Sunday, April 04, 2010

He is Risen!


The other disciples came in the boat, dragging the net full of fish, for they were not far from the land, but about a hundred yards off. When they got out on land, they saw a charcoal fire in place, with fish laid out on it, and bread. Jesus said to them, "Bring some of the fish that you have just caught." So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, 153 of them. And although there were so many, the net was not torn.
John 21:8-10


To All Our Friends,

We want to write and rejoice with you as we remember today the Resurrection of the Lord Jesus from the dead. He is risen indeed! All the hopes which we have enfolded in Jesus by faith are bound up in this fact--and it is symbolized in everything from our very baptism onwards. The fact that the divine Word who became truly human has conquered death itself means that as we are united with Him by faith, we have also been empowered to conquer sin and death.

I especially love the Resurrection account in which the above is found. The discouraged, hungry disciples decide to go fishing, apparently just to get something to eat. In spite of their own expertise in fishing (!), they fish through the night without any success. In the morning, Jesus appears, and following His empowering instructions, they catch a massive load of fish, much like they had at their initial calling as recorded in Luke 5:1-11.

As noted above, dragging this massive catch of fish to the shore, they are met not only by Jesus, but by fish and bread already baking on coals. This strikes me as a very surreal scene. Here these accomplished fishermen have sought for a catch all night long, and only finally succeed (spectacularly!) in the morning when following Messiah's directive. They gratefully, perhaps proudly, arrive at the shore dragging this net full of miraculously-caught fish, only to be confronted with an apparently also miraculous meal of fish and bread already waiting for them, ready to eat.

On one level, it must have seemed like some sort of joke. I think part of what Jesus is saying to his disciples, and perhaps to us, is that He doesn't need us. He could, in fact, do just do the work he has planned, and fulfill his plans on his own. The work is in effect symbolized in this "living parable" by the unbroken net containing "153 fish;" Jerome informs us that this was the number of kinds of fish thought to exist in that day--thus representing all of the nations.

But then, Jesus asks his disciples to bring some of the fish that they have caught (and that, too, under his power and direction). Though he doesn't approach us from a place of need, God invites us to participate in his Kingdom work throughout these nations thus represented. And in the midst of this, he provides for us and refreshes us as we enter into his purposes!

Even so, the grace and mercy by which we are saved (Eph. 2:8-9) flows and empowers us out into the works which God has prepared for us. May each of us follow the directive which he has given us, empowered by his Spirit to pursue his purposes.

May God's best and richest blessing be upon you and your families this Day of Resurrection! He is risen indeed!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Prayer for Clark Pinnock...and a Poem by Robertson McQuilkin

I was grieved to see the following prayer request for Dr. Clark Pinnock on a prayer request board this morning. I have some fairly significant issues with some of what Dr. Pinnock has written, but he is my brother in Messiah's grace. He has written the following farewell, and these may very well be his final public words:

"I want to inform you that I am now middle stage Altzheimers.
I will not be able to do my writing etc. I am73 years now
I've enjoyed my biblical 3 score and ten
I am not bitter I have had a good life. I'll meet you over
Jordan if not before. You are free to make this known
With love
Clark"
It brings to my mind the powerful and beautiful, yet chilling, poem written many years ago by Robertson McQuilkin, "Let me get home before dark," which I reproduce below. We'll see you across the Jordan, Clark, where all of us will have our theology fully corrected.
Let me get home before dark
A poem by Robertson McQuilkin
It’s sundown, Lord. The shadows of my life stretch back into the dimness of the years long spent. I fear not death, for that grim foe betrays himself at last, thrusting me forever into life: life with You, unsoiled and free. But I do fear. I fear the dark specter may come too soon – or do I mean too late? I fear that before I finish I might stain Your honor, shame Your name, grieve Your loving heart. Few, they tell me, finish well. Lord, let me get home before dark.

Will my life show the darkness of a spirit grown mean and small, fruit shriveled on the vine, bitter to the taste of my companions, a burden to be borne by those brave few who love me still? No. Lord, let the fruit grow lush and sweet, a joy to all who taste, a spirit-sign of God at work, stronger, fuller. Brighter at the end. Lord, let me get home before dark.

Will it be the darkness of tattered gifts, rust locked, half-spent, or ill-spent, a life that once was used of God now set aside? Grief for glories gone or fretting for a task God never gave? Mourning in the hollow chambers of memory, gazing on the faded banners of victories long gone? Cannot I run well until the end? Lord, let me get home before dark.

The outer me decays – I do not fret or ask reprieve. The ebbing strength but weans me from mother earth and grows me up for heaven. I do not cling to shadows cast by mortality. I do not patch the scaffold lent to build the real, eternal me. I do not clutch about me my cocoon, vainly struggling to hold hostage a free spirit pressing to be born.

But will I reach the gate in lingering pain – body distorted, grotesque? Or will it be mind wandering untethered among light phantasies or grim terrors? Of Your grace, Father, I humbly ask… let me get home before dark.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Beatles Archeology in the Year 3000

One of the funniest short videos I've ever seen....

Monday, June 15, 2009

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Yariv Goldman...

I discovered the music of Yariv Goldman through a mutual friend. Yariv is an Israeli artist whose songs demonstrate an uncommon beauty. The opening song, "Birkat HaCohanim," is a particular reworking of the blessing of Number 6:24-26.


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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Solsbury Hill

One of my favorite songs, I remember hoping (usually in vain) that it would come on the radio again when it came out in the late 1970's. Peter Gabriel's first hit, about what sounds like a spiritual epiphany of sorts. That's how I apply it, anyway:

Friday, February 27, 2009

A Sufi Songwriter

Phil Wickham is currently one of my favorite songwriters. He gets past so many current musical clichés in often very beautiful lyrics which somehow, ironically, bring to mind the words of some of the Sufi poets of past centuries, yet very Christologically focused. A live performance of my personal favorite is below: