Sunday, September 26, 2010

Zeitgeist Poetry

This from Linkin Park (taken from The Catalyst):

God save us everyone,
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?
For the sins of our hand
The sins of our tongue
The sins of our father
The sins of our young

And when I close my eyes tonight
To symphonies of blinding light...

Like memories in cold decay
Transmissions echoing away
Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky



Whatever one's opinion of their musical style or lyrical content, one cannot deny that to listen to Linkin Park's new album A Thousand Suns (FYI: contains profanity in some tracks) is to hear the cry of today. The progression of post-modernism and the fragmentation of American culture is reaching an inevitable zenith. The album sounds like a simultaneous shout of resistance and cry for help, with a undercurrent of doubtful hope. The sky is dark and getting darker, but the rising wind both brings the sound of thunder and blows away the stagnant air.

This coupled together with the recent release of William Gibson's Zero History, the third book in his post-9-11 series (another example of a perhaps more intentional attempt to capture the current zeitgeist: Gibson has stated that he no longer writes about conjectural future scenarios because the future has already arrived, and writing a story set in our present time conveys much the same sense that future-fiction did in the past: The present is changing so quickly that it writes like the future...). Those together and some other things have me thinking about where our culture is going.

We are all familiar with the rants about the decline and fall of the American superpower, which is beginning to look more and more like a foregone conclusion. (certainly a conclusion our government seems already to have both made and brought about, though one can argue about forces behind mere national governments from both a spiritual and a political/economic perspective)
I would argue that our national consciousness is moving to a point beyond that, however. Our relation to the rest of the world has never been our greatest concern anyway, but now we are beginning to wonder who we ourselves are. While stereotypically untravelled, enough Americans have gotten out into the world to notice that we are neither the most modern society, nor the most traditional one, but occupy an increasingly unsatisfying position in between, with a diminishing sense of identity and increasing disconnectedness.

It seems we are a nation of contradictions; having lost the benefits of our former cultural identity we are now defined by its negative elements: a culture of individuality without the rugged resourcefulness of our predecessors, a culture of capitalism which has all but lost its work ethic and concept of hard-earned profit and fallen prey to the lowest common demoninator of hedonism and dependency, a culture in which 70-80% of us profess to be Christians but prayers were banned from schools decades ago and now quietly taken off our money while books about vampires or mass deceptions perpetrated by the church fly off the shelves, and multitudes of churches will soon disappear with the last remnants of their aging congregations.

However, that contradiction is inexorably resolving itself, or perhaps I should say the internal contradiction is tearing an unsustainable culture into its coherent fragments. If you live in a beautiful patchwork quilt while training your children to believe that all patches are the same, that there is no quilt as such, and that the stitching can be ignored as irrelevant, you must not expect your home to endure.

In a way, I will be glad to see the contradiction resolve. I greatly dislike unstable situations artificially propped up past their point of survivability. When we define a given cultural institution, convention, or situation as good, we sometimes forget that it is always a function of time. Some institutions cease to be good, and should then cease altogether. Let what is false fail. If we as the body of Christ really wish to be light to the world, we should open our eyes and see how dark that world really is, and how desperately in need of a Savior. Looking at students today in America (and in many other parts of the world), one may see a strangely paradoxical combination of apathy and cynicism mixed with a curiosity and openness, unrestricted by both conventional morality and hypocrisy and having little tolerance for either, all moving at ease among (and by means of) the technological innovations that increasingly define our society. Yet behind it all there really is a desperate cry for love, relevance, and ultimate meaning which is beginning to break through. In a sense, this generation of youth/students is more open than any recent ones before it, if one is willing and able to abandon many previous forms and methods, while demonstrating love and speaking truth. But so few are able to do so.. we become attached to our own methods and ways of doing things, or those ways we inherited, confusing them with the truth and love they were in their own time developed to convey, or else finding in these familiar forms our own worth, and thus being unwilling to forsake them lest we find ourselves irrelevant in the tides of history as well.

But relevance is no longer something that can be maintained by effort, like a swimmer treading water in a moving stream. Change is no longer something that alters what is normal; change is the new normal.

We must learn to live and minister in such a world that is constantly shifting, learn to adopt external changes quickly and easily as they happen and when necessary, while sticking steadfastly and tirelessly to the Truth we have received. The gospel in its full revelation in Jesus Christ is 2 millenia old, and has not lost an ounce of relevance or credibility, while the Christian music of even 10 (5?) years ago is old enough now to have already passed far beyond the unacceptably dated phase into nostalgia. This should tell us something about our strong points...
Gospel: always relevant. External cultural forms: flying by in the wind.

And the wind is blowing ever stronger these days...

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Has this ever happened to you?

Recently a family friend visited my parents' home, and was recounting a story about his friend who did air traffic control. He paused during his story, attempting to remember which airport his friend had worked at. Suddenly the name "Newark" popped into my head. (I have never been within 300 miles of Newark, nor did I know his friend, nor had I really ever given any thought to whether that place existed or not, or where it was located) Just then, the friend said "Oh, it's that one in New Jersey". I then recalled that Newark was indeed somewhere in the vicinity of New Jersey, and volunteered "Newark?". "Yeah, that's it!" he said, or something to that effect, and continued with his story.

This is not the first time this has happened. Occasionally (maybe once every month or two), I hear something that someone is thinking of (usually it's word-for-word what they say, a few seconds before they say it) in my head. Does this make me crazy? Possibly. But I really don't have any rational motive for pretending I'm psychic or something weird like that -I'd be willing to concede that my brain is just good at guessing what someone is going to say based on things I've heard them say before- I'm mainly just curious if anyone else has had the same experience.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Alive and Not Asleep

It's 5AM. My eyes and forehead want sleep, but my body is awake and my mind is restless.

I've been on a long insomniac internet trek. It began around 1AM with routine facebook, gmail, and news checking, the sort that often precedes going to bed, but this time it transitioned smoothly into researching the Dallas metro system, and from there into checking Google Earth. Google Earth led me, predictably, to Taiwan. I wanted to see if there was any progress shown on the construction work beside the main metro station in Taipei. (On another internet wandering, I had learned that the construction sites I noticed while living there in 2007-2008 were going to be two relatively tall buildings with quite a bit underneath them, further extending the already extensive underground portion of the metro station area.)
Google Earth had apparently not updated its satellite pictures of Taiwan in quite some time, and did not even show the sites as they had been 3 years ago. I found a german site with an article about the construction, which linked to a skyscraper website with an old forum topic from about the time I was living there. Another quick search, however, revealed a recent one where someone had posted pictures. The deep holes are covered up, and vertical work is likely to begin soon, probably by the next time I manage to get to Taipei. In checking to see if anyone had posted new Taiwan-overlays for Google Earth, I came across an announcement that street-view was now available for parts of Taiwan. I went to check this out, and was rather moved to find that vast sections of Taipei are now viewable in detail from the streets. The exact alley on which I lived was not photographed, but the streets surrounding it were, and I could see all my favorite places on Yong Kong Street. I followed the photo links from Taipei over to Keelung, and found that it had been street-viewed too. I don't know how many employees Google has, but someone put in a lot of driving time... I wouldn't be surprised if Google wants to expand Google Earth into a complete visual representation of most of the Earth. They have already progressed quite far towards that goal... Using Keelung's street-view I went up onto a mountain to see if I could recreate the view of the city as I saw it when I was there on top of a mountain, but could not find the place where I had been previously. I went to look up the wikipedia article for Keelung to see if I could get my bearings, but found nothing pertaining to the statue I was looking for. I did notice that Keelung had been settled by a particular tribe before the Chinese arrived, and a few followed links led me to a map of Taiwan's indigenous tribal peoples. I noticed the Amis tribe, having met a few Taiwanese who were of Amis descent, and from their article went to search for their music on YouTube. I found the music of a famous singer named Difang, who apparently had a performance found and used by Enigma in a very famous song without crediting him. I remembered that I had heard his music in the home of a missionary in Taichung, and quickly found the original song (without drum and synth tracks) on iTunes. Definitely worth 99 cents for that one. I listened to it a few times, wondering if the song had words or simply melodic phonetic sounds, and went to look for a Cantonese language lesson video on YouTube, to check the pronunciation on a phrase I had learned from a friend at the Chinese church I go to. I did not find that phrase, but heard many others, and read an interesting article contrasting Mandarin and Cantonese and comparing their difficulty levels. (Cantonese was judged to be the more difficult of the two languages by several linguistic metrics) I then looked for a Hakka language video, as I have a few Hakka friends as well and would be interested in learning at least a few common phrases. I found what I was looking for, but will probably just have one of my friends teach me, as a later search on Wikipedia revealed that the Taiwanese variant of Hakka is not the same as the Guangdong variety, which I think is what the video was using. Reading about the Hakka people led to reading about the Mien people, -I just met a Mien lady this past weekend- who were heavily influenced by Hakka Chinese language and culture at some point in their collective pasts, and about how America used their help in Vietnam during the "Secret War" in Laos.
Now many of them live in Sacramento, apparently... Noticing that it was now after 4AM, I checked facebook and my email once again, and then checked a few webcomics that had updated after midnight. I listened again to the song by Difang, and felt very alive, as I often do when staying up this late.
For some reason the background noise of my mind dies down at these hours, and I become aware of my life, this life that we all experience in common, moment by moment. Now in the quiet hours when latest night shifts towards earliest morning, I write this short account of one night's doings, and ponder life as it passes. Small wonder I have trouble sleeping...
A mental prompting led me to check the syllabus for my World Missions Class this semester. As it turns out, I do indeed have an assignment due tomorrow, a one page essay on the World Evangelism Conference. That will be written quickly enough, the difficulty will be keeping it to anything as short as a page. Yet the thought of assignments due suggests that getting at least some sleep tonight is recommended. 3 hours of sleep is better than no sleep, perhaps.

And so this little rumination ends here. Perhaps someone will find this amusing. If not, at least my insomnia has manifested itself into written form. That should be useful later somehow.

Rest comes in many forms... sometimes sleep is not one of them.
-Joseph

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Home Someday

"Our Happy Home" - David Crowder

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Hallelujah, we are on our way
Hallelujah, we are on our way to God

From Egypt lately come
Where death and darkness reign
To seek our new our better home
Where we our rest shall gain

There sin and sorrow cease
And every conflict’s o’er
There we shall dwell in endless peace
And never hunger more

Jerusalem, our happy home
Would God I were in Thee
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joy that I might see

We soon shall join the throng
Their pleasures we shall share
And sing the everlasting song
With all the ransomed there

Jerusalem, our happy home
Would God I were in Thee
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joy that I might see

There in celestial strains
Enraptured myriads sing
There love in every bosom reigns
For God Himself is King

Jerusalem, our happy home
Would God I were in Thee
Would God my woes were at an end
Thy joy that I might see

Jerusalem, our happy home
Would God we were in Thee
Would God our woes were at an end
Thy joy at last shall see
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-Joseph

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Life and the Way.

I've done a great deal of thinking recently. Profitable thinking, I hope, the sort of thinking that leads to appropriate revisions of my world view.

It struck me the other day how brief the Bible really is. Of course, it's long in comparison to most books we read, but taken as a whole, humans have never been very literate creatures. The printing press is a fairly modern invention, after all, and our attention spans are shorter now than ever.

But just think of all the Bible -could- say. The Pharisees thought their list of regulations was appropriately detailed, but they didn't even scratch the surface. God's laws could run on to every single detailed aspect of our lives, filling tomes and tomes. The canon could continue to this day, periodically updated to reflect the complexity of modern life. The heresies that have emerged through the years could have been crushed by apostolic revelation, accompanied by the testifying signs and wonders, as in the years after Pentecost. We could have new epistles dealing with media, Christian music, and to what extent Christians are responsible for changing culture (or retreating from it), or protecting the environment, or engaging in politics, or hundreds of other relevant topics.

But the Bible does not deal with these topics. It gives us underlying principles to live by, but one of those seems to be that God did not intend His revelation to be used as life micro-management.
The Law, which we (misinterpreting Paul) tend to view as oppressive, is comparatively light. It does not dictate, except under special circumstances, how a man must spend his time, or his money, and seems actually directed towards enabling him to live peaceably and prosperously on his own land and manage his own affairs -with the exception that all he has, time, life, and possessions, must be seen as a gift from a God to whom he is ultimately and utterly responsible.

In that respect, the rest of Scripture is not so different.
Though we are called to make disciples of all nations, and to love the Lord and our neighbors to the utmost of our abilities, we do not receive commands like "spend a tithe of your days witnessing" or "let the Lord's day be a day of fasting". Subsets of the Church have, at various times, instituted these sorts of extra-Biblical regulations, and many Christians have labored under them. (Often to good effect. These rules may in fact be good and useful, but my point is that they are never specifically proscribed by Scriptural mandate)

However, we are commanded to be living sacrifices. It seems that we have sometimes totally misinterpreted this command. The command is not to "do", but to "be".

All that God demands of you is total and complete, utter surrender of yourself. Then you may do as you like, because what you like will be more and more consistent with the character of Jesus, who only did what He saw His Father doing.

All our doing and striving and toil to please God is fruitless without surrender. We are on the wrong side of the canyon which must be crossed, and cannot be uncrossed. And likewise, even our rest and relaxation and amusing of ourselves is pleasing to God once we have fully surrendered to Him.

But it seems we would do almost anything rather than totally surrender, even though upon accepting Christ we have effectively done this. Speaking of "the rabbi's yoke", He said: "my yoke is easy and my burden is light". He did not say: "my yoke is optional if you make the burden sufficiently heavy". If we are to follow Him, we must take His yoke. That was never an option.

In my own life, I have found that I increasingly try to define small spaces that are my own. Even tiny ones, where I say "Alright Lord, I will be available to you in 10 minutes, I really will, I promise." It seems that I want to take breaks, because I find His work tiring. But it's not really tiring. I love it, though it may physically and mentally tire me, usually I come away from ministry feeling satisfied and soul-refreshed. So what is it that I find tiring exactly? I believe it is the part of me that is still trying to hold out. That little piece of my spirit that wants to maintain a toe-hold on what the world would call "reality", and Paul would call "the world" or "the flesh".

When will I completely submit? What will it take? I don't even value anything I would seek to "retreat" from submission to accomplish. It's as if I feel compelled to maintain a few small "backup" areas in my life. As if I don't fully believe.

But I do believe. Every time I return to that argument, I look back on my life and see the results of my belief, and what He in whom I believe has accomplished. After at least a few years of ministry, I have seen things happen which cannot be explained any other way than God's existence (as the God revealed to us in Scripture) and blessed intervention into the realm of men.

So the question is not belief. But faith without works is dead. Yet I have works as well. I cannot boast as Paul did, but most would look at my life and say that I have served well up to this point.
So what remains? I believe my righteousness is as "filthy rags" before God. Those works are grateful service, not payment for grace.

Perhaps the dissonance I feel between fulling submitting to God is that there are things I know He could ask me to do that I would shy away from. Service is wonderful, but service on one's own terms is baseless. Whatever God is asking you to do, you must do it. We are sometimes quick to say "That would be out of God's character, God wouldn't be asking me to do that". Perhaps not. But so is human sacrifice. Perhaps, like Abraham, He is testing our obedience.

The fate of my soul is secure; the light deep within which I cannot myself ignite now radiates clearly. My business is now to make myself as transparent as possible so that the light will shine through. Submitting to God is the only way. Pursuing my own ends, however worthy, will only obscure that light. So I must die to self, so that I can live, and be an instrument of God's conveying of life to others. I would say that this is what I want. Is it really? It is, deep down, and also on the surface. But God is shifting the outward weakened priority to meet the inward reality.

There are so many distractions in life that slow this process. I myself am perhaps even more susceptible to them than most. But I recently came to realize that those distractions which are most effective in side-tracking me are merely false imitations of what God has already promised to give me. Let us ignore those and instead press on towards the true rewards which are in store for us, instead of reaching for the tantalizing versions of them we see around us.

Certainly, only through utter surrender can we press through and reach the place where God would have each of us dwell for this life.

-Joseph