The Hardest Other Culture To Learn From

James Petigru Boyce biography
After see­ing a favor­able men­tion by Andy Nasel­li, I read a fas­ci­nat­ing inter­view with Tom Net­tles, a schol­ar who wrote a biog­ra­phy of the Bap­tist leader James Boyce.

The inter­view­er asked Dr. Net­tles, “How would you respond to some­one who said he would nev­er read your book for the sim­ple fact that James P. Boyce was from the South and owned slaves?”

As a min­is­ter to col­lege stu­dents, I was curi­ous to see what he would say. Young peo­ple today are often eager to learn from every cul­ture but our own for pre­cise­ly the rea­sons implic­it in the ques­tion. The virtues of ear­li­er Amer­i­can or Euro­pean lead­ers are often swamped by their vices, and so col­lege stu­dents seem unable to appre­ci­ate the oth­er cul­ture that is our past. And they are par­tic­u­lar­ly prone to judge dead Chris­tians harsh­ly.

Dr. Net­tles’ answer is amaz­ing:

I would try to resist the pro­duc­tion of a long list of insults to the intel­li­gence of one so big­ot­ed, nar­row-mind­ed, unthink­ing and hyp­o­crit­i­cal as even to think such a thing. Employ­ment of such a prin­ci­ple would shut one off from the study of the Old Tes­ta­ment, vir­tu­al­ly all of the ancient cul­tures, Greek dom­i­nance of the intertes­ta­men­tal peri­od, the Roman Empire, the his­to­ry of Eng­land until the first half of the nine­teenth cen­tu­ry, the his­to­ry of colo­nial Amer­i­ca, the lives of Thomas Jef­fer­son, George Wash­ing­ton, the entire ante-bel­lum South and so forth. If one believes that the union of church and state has brought untold suf­fer­ing and evil to both church and state as well as soci­ety in gen­er­al (which I do), and feels that avoid­ing the doc­u­ments pro­duced in that con­text is a moral neces­si­ty for a Chris­t­ian and that aware­ness of their view­points on the­ol­o­gy, pol­i­tics, phi­los­o­phy, and soci­ety are rep­re­hen­si­ble and unwor­thy of the intel­lec­tu­al and spir­i­tu­al life of a Chris­t­ian (which I don’t), then avoid the study of the Ger­man Ref­or­ma­tion, the Eng­lish Ref­or­ma­tion and all west­ern medieval cul­ture. Bring to void any ben­e­fit from the study of Augus­tine, Anselm and Aquinas. Know noth­ing of the City of God, the Proslo­gion, and the Sum­ma. If one stud­ies his­to­ry and gains inter­est in per­sons and nations sim­ply on the basis of per­son­al moral approval of the sub­ject or the era in which he lived, he prob­a­bly can find jus­ti­fi­ca­tion for the study of noth­ing and spend his life con­grat­u­lat­ing him­self that he is igno­rant of every­thing. But if one wants to see the oper­a­tions of the mind of a high­ly gift­ed, intel­lec­tu­al­ly and moral­ly dri­ven per­son, whose flaws are obvi­ous and will not hurt us and whose strengths are mas­sive and will inspire and help us, then go for Boyce. If one wants to see the way in which the­o­log­i­cal and bib­li­cal com­mit­ments tran­scend the abil­i­ty of any indi­vid­ual to facil­i­tate the moral, intel­lec­tu­al, and spir­i­tu­al lofti­ness engen­dered in the study of divine rev­e­la­tion, study Boyce. If one want to see how that same com­mit­ment, nev­er­the­less, rais­es a com­mon sin­ner such as we all are to uncom­mon heights of self-sac­ri­fice inspired by a vision of the divine glo­ry, study Boyce. If one wants to see how Chris­t­ian char­ac­ter con­stant­ly nour­ished by increased knowl­edge of the truth as it is in Jesus Christ can inter­rupt the nat­ur­al ten­den­cy to bit­ter­ness and resent­ment and seething hos­til­i­ty fos­tered by the crush­ing destruc­tion and snarling ridicule of deeply-held con­vic­tion and unfet­tered com­mit­ment to a cause and trans­form the soul to the sweet­ness of a rec­on­ciled and rec­on­cil­ing pos­ture of mind, study Boyce.

Empha­sis mine.

Wow. So yeah, learn from the past. Even dead slave own­ers were not with­out some wis­dom and virtue. And remem­ber — your descen­dants will judge you far more harsh­ly than you imag­ine.

Testing My Faith

PositiveSee­ing Kevin DeY­oung’s blog post today remind­ed me that I have anoth­er essay I’ve nev­er uploaded to my dig­i­tal library.

Every once in a while I talk with a stu­dent who’s not sure if they’re real­ly a Chris­t­ian, and so I wrote Test­ing My Faith — Being Con­fi­dent of My Sal­va­tion — it’s a med­i­ta­tion on some pas­sages in 1st John that help peo­ple dis­cern where they’re at with Jesus.

Hope you find it help­ful. As always, feed­back is appre­ci­at­ed.

I Am Now Twice The Age Of A Freshman

Toomy
Today I am twice the age of an incom­ing col­lege fresh­man. My stu­dents are in trou­ble now, because age and treach­ery always trump youth and exu­ber­ance.1

The scales are tilt­ed even more in my favor than you might sup­pose. It’s not just that I’m twice their age — I’m far old­er in terms of adult expe­ri­ence. Let’s say that you begin expe­ri­enc­ing the world as an adult at the age of 16 (ignore the howls of laugh­ter you hear in the back­ground). Then most fresh­men have expe­ri­enced life as a grown up for two years. I, on the oth­er hand, have spent twen­ty years in that same state.

Twen­ty is ten times two. So although I am mere­ly twice the bio­log­i­cal age of fresh­men, I am TEN TIMES as expe­ri­enced at think­ing like an adult. Advan­tage: me.

And if you think about it from a pure­ly legal per­spec­tive, the fresh­men have mere months of expe­ri­ence as an eigh­teen-year-old. I’ve been a legal adult for some­thing like 50 times longer than them.

So there. Hap­py birth­day to me.

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1That’s sort of a quote. There are a lot of vari­ants of it online.

And Then What Happened?

Warriors ...I got back from a trip yes­ter­day and was greet­ed by my three-year old son. He had some­thing to tell me about preschool:

He said, “Matthew hit me today.”

So I said, “Real­ly? And then what hap­pened?”

He said, “I hit him.”

Rea­son­able enough for a three-year old. And around this time the teacher is prob­a­bly about to get involved, and I’m pret­ty curi­ous about what she did. “What hap­pened after that?”

He said, “He hit me again.”

Uh-oh. This might not be a very good sto­ry. “And then what hap­pened?”

He got a big grin on his face. “I tum­bled him.”

I start­ed to grin back. It was part­ly a response to his grin, part­ly amuse­ment at his inven­tive use of the word “tum­ble”, and part­ly pride in my war­rior son.

“I see. And then what hap­pened?”

“Noth­ing.”

I burst into laugh­ter. So did Paula. What would you have done?

Scheduling a Quarter or Semester

Stan­ford 2010 Spring Quar­ter
Some­thing I need to do every quar­ter is plan out our Chi Alpha events, but there are few cal­en­dars in the for­mat I pre­fer. I like see­ing all the weeks of the quar­ter stacked on top of one anoth­er.

So I made a lit­tle tool that gen­er­ates a week­ly cal­en­dar for an arbi­trary date range (such as a quar­ter or a semes­ter). Just put the first day of class and the last day of finals in and the pro­gram should do the rest.

A fea­ture I’m par­tic­u­lar­ly proud of is that you can export the result­ing cal­en­dar to .doc (Microsoft Word) for­mat so you can cus­tomize it with your own events.

The script is ugly but func­tion­al. The result­ing cal­en­dars, on the oth­er hand, are pret­ty and func­tion­al. 🙂

An Easter Ballad

I know what you’re think­ing. You’re think­ing, “When I was a kid what I
need­ed for East­er was a bas­ket filled with can­dy. But what do I need
for East­er now that I’m all grown up?”

And the answer is: you need a bal­lad. You did­n’t know you need­ed a
bal­lad until just now, but you do.

Hap­py East­er!

Now on the first day of the week, at ear­ly dawn, the women went to the tomb, tak­ing the aro­mat­ic spices they had pre­pared. They found that the stone had been rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. While they were per­plexed about this, sud­den­ly two men stood beside them in daz­zling attire. The women were ter­ri­bly fright­ened and bowed their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, “Why do you look for the liv­ing among the dead? He is not here, but has been raised! Remem­ber how he told you, while he was still in Galilee, that the Son of Man must be deliv­ered into the hands of sin­ful men, and be cru­ci­fied, and on the third day rise again.” Luke 24:1–7, NET

Challenges For Chi Alpha at the University of Vermont

We Can Try
Our new Chi Alpha chap­ter at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Ver­mont is run­ning into some prob­lems get­ting rec­og­nized as a stu­dent group on cam­pus.

Accord­ing to an arti­cle in the Ver­mont Cyn­ic (the cam­pus paper):

SGA does not rec­og­nize clubs that dis­crim­i­nate. How­ev­er, some say they are about to.
Chi Alpha’s con­sti­tu­tion states “[All offi­cers] will pro­fess Chris­t­ian faith as expressed in the Nicene Creed, and they will sup­port the mis­sion and val­ues of nation­al Chi Alpha Cam­pus Min­istries.”
Claire Chevri­er, SGA Stu­dent Activ­i­ties Chair, who is in charge of review­ing clubs’ con­sti­tu­tions for dis­crep­an­cies, said she was con­cerned about Chi Alpha’s pro­posed con­sti­tu­tion.
“When I saw that state­ment about the offi­cers I said ‘red flag, that doesn’t seem right,’” Chevri­er said. “I ini­tial­ly thought they would have to change that to abide by our dis­crim­i­na­tion pol­i­cy, but they were pas­sion­ate about keep­ing it in there because they were wor­ried about the longevi­ty of the club.”

It is prop­er for reli­gious orga­ni­za­tions to have reli­gious require­ments for lead­ers. I don’t get why some peo­ple don’t get this. Requir­ing a Chris­t­ian orga­ni­za­tion to allow non-Chris­tians to lead it is like requir­ing a church to hire a non-Chris­t­ian pas­tor. It’s ludi­crous.

UPDATE: On Tues­day, March 30th the stu­dent gov­ern­ment vot­ed unan­i­mous­ly to approve Chi Alpha at UVM with­out requir­ing any changes to their con­sti­tu­tion. Woot!

The Best Paragraph I’ve Read In Weeks

Orange smileI stum­bled upon this lit­tle gem today:

Yes­ter­day I spoke ill of Glenn Beck on my Twit­ter feed. It kin­da ruf­fled some peo­ple, I think. I will not be issu­ing a “What I real­ly meant” tweet. 🙂 What I meant when I said Beck is an “idol­a­trous fear­mon­ger” is that he wor­ships idols and mon­gers fear. (source: the excel­lent Jared Wil­son)

I laughed out loud for a good thir­ty sec­onds when I read that. It’s refresh­ing to see some­one stand by their words even when they annoy peo­ple. It’s a rare form of courage in our cul­ture.

Plus I love the phrase “he wor­ships idols and mon­gers fear.” Bril­liant. Glenn Beck fans and foes alike should admire such wit.

March 17 Means More Than Green Beer

St. PatrickThe man we call St. Patrick was born in Roman Britain around 385 as Maewyn Suc­cat. Two of his orig­i­nal let­ters sur­vive: his Con­fes­sio and his Epis­to­la ad Coroticum, the lat­ter being notable for mak­ing him, in Thomas Cahill’s words “the first human being in the his­to­ry of the world to speak out unequiv­o­cal­ly against slav­ery” (How The Irish Saved Civ­i­liza­tion, page 114).

At 16 he was cap­tured in a slave raid and tak­en to Ire­land where he was sold to a Druid chief­tain. For the next six years Patrick labored as a shep­herd.

Although Patrick was raised in a Chris­t­ian fam­i­ly, he had not tru­ly believed in Jesus. His slav­ery gave him time to reflect on life, and as he explained, “the Lord opened my mind to an aware­ness of my unbe­lief, in order that, even so late, I might remem­ber my trans­gres­sions and turn with all my heart to the Lord my God, who had regard for my insignif­i­cance and pitied my youth and igno­rance. And he watched over me before I knew him, and before I learned sense or even dis­tin­guished between good and evil, and he pro­tect­ed me, and con­soled me as a father would his son” (Con­fes­sio 2).

Patrick’s devo­tion to Christ inten­si­fied, “More and more did the love of God, and my fear of him and faith increase, and my spir­it was moved so that in a day [I said] from one up to a hun­dred prayers, and in the night a like num­ber; besides I used to stay out in the forests and on the moun­tain and I would wake up before day­light to pray in the snow, in icy cold­ness, in rain, and I used to feel nei­ther ill nor any sloth­ful­ness, because, as I now see, the Spir­it was burn­ing in me at that time. And it was there of course that one night in my sleep I heard a voice say­ing to me: ‘You do well to fast: soon you will depart for your home coun­try.’ And again, a very short time lat­er, there was a voice proph­esy­ing: ‘Behold, your ship is ready.’” (Con­fes­sio 16–17).

After receiv­ing this vision, Patrick fled 200 miles to the coast and found a ship prepar­ing for a sea voy­age. He jour­neyed back to his home­land, expe­ri­enc­ing mirac­u­lous guid­ance and pro­vi­sion along the way.

After liv­ing at home for a few years Patrick had anoth­er vision, “I saw a man whose name was Vic­tori­cus com­ing as it from Ire­land with innu­mer­able let­ters, and he gave me one of them, and I read the begin­ning of the let­ter: ‘The Voice of the Irish’, and as I was read­ing the begin­ning of the let­ter I seemed at that moment to hear the voice of those who were beside the for­est of Foclut which is near the west­ern sea, and they were cry­ing as if with one voice: ‘We beg you, holy youth, that you shall come and shall walk again among us.’ And I was stung intense­ly in my heart so that I could read no more, and thus I awoke.” (Con­fes­sio 23)

So Patrick obe­di­ent­ly returned to Ire­land. As before, he was a slave. But this time he was a slave of Christ. His mis­sion to Ire­land brought fierce oppo­si­tion from the Irish Druids. He faced them with great faith: “Dai­ly I expect to be mur­dered or betrayed or reduced to slav­ery if the occa­sion aris­es. But I fear noth­ing, because of the promis­es of Heav­en; for I have cast myself into the hands of Almighty God, who reigns every­where.” (Con­fes­sio 55)

Even­tu­al­ly, tra­di­tion tells us, Patrick found him­self debat­ing the Druid lead­ers before an Irish king. The debate was ran­corous, and at one point the Druids began attack­ing the doc­trine of the Trin­i­ty. Patrick plucked a three-leaved clover and asked them whether it was one or three. The Druids had no answer, and this debate was piv­otal in per­suad­ing the king to con­vert to Chris­tian­i­ty.

By the end of his life, Patrick had plant­ed over 700 church­es and trained around 1,000 min­is­ters. One third of the tribes of Ire­land became Chris­t­ian through his min­istry. He thus ranks as one of the great­est mis­sion­ar­ies in his­to­ry, and became known as the one who “found Ire­land all hea­then and left it all Chris­t­ian.”

If you want to learn more, you should read his Con­fes­sio – it’s only 62 vers­es long and is avail­able many places online (at the Chris­t­ian Clas­sics Ethe­re­al Library, at Robot Wis­dom, and at the Catholic Infor­ma­tion Net­work, to pick three).

And so remem­ber – St. Patrick’s Day is about far more than green beer and pinch­ing peo­ple. It’s about hon­or­ing one of the most effec­tive min­is­ters of all time.

Best Church Sign Ever?

the amazing church sign: the Apostolic Original Holy Church of God, IncFor years I’ve dri­ven past this church sign, and I’ve always meant to take a pic­ture. I final­ly did it, and so now I would like to intro­duce you to the Apos­tolic Orig­i­nal Holy Church of God Incor­po­rat­ed, the most amaz­ing name on a church sign I have ever seen.

After inves­ti­gat­ing, I’ve dis­cov­ered that it’s not just the sign for a church — it’s the sign for an orga­ni­za­tion­al (denom­i­na­tion­al?) head­quar­ters. The prop­er name of the church is Mount Olive Apos­tolic Orig­i­nal Holy Church of God (MOAOHCOG, for short) in Men­lo Park, CA.

You can find more affil­i­at­ed church­es by googling “Apos­tolic Orig­i­nal Holy Church of God”.