The Gods Aren’t Angry

I love the teachings of Rob Bell, who you may know from his book Velvet Elvis or the Nooma DVD series often played in churches. Back in October I had the opportunity to hear him speak at Oven’s auditorium here in Charlotte and he simply blew my mind. In The Gods Aren’t Angry he does it again.

Bell paints this evocative, visceral image of God as one who loves. Now as a Christian I have heard this message countless times, but Bell uses the book of Leviticus, the book so often refered to for having its so-called “sword verses” of malicious intent. He explains through vignettes and through scripture just how radical our God is.

He begins by highly creatively relating the ontological argument, which basically postulates that there must be a God because otherwise where did we get the idea that there was something outside of ourselves controlling this planet.

From there Bell moves on to discussing, in a very standard way if you are familiar with his teachings, some finer points of ancient sacrificial practices, leading up to the Jewish people. He then segued into the vignettes section in which he very ingeniously relates the power of God’s unending love.

I won’t go into too much detail so as not to spoil the beauty of the sermon but this is just like an interesting Nooma for 1.5 hours! If you are a fan of the Nooma videos or any of his books you are sure to be fascinated with The Gods Aren’t Angry.

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

It seems like every book I have read this sumer has been my new summer favorite, each one just as good as the one before it! I have read nothing but great books this summer, The Fountianhead, The Stranger, God is Not One, and now A Million Miles In A Thousand Years.

I would like to begin by thanking Todd Lesher for encouraging me to read this book, I had seen it and wanted to read it, but without his encouragement I would have never picked it up.

Donald Miller is a great writer. I read his most famous book Blue Like Jazz a few years back after being encouraged by another mentor at church. Miller likes to play to the side of Christians which is casual and spiritual at the same time, relating spirituality through stories and conversations rather than fire and brimstone sermons. He writes in a very different manner and thats what makes him intriguing.

In A Million Miles In A Thousand Years Miller tells the story of story. The concept originates through his new friends Steve and Ben who are movie producers. One day they come to Portland  OR where Don lives to ask him if they can make a movie of his life, based on his book Blue Like Jazz. There’s only one catch, they think his life needs some spicing up a bit, some obstacles and climaxes and editing in general. This sets in motion an entire chain of events which compel Don to “live a better story” from story seminars with famous Hollywood screenwriters, to hiking the Inca Trail in Peru, to simply “getting the girl.” Miller really conveys the importance of living your life like a story, because thats the way God intended it to be lived.

This book, much like his NY Times best seller Blue Like Jazz is a wonderful ramble  through Don’s life experience around the time the script for the movie was being written. And also much like Blue Like Jazz it makes for a thoroughly enjoyable book! In the words of Rob Bell “I felt like this book read me more than I read it.”

Beyond only being enjoyable A Million Miles In A Thousand Years sets out a difficult challenge: to go out and live your story, which if you read the book, you will understand just how simultaneously blissful and terrifying that can be.

I would 100% recommend A Million Miles In A Thousand Years to Anyone without stipulation or reserve. It is just a great read: intellectual, challenging, enjoyable, throughout provoking, and stimulating all through!

(I’m also looking forward to the Blue Like Jazz movie! Check it out!)

The Pittsburgh Project: Day 2

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27

It is currently sweltering hot. We are scurring around the project trying to find fans to cool down our room.

This morning we awoke and grabbed a quick braekfast at Panera bread, I had a lushious chibatta sandwitch with bacon eggs and cheese. After Panera our group wondered over to he park, we go every year, people play frisbee, kickball, or as I do, take nature walks. The park and all that running go us mighty tired so following that we journeyed over to the mall.

The Pittsburgh mall is actually fairly legit, I had a Mr. Smoothie (peach/strawberry) which took shipping with Peter, Sophie and I. first we headed over to Old Navy to get Peter a towel on the cheap, and then on to the main attraction: H&M! I bought a totally legit shirt on sale for $15 and in Pennsylvania there is no sales tax on clothig so it was just flat, which is unusual.

The mall and lunch was great, and after that escapade it was finally time to go to North Charles street! On the way there I was the unofficial tour guide, explaining the Pittsburgh scene as we passed things.

It is wonderful to be back at the project again! We got knot our work groups and traveled to the homeowners house to check out what we would be doing.

As the day came to a close it was time for a round of one of my favorite things in the world, evening prayer! The verse at the beginning of the post today comes from hr first chapter of the book of James, this first chapter is great to start with because I covers like a bunch of important things so everyone got somthing diffrwnt out of the reading and meditation time.

Aster evening prayer we all headed up to the room and after the sweltering hot part (we now have upwards of 10 fans in our room) we told a few stories and went to sleep!

READING: James 1

The Sunday Morning Sitcom Factory

This morning I woke up early to go to church, as for many of you, this is part of the mundane Sunday ritual. I get up (late) and scurry off to grab a quick shower and shove something along the lines of a granola bar into my mouth before I run out of the door  to Forest Hill. This Sunday, unusually, I had nowhere I had to be, no band to play in, no small group to lead, no youth group to attend. It was really odd. For the first time in a long while I didn’t feel pugged in. I guess I was reluctant to go.

The seromn today was by guest pastor Clayton King, of NewSpring Church in Greenville. Something he said struck a chord with me: he said that as 2010 Christians we expect to come to church and be entertained,

“We come to church and expect to be entertained, we want to laugh, then feel sad, then be happy, all in 3o minuets. We expect this to be our little sunday morning sitcom: The pastor presents some big problem and then before the service is out he fixes it.”

I love provocative statements like that. It got the cogs of my brian turning and the dendrites firing. For a while now I have had this disquiet with what we call church today. I’m not so sure it is the same church we see in the Bible. To answer this question I turned to Wayne Grudem’s Bible Doctrine, to gave me a few, more precise questions to ask:

“What makes a church a church? What is necessary to have a church? Might a group of people who claim to be Christians become so unlike what a church should be that they should no longer be called a church? While in the early centuries of the Christian church there was little controversy about what was a true church, with the Reformation a crucial question emerged: How can we recognize a true church?” (Grudem, 396)

With that thought I think it would be logical to take a look at what the early church looked like in its first hundred years or so, because is something not purest at its origin? So we turn to the preeminent history of the early church, The Bible.

We see in the ladder half of the New Testament that church is a place where people come together to worship simply, and most importantly cognitively, it seems of implicit significance that while we worship and delve into the word that we also stress mental growth over emotive experience. Now, when I refer to the ubiquitous “emotive experience” I am not saying that the emotional undercurrent of our faith is inherently wrong, it is in fact very necessary aspect therein.  I am in fact referring rather to a pattern seen recently in churches, and especially in youth groups, which attempts to elicit and concentrate that emotion repeatedly each and every week.

Just as addiction to any substance will require larger and larger doses of said substance to take effect, creating an environment overly conducive to the emotive experience will, by that same token act in the same manner.  The way substances affect the brain is that:

“All drugs of abuse—nicotine, cocaine, marijuana, and others—affect the brain’s “reward” circuit, which is part of the limbic system. Normally, the reward circuit responds to pleasurable experiences by releasing the neurotransmitter dopamine, which creates feelings of pleasure, and tells the brain that this is something important—pay attention and remember it. Drugs hijack this system, causing unusually large amounts of dopamine to flood the system. Sometimes, this lasts for a long time compared to what happens when a natural reward stimulates dopamine. This flood of dopamine is what causes the “high” or euphoria associated with drug abuse.” (Drugabuse.gov)

thus a manufacturing ofthe emotive experience” at its very core will cause the subject of the emotion to require more and more to get that “spiritual high” or “mountain-top” experience. What if following sunday after sunday of this high-octane, highly polished worship which lasts for half and hour we were to attend a small rural church? What if during that service God really did show up, really did do something amazing? How would we react? We have been meeting an idea of God, rather a temporary, sexy, but all together quite too fleeting idea of God.  Would we be bored, bored because there were no lights, bored because there was no ProPresenter graphics or flashy video? I hazard a guess we would be.

I go to a Christian high school, and we have chapel each week, we meet in a gym, there isn’t a M550 Vista controlled computer lighting system, or smoke machines, there is just a little band and a little message. I get bored. Why? Because, just as Pavlov so famously conditioned his dogs to salivate, the 21st century church has conditioned me about how to worship. It has taken work to get out of that paradigm.

God,  it seems, has created our brains to work in a very specific way, and for our emotion to interact with the brain thusly,

“Neurologists believe they’ve found the sweet spot for spiritual experience — in the temporal lobe. Some scientists say the temporal lobe, which is associated with emotion and memory, is the seat of spirituality.” (NPR)

The temporal lobe is both the place in the brian effected by substances as well as by our “emotive experience”

“The identification of five dopamine receptors in the past decade… has led to renewed enthusiasm for the study of the possible role of dopaminergic dysfunction in neuropsychiatric conditions, especially in psychotic disorders and substance abuse.” (American College of Neuropsychopharmacology)

Ok, so take all that information in. Let’s break this down and analyze what this all means:

  1. Church is not a sitcom; it does not need to be an entity which simply serves to theologically entertain its audience of worshipers.
  2. There are things that church should and shouldn’t be, beyond simply not being a cult.
  3. God created our minds to work in a specific way, and if we over-sitmulate part of our brain, it will begin to deaden.
  4. The early church wants us to use our minds over letting ourselves get swept away by emotion. Often our minds are far more permanent than our emotions.
  5. Drugs, emotions,  and spiritual experience all effect the same part of our brain, and should be treated with the same care.

I want to repeat that I am in no way stressing that emotion in church is inherently bad. But if you are having a mountain- top experience every day, then is it really a mountian-top experience? Geographically speaking if all the land were the top of a mountain, does that still make it a mountain-top, or then is all the earth simply just a bit thicker? Emotion is good, just as mountains are different from valley’s and plains.

One last analogy: Our spiritual body is like our physical body, just as temperamental, albeit everlasting. And church each week should be like vitamins we take every day, to keep us healthy and well and functioning like a well oiled machine. It should be thoughts, or teachings, not an experience, the moment it becomes an experience it’s no longer a vitamin. Then lets think of our emotional confrontation with spirituality as something like penicillin. Sometimes it is irrevocably necessary, but  if you take it every day, when you really need it it will have little to no effect.

So, all in all, could we try a Sunday where we simply learn from The Bible, where we don’t try to fill the moments with excitement or enticement, just fill them with teaching. Simply The Word, that should be enough.