“Sex scenes in movies don’t bother me.” Really?
He floats like a butterfly and stings like a butterfly.
In favor of patriarchy. I believe the proper feminist response is, “how dare you.”
“Why did it come to me? Why was I chosen?”
“Such questions cannot be answered,” said Gandalf. “You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess: not for power or wisdom, at any rate. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.”
-Fellowship of the Ring, Ch 2
Self-assessment isn’t all that appealing.
I took this assessment test on AmICalled.com. I was feeling pretty good about myself until I hit the church affirmation and love for the lost sections…
Not so much
I was going to say I agree with these 10 Myths about lust, but that’s wrong. I heartily approve of their refutation. One of my major turning points was realizing that my struggles with pornography were not a substitute for proper marital relations, but a substitute for worship.
That’s Two
Bishops, Not Beer
Pretty good quotes, for a guy who was himself not a Calvinist. And on a side note, I’ve just added a book to my wish list.
Real Nerds
Intelligence vs. Wisdom. I’ll add my own bit of smarmy foolishness and point out that “smart fool” translates into Greek as “Sophomore.”
Tongues and Interpretation
I’m not sure what brought it to mind, but I’ve been thinking lately about the best example I ever saw of tongues and interpretation in a church setting.
In the church I went to in high school, we usually had a few pauses in the worship service that were sort of designed for an interruption from the congregation. I’m pretty sure they were put there on purpose, but they always seemed like a natural selah in the singing. That was the designated time for prophecy. Sometimes it would be the pastor, or another elder, sometimes a member of the youth. They would speak, the elders would lead the congregation in response if it was necessary, and the music would resume.
Occasionally, from the last or second to last row, this couple would rise, holding hands. It was very striking, because he was a black man, with great bright eyes and a beaming smile, and she looked as though she might have been a combination of Inuit and Welsh. First she would speak, in a tongue that sounded something like Chinese, her closed eyes rapidly fluttering, her hand clamped hard on her husband’s. When she was done, there would wait a second or two, and then her husband would open his eyes and begin to give the interpretation, always comfort and encouragement, with a voice on the verge of rejoicing.
I always thought how convenient it must be, to always bring your interpreter along with you. Paul doesn’t give the prophets any favors in his passage about decency and order. If a person prophesies and another person interrupts him, the one who was interrupted should give ground to the person who so rudely interrupted. The one who speaks in tongues, apparently, has the responsibility of ensuring that an interpreter is there. No interpreter? He should keep it to himself.
I think this places an even greater burden of charity on the congregation (and thereby on the elders as well) to plan ahead. Do you believe that these Spirit-led utterances are supposed to be a normal part of the service? You do well to set parameters and practice. Without parameters, you will get chaos, and your primary means of guiding the church in these things will be stamping out the disorder. Without practice, having stamped out the disorder, you get… nothing. Your service will be identical to our brothers in the cessationist camp, broken up by six-month swings into Pentecostal hysteria.
Christianity Isn’t dying. I’m always fond of Ed Stetzer’s statistics.