet and Bishop wrote a poem to commemorate his marriage to Ann, the love of his life.  He called her a “new found land” which was the phrase of course that was used to describe the new continent across the sea.  He, a Brit, found in Ann what I found in Karen, a place of beauty, mystery, and danger, untamed by any man.  Like America.  So, this week I move from alien to citizen, Brit to American.  Thanks for the open arms. 

Cold Dead Pews vs. Burning Living Plastic

churchA CHURCH THOUGHT EXPERIMENT
Imagine a small farming community in the Midwest U.S.A. There are two churches in town, the first is a painted church with wooden pews, and the second is a brick church with fold-up chairs. One Sunday a member of the brick church visited the painted church. He wrote an Email to his friend about the experience:

CHURCH ONE: PAINT AND PEWS
I just had the strangest experience. I went to this church, and it was sooooo dead. They even played funeral music. We sang songs out of a thick blue book, and it seemed like all of the singing came from behind me. The funny thing is that I was in the back row .. then I noticed that there was a balcony and they made the singers stand up there. I guess there wasn’t room for them on the stage because of the big table. They had two pulpits, and neither of them were in the middle. When we prayed everyone was completely quiet, and the guy praying was reading his prayers. What’s the point? No one seemed very excited about anything. DON’T THESE PEOPLE KNOW THAT JESUS DIED FOR THEM! The preacher stood behind one of the pulpits and said a bunch of stuff … He didn’t seem very emotional about any of it. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I was so bored. I really feel sorry for them.

A few weeks later someone from the painted church went with their cousin to visit the brick church. They wrote an Email to their friend, too:

CHURCH TWO: BRICK AND CHAIRS
This morning I visited the other church in town. Dude! I had heard things about this church, but I really wasn’t ready for this. The music was terrible! A rock band complete with spiky hair and shiny shirts. It just went on and on and on … “I could sing of your love forever … and I will … this morning.” Everyone was acting crazy. Lifting their hands in the air, crying (in public!), shouting, and the prayers just kept going in circles … like they hadn’t thought about what they were actually going to say. Note to self: When you are going to address the Creator of the Universe, have a clue as to what you might say. The pastor (I think he was a pastor?) walked all over the stage and seemed to be very excited about whatever it was he was saying. Everybody kept coming up to me and giving me hugs, saying they were so excited to see me. Honestly, if I hadn’t been with my cousin I would have been completely creeped out. It all seemed so phony.

They didn’t know it, but they had a mutual friend. And this friend is the person that they both sent their Emails to. Actually, it was me. I am the friend. I knew them from Illinois State Choir Competition.

I wrote them back:

BALANCE
Church is a funny thing. Some people want to build a beautiful fireplace and then never light a fire in it. Elaborate fireplaces that have never seen fire. Other people want to light fires, but don’t bother to build any fireplace to hold it. They just burn everything in sight (probably why they don’t have a table, or pews anymore.) Some people want church to be an exciting and completely separate event from the rest of their life, and other people want church to feel “normal” and “ordinary.” What appears to be dead might actually be very much alive, and what appears to be alive and exciting might actually be made of plastic cheese. Jesus has true followers at both churches, people who are there to love God and love others, people who are there to worship and thank Him. I don’t have to tell you that there are people at both churches that are not true believers, you already know that.

Matthew 13:24-30 (The Message)

24-26 He (Jesus) told another story. “God’s kingdom is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. That night, while his hired men were asleep, his enemy sowed thistles all through the wheat and slipped away before dawn. When the first green shoots appeared and the grain began to form, the thistles showed up, too.

27 “The farmhands came to the farmer and said, ‘Master, that was clean seed you planted, wasn’t it? Where did these thistles come from?’

28 “He answered, ‘Some enemy did this.’

“The farmhands asked, ‘Should we weed out the thistles?’

29-30 “He said, ‘No, if you weed the thistles, you’ll pull up the wheat, too. Let them grow together until harvest time. Then I’ll instruct the harvesters to pull up the thistles and tie them in bundles for the fire, then gather the wheat and put it in the barn.’”

May we come together in the communities of faith where God has placed us, and worship Him without pride or arrogance toward our neighbors.

(Thanks to Pastor Douglas Wilson for the fireplace analogy)

Reading List August 17th

reading-list.jpgHere are a few things that have piqued my interest over the last few days. 

First, I was in Houston last week and did see this reported but this is from UK paper.  Still, I am sad to see this in the state that is my home.   http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/2575524/Texas-school-allows-teachers-to-carry-guns-into-class.html

Second, Obama has not had quite the coronation that he was predicting for himself.  Perhaps his brother has something to do with it.  http://www.theonion.com/content/news/obamas_hillbilly_half_brother  Humour from the satirical magazine “The Onion”.  (Note that the views of the Onion are not meant to be politically correct, nor are they the views of Crosspoint, nor are they my views.  But I still think this is pretty funny). 

Following up on this, perhaps it is that really Barak Obama hasn’t had much of a life to draw on when faced with really big questions like Russian tanks rolling into another country.  http://article.nationalreview.com/?q=MTBjN2RkY2Y3ODZhYmRmYTZjYTI1NTQ4ZGNkM2Y2YmU=&w=MA==  I am not really a Rick Warren fan but you cant doubt the guy’s commitment and, frankly, insight into the nations soul.  This article talks about the Obama - McCain meeting at Saddleback Community Church. 

Last week I passed my citizenship test, here it is: http://www.uscis.gov/files/nativedocuments/100q.pdf  You might want to brush up on your civics if you are already a citizen.  In my informal sample of 6 random American colleagues only half passed the test I gave them. 

Finally, I was around 13 when I read “A Day in the Life of Ivan Denysovich” and even through the fog of being a teenager I knew I was reading something special.   Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn died recently.  He was a modern prophet - a moral giant.  There have been many obituaries but here are a few memories of his challenge to Harvard on the moral state of land of his exile.   http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2008/august/18.64.html?start=1

Enjoy!

It is a mystery

detective.jpgPeople who know me have heard me say stupid things - in fact people who don’t know me have heard me say stupid things too.  One stupid thing I have said is “I don’t read fiction”.  I spent about 10 years after seminary reading books on sociology, politics, and philosophy, telling anyone that would listen that fiction was over-rated.  As they say in London - what a complete pratt!   Thankfully I have moved on. 

The last few years my reading preferences have drifted towards detective or crime novels.  I have read dozens of them in planes whose primary value is not that they take you to another place, but that they are practically the last remaining refuge where no email can penetrate.  So, at five hundred miles an hour, in my aluminum cocoon, separated from the rest of humanity by my Bose Quiet Comfort headphones, I read books of crime and murder and the cops who track down the killers. 

I have read dozens of these books and (as far as I am concerned) two things separate the good from the sea of pap this is the world of the paperback book.  The first is a clear sense of place, of geography.  In the best novels you have the sense that the characters in the story could exist no other place and seem to grow out of the landscape like a local tree.  The second characteristic is a moral world where right and wrong, good and evil, are real choices to be wrestled with every day and the consequences of which create the world in which the characters live.  My friend Alan said to me the other day that he could not see how I could extract some Christian theme from the world of detective novels but, obviously, I think he is wrong.  These books deal in their best moments with the ultimate choices and ultimate mysteries of our life as human beings.  I appreciate this isn’t “Crime & Punishment” we are talking about here, but we are also talking about a busy guy reading on planes, not a student of Russian literature.   As my dad, big Tam, would say, “Horses for Courses”.

For example, Joseph Wambaugh’s books about the Hollywood station don’t really get to the moral high ground.  But they make it to my list because the dialogue is so good and so utterly So-Cal.  I haven’t read his early books which are supposed to be his best but “Hollywood Station” and “Hollywood Crows” just zing with the local language.  For example, the conversations between the surfer cops - ”Flotsam and Jetsam” as they are known to colleagues - seem to say nothing and everything at the same time.  It is writing at its best and reading these books is not a bad way to spend $8.  http://www.amazon.com/Hollywood-Station-Joseph-Wambaugh/dp/0446401242/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218988821&sr=1-3

Ian Rankine’s Inspector Rebus is out of place anywhere other than Edinburgh.  In his travels to London or just 40 miles to Glasgow he is not at home, the proverbial fish out of water.  But amongst the labyrinth of old Edinburgh, whose shadows hid Burke & Hare, Rebus is in his element.  Scotland’s beautiful capital has a darkness within it that Rebus fights against but at the same time embraces.  Rebus is dark, melancholy, with an inkling of the religious that is more than superstition, and as such is a good archetype for Scotland as a whole I think.  But, like the Scots in general, Rebus search for a moral center often ends with too many whiskies at the Oxford bar.  As the character has developed over close to 20 books the religious conversations with his friend the priest have been left behind and Rebus’ sarcasm has descended through cynicism to fatalism; a journey that, again, seems very Scottish to me.   At the end of the journey Rebus still feels to me like a man waiting for redemption, waiting for the key that will unlock the door to the secret of good and evil, waiting but no longer hopeful.   Again, hard to say these books aren’t worth the money http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?%5Fencoding=UTF8&search-type=ss&index=books&field-author=Ian%20Rankin  And, of course, you can pick up many of them at Katy budget books.

The characters in Wambaugh’s books are brilliantly drawn, real people.  Yet they are shallow.  Rebus, on the other hand, is burdened with the knowledge of good and evil, a burden we were warned in the garden we could not carry, which is why I enjoy the Rebus books more.  There is a real human struggle at the heart of them that reflects our struggle to do right in the face of evil. 

The third and last of my favorites is James Lee Burke and his stories of detective Dave Robicheaux.  Set in New Orleans and New Iberia to call these detective novels does not do justice to their power as literature.  Louisiana lives in these pages like another - essential - character in the story.  Moreover, while the stories are of crimes committed and solved the overarching scope of the novels is almost biblical in its dimensions.  These are stories of living and dying, heaven and hell, crime and punishment, all set on the banks of the Bayou Teche.   I recently read “The Tin Roof Blowdown” which is set in the aftermath of hurricane Katrina.  http://www.amazon.com/Roof-Blowdown-Dave-Robicheaux-Mysteries/dp/1416548505/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1218994885&sr=1-1   Nothing I read at the time made me want to weep and pray for our own forgiveness more than the descriptions here of a biblical like judgement crashing down on the communities that Robicheaux polices.  The book does not spare us from our own sinfulness, everyone in the book is broken in some way or another, including a political system that failed the vulnerable amongst us.  And yet there is a rhythm of redemption that Robicheaux seems to have found in his wife, the former nun, and in the mass he takes regularly and accepts as a mystery he will never understand. 

I enjoyed all of these books immensely but, in closing, a word of caution.  All of these books are for adults and they are not Christian books.  They do not even deal directly with Christian themes.  Yet, to answer my friend, the reason a Christian can profit from these books is that the books talk about issues that are real to Christians and are set in a real, if fictional, context.  For example, the reality of good and evil; the mystery of redemption (is it possible?); the morality of vengeance; etc. etc. are all powerful themes in these books.  For the Christian however there is a depper train of thought possible and a different conclusion perhaps to the dilemmas these characters face.  So, for us, it is obvious that Wambaugh’s characters need the moral structure of the Christian faith to help them make the decisions they are faced with in their work.  It is also obvious that Rebus will not be at peace until he unburdens himself at the feet of Jesus.  And finally, it is reassuring to the Christian that in the face of a biblical deluge of judgement and destruction the mystery of Christ’s presence with us can help us understand, forgive, and work towards redemption.