Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label redemption. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Hansel and Gretel


As I walked to the repair shop to pick up my car, I noticed a roadside sign for the local community theatre group. They were performing Hansel and Gretel. I thought about this story and silently wondered why a group would choose this play to perform in Calgary at this time of year. As a kid, and then later as a parent, I had never liked this story. It is the story of two children lost in the woods who look foolish because they did not create a reliable system that would allow them to find their way home. We might ask why the parents were not held accountable for allowing them to wander off. Then there is the encounter with the witch, a woman whose goal is to pop the two waifs into the oven and cook them up for a meal for herself. It is so horrifying that I can’t believe it is part of a story meant to be read to children. Why would anyone want to tell this story?

The answer, of course, lies in why we tell any stories to children. Certainly, some are predominantly a source of entertainment, but even entertaining stories can contain an ethical moral; most fairy tales do have an explicit or implicit moral. What is it that the story of Hansel and Gretel is teaching? The major message of the story seems to be that the world is a cold, cruel place filled with things that have the potential to “eat us up.” It tells us to be vigilant and ready to outwit the cruelty of this world. Unquestionably, if that is true, it is a message that must be told in whatever fashion adults and children will be able to hear. If the world is full of evil witches, dangerous stalkers, and corporate thieves, if we can outsmart the witches of this world, then we need to tell this story over and over.

But what about another “fairy tale” - a true one. Once upon a time there was a man and woman placed in a garden by an all-knowing Gardener. The Gardener loved them and wanted them to have a wonderful life in the garden he had created especially for them. He gave them much liberty and very few rules, but even the few rules he gave them proved to be too much for the two people. They broke the rules so completely that the Gardener had to send them away from the garden. Yet, even as he sent them away into a world inhabited by thorns, thieves, and witches he created a way back to the garden. If the couple, or any of their children, ever wanted to return to the beautiful garden, all they had to do was follow his son. The Gardener’s son was a great gardener who could tend even the wildest of soils filled with rocks, thorns, drought, and plant pests. Even in the most difficult of conditions, he could create works of art. He could have stayed in his father’s Grand Garden, but instead he chose to go out into the place where the man and woman had been sent, redeeming lives and patches of soil. There the son worked in obscurity creating small patches of beauty in a world filled with darkness and painful circumstances. The Gardener’s son waited patiently for the children of the garden couple to join him in the redemption process and win back a broken world.

For many of us that is more than just a fairy tale. It is the nature of how we see life. Yes, the world is full of evil witches and those who would take advantage of us at every turn; but there is an answer at hand. The answer is not simply using our wits to outsmart a hungry witch. We all know that the tricksters, false leaders, and pushers who promise candy but give death, can never be completely outwitted or avoided. On our own, there will always be a huckster who will catch us off guard long enough to do great damage in our lives. We need more than ourselves. We need a community all on the same path, following the “way back.” We need the Gardener’s son.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Broken


I am damaged on the inside
My soul don’t quite work true
There are foul spots on my right side
And my wrong side’s looking cruel

I am broken on the upside
Spirit’s broken down
There’s downsides to this arrangement
But I’m hanging in for now

Broken, damaged, injured,
Wounded, cracked, beat-up
Somehow we are all the same
So down we must look up

You know what I am feeling
Cause you are broken too
You’re hiding it away from me
I'm hiding this from you

There are people who are dying
Those who need my care
Seems “my give-a-damn” is busted
Can’t quite seem to care

Broken, damaged, injured,
Wounded, cracked, beat-up
Somehow we are all the same
So down we must look up

Broken, but I want to be whole
Damaged, and needing repair
Wounded, but desiring healing
Injured, and lacking care

The wounds that I am feeling
I can’t heal on my own
Heaven come and help me now
As on my knees I groan

Ten Thousand angels never
Would be enough to heal
The damage done by demons
Who are biting at my heels

Broken, damaged, injured,
Wounded, cracked, beat-up
Somehow we are all the same
So down we must look up

(Lyrics by Key of Zed: Mike Charko and Keith Shields)

Friday, January 1, 2016

Small Steps


Resolutions or irresolution; we hear many opinions. You may also hear many statistics telling us that only about 7% will have kept their resolutions by the second week in January. You don’t even want to read a blog about resolutions! Neither do I. So instead I would like to advocate for small, feeble, steps throughout the entire year.
“God is waiting eagerly to respond with new strength to each little act of self-control, small disciplines of prayer, feeble searching after him. And his children shall be filled if they will only hunger and thirst after what he offers.”
Those are the words of the former Bishop of Edinburgh of the Scottish Episcopal Church, Richard Holloway. He is a controversial theologian; but I find this to be an inspiring statement.

To these words I would add that this means that God is waiting for every feeble step toward Jesus; for, our trajectory is everything. Moving toward Jesus may mean small steps in the direction of self-control, prayer, and searching. It may also mean small steps toward helping the poor, the oppressed, the sick, the widow, the orphan, and the spiritually lost. Small steps - that is all I can take. Small improvements to this world I have been given - by God's grace, that is all I can hope to achieve. Yes, I will be filled. I will be filled if I hunger and thirst. I will be filled if I hunger and thirst for these small steps toward a redeemed world.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Road Goes Ever On and On

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
At 54 years of age, my road is longer than some, and yet shorter than others. I know that my road will go on for a short, or a long way, and it will go on and join other roads after I can no longer travel. I know that I must take this road. It will branch in places and I will need to choose the better road that is not always the easier road, and not even the best road for me. That is what it means to be on a mission for and with others. The others are apparent at every point in the road. I will want to take a road that serves my wife, children, grandchildren, and other descendants. It is less obvious that I will want to take the road that favours my fellow travellers: those whom I have met, those whom I work alongside, those with whom I share citizenship, those whom I serve in a community of faith, and even those who are suffering in far off countries like Nepal and Nigeria (to name only two of approximately 200). Ultimately, I want to walk the road that serves the mission of God: to seek and save the lost, to be an instrument of peace and redemption, and to leave this world a better place than the world into which I was born. This is the road "I pursue with eager feet."


Thursday, November 20, 2014

Steve Taylor and the Perfect Foil



For those of you who loved Steve Taylor in the 80's, he's back; and back in style. The creator of such music as "Meltdown (At Madame Tussaud's)" (1984), "On The Fritz" (1985), "Lifeboat" (1985), and "This Disco (Used To Be A Cute Cathedral)" (1985) has released a new album. He used a Kickstarter campaign to raise the funds to record a studio album and plan a tour (the video for the Kickstarter is very funny). His new band, The Perfect Foil, includes Peter Furler, the former drummer and lead singer of Newsboys. Taylor and Furler have worked together for years and Taylor was behind many of the quirky lyrics of Newsboys songs. Remember these lyrics from the Newsboys song "Shine":
And try as you may, there isn't a way
To explain the kind of change
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur
That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster
Pure Steve Taylor lyrics.

The new album is called "Goliath" and was released on November 18. Although Taylor is known for his satirical songs, he is equally adept at serious poetry. "A Life Preserved" is one example on the new album.

A Life Preserved
(Music and Lyrics by Steve Taylor on the album Goliath by Steve Taylor and the Perfect Foil)
(Listen while you read)

Bobbing for air, I'm back again
A perfect ten of a dive without a pool
A perfect fool too slow to know
His wind has been knocked out till I'm gasping

Bobbing for air, been up and down
The once renown, angling for another act
Another tactical advance to who knows where
You found me there, I heard you there

Calling me out of the shallows of my world
Called to something graceful, something true
Gratitude's too cheap a word for all you've reassembled
From a spirit broken and unnerved
A life preserved
A life preserved

Bobbing for air, I've been atoned
Creation groaned to lift me as I drowned
And set my feet up on the mound of rock you crushed for me
A place to stand, whisper a command

Calling me out of the shallows of my world
Called to something graceful, something true
Gratitude's too cheap a word for all you've reassembled
From a spirit broken and unnerved
A life preserved

Bobbing for air, I have been served
A life preserved after all I'd cast away
You tipped the grayscale till the scales fell back to earth
And I saw colors, I heard a shout
Bobbing for air

Calling me out of the shallows of my world
Called to something graceful, something true
Gratitude's too cheap a word for all you've reassembled
From a spirit broken and unnerved
A life preserved

Calling me out of the shallows of my world
Called to something graceful, something true
Gratitude's too cheap a word for all you've reassembled
From a spirit broken and unnerved
A life preserved

I am very glad Steve Taylor is producing new music and getting out on the road to do some touring. The need is so great that I was about to start my own Steve Taylor Tribute Band. "Hey . . . I can do tall skinny white guy pogo-ing on the stage. Get me an "On The Fritz" suit and I am ready to go!"









Wednesday, November 21, 2012

God's Providence

I like this description of city and garden and Fall and Redemption in Making the Best of It.1

We must be careful, however, to see the Fall also in its context as just one part of the story. Some Christians instead have interpreted our current existence as if we are in a world utterly fallen, corrupted beyond repair, a valley of the shadow of death through which we must travel as expeditiously as possible in order to reach the sunlit lands of the next life. In particular, culture itself is seen as a bad thing in the form of the city - the antipode to Eden (which is, to make this contrast work best, depicted as a "natural" place, not the garden it was, which of course implies culture). The first city was founded by Cain. Aha! That means cities are bad, and thus all human culture downstream of the Fall is bad.

Yet long before the Bible set up its ongoing dialectic between the evil city (Babel/Babylon) and the good city (Jerusalem/Zion), even a little study of the immediate Biblical context suggests an interweaving of the good and the bad after the Fall. Genesis 4 proceeds from the story of Cain and Abel to show us at least two forms of cultural decline in the person of Lamech, who marries two wives and then boasts to them of his disproportionate violence, killing a man who had (merely) hurt him. Yet this Lamech fathers three sons, one of whom is the ancestor of nomads, those who dwell in tents and heard livestock; another of whom is the first musician; and the third of whom is the archetypal metalsmith. However one might be suspicious of cities, and however much one might disdain loutish Lamech, in the gracious providence of God even this family produces cultural advancement through three creative and productive sons.

I have always marvelled at a creator God who could use so many flawed people for His purposes. There are many in the Bible whom I would not want to meet, let alone befriend, who are used to fulfill the cultural or spiritual purposes of God. He seems infinitely capable of meeting us at our level and redeeming some part of our lives. He has worked through history with those who have pledged their faith in Him and those who have not and still brings about growth and progress in this family of humanity. I marvel at a God who allows good rain to fall on the righteous and the unrighteous; who works with the faithful and the depraved; and allows atheists to create art and science and literature which benefits humans and other creatures on this planet. I may not like this "loutish Lamech" but I am thankful for his farming, musical, and black smithy sons. It is a good thing that He can use any one. That tells me that, despite my flaws and sin and sloth, He can still use me.

1. Stackhouse, John G., Jr. Making the Best of It: Following Christ In The Real World. New York: Oxford University Press , Inc., 2008.

Monday, February 27, 2012

New Man

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Mike Charko and Keith Shields
(SOCAN 2012)

(Rom. 8:19, 22;  2 Peter 2:19)

I’m a new man
a neon sign
fleeting footsteps
mark my time
Pooling money
worn out shoes
a trusting spirit
nothing to lose

Waiting for the sons of God
to be revealed
Waiting for the Son to shine
One day I’ll be free

Slaves of corruption
creation groans
they might break my
mortal bones
Fractured rhythms
I hear the shots
search and rescue
eclipse my thoughts

Waiting for the sons of God
to be revealed
Waiting for the Son to shine
One day I’ll be free

Head for the station
before it’s too late    
I need a thousand hands
to carry this weight

Waiting for the sons of God
to be revealed
Waiting for the Son to shine
One day I’ll be free

Waiting for the sons of God
to be revealed
Waiting for the Son to shine
One day I’ll be free

"We still need - according to my old formulation - the Bible and the Newspaper." - Karl Barth

Sunday, March 27, 2011

God at Work

Our community of faith was blessed to see God's redemptive hand at work this past week. Some of us have been serving a man who is a contemporary "leper" and an outcast from society. He is a man who spent a long time in prison for things he has done. We have walked with him for over two years providing him with support and accountability.

This week he gave a tour of the downtown east side of Vancouver to a group of Bible college students who were visiting our church. He showed them many of the services he had used, the Christian ministries that have been a help to him, and the shelter he had used when he had no other place to stay for a brief period of time.

Although this man is not yet a follower of Jesus, it is apparent that God is slowly breaking through to him. He knows much about Jesus from his interactions with our church and other ministries. He was able to give back some of what he has learned and served these young people by showing them around and giving them insight into the needs of the community.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Puppet Strings

PUPPET STRINGS:
I can't keep from mourning for this topsy-
turvy world / With all its strife and pain /
Mourning for the lost and the desperate
children / Who can't remember their
names

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
is getting near / I can hear the devil
laughing / And its ringing in my ears

Long ago He chose us to inherit all His
kingdom / And we were blessed with light
/ But wandering away we disobeyed Him
in the garden / And stumbled into night

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
is getting near / I can hear the angels
weeping / And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who
desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully
crippled after cutting our own strings

But God said I'll forgive you I will face you
Man to man / And win your love again /
Oh how could there be possibly a greater
gift of love / Than dying for a friend

And I can feel it in my soul / Now the end
is getting near / I can hear the devil
laughing / And it's ringing in my ears

We are all like foolish puppets who
desiring to be kings / Now lie pitifully
crippled after cutting our own strings

Cutting our own strings / Cutting our own
strings / Cutting our own strings*
REDEMPTION:
Then his father, Zechariah, was filled with the Holy Spirit and gave this prophecy:
“Praise the Lord, the God of Israel,
because he has visited and redeemed his people.
He has sent us a mighty Savior
from the royal line of his servant David,
just as he promised
through his holy prophets long ago.
Now we will be saved from our enemies
and from all who hate us.
He has been merciful to our ancestors
by remembering his sacred covenant—
the covenant he swore with an oath
to our ancestor Abraham.
We have been rescued from our enemies
so we can serve God without fear,
in holiness and righteousness
for as long as we live.

And you, my little son,
will be called the prophet of the Most High,
because you will prepare the way for the Lord.
You will tell his people how to find salvation
through forgiveness of their sins.
Because of God’s tender mercy,
the morning light from heaven is about to break upon us,
to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death,
and to guide us to the path of peace.” - Luke 1:67-79 (New Living Translation)

*Randy Stonehill © 1976 KING OF HEARTS PUBLISHING
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