Self Forgetfulness

There is a common experience, or less
than individual sense of self
when the fullness of one
fills and in all; the head forever blessed.

So walk, measure out immeasurable greatness
and beg a vision’s expanse
to grasp at the edges of
the hope, the promise, and the power of the God
who put his hands down into a grave
and rose to take his rest.

Then we all, seated now within himself
and forgetting about ourselves
are cast by grace into faith
to stand before the Name of names
and resound in the perfect voice
all the glory’s praise.

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No Second Rate Sons


For it was fitting that he, for whom and by whom all things exist, in bringing many sons to glory, should make the founder of their salvation perfect through suffering. For he who sanctifies and those who are sanctified all have one source. That is why he is not ashamed to call them brothers, saying,

“I will tell of your name to my brothers;

in the midst of the congregation I will sing your praise.”

-          Hebrews 2:10-12

I have an accusation to bring against many of you, my fellow Christians. Your hearts are small and shriveled, and you do not believe even the edge of what God says about your place in his heart. We understand that God has a hatred for sin; that he is just when he judges. We have been taught and can grasp (as amazing as it is) that Christ came and died to bear the legal penalty of our sins. We get that, because of Christ, we will someday get to live eternally in the presence of God, worshipping him. But what? Is that it? Do we get saved through Christ then join the throng standing several hundred feet back from the throne, looking on in amazement as the 24 elders and cherubim and seraphim worship, enjoying the rays emanating from the throne and occasionally joining our voices with the song? Ha! Do not think so lowly of your Lord’s love that you insult him.

The writer of Hebrews will allow no such half-hearted imagining of God’s work on behalf of those whom he has chosen and called. His bold declaration is that Christ is not ashamed to call us his brothers. Do you grasp the massive weight of that statement? Enter the throne room of God. Walk upon your shaking legs into the great hall where the throne of jasper and carnelian sits looming over a sea of glass. Shield your eyes, if you dare look; or fall prostrate as Isaiah did, mumbling in fear at the presence of the one who makes the earth shake and mountains melt and makes galaxies collapse simply by willing it. None compare to him. None can approach him. What sort of reception do you expect upon your entrance? In such company a man is worthy of no notice. The cherubim, perhaps, with their many wings and never-ceasing voices, would command some attention. The shaking pillars and the air filled with smoke might play a distraction to a particularly scatter-brained being. But no, the all commanding center of attention is God himself.

What will you do when you enter that throne room which all men fear to enter and Christ stands and greets you as brother and sister, the delight of your presence bright in his eyes as he embraces you with shameless love? This truth should leave us breathless! God himself, unashamed to call a man his brother? Foolishness at best. No real God would stoop so low as dirty himself by association with things of flesh, blood, and dust.

Yet that is exactly what our God has done. Christ came; dust, sweat, and manure as his greeting. Christ came, lived and breathed humid air, peeled sunburned skin, and tripped and fell into the dust that his hands had used to form the first Adam. Christ lived and died, as much man as God, and purchased those who follow him a way into paradise. Even a thief bleeding out upon a cross was not below him. But Christ did not stop with purchasing us entrance, for that would be far too small a reward for his sacrifice. Instead, his blood bought for us an entrance into the very family of God. We are no second rate sons or daughter. Paul declares in Ephesians 2 that, “God, being rich in mercy…made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved— and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus.”

Your king does not frown upon you, Christian. Christ will neither scold nor push you away. He is a sympathetic high priest who knows full well all our struggles. Not only that, but it was fitting and appropriate for him to bring many sons to glory; the work he did in saving you was a pleasing work to him. He delights in you – in His work in you – for he sanctifies you, and you are given to him by his father. Therefore he calls you brother, and will rejoice when you finally enter into the Kingdom with him.

My prayer for you, my friends, is the same as Paul prayed for the Ephesians; that God would enlighten your eyes and enlarge your hearts so that you can know just how great his promises and passion toward you is, and how immeasurable his power is to complete the work he has begun. Hold fast, and rejoice! Your King loves you beyond all imagination.

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Natural Order

Tis bare genius, to think
a freedom to be found, and free;
that a snake could shed his scaly skin
no more a snake to be.

But no logic have men for things
that make neither sense nor mind
instead the live a perfect order
ignoring the impossibly

Of fingers curling round coffee cups
or planets making perfect course;
Of water cycling from sky to earth
or women giving children birth.
Instead, all is kept well sorted through
for “geniuses” to see.

Such order; such order is not for me
I shall keep bare the trust I have
and live, simply
letting a greater genius than the man I am
guide the way I think.

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Distracting Ourselves To Death


In a recent post I mentioned how the chaos of life often contributes greatly to my distraction from the things we as Christians ought to focus on. The Lord has a funny way of pressing topics home to me, often from unexpected sources. This afternoon I was listening to the White Horse Inn, a podcast discussion between a several Reformed pastors that usually focuses on church life, theology, biblical interpretation and the like. This week’s topic just happened to be “distracting ourselves to death,” somewhat of a departure from their normal subject matter. The discussion and analysis of the topic was poignant enough that I decide to lay out some of my response and share with you. Some of the statistics that they pointed out, such as our shrinking attention span, the dismal state of our education system, and the difficulty of getting people to actually work at something like reading or studying were staggering to me.

It is a sad truth that Americans have much lacking in the discipline of the mind. Ours is becoming a culture built upon distraction; our brains being trained to be comforted by a constant beck and call of background media. We tune out the people around us by turning up the music. We pass time by flipping channels, lingering only so long as something catches our eye. We distract ourselves from the focus of study by consistently checking our phones, computers, and the like.

Ha. As I started typing this my phone notified me of a text message, distracting me from the conversation I was in the midst of via Facebook chat, which was distracting me from organizing my thoughts to write this post. Three fingers pointing right back at me, mocking the one pointed at everyone else.

But that was then. I’ve reformed my ways since writing that last paragraph. I’m a new man. I’ve exited windows and closed tabs. Even muted my phone. And no, that’s not a TV that you hear in the background. Or music through the headphones.

(See what I just did there? I distracted you from the subject at hand with a comic interjection to keep your attention. I’m playing to your handicap.)

Through these headphones one of the guests on the White Horse Inn observed that the problem isn’t mainly that we get distracted so easily, but that we are becoming people who depend on distraction in order to function. Our minds become frantic for some new stimulation if the volume level stays below the peak line for too long. The long conversation must be interrupted and begun again in order for us to stay on task. The 45 minute sermon needs a video somewhere in the middle to remind people to stay awake. We need short chapters and large section headings.

Over time, this constant state of distraction cripples the brain. It prevents us from being able to dig down into things that are meant to engage us on a deeper level. Art becomes less meaningful as we lose the ability to attend to the small details. Music becomes more trivial and more people love a song for its catchy beat than its astute lyrics (observe; crank dat by soulja boy or Tonight by the Black Eyed Peas).

This is particularly relevant for we as Christians. We are to be a people who have knowledge of God’s Word and have spent the time, focus, and effort it takes to engage and wrestle with the Gospel and the Bible, having strengthened our souls and readied our minds by that engagement. We are commanded to “let the Word of Christ dwell richly in you.” There will be little richness to that field which is only lightly plowed. We are to be steadfast and regular in prayer. But how can these things be done if our minds have been shallowed by a lifetime of training that says anything which takes more than 5 minutes to understand isn’t work the effort?

It is my experience that the greatest treasures are found in Scripture, prayer, and the Christian life in general through much faithful striving. Proverbs declares that, “It is the glory of God to conceal things, but the glory of kings is to search things out.” (Prov. 25:2) Oh how true this is! The times where I have come to a passage that particularly perplexed me and spent 10, 25, 30 minutes (and even longer) thinking, reading, cross-referencing, and charting out the sentence and my thoughts have brought forth some of the sweetest fruit in my study of the Word. There is glory in there; a glory fit for kings!

Yet still our entire culture stands in opposition. Daily life pours itself out like a bucket of glitter and confetti calling for our attention, yet still Christ stands and says, “I am to be your focus. Don’t set your mind on this world, set it above where I am, seated and ruling with my father and where you soon shall be.” We forget the things of God easily enough as it is. How jealous we should be to protect ourselves, our friends, and our children from things that will drag us away even more!

Go, grab the word, and dig deep in it. Capture – make – a rare moment of solitude and lift your soul to the Lord in undivided adoration. Begin to train your mind to dig the long, painful furrows of deep thought. The fruit born will be well worth the work!

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I Go To War

I have a sword hanging over my desk in my dorm room at Moorhead; a sword nearly 5 feet tall, made mostly of plastic, and purchased at Target a few years ago on clearance after Halloween. A fun toy, and certainly gets a few looks, but not much good for any battle. It is, however, a reminder to me that I have come here with a solemn purpose and that my mindset is to be that of a man in a war zone. My eyes are to be open to see both friend and foe, my heart prepared for every opportunity, and my mind attentive to not only my studies but also to my commander. Oh that the Lord would open all our eyes to see our world in such a way!

I’ve come to Moorhead quite a different man than I was when I attended CLC four years ago. No more can I walk silently through halls and classes; my life must be a beacon and a banner. My voice must be a declaration of love and truth. I have tasted and I have seen that there are things far more massive than the futility of a life lived upon earthly things, and I shall give what life I have left to help others to see as well. May God use me.

I go to war; war has come to me, and I intend to make the most of it.

I pray the same is true for you.

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