How I Fell in Love with Greek

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How I Fell in Love with Greek

 David Alan Black 

I fell in love for the first time in the 5th grade. I recall it was the first day of the new school year at Kainalu Elementary School. My social studies teacher entered the classroom and uttered this utterly incomprehensible sentence: “Cómo está usted?” I was intoxicated. It was love at first sight. That day I learned there were languages other than English and Hawaiian Pidgin.

As it happened, Spanish and I broke up after the 5th grade. No Spanish was offered in the 6th grade, and in fact no foreign languages were required at my intermediate and high schools. The next language I fell in love with was Greek. By then I was a student at Biola, and my 4 semesters of Greek were the beginning of a lifetime obsession with foreign languages. As I got older I began to teach myself languages in earnest, beginning with those languages that one was expected to know prior to arriving in Basel for doctoral studies — for me this meant French, Dutch, Spanish, Italian, Latin, and, of course, German. Eventually it dawned on me that anything can be said in about 6,000 other ways, with completely different words and grammar. It’s not an accident that the science of linguistics caught my attention in those days. Human language is a vast ocean of discovery. Today, my aim in teaching Greek is to help my students see just how fascinating language study is — how languages change, how they mix, how they process thought. Languages are like cloud formations, inherently transitory. A few hundred years ago, double negatives were considered good grammar in English, “silly” meant “innocent,” and verbs were fully conjugated (the way they still are in Spanish and German). English started out like Greek and Latin with noun cases and verb endings but eventually said “Enough is enough.” When I began my studies in Basel in 1980, I thought I knew German. I quickly found out that, as soon as I stepped outside the classroom, I couldn’t understand a word anybody said. They were speaking German of course — or at least what they called German. In fact, there is no default “German,” just like there is no default English. The Pidgin we grew up speaking in Hawai’i — despite all of its “mistakes” — stands equal to any other language in the qualitative sense. Once you understand this, the difficulties disappear. In Basel German, it’s as simple as leaning Mir gange for Wir gehen. In Hawaiian Pidgin, it’s basically the same thing. Dey stay run means They are running. “Stay” is simply a preverbal marker indicating progressive action, which is marked in English by the “-ing” suffix. ‘A’ole pilikia! (No problem.)

If you think about it, my Greek students are learning so much more than Greek. Today’s Greek is tomorrow’s Spanish or German or Russian or Mandarin. By studying one language you begin to develop a grid for the study of other languages. So, in addition to German German, I had to learn Basel German when I lived in Switzerland. And yet even Basel German is not used by all German-speaking Swiss. Living in Basel, you just got accustomed to speaking both the standard dialect and the non-standard one. Linguists call this being diglossic. Ditto for when I’m in Hawai’i. I just switch to Pidgin.

I’ve often noticed how German seems to be much more “transparent” than English. “Succession” is “Row-following” (Reihenfolge), “vocabulary” is “Word-treasury” (Wortschatz), and “pork” is “Pig-flesh” (Schweinfleisch). Then again, German can be deceptive: the German noun Gift means “poison” in English. In Spanish, the infinitive is one word — comer — not two like in English (“to eat”). Germans say “I know that he a good student is,” but in English this is somewhat of a Yoda-ism. Even “Denglisch” — German plus English — retains its German original. “Mein Leben ist eine awesome-story” makes sense only when you realize that the feminine article “eine” is used because the German word for “story” (Geschichte) is feminine. Or how about this? In English we say “I’m bathing,” but in French or German you must mark the reflexive overtly (“Je me lave,” “Ich wasche mich“).

I could go on and on about language learning and language loving. Next Monday I’ll begin my 44th year of teaching Greek. Who knows what will happen. Maybe, like that boy in the 5th grade, somebody will fall in love for the first time.

December 31, 2019

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Verbal Aspect

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Verbal Aspect in Greek

 David Alan Black 

There are three aspects in Greek. I call them imperfective, perfective, and aoristic. Of these, aoristic aspect is the default. An aoristic action is one that the speaker perceives not as an action occurring over time or as a completed action but as a mere occurrence. Aoristic aspect by itself does not specify whether the action is/was/will be prolonged, repeated, or finished — hence the name aoristos, “undefined.”

I continue to use “aoristic” (instead of “perfective”) to describe this category of aspect for two reasons.  (1) The term perfective is too easily confused with the Greek perfect tense system, and (2) imperfective (incomplete) aspect and perfective (completed) aspect are binary opposites. One grammar I read this morning admits as much when it observes that the word “imperfective” derives from the Latin word imperfectivum, “not completed.” Then what should “perfective” (Latin perfectivum) mean other than “completed”? But when discussing the Greek perfect tense, the later grammar says nothing about the Latin word perfectivum, “completed”! For the sake of simple consistency, then, I retain the more traditional use of “perfective.” As I said above, perfective aspect (remember: I’m using the term with reference to the Greek perfect tense system) is the logical opposite of imperfective aspect.

By the way, I’m not the only one who still uses the term aoristic to refer to the aorist tense system in Greek. In her recently published grammar From Alpha to Omega: A Beginning Course in Classical Greek, Anne Groton writes (p. 15): “A Greek verb has one of three possible aspects: imperfective, aoristic, or perfective.” I would simply ask: Isn’t there less terminological confusion if we say, for example, that the perfect tense indicates perfective aspect, and the aorist tense indicates aoristic aspect?

To summarize: Grammatical aspect in Greek concerns the way an action is presented or regarded.

Imperfective aspect presents an action as incomplete, that is, as an action that is ongoing or repeated.

Perfective aspect (the opposite of imperfective aspect) presents an action as a state resulting from a preceding completed action or it signifies the effects of a completed action that is somehow still relevant.

Aoristic aspect presents an action as a complete whole, that is, an action viewed as neither incomplete nor complete but in its entirety.

Put another way:

Imperfective aspect describes a process.

Perfective aspect describes a state of affairs that exists as a result of a completed action.

Aoristic aspect describes an event without commenting on whether it is a process or completed.

Make sense? Hmm, maybe not. Let’s summarize matters even more simply:

Imperfective aspect: Incomplete.

Perfective aspect: Completed.

Aoristic aspect: Complete

There you have it!

December 16, 2019

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Thursday, October 31

5:36 PM Indian summer has arrived, with temps today in the mid-80s and the humidity very high. Good day to worm the donks and do some shopping.

Still working on this eating healthy thing. Proper recovery and fueling are essential for maintaining health before races. I am trying to learn how to cook and have some absolutely delicious recipes I want to try out. I would definitely say it’s a high learning curve though. That’s okay, you just keep pressing on and do your best, all the while trying to avoid fast food. We used to eat our own farm raised goat meat and beef, but those days are long gone and, in fact, I actually eat very little red meat these days. Again, balance is the key. I don’t completely avoid comfort food like chips and dip but try to focus on fresh vegetables and chicken. Mexican food, I still love you and will definitely indulge you again in the near future!

11:12 AM Time for a brief miscellaneous update? First, I just added this book to my stack of books-to-read.

I’m really interested to see what Jenny says about the use of the article with names in the book of Acts. Just a pet interest of mine I guess. Second, the grass is getting green again folks, it’s getting green!

Thank the Lord for sending us some much needed rain in the past week or so. Am I the only one who noticed the lack of moisture for the past month and a half? Time to soak up the rain for all it’s worth, my friends, and it couldn’t come at a better time. I’ll take another two inches, but I’m so grateful for what we’ve gotten so far. Finally, as I usually do on Thursday mornings, I lifted today, having become a firm believer that strength training can help keep you injury free.

It definitely helps my running, makes me feel stronger, plus it’s amazing for one’s mental well-being. I feel it helps a lot during the later stages of a long race like a half marathon, preventing my posture from breaking down too much and helping me maintain a good arm swing even if I’m tired. Strength training is absolutely key for anyone wanting to get into shape. Nothing new here I know, but that’s my routine.

Time for lunch! 

6:58 AM The mid-semester slump is upon us, and almost everyone is feeling it. How do we as husbands and wives and fathers and mothers and students and teachers and runners and creators maintain balance in life? It’s all about maintaining simple priorities, and to do that you have to have discernment. I’m someone who thrives on structure, so for me having a daily routine works best. If I do “first things first” — coffee, Bible reading, blogging, breakfast — I feel more productive for the rest of the day. I also make sure I’m pursuing my personal goals and they include healthy fun activities. Exercise does not have the highest priority in my life but it’s something I enjoy doing. During the “slumps” of life we need to say no to lower priority things for sure. For me, running is never a chore because it intertwines with my everyday life.

6:20 AM The “Question of the Day” on this Reformation Day: Who is your favorite magisterial reformer? Mine is obviously Zwingli since I once lived in German-speaking Switzerland.

From his birthplace in Wildhaus, to Constance where he was ordained a priest, to Basel where he studied, to Glarus where he held his first pastorate, to Einsiedeln where he perfected his Greek, to the Grossmünster in Zürich, and — sadly — to the Kappel battlefield where he died defending his beloved canton, I have seen it all. It was in Bible studies with Zwingli that my spiritual forebears the Anabaptists began to form their views of a believers’ church. This is one of many reasonsWhy I Love the Anabaptists. It’s often true, folks, that pupils go further than their teachers, hopefully in the right direction. That’s one reason I love teaching so much, knowing that I am passing the baton to a new generation who will be even better equipped that I am to take the Gospel to the nations. 

Wednesday, October 30

7:14 PM Curveballs, they are a part of life, folks. On Nov. 2, 2013, I was thrown a curveball. Thankfully the Lord knows a lot about the curveballs of life, and He’s seen me through. To commemorate Becky’s life, and to thank the staff at UNC Cancer Hospital for the excellent care they gave us for 4 years, I’ve decided to run in this weekend’s UNC Healthcare Half Marathon in Raleigh and to make a donation to UNC in memory of Becky.

Training for the event is now in process. Near perfect weather is predicted for race day, with sunny skies and temperatures in the upper 50s. This is going to be fun! And by the way, thanks for your prayers. We all get tired at times in the race of life. As Christians, we must realize that the Christian life isn’t easy. We must continue to work hard and overcome. Today is the day to look unto Jesus, the one who designed the race course and who stands at the finish line with open arms, cheering us on.

7:06 PM Brisket always inspires devotion, and yesterday was no exception as Ben Merkle and I went out for lunch at Brigs in Wake Forest. We both ordered brisket. Beef brisket (sorry you pork lovers) is the ultimate lunch meat.

Our tender, loving efforts to devour our sandwiches were interrupted by occasional forays into a discussion of Greek or the book on linguistics we’re co-editing, but brisket was never far from our minds. Yes, folks, brisket will be in heaven, guaranteed.

Monday, October 28

6:45 AM Six years ago this coming Saturday, the Lord Jesus welcomed Becky home. The morning of her passing was, as I recall, dark and a bit cloudy. With the sun barely peeking over the eastern sky, the farm was as tranquil as I ever knew it to be. While I felt a great loss at Becky’s death, I knew she was glad to be where she was. I thought of her brave battle with cancer. Like a difficult trail run, each step of her cancer journey was unpredictable and sometimes dangerous. When she could no longer run, we ran for her. Later, I would learn how to literally run. It seemed to be exactly what my ailing spirit needed. Every time I crossed the finish line, I felt renewed. It’s true that we want to avoid the storms of life because they are powerful and frightening. We can’t control them, and so we fear them. Running has become a way for me to chase down my fears. I realize that running helps me to endure the storms and come away stronger on the other side of the finish line. Just like the giant trees on the farm, storms make us stronger. We would all desire a life without storms, yet ironically we need them. Life always goes on after a storm. The air is somehow cleaner, and the pastures are replenished.

As you can see, I’m kinda sentimental today. Probably be like this all week. Grateful for you all taking a moment to read. Most important to me is knowing where Becky went on Nov. 2, 2013. Just one more thing to be grateful for. I have been changed forever by Becky’s passing. I am not the same person as when I last held her hand. I’m a blessed man filled with love. Now I know that attaining any goal is possible as long as I do it step by step with God’s help and with my family at my side. Family and friends are a big key for the journey of life. Love them unconditionally, and watch beauty fly onward.

Sunday, October 27

6:04 PM Fort Benning, yes famous Fort Benning, the “Home of the Infantry,” will, God willing, be the site of my next race on Nov. 16, the 19th annual Soldier Marathon that starts at the historic National Infantry Museum in Columbus, GA.

Race options include the full marathon, the half marathon, and the 5K, and it’s this latter race I’ve signed up for along with my daughter and her husband who is stationed at Fort Benning. Yes, I can’t wait to toe the line against some hefty competition! Then, on Nov. 23, I hope to participate in the 10th annual Chestnut Ridge Trail Run in Efland, NC. The course features rolling hills through hardwood forests and offers both a 4 mile and 10 mile option. Trail runs are not, I repeat NOT, for the faint of heart. Patience and fortitude are the keys to finishing a trail race. As I continue to dabble in trail running I do look forward to testing my physical and mental limits. My 31-mile ultra trail run in Farmville a year ago was one little step in the right direction I do believe. A lot of mental focus and toughness will be required on race day. Am I up to the task? We’ll find out.

Karen and Tino, can’t wait to see you again in the great state of Georgia!

8:18 AM Yesterday, one of my doctoral students emailed me alink to Roland Allen’s classic Missionary Methods: St. Paul’s or Ours?

You can now read the entire book online for free. I always require this as a textbook in my New Testament 2 classes when we’re studying the book of Acts. We need to rediscover New Testament principles of evangelism and church planting. Praise the Lord, this is one book all agree points us in the right direction.

7:55 AM Preparations for tomorrow night’s Advanced Greek Grammar class are now in full swing. We will be discussing A. T. Robertson’s chapter on “The Article,” Steve Runge’s chapter on “Left-Dislocations,” Stephen Levinsohn’s chapter on “Discourse Analysis” in my and Ben Merkle’s forthcoming book for Baker, Johannes Louw’s “Reading a Text as Discourse” in my Linguistics and New Testament Interpretation, and finally my essay in the latter volume called “Discourse Analysis, Synoptic Criticism, and Markan Grammar: Some Methodological Considerations.” Our guest speaker for the evening will be my colleague Ben Holloway, lecturing on “Language and the Existence of God.” Along the way I’ll have a few more things to say about verbal aspect now that ourPower Point on the topic is almost complete. With the semester halfway over it’s time to build a strong foundation and prepare a sound and timely approach to the subject of the Greek verb. NOW is the time, folks, to keep pushing forward in our understanding of Greek and its intersection with linguistics. My own approach to verbal aspect is nothing earth-shattering, but there are a few hidden wrinkles that could help out all the Greek students out there. Language study is a fine art. It must be executed with incredible precision. The same is true of any endeavor in life, including the art and science of running. If you take care to prepare thoroughly, the race will go well.   

Saturday, October 26

6:38 PM We are moving on up in the running regimen this fall, with an attempt to break my 10 mile record in Richmond today. I was grateful to have the health and the early wake-up opportunity this beautiful morning to try and get a new PR on the books.

It was a fun day on the Virginia Capital Trail, reconnecting with a place where I’ve ridden my road bike many a time.

As you can see, the course elevation left much to be desired (I don’t like hills very much), so it was a bit iffy as to the outcome.

Of the 7 ten mile races I did prior to coming into today’s event, my last PR of 2:04 was set a month ago at the Virginia 10 Miler in Lynchburg.

I am beyond excited to report that today God enabled me to crush my old PR by about 12 minutes.

We will take it everyone, we will take it. Exciting day for sure out on the trail and I look forward to sharing more races with all of you in the coming weeks as we push on into 2020.

Thanks for tuning in everybody. Training and racing marches on into the fall and winter months.

P.S. My Garmin watch is notoriously unreliable for its VO2Max data but at least it provides a good laugh.

5:20 AM Where will you be worshiping God this weekend? That’s not the same thing as asking, “Where will you go to church tomorrow?” Today I will worship God by running a race and then doing yard work before getting some writing done. True worship includes praising God in song on Sunday morning, but it has to go further than that. True worship, as John 4 teaches (cf. Rom. 12:1-2), is the offering to God of all that we have and is in response to all that God has done for us through Jesus Christ our Lord. Anyone can sing praises on Sunday morning. But it’s another thing altogether to worship God on Saturday night or Monday morning when you’re surrounded by friends who perhaps have no desire to live for God. In other words, a church’s “worship” can never be judged by what happens on Sunday morning. In fact, we do not go to church to worship God; we go to encourage one another (see 1 Cor. 14:26). Howard Marshall has written (“How Far Did the Early Christians Worship God?”, Churchman 99 [1985] p. 220):

It is true that Christian meetings can be described from the outside as occasions for worshipping God and also that elements of service to God took place in them, but the remarkable fact is that Christian meetings are not said to take place specifically to worship God and the language of worship is not used as a means of referring to them or describing them. To sum up what goes on in a Christian meeting as being specifically for the purpose of ‘worship’ is without New Testament precedent. ‘Worship’ is not an umbrella-term for what goes on when Christians gather together.

So the correct answer to the question “Where do you worship?” is not “_________ Community Church” but “everywhere.”

The Bible insists that worship consists of the whole of life.

Even running a race.

Friday, October 25

6:10 PM The key word for today is “leftovers.” What are some leftover goals you have for the year 2019? The brain is definitely a goal-seeking organism. When your goals sink into your unconscious mind, you will work night and day to achieve them. 

I’ve definitely had a good year so far. I’ve had some challenges, of course, as we all have. I wish I could eat cleaner. My house is not always picked up. I wish I could eat out less. On the other hand, I got a chance to teach some wonderful classes. I was able to do some pretty awesome marathons, including one in Phoenix. The linguistics conference on campus that we helped to organize was a genuine blessing. Surfing in Hawai’i is always a blast. But goals for 2019? I still have some. I’d like my blogging to improve. I want my posts to have a tighter “focus” that keeps them from meandering too much or becoming too wordy. I don’t want to publish posts that don’t have a clear vision for what I’m trying to accomplish here. In short, I want to be consistent while still having fun. I have other 2019 goals as well. I want to do a thorough de-cluttering of my office, create a more efficient way of handling my emails, spend more time with my grandchildren, complete the new landscaping in my backyard, lose 10 pounds, take a long road trip, learn to speak Spanish better, say “Thank you” more often, increase my daily water intake, eat less salt, learn a few new computer skills, and plan for a productive and meaningful 2020. I have one guiding principle in setting my goals. I want to reach the God-given limit of what’s possible in my life. Not all that long ago I set as a goal “to run a marathon.” At the time it seemed like an audacious or even unrealistic goal. Maybe your goal is to walk two times a week. It all depends on what you want to accomplish in life. I like to stay clam, reflect on my journey thus far, be grateful for all the blessings of life, be comfortable in my own skin, and focus on keeping in step with the Lord. Right now, though, I have got to cook supper and fuel up this old body of mine. Tomorrow’s another big race day.

Happy rest-of-19 goal setting, folks!

8:50 AM Read:Philippians, Missions, and You.

8:36 AM On my reading desk:

So many good, God things are happening today in Greek studies that’s for sure. As Con Campbell puts it on the last page of hisAdvances in the Study of Greek:

The study of New Testament Greek is probably more exciting now than at any time since the discovery of the Oxyrhynchus Papyri in 1897. So much substantial work is being conducted, some of which has huge implications for our understanding of Greek, and all of which has bearing on the exegesis of the New Testament. A world of discovery and insight await those who heed its call.

Will you heed that call? I hope so!

7:55 AM Giving thanks….

I am thankful for the classroom. For 43 years the Lord has given me the privilege of training students to follow Jesus in obedience and love. These have been the very best years of my life. In fact, I am more passionate about the classroom today than I was when I first entered Sutherland Hall at Biola in 1976. Each week is a new joy as well as a challenge to be the best I can be.

I am thankful for the men and women where I teach. You are literally the best people I know. You love Jesus and the lost so well I can’t believe it. Thank you for believing in me and making me braver and better.

I am thankful for a family that still doesn’t quite understand this crazy passion I have to run races but who love and support me anyway. It’s an honor to be part of this brood.

I am thankful for my wife of 37 years. In one week we will be commemorating her passing 6 years ago. I am a better man because of her. Even her passing has been a blessing in disguise as it forced me to push myself beyond what was easy and comfortable.

I am thankful for close friends who keep prodding me forward. To the Corinthians Paul said, after spending one and a half years with them, “You’ve seen my life. Now follow me.” I am convinced that God has given me these friends to be an example and an encouragement.

I am thankful that my cooking is no longer a complete disaster. My chicken tikka masala is so good you can’t believe it. Cooking warrior I am not, but at least I’ve got one meal down pat.

I am thankful for you, my wonderful blog readers. I am so for you. I’d like to think that sometime during our day we can come together and lean on each other for rest and encouragement. Let’s continue to point each other to God.

I am thankful that the kingdom is simple:

Love God.

Serve others.

Walk humbly.

Thursday, October 24

7:06 PM When you clear cut your pines and hardwoods, you get this:

For years I was never able to enjoy the sunset in the West. That’s all changed. I like to spend part of every evening outdoors with the animals and nature. I like to listen to my soul and take time to converse with the Creator. I like to say that farm life is hard work but good work. It usually puts you to bed with a good tired if you know what I mean. Getting out of doors on a regular basis — so key for long term physical and mental health.

1:44 PM Today’s key word is “setback.” We all face curveballs in life — times when we hit an unexpected pothole or are dealt a lousy deck of cards. Five months ago, after running my 15th marathon, I noticed some irregular heart beats. That began a long series of trips to various specialists including cardiologists, sports physiologists, and neurologists. I’ve been really impressed with the expertise of all of my physicians. Today I had my 5-month follow up with my cardiologist and, thank the Lord, the report card came back with an “A+.” Running injuries happen to all of us. I’ve used this time to try and figure out how I can avoid a repetition of the same thing going forward. The bottom line is that I was not overtraining but over-racing. Four or five marathons a year turned out to place a bit too much stress on my cardiovascular system. So, with the doctors’ blessings, I will continue to run marathons but just not so many each year.

Folks, life is a learning curve. Setbacks are just part of life’s journey. When you face a curveball, you take it one day at a time and one step at a time. You seek professional care and then you move forward, this time with a bit more wisdom hopefully. Cross training is now a huge part of my weekly workout routine. My schedule now has me running no more than 3 times a week, then lifting twice a week. If I can get in a bike now and again, so much the better. Today, for example, I worked out for an hour at the Y.

It was also time to renew my annual membership. For only $420.00 per year I can enjoy some outstanding facilities. If you work out a mere two times each week, that amounts to less than 4 bucks a visit. That’s pretty phenomenal.  Moreover, Y membership is nationwide, so you can visit a gym wherever you travel in the U.S. After my workout I did another 5 miles at the track.

This time I picked up my pace just a tad from yesterday.

Just trying to stay on my A-game before Saturday’s big race in Richmond. After I got back to the farm I rolled out my legs and did some stretching. Foam rolling has become a key ingredient in my race preparation.

Time now to get some rest before getting back out into the great outdoors to mow the yards. Today’s weather is some of the nicest I’ve seen in a very long time. Health is awaiting all of us. You just have to go out and get it!

6:55 AM Here’s another new Power Point, this time onEph. 5:15-24, showing that we can’t teach on Christian marriage without at least beginning with a discussion of the filling of the Spirit in 5:18, because that’s where Paul starts. The theme of wise and Spirit-filled living begun in 5:15 is now applied to special groups: wives and husbands (5:22-33), children and their parents (6:1-4), and slaves and their masters (6:5-9). Nor can we begin a new thought unit in 5:21, as though “submitting” is a finite verb: “submit.” “Submitting” is a participal that relates back to the main verbs in 5:18. This doesn’t mean that there’s no shift in Paul’s thinking at 5:22, where he begins his discussion of Christian marriage. But this shift must never become a separation from the preceding context. Success in marriage is impossible without Spirit-filled living. Thousands of times in a marriage we have to choose to go our way or the Spirit’s way, to choose our happiness or the other’s happiness, to tear down or to build up. Marriage is hard work but it’s good work. And it works best when two people are regularly getting over themselves and living a Spirit-filled, other-centered life.

Wednesday, October 23

6:16 PM My newPower Point on verbal aspect has finally been published. You’ll understand why I’m so excited about it when you open it. It’s not quite complete. I need to add Wallace and Porter. It’s time to play it smart folks when it comes to verbal aspect. More to come for sure. I’ve also been going through a grammar of Koine Greek written in Modern Greek.

Earlier today I got in an easy 5-mile run at Joyner Park in Wake Forest.

We train slow to run fast, folks. I can’t wait to see if my training pays off this Saturday when I join a few hundred other runners to race 10 miles on the historic Virginia Capital Trail. The VCT is a 52-mile multi-use trail connecting Richmond with Jamestown. I’ve biked all 52 miles of it twice, but this will be my first time running it. I’ll do another 5 miles tomorrow, Lord willing, and then after that no more running until Saturday’s race. As runners we need to always watch out for the signs of overtraining and burnout. Running must always be balanced with proper rest. The key to running for the rest of your life is not just discipline but being smart!

Tonight I’m gelling after 3 long days of teaching and meetings. Time to rest and recover from the effort teachers put into their classes. I can’t wait to share with you some of the things I’m learning about verbal aspect. I’ve even toying with the idea of putting my thoughts into a journal article. Stay tuned!

Monday, October 21

7:56 AM The perfect tense. That’s our topic in tonight’s Advanced Greek Grammar class. There’s always more to learn, folks. But you have to keep abreast of current scholarship. This is one book we’ll be talking about tonight for sure.

It’s the first full-scale reference grammar of Classical Greek in a century. Though I’m not familiar with any of the authors, they must be accomplished Greek scholars by virtue of their being chosen to produce this massive 811-page volume. I am finding some inconsistencies, however, and one of them has to do with the perfect tense. In introducing “aspect” (p. 406), the authors pretty much tow the party line in writing that the present stem presents an action as incomplete. “This is called imperfective aspect.” Then they write that the aorist stem presents an action as complete, that is, as a single (uninterruptable) whole. “This is called perfective aspect.” Finally, they say that perfect stems present action as a state resulting from a preceding completed action — a very traditional way of looking at the perfect tense but one with which I happen to agree. Curiously, here there is no “This is called___________ aspect.” In fact, I have yet to find a reference anywhere in the book to the term they use to describe this third aspect in Greek. I’ve asked my assistant to contact the authors for an explanation. If I were to venture a guess, I think it might be because they have already used the term “perfective” for the aorist tense stems and are therefore unable to use the traditional “perfective” for the perfect tense stems. But we’ll find out. It’s never safe to speculate what an author is thinking.

At the end of the day we never stop learning. It’s the joy of education that keeps us going. Boredom does not creep in when you’re having fun!

6:30 AM Our key word for today is “stages.” When I give someone a copy of my wife’s book My Life Story, I will often turn to the photo of us when we were just married and say, “That was her first husband.” At first people will look at me with a quizzical stare, but soon they get the joke. Everything in life goes through stages, folks, including marriage. In 37 years of marriage I would say that Becky had three or maybe four husbands. Hopefully we all grow and mature as husbands. After decades of marriage, “knowing” each other has a far deeper meaning. You have made a conscious choice to be together despite your faults and foibles galore. The goal is a true partnership and, I would add, a partnership in the Gospel if you are a Christian couple. Take a few minutes and jot down five specific areas in your life you’d like to grow in this year, using a short word or phrase. Talk to God about overcoming inertia and about helping you reach these goals. And remember: God has a lot at stake in your growth too. He’s there through every stage of life you will ever experience, rooting for you to succeed. Now is the time to take your next step, to seize the day if you will, without hesitation. Are we done growing? Certainly not, certainly not!

Sunday, October 20

5:28 PM In my little talk this morning I referred to Eph. 3:8, where Paul calls himself the “very least (Greek: leaster) of all the saints.” In his excellent commentary, William Hendricksen says that Paul is probably thinking back to “his former life as a persecutor of the church” (p. 156). Our limitations are not liabilities to our God. He recruits the most surprising people. No handicap from the past hinders Him. “God has chosen things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important.” So if you expect other people not to let you down, you can expect to be disappointed. Corrie ten Boom’s famous quote came to mind this morning during my talk:

Look inside and be depressed.

Look outside and be distressed.

Look to Him and be at rest.

Friends, all of us are flawed. We need to accept other people for who they are: people who are basically just like us.

P.S. There’s only one commentary set I recommend in its entirety, and it’s the one by Hendricksen. Oh my, what a great author with both a brilliant mind and the heart of a pastor. Rare combination these days it seems to me.

12:30 PM My message this morning was from Josh. 3:1-3 and was titled “The God of the Impossible.” Along with the children of Israel, we metaphorically camped out for 3 days on the eastern shore of the Jordan River and watched a river at flood stage, thinking to ourselves, “Ain’t no way anyone can cross this river, not here, not now!” Still, we carry on, keeping our eyes squarely focused on “the box” — the ark of the covenant of the Lord our God (the ark being one of greatest types of Christ in the Old Testament).

Got any rivers you think are uncrossable?/Got any mountains you can’t tunnel through?/God specializes in things called “impossible.”/He does the things others cannot do.

It was pure joy getting to know these young adults from Cary, NC. The world needs more men and women like them.

8:15 AM Luke 3:23 was our text last night as we took a whirlwind excursion through the “Age Thirty Transition” of Jesus and then applied it to our lives.

Studying the life of Jesus will wake you up that is for sure. Overall, I do not believe we understand the implications of the decision Jesus made to close the door on His childhood home never again to return. He had made the “age thirty transition” and had begun a journey that tried His will and tested His endurance but He was faithful to the end. Now we are called to be His followers and imitators. He loves us and is on our side, in spite of all our failures and weaknesses. Our commitment is to do nothing but the will of the Master. 

Saturday, October 19

5:12 PM From the archives: Mark’s Theology of the Cross.

4:54 PM Been in 1 Cor. 12 this afternoon. Let’s always remember that the church has many members with differing gifts. When each member cooperates with all the others, God is honored and the Gospel moves forward. We work together, folks, we just keep working together. But we have to be aware of three dangers: giving credit to ourselves for our gifts, failing to use our gifts for the benefit of the entire church, and thinking that we are of no benefit to the church at all. Our thought must always be: “I have received a special gift from the Holy Spirit, be it great or small, and so I must use it as He requires.” The benefit of all — that’s the goal. 

Onward, upward, and forward indeed.

12:06 PM Throwing out the myth of adolescence — a key ingredient for all believers to consider in their study of the Bible. In fact, understanding the human developmental cycle, I would argue, cannot be complete without taking a very close look at Jesus’ own stages of human development. Remember: If Jesus is 100 percent God, He is also 100 percent man. My game plan for this morning’s session was to introduce my audience to Jesus’ own developmental cycle, especially as it pertains to raising children in today’s society. I will now wait until this evening to finish with Jesus’ age 30 transition, the time when He began His public ministry. By pressing the envelope of our understanding of Jesus’ earthly life, we will be better able to understand such key passages as 1 Cor. 13:11, 1 Tim. 4:12, and 1 John 2:12-14. Stay tuned for another report later tonight, Lord willing.

9:05 AM Oh my. The Amsterdam Marathon is tomorrow. The weather will be perfect. It should be an epic race. Keep your eyes on two East Africans to break the course record: Kenenisa Bekele and Lawrence Cherono. In the women’s lineup, Ethiopian Meseret Defar will be making her long-awaited marathon debut. The race will be viewed live in 120 countries. What an inspiration for adult-onset athletes like myself! The love of running unites us. And you know what? You can be one of us. You too can push your limits to new highs and lows. Nothing keeps you from joining the ranks of those who have found regular exercise to be fun and healthy except your own belief that you can’t.

Amsterdam, by the way, is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. The marathon allows you to see 26.2 miles of it. Hmm. Maybe next year?

8:04 AM Today’s key word is “strategy.” The mental strategy for doing missions is very complicated and vast. Or it is? I frankly do not have all the answers to this question. At the end of the day, it’s all about living sacrificially for others. Especially when you live in the West where we enjoy so much wealth. That’s why we gave a copy of my book Will You Join the Cause of Global Missions to everyone in attendance last night at the retreat. A heartbeat for world evangelism pulses on every page of the New Testament. That’s what it means to be a follower of the Lord Jesus in the 21st century, I argued. We must forsake our fascination with material prosperity and personal pleasure and turn to Christ with all our hearts. That is the only path to true happiness and fulfillment, folks. Our Western culture contrasts so directly with the lifestyle our Lord commands. Unless we have travelled to places like India, we simply cannot comprehend the situation in the sin-blighted countries of the Majority World. The fields of lost souls are white unto harvest. God is not asking us to give money to missions but to make missions the central passion of our lives. We should be willing to exchange everything and anything we have for the pearl of great price, the kingdom of God. For the man or woman whom God uses there can be no other way.

Today my topics are “Jesus and the Age 12 Transition” and “Jesus and the Age Thirty Transition.”

Love God.

Serve others.

Live on mission.

P.S. Never tire of watching the sun rise over the pond. Never.

7:34 AM If you’re using our beginning grammar here’s a nifty little cheat sheet for chapter 7 prepared by my assistant. Thanks, Rodolfo!

Friday, October 18

10:44 PM This weekend I’m speaking 4 times at a college-career retreat at a nearby camp. Tonight was session #1.

Great chance to remind these twenty- and thirty-somethings that:

  • Love is not sex.

  • Wealth is not money.

  • Relationship is not religion.

  • Faithfulness is not success.

I pose to all of you what I pose to myself: “Am I living for what really counts in life?” We march on, folks, fighting for what’s of eternal value. Let us run on to our lofty goals, one step at a time, one day at a time. For this world is not our home.

12:42 PM Was great to be outdoors on this perfect fall day and get in 5 miles at the Tobacco Heritage Trail.

We must not forget that being in nature allows us to unhitch from the craziness of urban living. Detachment from smart phones and even people is a beautiful thing if you can find it. Let’s enjoy God’s nature when we can, people!

Here, by the way, is a solid example of the Greek perfect tense. In 1 Cor. 15:3-6 Paul defines the Gospel by using 4 verbs:

  • Christ died.

  • He was buried.

  • He was raised.

  • He was seen by Cephas.

Which of these verbs is in the perfect tense do you think? Remember: The perfect tense indicates a completed action whose effects are felt in the present.

  • Christ died. Is He still dead? Nope.

  • Christ was buried. Is He still buried? Nope.

  • Christ was seen by the human eye. Is He still seen? Nope.

  • Christ was raised. Is He still risen? Yep!

We might render Paul’s Greek as follows (compare theISV):

Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, He was buried, He was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures — and is still alive! — and He was seen by Cephas.

Yes, this is a bit of a paraphrase, but not much. Gordon Fee (1 Corinthians, p. 726) has written: “The verb in this instance is the perfect passive (‘he has been raised’), implying that he was both raised from the dead and still lives” (italics his). In Ann Groton’s beginning Greek grammar (referred to below), we read (p. 123):

The perfect tense describes a state that exists in the present of a completed action (e.g., “I have won,” which implies that I am now in the state of being a winner).

Hence Pheidippedes’ famous pronouncement after the Battle of Marathon:

  • Nenikēkamen.

  • “We have won!”

We could even render this as “We are victorious!” Here the perfect tense focuses on the result or the state following the completion of an activity. An example I heard on YouTube just this morning was in an interview with a former White House lawyer. He was introduced, not as someone who “served in the White House” but as someone who “has served in the White House.” The focus is on the result or state in the present time.

More later on imperfective and aoristic aspect. Ever onward and upward, folks!

8:55 AM Preparations for my Advanced Greek Grammar class next Monday night are in full swing here at Rosewood Farm. Our topic is verbal aspect, and my what a huge topic it is. This morning I took a spin through all of the beginning and intermediate grammars I own (both Classical and Koine) and am amazed at how much agreement there is despite superficial disagreements. My thoughts on the subject in brief:

There are three aspects in Greek. I call them imperfective, perfective, and aoristic. Of these, aoristic aspect is the default. An aoristic action is one that the speaker perceives not as an action occurring over time or as a completed action but as a mere occurrence. Aoristic aspect by itself does not specific whether the action is/was/will be prolonged, repeated, or finished — hence the nameaoristos, “undefined.”

I continue to use “aoristic” (instead of “perfective”) to describe this category of aspect for two reasons.  (1) The term perfective is too easily confused with the Greek perfect tense system, and (2) imperfective (incomplete) aspect and perfective (completed) aspect are binary opposites. One grammar I read this morning admits as much when it observes that the word “imperfective” derives from the Latin word imperfectivum, “not completed.” Then what should “perfective” (Latin perfectivum) mean other than “completed”? But when discussing the Greek perfect tense, the later grammar says nothing about the Latin word perfectivum, “completed”! For the sake of simple consistency, then, I retain the more traditional use of “perfective.” As I said above, perfective aspect (remember: I’m using the term with reference to the Greek perfect tense system) is the logical opposite of imperfective aspect.

By the way, I’m not the only one who still uses the term aoristic to refer to the aorist tense system in Greek. In her recently published grammar From Alpha to Omega: A Beginning Course in Classical Greek, Anne Groton writes (p. 15): “A Greek verb has one of three possible aspects: imperfective, aoristic, or perfective.” I would simply ask: Isn’t there less terminological confusion if we say, for example, that the perfect tense indicates perfective aspect, and the aorist tense indicates aoristic aspect?

Okay, time to get out of the house and do my farm chores. I’ll conclude with a summary:

Grammatical aspect in Greek concerns the way an action is presented or regarded.

Imperfective aspect presents an action as incomplete, that is, as an action that is ongoing or repeated.

Perfective aspect (the opposite of imperfective aspect) presents an action as a state resulting from a preceding completed action or it signifies the effects of acompleted action that is somehow still relevant.

Aoristic aspect presents an action as a complete whole, that is, an action viewed as neither incomplete nor complete but in its entirety.

Put another way:

Imperfective aspect describes a process.

Perfective aspect describes a state of affairs that exists as a result of a completed action.

Aoristic aspect describes an event without commenting on whether it is a process or completed.

Make sense? Hmm, maybe not. Let’s summarize matters even more simply:

Imperfective aspect: Incomplete.

Perfective aspect: Completed.

Aoristic aspect: Complete

Thanks for tuning in, everyone. I hope you found this useful. I’ll try and give some illustrations later. But now it’s time to enjoy the great outdoors.

Thursday, October 17

12:28 PM Took my running shoes out today for a quick spin at the local high school track. Today was a great test of my overall fitness and endurance after Sunday’s race.

I’m truly thrilled and grateful to be able to run again so quickly after that effort. Overall I’m pleased with how my legs have recovered after the marathon. Earlier I spent 45 minutes at the Y doing some weight lifting with my trainer.

I am excited to put down some more good training this week with perhaps a bit more intensity at the end of the week. Stay tuned for more training updates.

P.S. Got word today that my esteemed New Testament colleague Ulrich Luz of the University of Bern (Switzerland) has passed away at the age of 81.

An online obituary refers to him as an “innovatinen, international angesehenen Forscher und engagierten Lehrer” (an innovative, internationally renowned researcher and an engaged teacher). He and I share the joy and honor of having studied in Basel. This was also said of him: “Luz publizierte bis ins hohe Alter” (Luz published well into old age). He was perhaps best known for his work on the Gospel according to Matthew. Requiescat in pace, Professor Luz. Your legacy will not be soon forgotten.

6:20 AM Today’s word is “niche.” What is your niche in sports? When it comes to exercise, we all need an outlet in life. I know I do. I love competing and pushing myself. The key question is, what are your strengths? Plus, what are your main interests? Frankly, I’ve made a couple of mistakes in my ever-so-short life as a runner by not focusing on what I enjoy the most. An example might be the marathon distance. As you know, I just completed my 16th marathon. I ran my first one in Cincinnati 3 years ago. Between then and now I sort of got carried away by that distance and even ran a couple of back-to-back marathons (as in only 2 weeks apart). What do I like most about marathons? I love the challenge for sure. I also love the unknown. No matter how good you feel going into a 26.2 mile race, you never know how your body will do at around mile 20. So that’s pretty exciting. I also enjoy seeing how quickly my body takes to recover after a big race. So there’s a lot to like about the marathon distance. The downside is that a marathon beats you up pretty good, especially if you like to push yourself hard. Will I run another marathon? Probably. In fact, I’m looking at several possibilities for 2020 as I type. But to be honest, I don’t think the marathon is my niche if you know what I’m saying. I’m just not built for the marathon.

That leaves me with other distances: 5K, 10K, 10-miler, half marathon, and the ultra. I enjoy all of these distances, but I’d have to say that my favorite — my “niche” perhaps — is the 13.1 mile half marathon. Not sure why. Maybe it’s because after 3 years of running I can finally run an entire half without having to walk. Maybe it’s because the distance is better suited for my body type. Probably a big reason is that a half marathon is much easier on your body than a full is. So, while the marathon seems to be a be a “bridge too far” so to speak, and the 5K too short, the half seems to be just right.

What about trail races? Oh my, I love these events. The ones I’ve done so far have ranged anywhere from the 5K to the half marathon distance. Today I’ll be checking out the trail runs in my area (that is, within a 100 mile radius from the farm) and hopefully I can find a race that’s not too far a drive to start out the fall running season.

Other areas of our lives besides sports require us to think in terms of “niche.” As a writer of textbooks, I’m naturally drawn to what I call the academic/popular genre. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy the strictly academic essay or book. Early on in my career I focused articles and books on narrow and often highly technical subjects. I suppose I did this partly because success in my profession depends on targeting academic journals and publishing houses, getting your work through the peer review process, and hopefully contributing to the academy in a helpful way. The problem is, very few people actually read the highly technical book or journal article. Even fulltime scholars rarely have the time to keep up with all the literature in their own field. I think this is where popular writing comes in. In fact, I believe my second book (after my dissertation) was a step in this direction. The fact that Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek is still in print 31 years after it was first published speaks to what is perhaps a felt need for academic writings that appeal to the normal everyday student. Whenever I write, I try to imagine that my audience is a busy seminary student rather than an academic. I try to avoid writing that is too technical. Above all, I strive to avoid being boring. Some authors (N. T. Wright and John Stott, for example) are experts at using language that is understandable. They focus on readability as well as on solid content. They write for a mass market. The result, if you will, are more “eyeballs.”

“Niche.” What’s yours, as an athlete or a teacher or whatever? Believe me, I’m still in the discovery process myself. And let me add: at the end of the day we might just discover that we really don’t have a niche at all. Instead, we love doing it all. People often look down on the “jack of all trades,” but there are certain advantages to being able to do several things competently. There’s nothing wrong, folks, with what I call “dabbling.” Still today, at the age of 67, I’m trying to learn new things, including how to cook decent meals, how to clean the house, how to speak Spanish correctly (instead of my horrible Spanglish), how to run efficiently, etc. Being a jack of all trades doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a master of none. Just don’t try and force yourself into a square hole if you’re a round peg.

I wish all of you the best as you pursue your life goals and incorporate discipline and virtue into your daily living. Now go out and do something you enjoy!

Wednesday, October 16

6:40 PM Greetings, internet family! My, what a great weekend it was for the marathon. First of all, congratulations to Eliud Kipchoge of Kenya for breaking the 2 hour barrier in a phenomenal effort in Vienna on Saturday.

What a memorable moment it was as he crossed the finish line. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, Kipchoge now ranks among the greatest athletes of all time along with Roger Bannister, Edmund Hillary, Michael Jordan, Babe Ruth, Lebron, and Pele. Once again, it was a team effort. There were 41 pacemakers that helped him reach his goal by creating, in essence, a miniature wind tunnel for him to run in – a reminder that we need each other in this challenging world we live in. Also, Kipchoge never knew his father, but thankfully his coach became a father figure for him. If you grew up without a dad in your life as I did, you know just how important that is. You play the hand you’re dealt, folks, trusting the Lord every step of the way. Second, during Sunday’s Chicago Marathon, the women’s world record in the marathon was smashed by Brigid Kosgei, also of Kenya.

The height of human ability is wrapped up in the breath and soul of this woman. I wish I could say I helped her to accomplish her feat but I was still several hours behind when she crossed the finish line. A solid weekend for the marathon for sure – every accomplishment a pure gift from God even if it’s not always recognized as such. Glad I could be along for the ride.

Pursuing my passions and hopefully never rusting out — that’s my goal these days. Trust me, the marathon is no joke, and I will certainly return for more punishment in the future.

But for now it’s eating Mexican food and soaking in the memories of my race in the Windy City.

Thank you for reading. Cheers everyone, and see you soon.

Friday, October 11

8:18 AM Off to an adventure with my running shoes. That’s right, the world’s least athletic person is running “America’s Marathon”! Time to see if all those training miles will pay off.

Today’s key word is “courage.” When I was in high school, I felt invincible. Life was going to be a smooth highway, remember? Then reality kicked in. Regrets. Old wounds. Disappointments. Loss and pain. Bad memories. You feel swallowed up by the world you were supposed to have by the tail. Dwelling on the past has a cumulative negative effect. That’s why the Scriptures encourage us to dwell instead on the positives — on the grand future that God has in store for us. He wants us to experience the “riches of His glory” that He’s planned for us from the beginning of time. He understands that we are often hesitant to move forward because of past regrets. Fact is, He’s got some surprises up His sleeve that will boggle our mind. I never once thought I would run a marathon, let alone 16 of them. Little did I realize when Becky passed away that God was scouting up ahead. “The Lord will go ahead of you,” says Isaiah. “I know the plans I have for you … to give you a future and a hope,” wrote Jeremiah. God can take our brokenness and make something positive out of it. If it’s self pity you’re after, it can easily be had. But if you are to move forward in life, no matter what the goal is, you’ll need all the courage you can muster to fight on. But you must rely on God. You must believe that He knows what’s best for you.

Think of your past with all of its regrets and sorrows. Now let those memories give you fuel to begin to carve out your true identity on this earth. Indeed, God has a plan for your life that exceeds your wildest imaginations. And He’s willing and able to guide you toward that destination.

Onward and upward everyone. See you after the race!

Love God.

Serve others.

Be courageous.

P.S. Fun facts about the 2019 Chicago Marathon:

  • There will be over 45,000 runners.

  • Around 1.7 million spectators will line the course.

  • You run through 29 different neighborhoods of the city (including China Town, Greek Town, and Little Italy).

  • Real Feel temps are forecast to be in the middle to upper 30s for most of the race.

  • A strong WSW wind of 15-25 mph will be a crosswind for most of the course.

  • The course is extremely flat and makes for lots of PRs.

  • You can watch the event live on TV. Look for me. I’ll be the guy waving.

Thursday, October 10

4:30 PM Chicago update: After an upper body workout at the Y, I attempted to get in an easy 3 mile run at the local high school track but was unsuccessful. I was barely able to manage a 2 mile walk. Yesterday’s test has left me very sore and my right calf muscle feels like it’s been pulled. Just another reminder that running involves injuries — even those induced by others — but they can be overcome with a combination of patience and grit. You must be tough to do this sport, that’s for sure, if you want to truly be your best. Time to take everything in stride. The Lord knew this would happen and He isn’t surprised! I understand that this sport of running comes with its risks that are sometime unavoidable even when you’re trying to be ever so careful. Onward we go along this running journey.

Right now I need to lay out my running outfit for the race, trying to keep in mind that the weather in Chicago can turn on a dime. Currently they’re calling for partly sunny skies at race start with a temperature of 44 degrees Fahrenheit. The wind will be out of the west south west at 16 mph. Looks like I’ll need to layer and anticipate chucking some of my outer clothing along the course. Thankfully the chance of precipitation is zero. At any rate, I’m excited to get back to Chicago and to run another marathon. Racing is a little treat we get as runners for spending all those hours in training and prepping for our race goals.

Wednesday, October 9

7:46 PM Well, folks, the summer heat is a thing of the past and racing conditions for the marathon this Sunday are promising to be on the cool/cold side. That’s fine with me. Rather be cold than hot. Then again, it’s October. Let’s just say you have to be prepared for all race conditions, so I’m trying to pack smart. Should I use my hydration vest on race day? I’ll decide then. But it will come along to Chicago for sure. I’m kinda getting used to sipping on a sports drink every half mile or so rather than waiting to reach an aid station every 1-2 miles. Right now I’m trying to stay motivated for the race. Before every race you think about what kind of motivation works best for you. Shall I try for a new PR? Shall I allow myself to be pushed and challenged by a pacer? Shall I take my time and enjoy the sights of one of the greatest cities of the world? Don’t know the answers yet, but the Lord will show me on race day. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned this yet, but I’m running Chicago as a fundraiser for an organization called Lungevity, which helps people affected by lung cancer. If you’d like to make a donation, me web page ishere. One thing is certain. I am far from being an expert about this running thing. I still have so much to learn. But with 15 marathons under my belt I’ve learned some basic things about running:

  • Never sit down during a race.

  • Never bomb the hills at full speed.

  • Be quick and purposeful through the aid stations.

  • Stay focused on both hydration and nutrition.

  • Remember that running is a gift.

  • Focus on the mile you’re running at that very moment.

  • Anticipate having to dig deep toward the end of the race.

  • Embrace the suffering.

  • Monitor your pace so you have enough oomph to get you to the finish line.

  • Ignore your brain when it is screaming at you to STOP.

Folks, if something in your life is worth doing, do it now, because one day the opportunity may be taken away from you. If there’s a goal you want to achieve, start working on it. But make sure your goals are your goals, not someone else’s. They have to be based on your standards and values. Learning to set reasonable yet achievable goals has been one of the most profound things running has taught me. And there’s still a lot more to learn!

1:18 PM Update on the ongoing situation with my right foot and the numbness I experience there occasionally. Today I had a nerve induction test where they poke you with needles and then run eclectic charges through your feet, calves, thighs, and lower back. The test took about an hour and wasn’t pleasant but gathering as much information as you can about any injury is never a bad idea. Looks like I have some peripheral neuropathy in my right foot that might be caused by nerve damage in my lower spine. A lumbar MRI has been ordered, and I’m excited for the results to be delivered. Until then, the doctor suspects it’s the result of normal aging and not directly due to all the activities I do. He wants me to stay active rather than sedentary. Hence a green light for Chicago. Maintaining fitness as a runner is a balancing act. But fatigue and soreness, even a few aches, is not the same as an injury. If you’re active, you can never stop listening to the oh-so quiet voice of your body. Pain often means that injury is imminent, so if you’re having pain it’s best to see your doctor immediately. Sometimes the best remedy is to take some time off so that your muscles and joints have a chance to recover. Remember: the body you have is the only body you’ll get. Most injuries are caused by overuse, which is why I’ve cut back significantly on the number of marathons I do annually. Nobody wants to have an injury, but they can and do occur. Expect them. Deal with them wisely. Seek professional help —  always. The patience and self-discipline you show during your recovery will be well worth it.

7:20 AM One of the points I try to make in mylittle devotional on running is that running (and all of life) should be to the glory of God. A well-cooked meal is not only a treat that delights the palate. It reflects creative talent, talent that only comes from God. Or take the arts. As you know, I’ve always dabbled in art. Drawing. Painting. Sketching. Oils. Water colors. I believe that all these pursuits can be seen as potential God-glorifying endeavors. The artist molds and shapes earthy elements into awe-inspiring paintings that reflect an ability “on loan from God.” The architect fashions wood or stone into marvelous buildings that reflect a divinely-given gift of creativity. The athlete takes the human body and trains it to do amazing feats that remind us just how beautifully we humans are made by our Creator.

This month in Vienna, Eliud Kipchoge will try and break the 2-hour mark in the marathon. If he succeeds, it will be an awe-inspiring feat. To me at least, it will be another reminder of how wonderfully God created our human bodies.

Pursuing physical activity can also be an act of love for God and neighbor. The healthier I can stay as I grow older, hopefully the less of a burden I will be on my family. I would argue, then, that becoming physically active promotes the ends of God as we strive to be responsible with the bodies He has given us.

I’m not trying to romanticize sports. The fitness industry is obviously designed to make money, pure and simple. But any endeavor can be distorted by the ends of capitalism. Maybe it’s best to think of fitness as a part of Christian discipleship. Created in the imago Dei, we are entrusted with the responsibility to care for all of creation, and how we treat the human body is often indicative of our relationship with God.

A marathon is so much like life. 26.2 miles is an odyssey of conflicting emotions. It’s joy at how far you’ve come and despair at how far you have to go. Hard days come to all of us. But we keep on running the race of life. If we draw on the strength of God, we can all finish strong.

When I cross the finish line of life, I want to be spent. The real journey is the journey within.

6:15 AM The key verse during our conference in Philly was 2 Tim. 2:2: “And the things you’ve heard me say in the presence of many witnesses entrust to reliable people who will also be qualified to teach others.” To me, this is one of the most encouraging things about Paul’s life. It seems to me that Paul was willing to pass the baton to those he had trained. To the Corinthians he said, “You’ve seen my life. Now follow me as I follow Christ.” One of the brothers reminded us that “There is a time for everything.” And now is clearly the time for the trained to become the trainers. Mark 14 shows us the kind of relationship Jesus has with His disciples. He’s like a wealthy businessman who’s gone on a long vacation, leaving his estate and power of attorney with his staff. The Bible calls this “stewardship.” Stewardship is the normal Christian life. It’s not a life reserved only for clergy or missionaries. Christ is not looking for cheerleaders but for athletes who will get into the game and play. Live this way and you will not be disappointed I do believe!

Today is a day for recouping. Got an appointment with a sports physiologist at Duke this morning, then it’s time to clean the house before putting the final touches on my preparation for Chicago. As a 67-year old with a little bit of time and experience behind me, I truly believe that we never outgrow our need to keep on moving forward in life. Thank you all for the opportunity to share some of my story with you and hopefully inspire you to remain in state of growth, always. I’m so grateful for the chance to run Chicago. Even if the course is cold and windy (as things seem to be shaping up in Chicago as of today), I’ll keep my goals in front of me, working as hard as the Lord will allow me to.

Love God.

Serve others.

Keep on growing in grace.

Tuesday, October 8

8:32 PM So great to visit Philly and get caught up with a team of men and women I’ve worked with internationally for over 10 years now. Pretty amazing how that journey began, and it’s not over yet. We prayed together, huddling over meals while discussing the future work and just spending time together. We’re all committed to a common core in some special way, and we have become close friends. I can’t say “missions” without thinking of these folks and the measure of friendship and loyalty missions requires. I am committed to that friendship. There’s a trust there, a reciprocity of values and relationships. My thanks to my good friend Rob for organizing our meetings and to Jake and Mary Ann for their warm hospitality in putting me up overnight. If you can’t find God while hanging out with friends, you probably won’t find Him in your quiet times. All of the blogging I do (and the occasional pontificating) doesn’t matter one bit if I am not engaged in living out the Gospel Commandment in this world in conjunction with men and women like these. They are people in a real place facing real dangers, living out their faith just as I am living out mine. Yesterday and today I realized again that, oh, my God, You are so worthy of my praise. I was made for this life. I am but an exile and pilgrim in this fallen world, here to plant seeds and to prepare for that Day when all things will be renewed. All of us, wherever we live and whatever we do, are meant to be outposts of God’s love in a broken world. I think that’s because God is love.

The bride of Christ grows lovelier to me each and every day. I can’t tell you how much I value my brothers and sisters (at least 100 were present for our meetings) — men and women quietly doing the work of the kingdom in the oddest of places, not because we have to do this but because it’s who we are. The joy of the Lord is our strength as each of us picks up our own little shovel and gets to work, living out the kingdom in our real, right-now lives. It isn’t a chore. It’s our vocation. It’s the work God has given us to do.

Been a good week so far, been really good. Onward we go on this fantastic journey!

Monday, October 7

7:30 AM Up we go! Eager to fly to Philly later today for some meetings on global missions with some great friends. It’s a time to humble ourselves before God and seek the direction and power of the Holy Spirit. The earliest Christians did not consider missions and evangelism an occasional activity. No, their witness was as consistent as their daily worship. A New Testament church is an evangelizing church. It reaches out in witness and good works. It is known not only for its biblical teaching but for its compassionate outreach. Only the Lord Jesus Christ through His Holy Spirit can open the blind eyes of the church to see this. As God’s new community, we are called out of the world to belong to God and then sent right back into the world to witness and to serve. I used to make a distinction between the “Great Commandment” and the “Great Commission.” No longer! The Great Commission of Matt. 28:19 is not the Great Suggestion. We should also call it a “commandment,” for that’s exactly what it is. So I see no contradiction between what I call the Love Commandment and the Gospel Commandment. The missionary church isn’t concerned with itself but is a “church for others.” Its center lies not in a weekly gathering but in daily obedience. Perhaps nothing is so damaging to the cause of Christ as a church that is preoccupied with itself. Paul’s own example as an indefatigable missionary (Acts 20) has been an unfailing inspiration to me in this regard. He threw himself heart and soul into the work of the Gospel. He worked night and day on behalf of Christ. No suffering could stop him, not even the threat of death, for he did not consider his life to be of any value. Above all, he had no ulterior motives. Nobody could accuse him of being in it for the money. Paul’s life should not only humble but inspire us. All of us are called to thetask of global missions. We must be willing to suffer for what we believe in. God calls us both to a wider love (a love even of our enemies) and a nobler ambition (to prioritize God’s rule and God’s mission over our own). I will be the first to confess that I don’t always live with these priorities. Thankfully, today and tomorrow I will be meeting with men and women who have consistently modeled for me what it looks like to fight the good fight of faith. I also believe in the power of God’s word and God’s Spirit to renew not only the church but also my own heart.

Love God.

Serve others.

Always be on mission for Christ regardless of your location and vocation. 

P.S. Some Christians I know are facing tremendous opposition and persecution where they live. I know because I’ve seen it firsthand on my many visits to Asia, the Middle East, and Africa. I hope that they, and we, will remember the final words of our Lord: “Remember, I am with you day after day after day, until the very end of the age.” As Christ-followers, each of our days will have its trials and difficulties. But each day will also find the Lord Jesus Himself whispering in our ears, “My grace is all you need. I will never, never, NEVER leave you nor forsake you.”

Sunday, October 6

4:42 PM The Word of the Day is “Hekastology.” It’s a word I invented several years ago. It comes from the Greek word hekastos, meaning “each” or “every.” I was reminded of this neologism this morning as I listened to a wonderful message from 1 Pet. 4:10-11.

Here Peter writes, “Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.” Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he’s talking about our hekastology! The purpose of our Christian meetings is to encourage one another. We are a family, and good families spend time building relationships. We should go to every church meeting thinking not just “What good can I get out of this meeting” but also “How can I contribute something to the whole?” Let’s get into the habit of praying each and every time before we attend a church meeting to ask God to show us some way to encourage others, and then let’s be on the lookout for opportunities to do just that. Otherwise we might as well just stay at home and watch the service on TV!

5:34 AM There are always lessons to learn whenever you run a race. Here’s a few that come to mind after yesterday’s half:

1) Realize that even “flat” courses have some amount of vertical to them. Yesterday we faced 1,274 feet of elevation gain.

To give you some perspective, the famous Heartbreak Hill at the Boston Marathon is 91 feet of vertical. You get the idea.

2) Take care of your toes. As in having a professional pedicure. By the end of the race, toe #2 on my left foot was hurting something bad.

Should have known better. I definitely need to have that taken care of before Chicago.

3) Learn to suffer better. Pain comes with the territory. By mile 10 of a half marathon you’re gonna be hurting. Accept your discomfort rather than dwelling on it.

4) Always do your best in life, no matter what you’re doing. When yesterday’s race was over I asked myself, “Did you do your best today, Dave?” Some days doing our best may mean running as hard and as fast as we can. On other days, it may mean slowing down and simply savoring the course and the experience. Races are a good place to find the best in yourself, in others, and in running.

5) Be respectful of others. The trail yesterday was a multi-purpose one, meaning there were plenty of people biking while we were running. If you’re ever biking where people are running, you are told to say “On your left” before passing. One guy was super polite and said “Rider on your left.” That one additional word made the request to pass all that more congenial. I’m going to start using it when I ride.

6) Savor your victories. I’ve never won a race. In fact, I don’t recall ever seeing the winner cross the finish line, I’m so far behind. But here’s the deal in running and in all of life. Even if you never win a race you can still be victorious. Yesterday I enjoyed a personal victory.  I finished. I set a new course PR. I enjoyed the company of hundreds of other runners who were all working together toward the same goal. The time on a clock is not a reflection of the kind of person I am. The victories over ourselves are the ones that matter the most.

Saturday, October 5

3:44 PM Today I wrapped up my preparations for Chicago with my final long run of the training block.

Today’s 13.1-mile race in Farmville required a steady pace, and it was nice to beat my finish time from last year’s event by 15 minutes.

With Chicago next weekend it feels great to have my final long run in the books. Time to focus on recovery and tapering before I leave for Chicago next Friday. So excited for this moment in time and for the God-given health that allows me to enjoy the great outdoors.

Friday, October 4

5:38 PM What do runners do? We work hard, train hard, rest, and then RACE! Instead of doing the Raleigh 13.1 Half Marathon as I had planned, I decided yesterday to switch over to the High Bridge Half Marathon in Farmville, where I do a lot of my training.

Not only is Farmville closer, I prefer crushed gravel to concrete as a running surface. As I continue to dabble in racing I’m trying to be wise as well as determined. Running takes place between the ears as much as it does with your legs.

I ran this race last year and was very pleased with the course and the organization. It’s just another small step on my way to fulfilling some dreams of mine. No matter how large or small your dreams may be, never stop chasing them down.

12:45 PM What kind of music do you enjoy listening to while working out? I love various genres but classical has to be my favorite. Here’s a new addition to my play list. It will take your breath away.

 

12:12 PM Excellent workout at the Y this morning in the lead-up to Chicago. Excited to take the rest of the day off before tomorrow’s half marathon. I can feel it, folks. Maybe a new PR at Chicago? We will see! Today I test drove the new 2020 Honda Odyssey after my workout. I’ll need to trade in my 2017 Odyssey soon. It’s already got 68,000 miles on it. Yes, I do drive a lot. Not happy with the 2020 model, though. The redesigned front panel leaves much to be desired in my opinion. Might have to go back to driving Fords.

Meanwhile, been praying that the drought would be over soon. We haven’t had a good rain in weeks and the fields are very dry. James tells us that Elijah prayed and “down came the rain.” A prayer on your part for rain in these here parts would not be unappreciated, my friends. 

5:55 AM In Galatians this AM. Here the key word is “flabbergasted.” That’s what Paul is. He writes, in essence, “You Galatians — I can’t believe how fickle you are! How quickly you’ve turned away from the One who called you by the grace of Christ and have embraced “another” Gospel — a variant message, an alien message, a non-message, a lie! You’re crazy! Have you lost your mind? For only crazy people would think they could complete by their own efforts what was begun by God. How do you suppose you can be acceptable to God by adding to Christ this hyphen or that hyphen: Jesus-circumcision, Jesus-law, Jesus-religion? When you attempt to add anything to His sole sufficiency you rob God of His glory. I tell you: If you accept circumcision, you will trade all the advantages of life in Christ for mere morality!” Paul has had it with “religion.” There’s nothing we can add to the work of Christ on the cross. But more often than not we decide we can “improve” the matter by supplementing faith with our paltry legalisms. We only end up diluting the purity of the Gospel and the simplicity of Christ. Galatians was written for every hyphenated Christian who ever lived: Jesus-and-angels or Jesus-and-circumcision or Jesus-and-politics or Jesus-and-Allah. The Gospel deletes all hyphens. God’s actions in Jesus are enough.

Few things make us more vulnerable to the enemy’s schemes than legalism.

Thursday, October 3

2:14 PM Crushed a 20 mile workout today.

Patience and fortitude are the key words in my training these days.

Today was a little step in the right direction of obtaining a state of readiness for Chicago. Patience is an art form ladies and gentlemen.

7:48 AM Ended my reading in Ephesians 4 this AM. Paul writes that shepherd-teachers are to prepare God’s people for works of service. Let’s get out of our heads that only some Christians are called to ministry. We follow One who said, “I did not come to be served but to serve.” We can follow Him without serving? Nope. The church flourishes only when people are free to exercise their gifts.

6:48 AM If I live to be 100, I will never forget this video.

The Word of the Day is “forgiveness.” Christians never have nothing to repent of. Luther’s first thesis in his 95 theses was, “When our Lord and Master Jesus Christ said, ‘Repent’ (Mt. 4:17), he willed the entire life of believers to be one of repentance.” We may minimize our wrongs, but God won’t. Sin is serious business with Him. Knowing that, this video brought me to my knees. How could it not? My friend, dwell on His forgiveness today. And if you have done wrong, ask Him to forgive you and cleanse you. Forgiveness is like a snowplow, again opening the road before us. Thanks be to God.

Wednesday, October 2

7:46 PM Next half marathon chosen! It will bethis Saturday in Raleigh. CANNOT WAIT! Should be the perfect long run before Chicago.

Upcoming training:

  • Tomorrow: 20 mile bike.

  • Friday: Weight training.

  • Saturday: 13.1 miles hard.

  • Sunday: Rest.

  • Monday-Tuesday: Philadelphia trip (missions-related).

  • Wednesday: 5 miles easy.

  • Thursday: Weight training.

  • Friday: Fly to Chicago.

  • Saturday: Race expo, shakeout run, rest.

  • Sunday: Chicago Marathon (26.2 miles hard).

  • Monday: Fly home.

We are moving onward and upward!

1:26 PM The Word of the Day is “moderation.” The Greeks had a saying: “Nothing in excess.” In ancient Greece, moderation was considered necessary to ensure normality by minimizing extremes. For runners, lack of moderation is a constant temptation. We tend to overdo things, even after a hard race. This is called OTS, or Over Training Syndrome. I am trying to be very intentional these days about not overdoing things. Thus my 7-mile run today was at a very slow pace. It almost felt like walking.

Prov. 16:32 says “Moderation is better than muscle.” Balance is the key to so much of life:

  • I should focus on physical health but not to the neglect of my soul.

  • I should be sociable but not excessively so.

  • I can be so heavenly minded I’m no earthly good.

  • I should be outward-focused but not totally incapable of introspection.

  • I should be able to meet people halfway.

  • Knowledge is important but so is obedience.

Being a runner will test your moderation that’s for sure. I’ve learned many lessons over the past 4 years of running. I do hope one of them is to do all things in moderation. “Nothing in excess” — except, perhaps, loving God and serving others!

Love God.

Serve others.

Strive for balance in all things.

8:38 AM This and that ….

1) Reading the book of Micah in my AM devotions.

Verse 1 may be a word for somebody today. We sometimes have our favorite books of the Bible and tend to overlook (or ignore) others. I’m a New Testament guy, that’s for sure. Still, I’ve always been a bit uncomfortable with language like, “Romans is Paul’s greatest writing.” The fact is, you can go anywhere in the 66 books of the Bible and pick absolutely any verse and say, “Thus says the Lord.” It’s God’s word, all of it. “This is the word of the Lord which came to Micah ….” Equal inspiration. Equal authority. Equal usefulness (“All Scripture is God-breathed and useful ….”).

2) I thought Fall had arrived. But the temp today will be about 180 degrees. Might have to run indoors on the dreadmill today. 90 percent of my runs are at slow pace and I’m shocked to see how that translates into racing. Chicago will be the next test of that philosophy.

3) I hate fast food but just had to try out the new Impossible Burger at Burger King. Tasted like rubber to me. Serves me right.

4) Back to running for a minute. If you’re just getting started, the fall and winter is a good time. There are plenty of low-key races around Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Have fun!

5) Took this pic exactly 3 years ago today. Can’t wait to get back to Colorado and bag another 14er.

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Monday, September 30

11:06 AM Hmm. Disconnect much?

Phaedrus is reported to have said, “Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many.” We all have perceptions of reality. Unfortunately, at times we are wrong. As you know, I love to think outside of the box. Through the years I’ve discovered a passion for the primary sources, whether they are in Greek, Latin, German, or whatever. I’m a huge fan of putting your head down and tuning out the cacophony of noises from others and digging into the text for yourself. Luck, nope, not in Bible study. I frankly do not have all the answers to the questions of life. At the end of the day, each of us has to evaluate the evidence and come up with our own convictions. Let’s all work harder at doing our own thinking and not falling into the trap of group think. Of course, the opposite is also true. Let’s not disagree with the majority unless we feel there is some pretty strong evidence for doing so. Let’s just say there has to be a balance between skepticism and reasonable affirmation. 

Onward, upward, and Godward!

7:15 AM “Efficiency.” Yes, that’s the Word of the Day. I think I’m pretty good at staying on top of things, but sometimes things can get left behind in the day to day of life if you know what I mean. Oil change. Post office. Bank. House cleaning. Grocery shopping. Animal care. Life can get busy when you have a fulltime job plus two houses and a farm to care for. I often wonder how I can do better. I want to become more efficient in the use of my time and energy so that I can maintain that oh-so delicate balance between being and doing.

When I get to the office today first up will be to print off and copy my quizzes, exams, and handouts for the week. Then I plan to get some writing done and maybe even work on a book review I’ve been intending to finish. Maybe I’ll get in a final September workout today, but right now that’s iffy. As you can see, I met and surpassed my monthly goal of 100 miles so I think I can skip a day or two of training.

Only 2 weeks of training left before the marathon in the Windy City. Yes, I’m a bit nervous, but I think I’m still on track to arrive in Chicago both fresh and fit. You just keep breathing and moving forward one day at a time in this world. 

Love God.

Serve others.

Be as efficient as you can.

Sunday, September 29

6:44 PM Next week will be our fall break and I’ve got two trips planned, one to Philadelphia to meet up with some good friends and another to Chicago for my marathon. In making my plane reservations I always ask for the window seat. I never tire of seeing the earth from 29,000 feet, though I also notice how many of my fellow travelers keep their window shades closed even during takeoff and landing. The day I lose my childlike curiosity about planet Earth and stop staring out the window with awe and wonder is the day I know that my childlike innocence is gone forever. Life to me has been an inspiring, challenging, rewarding, heartbreaking adventure. Even today, I will crawl into bed tonight full of gratitude for such an amazing day. Any runner knows that just being able to ambulate the day after a race is as much cause for celebration as is running the race itself. I’m so glad that our bodies can adapt. So can our psyches. God knew what He was doing when He designed us. So let’s not miss all the good things He has in store for us in this all-too brief life. Challenge yourself to live big. Grab that window seat. And leave the shade open.

4:58 PM What a journey running has been. Can you believe Chicago is in only 2 weeks? Many lessons have been learned over the past 4 years. Not easy but very rewarding. I do hope I’ve learned the lesson of taking time off from running after a race. Today after church I got in an easy 2 and a half mile walk in Appomattox.

I started out on the Sweeney Trail and ended up backtracking into the village itself. Below are a more few pix for your reading enjoyment. Can you identify the surrender house?

8:12 AM The Word of the Day is “recovery.” What are the best strategies for recovering after a hard race?  For me, sleep is the best recovery tool, and I was indeed blessed by a good night’s sleep last night. Then there’s nutrition. Eat healthy and frequently. Again, everyone is different, but for me chocolate milk does the trick. Nothing helps me recover better than CM. Stretching and rolling come next. Finally, I like to take lots of walks, nothing too strenuous, just something to keep me active.

So here are only a few items in my recovery recipe. What are yours? Once again, it’s all about walking that thin line between competition and rest.

7:40 AM Congratulations to Ethiopian runner Kenenisa Bekele who missed the world record by only 2 seconds at today’s Berlin Marathon. What a magnificent performance. The satisfaction of knowing that you pushed yourself way farther than you ever thought possible is as valuable as any cheer from the spectators. These are the moments when Heaven touches the earth.

6:58 AM It is time for you to “fall” into a new hobby or habit? Like learning to read New Testament Greek? Fall is a great time to begin. The kids are back in school and your routine has finally returned to semi-“normal.” The days are getting cooler and shorter. And what better season than the fall to reassess your goals? Change is, after all, literally in the air.  If your goal is to learn to read Greek, here are some suggestions for getting started:

1. Pick your beginning grammar. There are a ton of them out there. If you’re savings-conscious, try to get one with the exercises built-in so that you don’t have to buy an additional workbook.

2. Select your teacher. Just Google it on YouTube. They’re available!

3. Set realistic goals. You can’t learn the subject in a few weeks or even months. I’d suggest one lesson per week.

4. Know your obstacles. If you tend to jump off the bandwagon as quickly as you jump on it, ask someone to hold you accountable. Better yet, study with them.

For resources on all of these steps, check out myGreek Portal. There you’ll find the latest Greek textbooks, YouTube channels, and all the bells and whistles you could wish for to get you started.

Get the most out of the fall season and accomplish that goal you’ve been postponing. You can do it!

Onward and upward!

Saturday, September 28

1:06 PM The Virginia 10 Miler went down today with an amazing showing of thousands of runners in the beautiful city of Lynchburg, VA.

This race is not for the weak of heart.

The last mile is the hardest as it’s all uphill. It takes true grit to get up and over this course. I find it helps to keep smiling.

The Kenyans, of course, breezed by me going the other way before I had even gone 3 miles. Man were they smoking.

After I had crossed the finish line I looked at my watch to see what my time was. I had secretly been hoping for a new personal course record. I wasn’t disappointed.

A new PR. Yes!

Thanks to the Lord’s kindness, this will be a race I will remember for a very long time to come. I felt that it merited lunch at the Mexican restaurant.

Now it’s off to take a long nap and then take the dog for walk. Thanks for coming with me on this journey. As I always say, onward and upward! 

4:30 AM Yes, I’m off to another Virginia 10-Miler in Lynchburg, my third time running this race. I have my eye set on reaching a few personal goals, but you never know what you’ll encounter out there on the course. One thing is for sure: it’s going to be hot and humid. Let me know if you’re running today and we’ll meet up at the starting line. The fall running season is in full swing. Let’s see what the Lord has in store for us!

Friday, September 27

4:16 PM Today I’m honing in on the various beginning Greek grammars I have in my personal library to see what others are saying about the aorist tense.

Time to keep fighting for a better understanding of the Greek verb system. As long as you’re teaching, you never outgrow your need to keep abreast of current scholarship. My goal in teaching is to always arrive at the classroom as fresh as possible. In the background is the beautiful bouquet of flowers I was given at Liberty U. a week ago. How kind of them.

8:05 AM Have you noticed? With the football season upon us, the spirit of competition is at its peak. I truly believe that the spirit of competition is hardwired into the human psyche. That’s why we are so attracted to sports of all kinds. That’s also why we love to cheer for the underdog. In fact, the Word of the Day is “infracaninophile” — a word I use in my bio to describe who I am. It means “lover of the underdog.” Growing up in Hawai’i, it seems I was almost always the underdog. A couple of months ago I visited my old schools in Kailua. From marbles to basketball to volleyball, the playground images are painfully clear. I was rarely chosen to be on the “A” team if you know what I mean. What I learned was that the athletic challenges I faced as a young person are being refought every of my life as an adult. There is something inside me that seeks to prove to myself and others that I can “play the game.” This spirit of competition is so healthy for the human race. It causes us to strive to be and do our best with whatever talents and gifts the Lord has graciously given us. You never reach the edges of your dreams.

This morning I read through the book of 1 Corinthians. In chapter 15, Paul is very honest with us. He knew that Jesus had revealed Himself to all the other apostles before He had revealed Himself to Paul. “It was fitting that I bring up the rear,” he writes, adding:

I don’t deserve to be included in that inner circle, as you well know, having spent all those early years trying my best to stamp God’s church right out of existence.

Still, Paul was grateful to be able to serve the Lord. Earlier in the letter he insists that no part of the body is unimportant.

Can you imagine Eye telling Hand, “Get lost; I don’t need you”? Or, Head telling Foot, “You’re fired; your job has been phased out”?

Of course not. We all need each other — the slow need the fast, the up front need the hidden, the higher need the lower.

What we have is one body with many parts, each in its proper size and in its proper place.

What we have to do, my friends, is make sure we are doing the very best we can as an ear, or an eye, or as whatever part of the body God has made us. As Paul says, “But because God was so gracious, so very gracious, here I am. And I’m not about to let his grace go to waste.” When the gun goes off in tomorrow’s race, as the gazelles speed away from us back-of-the-packers in search of a new PR, we penguins will waddle along proving to ourselves that our past will not determine our future. I realize that every time I challenge myself to do more, to climb to ever greater heights, I am a winner.

Underdog or first-place winner, we all can still be victorious.

Thursday, September 26

8:08 PM My oh my, blog family, been spending the evening at the lake — enjoying a hot fudge sundae, watching the sun go down, and thinking about aging.

Yes, I said aging. My brief foray into running has taught me many valuable lessons. One of these lessons is that the body at 67 is not the same body it was at 47, even though my mind may think so. Your body is not young forever. Which means that physical activity, while it may delay the aging process, can’t reverse it. With age, everything is harder both physically and mentally. This means that both the intensity and volume of training needs to be reduced the older we get. A good starting point, I’ve discovered, is introducing non-weight-bearing activities into my exercise regiment. As a result, I’m now involved in 5 sports — running, cycling, surfing, swimming, and weight training. I have accepted the fact that continued heavy training is detrimental to my overall health. It’s as though my muscles have developed a reduced capacity not only to absorb shock during running but also to recover after training.

All that to say that while I may be slowing down a bit as a age, I don’t plan to give up any time soon. I just want to be sure that my exercise regime include repair cycles that will last a lifetime rather for limited period of time.

What’s on store for tomorrow? Lord willing, I’ll spend the morning in the weight room and then spend the remainder of the day resting up for Saturday’s race. Before you know it, it’ll be time to rock n roll!

11:38 AM Feeling good about today’s effort at the Tobacco Heritage Trail in South Boston. I’m ever grateful for trails like this one so close to my farm.

Today’s run was an easy 5 miles on a very soft surface (crushed gravel) instead of on either concrete or — the surface I will run on this Saturday in Lynchburg — asphalt. I might call today’s training a shakeout run to make sure my legs are fresh and happy before the Virginia 10-Miler.

It was definitely a confidence booster for the marathon in 3 weeks. Even though I will never have a runner’s body, I can still strive to have a runner’s soul. Time now for a nap and then I hope to get some solid writing done.

8:24 AM Chicago will be my 16th marathon. Where shall I run after that? That is the question of the day. There are so many marathons out there that it’s not easy to decide. Is theAtlanta Marathon the ticket? It might very well be. The date is perfect (March 1). Plus I have kids who live within a 2-hour drive of greater Atlanta. The downside are the hills. As in HILLS. So I may end up in Cincy after all. But at least Atlanta is now in the running.

Off to get in a run.

8:05 AM New Power Point now up at our Greek Portal:Biblical Eldership.

Here I inquire as to whether the concept of “first among equals” (primus inter pares) is biblical, drawing heavily from Strauch’s classic work.

7:15 AM Today’s key word is “responsibility.” One way that running has influenced my life is that it has taught me that I have a body to look after. Even the mere attempt to get into shape shows that you care for your temple. Running has taught me what I can do with the body God gave me — and, just as importantly, what I can’t do with it. I do not have a runner’s body. I’m just not built to run fast. I’m way too tall and my body type is wrong for this sport. But these very limitations have heightened the rewards of running. As with studying Greek, the more effort that goes into something, and the more difficulties there are to overcome, the more rewarding the results. Running competitively has taught me the humility to realize my limitations. I’ve come to realize that I can still devote the same effort to attaining my goals as elite runners do to attaining theirs. Perhaps most importantly, I can derive as much pleasure from running as they do.

Anyone of us can be more active. Anyone of us can find a way to treat our bodies more responsibly. The first step (pun intended) is to get out there and run or walk. Nothing stops us except our own indolence. Even if you’ve never run before, even if you’re overweight, even if you’re clumsy and unathletic like I am, even if you have never been involved in sports, you can become a runner. You don’t have to run marathons to be a runner. You don’t have to have a perfect body to be a runner. You only have to want to run.

The secret to getting started is that there is no secret. All you have to do is lace up and go. Somewhere between the soles of your shoes and the road beneath your feet lies the answer.

Wednesday, September 25

8:28 PM Wow. That supper hit the spot. The book I was talking about earlier isSuffering as Participation with Christ in the Pauline Corpus. Wesley Davey is the author.

Wesley teaches religious studies at Forman Christian College in Pakistan. The book originated in his doctoral studies at Southeastern under my supervision. I think it makes a noteworthy contribution to our understanding of how the early church viewed suffering. I could not be more proud of the author.

7:38 PM Today I got home just in time to see the sun setting in my backyard — a sight I never had until I cut some timber a few months ago.

I’m doing well in my taper before Saturday’s 10-miler in Lynchburg. Hence yesterday’s 5-mile workout at Joyner Park in Wake Forest at an 11:56 pace.

A solid effort 4 days out from the race but I don’t believe it was too hard. As a runner you’re always walking that fine line between doing too much or too little. Can be a bit unnerving at times.

Tomorrow it’s either a run or a bike — haven’t decided yet. Then for Friday I’ve planned an easy workout at the Y before the big day.  

Gotta keep this short so I can get some grub but I can’t sign off until I give a big “Thank you” to my colleague John Hammett for his exceptional lecture today in our NT class on the subject of the significance of Romans in church history.

He knocked it out of the park as always. So grateful for all my friends and colleagues here at school. Stay tuned for more coverage of my Chicago training. I also ran across a recently published book I want to call your attention to.

In the meantime, onward and upward!

Monday, September 23

6:10 AM Only 21 days until Chicago. One thing is for certain. Chicago draws some of the best runners from around the world. It will be an honor to race with them even if I’m at the back of the pack. The legs are not the freshest after 3 weeks of hard training, but I’m looking forward to another week of preparation. I have to continue to lay the aerobic foundation for a solid race effort. Slow and steady are my watchwords this week.

Today’s key word is “modesty.” The teachers I had in college and seminary were, thankfully, never superior or rude. Rather, they were modest, thoughtful, and anxious for me to acquire new knowledge. Above all, they hated flattery. These are attributes I’ve found in virtually all of the top teachers I’ve known throughout my life. Indeed, I suspect that these characteristics are essential in the field, in which success is so dreadfully visible and in which the duration of that success is so ephemeral. The New Testament scholars of my generation that we so highly respected are all now long gone and (to a sad degree) forgotten. But who can ever forget the modesty and self-effacement of an F. F. Bruce or a Howard Marshall? I for one never will. Incidentally, I have never met a successful runner who made me feel inferior. I think even elite runners know that their days of fame and stardom are numbered and it’s this very temporary nature of success that keeps them from becoming arrogant. No passage in Scripture explains this we well as the verses below. If you are up to the challenge, read them over and over again. As you read remember that our weaknesses are not liabilities with God. There is no handicap that hinders our Lord.

Remember, my dear brothers and sisters, that few of you were wise in the world’s eyes or powerful or wealthy when God called you. In fact, God has chosen the things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And He has chosen things that are powerless to shame the powerful. God has even chosen things that are despised by the world, things that count for nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important. As a result, no one can ever boast in the presence of God.

Love God.

Serve others.

And remember to walk humbly.

Sunday, September 22

6:06 PM The message this morning was from one of my favorite passages in Acts.

Paul’s teaching in Acts 20:17-35 is a reminder that the leadership of a local church should be both pastoral and plural. “Pastor,” of course, is a metaphor. Elders are to do the work of a shepherd and tend to a flock, as it were, especially by feeding and protecting it. I’m so grateful for all the elders I know. They are good shepherds keeping watch over their flock day and night. Paul’s example is an unfailing inspiration to them. Implicit in this chapter, however, is the truth that God is the supreme overseer of His own people. The church is His, not ours. And over this church is no man but the Holy Spirit who appoints the overseers. Elders have no proprietary rights over the church. This truth should both humble and inspire those who are in church leadership.

Time to prep my meals for the week. Congratulations to everyone for your heroic efforts out there in class, whether you’re studying Greek with me or New Testament. Onward and ever upward!

8:04 AM Training this week:

Today after church: Gym

Monday: Run

Tuesday: Gym

Wednesday: Bike

Thursday: Gym and run

Friday: Rest day

Saturday: Virginia 10-Miler in Lynchburg!

7:40 AM The Word of the Day is “failure.” Like many, I discovered trail running by accident. I was looking for a winter race and Liberty University was hosting a trail race called the Arctic 5K in February. Perfect, I thought. That run was absolutely decisive. Trail running brings you into direct contact with nature and her always awesome and sometimes dangerous beauty. When you’re out on a trail run, you know it’s good to be alive because you are so close to nature’s embrace. There’s something surreal that happens when your arms and legs are pumping, your lungs are heaving, and the earth is moving swiftly beneath your feet. I even love the privacy and solitude of being on the trails. Even in a crowded race like the one I ran in yesterday, you reach a point where fatigue and concentration drive you back into yourself, into that part of you that only times of duress and discomfort bring a clear focus on the person you really are. I suggest that to achieve real success in any area of life there must always be a level of pain and discomfort as well as a sense of insecurity. Knowing that you can fail keeps you from becoming arrogant, while our inevitable failures become the catalyst for real personal growth. I failed at Greek when I first took it. Thankfully, God got me back on my feet and we plowed on. Even today, when I suppose I’ve reached some level of expertise in the field, teaching Greek has given me a heightened sense of self-criticism and self-expectation. I realize it’s never possible to do your absolute best in any endeavor. Likewise, running in competitions like yesterday’s Nasty Nine teaches you to identify your limitations and to accept them with pride, without envying those who might have athletic abilities that far surpass yours. After every race there will always be another challenge to be tackled. I still have a lifetime of goals and ambitions to achieve, and so do you, my friend.

Blog family, God understands when we are hesitating to move forward because of past failures or old wounds. He picks up the pieces of our lives and gets us back up on our feet. “You go before me and follow me. You place Your hand of blessing on my head” (Psalm 139:5). Why? Because He loves us and wants us to experience the plans He has for us from the beginning of time (Rom. 9:23).

What is next for me? Only God knows. But I do know this: I can never be satisfied with the level of spirituality and commitment I’ve attained. God has a magnificent plan for my life. And He’s willing to both guide, correct, and protect me toward that end.

P.S. A few more pix:

1) Meet and greet at LU on Friday.

2) What drives me as a Greek teacher: The New Testament is God-breathed.

3) I snapped this not 5 minutes ago.

“God made a home in the sky for the sun. It comes out in the morning like an athlete eager to run a race” (Psalm 19).

Saturday, September 21

6:44 PM Today’s key word is “audible.” Every now and again we have to call an audible in life. That was the case today as I ran the Nasty Nine Trail Run at Brushy Hills.

The day started off like any other day of uphill goodness.

After about a mile of running I got into a relaxed groove behind a guy named Dave, who was going along at a pretty good clip.

I was looking forward to a competitive foot race when we came across a young lady who had just fallen. She had either sprained or broken her right ankle and was in incredible pain. Dave and I tried to carry her down the mountain but it was just too much for us. Eventually the paramedics were able to produce a stretcher and off she went to the hospital. (Charissa, I hope and pray you are doing much better!) Dave and I continued our pursuit of the finish line and crossed together. When we began our race today, neither of us had expected to encounter an injured runner. But that’s the nature of a trail run — roots, rocks, branches, streams, and any number of hazardous obstacles. Little wonder they called this race “nasty.” But we did what anybody would have done in that situation. We called an “audible” and took care of the business at hand. Internet family, life is full of audibles. You may agonize (as I often do) over our uncertainties and insecurities. But God is always there to support those who trust in His certainty and security. He promises His children “a future and a hope” (Jer. 29:11). The hardest part is usually just letting go and trusting God for such things as losing your job, coping with the death of a loved one, and dealing with the pressures of a stressed-out world.

After the race, everyone was hungry, but the race directors were prepared to assuage our ferocious appetites with sandwiches, chocolate milk, bananas, lemonade, and cookies.

A group I just had to congratulate was the contingent from VMI in nearby Lexington. Like me, this was their first Nasty Nine, and they crushed it.

Meanwhile, I can’t believe my day yesterday. So great to see my former student Ben Laird and to be a guest in his Greek classes again.

We met on the ninth floor of the Divinity School’s new tower building with crazy good views of the Peaks of Otter.

Last night’s meeting was in the lecture hall in the Science Building. I hope the students weren’t too bored!

I can’t thank Jill Ross (Biblical Studies) and Jaeshill Kim (Linguistics) enough for doing such a great job of organizing my talk. It was a long day but a good one. I could not be more impressed with the students at LU.

Not much else to say on this fine fall day.

Love God.

Serve others.

And call an audible when you need to.

Friday, September 20

8:10 AM As promised, here’s today’s schedule at Liberty:

12:00-12:50: Ben Laird’s Greek 1 class (Tower ninth floor)

2:10-3:00: Ben Laird’s Greek 3 class (Tower ninth floor)

3:15-4:05: Jill Ross’s Greek 1 class (Tower ninth floor)

6:30-8:00: Lecture (Science Hall)

The latter is sponsored by the university’s linguistics club and is, I believe, open to the public. My topic is “Why Bible Students Ought to Be the Best Linguists Out There.” After the lecture I’ll head to Lexington, VA, which is about an hour drive from Lynchburg. I hope to do a mountain trail race there tomorrow. Here’s the elevation map. Oh my goodness.

Which leads me to our Word of the Day: “Leisure.” In our busy world, finding ways to relax can be challenging. Personally, I love both work and leisure and choose to maximize the two. Both sleep and leisure are recovery techniques that we Type A personalities have a hard time balancing with our busy work schedules. Leisure isn’t idleness. It’s not laziness. Laziness doesn’t benefit anybody. Leisure is being present in the moment and leaving ourselves open to God’s goodness all around us. Leisure, like work, can and should bring glory to God. Leisure is simply the right balance between work and play, between give and take, freeing us to be fully alive. The Psalmist wrote, “Open wide your mouth and I will fill it.” Tomorrow, when I’m up in the mountains, I hope to relax and “take it all in.”

This is a new topic on this blog but I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Looking forward to what God has in store for me this weekend. Hope you have a great one too.

Love God.

Serve others.

Start each day with a grateful heart.

Thursday, September 19

12:52 PM Feels good to have a 5K tempo run under my belt as I prepare for Chicago.

Running by feel, I averaged 8 miles per hour on the faster sections of the track. A solid effort on an absolutely beautiful day.

Earlier I managed to get in an upper body workout at the Y.

I don’t necessarily want to have large arms. But runners need good upper body strength especially toward the end of a race, when your legs are shot and you’re relying on arm swing to get you to the finish line. Still earlier, I spent an hour or so at our local Amish bakery sipping coffee and putting the final touches on my lectures tomorrow at Liberty University.

I’ll be speaking a total of 4 times so there’s a lot of preparation work involved. I’ll post my speaking schedule tomorrow before I leave. Stay tuned for more updates both about my training and my lecturing at LU.

Alright, signing off, time for a long nap.

6:55 AM Today’s key word is “worship.” A sub-theme might be “Bible translations.” This morning I was reading 1 Cor. 14 in The Message and ran across these words:

When you gather for worship, each one of you be prepared with something that will be useful for all….

I think The Message often gets it right. Here, however, it gets it wrong, in my humble opinion. Paul never refers to the purpose of a church gathering as worship, though we often do. Although what we do when we gather can indeed be described as worship because we should be worshiping at all times, the New Testament teaches that Christians are to meet primarily for the purpose of mutual encouragement. That’s exactly what Paul says here: “When you come together … do all things for edification” (1 Cor. 14:26). It’s not so much a worship service as an edification service. Another key passage is Heb. 10:24-25.

Let us consider how we may spur one another on towards love and good works. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another, and all the more as you see the Day approaching.

The “Day” the author is talking about here is the return of Christ, when we will see Jesus face to face and all earthly sorrow will come to an end. Until then, says the author, life is full of trials. That’s why we need to “spur one another on” and “encourage one another.” As with running a marathon, there’s a grave danger that I will give up in the Christian life before I reach the finish line. That’s why we need each other. You need me and I need you. And our meetings should serve that end.

Edification is so central to the New Testament understanding of why we meet as Christians that it provides the test as to whether or not we should do something during the meeting. This is the argument Paul is making in 1 Cor. 14: “Does it edify? Does it build people up as believers?” If, for example, you have a tongue and there is no interpreter present, no one else receives any benefit. Hence Paul insists that uninterpreted tongues should have no place in church gatherings.

Churches today desperately need more pastors who will obey Paul’s injunction to “do all things for edification.” Pastor-teachers play a crucial role in God’s work of building up churches, but not at the expense of the contributions of others. All God’s people have the responsibility of ministry. This is how the Bible expects churches to be built up. And none of us can say we have nothing to contribute.

So, the question of the day is: How will I worship God today? We should pray that God would use us to bless others. We should think of ourselves not as laypeople but as priests who worship and serve God 24/7. And, when you go to church, remember that you are going not just to meet with God. You are also going to meet with (and serve) other Christians. We are a family, after all. And the more we spur one another on to love and good works, the better we will worship God.

Hope that makes sense!

P.S. Couldn’t resist:

Maybe it will “spur you on” to get outside and take a short walk today!

Wednesday, September 18

6:24 PM The spirit of competition is so healthy for us humans. I really, really love races  because of the comradery and the opportunity to go head to head with some great runners. But I also love to run solo. So far this week I managed 3 runs. I did Monday’s 10-mile run on the hard concrete of the Neuse River Greenway.

Although I ended up with a minor blister on my left foot, I felt great afterwards.

Yesterday and today I ran 4 miles each day at Joyner Park in Wake Forest, where the surface is a lot more runner-friendly (asphalt). This was my view this morning during my run.

I am beyond excited for the continued challenge of marathon running in the United States and (if the Lord allows) beyond. I think I’m just getting started in this sport, and I know the competition from my fellow racers will push me to new heights. At the end of the day it all comes down to the joy of running. I think the same applies to anything in life. Students who enjoy Greek tend to master it quickly and permanently. When I fell in love with Greek back in the 1970s, it was like finding myself for the first time. Likewise with running. When you’re running, loneliness does not creep in. That’s because you’re having fun and doing what God created your body to do — move.

By the way, “move” is the Word of the Day. My friend, you are capable of so much more than you think. Challenge yourself to live big. Turn off the TV. Get outdoors. Think about what you want to accomplish. Now go and DO IT!

Monday, September 16

5:45 AM Only 12 days to go until the Virginia 10-Miler in Lynchburg. This is one tough race, especially the final hill. It’s remarkable to see runners who are clearly struggling (like me) but continue to push forward. What a parable of the Christian life. In a perfect world, we would live obediently, practice spiritual disciplines, claim our identity in Christ, and be problem-free. (There would also be a Butterfinger under my pillow every morning.) The truth is that life has a way of throwing us into such confusion and pain that we lose all sense of hope. Don’t be ashamed of where you are in this process. Learn whatever lessons the Master Teacher is putting before you. One of the things I love about marathons is the adventure of never knowing how things are going to turn out. Good results aren’t guaranteed. Your race can go badly or well, but know what? You’ll never know until you muster the gumption to try. Any marathoner knows that making it to the end of the race in one piece is as much a cause for celebration as is going the distance. What I am saying is that the human body is amazing. It can do some really astonishing things. God knew what He was doing when He created us. He also knew how awesome the sense of accomplishment from running is.

Recently I heard of somebody who just lost their spouse after many years of marriage. I saw to it that they got a copy of my book Running My Race: Reflections on Life, Loss, Aging, and 40 Years of Teaching. When we struggle, we need someone to trust. Without someone we can trust in, we will inevitably either pretend things are better or else try and relieve the pain through craziness. I wrote my book in response to the cry of my own heart to know God better in the midst of my loss. As with marathon racing, recovering from loss is hard, a road less traveled, but the journey is definitely worth it.

As I continue to share with you my journey on this blog, I hope that a passion to know God in the midst of your problems will be stirred within you. The world is too uncertain a place to put our trust in man. But it’s a perfect place to find God.

5:22 AM To my beginning Greek students: If you get tired of (or bored with!) my teaching, remember you can gohere for videos of other teachers using our grammar.

5:15 AM Today’s key word is “nudge.” David Halpern once wrote a book called Inside the Nudge Unit: How Small Changes Can Make a Big Difference. I like that title. If you’re like me, the Holy Spirit doesn’t always impel you forward in your Christian walk in one giant leap. Sometimes He’ll pester and nudge you just to take another step. A nudge is a push but a gentle one. The transformation occurs from the inside out. A nudge is a seed of faith planted in the heart. Sure, there are risks. But faith is willing to go where it’s being led — er, nudged — because faith follows the One who leads: Jesus Christ.

How do you measure spiritual growth? It think it’s largely by asking ourselves if we are practicing what we’re learning. The favorite times in my life have been those when I got involved in helping and serving others. But I’m ashamed to say that there were periods when my growth slowed to a halt. My soul atrophied. My spiritual muscles got flabby. The Spirit may have been nudging me, but I wasn’t paying much attention. The Bible contains testaments of people who at times trusted and obeyed God completely and at others times completely disregarded Him. But being a “doer of the word” is not just an idle suggestion. “Don’t just listen to God’s word,” writes James (1:22). “Do what it says.” Balanced spiritual growth only happens when we’re giving into those little Holy-Spirit nudges.

So how is He nudging you today? Remember: The Holy Spirit is the Spirit of truth. Hence the Bible is God’s primary way of making Himself known to us. It guides us out of darkness and it helps us to maneuver through those awfully tight places we often encounter in life. God cares about these matters and more. And His word tells exactly what He’s like and what He expects from us. Our duty, then, is to avoid becoming dull and insensitive to what the Spirit is saying to us. One of the highest and noblest functions of our minds is to listen to God’s word and thus to read His mind and think His thoughts after Him.

How I thank God this morning for His word and for His Spirit, who is constantly nudging me from where I am to where I ought to be. And what a joy it is to teach that word this week on campus.

Sunday, September 15

6:30 PM The time at Clearview was well spent I do believe. It concluded today with a fun panel discussion.

Here’s wishing Peter and John well as they wing their way back to Phoenix tonight. Lots was discussed today. I’m afraid I may have raised a few eyebrows when I said I don’t separate my devotional reading of the Bible from my academic reading of same. I just don’t see a sacred/secular divide at all. That includes what we normally refer to as “worship.” As I said, we don’t come to church to worship. We come to church as worshippers. Which reminded me of this little book. (It’s small but it sure packs a punch).

This is from p. 34:

Offering my body to God is not just something I do as I sing on a Sunday and then can forget about for the rest of the week. It must be worked out in practice, day by day, hour by hour.

And then there’s this:

A friend of mine has put it like this: ‘To say, “I’m going to church to worship”, is about as silly as saying, “I’m off to bed to breathe for a while”.’

My oh my oh that’s good! Worship is all of life. It’s the dishes I washed today, the beds I made, the grass I mowed, and, yes, the songs I sang during the services at Clearview. I want to worship God not just on Sundays but with the whole of my life.

Time to get my meals prepped for the week. Onward and, yes, upward!

6:45 AM The WOD is ressourcement. This is a French word describing the act of returning to the sources in order to glean from the past so that we might better live in the present. I’d argue, folks, that this is why we study ancient Greek and Hebrew. The engagement with the past is not merely a recollection of the past but an uncovering of meaning for the present. This explains the watch-cry of the Reformation: Ad fontes! Back to the sources! And what are those sources? The words of God written in Scripture. That’s where we must always turn for normative wisdom.

Today during the panel discussion at Clearview, I hope to make this clear. “Dogmatics is science.” So said Karl Barth in the opening of his Church Dogmatics. Theology and science are collaborative disciplines. Hence my lecture on New Testament Greek linguistics this coming Friday at Liberty University will be held in their new science building.

Though not identical in content and method, both linguistics and biblical exegesis are “sciences” in that they are both engaged in appeals to human rationality. What we’re after is a better understanding of how the languages of the Bible work based on a scientific study of language itself. Exegesis is thus engaged with linguistics. It has to be. This is why I love teaching Greek from a linguistic perspective. Greek is both heuristic and utilitarian.

In Basel, where I studied from 1980-1983, theology was known as the “queen of the sciences.” This expression is a holdover from the Middle Ages, a time when the Bible was seen as the ultimate source of truth. Hence theology became the standard by which other scientific disciplines had to abide. That standard no longer exists today, at least not in most European universities. The gold standard is no longer the Bible. Yet theology remains “queen” and the Bible remains the gold standard. Indeed, the Bible warns us against “the opposing ideas of what is falsely called knowledge” (1 Tim. 6:20).

So let’s get “back to the Bible.” In the original languages if at all possible. Let all our research be “scientific” — orderly and disciplined. Today it’s no longer a question of faith versus reason. The choice is between a reasonable faith and a faithless reason.

Saturday, September 14

7:52 PM The first annual apologetics conference at Clearview is now in the books. What a great day of thinking about the Old and New Testaments. Both Peter and John absolutely shattered their topics. I was also very impressed with the audience. Many great questions were asked during the Q & A. Overall I’d say there were about 90 in attendance. Kazaam! A few pix:

1) Pastor Abidan Shah kicks off the conference.

2) So great to see John Meade again. Last year he spent a semester with us on campus as a visiting professor and we were in the same quad. Boy was that fun. John knocked it out of the ballpark with his lectures.

3) Peter Gurry is an amazing speaker. I love how he simplified his topics without becoming simplistic.

4) Books, books, and more books.

5) A big thanks to the marvelous staff at Clearview for making this happen.

On the docket for tomorrow: Panel discussion in both morning services. The hay is almost in the barn!

7:05 AM Here we go, heading out the door for the Text and Canon Conference at Clearview. Excited to see old friends and make new ones. What a big topic to dive into. I remember growing up in Hawaii and how we had conferences like these several times a year. Would not trade those times for anything. I think it was in those conferences that I fell in love with Bible study. The experts spoke, but they did so in such a way as to connect with ordinary Christians. The key question I have is: What will people do with all of this new information they get today? It’s so easy to acquire information without allowing truth to change our lives. For example, when running a marathon you have to carefully monitor your hydration. Too little water can cause huge problems. Too much water can cause huge problems. Hydration has to be exact and balanced. Likewise with Bible study. Only a mind schooled at the Master’s feet and illuminated by the Spirit can guide us aright. Sometimes, like Martha, we should be communing instead of working. We can be so busy doing that we have no time for being something. If we’re not careful, we can easily become “Marthafied.” The Bible does us no good unless it is mixed with faith (Heb. 4:2).

So let the conference begin! And let us receive the word for what it is, letting God be true and every man a liar. Hearing the word imposes a solemn responsibility of heeding it. Enjoy the privilege, accept the responsibility, and avoid the penalty of knowledge without obedience! 

6:04 AM Today’s key word is “Hamlet.” Yes, indeed, the 2020 Flying Pig Marathon in Cincy next May, that is the question. To run or not to run. I’m allowed one (or at the most two) marathons per year, and I always like to try out new races. But the Pig was my very first marathon 3 years ago and it has a special place in my heart. I need to decide soon.

Sometimes I’m a terrible decision-maker. (This includes restaurants.) Many of life’s decisions are simple yes-no questions. Should I major in Bible? Should I marry Becky? Should I apply to Basel? Should I leave Biola for Southeastern? Should I have dessert? Yes or no?

When faced with a “Hamlet” moment, you’ve got to decide which way to go. Stay or go? Yes or no? Right or left? Race or don’t race? God promises to help us make good decisions. But it’s conditional — if we love Him and are called according to His purpose. My friend, have you made the decision to love Him? Have you given your heart to Christ as your Lord and Savior? The decision is yours to make. And the consequences are yours alone to live with. But once you’ve made the decision to follow Him, He’ll be by your side every step of the way.

And so, what decisions are you facing these days? What great crossroad looms in your path? Whatever it is — and no matter what it is — your answer is but a prayer away. Of course, sometimes it feels like you’re playing verbal ping-pong with God. But eventually you settle on a simple yes or no. The main thing is that we listen to the Lord. His is the most important voice of all. Leon Morris once wrote, “God has no need of marionettes. He pays men the compliment of allowing them to live without him if they choose. But if they live without him in this life, they must also live without him in the next.”

Wise words indeed.

Friday, September 13

5:34 PM Today WAS a busy day! The weather couldn’t have been better for another cycling workout deposited into my account for the Chicago Marathon. One day closer, a little more sharpening. I worked mostly on flow and leg turnover, keeping my average heart rate at 114 BPM. The temp never got over 75 and there was a light rain falling during the entire ride. I managed to complete the mileage I set out to accomplish.

Somehow I even managed to knock two minutes off of my time since my last 26.2-mile bike.

Afterwards I treated my hard-working body to a delicious sandwich at Subway.

All in all, a solid week of preparation for Chicago. Right now I’ve got to put the finishing touches on my talks for tomorrow as well as finish cleaning the house.

September 13, a good day indeed. I’m in the mood to give away a book. Write me at dblack@sebts.edu for a free copy of New Testament Textual Criticism: A Concise Guide. I’ll draw straws if there’s more than one request.

Keep running, folks, just keep running your race, whatever that is! 

6:45 AM Today’s WOD is “correctness.” Am I honestly doing my training for the Chicago Marathon correctly? Making it to the starting line is, of course, extremely important, but perhaps even more important are the stepping stones along the way. Ya gotta be as wise about your training as you are committed to the race itself. Hope that makes sense.

That said, today I’m going through my training goals for the next 4 weeks, looking myself in the mirror and asking, “Are you making the correct decisions?” We can get so excited about the race that we forget how vital it is to set up our training schedule properly. I’ve made that mistake before and don’t want to repeat it now.

Signing off for now, and I will do my best to give you a report after I complete today’s training block and a long list of farm chores. Whew, gonna be a busy day!

Thursday, September 12

5:40 PM Yesterday I got a report from a ministry in northern India that Becky and I have been intimately involved with for many years. There is strong opposition to Christianity all over the nation, the report said. Yet “There are hundreds of villages and people groups which remain unreached.” This particular ministry is poised to reach some of the most needy of these people groups, situated as it is on the border of Nepal, Sikkim, and Bangladesh. Here’s a photo they sent me.

It shows the men and women who are studying at the North East Theological Seminary. The seminary building is called the Becky Black Building. It was largely through Becky’s vision (and hard work) that this building came into existence. Through all the joys and heartaches of cancer, Becky and I prayed that it would become a reality. I so wanted Becky to be the one to go and cut the ribbon when the building was dedicated. But it was not to be.

On this blog, I often talk about my life. My life? It’s not mine. Never has been. I don’t get to choose what it will look like. It’s not about what I want. It’s not even about what I need. As it turns out, the life I planned for myself is very different from the one God had in store. I’ve had to come to terms with the heart-rending fact that that incredible chapter of my life is over. Yet I take heart in the knowledge that Becky’s good works live on — in the lives of our children, in the lives of all who knew her, even in a faraway place like India. He is the God who knows the end and the beginning of everything, the one who works everything, even the hardest things, together for good. When God says He’ll make everything good, He means it. This picture is proof.

12:55 PM O boy, o boy, my lunch today was sooooo tasty.

In fact, let’s make that the second WOD — “tasty.” My fajita burrito sure hit the spot. And the nice thing about it is I was able to get two meals out of it, and all for the low price of $5.99. Not bad, folks, not bad.

So my lunch today was tasty, but that wasn’t the only thing that was tasty this morning. My run was absolutely fantastic. My goal was a short 5 miles at a very easy pace in order to try out my new hydration vest.

Let’s just say I much prefer having my hydration available throughout my runs/races and not just at the aid stations. Today I filled one 12-ounce bottle with a sports drink and the other with well water. I can safely say that I never got thirsty during my run today. I’m thrilled. With my new vest I’m also able to safely store my iPhone 7 in a pocket just over my left chest, which is a perfect place in terms of ease of availability. So all in all, a tasty morning. Of course, you never know who or what you’ll encounter out there on the trails. Meet Nala, who’s got to be the sweetest Pit Bull/Pointer mix I’ve ever met.

Her owner was kind enough to snap these pics.

He and I yakked about how much we love our dogs and find it regrettable but almost inevitable that we outlive them. I can’t tell you how many of my beloved pets I’ve had to bury through the years. Yet who could live without them? They bring the human heart so much joy.

So what other “tasty” things are in store for me today? Mowing. Writing. Napping. House cleaning. And prepping for tomorrow’s bike-a-thon in Richmond. That’s right, Lord willing I plan to do a “bike marathon” of 26.2 miles at the Virginia Capital Trail. I’ve had this on my calendar for weeks and it’s an important part of my training schedule for Chicago. The marathon is exactly one month away. Unbelievable. It will be here before you know it. Which means I have to stay on schedule as much as I can during the next 30 days. In 3 weeks I’ll start my taper for Chicago, but until then I’ve got to stay laser focused on my current training block. I’m trying to play it smart and stay healthy and uninjured. Time will tell.

Hope you have a tasty day!

8:48 AM The key word for today is “Beginning.” Every journey in life begins with that first step. This weekend I’ll be speaking at a conference on textual criticism. Me, a textual critic? That’s almost laughable. I am hardly an expert in the field. Neither am I a novice. I’m probably in about, say, the 12th grade, while others are in college or grad school. But — and this is a huge but — I wouldn’t be where I am today if hadn’t taken that first step.

Let’s see, where did it all begin ….” (flashback machine starts here).

My first exposure to textual criticism (TC) was under Dr. Harry Sturz at Biola. I found the subject fascinating, not least because Sturz held a position that seemed to fly in the face of both the Alexandrian Priority position and the Byzantine Priority position. Taking his class on TC allowed me to read those hieroglyphics at the bottom of my Greek New Testament and eventually led me to write an M.Div. thesis at Talbot on the question of whether the words “in Ephesus” in Eph. 1:1 were original. I argued that they were — and published my views in the Grace Theological Journal in 1981. This was a year after I had arrived in Basel to get my doctorate in New Testament. During this time I began publishing essays in journals likeNovum Testamentum and New Testament Studies on textual variants that I had become interested in. Finally, in 1994 I published a brief lay introduction to TC called New Testament Criticism: A Concise Guide. Recalling my own interests as a beginning student of TC, I was careful to keep the book on the bottom shelf. I later produced other writings on TC: Rethinking New Testament Textual Criticism,Perspectives on the Ending of Mark, and The Pericope of the Adulteress in Contemporary Research.

This brings me to today. You can probably guess that I love to make things accessible to the average Christian. That’s exactly what I’ll try to do at this Saturday’s conference. My goal, simply put, is to connect the scholarly guild with the church. Too often they are put into two different boxes. This impoverishes both, in my humble opinion. I’ll try to set the right balance between academics and church life. Scholarship is not healthy without application. I dare to hope that my books have been a help in both categories. By the way, here’s the schedule for Saturday’s conference:

8:00 am — Doors open

9:10 am — Old Testament Text, John Meade

10:15 am — New Testament Text, Peter Gurry

11:25 am — Application of Textual Criticism to the Christian Life, Dave Black

12:25 pm — Lunch

1:35 pm — The Canon of Scripture, John Meade

2:40 pm — Modern Translations, Peter Gurry

3:50 pm — Greek Preaching: Practical Applications, Dave Black

5:00 pm — Conference ends

Maybe this conference will help you make a new “beginning” in your study of the Bible!

P.S. This is what I read in my morning Bible reading on the front porch. It’s from 1 Timothy 6.

“Avoid the talk-show religion and the practiced confusion of the so-called experts. People caught up in a lot of talk can miss the whole point of faith.” A great motto for conferences like the one on Saturday for sure!

Wednesday, September 11

7:42 PM Here we go again, just back on the old farm after 3 days of teaching. The WOD is “mental toughness.” Ladies and gentlemen, I’m firmly in the camp that says if you don’t develop mental toughness, you’ll never succeed in the race of life. Ya gotta put in the work if you want to expect great results. We can aspire to learn Greek, for example, but the race is usually won or lost in the first 3 or 4 weeks of the semester. I want my students to arrive at week 5 tough and as confident as possible, which in turn will make them even tougher for the weeks ahead. How’s your mental confidence? Are you getting tougher as you get older? I’m truly excited for my students. They are off to a great start. But they (and I) never outgrow the need to stay mentally alert and tough.

Well, as you know, today is my 43rd anniversary. One of my kids sent along this picture.

Oh my, what a happy memory. This was taken exactly 6 years ago today. Less than 2 months later, Becky would be in heaven. No more pain, no more struggle. Because she was too weak for us to go out and celebrate, one of my daughters set up a “restaurant” in our formal living room. Party of two! She even prepared Swiss fondue for us as a reminder of our days in Basel, and then waited on us hand and foot. An unforgettable evening to be sure. Becky Lynn, you still mean the world to me today. You were a blessing to everyone who knew you. I’ll see you in glory one day, sweetheart. Love you big!

Okay, so what are my plans going into the weekend? This morning I had a great workout at the Y in Wake Forest. Worked them biceps and triceps. Worked, worked, worked. This means no lifting for 2 days. Tomorrow I hope to get in a long run, and then do another long bike ride on Friday. Not sure how long, but at least 10 miles. Then, Saturday is the BIG DAY. Hope you can join us in Henderson for our apologetics conference. There’ll be a book giveaway in case you need any further incentive to attend.

Finally, a quick shout out to Dr. Ant Greenham who gave a wonderful lecture today in our NT class. His topic was Muslim evangelism and the book of Acts.

It was a fascinating talk. I can’t tell you how much I love and cherish the academic community to which I belong. It’s got to be the greatest group of guys and gals in the world.

Well, time to wash the supper dishes. Stay tuned for how my training goes tomorrow!

Monday, September 9

6:15 AM Just a friendly reminder: The Clearview Apologetics Conference is this Saturday in Henderson, NC, from 9:00-4:00. To register, please gohere. Come and hear my good friends John Meade (OT) and Peter Gurry (NT) from Phoenix Seminary!

5:20 AM Good morning, one and all! The WOD is “comfort.” The human body was designed to move. To be tested. “Comfort” has largely replaced that. We go from our air-conditioned homes to our cars with heated seats. I remember attending the annual SNTS meeting in Montreal one August. To say it was hot would be a gross understatement. Becky and I got the surprise of our lives when the university put us up in housing without any air conditioning. We slept on the balcony at night to try and stay cool. I thought every developed nation had air conditioning. I was wrong.

How quickly we get used to the comforts of life. Yet none of these comforts really seem to make us happy. Maybe we were designed to find comfort through discomfort. When you lose the comforts of life, that’s when you find out what you’re truly made of. A year ago I did a 31-mile ultramarathon. It was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It nearly broke me. But I can’t describe to you the satisfaction I felt when I crossed the finish line. Why do runners punish themselves like that? Maybe because, like a pearl, God’s way of working in our lives is by turning our biggest irritations into priceless gems.

What comforts are you willing to forego in order to test your mettle? While we sleep the Enemy does his work. Even sound Christians can be sound asleep. This is no day for weaklings. The Christian has never had more to face from more directions than now. An old saying puts it like this:

The modern Christian needs the mind of a scholar, the heart of a child, and the hide of a rhinoceros.

I need more of all three!

Sunday, September 8

8:22 PM Enjoying some ice cream while watching the sun go down over Clarkesville, “my fair city.” Been a great day. Hope yours was too.

6:42 PM Just finished my delicious supper and am now rolling out my tired legs on my new foam roller.

Love it, love it, love it!  Also, these were my notes during today’s message from 2 Tim. 1:12 (sorry for the water stains).

Once again, ya gotta love the two perfect tense verbs. Badda Boom! Badda Bang! Again, though, it all comes down to how you would translate them. I’m not going to tell you how I did it!

Time now for a hot fudge sundae. “Sunday.” Get it? 🙂 

5:50 PM Today after church I hiked to MacAfee Knob.

It’s said to be the most photographed spot on the Appalachian Trail and I believe it! This is my fourth time standing on its (in)famous ledge.

My legs weren’t the freshest after 3 big weeks of training, but somehow I managed to pull it off.

This mountain hike is a thing of beauty from beginning to end. It was well worth the 3 hour drive to get there. What a journey hiking and mountaineering have been for me. Not easy, but very rewarding. I do hope to return to the Rockies and Alps some day, but in the meantime our local 3-4,000 footers will do just fine. Thank you, Lord, for giving all of us hikers such a beautiful day!

5:55 AM The WOD is “inspiration.” Where do you draw your inspiration from? Can a movie inspire you? Last night on YouTube I watched a movie about running called Leadman: The Dave Mackey Story. It was so good. Everyone who finishes a 100 mile foot race is courageous, but to me there’s something heroic about a man who does it on one leg. Even if you’ve never been a runner, this film will draw you in and inspire you. Oh my, the indomitable human spirit. Everyone has one, even non-believers. It’s a pure gift from God.

But those who trust in God have something more. In Jer. 32:27, God asks, “Is anything too hard for me?” Nothing is too difficult for God. Your impossibility might be the loss of a limb or the loss of a loved one or feelings of inferiority or your job or a marriage that is falling apart. For me it’s dealing with the memory of Becky. It’s that feeling of loss that will come flooding over me this Wednesday on what would have been our 43rd wedding anniversary. Grief takes you to the top of the wave and then it breaks, and you struggle in the froth of emotion until the wave runs out of energy, which it eventually does. To try and resist the wave is an exercise in futility. You have to let it do its work in your life and mourn.

Will you ever forget the emotional pain of your loss? No. There will always be a small kernel that emerges at certain times for years. Will you ever be able to move on with your life? Yes. Never forget Jer. 32:27: “Is anything too hard for me?” For the word “anything,” why not substitute the burden you are carrying at this moment? Go ahead and fill in the blank: “Is ___________ too hard for God?” Once it sinks in that God is at work in and through your “impossible” situation, everything will change. It may be as dramatic as watching new sprouts erupt from an old tree stump. I know, because I’ve been there. Friend, I can assure you, after the winter, comes the spring. Yes, you will continue to remember, but the pain will subside. The ache in your heart will go away. Hope will replace despair and a smile a frown.

Dave Mackey let his loss become a force for good in his life. What a wonderful story. I love these stories and appreciate the strength of these athletes. They are inspirational to us all. And as followers of Jesus, we have an even greater source of strength and inspiration. I don’t want to slog through life. Neither do I want to rush through it. We need to take it one day at a time. And when we do, we’ll be blown away by the goodness of our God.

Saturday, September 7

4:50 PM The Hopscotch 8K is now in the books and, phew!, what a wild race it was, one of the best of my life. I managed a very respectable pace without tiring during the race or collapsing afterwards. From the gun going off, we ran uphill and then downhill, and boy was it hilly.

I felt amazing the whole distance. I am beyond excited at how well my legs held up during the race. I never slowed down and I never once walked, not even through the aid stations. My race strategy today was a simple one. I would line up about two thirds of the way back and start out at a fairly easy pace and then ease up to an 11-minute mile pace. As you can see, not too many gray-haired folk out there today!

Per usual, at about mile one I fell in with a group of runners who were running at my pace and tried to keep up with them, letting them pace me through an unfamiliar course. My “pacers,” as you can see here, were a guy in I’d say his late 20s and three young ladies who looked like they were in high school.

They paced me through mile 4 and a half, where I turned on the afterburners and made my way toward the finish line.

Praise the Lord, I finished well under my goal of 1 hour.

Overall I am happy with my marathon training. And I’m super excited to have tried something new in 2019. What a gift running is!

I hope y’all are pursuing your dreams, whatever they may be. Don’t be afraid to try something new. You may learn something about yourself that you can apply to all areas of your life. Now I look forward to running the historic Virginia 10-Miler in Lynchburg on the 28th of this month.

Fellow runners, congratulations on your efforts out there today, and see you at our next race. Thanks especially to my unknown pacers. You pulled me toward the finish line. You inspired me to push through and finish. You all were winners today.

Time now to cook me some supper and chillax!

6:10 AM The WOD (word of the day) is “humility.” The men and women of the Bible struggled with pride. They were real people with real weaknesses. I feel a certain kinship with them. How easy it is for us to wield “power,” to take our “well-deserved” position at the top, to use our gifts to promote ourselves. Among Jesus’ disciples, I suppose Peter was the one who could have done this most easily. After all, he’s actually named “first” in the lists of the apostles. Yet as you read 1 Peter, you see how the Spirit of God had shaped in him a humility that lacked nothing in courage or imagination. Peter’s whole life is a compelling witness to what he himself describes as “lowliness of mind.” He writes, “God has had it with the proud. He takes delight in just plain people.”

Peter’s example is a breath of fresh air. He stayed out of the center. Jesus, our Chief Shepherd/Lead Pastor (1 Pet. 5:4), alone belongs there. Godly leaders are content to be foot washers.

Off to the city of Sir Walter Raleigh to do my first ever 8K. Onward and upward!

Friday, September 6

8:18 PM Up we go! Always climbing higher in our pursuit to summit those peaks God sets before us, be they athletic pursuits or intellectual ones. A big part of our “training,” of course, involves reading, and here are two good resources for you to consider. The first is a book I’m having my NT class read for Wednesday. Throughout my teaching ministry I’ve tried to give some priority to evangelism, and it’s worth remarking that some of the best books on the subject were written decades ago. This is one of them.

How shall we do missions? That’s the question all of us wrestle with. Well, Roland Allen charted the way forward by, in essence, calling us back to the methods of the apostle Paul. I love books like this, and I think you will too.

Secondly, this essay just appeared in the journal New Testament Studies.

In my experience, defenses of the Paulinity of Hebrews are rare. Why? For years we’ve been told that Origen confessed ignorance about the author — and so should we. Alas, this consensus is being challenged nowadays. Before I go and wash the dinner dishes, I’m a little embarrassed to do so, but I’d like to mention my book on the subject, which is available at Amazon.

Half of the book looks at the internal evidence in favor of Paul as the author of Hebrews, while the other half examines the external evidence. And what about Origen? I deal with that subject in my appendix, “Origen on the Authorship of Hebrews.” I am curious to see what you think about this whole matter, so if you post something on your website let me know so I can link to it.

Remember: Let’s welcome new approaches to old questions, and then hold our personal convictions in love!

6:20 PM Quote of the day (Conrad Grebel):

We were listeners to Zwingli’s sermons and readers of his writings, but one day we took the Bible itself in hand and were taught better.

This was Grebel’s response when he was asked where he found his new view of the Christian church. I love Zwingli and have studied his life. I have profited from his writings. But the Anabaptists were right: The clear teaching of the New Testament was more important than the teachings of their earthly teacher. Please, fellow students of the Word, let’s never put the writings of our favorite Bible scholars above the Bible itself! 

5:44 PM Today was a day for “active recovery,” meaning I went to the gym and focused on functional exercises (strength, core, etc.). Afterwards was Mexican food for lunch with a friend and then a nice long nap. Tonight I intend to go on a casual walk to get the old legs moving again, but nothing too far or too wild. I’m actually very good at doing nothing when I need to. The rest of the day I’ll spend rolling my muscles and eating some good food, drinking tons of water, and stretching out my legs. Just trying to walk that balance between staying off my feet and doing nothing.

By the way, today my WOD (word of the day) was “trust.” The Christian life is an act of trust maybe more than anything else. Trust removes all “no trespassing” signs from our relationship with the Lord. We surrender our worries and cares to Him and rest in an environment of trust, respect, and mutual love. We give God enough elbow room in our lives to do what He’s best at doing — turning our impossibilities into His possibilities. So, every chance I have today I’m going to go to the Lord and say like the man whose son had an evil spirit, “Lord, I do believe. Please, please help me overcome my unbelief.”

Are you trying to move a mountain today on your own, my friend? I can tell ya, it ain’t gonna budge an inch if you try and do the job alone. It just ain’t. But there’s every chance in the world if you entrust the task to God.

7:40 AM Time for a great debate … not really … unless you want to! Middle versus deponent — a fairly contested and hot topic within the scholarly community. There are 16 verbals in 3 John (the letter we’re studying this semester in Advanced Grammar) that are non-active or that come from non-active verbs. Cab you pick out some of them here?

You’ll find many opinions on this topic. Are so-called deponent verbs true middles? And if so, how should we translate them?

Stay tuned!

6:10 AM Good morning, internets, on a very gusty day here in southern Virginia. The storm has now moved off the coast of the Old Dominion State. Virginia Beach, which last week was all bright and sunshiny, is now experiencing the brunt of the rain and wind. Prayers going up for sure. This morning I was up early getting caught up on family finances and then it’s off to the Y and lunch with a buddy. If the weather forecasters are correct, Sunday should be nice and sunny in Roanoke, and if it is, I plan to hike MacAfee Knob, which means I’ll go to tomorrow night’s service. But first, I’m rereading chapters 3-4 in Robertson’s Big Grammar. I’ve already found several quotable quotes. Whatcha think of these?

“It was really an epoch in the world’s history when the babel of tongues was hushed in the wonderful language of Greece” (p. 55).

“Judea was not an oasis in the desert, but was merged into the Graeco-Roman world” (p. 77).

“There is no distinct biblical Greek, and the N.T. is not a variety of the LXX Greek” (p. 77).

“A single hour lovingly devoted to the text of the Septuagint will further our exegetical knowledge of the Pauline Epistles more than a whole day spent over a commentary” (p. 93).

“The only Bible known to most of the Jews in the world in the first century was the LXX” (p. 101).

“One cannot protest too strongly against the leveling process of an unsympathetic and unimaginative linguistic method that puts all the books of the N.T. through the same exegetical mill and tags this sense as ‘regular’ and that one as ‘irregular'” (p. 117).

“Es überrascht uns nicht mehr, dass jeder paulinische Brief eine Reihe von Wörten enthält, die den übrigen unbekannt sind” (p. 130).

As you can see, there’s tons of interesting stuff for us cover in class on Monday night. As well, two students will be making Power Point presentations over two chapters from my forthcoming book Linguistics and New Testament Greek: Thomas Hudgin’s chapter on “Electronic Tools,” and Rob Plummer’s chapter on “The Ideal Beginning Grammar.”

So, here I am, just a guy trying to stay abreast of everything that’s going on in New Testament Greek studies and feeling like I’m wading on the shore of a limitless ocean. Ever feel that way? I just wonder when I’ll ever feel caught up. Probably never. But it’s the journey, folks, it’s the journey that’s counts.

Onward and upwards!

Thursday, September 5

5:52 PM Man, o man, o man, fall is almost here, ladies and gentlemen. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready.

I don’t think the temp got much over 75 today, and right now a light sprinkle is falling on the fields of rural Mecklenburg County, Virginia. O boy o boy. I’ve always loved the fall. Where I live, the summers can be hot, almost too hot I would say. The fall weather, however, is magnificent. Some days you walk outside and say to yourself, “Lord, the weather could not possibly be more perfect. Thank You.” Can’t wait to snuggle in front on my fireplace again with a good book. The best part about fall, however, is that everything around you is changing. You’re about to experience yet another new normal, which I guess is another way of saying that fall is a good time for new beginnings, new plans, new goals.

Today I decided I would get in a run but only after I had gone over my calendar for the fall, winter, and spring 2019-20. The local Amish bakery was the perfect place to sip some coffee and do this.

Right now I’m praying over my international travels, including a big trip to Asia planned for next March or April. As for this fall/winter, I’m considering two invitations, one to Nepal and another to Guyana. Then it was off to the Tobacco Heritage Trail, where I did a 5K run in order to put some miles on my brand new New Balance 880 running shoes.

They performed splendidly.

When I got home I saw that FedEx had delivered my new running vest and a new foam roller.

We all want to stay healthy and uninjured, right? It’s a process, it’s a process. For one thing, ya gotta stay hydrated on your runs, which is why I purchased my running vest. I can’t wait to try it out during Saturday’s 8K in Raleigh. For another thing, ya gotta roll out all those stiff muscles. I think we runners sometimes underestimate the importance of stretching and rolling, but you want to arrive at the starting line of your next race as fresh as possible and as fit as possible. My foam roller knows all the intricate parts of my body and does its best to take care of them. I’m not kidding you when I say that it feels like you’re getting a massage but for only a fraction of the cost. You can get a roller for about $15 through Amazon. Here I am instructing Sheba on the correct use of the foam roller. I’m thinking it might help her with her stiff limbs.

Folks, I think my body is finally adjusting to marathon training. After long workouts I’ve started drinking chocolate milk. What a heaven-sent beverage. That, plus taking long hot showers. Right now it’s time to have supper and then I think I’ll spend time praying for those in the Bahamas who were hit so hard by Dorian. Hope you have a splendid weekend. Keep reminding yourself that fall is a good time to make those much-needed changes in our lives. We must know and remind ourselves that we all fail because we are all human. Yet with Christ’s help, we can embrace the failures and in fact begin to carve out our true character.

Onward and upward!

8:48 AM It looks like rain might be on its way today, so I think I’ll wait until later to climb MacAfee. So, what shall I do today? Today I’m thinking small. My body is a little tired (I had a really heavy workout at the Y in Wake Forest yesterday), so I’ll probably do either a short bike, a short swim, or a short run. The key word for me today is “goal.” If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. I think the key is to choose a manageable goal. We often pick off more than we can chew. I know someone who buys every gimmick out there to learn Greek. He’s got all the books and CDs and has enrolled in all the latest online courses. Folks, I’m a huge believer in using the tools that are available to us, but when you’re trying to learn Greek it’s best to start off small. To use an analogy, a Greek student can’t go from running (as it were) a 5K to running a marathon. I think I ran 8 half marathons before I attempted my first full. Especially if you’re new to something, it’s important that you don’t sabotage your efforts by trying to do everything at once. Taking baby steps is vital in order to make progress. My greatest piece of advice for you — I know you will be shocked to hear it — is to purchase one good beginning (or intermediate) grammar and stick with it. Not to be shallow, but sometimes you’ve got to resist the urge to buy into the latest fad. I’ve said this 5 million times on this blog: the key to progress is persistence. You take one step at a time, one chapter in your textbook at a time, one goal at a time. The trick to motivation is not to overdo it. Let’s face it, we’ve all started out to do something and then a few months or weeks or days later we’ve gone on to other pursuits. But if you’re really committed to learning Greek (or learning how to run a marathon or whatever) you have to make a decision to follow through. Keep at it, because you never know what can happen. When I dropped Greek after 3 weeks, I thought the party was over. But God had other plans. The bottom line is, what matters to you is what is important. And remember: We’re not alone and can learn from each other.

Putting in hours of training.

The result: A new PR at the St. George (Utah) Marathon!

6:45 AM Oh my, another rich time in the word this morning.

I’ve been reading Acts 13 in the NEB and The Message. In both, the word ekklēsia in verse 1 is rendered “congregation.” I like that.

There were at Antioch, in the congregation there, certain prophets and teachers ….”

The congregation in Antioch was blessed with a number of prophet-preachers and teachers ….”

The noun ekklēsia means something like “a group of people that have come together and have something in common.” (This is opposed to an ochlos, which is a group of people that have come together and don’t seem to have anything in common with each other except for the fact that they are, for example, shopping at Target.) Of course, ekklēsia can be glossed in several different ways. (A gloss is a summary of the meaning of the word that’s suitable, say, for an interlinear.) Other English glosses for ekklēsia include “assembly,” “meeting,” and “church.” We could also use “gathering” or “community.” Here in Acts 13:1, I think the rendering “congregation” works, and works well. The New Testament understands the ekklēsia to be a community of people, living and meeting together in such a way that love, the supreme gift (1 Cor. 13:13), can be realized, as well as the other gifts of the Spirit. The church is a community loved and chosen by God, drawing its life from Him and manifesting this divine life in the basic Christian graces of faith, hope, and love. It is a community bought into being by the Gospel and one that is continuously shaped by the Gospel. Hence it can be justly called a “Gospel church.”

Every now and then it’s good to press the pause button and rethink how we translate certain Greek words into English. I’m excited to hear your thoughts about what a New Testament congregation looks like. If you publish your ideas on your blog, send me the post so I can link to it here. 

This morning I was thinking a lot about the churches where I live. Truth be told, cultural Christianity is alive and well in some parts of the good ol’ U.S. of A. This is well documented in a book I just finished by Dean Inserra. It’s called The Unsaved Christian. A recurrent theme in this book is how easy it is to let our local churches become incubators for cultural Christianity. The “remedy,” according to the author, is “a gospel centrality that confronts Cultural Christians with the truth about Christ and themselves.” Here are a few more quotes from this excellent book:

  • Thinking that I deserve heaven is a sure sign I have no understanding of the gospel.

  • … the Bible Belt is the most difficult place in America to pastor a local church.

  • Not all “unsaved Christians” are Cultural Christians.

  • Being a self-identified Christian for cultural reasons, rather than the good news of the gospel, is commonplace in America.

  • … Cultural Christianity isn’t just an epidemic of the American South.

  • The hallmark of Cultural Christianity is typically familiarity (or even comfort) with biblical principles without a sense of personal need for salvation.

  • Cultural Christians are usually only a generation or two removed from gospel-believing Christians.

  • The cure for a country club church is not to care for members less but to care for them more.

  • For most churches, Easter and Christmas Eve are the local church versions of the Super Bowl.

  • Why raised hands and sinner’s prayers don’t necessarily indicate salvation.

  • In some Christian circles, God and country are entangled together into a Cultural Christianity not founded on the bloody cross and empty tomb of the Savior but rather the policies debated on talk radio and cable news.

  • The most common way to reject King Jesus is not with a defiant curse, but a disinterested shrug.

  • In the Bible Belt, identifying as a Christian is a way of life, but sadly, believing the gospel and following Jesus are often not.

  • Aside from human sin, if we could label one primary cause of Cultural Christianity, I’d say it’s confusion over what the gospel is and what the gospel is not.

The result: Churchianity and religiosity have turned people away from the Lord. “The Gentiles blaspheme the name of God because of you,” wrote Paul (Rom. 2:24). The fact is, God has established his ekklēsia to be His representative in this world. And if our Christianity isn’t contagious, it’s very likely contaminated.

By the way, don’t you enjoy reading books that are really well written? I find them inspiring and humbling. Margaret Mitchell, who wrote Gone with the Wind, once reported that her writing was going splendidly until she read the manuscript of John Brown’s Body, another book from the Civil War era. “John Brown’s Body gave me such a terrible case of the humbles that it was months before I could find the necessary faith in myself.” Yep. Good authors can be intimidating. Funny thing is, we remember Gone with the Wind and nobody’s ever heard of John Brown’s Body!

A final word to my Greek students. I know that class this week was like drinking from a fire hydrant. But that’s the nature of the Greek verb system. Don’t give up hope. Read the chapter over and over again until things click. Don’t try and take the easy way out. If you find yourself Googling “How to learn Greek without studying,” you just might be in trouble. Seek out help. We are here to tutor you over this first speed bump!

Wednesday, September 4

7:12 PM Well, well, the hay is almost in the barn, both literally and figuratively.

Nate’s taking care of the latter.

Meanwhile, all I have to do is grade the papers from today’s NT 2 class and then record the quiz scores from yesterday’s Greek 1 class and I can officially say, “The hay IS in the barn for this week of school.” So far my great students are smashing it, including this group of 37 stalwart pupils taking their first quiz in beginning Greek yesterday.

Tomorrow my goal will turn from teaching to preparing for the Chicago Marathon in October. It’s only 39 days away.

For the next 5 weeks my aim will be to build the aerobic engine and arrive at the starting line both fit and fresh. I want to feel rested when I get to Chicago, and I want to feel prepared. So as part of my current training block, I’ve scheduled an 8K race this Saturday in Raleigh.

I’ve actually never done an 8K before, so I’m not too sure what to expect. Goodness, I don’t even know how far 8 kilometers is. Hold on a minute. Okay. Dr. Google tells me that 8 kilometers equals 5 miles. I think that may be just the perfect distance when you’re coming off of back-to-back half marathon weekends. Tomorrow it’s back to cross training — either a long bike or a climb in the mountains. If the latter, I’m thinking of getting back to what is perhaps my favorite spot on the Appalachian Trail — MacAfee Knob. In the meantime, I’m keeping a close eye on my diet. This week I tried to cook all of my own meals, though for lunch today I couldn’t resist a piping hot plate of Korean Teriyaki Chicken at the Seoul Garden in Raleigh.

I topped that off this evening with a huge serving of Chicken Tikka Masala which I prepared as soon as I arrived back on the farm.

While I was down in Raleigh I stopped by Fleet Feet to buy a new pair of running shoes (New Balance, of course) as well as a pair of lightweight running shorts.

Unbelievably, with all the running I’ve done over the past four and a half years, I’ve never owned a pair of running shorts. My swimming shorts have worked just fine. But now that I’ve tried on a pair of these running shorts (again, New Balance), I’ll never go back to swim trunks. Patience and fortitude are frankly the most important attributes you can bring to the sport of running, but having the right gear (including proper clothing and shoes) is also essential. As I continue to dabble in this sport, I’m eager to test my limits, within reasonable boundaries of course. I promised my doctors as much and I will keep my word. Saturday’s 8K will be just another little step toward the level of fitness I’d like to achieve some day. I fight on toward that end.

I’m sorry if you get tired of all my musings about life, teaching, and racing. I have to say, all three are consuming and monopolizing my brain nowadays, so that’s normally what you get to read about on the blog. It isn’t the shoes or new socks or comfy pants that make me a runner. It’s running. I realize that, every time I pin on a race bib, I’m a runner. A real runner, not just someone who runs. It’s through running (duh) that we become runners. It’s through studying Greek — and never giving up, even when we have setbacks — that makes us Greek students. That most of us will never experience the thrill of coming in first place in either a foot race or a classroom competition is never any excuse to abandon the search for our personal victories. It’s a game you don’t have to play to win. But you do have to give it your best.

Okay, onward to the rest of the week. Ciao!

Tuesday, September 3

6:45 AM If you’re a newbie to the Greek verb, my advice to you would be to learn how to divide a word into its morphemes — or minimal units of meaning. For example, in English:

  • Friend has one morpheme.

  • Friendly has two.

  • Friendliness has three.

  • Unfriendliness has four.

  • Superunfriendliness has five.

  • Ubersuperunfriendliness has six.

You get the idea. So when you learn the present tense of the verb luō (“I loose”), you will always try and pick out the word’s morphemes. For example:

  • luō has two morphemes (lu + ō). Here lu means “loose” and ō means “I” — hence the translation “I loose.”

  • luomen has three morphemes (lu + o + men). Here lu means “loose,” o means nothing (it functions as a cushion between stem and ending), and the men running around at the end of the word means “we” — hence the translation “we loose.”

Got it?

As you start (or continue) Greek class this week, do not think about how you paid good money to engage in this kind of suffering. In other words, keep your head up and your mind positive. It takes guts and persistence to learn Greek, and I am 67 years old and still chugging along, learning new things every day. After all is said and done, it will have been worth your effort. Working hard is a big part of the Greek learning game. Luck? Nope, not in this field. It really comes down to language aptitude, sound training, and, most of all, an off-the-charts work ethic. I’m a big fan of putting your head down when it comes to chasing down your dreams, whether that’s to learn Greek or to run a marathon. It’s always “Onwards and upwards.”

Now go get to work.

Monday, September 2

5:08 PM So here goes. How did you translate:

Chairete. Nenikēkamen.

Hmm. Did you try:

“Rejoice! We have overcome!”

That’s good. Real good! But that’s not how I did it. Et voila!

“Be joyful! We are victorious!”

Yep. I bet that’s what good old Pheidippedes told the Athenian council. Do you see now why I think those 2 Greek words are so useful in helping us to think through our view of Greek verbal aspect — and how to translate those nuances into English? “Be joyful” is imperfective aspect. “We are victorious” is perfective aspect. See?

Okay. Duh. Pretty obvious, I know. But hey, I’ll grab any excuse to talk about marathoning!

4:10 PM We all have our post-running rituals — things we do after a long training block or a major racing event. For me, recovery usually invokes 3 things: a short workout of some kind, a time to indulge my food cravings, and either a massage or an easy swim in a nice cold pool. Today my lifting at the Y consisted of a very basic upper body workout using dumbbells weighing no more than 15 pounds.

Then it was off to Mi Careta for a scrumptious helping of arros con pollo.

Finally, it was time for one last swim at the county pool, which closes this evening and will stay closed until next Memorial Day.

After I let my lunch digest, I got in a few wonderful laps in some very refreshing cold water, then I did what all self-respecting Greek profs do when they’re lazing by the pool. I read a book. Not just any book, mind you, but this one.

I haven’t done so much underlining and circling in a long time. This is one good read!

You’ve heard people say it a million times. Stress takes its toll on a body. That’s why it’s important to schedule recovery days into your training and not feel guilty for taking time off from running to let your muscles recover. Tonight my legs are feeling good and they’ll feel even better after I roll them. It’s hard perhaps to believe that inactivity is just as important to a runner as being active, but an active lifestyle requires periods of rest and relaxation. Some call this “strategic inactivity,” and it’s something we all do from time to time (or ought to do). I often quip with my Greek students when we’re saying goodbye after class, “Study hard, but not too hard!” Not too long ago, during a moment of questionable sanity, I made the decision to run two marathons back to back (they were only 2 weeks apart). But let me tell you, life in the fast lane eventually catches up with you. Oh, does it ever. The early warning system of over-training is always there, but it can be very subtle. The vast majority of injuries are caused by over-training. We run when we know we should be resting. We run too many miles. We run too hard on easy days. Of course, resting doesn’t necessarily mean inactivity. Today I was active. I just wasn’t running or doing anything too stressful for my old bod — except chowing down a huge plate of food. That kind of over-indulging, however, is A-OK on the day after a big race, in my humble opinion.

Yesterday I had one of the most successful runs I’ve ever had. The race yesterday was all about the simple joy of getting out there and running. What matters is that we enjoy the process, folks!

7:34 AM Today it’s time to put the finishing touches on my lectures for the week, including Greek 1. Please, please, please, if you’re going to learn the Greek present tense, learn the future tense at the same time.

Only makes sense. The only difference is one Greek letter. Imagine that! As you will often hear me say: Greek has mathematical precision. It just does. Especially when you take a few basic, basic concepts of linguistics (like morphology) and apply them on a level that even a language dummy like me can understand.

This year marks my 43rd of teaching. I don’t say that to brag. I say that so that you know I love teaching people like you Greek. Yes, folks, I’m in it for long haul. What a journey it’s been, sharing my love for Greek with all of you. I wish I had more time to type out all of my thoughts and feelings and share them with you. The journey has been exciting, joyful, and at times tiring, but my students have given me so much in return. So thank you for your interest in Greek and in this blog. Thank you for caring about what counts for eternity. Greek class this week is going to be amazing. I think you’ll love our approach to the Greek verb. Just sayin’.

5:45 AM It’s kinda strange. I remember the days when I couldn’t wait to read the New Testament in its original Greek. Nowadays I often prefer reading multiple versions of the New Testament to see how they render the Greek. This morning I was in 2 Corinthians 12, Paul’s “Fool’s Speech.” I had The Message and the NEB in front of me.

I love the NEB’s rendering of these verses:

It’s odd: I wrote a doctoral dissertation on Paul’s concept of weakness, yet I still have to learn and relearn it over and over again. When we get something other than what we want, we tend to become moody and whinny. “Please take this away from me, Dad!” Sometimes we cry and stay down. At other times we cry and then move on, realizing that (as I said on Saturday) God’s “No” is a sign that He has something far better in mind for us than we could ever have possibly imagined from our limited perspective. Paul’s “thorn in the flesh” (perhaps — runners take note! — some kind of a sharp physical pain) could have gotten him down. But the Bible is full of stories of people who found God’s-strength-in-weakness to be absolutely true. It helps to know that God doesn’t write us off as failures whenever we fall into the slough of despair. He draws us back with His love when we feel like running away and fleeing.

Okay, enough about my morning devotions. Here’s a question for ya: What two Greek words do all marathoners know? I mean,every marathoner knows these two words! The reason I ask this is because this week we begin our discussion of the verb system in beginning Greek, and we’ll talk not only about tense but also about aspect — in other words, not only when something happens but how that action is portrayed by the author. So here are the two Greek words:

Chairete.

Nenikēkamen.

Got it? How would you translate them? Notice that the first verb is an imperative in the present tense, whereas the second verb is an indicative in the perfect tense. In other words, the first verb indicates imperfective aspect, while the second verb indicates perfective aspect. (For pedagogical reasons I still use the term “aoristic” aspect for the aorist tense and “perfective” aspect for the perfect tense. But you can call them whatever you like.)

By the way, in case you don’t know what I’m talking about, the first marathon was run in approximately 490 B.C. The story goes that a messenger named Pheidippedes (or was it Philippedes — no one knows for sure) ran from the coastal city of Marathon to Athens and excitedly announced to the council a great victory over the Persians: Chairete! Nenikēkamen! Then he collapsed and died. (That story has one bummer of an ending.) The first modern “marathon” was held in Athens in 1896. Nowadays marathons are run everywhere. But it all began with those two words.

Now, those two little Greek words are a good test to see what you believe about Greek verbal aspect. So here’s your assignment for today. (I know it’s a holiday today, but surely I can ask you to do a little work seeing that it’s Labor Day.) How would you translate those two Greek words? Write down your answer on a 100 dollar bill and send it to me by snail mail. (Sorry, Car Talk.) I’ll give you my answer to that question later today (if I remember).

Speaking of running, I was disappointed to finish 2,979th out of 5,299 runners in yesterday’s half marathon.

But I was even more heartbroken to miss coming in first place by 1 hour and 39 seconds. The blink of an eye, really. I lost to some guy named Harrison Toney. All right, Harrison. I’ll be coming for you next year. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Sunday, September 1

5:26 PM Oh me, oh my oh! What a crazy, crazy, CRAZY weekend it’s been! I mean, CRAAAAZY! You know, don’t you, that runners are a bunch of over-achievers. We sometimes push our bodies more than they are ready for. What happens when you succumb to this temptation? Injury. Today, I almost succumbed. The key word is “almost.” Spurgeon once said, “The worst thing that can happen to a man who gambles is to win.” Well, folks, I almost “won” today, but the key word, again, is almost.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Yesterday I drove to Virginia Beach and arrived at the expo at around noon. Since I had procrastinated, I had to register there instead of online, but the process went smoothly and I got my race bib. I grabbed my t-shirt and then skedaddled because I wanted to get to the beach. Folks, I’m telling you, the best time to visit Virginia Beach is definitely not on Labor Day weekend. The crowds smothered the strand. I was thinking that the north end of the beach would be less crowded, but the crowds there were just as bad. I miraculously found a parking spot at 31st street and unloaded my board. Obviously I couldn’t take my camera with me in the water, but you can see from this photo that the surf conditions were definitely not flat.

There was hardly anybody in the water, whether surfers or swimmers. I heard that the undertow was pretty bad and the lifeguards were discouraging people from venturing too far out. I counted one other surfer during the hour or so that I was frolicking in the surf. Needless to say, I had a blast. Afterwards, I checked into my Airbnb. It was a condo located in one of the nicer parts of V Beach and had a large bed and a gigantic private bath. I rested and then carb loaded at the local Olive Garden. I guess I must have turned in at around 9:00 and was wide awake at exactly 4:15 as planned. I got dressed and drove to Dennys for my traditional pre-race breakfast consisting of two pancakes and two strong cups of coffee. Mmm mmm good! Then it was time to find my corral and my 2:45 pace group. Oh, I forgot to say that as soon as I walked outdoors this morning it felt unseemingly warm. Even worse was the humidity. Not exactly a runner’s favorite race conditions for sure. Here’s my corral at the start at 6:30.

Six corrals had already started running. The air horn goes off and, man, the humidity is already killing us. My goal today was to hang with the 2:45 pace group until mile 9 or 10 and then, if I had anything left in my legs, begin to push ahead and try and break last week’s time of 2:38. Sure enough, something happened at mile 10, but it wasn’t me sprinting off toward the finish line. Folks, it isn’t always easy being a runner. One of the canons of running is to always be true to yourself. At mile 10, my goal went out the window.

In one sputtering moment, my dream was shattered. My legs, my lungs, my body gave out. I had to concede defeat. I wasn’t going to break 2:38, not today. I probably wasn’t even going to come in under 3 hours, which itself would be a great achievement in a race that has a time limit of 4 hours. I slowed down, and as I munched on popsicles and placed cold towels on my neck and walked through sprayers and sprinklers, I knew in my heart of hearts that I had done the right thing. I had acted like a true athlete. I had respected my body. Here you can see how my pace began to go belly up at around mile 10.

But I’ve always said that it’s the process that matters most, not the end results. Sure, you feel disappointed when you don’t achieve a race goal. Yet I knew how much I could push my body, and my body was just saying “No.” When I first started running, the joy for me was running to the edge in every race. These days I run because I love the sport. The simple act of putting one foot in front of the other never ceases to amaze me and make me grateful to the One who gave me legs to run on. I’m overjoyed that I can run even when my run isn’t perfect. I finished the race and the course photographer snapped this picture.

If you say that I resemble something between a wet dishrag and a bedraggled poodle, I won’t disagree in the least. Today’s race challenged me both mentally and physically in ways I’ve scarcely been challenged before. The mental challenge was by far the harder one. All this to say: Racing proves to me again just how running can make you stronger and wiser.

Thanks for joining me on my journey, guys. 

P.S. I somehow came in under 3 hours. 2:48 to be exact. God’s grace!

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Saturday, August 31

7:56 AM Why does this song keep goin’ through my head?

Well, the surfboard IS waxed down and I’m READY. I’m taking these books with me to the beach:

I am always in the middle of a few books at once. Usually at least one about running and one about spiritual growth. The temps for tomorrow’s race will be in the mid-70s and sunny. So it should be a great weekend.

Here’s a few miscellaneous things I’ve been thinking about:

1. The last 3 miles of a half suck.

2. Relationships can have an expiration date.

3. If you want to know more about God, open your Bible (in whatever language).

4. When you can’t, God can.

5. Fireworks have nothing on the sparks of Christ’s grandeur.

6. I am never content. Deep within is the God-given urge to know God better and to worship Him face to face.

7. If you take God seriously, you ought to take Satan seriously.

8. Loving actions do speak louder than words. 

9. Always try to see the best in other people.

10. Age does not define me.

11. No matter what happens to me, God is always there.

12. Good art isn’t confined to a gallery any more than good drama is confined to a stage.

13. Friendships are serious business.

14. “No” is a sign God has something better for me.

15. Pursuing goals and ambitions that aren’t eternal is a game nobody ever wins.

16. Get comfortable with you own very special, unique looks.

17. Avoid bad advice from well-meaning people.

18. Serve God with all your heart and mind.

19. God won’t make your decisions for you.

20. Thankfully, wrong choices are forgivable.

21. “Come soon, Lord Jesus.”

22. Get along, except when you can’t.

23. If it’s mediocrity you want, it can be easily had.

24. The cross. The closer we live to it, the more truly we are alive.

25. Stay curious.

Well, bored stiff yet? Sorry, but the nice thing about a blog is you get to say whatever you want.

Y’all have a great holiday weekend, and stay awesome !
 

Friday, August 30

8:08 PM Are you done improving?

That’s a question I ask myself every day.

Are you done getting better?

I’m still getting better aged 67. Despite various setbacks, I refuse to stop moving. I’m planning on getting much better. As a man. As a Christian. As a dad and granddad. As a teacher. As an athlete. At 67 my window is closing. But it’s still open. The older I get the more I realize how much better I want to be. I have learned so much about life just in the past year. I have so many goals. I want to keep pushing to see what I can achieve. Good days, bad days, and everything in between keep me moving forward. I’ve got a lot of room for small growth.

We can never be done getting better.

Thank you, Lord! 

4:44 PM My buddy and I got in a nice 15-mile bike today in South Hill.

Our pace was kinda slow but neither of us felt like pushing it today.

The scenery was inspiring and we both enjoyed a pleasant ride. He’s off to the mountains tomorrow with his family, while I’m heading to the beach. On tap for tonight: Hosting my farm guests for dinner. Life is good.

8:24 AM The neat thing about the Virginia Beach Half is that it starts and ends on the boardwalk. Also, you get to run right through the middle of Camp Pendleton.

The problem there is that the Camp has absolutely zero shade. Thankfully, the course is flat, except for a bridge you have to run over twice.

The weather promises to be on the warm and sunny side, but with a race start of 6:30 am that shouldn’t be too bad. Thankfully there are tons of water stops along the way. This will be my third VB Half. I love the course and all the free stuff afterwards. At each mile you’re joined by a rock band. No shortage of bathrooms along the course either.

If you’re looking for a fun end-of-the-summer run, this is the one!

7:50 AM Today I got out the old surfboard and need to scrape off the old wax before I take it to the beach.

The Virginia Beach Half Marathon is on Sunday so I thought I’d hit the waves there tomorrow before I check in at my Airbnb. Sure, the latest reports say the waves are tiny, but we surfers are the ultimate optimists — “I just know there’s a huge swell coming!”

Surf legend Phil Edwards once famously said, “The best surfer out there is the one having the most fun.” I strongly agree. Like running, surfing is so much more than a sport. It’s a lifestyle. Surfing depends mostly on your location. When you live on a beach in Hawai’i it’s easy to surf daily. When you live 3 hours from the beach as I do now, it’s something you rarely do. But hopefully this weekend I’ve got time for a splash and dash.

Cowabunga, dude!  

6:10 AM I dropped out of Greek after only 3 weeks. That’s right. I thought to myself: What’s wrong with me? I should be able to get this. It’s not all that hard. I’m such a loser!

My second story: I took Greek from Moody Bible Institute by correspondence, passed it, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Here’s the deal. In both cases I did my best. I gave it my all. I studied my heart out. Eventually I made it and lesson learned:

Holy Shoddy Is Still Shoddy.

Just because it’s hard doesn’t give me the right to give it anything less than my best. The richness of life is found in moving out of your comfort zone. While sipping my coffee this morning, I read these words from Paul to the Colossians in The Message:

The sullen servant who does shoddy work will be held responsible. Being Christian doesn’t cover up bad work.

And this:

And, oh yes, tell Archippus, “Do your best in the job you received from the Master. Do your very best.”

If you’re in my beginning Greek class this semester and end up getting a C for the course, you can hold your head up high — if you have done your very best and tried your very hardest. Sure, there are risks. But faith takes the risks, without knowing where it is being led. Think of it as taking a trip without Google Maps. Or as a tried and true adventure. You have to go full bore. You have to quit holding out.

Become a risk-taker for God today, my friend.

Thursday, August 29

6:10 PM There’s a philosophy out there that says you need to run 26 miles in training before you run a marathon. For me, that’s way too much distance. So here’s what I’ve decided to do. I will run and cross train for the next 7 weeks but nothing as far as 26 miles. Tomorrow I plan a 10-mile bike. Then I’ll swim on Monday (Labor Day). Then I’ll run on Tuesday. As you can see, I like to trade off sports (cycling, swimming, running) to keep my interest up and my injuries down. I have the whole thing planned out, and this includes two more foot races before the big event in Chicago:

The Virginia Beach Half Marathon (this Sunday).

The Virginia 10-Miler (Sept. 28). 

I am going to try and resist the temptation to get bent out of shape if I miss a training day or two because of soreness or illness. That’s all in God’s hands anyway. No sense in becoming a slave to your training. Besides, it’s not about the mileage. It’s about the quality of your runs. Right now I feel pretty strong. I’m also watching my diet and my attitude. To be honest, we runners can become very competitive. We need to learn to cut ourselves some slack even as we push hard to accomplish our audacious goals. The main thing is to go into Chicago as prepared as I can be (that is, as prepared as “life” will allow me to be, and you never know what the future holds). If you have healthy eating habits, then you don’t need to worry too much about your weight. Just exercise consistently. My most glaring weaknesses (and I have many) are: (1) running while fatigued, and (2) running paces that are too fast. No doubt that’s a recipe for disaster. You can’t get there if you’re beating your body into submission. Bill Rodgers, who won Boston 4 times, now runs much slower and shorter distances. He’s happy just to compete for age group awards. Impatience and unrealistic expectations are the twin curses of the runner. Your running shouldn’t conform to anyone’s expectations but your own. I’m on a journey to a fitter and more active lifestyle. No need to push myself too hard.

For me, the half marathon is the perfect distance. Don’t get me wrong. A half is never easy. But they don’t leave you wiped out for the rest of the day like marathons do. As for the 10-mile distance, I really love this race too. The best thing about the Virginia 10-Miler is that it feels more like a social gathering than a race. Sure, you have the elites. But you might also see your dentist or your grocer. Both the half and the 10-miler are more about consistency than about a sprint to the finish.

As I said, I truly do love the half marathon distance. The mileage is doable yet I still feel challenged. The half is definitely my “comfort” distance!

1:02 PM Today’s training for Chicago involved a 45-minute workout at the Y.

My goal for Chicago, as I think I’ve mentioned here before, is just finishing the course. But I have the additional goal of running the distance in a specific amount of time. That is, if it’s a good day and the weather is just right. Maybe even a PR-kind of day. But you have to anticipate that things aren’t necessarily going to go your way. At some point in the race my goal might change to run only the miles that are left or even run to the next mile marker. You never know what your body will do at mile 20. What started out as a goal of, say, 5:00 becomes the goal of taking a single step. In the end, this uncertainty is what makes the sport such an adventure for me. That’s why I think the marathon is the perfect metaphor for life. No other distance so closely parallels the ups and downs of life. Learning to set reasonable goals is one of the most difficult things I’ve had to learn how to do. I’m still not very good at it. But, interestingly enough, as I think about my Chicago goals, I also find myself thinking about my life goals for today and tomorrow. That’s all for the good!

When I got back to the farm I started to play catch up with all of my farm chores. Right now I’m about halfway done but I decided to come indoors to grab some grub and check emails and texts. If I get an hour or two behind on emails and texts, I’m history. Here’s one of the nicest things I received all day.

Can anything be sweeter than a grandson and his pet chickens?

I love these pics. I get them on a regular basis from my kids. Grandchildren seem to bring a special joy to your every day life. They’re the “dots that connect the generations,” as someone once said. Boy, do I love them.

Okay, you can go back to whatever you were doing.

7:48 AM The reason I asked my NT Intro class to read my books The Jesus Paradigm for this week’s class and Seven Marks of a New Testament Church for next week’s class is not because I think people should agree with everything I say. I’ve always distrusted books that make church transformation out to be a piece of cake. As we saw in Acts yesterday, it wasn’t that way for the early church and it won’t be that way for us. There are no quick fixes. I hope I never convey that there are. At best, I hope the reading we do in class this semester (especially our reading from the New Testament) will serve to get the juices flowing in our congregations. The secret, I believe, is in unlocking the revolutionary potential in our membership. When people begin to use their spiritual gifts for mutual upbuilding, good things happen. With church reformation, we strive to integrate what needs integrating, no more and no less, no sooner and no later. Workable decisions, even if imperfect, are better than “perfect” solutions. People need to serve from within, not from a feeling of obligation. We simply surrender to the divine calling in our lives. And when we do, we hold nothing back. When we discover our soul’s calling, we commit unambiguously to it. We live and act from the certainty that God is fully present in the ordinary details of our lives. Even when we miss the mark, we fail bravely. We learn and grow from our mistakes. Life on this planet is one of constant growth. So let’s never forget: Our calling is simply to be like Jesus, mimicking the life He lived 2,000 years ago.

In my books I call this the “downward path of Jesus.” As Christ-followers, it’s in our DNA to complete what Jesus began. It’s not about instant change. It’s about unfolding more and more truth and obedience into our reality than we had before.

6:50 AM I don’t get it. Why does everybody act so serious when they’re studying Greek? My classroom philosophy can be summed up in one word: Fun. We’ll laugh. A lot. Mostly at ourselves.

Which got me to thinking. Are there unwritten rules about the classroom? Here are a few I can think of:

1. “Don’t take yourself too seriously. No one else does.” This is an actual quote from one of my profs at Biola. And it’s true. Lighten up, folks.

2. Don’t over-study. Work on this week’s assignment, not next week’s. As we said in Greek 1 class on Tuesday, Greek is a marathon. There are 26 chapters in our textbook. Which means we will take one “mile” (chapter) at a time. No need to rush.

3. Don’t whine. We all know that language study is grueling. We all so want it to be done. So put your head down and trudge on. We’ll be right there with you.

4. Don’t go it alone. You are running this race with others. It was so encouraging to see after class a group of ladies talking about studying Greek together this semester. You know what? Each of them will be the better for it. Be sure to seek help if you begin to fall behind. I can tutor you. So can my assistant. So can others.

5. Don’t fib about your abilities. Some of us (like me) struggle to learn foreign languages. But it can still be done.

6. Finally, remember to tell your prof how much you like his textbook — and him. (The word “brilliant” works well.)

I know I’m bad at languages, yet I still love them. I love them as much as I love running. Every year, more than 40,000 people come to Chicago to travel 26.2 miles through its boroughs, on foot. For none of them is running easy. It’s clear to me that I’ll never have a runner’s body, no matter how many miles I run. So instead I’m concentrating on enjoying the journey. I’m worrying more about the product and less about the packaging. Maybe if I act like a runner I’ll become one some day.

Studying Greek is a series of tiny victories and defeats. And both are only as important as you make them out to be. 

Wednesday, August 28

8:04 PM We sent this off to the publisher today. Final draft. The hay is in the barn!

Oddly enough, this will be the third book I’ve published that has the word “linguistics” in its title. I can’t thank my co-editor and each of the contributors enough. All this to say that I think the future of New Testament Greek studies is in good hands with these writers. Glory to God.

7:25 PM Hey virtual friends! You are welcome in advance for me not posting any pictures of my 3 days on campus. I was simply too caught up in the excitement of the beginning of a new semester to even think about snapping photos of my classes or the lunches I enjoyed with colleagues. I am going to go out on a limb and assume that I’m not the only one who gets super excited to be back on campus after a long hiatus. I am so overwhelmed by the potential I see everywhere I look. You know where I’m going with this. I love teaching. I especially love teaching the Bible because Scripture is the scepter by which King Jesus rules His church. Let’s never forget Christ’s promise that His Spirit will lead us into “all truth.” Liberals insist that truth is unknowable. But the authority of Christ and the authority of Scripture are intertwined. I am so thankful for colleagues who are willing to submit to the authority of Christ, which is another way of saying they are willing to submit to the authority of Scripture. When 650 evangelicals (I was among them) gathered at TEDS in 1989 for a consultation called “Evangelical Affirmations,” we affirmed: “Evangelicals hold the Bible to be God’s Word and therefore completely true and trustworthy.” Of course, we were referring to Scripture as correctly interpreted. Simply put, a text cannot mean what its author never intended it to mean. And that’s why I revel in teaching classes in New Testament Introduction or Elementary Greek or Advanced Greek Grammar. We evangelicals are Bible people, first and foremost, now and always. The Holy Spirit is the Spirit of truth, and we can hope through prayer and study to grow more and more in our understanding of what God’s will is for the church.

I can hardly fail to be stirred by the passion for truth I sense among our student body. And to think that I get to equip them with tools that will hopefully help them interpret and apply the Bible. Why, this is just beyond my imagination! My point in this is that a new semester is a good time to give thanks. Thanks for the power of God’s grace. Thanks that God is growing my soul and filling it with Himself. Thanks that I have endured pain. Thanks that I’ve found meaning in loss. Thanks that I have changed and grown. Thanks that I wake up every morning joyful. Thanks that I have the honor of being a classroom teacher. Thanks that Becky is in heaven because she believed in Jesus. Thanks that heaven is my true home however good life on this farm seems to be. Thanks that I am never alone but am a member of a great community of people who love Jesus. Thanks that I am the Lord’s and that He is mine. Thanks for the inspiration I draw from my colleagues and friends. Thanks for the gift of brokenness, because brokenness forces me to find a source of love outside of myself. Thanks for kids and grandkids who love me.

I’m a bit tired after ministering on campus for 3 days. That’s okay. Tomorrow I will have my strength back again. It will be time to get back to the gym. It will be time to get caught up on my farm chores. It will be time to welcome a family to Maple Ridge for a retreat. It will be time to gear up for Sunday’s half marathon in Virginia Beach. I can’t wait to see how I do. I imagine it’s like taking a Greek class for the very first time: You’re excited and scared at the same time. And to think: You actually pay to engage in this type of suffering.

My motto these days is “Keep It Simple Stupid.” (Sorry I called you stupid.) Friend, there’s no time like the present to “be all there.” Rise up and do what it takes. I know I will. However, be ready for anything. Life is always full of surprises!

Monday, August 26

6:58 AM So today begins my class called (officially) Advanced Greek Grammar, which is actually a course in Greek linguistics. I know I called my 1988 bookLinguistics for Students of New Testament Greek, but like the rest of the book, the title is questionable. There’s no way to say everything that needs to be said about linguistics in a brief book like that. Moreover, the author wasn’t, isn’t, and never will be a linguist in the technical sense of the term. I know this creates a lot of confusion when someone like me is invited to speak to linguistics majors (like my speech next month at Liberty U.), but let the organizers figure that one out.

The one thing I most certainly am not is a purist. The purists in the academic world would suggest I have nothing to say. To be fair, they are right, in a sense. I haven’t had a single class in linguistics. Ever. The elitist view of linguistics suggests that no one should ever do anything unless they can do it at the highest level. There are elitists in every field. Some elite marathoners think that slow runners like me are ruining their sport. I would simply ask them: What about that person who needed a challenge in their life? Who, like me, never thought they could run a marathon, and then did. That makes it a victory for all of us. Incidentally, the one thing you will never hear your fellow runners say to you after a race is, “What was your time?” That doesn’t matter. At all. You showed up. You tried. You gave it your all. And somehow, you finished.

Greek students, that’s what I’m asking of you this semester. Remember: A twelve-minute mile is just as far as a six-minute mile. So what if your “run” isn’t much faster than a walk with a good tailwind. Run your race this semester. Be the best linguist you can possibly be. God’s word demands it. We all have a lot to learn from professional linguists about how language works. And maybe even from rank amateurs like me.

By the way, the sunrise this morning was out of this world.

Spontaneous worship can break out at any time, any place. Spread before us from horizon to horizon are these little reminders of God’s care over His creation, including us. “If you have never heard the mountains singing, or seen the trees of the fields clapping their hands,” wrote McCandlish Phillips, “do not think because of that they don’t.” This morning I heard the skies singing and wanted to add my own accompaniment.

Yesterday I talked about Grimm’s Law. To apply it, you need to know this little chart. I’m posting it here because I couldn’t find one on Google Images. The key is to go one step counter-clockwise. Try it with the verb pherō.

Blessings,

Dave

Sunday, August 25

10:14 PM Tonight I saw a new release called Overcomer. It’s a touching film that gets to the heart of what it means to be a Christian: forgiveness. I know of no more staggering and humbling truth than that God has forgiven me of my sins through His Son. In turn, a Christian is characterized by a willingness to forgive.

The film powerfully illustrates the foolishness of saying no to our Father in heaven. We are given the choice, day by day, to trust Him, even for those things in our lives that seem so destructive. The acting in this movie is superb. And the Gospel comes through loud and clear. I encourage you all to see this poignant and powerful film.

1:58 PM Is linguistics descriptive or prescriptive? Before you say the former, it’s actually both. With linguists, languages are generally approached descriptively. But the science of linguistics can also be employed prescriptively. Languages, indeed, have their own “rules.” One of the most important of these is called Grimm’s Law. Grimm’s Law will figure very prominently in tomorrow night’s Advanced Greek Grammar class when I ask my students to come up with an English cognate or derivative for every one of the Greek words found in Eph. 1:1-2.

Yes, this is actually possible! So let’s not argue about whether there are “rules” in languages. Of course, attitudes toward “correctness” in language are not shaped solely by grammars. To a large degree, it is language usage that determines rightness or wrongness in language. For example, formal and ordinary language registers may lead to two different languages being formed. The colloquial form of the language is not a “corruption” of the language preferred by the elites. As you know, I grew up in a milieu of diglossia, where about half of us who lived in Hawai’i could speak both Standard English and Hawaiian Creole (Pidgin). The latter is sometimes thought to contain numerous “mistakes” or “infelicities” of English. In Pidgin, for instance, we say “shave ice” instead of “shaved ice.” Actually, this is perfectly understandable as there has long been a tendency in English to drop the -ed suffix in words that belong to noun phrases. To wit:

Whip cream = whipped cream

Cream corn = Creamed corn

Roast beef = roasted beef

Wax paper = waxed paper

Skim milk = skimmed milk

Where I live in Southern Virginia, final “g-dropping” with verbs is the norm even among highly educated speakers of English.

And the list goes on and on. When it comes to the study of Koine Greek, the fact is that many of the “exceptions to the rule” have their own rules. And this is precisely where Greek phonology can help us — hence our little exercise in the opening greeting of Ephesians. I want my students to see that linguistics is a cognitive science that provides a link between the humanities and the social sciences.

What fun!

6:18 AM Today I am definitely not working out. Of course, if I had to get up hay today (which I don’t), I would. Life goes on whether or not you’ve just run a half. But wisdom tells me I need to take a day or two off from exercise. The whole idea is about listening to your body. Besides, I’ve got plenty of other stuff to do. By the way, this week a couple from the seminary will be staying at the farm for a bit of R & R. Years ago Becky and I dedicated Maple Ridge as a place of prayer, rest, and restoration. The goal is for retreatants to strengthen their relationship with Jesus Christ. Plus have lots of fun butting heads with the goats.

Originally build in 1810, Maple Ridge has been completely renovated and is equipped with such modern amenities as air conditioning and a complete kitchen. We designed it to accommodate larger families on retreat or those needing temporary housing. They can stay at Maple Ridge from a few days up to 6 months, free of charge. These families are sometimes in a period of transition or adjustment. Maple Ridge is a safe shelter in which to put body and soul back together and to seek guidance from the Lord for the next step.

So glad to see Becky’s vision still bearing fruit!

5:34 AM This Wednesday in our NT 2 class we’ll begin our discussion of Acts and will hone in on ecclesiology. To begin with, students will read my The Jesus Paradigm as well as Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. On Wednesday, one of our topics will be the concept of “primus inter pares” — first among equals. Here are some slides I’ll be sharing with the class. They are based on Alexander Strauch’s definitive work Biblical Eldership.

The overriding principle I’m trying to bring to the table is: Pastoral ministry is a “fellowship of leadership.” The expression is Michael Green’s. I once heard Green speak about this in chapel, and he also served as a priest in a nearby Anglican church in Raleigh. Green argues that both democracy (which leads to shared incompetence) and monarchy (which leads to suppression of initiative) is bad for a congregation. “What is needed is a leadership team accountable to God and the congregation; a team which will lead and enable each member to achieve his or her full potential and use that in God’s service” (Adventure of Faith, p. 86). Some argue that this leadership team itself needs a leader. “Every healthy organization has someone at the top.” I fully agree. And every local church has such a Senior Pastor (see 1 Pet. 5:4). That’s why I’m suggesting we might want to try avoiding the language of “senior” or “lead” pastor and instead consider using “co-pastor” or even what Peter uses in 1 Pet. 5:1: “fellow elder.” The fact is, all of us need to be serving the Lord Christ. “You need a fellowship of leadership to model that sort of thing and to help it come about” (Green again).

So do I agree with the idea of primus inter pares? Absolutely. In Christ we have a Lead Pastor but sadly our nomenclature too often masks that reality. He is, however, ready to assume that honor if we will but allow Him.

P.S. Here’s an example that just came to mind. You’re the senior or lead pastor of a multi-staffed church and have been invited to speak at a convention. Each of your staff pastors are considered elders (co-equal and non-hierarchical) but your church masthead cites you as the senior or lead pastor. When asked how you would like to be identified in the convention program, list yourself as co-pastor. In the first place, this is true: you are one of several pastor-elders. In the second place, you will be willingly receding into the group — which is precisely what Peter (the most prominent of Jesus’ apostles) seems to be doing in 1 Pet. 5:1 when he refers to himself as a “fellow elder.”

“Co-undershepherd” would also work but that’s a little wordy!

Saturday, August 24

5:28 PM Without a doubt, today’s half in Ashland was one of the best races I’ve ever participated it.

The weather was overcast and cool — perfect for a 13.1 mile run. Packet pickup this morning was a breeze. There were only about 1,000 runners so there were no corrals to line up in. I placed myself about 2/3rds of the way back and was able to start my run at just the right pace without being pushed forward by the crowd. I loved the course, especially when an Amtrak went by!

At almost every turn there were spectators, and they were loud and tons of fun. Once we got out into the country, there were a few rolling hills, but nothing stood out as being exceptionally challenging. I ran the entire race except for the aid stations, which were placed every 2-3 miles. They were well stocked with water and Gatorade. A slight downhill made for a strong push at the end. All the people cheering for you made the last 1/3 mile fly by. The medal was pretty nice.

You also got the standard race shirt. I spent the next half hour basking in the glory of my finish time.

This is about 11 minutes slower than my PR, but I didn’t want to push myself too hard. It’s not easy for me to describe how I felt during the race, but perhaps the best word is joy. Joy in the Lord. Joy in the health He’s so undeservedly given me. Joy in feeling the wind and seeing the corn and bean fields. Joy in knowing that my body could still do this. Here are a few more pictures. I realize I have a billion more I could show you, but these are enough to bore you to tears.

1) Airbnb is so great. I got this room (with a private bath and balcony) for only $59.00. The house reminded me so much of Maple Ridge here on the farm.

2) I snapped this pic at around mile 9.

At this point in the race, nobody is passing anybody else and nobody is being passed. Everybody has settled into a rhythm. Everyone is relaxed. We were all running a 12-minute pace. This happens in just about every race you run. You see the same people for the last half of the race. I’d love to have been able to talk with them, but at this stage of the game you’re too focused on finishing to converse.

3) This was an amazing race for me. I felt incredible cardio-wise and had absolutely no pain anywhere afterwards.

I think I got some confidence back after the health issues I faced between May and July. One of the hardest things to do after you’re injured is to get your mojo back. Nothing is more rewarding than to be able to trust your body again. Sure, there were a couple of times when I was tempted to go faster than I should have in order to try and break my old half marathon PR. But I realized that if I did that I couldn’t face myself in the mirror after the race. How encouraging it is to know that you can run “within yourself” and not have any regrets when the race is over. After the race I had that utterly fabulous feeling (endomorphs?) when you think you can go on forever!

Well, another race in the books. Half #19. If you’re looking for a fast race with lots of scenery, this one’s for you. I met my goal of finishing and having fun. Mile after mile I fell in step with some awesome people of all ages, shapes, and levels of ability. Running gives me community and a way to improve my health. Running a half marathon is a crash course in gratitude, perseverance, patience, and the rewarding feeling of knowing you’ve pushed through but not to the point where you’ve injured your body. I’m not a gifted athlete (the understatement of the year), but I am dogged. And in a long distance race, you can take that quality a very long way. I actually yearn for those moments in life when my mettle is tested or when I am asked to persevere despite overwhelming challenges. These are the times when I can feel Him beside me, and heaven comes down and touches earth.

Thanks so much to the race organizers for putting on a first-class event. And thank You, Jesus, for running every step of the way with me today.

Friday, August 23

12:48 PM Here’s a recap of today’s visit with the neurologist at Duke. The good news is that my motor functions and nervous system seem to be working just fine. He thinks there might be some minor nerve damage in my feet. Not sure. Story of my life. So he’s ordered an MRI of the lumbar spine as well as a Nerve Conduction Test. I’m not sure either test will do any good but the more information you have the better you can deal with the issue, right? Now I just have to wait for the insurance company to approve these procedures. Keeping fingers and (partially numb) feet crossed. Hoping it’s nothing too serious. A least the doc said I can continue running and being active.

How’s that for an update?

The only other news around here is that my old GE refrigerator is on its way to the landfill or the metal resellers or wherever. It served me well for going on 15 years.

Tomorrow is the half in Ashland. No sense in freaking out now. You just have to trust your training to get you through. My primary race goal is to smile and have fun. I realize that at some points during the race that will be well nigh impossible. That’s okay. Finishing is winning.

7:22 AM There’s a touch of fall in the air this morning.

A pleasant day indeed to read Ephesians in The Message.

I like how Peterson renders 4:11-12: “He handed out gifts of apostle, prophet, evangelist, and pastor-teacher to train Christians in skilled servant work.” Nicely done. I might have translated the purpose clause as “to prepare God’s people for works of service.” I’d love to camp out on this for a while but I’ve got to get to my neurology appointment in Durham. More later.

6:20 AM Can anything top reading A. T. Robertson’s Big Grammar at 6:00 am?

I remember reading this book for the first time in seminary. Today, I’m intrigued that it’s still in print. The modern revolution in Greek linguistics has not come about because we have all kinds of novel ideas but because we are building on a foundation laid in the past. There is real value in reading an old book like this one. At least, there would be if teachers required it. Robertson’s greatest strength, of course, is also his greatest weakness. Linguistics is much more than historical-comparative philology. But he was a man of his time, and by all measures his book represented a real breakthrough. That he does not do this in simple, nontechnical language may be a stumbling block to some. Actually, I find Robertson eminently readable. I love his heavy, Teutonic prose. I love his Latin and German and French quotes. There is no sniff of stifling fundamentalism among his chapters. In so many ways, Robertson embodies what a good philologist should be but frequently is not.

You can see that I’m taking thorough notes (in green) of chapters 1-2. These notes will form the basis for a quiz over this material in my Advanced Greek Grammar class. A “fun” quiz, mind you — meaning one that doesn’t count for a grade, though the student with the highest quiz score will receive one of my books for free. Here’s one of the questions:

Robertson held that Greek was “the most perfect organ of human speech.” True or false? 

How would you answer that?

I’ve written a number of books on Greek, but I am a grammarian by mistake. It was by reading Robertson and Moulton and Zerwick and others that I felt led to enter the fray. I discovered that books like Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek evoked an enormous response. I had not yet cottoned on to the fact that linguistics was then sweeping all over the scholarly guild. Once I realized that, I found myself writing more and more about discourse analysis, morphology, semantics, etc. That said, I’m not a huge fan of my book on linguistics. It really wasn’t all that good, but surprisingly it’s stayed in print for over 30 years. I think the time has come for a replacement, don’t you? Maybe you will be the one to write it.

5:56 AM “… whether I spend my days in India or America, I desire to spend them in the service of God, and be prepared to spend an eternity in his presence.” A. J.

5:45 AM “I am a creature of God, and he has an undoubted right to do with me, as seemeth good in his sight…. He has my heart in his hands, and when I am called to face danger, to pass through scenes of terror and distress, he can inspire with me with fortitude, and enable me to trust in him.” A. J.

5:20 AM “O how different were my views of myself and my God, from what they were, when I first began to inquire what I should do to be saved. I felt myself to be a poor lost sinner…. This view of myself humbled me in the dust, melted me into sorrow and contrition for my sins, induced me to lay my soul at the feet of Christ, and plead his merits alone, as the ground of my acceptance.” Ann Judson.

Thursday, August 22

5:35 PM Seminary and college convocation was today. I belong to a community that seeks to inspire men and women to live and learn the example of Christ. Sometimes that example is best seen in the lives of real-life human beings like Ann Hasseltine Judson, the wife of Adoniram Judson. Danny Akin’s message on this subject was, in short, powerfully humbling and convicting. Had there been an altar call after the message, I’m sure people would have flooded to the front. I know I would have. I still can’t believe that for years I had missed something so central. It was Jesus’ un-normal ideas that made Him so unique. Follow me? Be prepared to give up everything. If you’re Ann Judson, be prepared to die at the age of 37 in Burma. Carrying out the ministry of Christ in this earth is somehow always mingled with the concept of death. Death to self, at the very least. Broken so you can feed someone else. Not what I envisioned when I became a Christian in 1960. But that is what Jesus is teaching me through His cherished servants like Ann and Adoniram Judson.

I assure you, if you listen to today’s chapel message, you will be deeply touched. Our holy Savior said it well: “What you have is not yours. So give it up, give it all up. Because once you come to the end of yourself, once you hit bottom, it is surprisingly peaceful down here.”

Jesus is our only hope and inheritance. His followers glory and boast in Him despite crushing instability and hardship. Ann Judson lived on the margins and paid for it. But by becoming broken and poured out for others, she redefined for the church the nature of greatness. Our only hope, people, is to follow the example of Jesus and get back out into the world from which He rescued us, winning people over with our scandalous love and a lifestyle that makes them sit up and listen.

Here’s thelink to today’s message. Danny’s text was Psalm 142:1-7. I jotted down the following outline:

1) God hears the cries of your heart.

2) God knows what you are going through.

3) God will deliver you as your Refuge.

Below: Welcoming our new students to the seminary and college. Looking forward to getting to know all of you! 

Wednesday, August 21

7:08 PM Only 7 weeks to go before I run in the world famous Chicago Marathon. It’s hard for me to even describe what it’s like to finish a marathon. You’re exhausted but you love it. I have such a supportive family and I don’t take that for granted. The Chicago Marathon is a world class event. The course is said to be fast, well attended by spectators, and fun. I go into this marathon knowing that it will be a while before I run another one. I’m down to one marathon a year, remember? I’m already nervous. Marathons are the hardest things I’ve ever done. But that’s kind of the point, right? I’m not doing Chicago because it’s easy. I know the miles will hurt. I know I’ll have to push myself to finish. I know I’ll have to be mentally tough. Most of all, the marathon will teach me humility. Everybody faces obstacles in life. When we’re faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, we must quit listening to the mockers and naysayers and shout, “With God’s strength, I can!” His help is always but a prayer away. If you’re after mediocrity in life, it can be easily had. But if you’re going after excellence, no matter what the field, you have to work at it with all your might. Nothing is too difficult for God. The very problems we fret most about are the very things we need to trust God with. If you think you’ve got it tough, read 2 Cor. 11:24-33. Paul endured beatings, shipwrecks, imprisonments, beatings, and threats in his own race of life. Yet he endured and persevered through every bout of despair. Like marriage, our relationship with God will be marked by hardships and heartaches. And yet the rewards of faithful love are worth the perseverance it requires to develop them.

I learn from every marathon I run. The marathon tests my character each and every time. But if I do my best, I’ll mature not only as a runner but as a human being and follower of Jesus.

The marathon — what an inspiration! 

4:42 PM What a funny day it’s been today. Not as in “funny ha ha” but as in funny weird.

1) Yesterday my refrigerator went out on me just like that. But “coincidentally,” Lowe’s was running a sale on new refrigerators. They were marking off 30 percent until 9:00 pm tonight. It will be delivered Friday. How kind of you, Lord!

2) My favorite slippers broke this morning. I mean, I had those things for maybe 25 years. I caught one of them on a floor board in the house today and, again, just like that, they were history. Sob. The good news is that I found a new pair at Wal-Mart that fit me perfectly. Snazzy, huh!

3) Yesterday I ordered a book on Amazon Prime and it cametoday. It usually takes two days for Amazon Prime to deliver. Wow. That’s crazy! 

4) Finally, I went to bush hog the pastures today and the donks just wouldn’t leave me alone. Weird! Maybe they think this machine has carrots or something. I had to shoo them away like they were flies. Poor babies.

So you see, it’s been a really weird day. Almost as weird as Hawai’i having Interstate Highways!

5:58 AM Next month I’m giving two rather major talks, one at Liberty University and one at Clearview Church. Like you, I’ve got pet peeves about public speaking. For my whole Christian life I’ve listened to sermons and lectures. All too often the speakers were “pumping sunshine” (as we used to say in California). We the People are obviously not stupid. We can tell if you know your subject. We can see whether or not you’re really passionate about what you’re saying or just reading a lecture someone else wrote for you. When I was at Biola, my CE prof once told me, “Dave, there are no boring teachers. If they’re boring, they’re not teachers.” If you’re familiar with TED Talks, then you’re probably familiar with their Ten Commandments:

Thou Shalt Not Simply Trot Out thy Usual Shtick.

Thou Shalt Dream a Great Dream, or Show Forth a Wondrous New Thing, Or Share Something Thou Hast Never Shared Before.

Thou Shalt Reveal thy Curiosity and Thy Passion.

Thou Shalt Tell a Story.

Thou Shalt Freely Comment on the Utterances of Other Speakers for the Sake of Blessed Connection and Exquisite Controversy.

Thou Shalt Not Flaunt thine Ego.

Be Thou Vulnerable. Speak of thy Failure as well as thy Success.

Thou Shalt Not Sell from the Stage: Neither thy Company, thy Goods, thy Writings, nor thy Desperate need for Funding; Lest Thou be Cast Aside into Outer Darkness.

Thou Shalt Remember all the while: Laughter is Good.

Thou Shalt Not Read thy Speech.

Thou Shalt Not Steal the Time of Them that Follow Thee.

The ninth one (in red) may well be the most important.I’m about 100 percent positive that public speakers would make a 100 percent greater impact on their audiences if they simply got rid of their notes. Pay attention to the people you’re trying to reach. Look them in the eye. “Read” their reactions. And do it authentically. You say, “How is that done?” Watch a TED Talk and you’ll see how. They are the most popular lectures on the web. They’ve been called “spectacles for smart people.” Their motto is “Ideas worth spreading.”

Which means, when a TED-talker is done speaking, you have a strong urge to share what you just heard with others. Speakers are genuinely “speaking” — not lecturing or scolding or shouting. Their content is great. And the information is not coming from the canteen of Saturday night but from a reservoir of knowledge and expertise.

TED Talks take the audience on a journey. I’ve enjoyed a good many excursions myself — which is why I’m pretty much a hopeless TED Head.

5:20 AM Sitting here wide awake since 4:00 am, there’s too much in my heart to keep it there. So I turn to my blog, as I always do, to let it overflow even though it’s just cobwebs and echoes. Since Becky’s death I’ve had to make an investment in a “new self” as it were. I’ve had to struggle with such questions as, “Why am I here?” “What parts of me died with Becky and what parts didn’t?” “What’s the meaning of my new-found bachelorhood?” Thankfully, in the midst of all these questions (and many more like them) there has also been an amazing level of consistency — my work, my family, my farm, my writing and publishing. But at times it felt like I was only going through the motions. I needed to find new passages to a new self. I needed new dreams.

Life offers us many new and rich and varied opportunities if we will only look for them. Since that fateful day in November 2013, I’ve fought a battle against sameness. I needed to find new ways to make a difference in people’s lives. I guess that’s one reason I’ve enjoyed running so much. Or why I like going to the gym. My days are full of firsts again. It’s like learning how to surf all over again, or learning Greek all over again, or riding horses all over again. I’ve also had more time for intimacy with the Lord, exploring new ideas with my publishers, and trying out new foods. I can speak from personal experience when I say that growing older doesn’t mean you have to slow down and stagnate. Even a 67-year old widower can sprout new foliage and choose a new direction. In a sense, in moving forward I’ve turned to the past — witness my trips to Hawaii since Becky died. Waking up morning after morning at Kailua Beach to squint at the endless horizon and the sun rising over the Mokulua Islands works wonders with a sagging spirit. Sitting for hours on a surfboard has given me time to decode the mindboggling changes I’ve experienced in my life. 

So as I’m aging, I’m also trying to outwit it. I’m writing a new map of my life, eager to travel the new passages the Lord has designed for me in His sovereignty and love, recognizing that each new change is a passport to renewal. For far too many men, their whole identity is tied up with the status they’ve achieved so far. That’s not what I want. As far as I’m concerned, 67 is the new 47. I’m not ready to accept “old age.” Where’s the adventure in that? No, I’ve got too much tread left in this old carcass of mine to coast through my 60s. 60s did you say? In my mind’s eye I’m still that 19-year old who left Hawaii for Biola or that 26-year old who married a gorgeous lady from Texas or that 31-year old who received his doctorate in Europe. The 20-somethings who leave me in the dust during my races ain’t got nothin’ on me. I’ve got more wisdom and I’m probably tons happier too. I can still manage to pump blood and oxygen around my circulatory system with the best of them. Sure, I’ve got my inner battles (as do you), but today I’m more comfortable with uncertainty and I feel far more diversified on the outside and far more unified on the inside.

The only thing I’m having difficulty understanding is why people like you would even be faintly interested in anything I write here on this blog. Maybe it’s curiosity. Maybe you want to know what a major life-passage looks like. If so, that’s normal and necessary. Glad I can be of service! But listen, folks, there are no rules for aging today. The answer to the manhood puzzle must come from within. If there is a key to successfully negotiating the aging process, it’s to be geared toward goals that are larger than yourself. Go where your spirit (and the Spirit) leads you. Stand apart from the crowd. Like William Wallace, be willing to risk your life for what you believe in. At the same time, discover your nurturing side. You can’t help everybody but you can help someone.

To speak of aging as being “over the hill” is as absurd as it is destructive. God has a purpose for our lives regardless of our age. The greatest joy in life comes from seeking His will and then obeying it to the very best of our God-given ability. “I find my zenith doth depend upon a most auspicious star,” spoke Prospero in Shakespeare’s The Tempest, “whose influence if I now court not, but omit, my fortunes will ever after droop.” Friend, there is still time to redirect your life toward that Star, the Lord Jesus Christ. Health never lasts. But influence can outlast our mortality.

Tuesday, August 20

5:14 PM It happened to me again today. I had a bad run. I felt out of it. I felt lazy. I felt heavy. Am I overtraining? Sleep deprived? Just plain lazy? I can’t seem to pinpoint any cause. I wanted to go 10 miles but ended up cutting my run short and finished only 7. I knew I just had to keep moving and I would finish. This little doe agreed. 

I finished the miles, but it was painfully slow. I’m happy that this happened during training and not during a race. When I got back home I decided to do some yard work to get my mind off of my run. The trees needed trimming, the water troughs needing cleaning out, the weeds needed some Round Up, etc. It was just what the doctor ordered. Worked like a charm. I feel great again, and the house and yard look pretty good as well.

Thankfully, one bad run doesn’t define you. And thank God for all the clichés we runners are fond of, like “You don’t have to run, Dave, you get to run!” There are people who’d give everything they have to be able to run or even walk. Suck it up, Dave. Be thankful for what you do have. Embrace the hard. Remember that tomorrow will be better. And if you need a little encouragement, read the Word. Like this snippet from 3 John.

John uses “love” language 3 times in the letter’s opening verses to describe his friend Gaius. Three times!

… to Gaius my beloved

… whom I love

… beloved

Love is one of those words that’s difficult to define. I saw a cartoon the other day of a guy chomping on a piece of fried chicken and a gal eating a vegan meal. The caption over both was, “I love animals.” You can say you love your spouse and love going to basketball games. But what is love? It’s not just a mark of a Christian but the mark. It’s sort of like God’s DNA in our lives. The elder John was eager to tell Gaius how loved he was. Have you told God you love Him today? He wants to know. But remember: a child’s loving actions speak louder than words. 

Tomorrow I plan to cycle 10 miles while I’m having the oil changed in my van. Cycling perfectly complements running. It offers a non-impact activity that works opposing muscle groups. It also trains your cardiovascular system without adding more stress to your body. I like to cross train, but when I do I miss running. But it’s the very fact that I’m not running that allows my body to rest. I also try to work in swimming.

What do you do for exercise?

Do you cross train?

Ever have a bad day? What do you do to relieve your stress?

7:45 AM In less than a week our Advanced Greek Grammar class will begin. We’ll meet on Monday nights from 6:30-9:20. We’ll be studying the little book of 3 John as well as going through a goodly number of advanced grammars. The first night of class should be interesting. What do I have planned? Plenty of sight reading. Oral recitation. English to Greek composition. Discussion of Robertson and Runge and a host of other authors. Two students will give presentations. Of course, we’ll read through 3 John in one sitting. And students will begin to think about their paper topic. That topic has to be based on 3 John, which, as you know, talks a lot about Christian eldership/leadership. Historically, the church has oscillated between two extremes when it comes to leadership. These two extremes have been called clericalism and anti-clericalism. If you hold to clericalism, you tend to see pastors as monopolizing leadership and ministry. If you hold to anti-clericalism, you tend to see clergy as redundant. 3 John has a lot to say about local church leadership. In fact, if I could, I would require my students to read Alexander Strauch’s magnificent book Biblical Eldership, if for no other reason than it avoids both extreme positions. We have to try and maintain a balance between every member ministry (think of Paul’s body analogy) and Christ’s delegation of leadership to qualified under-shepherds.

As I begin my 43rd year of teaching, I’ve asked myself, “What can I say about 21st century leadership that needs to be said?” The godly leader in 3 John, Gaius, is said to walk in the truth, love the brothers and sisters, and entertain strangers. On the other hand, a leader named Diotrephes is portrayed as loving himself more than others and refusing to welcome the traveling evangelists. In other words, doctrinal heresy does not seem to be in view. Rather, personal ambition had caused the problem. Students in our class can pick from any number of topics for their paper based on 3 John, but I sincerely hope one of them will do a detailed word study of the verb philoprōteuō, which is used in verse 9. For one thing, there’s the question about the best way to translate this word. The versions differ somewhat:

NIV: “who loves to be first”

NLT: “who loves to be the leader”

ESV: “who likes to put himself first”

CSB: “who loves to have first place”

GNT: “who likes to be their leader”

ISV: “who loves to be in charge”

HWP: “like be da boss”

SCH2000: “der Erste sein möchte”

HOF: “die führende Rolle spielen möchte”

RVR1960: “tener el primer lugar”

SG21: “être le premier”

NTLH: “que deseja ser o líder”

VULGATE: “qui amat primatum gerere”

The difference between “liking to be leader” and “loves to be in charge” is considerable. The context seems to indicate that Diotrephes is singled out by name because he had not only sought to undermine the apostle John’s person and position but had also wanted to have the preeminence. He apparently did not share Paul’s desire that in all things Christ should have the supremacy (Col. 1:18). His refusal to welcome and assist the traveling evangelists had simply unmasked a deeper problem, that of self-love.

Many lessons can be drawn here. Perhaps one of them is this: I am convinced that leaders need a safe place where they can share their struggles with people who can guide them ever deeper into the Father’s love. This doesn’t mean that pastors must bring their faults and temptations before the congregation at every turn. It means, rather, that ministers (meaning all of us) are called to minister with their whole being, including their broken selves. The pedestals that we have erected in our churches have become nightmares. What if we freed ourselves and our church leaders to be ordinary men and women? Spiritual pride thrives where pastors are deemed untouchable. This might all sound very unrealistic, but all of us, Christian leaders included, are called to live in the body, not only our own physical bodies but also in the corporate community. The leadership that Jesus speaks of is radically different from the leadership practiced in the world. It is, as Alexander Strauch says, a servant leadership in which leaders are vulnerable servants who need the people as much as they need each other. 

What ever happened to Diotrephes? We don’t know. But his spirit lives on. It lives on in my heart. It dawns on me as I begin another year of teaching that much of what I say in class will likely not be remembered. It’s my example (or failure to set a good example) that will be remembered. I hope that Jesus will become real and present in my classes this semester. I’m a slow learner. Old patterns and habits are not easy to give up. I pray that what we learn in our Advanced Greek class will not only be good grammar and syntax but also something that helps all of us catch a glimpse of what a truly godly leader looks like.

P.S. A pastor friend of mine told me about this book yesterday. I just ordered it.

I think the table of contents is revealing:

Section One: Brokenness

Section Two: Uncommon Communion

Section Three: Servanthood as an Identity

Section Four: Radical Immediate Obedience

Under leaders like this, I believe the church can be the safe family that God intended for it to be. It really can.

P.P.S. As I sit here writing this post I am doing what all runners do, obsessing about the weather for Saturday’s half marathon. Here’s the latest forecast for Richmond and its environs.

Wow. Rainy and hot — until Saturday, when things dry off and cool down considerably. I know things can change between now and then, but for now I’m excited and grateful. I just think running is that much harder when you’re fighting not only your own body but also the elements, such as heat and humidity. I run all year round. This isn’t a bragamony, just a fact. But I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you that it takes tons of mental fortitude to run when the weather is less than optimum. So for now, things are looking good for Saturday, as in real good. Praise the Lord.

Monday, August 19

5:36 PM Top 10 signs you were born and raised in Hawai’i:

1) You can correctly pronounce words like papahānaumokuākea.

2) You say “slippahs,” not flip flops.

3) You call it shave ice and not shaved ice.

4) The very mention of “Li Hing Mui” makes your mouth water.

5) You love lau laus and lomi lomi salmon.

6) You can play the ukulele.

7) Your favorite suit is your swim suit.

8) You love cultural diversity.

9) Your blog is full of sunrise photos.

10) You say “shoyu,” not soy sauce.

There are tons more examples I could give but I think you get the idea. Yesterday I began reading a book that had been sitting on my shelf for a very long time.

Maybe my renewed interest in all things Hawaiian emerges from the sense of raw and joyful hospitality I received from friends and even from strangers during my recent visit to the Islands. It was there, in my mid-teens, that I became vaguely aware that God had a plan for my life. It was there that I began to grasp the truth that sin equals self. It was on O’ahu that I began to lead people to Christ and to experiment with the talents and gifts God had given me for the upbuilding of His church. It was at First Baptist Church Windward that I began to realize just how wonderful God’s family is and that it is the complex pattern of relationships between brothers and sisters in Christ that often governs our development into mature Christians. It’s no exaggeration to say that it was in Kailua that I began to understand what God meant when He asserted that it was not good for man to be alone — a reference that Calvin understood as having a much wider reference than to marriage. I saw that the Greek word koinonia bore witness both to what we share in as Christians (our common inheritance in Christ) and to what share with each other (our mutual responsibility to care for and nurture each other). It is our koinonia in God that unites us and it is our koinonia with one another that causes us to love one another, not bite and devour one another, but rather encourage and build each other up. As Jesus said:

I give you guys one ting you gotta do: Show love an aloha fo each odda. Jus like I get love an aloha fo you guys, dass how you guys gotta get love an aloha fo each odda. If all you guys get love an aloha fo each odda, den everybody goin know you my guys.

It was in Hawai’i that I first saw that true Christian koinonia involves the rich and all-encompassing sharing that I have tried to practice in my life and ministry. I keep asking myself, “Am I serving the Lord, the church, the world? Am I growing in love and care for others?” I was only 8 when I was baptized at Kailua Beach Park. Little did I imagine that 59 years later I would still have the privilege of leading students into the Scriptures and encouraging them to browse there for themselves. For when they read the word of God, they will discover in no uncertain terms that God calls all of us to ministry and on no account are we to allow professionals to do all the work of the church. They will also see that we come to Christ in worship and go for Christ in mission, that the gathering exists for the going, that a living church is a learning church, and that fidelity to the teaching of the apostles is the first mark of an authentic body of believers but not the only one. The church is God’s new society, and we cannot proclaim the Gospel of God’s love if we do not exhibit it in our love for others. Authentic mission is always incarnational mission. It must express itself in a way that is both faithful to Scripture and relevant to the contemporary world.

In Hawai’i, people have time for each other. “Island time” is real. Everyone seems to know everyone. You greet everyone with a hug and a kiss. You can’t tell who are your real aunties and uncles because everyone is “Aunty” and “Uncle.” Hawai’i is truly a melting pot. Diversity means we love and respect one another. You feel like one big family (ohana). You respect your elders (kapuna) and enjoy watching all the kids (keiki) you see. Everyone treats you with aloha, whether it’s your restaurant server or the TSA personnel at the airport. People seem less grouchy and are willing to start a conversation with you in a heartbeat. Even guys wear flowers in their ears on May Day (“Lei Day”).

All I can say is that the pre-history of growing up in Hawai’i has formed my current thinking about the church in ways that I’m probably not even aware of. I ask myself, “You think the church could ever be this way too?” I have a dream of a caring church, marked by genuine love and aloha, whose congregation is drawn from many races, nationalities, and social backgrounds and exhibits the unity and diversity of the family of God. A church where we feel like one big ohana, where we love and respect our kapuna, where the keiki are not marginalized but included, where the nāwaliwali are supported and the mehameha are befriended and the members bear each other’s burdens and obey Christ’s command to turn from self and give their lives tirelessly in the service of others. I believe in the power of the ‘Uhane Hemolele to accomplish this. But there is no passivity in the attainment of Christlikeness. I venture to say that we have to do our part. If we love each other, pray for each other, and bear each other’s burdens, this can be one of the most encouraging and attractive things the world can see.

Mahalo nui loa. Me ke aloha pumehana.

Dave (aka Kawika)

11:54 AM Now that the Daily Dose of Greek isavailable in Spanish, I thought this might be a good time to mention that our beginning grammar isavailable on Amazon for only .99 on Kindle.

11:30 AM The Y is a great place to do strength training. Lifting weights can help make your body a better tool and help you achieve your other goals such as biking, running, and swimming. I usually use free weights and I try to train 3 times a week, with at least 3 days of rest. I used to call this “weight lifting” but I now prefer “strength training” because the goal is not to lift weights but to become a stronger athlete. Next to the actual time I spend running, I’ve found strength training to be the most important method of cross-training for my races.

Here was my routine today:

  • Lat pull downs.

  • EZ bar curls.

  • Lateral raises.

  • EZ bar upright rows.

  • Hammer curls.

  • Dumbbell lateral raises.

  • Dumbbell flies.

  • Seated dumbbell press.

  • Bent over row.

There you have it. I hope I’ve convinced to get to the Y!

7:20 AM We’re always adding new links to ourGreek Portal. One of the best is a link to theBryan College Library: Greek Resources Page. I was reading it this morning and was drawn to a page that features online Greek New Testaments, including the one produced by Tregelles. There is much uncertainty today about the role that Paul may have played in the production of the letter to the Hebrews. There is a constant tendency to neglect the external evidence of authorship. Even the ordering of the New Testament canon is sometimes overlooked. This occurred, in my opinion, in the Tyndale House Greek New Testament, which is said to be based largely on the work of Tregelles. So this morning I turned to Tregelles and here’s what I saw:

Clearly, Tregelles himself placed Hebrews after 2 Thessalonians. This shouldn’t surprise us. Our earliest majuscules have the same order, asthis chart shows:

Yet the THGNT departs from this pattern by situating Hebrews after Philemon. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that Hebrews always circulated among the Pauline Corpus in the early centuries of the church, whereas we speak of Hebrews today as a “General Epistle.” I invite you, then, to read Tregelles for yourself — something our friends at Bryan College are eager to help us to do.

On another note, I’m already beginning to freak out about this weekend’s half marathon. There’s really no set formula for running 13.1 miles. Bottom line? Mind over matter. You simply put your head down, place one foot in front of the other, and pretend that nothing hurts. Repeat until you cross the finish line. You’re usually super excited at the very beginning. Bottle it. Go out too fast and you’ll pay for it later. Keep a modest pace and you’ll thank yourself at mile 10. Weather on race is supposed to be hot and muggy. Maybe that’s why they’re starting the race at 7:00 am. Last time I forget to lube my thighs and paid the price.

The reality is that you can’t fake a half marathon. Even if you start out without any pain you’ll be hurting bad before the race is over. I’m an optimistic guy, but it’s been my experience that my brain and body mess with me before a big race. I just hope I’m taking the right steps to prepare for the event and that I’ll have the right attitude on race day. If I don’t get hauled off on a stretcher I’ll feel pretty good about my efforts.

Friend, what are you doing today? Pick a goal, large or small, and go for it. Never talk yourself out of doing something you want to do.

Off to the gym.

P.S. My Airbnb this weekend. Loverly, eh?

Sunday, August 18

5:58 PM Okay, you can stop sending me emails asking me how my bike ride went today. Well, nobody actually did that, but here’s a brief report anyway. Yes, I’ve gotten back into cycling since I developed a bad case of prostatitis back in June. Thankfully, that’s mostly cleared up, so today was the day to see if all of my internal organs were working again. The ride went well. It was a gorgeous day along the Virginia Capital Trail.

Even the drive there (two and a half hours one way) was delightful.

And if you’re going to drive that far, you might as well get in more than just a few miles. Yes, this was today’s mileage.

I’ve got to admit, I’m a little saddle sore, but biking that distance in under two hours is right up there with tikka masala and malasadas. I know there are many of you who bike regularly and are super UN-impressed with my feat today, as well you ought to be. You all might remember that I rode 67K on my bike to celebrate my 67th birthday back in June. Thus began all my woes. I don’t know why, but I thought today’s ride would go well and, so far, so good. Praise the Lord. If you are looking for a really nice biking trail that’s easy and safe, you can’t do better than the Virginia Capital Trail. And if you want a real professional’s description of the ride, gohere.

Next cycling goal? The Virginia Creeper Trail! 

7:48 AM A few random reflections before heading off to church and a bike ride. Been spending a lot of time in prayer these days. God seems to be calling me to serious intercession. I have a burden to pray, if you will. A burden is different from those times when you hear someone asking for prayer and you say, “I’ll pray for you.” A burden is when you feel like you just got gut-punched upon hearing of someone else’s distress. A burden makes you gasp for air. It’s an unrelenting anguish for the soul of someone that we can meet only with uncompromising dedication. You and I can expect much from God when we pray like this. But it begins with the willingness to carry the burdens of others.

Moving on, yesterday I was reading the Evangelical Textual Criticism website (one of my favorites) and saw that the text of Matt. 1:7-8 (“Asaph” versus “Asa”) was being discussed. The ETC post is a kind of prolegomenon to the forthcoming Textual Commentary on the Tyndale House Greek New Testament (THGNT) by Dirk Jongkind and Elijah Hixson. The latter first lays out what he calls the “textual evidence” for both readings. What I find highly ironic is that in doing so he has to rely on evidence (the versional attestation) derived, not from his own Greek New Testament, but from the United Bible Societies Greek New Testament. As I begin teaching another year of introductory Greek, my students are asked to acquire a Greek New Testament that provides a sufficient amount of textual evidence upon which to base a sound judgment when a textual variant arises. By the way, I am assuming that all Greek students are committed to doing textual criticism. We are not only exegetes of the New Testament; we are students of its text. At least I hope so. For textual criticism lies at the very foundation of what we do as exegetes. Yes, I recognize that the art and science of textual criticism is often considered an unnecessary add-on to exegesis. Nevertheless, interest in this discipline is growing. My own students have to learn textual criticism in their second semester. That’s because there are some 2,000 significant textual variants in the Greek New Testament. And in order to be able to resolve textual problems satisfactorily, you’ve got to have access to all of the evidence — the Greek testimony PLUS the testimony of the ancient versions PLUS the testimony of the church fathers. For this reason, I personally recommend that my students acquire the UBS Greek New Testament despite the fact that think it has a tendency to over-value the early majuscules. At our 2000 Symposium on New Testament Studies, I recall my friend Keith Elliott talking about “the hypnotic effect of Aleph and B.” One might say there’s an almost over-fascination with the date of a manuscript instead of the date of its reading. However, you can have a later manuscript and it might still preserve an early reading. In fact, Westcott and Hort claimed they could recover the “New Testament in theOriginal Greek” based on the readings of two fourth-century Greek manuscripts (the papyri had yet to be discovered). So let’s say you’re deliberating whether or not the last 12 verses of Mark are original. You’ll often hear someone say, “These verses are absent from the earliest and best manuscripts.” This is quite vague, especially when you consider that these verses were apparently known to Justin (c. 160), Tatian (c. 170), and Irenaeus (c. 180), as James Snapp is always careful to point out. Their evidence would appear to push Mark 16:9- back into the second century, would it not? Why, then, isn’t this fact emphasized, along with the fact that both Vaticanus and Sinaiticus have features that suggest their copyists were aware of the missing verses?

It has been very refreshing, while perusing the THGNT, to note how conducive it is to rapid reading and devotional study. But such an approach, admirable as it may look at first sight, has some considerable drawbacks in my opinion, not least being the lack of 2/3rds of the evidence that I believe is necessary to do textual criticism. I’ll have more to say about recent editions of the Greek New Testament in the revision to my book New Testament Textual Criticism: A Concise Guide, which is a project I’ve added to my growing stack of revisions. Incidentally, our Greek Portal has a section devoted to textual criticism, including reviews of the THGNT. Clickhere if you’re interested in reading them.

Finally, I just signed up for the Patrick Henry Half Marathon to be held at Randolph-Macon College in beautiful Ashland, VA. The event is next Saturday. This will be half marathon #19 for me. What is my goal? Completion! If I can finish well under 3 hours, that would be awesome. I like half marathons because they don’t leave me so exhausted after the race (as compared to a marathon). I’m excited to do this one, if only because it’s a new course for me.

Off to the gathering. Have a great Lord’s Day!

What’s your favorite race distance?

Do use you use the Tyndale House Greek New Testament? What do you like most about it?

Paul says that each of us should carry our own burden of responsibility. But when that burden becomes too heavy to bear, God calls others to carry that load (Gal. 6:2, 5). How willing are you to carry the burdens of others in prayer?

Saturday, August 17

5:56 PM Oops. The race directors ofthis 50K race have pie on their face. They didn’t expect a woman to win and one did. That left them one award short. Come on, guys. We can do better than this.

5:34 PM Pictures tell a story way better than words do, so here are 3 photos from today’s race in the great city of Cary, NC. As you can see, the weather was über-perfect for a race.

Not only that, the motivation for running this race could not be better. I like races like this one — “Run for Life” — because you’re not just running but you’re raising money for a very good cause. Charities raise money in many different ways, including crowdfunding, raffles, bake sales, silent auctions, and walkathons. My favorite is the 5K race. Proceeds from today’s event benefited BirthChoice, an organization that has provided free service to pregnant women in Raleigh since 1971 by offering pregnancy testing, ultrasounds, and counseling services. Today’s sponsors were mostly the Roman Catholic churches in the greater Raleigh-Durham area. Social change can take place through several different means, including prayer, evangelism, argument, example, and action. Our willingness to get involved in something as simple as running a 5K because we believe in the cause of the unborn is a test of our authenticity as Christians. Both evangelism and social action are costly activities. Both are unpopular because they challenge our built-in selfishness. So let’s offer ourselves to God as agents of change. Every person at today’s race (with, I imagine, a rare exception or two) was there because they believe that the Gospel has a transformative power, and that Christ has commissioned His church to be effective salt and light in the world.

The race itself was a blast. I had 6 goals going into today’s race:

1) Finish.

2) Finish on the same day as the race. 🙂

3) Finish in under 35 minutes.

4) Finish in first place in my age group.

5) Run (not walk) the entire race.

6) Have fun.

Here we are approaching the finish line.

These runners kept me on pace throughout the race. The dude in the white shirt ended up beating me by seconds to win first place in my age division. Got to hand it to him: I tried to net him in but he was just too fast for me today.

Here’s what killed me today: 

This entire race it was so hard to know how to pace yourself because of the hills. Somehow I managed to maintain a (for me) respectable pace of 11:21. And I finished in well under 35 minutes. My key to a happy race is doing the best you can under the circumstances you find yourself in. If you want to move way out of your comfort zone, try the Cary Soccer Park course some time. It’s pretty humbling. But the comradery and depth of friendships you develop make every moment of suffering worth it.

I seriously can’t think of anything else to say about today’s race. Well, maybe one more thing. Running teaches you a lot of things. One of these lessons is that there’s no passivity in the attainment of Christlikeness. You don’t just sit there and do nothing. In fact, when you do nothing in life, something always happens (just don’t change the oil in your car or mow your yard and you’ll see what I mean). The apostle Paul often spoke of the Christian life as a race. Quite simply, we are running for our lives. We don’t let God do it all. We have to run from evil and run toward good. The apostle calls us all to be good runners. A healthy church is an athletic church. What we need to do is humble ourselves before God, seek the fullness and power of the Holy Spirit, and then match our biblical teaching with our compassionate outreach. No task is to be too menial or degrading to undertake for each other and for the world.

Charity races like the one I ran today speak with clarity and power to a confused and demoralized world with a message that is pure gold. God loves everybody, from the preborn to those in hospice care. And we who follow Christ are to be like Him in His incarnation, His service, His love, and His mission.

5:10 AM I still believe today what I’ve always believed: Teaching is one of the greatest vocations God can call us into. Since Becky went to see Jesus, I’ve somehow made it through to a new, better place. Our hearts are more resilient than we think, and the work of healing and transformation can do things you can’t even imagine from where you’re sitting now. Now is your time, my friend. Own it. Believe it. Become it. Walk in the path God has placed you in. Don’t get stuck in the past. And don’t try to second guess the future. Give today everything you’ve got. Never lose the dream.

A few odds and ends before I leave for the race:

1) Beginning Greek is about to start. If students can’t grasp the idea of how the Greek verb works (conjugation — ugh!), then the party’s over. Knowing a little Spanish will help. Mucho.

2) I highly recommend the Joshua Project for anyone wanting to know how to pray for the nations. 

3) In NT 2, we’re studying the Pauline epistles in their chronological order. One reason I treat 1-2 Thessalonians before Galatians is the absence of apostolos in their opening greetings. If you’d like to see what I mean at a glance, here’s a Power Point.

4) This morning I prayed Phil. 1:9-11 for my kids and grandkids. They will need love. They will need knowledge (love is never blind). They will need discernment (NLT: “I want you to understand what really matters”). And they will need a fruitful life (“By their fruit you will know them”). “Prayer is the very sword of the saints” (Francis Thompson). I need to unsheathe it more often.

5) For what it’s worth, I enjoy listening to John Stott’s sermons. His series on Ephesians is outstanding. His sermon titles are always catchy and, hence, memorable. I bet you can complete the following message titles:

  • Amazing ______.

  • When everything begins and _____.

  • History and _________.

  • New life — new ________.

  • Unity and _________.

  • Be what you ___.

  • Spiritual weapons for spiritual ________.

6Daily Dose of Greek continues to amaze me. Greek student, bookmark it today.

7) Why your kids should study Latin, the “other” classical language. (You see: I’m not biased after all.)

Friday, August 16

7:02 PM Ok, all you kids out there. I see that tomorrow’s 5K in Cary has only 7 people over the age of 65 competing. The oldest is an 80-year old female. That’s nothing. Last year Julia “Hurricane” Hawkins set a world record for her age group for the 100-meter dash at the age of 102. I know I’ve told you many times that I plan on running till I drop. Hey, I’m just getting started. My philosophy is to embrace the older years but never give into the “I’m too old for that” mentality. Sure, I might have to work harder than other runners, and I may have to slow down more as I get older, and, sure, recovery time takes longer, and yes, you notice a few more creaks and aches, and you do, of course, become more injury prone, but I’m smarter and wiser than I was in my youth. At least I think I am. (You’d have to ask my kids to be sure.)

I hope I can run for many, many more years. Club 65+ ain’t so bad!

6:15 PM Hey folks! Here’s a saying I’d like you to consider. “Christians are self-feeders.” That thought occurred to me today while meeting with a student. We were talking about the teaching ministry of the church. Many Christians try to live off a once-a-week feeding regiment. No wonder they’re starving. On our farm we’ve raised just about everything — goats, chickens, horses, beef cattle, and even sheep. How do shepherds feed their sheep? They don’t! Shepherds do not feed their sheep (or goats or chickens or horses or cattle) — they lead them to good pasture where the sheep feed themselves. Ever thought about that?

Of course, there are exceptions. Last year, when one of our mama goats died after giving birth, I bottle fed her baby. But that’s the exception that proves the rule. “Christians are to be self-feeders.” In order to mature and to grow, I have to feed myself. In other words, instead of expecting others to do what I’m supposed to do, I can take responsibility for my personal spiritual growth. Christianity is not Gnosticism, where only a few “insiders” can understand the Bible. Indeed, all good preaching on Sunday should lead people to the Scriptures and encourage them to read and study the Bible for themselves. If we are trying to live off the words of others, we are resisting God’s best truth delivery system and His most gifted teacher, the Holy Spirit.

Pastor friend, if we only serve precooked meals, we condemn our churches to perpetual immaturity. I would like to see more local churches equipping their people with the tools they need to do personal Bible study. This is one reason I’m so excited about theapologetics conference coming up next month at Clearview Church in Henderson. Sometimes it’s not easy to read the Bible on our own. But we must struggle to do so. I’m looking forward to learning a lot about Bible study from Drs. Meade and Gurry during the conference. It goes without saying that we must study the Scriptures until we have become really familiar with them. This conference, I hope and pray, will be an aid in helping us to do just that.

So there you have it. A (fairly) brief blog post for a Friday!

Thursday, August 15

7:55 PM Just ordered this book from Amazon. Can’t wait to dig into it. You’ve likely never heard of it. Neither had I. But what a great title.

6:58 PM Takeaways from today’s faculty workshop:

Best quote: “Our greatest mission field is not telling people to go ‘over there’ but to go back to work on Monday.”

Best book mentioned: Henri Nouwen, Reflections on Christian Leadership.

Best neologism: “Sychar Moment” (how Jesus treated the Samaritan woman with love even as He told her the truth.

Best neologism (runner up): “Pracademician” (an academic who practices what he or she preaches).

Best stat: 61 percent of people in church are female.

Best recommendation: Have live preachers at your satellite churches (1) to emphasize the relational aspect of ministry and (2) to train up new pastors.

Looking forward to Day 2.

Wednesday, August 14

6:12 PM Nice day today. Had a 45-minute workout, then ran 4 miles on the track at a pretty good pace for an old man.

The whole time I listened to great sacred music — Gabrielli, Lauridsen, Rutter. All in Latin of course. Learn Latin if for no other reason than to listen to the world’s greatest worship music.

O magnum mysterium, 
et admirabile sacramentum, 
ut animalia viderent Dominum natum, 
jacentem in praesepio! 
Beata Virgo, cujus viscera 
meruerunt portare 
Dominum Christum. 
Alleluia. 

Great mystery indeed! I weep every time I hear this. Unbelievably beautiful. Thank God for music. 

In the meantime, I’ve come up with this schedule of races to top off the running year. (This is a work in progress in case you’re wondering.)

  • Saturday, Aug. 17: Run for Life 5K, Cary, NC.

  • Saturday, Aug. 24: Patrick Henry Half Marathon, Ashland, VA.

  • Saturday, Sept. 28: Virginia 10-Miler, Lynchburg, VA.

  • Sunday, Oct. 13: Chicago Marathon, Chicago, IL. (WHOOP WHOOP ALERT)

  • Saturday, Dec. 7: Race 13.1, Raleigh, NC.

Not sure what else I might add this year. I would love to climb Elbert this year but I don’t think that’s going to happen. Maybe next summer. I mean, there’s something about climbing the highest 14-er in the Rockies. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.

Great rest of the week to you all!

10:22 AM The Clearview Apologetics Conference is only one month away!

It will feature John Meade and Peter Gurry of Phoenix Seminary. Both are excellent speakers and experts in the field of text and canon. To register, gohere. Overall, there’ll be lots of good info.

9:56 AM This week begins year #43 of teaching for me. It kicks off with our annual faculty worship tomorrow and Friday. I’m eager to see my colleagues and friends again after the summer hiatus. This morning I’m reviewing my writing goals for the upcoming academic year. For me, writing is the ultimate act of self-awareness. Whenever I write, I end up knowing more about myself than I did 60 minutes earlier. Writing has become a huge part of my life. It opens my heart and mind to the things of God like little else. Failure to communicate with each other locks us out of genuine relationships. If I’m sitting here with my thoughts and feelings locked up inside me and you’re sitting there doing the same thing, communication has been pushed aside.

Of course, not all of my writing will be of the academic kind this year. For one thing, I will continue to blog. “Is that genuine writing?” someone asks. It is for me. I’ve been blogging for almost 14 years now. I find that the very act of forming words out of my life helps me understand it. My life is richer and more meaningful because there are words in it. Writing is not just something I do. It is me. My blog enables me to see where I’ve been and where I’m going. In a sense, it shapes my destiny. It’s a yardstick of my pilgrim’s progress. It enables me to see how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go. Six years ago, when loss walked in and crumbled my life, I realized more than ever that I needed the outlet of blogging. Without question, blogging strengthens my internal resolve. I become what I write.

Last week I had lunch with a friend in Hawai’i who reads my blog. He was bemoaning the fact that so few bloggers have carried on and seem to have changed over to Facebook or Twitter. I could resonate. I find very few blogs that I read with regularity compared to what I could find 5 or 10 years ago. Even if no one read my words, I think I would continue to blog. I feel like I’m writing not only to myself but to my friends. Blogging forces me to organize my thoughts. As I share with my blogging audience what I’m thinking about and doing, those thoughts and deeds become clearer to me. I don’t care about my traffic or numbers. I never look at my stats. And I don’t really have a strategy for my daily blogging. I fly by the seat of my pants usually. I love the spontaneity of blogging. My only rule for blogging is that I don’t force anything or write a post that I think everybody is “expecting” me to write. I don’t blog if I don’t feel inspired. I’d infinitely rather read a blog that’s honest than a Facebook entry any day. It’s fun to read how people are coping with their lives. Some of us are doing better than others, but we can all learn from one another. Blogging is just sheer fun, and I enjoy sharing my experiences with you all.

If you’re one of the bloggers I read regularly, thank you for doling out perspective. You may not have known that’s what you were doing, but your readers need to hear from you.

What are your favorite blogs?

If you could choose blogging over Facebook, which would you choose?

What would you tell ME if we were sitting down at Starbucks having a cuppa together?

9:05 AM This morning, as I stared at the elephant shapes in the clouds, I remembered that a week ago I was watching a beautiful sunrise in Hawai’i. On both occasions, the majesty of God was all around me, and I was grateful. God’s artistry is not limited to a gorgeous morning in Paradise. It’s evident everywhere if only we would have the eyes to notice it.

Gratefulness is not exactly the same thing as thankfulness. Thankfulness is the response to a favor done. It’s the reply to a gift. It’s the “Thank you!” after a blessing. Gratefulness is more an attitude, a joy and contentment before anything is even given to us. It’s a disposition we carry with us into our day, whether or not life is going our way. It’s the “Praise the Lord!” without any guarantee of blessings. It’s our “Yes” to God before He answers our prayers. In 1 Thess. 5:18, Paul says we are to be thankful in all things. Perhaps we could also translate this as “Be grateful in all things.” God wants us to accept whatever He brings into our lives. We can complain about what we don’t have or be grateful for what we do have. Today I choose the latter. When people look at me today, I want them to see someone who is gushing with gratefulness. No other quality of life will be sufficient for the long haul.

Tuesday, August 13

5:10 PM I need to get these:

5:02 PM Some of the points we’ll be discussing from this book in our NT 2 class this fall:

  • “When “Go” Replaces “Come to Us”

  • The Costly Nature of Grace

  • The Kingdom Transcends All Church Forms

  • Tearing Down the Sacred/Secular Divide

  • Incarnational Engagement with the Wider Culture

  • Evangelism as a Way of Life, Not Just an Event

  • A Family, Not an Institution

  • A People Rather than a Place

  • A Movement on a Mission

  • Moving the Eucharist from an Occasional Observance to a Central Practice

  • Welcoming Those Who Are Different

  • Moving from Perceived Arrogance to Transparent Humility

  • Moving from Speaking about Grace to Grace Speaking through Lives

  • Moving from Having an Agenda to Letting the Holy Spirit Carry the Agenda

  • From Social Programs to a Socially Engaged Way of Life

  • Moving from Merely Proclaiming a Message to Demonstrating Personal Concern

  • Moving from a Dualistic to a Holistic Gospel

  • Moving from Serving in the Church to Serving Christ in Vocations

  • Fostering Full Participation

  • Encouraging Interactivity and Dialogue

  • Including All Ages in Worship Gatherings

  • Bringing Openness and Vulnerability

  • Prioritizing Authenticity over Relevancy

  • From the Vision of the Leader to the Vision of All

  • From Leadership Based on Willingness to Leadership based on Gifting

  • From Exclusive Decision Making to Inclusive Consensus Building

  • Team Leadership

  • From Mediators of God to Facilitators of Ministry

  • From Equipping Members to Equipping Missionaries

  • Embracing Liturgy

  • Restoring the Centrality of the Eucharist

  • Fostering a Worshipful Way of Life

What do you think? Do you agree with any of these? Disagree?

9:08 AM Been translating the book of 1 John. Here’s a sample of the first paragraph of the letter — quite a doozy syntactically!

And get this. “Kailua” is now a brand name.

Can’t believe it. My little home town a marketing slogan. Who woulda thunk it.  

Monday, August 12

5:54 PM So you think I can be content with just one blog post about my trip? Ha. Hawai’i did not disappoint. I got a great deal on airfare. Yesterday, when I was checking in at the airport, I was offered $1,500 if I’d give up my seat to let a dead-heading United pilot use it while I took a flight that connected in Chicago instead of Newark. That was a no-brainer. 1,500 bucks is a lot of moolah when you travel as much as I do.

Competitive airfares aside, the best thing about Hawai’i is that it’s — Hawai’i. A place with no ethnic minorities. A place where all nationalities and races mix. I think the fact that I can get along with everyone and I love all nationalities has something to do with growing up there. Music, language, cuisine — they’re all mixed together in Hawai’i.

And the flowers. Oh my. Plumeria, anthuriums, gardenias, pikake, hibiscus. But these are all mere adornments to the beaches. Growing up in Hawai’i you learn to love the beach — its warm sand, its flowing palm trees, the sound of breaking waves. When you leave, you miss everything about the Islands. Today it’s the food, tomorrow the surf, then your friends, the sunrises, the hospitality, the trade winds, the jagged mountain ranges  … all in one place, next to each other. When Hawai’i takes your heart away, you never fully get it back — unless, of course, you’re in Hawai’i.

Above all, Hawai’i is the place where I first came to know a man named Jesus and to hear His call to be Christlike in His incarnation, His service, His love, His patience, and His mission. Growing up in the Hawaiian Jesus Movement, Jesus never ceased to attract me. It was in Hawai’i that I saw Him for the radical that He was — impatient with the traditions of the elders and the conventions of institutions, a merciless critic of the establishment, a lover of sinners. When I was a teenager I read the Gospels over and over again. For us Jesus Freaks, the church was a family, with God its Father and Jesus its Leader and Lord. I still feel my grasp of the church is undergirded by the years I spent in the Islands. What was so liberating about this time in my life was that theology seemed to engage with real life. We shared a vision of the future that was a renewal of creation, not an escape from it. I started to read a lot of books. I began to see that Christianity was a way of life — orthodox to be sure, but happy to give itself away for others. I got excited about the Bible and went off to Biola. I was especially interested in missions and, in fact, almost did my Ph.D. at Tübingen under the famous missiologist Peter Beyerhaus. My missions professors at Biola were filled with biblical wisdom, candor, honesty, and plans for practical action. I loved to sit and read, to dream and pray. I did a lot of this in Hawai’i this past week in fact!

Even as a teenager, I began to discover that joy is to be found, not in discarding the yoke of Christ, but in submitting to it. I was determined to believe and obey what I understood to be the clear teaching of the Word of God. I’ve had to learn to climb the Hill called Calvary and from that vantage point survey all of the tragedies I’ve faced in life. The Gospel of Jesus Christ doesn’t solve the problem of suffering. Instead, it provides the indispensable perspective from which to view it. Christians bounce back from lousy situations. It’s in our DNA.

How have you dealt with suffering in your life? I know many of you have dealt with all kinds of hardships and disappointments. Throughout my life I’ve believed that one of the reasons we go through hardships is so that we can hold up someone else who may need it. Everyone suffers. But then we get perspective, rise above the situation, yield to God’s view of the matter, and take away what we were supposed to learn. My life as a child and teenager in Hawai’i was not all fun and games. But I tried not to let the bad things consume me. When bad things come our way, we can acknowledge them but we don’t have to let them control us. The one thing that’s helped me to overcome the bad times is my trust in the Lord and His plan for my life. With the 6th anniversary of Becky’s home-going just around the corner, I know I’ll make it through. With love. His love. His aloha.

We are more resilient than we think. Everything can be endured, my friend. Just do the best you can in the strength and wisdom of the Lord.  

12:44 PM Just got back. I can’t thank the Lord enough for His gift of Hawai’i. I must be the luckiest man on the planet. The pure air, the beauty of the seascape, the stillness and seclusion, together make a uniquely satisfying combination of undeserved blessings. It’s hard for me to imagine a greater contrast between Rosewood Farm and the shore of Kailua Beach, yet each has its own fascination and I revel in them both. As soon as you leave this place you want to come back. Maybe next year!

Monday, August 5

3:06 AM One word says it all:

ALOHA!

Sunday, August 4

6:45 PM One of the books I’m taking with me to Hawai’i is Haddon Robinson’s Biblical Preaching.

Man does he connect with his audience. Just check out this message he gave at a DTS graduation service.

I had many opportunities to listen to Prof. Robinson in person when I was visiting my wife’s home church in Dallas. He has been called the modern-day prince of preachers. One of his “Haddonisms” was “A mist in the pulpit is a fog in the pew.” Down to earth yet always biblical. Praise God.

6:15 PM After church today I decided to get in a 10-mile run at the High Bridge Trail in Farmville. I took a lot of water with me because today’s real feel was 98 degrees and there was a threat of thunderstorms. Thankfully the latter never materialized. My goal is to run/bike/swim at least 100 miles every month between now and marathon day. I averaged 100 miles/month when I trained for the St. George (Utah) Marathon and felt that all those miles were partly responsible for the marathon PR I got there. For the race on Oct. 13 in Chicago, I have three goals:

  • My A goal: Get a new PR.

  • My B goal: Finish well under 6 hours.

  • My C goal: Finish before the course closes.

Today I managed a pretty good pace (hovering around 5.5 miles per hour) despite the heat. The key to running in hot weather (and not dying) is:

  • Always take hydration with you, even if you’re only going 3-4 miles.

  • Drink a large glass of water one hour before you run.

  • Stay on the shady side of the path.

  • Take it slow and steady.

  • Run in the morning if you can.

  • It’s okay to walk part of the way.

  • Wear loose, wicking clothing.

  • Don’t forget sun block.

  • Dump water on your head every so often.

  • Wear a white hat.

Heat cannot be bargained with. If you try, it will win every time.

This is the absolute worst time of the year to train in Virginia. You are always too hot. The intensity of the summer sunshine makes you want to curl up into a ball in front of your home air conditioner. That said, if you’re smart and careful, you should manage okay. Speaking of the weather, I see that a tropical storm is passing just to the north of O’ahu, bringing with it waves measuring up to 12 feet at Kailua Beach. Currently there’s a high surf advisory in effect for all east-facing beaches. A surfer’s paradise! 

8:45 AM It’s just a small spot in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. It’s easy to miss on a map. Yet O’ahu packs an amazing amount into a relatively small island — a fascinating history, a rich and diverse culture, and, of course, the world’s best beaches, including the place where I was raised (Kailua Beach, just voted the # 1 beach in the U.S.). I took my first trip to O’ahu on June 9, 1952. I arrived, you might say, rather miraculously at Kapiolani Hospital, leaving my dark home in the wee hours of the morning. That’s when my Hawaiian adventure began to unfold.

“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to” (Unknown).

When I left Hawai’i for college in 1971, I shook off the past. My perspective was shifting from island boy to language student and eventually language teacher. The “Big Big Island” (mainland) held so many attractions for a keiki from Kailua. There’s a moment, however, when everything in your life shifts back to your roots. For many years, Hawai’i was just my birthplace. It was used on legal documents to uniquely identify me as a person (birth certificate, passports, etc.). I “hailed from Hawaii” but it was no longer “home” for me. It’s subtle, but when you leave your birthplace to relocate in another state, you realize you’ve joined a whole new reality. Today, my “world” is much bigger than a 597-square mile island. But can’t the local boy go “local” again for a week or two each year? After all, you’ve fallen in love with O’ahu once more, and even though you will never live there again you catch yourself saying things like, “I was so very blessed to have grown up in Hawai’i.”

“Where we love is home — home that our feet may leave but not our hearts” (Oliver Wendell Holmes).

Hometowns are always special. Just think of all those happy childhood memories — the drive-in where you got plate lunches, the skate board races at your high school, going North Shore fo surf. Home is a place where you don’t need to put any effort into fitting in. The way of life, the local dialect, the regular pace of life (slooooow) put you at ease the moment you arrive at Honolulu Airport. You can’t explain it, but even the food tastes better there. My guess is that my first meal in Kailua will be Crispy Gau-Gee Min with Vegetables at the New Mui Kwai Chop Suey restaurant on Oneawa St. My oh my. Broke da mout ono.

And you know the best thing of all? The people. Silly or crazy, kama’aina or haole, they’re your people. Hawai’i is not just a place for me. It’s 19 years of my life. It’s my aunties and uncles and cousins and friends. It’s my colony. It’s my ‘hood. It had a huge part in making me what I am today. And in that sense, I guess it will always be home sweet home.

Saturday, August 3

7:30 AM This morning I began a study of 1 John. Of course, one of the versions I’m using is Hawaiian Pidgin. A good test case of a translation is 1 John 3:9 — a verse the CSB renders as:

Everyone who has been born of God does not sin, because his seed remains in him; he is not able to sin, because he has been born of God.

Is this John’s point in 1 John 3:9? His message, rather, seems to be twofold:

1) The Christian does not continue to sin.

2) The Christian cannot go on sinning.

Note carefully:

1) John is not denying the possibly of sin in the Christian. To deny sin is to be a liar (1 John 1:5-10).

2) If John is not arguing against the impossibility of sin in the Christian, then what is he arguing against? The incongruity of sin. Our new nature in Christ is a strong internal pressure toward holiness. In the words of John Stott, ” … the sin a Christian ‘does not’ and ‘cannot’ do is habitual and persistent sin.” When a Christian sins, “he is overwhelmed by grief and repentance afterwards.” Hence the GNB translation that true believers “do not continue to sin”:

Those who are children of God do notcontinue to sin, for God’s very nature is in them; and because God is their father, theycannot continue to sin.

This idea is reflected in several other versions. Here’s a sampling:

  • Nueva Versión Internacional: no puede practicar pecado.

  • Nuova Riveduta 2006: e non può persistere nel peccare.

  • Neue Genfer Übersetzung: Gott ist sein Vater geworden — wie köntte er danoch sündigen!

  • GOD’S WORD Translation: they can’t live sinful lives.

  • The Message: It’s not in the nature of the God-begotten to practice and parade sin.

I don’t think this point is made very clear in the CSB or in other translations such as the Luther Bible:

Wer aus Gott geboren ist, der tut nicht Sünde, denn dein Same bleibt bei ihm; und er kann nicht sündigen.

So, how did the Hawaiian Pidgin Bible render our text? I think it nails it:

Whoeva God’s kids no stay do bad kine stuff, cuz jalike God stay live inside dem now. Dey no stay do bad kine stuff, cuz dey come from God.

You’ll notice that Pidgin does not merely say “Dey no do bad kine stuff.” Instead, it says “Dey no stay do bad kine stuff.” That’s a big difference. In other words, let’s learn to tell God the truth about how we’re doing. If we’ve messed up, let’s say it. If we’ve sinned, let’s say it. The holy practice of confession creates a healthy faith. This is enormously important theology. And no, it’s not based merely on the Greek tenses used here. Friends, I think it’s possible to over-exegete the Greek tenses. I also think it’s possible to under-exegete them. And don’t think for a minute that the debate over verbal aspect is going to go away soon. Here’s a book I got recently.

And here’s what it says about verbal aspect:

“Much confusion.” I’ll say.

Greek may be convoluted but the kingdom is not: Act justly, love mercy, and walk humbly. Faithfulness is not easy but it’s simple. Our supernatural birth (as God’s “seed”) keeps us from habitual sin. “If we would be loyal to his first coming and ready for his second, we must purify ourselves, as he is pure. By so doing we shall give evidence of our birth of God” (John Stott).

Meanwhile, today it’s back to my training program. My goal is to stay healthy and balanced while doing it. (Easier said than done.) Up until the marathon, I plan to alternate hard and easy weeks, mixing in a few races (like tonight’s) in between. I feel strong physically and mentally thank the Lord. There’s only thing better than meeting my goals and that is watching people I love meet theirs. Folks, if we allow ourselves to be ourselves and God to be God, I believe we have a fighting chance!

Friday, August 2

2:24 PM Vacationing in Hawai’i? Here are some more characteristics of Hawaiian Creole (aka Pidgin):

  • Absence of th sounds. Think becomes tink and the becomes da.

  • Non-rhotic. (We no can say “r.”) Letter is letta and poor is poa.

  • The letter -l at the end of a word often becomes -o. Mental is mento, people ispeopo.

  • Verbs of being are often omitted or replaced by stay. Da house big. Da cup stay on top da table.

  • Wen is used to express past tense. Jesus wept is Jesus wen cry.

  • The future tense is expressed by goin’. I goin’ town bumbai for I will go to town (Honolulu) later.

Pidgin is as common as Spam is in the Islands. Lord willing, I’ll be there on Monday. I know I’ll feel at home again when someone says to me, “Try wait” or “Pass me da kine.”

 

1:10 PM Just signed up for tomorrow’s 5K in Durham. It’s called theBull Moon Ride and Run. The race starts at 7:45 pm. All proceeds go to Habitat for Humanity Durham. I’ve done this race twice. The post-race block party is fabulous.

12:58 PM New from Southern Utah University:5 Benefits of Getting Outside. Great idea. Think I’ll try it now.

Thursday, August 1

5:38 PM Today I had the joy and honor of being interviewed by Abidan Shah of Clearview Church for his podcast Carpe Mañana. His entire staff joined us for the interview.

We talked mostly about my books Running My Race and They Will Run and Not Grow Weary. Abidan wanted to know why I began running 5 years ago. I told the story of how 10 years ago Becky was diagnosed with stage 4 endometrial cancer, which had already spread to her lymph nodes. About how we fought this dreaded disease for 4 years. About how her treatments were as awful as her illness. About how it made me both angry and sad that cancer could attack my wife so viciously and there was nothing I could do to stop it. About how Becky sought comfort in her Bible and with her Lord. About how her last prayer request was that she would be able to finish her autobiography before God called her Home. About how on the morning of Nov 2, 2013, I heard an unearthly gasp as my 60-year old wife took her last breath. About how running provided mental relief and emotional release for me as I focused on something other than my grief. About how my loss pushed me to the edges of sorrow as well as hope and inspiration. Running was just what I needed at the time. It allowed me to get outdoors, clear my head, think about something else for a long time, empty out the accumulated emotions, and grieve the loss. Running became for me a way both to deal with and avoid the emotional pain of Becky’s death.

Why am I telling you all this? I remember being up against the fear, the insecurity, the challenges of grief. Some days I still am. Maybe you are up against some of these same things today. That’s why I was excited when Abidan ask me if I would be willing to talk about these books. I hope I’ve been a good role model for others, especially for my kids and grandkids. I have learned that life never gets easier, it just shifts. Through suffering I’ve returned to the absolute sovereignty of God. Am I so in love with my plans for my life that I am unwilling to bow to His? Or do I plot the course and expect Him to follow it? God takes no orders from us. He is Lord. Yet the One who is Lord invites us to His rest, and His Holy Spirit is still our Comforter. I can’t imagine the widower who has no balm of heaven with which to meet the fiery darts of the Evil One. I don’t need a religion that denies the existence of evil and sin and death. Our Lord refused to meet the ills of life with a Pollyanna philosophy. He met them with Himself. “In the world you will have trouble. But be of good cheer. I have overcome the world.” Trouble is a reality, but we can cheer up for He has overcome all the world can throw at us.

I have to tell you. I had prided myself on staying strong as long Becky was alive. Then to be suddenly filled with self-doubt was a tough pill to swallow. It took me years before I could finally surrender it all to Jesus. In all of these uncertainties, He was my crutch. Today He’s my Rock, and I’m lost without Him. And He gave me the gift of running alongside every other blessing. I can’t thank Him enough.

Well, there you go. That’s my update/vent. The healing effect that getting outdoors and spending time alone with God is phenomenal. It’s such a gift.  

P.S. These arrived today. The Hendricksen commentaries are simply the best. Scholarly yet practical and pastoral. I can’t recommend them enough.

8:36 AM Here’s why I run:

1) Praise. Running reminds me how shockingly gracious God is, and how free we are to love Him back with all our mind, soul, strength, and bodies. Yes, with our body, that physical thing wrapped around me that tells me I’m in my mid-60s when I’m really only 45. It’s His, all His, but it matters what we do with it.

2) Appreciation. For the men and women and boys and girls I see out on the course every time I lace up. Who would have known how great the running community has turned out? I’ve met some really amazing people from all over the nation and even the world at racing events. Now if only fewer of them over 65 would run, I might have a shot at a medal.

3) Fitness. Live long enough and it becomes clear that health is a pure gift of the Lord. One of the best parts of being human is taking care of the “tent” He’s given us. No, we don’t live and breathe for health. We live for the love of Jesus and for the love of our families and for the love of a lost world. Honestly, that’s why taking care of our bodies matters.

4) Challenge. Every day, every week, every month there are new goals to accomplish. What a chance to really test our limits. I deeply believe that God wants this for us, that He delights in seeing us challenge ourselves with bigger and greater goals. So few of us live up to our God-given potential. What a loss. What a tragedy. We can never get those years back again.

5) Happiness. Running is like a drug. I am a happier person because of activity. It helps me cope with all the “stuff” in my life.

Thank you, running!

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Wednesday, July 31

8:58 AM As you know, I once took a semester off from Biola and went back to Hawai’i because I was burned out. The urgent had regularly crowded out the important, and I just needed to put body and soul back together again. Well, ever since Becky passed away I’ve been going back to Hawaii for much the same reason. Because the culture there is so laid back, and the weather so perfect, it’s an opportunity to allow God to draw me up into His heart and to refocus on the important and (if need be) adjust my priorities accordingly. Pastor friend, be gentle with yourself. I don’t mean to sound condescending, but bench yourself if necessary. Ministry is slow and often maddening. You move from one crisis to another. Don’t imagine that you can serve and serve and serve and leave rest out of the equation. I’m starting my 43rd year of teaching. Honestly, the last thing I need right now is burnout. Discipleship is more than Bible study. It’s spending time with Jesus.

Sometimes it’s through subtraction and not addition that transformation takes place. We rest well to work better. It’s a paradox. But those who’ve experienced it can testify to it.

8:34 AM C. S. Lewis (Narrative Poems):

My love’s laughter is light falling/Through broad branches in brown woodland,/On a cold fountain, in a cave darkling,/A mild sparkling in mossy gloom.

Yes, I still miss her.

7:48 AM Was just watching a video of Dr. James Rosscup of the Masters Seminary (my former teacher at Talbot) lecturing on hermeneutics. He said something to this effect:

The Holy Spirit is to be resident in our lives. And that’s exactly what happened when we received Christ. The Holy Spirit also wants to be president in our lives. He wants to guide our daily steps.

Of the nine fruits of the Spirit mentioned by Paul in Galatians, you will notice that love tops the list. Love is always a mark of a Christian. When we see discord and backbiting maybe it’s because we aren’t keeping in step with the Spirit. Christ said, “If you love only those who love you, what reward is there for that?” Love is always patient and kind and forbearing and eager to turn a blind eye toward others’ faults. It keeps no record of wrong doing. “All mankind loves a lover,” said Ralph Waldo Emerson. And Christians (little Christs) should be the world’s best.

6:45 AM Well, it’s the last day of July so we might as well talk about the month of August.

August 1 (as in tomorrow): Dentist in South Boston for teeth cleaning. I go through this torture every 6 months. My hygienist hates my crooked teeth. Is threatening to use a chain saw to remove all the plaque she finds. Would help if I flossed more but I’m too lazy. Then I have an interview at 1:00 in Henderson, NC, about my new book They Will Run and Not Grow Weary. There’s no reason I wrote this book other than the fact that I always wanted to write a book about running. Problem is, they won’t let you write a book for runners unless you are one, and most of my life I wasn’t.

August 2: Back to campus to put the final touches on the editing of our book on Greek linguistics for Baker. My daughter, who is visiting with her family from Alabama, has also been reading it and catching typos I never found. Sharp-eyed girl, she.

August 5: Fly home to Hawai’i. It’s incredible that today I work as a Greek teacher and have even published a few books since I used to be the most undisciplined, laid back kanaka in the Islands. It still haunts me what I could have become in life had I actually studied in high school.

August 11: I’m registered for the Rex Wellness Sprint Triathlon in Garner. Only problem is, when I registered for the race I forget that I was going to be in Hawai’i on that day. Oh well. Hope my fees are going to a good cause because I won’t be there.

August 15-16: Faculty workshop.

August 17: Run for Life 5K at the Wake Med Soccer Park in Cary. Tough course, great cause.

August 22: Convocation and first day of classes. This fall I’m teaching Advanced Greek Grammar, Greek 1, and NT 2. Imagine that. I, the classic dropout from beginning Greek, am teaching Greek. God sure does have a sense of humor. From the depths of ineptitude, I want my students to find inspiration. If you’re a new Greek student this semester my advice for you — and I know you will be shocked — is to stop buying into all your excuses and begin believing you can actually do this. The moment you listen to your brain telling you why you can’t learn Greek, you might actually start believing it.

I’m also reminded that there are only 10 weeks to go before I leave for Chicago. No, I’m not happy with my current training schedule. Preparation is everything in life. If all I had to do was train everyday, that would be one thing. So I’m not going to freak out just because I didn’t prepare for the race as well as I should have or wanted to. I’m just grateful my body allows me to do the things I demand of it, within reason of course. Today it’s back to the weights and then I’ll get in a 45-miniute swim. Yes, I do want to train well for the marathon. But mostly I just want to stay fit and healthy.

Be honest: Are you pushing yourself too hard in life? Too easy? Or just right?

Tuesday, July 30

8:22 PM Next year I’m thinking about climbing the Mount Nimbus Via Ferrata in Canada. Highlights include being 3,000 feet up while crossing a 200 foot long sky bridge.

Via Ferrata is Italian for “Iron Way.” The course consists of iron ladders, rungs, and bridges. I had such an amazing time a couple of years climbing the NRocks Via Ferrata in West Virginia.

My guide and I were the only climbers that day so we had the whole mountain to ourselves.

Via Ferrata are extremely popular in Europe; I climbed the one in Zermatt 3 years ago.

Today, however, was a day for the pool. Here are 9 — count ’em, nine — of my grandkids, aka, fish.

Grandfathering seems to be my badge of honor these days. I’m going to bed early, because being in the pool for 3 hours with your grandchildren is just not something calculated to make you feel well-rested.

7:34 AM Been enjoying some great nourishment these days. Mexican food with fam can’t be beat.

Then this morning I enjoyed a bite out of a New Testament epistle.

I love how the NEB renders James 1:17:

All good giving, and every perfect gift, comes from above, from the Father of the lights of heaven.

How paltry the NIV!

Every good and perfect gift is from above ….

It’s as if the Greek didn’t have two different words for “gift”! The ISV puts it like this:

Every generous act of giving and every perfect gift is from above ….

God is never fooled. He sees through our counterfeit lives. He knows when we’re just pretending to care. He wants to be a Giver in and through us. He wants giving — both the generous feeling and the things we give — to flow from a deep relationship with Him.

Think about that. Not a single thing we have ever given to someone is something we can take credit for. God gave us both the desire and the ability to give. Our works are always His works. There is nothing we can do, no matter how good or great, that God has not already worked in us. That said, the values we live by today are the values others will remember us by later. Do people see in Dave Black a generous man? As James puts it, faith is dead if it’s not accompanied by action.

Put your faith to the test today, my friend. Don’t just pray for others. Love them practically and actively. Help them when you can. Faith like that speaks louder than words.

Monday, July 29

7:46 AM As the book of Habakkuk was being read aloud in the assembly yesterday, I noticed something odd in 3:1. The reader said something like, “This is a prayer of Habakkuk the prophet according to Shigonioth.” My English version lacked the words “according to Shigonioth” and had a footnote that read, “Hebrew has an additional phrase, the meaning of which is unclear.” In fact, I noticed the words, “Hebrew unclear,” several times in the notes to Habakkuk. I thought to myself, “This could never happen in the New Testament. Translators would never leave a word untranslated because they had no earthly idea what it meant!”

Then I remembered….

Years ago I was studying the Gospel According to Mark. When I got to 7:3, I was flabbergasted. Here the RSV reads:

For the Pharisees, and all the Jews, do not eat unless they wash their hands.

There it was, in black and white — a Greek word left completely untranslated in the RSV. The note at the bottom of the page said:

One Greek word is of uncertain meaning and is not translated.

How could this be? I’d never seen anything like it before or since. The word is pugmē. I would literally translate it as “with a fist.” Here’s what other versions do with it:

NIV = “ceremonial washing”

NLT = “over their cupped hands”

ESV = “wash their hands completely”

NASB = “carefully wash their hands”

NET = “a ritual washing”

ASV = “wash their hands diligently”

I immediately began to look into this but eventually lost interest. (My half-written journal article lies buried in a computer somewhere.) The approach I was taking was to see if the word pugmē could be understood as a gesture — i.e., with a closed fist instead of an open hand. Maybe I’ll revisit the issue one day.

When I was working on the ISV New Testament, I found the whole thing quite intimidating. The challenge was great. The odds of failure were huge. The walls between me and the biblical text often seemed impenetrable. And yet. Through the art and science of lexicography, New Testament readers are in a good position to reach a fair level of certainty as to the possible meanings of the Greek words they encounter. Frankly, I have no idea what Mark meant by the expression “with a fist.” I notice that at the time I jotted down the words “a particularly vigorous scrubbing” in my Greek New Testament, but that was only a guess. I suppose the Greek could also mean “up to the wrist.”

The NRSV, incidentally, has reversed the decision of its predecessors. It reads “unless they thoroughly wash their hands.” A note, of course, is added:

Meaning of GK uncertain.

Such is life for a Bible translator! 

Sunday, July 28

8:45 PM I’m getting the guest house ready for my daughter and her family who are visiting from Alabama tomorrow. Meanwhile …

The message this morning covered the entire book of Habakkuk. I mean, all 3 chapters. It was fabulous. I had never before seen how important Hab. 2:4 is to the central argument of the book. No wonder this verse is so frequently quoted in the New Testament.

You know me. I’m always looking for takeaways from the Sunday messages I hear. There were so many of them today. Where do I begin? My son-in-law emphasized, among other things, how necessary it is for us to be in the word more than on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings. I kept nodding my head in agreement. The New Testament has a lot to say about the “daily.” We take up our cross daily, we exhort one another daily, Jesus promises to be with us daily, etc. And this is our constant prayer: “Give us today our daily bread.” The danger of the heights we reach on Sundays is that we may become complacent the rest of the week. Nowhere do we need God’s word more than in the “daily.”

I think we make a mistake when we limit this daily dose of God’s word to what are normally called “devotions.” Too many saints are content to read a chapter of the Bible and then let it go at that. The leftovers of time, of money, of devotion — this is no fit gift for the Giver of all good things. What would Habakkuk say to Christians who go to God’s word only when they can find nothing else to do? Recently I’ve been rereading this book.

I think it’s possibly the best introduction to biblical preaching ever written. Stott has a chapter called “The Call to Study.” Pastor-teachers, he insists, must give themselves to constant preparation. “There is no doubt that the best teachers in any field of knowledge are those who remain students all their lives” (p. 136). Stott then adds these quotes:

“None will ever be a good minister of the Word unless he is first of all a scholar” (Calvin).

“He who has ceased to learn has ceased to teach. He who no longer sows in the study will no more reap in the pulpit” (Spurgeon). 

“If I had only three years to serve the Lord, I would spend two of them studying and preparing” (Donald Grey Barnhouse).

I’ll add one more by Stott himself:

“If this book is the Word of God, then away with slovenly, slipshod exegesis!” (p. 138).

In the ISV, we translated the adjective didaktikon in 1 Tim. 3:2 as “teachable” instead of “able to teach.” We felt that this rendering better fit the context. The best pastor-teachers are lifelong learners. They are constantly expanding their minds and digging deeper and deeper into the things of God. A pastor/elder I highly esteem tweeted recently, “A pastor without a Bible is a pastor without authority.” There is an abundance of cheap Christianity today, with just enough prayer and Bible reading and service to get by. Few of us give our very best to the Master. I know I don’t. Often my work for the kingdom is routine and perfunctory. I keep having to ask myself, “When my task is finished, will it be merely ‘done,’ or will it be ‘well done’?”

This morning, while fellowshipping with God’s people in Roxboro, I was reminded that the kingdom is no place for persons with their face pointed one way and their feet the other. We are never more foolish than when we try to substitute human thinking for God’s thoughts. Habakkuk knew that a lot of sound orthodoxy may coexist with outright disobedience to God. What we know intellectually must be obeyed volitionally.

“Those who are righteous will live because of their faithfulness to God” (Hab. 2:4). Righteousness. Life. Faithfulness. Get the combination right and the result is assured. Doctrine translated into duty brings delight.

Thank you, son, for the reminder!

7:48 AM Newer is not necessarily better. This is true of all areas of life, I think, but no truer than in biblical studies. This truth was brought home to me again this morning while reading this volume.

Though printed by Bloomsbury in 2015, it was first published by Sheffield Press way back when the ark landed on Ararat (1995). Most of my students weren’t even alive then. Of course, I read this book many years ago. But I have a big reading problem. I can never read a good book only once. This disorder started back when I was in seminary reading books by F. F. Bruce and Bruce Manning Metzger. At any rate, I’ve long been a fan of books about linguistics, so when I ordered this one I knew I was in for some pleasant surprises. If I could give you one example. The irrepressible Moisés Silva, in his chapter on “Discourse Analysis and Philippians,” writes the following. (Keep in mind that Silva is discussing the growing confusion on his part about the character of Greek discourse analysis).

Every researcher seems to be following his or her own agenda — usually quite an expansive agenda. Certain that the problem was not the early onset of senility, I picked up the recent and fine collection of papers edited by David Black, with the hopes of clarifying matters once and for all. My anxiety, however, was only aggravated to realize in a fresh way that discourse analysis is about … everything! It is grammar and syntax, pragmatics and lexicology, exegesis and literary criticism. In short, fertile ground for undisciplined minds.

Silva’s was a tough chapter to get through because it is so blatantly honest and on target. As he puts it, “… the more I read the more lost I feel.”

The offending tome.

There’s no need to fool ourselves into thinking that our discipline (New Testament Greek) has gotten any less confusing since Silva wrote that chapter 24 years ago. Conferences on linguistics like the one we recently had on our campus are not the solution either. Here’s what I think it’s going to take. It’s going to take someone (a multi-authored volume will not work) writing an understandable and simple (though not simplistic) introduction to New Testament Greek linguistics that puts the goods on the bottom shelf while not compromising scholarly integrity. It will probably have to be written by a non-specialist but rather by a dabbler and someone who has proven him- or herself to be an effective classroom teacher. I will not try to say who I think would do us a very great service by writing this book, though I have in fact spoken to that individual and let them know my thoughts. The goal would be, in the words of Silva, ” … to encourage these obviously competent scholars to work a little harder at helping us see the significance of their contribution.” I used to try to write such books, but the time has come to pass that torch on to the next generation.

Meanwhile, I’m gearing up to hear one son-in-law teach this morning in one church while another son-in-law teaches in another church. (Wish I was ubiquitous.) They are both excellent Bible teachers. Both of them, too, love Greek, and I’m sure both would benefit tremendously by the book I described above. Now if only that person I talked to would write it!

Saturday, July 27

9:35 PM Only 9 days to rubbah slippahs and:

  • You stay hungry?

  • Get choke grindz dea.

  • Cute da baby.

  • You like talk da kine?

  • No ack lidat.

  • Watchu stay doing?

  • Mo’ bettah.

  • Bumbai.

  • Kapakahi.

  • I tink dat buggah crack block a’ready.

  • Like beef? (Tinking back to my high school dayz. Ugh. I no like catch cracks.)

  • I need go da babba shop.

  • Who wen cockroach da icebox?

  • Whateva.

  • To da max.

  • Bo da dem.

  • Kaukau.

  • Ono.

  • Not my kuleana.

  • Pilikia.

  • Boddah you?

  • K den.

  • Kawika (my name).

  • You pau?

  • Plate Lunch (da bestest!).

Yep. I grew up bi-lingual. Hawaiian Pidgin is not an accent, dialect, slang, or jargon. It’s a language. Half the state’s population of 1.4 million speaks it. Pidgin not only one language. Ees da way all kine peopo in Hawai’i tink. Even get one Bible in Pidgin called da Jesus Book. You know, da language been officially reckonoticed. Fo realz! Da U.S. Census Bureausay so. So garans I go talk da kine wen I stay Kailua. Caz in Hawai’i, we get time fo talk story an no need fo do erryting wikiwiki all da time.

Mahalo nui loa! 

5:02 PM These were waiting for me in my mailbox when I got home today. Woohoo!

Books and bananas have about the same value in my home.

4:32 PM Today I did a 5K in Morrisville/Raleigh. My goal was to run at a 10 minute/mile pace or faster. But the course threw me for a loop. It turned out to be a lot hillier than I expected. On a Hill Scale of 1 to 10, I’d rate this at about a 52.

Dude, is this Raleigh or the Himalayas?

Not sure what I was thinking when I signed up to do this race. The gun goes off and you think, “I need a Sherpa.” (Actually, no gun went off. Someone shouted “Go.”) As always, there is a plethora of really fit people around me who gradually disappear into the horizon. Finally, the finish. Even though I didn’t have a 10 minute pace, I did manage to maintain an even 11 minute/mile pace.

At least my eyelashes didn’t hurt.

I was the oldest runner out there today. I finished 24th out of 38 runners. A 23 year-old female beat me by 3 seconds. A 24 year-old male beat me by 5 seconds. A 19 year-old male beat me by 6 seconds. Braggarts. Here’s the thing about a 5K race. It almost always plants a seed that later blossoms into a desire to run a 10K, a half marathon, and then a marathon. Being a middle-of-the-packer can be incredibly demoralizing and discouraging if you let it. To top it off, in a small race there are no cheering crowds. But eventually, if you let it, a light bulb goes off in your brain that you are really doing something amazing. A race strips you of your defenses and lets you see a part of yourself you’ve never known before. The heart and soul of running is about beating back discouragement and obstacles and being determined to drive your body through the pain barrier. Someone has said that the degree of discomfort experienced when running a marathon is the worst that most men (and most women outside of childbirth) ever experience. Who cares? Eventually you fall head over heels for running. You begin to love the entire environment of a race. Even when you’re suffering like crazy, one thought keeps going through your mind: “I get to do this.”

While driving to Raleigh this morning, I kept thinking about a phrase in Romans 12. “The mercies of God.” I prayed, “Lord, thank you so so so much for the ability to get out of bed this morning and do this race today. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for healing my prostatitis. Thank you, dear God, for causing my piriformis muscle to feel so much better. Thank you for allowing me to live life to the fullest each and every day.” Runners can have an absolutely miserable race and still feel themselves to be the most blessed people on earth. Look at the runners today. Despite the adversity and exhaustion, everybody stayed amazingly positive. And why not? We get to do this. People generally try to avoid suffering. But in running, suffering is the norm. And it teaches you a valuable lesson: It’s possible to suffer and not give up. Just showing up for a race proves that you “dared greatly.”

To wrap things up, allow me to wax a little philosophical here and say that I realize that most of the people in my life don’t really care that I’m a runner or even care that I ran today’s race. I’m totally at peace with that. Sure, I love the challenge of racing, but it’s not my life. It’s totally an optional activity and I’m blessed to be able to do it, plain and simple. Realizing this helps keep racing fun.

So there you have it. Thank you for reading. You rock! (Unless you beat me in today’s race.)

Friday, July 26

8:44 AM This morning I was reading the blog of someone trying to raise support for the new ministry to which God had called him. No one had prepared him, he said, for how difficult support raising would be. But the good news, he went on to say, is that the God who owns the cattle on a thousand hills will always supply the needs of those who follow Him. However, that’s not the point of Psalm 50:10(asthis essay shows). The Psalmist mentions the cattle not to remind us that God is able and willing to supply our needs, but to remind us that He is not dependent on us for “food.”

Thinking about the future can be frightening. Thankfully, God knows our uncertainties. We can relax in the knowledge that He has a definite plan for our lives. And He will provide for all of our needs, even when we fall into the trap of quoting verses out of their context. I guess that’s the main point of this blog post. “He owns the cattle on a thousand hills” is a chorus I grew up singing. I didn’t realize at the time that we can’t necessarily allow our hymnody to be our theology. In the end, however, the truth remains: God has a plan for our lives, a plan more fulfilling and exciting than anything we could ever ask or imagine. Even when we don’t know what it is, He does. All we have to do is allow God enough elbow room in our lives to do what He’s best at doing. 

Which verses have you quoted out of context? (Come on, we’ve all done it.)

What’s the impossible or unbelievable situation you’re currently facing? Why not turn it over to Him (again)?

Angus on the farm. What wonderful creatures. God owns ’em!

7:24 AM When I was in seminary I took a course in Christian apologetics. The idea was to learn certain types of argumentation that might convince the interested non-believer in the truthfulness of the Christian faith. A verse that we used to justify this approach was 1 Pet. 3:15, which says we are to offer a defense (Greek apologia) to everyone who asks us for the hope among us. In that day, apologetics involved (at least) a defense against charges that Christianity was subversive to the empire. Peter is therefore keen to show that Christians, under ordinary circumstances, are willing to submit themselves to “every human institution” (2:13). Today, apologetics often centers on questions about the truthfulness and trustworthiness of the Bible. That will, in fact, be the focus of theapologetics conference on Saturday, Sept. 14, at Clearview Church in Henderson, NC. We live in a world where people often challenge the reliability of Scripture. Those challenges must be addressed. But we also live in a world where people are turned off by Christianity because of the way Christians behave. That’s why Peter immediately adds that our defense of the Gospel must be matched by a Christ-like attitude. We are to do apologetics with gentleness and respect. That’s how Christ responded to His enemies. Everywhere He went He was gentle with those who were hostile toward Him.

Francis Schaeffer, whom I had the joy of hearing personally when I lived in Switzerland, once wrote a book called The Church at the End of the 20th Century.

Many have never heard of it, but I dare say it may well be the most important book on apologetics Schaffer ever wrote. It in he argues that the greatest apologetic for Christianity is nothing other than love (John 13:34-35). I recall as a teenager in Hawai’i being turned off by Christianity, not so much because I believed it was illogical or indefensible, but because of the disconnect I saw between the apologist and his or her lifestyle. How can people respect us when we are not living consistently with what we believe? God is not only asking us to tell our unsaved neighbors what a friend they have in Jesus, but also to show them what a friend they have in us. Love them, Jesus says. Love them until they ask you why.

Evangelism is godliness lived out. God’s plan for evangelism is for every believer to become a redemptive person by loving their neighbor sacrificially and even scandalously if necessary. We fit into God’s purpose by loving Him and then by loving others until they ask us why. Can you loan out your lawn mower? Can you bake a key lime pie? Can you drive a friend to the doctor’s office? Somebody’s neighbor found Christ through just such a kind gesture. Paul says we are to be “living epistles, read by all” (2 Cor. 3:2-3). The imagery presupposes regular, close contact with not-yet-believers. Our goal is not to beat people into submission with our arguments. Yes, words are necessary. But we must also “play the music.” It may take years for your friend to come to Christ. Don’t give up! Pray for boldness and for open doors. Ask God to use the witness of your serving lifestyle. Let people see the heart of the One who died for their sins. Most of all, be a genuine friend who loves people in very specific and tangible ways.

May God help all of us to defend the faith — not only with our lips but also with our lifestyle.

Thursday, July 25

4:56 PM If you’re not sick of me yet talking about races, clickhere to visit the 25th Annual Run for Life 5K and 1 Mile Run website. I literally just found out about it not 20 minutes ago via email. I actually ran this race last year. If there’s one thing the running community is, it’s a community of mutual support. Most of us run for various causes, and what better cause can one possibly run for than to benefit Birth Choice of Raleigh, which has provided free service to pregnant women since 1971. You hear it all the time — we need to do something about the problem of abortion in America. We’ll, here’s something you can do to make a difference. You get to donate to a worthy cause while doing something you love. “Well, I don’t love to run,” you say. Then do the 1 mile fun run/walk. You’ll be glad you did. I’m so glad to see that my calendar is free that day. In my opinion, running for a reason other than your own health and well being is one of the most satisfying things a person can do. So I hope you will come out and support the cause. It’s certainly a worthy one. Whether we’re talking about abortion or euthanasia, people think they can control life and death by taking the matter into their own hands. This is pure hubris. How we humans think we can trespass into God’s territory in this matter is beyond me.

Life is a gift of God. So is the ability to run. And when the two are wedded together, so much the better!

4:05 PM I’m sitting here having just eaten my supper. (Yes, supper. I’m up at 5:00, so 4:00 pm is supper time in this household.)

I actually cooked this. And yes, I like ground black pepper.

What are you doing? Here’s more:

1) What I’m reading. Anne Groton’s fabulous textbook on Classical Greek called From Alpha to Omega. (I see I’m not the only one who calls the three aspects: imperfective, perfective, and aoristic. Go Anne!)

2) What I’m working on. Mowing the yards. The weather has been purr-fect.

3) What I’m watching. The Volcom Pro Tournament from the Banzai Pipeline on YouTube. Sadly, the North Shore will be completely flat when I’m there in August. Boohoo.

4) What I’m planning. Things to do in Hawai’i.

5) What I’m drinking. Weird, but since I cut out all sodas I’ve been consuming lots of water.

6) What I’m dreading. The long flight from Denver to Honolulu.

7) What I’m trying. This intense dumbbell routine. It’s a killer. You should try it too! 

By the way, today one of my grandsons turns two. Here’s the birthday boy (left) with his brother Bradford. Happy Born Day, Chesley! Papa B loves you!

6:10 AM When I crossed the finish line of my first marathon in Cincinnati 4 years ago, I didn’t know what was in store for me. These past 4 years of running have been a wild ride. If I’m able to run in Chicago in October, it will be my 16th marathon. Would I have been the same person had I never started running? I can’t answer that question. What I can say is this: I am as excited today about the Chicago Marathon as I was when I ran Cincy 4 years ago. Like everything linked to the body, the desire to run and finish a race is linked with the urge God gives all of us to push through grueling and challenging times in our lives. What I’ve learned is that, unless we are truly motivated to keep on going, the temptation is very strong to stop running. Thankfully, I still find enjoyment in the sport, otherwise I’m not sure I could continue to run. I’ve learned to appreciate the little things along the way — the importance of good shoes, the need for rest, the value of training. Ask any marathoner (and I only qualify for that title by the most generous of terms): all of us run for the same reason. What could be better than challenging your body to go 26.2 miles in every conceivable kind of weather conditions?

Of course, the most exciting thing is not the race but the comradery. If you don’t know what I mean, just stand at the end of a marathon and watch people crossing the finish line. Not just the elite athletes, but those who finish 5, 6, 7, or even 8 hours after the race begins. I keep saying that nothing is impossible is you’re willing to pay the price for your dream. That’s true whether you’re looking to start a doctoral program or are wanting to raise a family. Sometimes people look at you like you’re crazy. But I’d rather be a crazy, happy man than someone who has stopped dreaming.

Racing is never easy. It shouldn’t be. It just takes time and perseverance. Like life.

Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, July 24

8:15 PM Becky and I met in the cafeteria line at Biola. She had just experienced a rough spell dating Bible majors. She told me she found them, well, somewhat immature. But we began dating, even though I was a Bible major. We usually went to the local coffee shop and just talked. One semester I took a hiatus from Biola and spent 8 months in Hawai’i surfing all day and working in a Waikiki restaurant in the evenings. Becky and I would correspond through letters. She’d tell me about her life in California, and I’d relay glimpses to her about my life in Hawai’i. Before long, I began to miss Becky achingly. I recall that for a long time I would sign my letters, “Best, Dave.” Then one day I wrote, “Love, Dave.” Thus began a love story that would last for 40 years.

Like you, I love the Scriptures. I love studying them and I love teaching them. But my relationship with the Lord can’t be all intellectual. My goal, on a daily basis, is to fall increasingly in love with God, to bring honor to Jesus Christ, and to become more like Him in both my attitudes and my actions. W. H. Griffith-Thomas, co-founder of Dallas Theological Seminary, once wrote:

It is, of course, essential to remember that theology is not merely a matter of intellect, but also of experience. Theology is concerned with spiritual realities, and must include personal experience as well as ideas …. The feeling equally with reason must share in the consideration of theology, because theology is of the heart, and the deepest truths are inextricably bound up with personal needs and experiences.

This isn’t a particularly cosmic thought, I know. But today I experienced again what it feels like to be in fellowship with the Triune God. Of course, true love is more than an emotional rush. Love must be nurtured in an environment of mutual trust and respect. Without trust, love dies. Love means contributing my best to the relationship. After all, that’s how God first loved us.

Truth and love. Intellect and emotion. It’s a difficult balancing act. Jonathan Edwards once described his relationship with God as being full of Christ, loving Him with a holy and pure love, trusting in Him, serving and following Him, being totally wrapped up in the fullness of Christ. What a beautiful picture of how mind and heart can work together to produce a deep experience with God. I long for these times with the Father, just as I believe He longs for these times with me. That is the heart of a Father to His children, expressed to us through His Son, and mediated by His Spirit.

I Long to Worship Thee!

 

7:12 PM Our NT 2 class covers Acts through Revelation, so you can imagine my joy when these arrived today.

Craig Keener (New Testament prof at Asbury) has penned some of the best commentaries on the New Testament. His commentary on Acts (4 volumes!) runs to roughly 6,000 pages. Keener is also the author of the highly acclaimed 1,200-page study called Miracles: The Credibility of the New Testament Accounts. Not shown here is his book on the Holy Spirit called Gift and Giver: The Holy Spirit for Today. Most of you probably know that I spend no time on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or Pinterest. I simply don’t have the time or energy to devote to this blog, my farm, my teaching and writing, and my family plus all of that social media stuff. Instead, I spend my free time in reading. Some books you want to read. Others you have to read. Keener’s books fall into both categories. I want to be a person who’s interested in many things and who’s learning new things. I think reading books helps me to do just that.

What have you been reading lately?

What’s the best book you’ve read this year?

7:46 AM I’ve signed up for a race this Saturday in Morrisville, NC. I love the name:Sole to Soul 5K: For Hope. All proceeds will benefit an NGO called Projects for Hope, which works mostly in Kenya. This will be a smallish race. Thus far only about 35 people have signed up. Have I told you how much I enjoy small races? They are very cool. No age group awards. No fancy eats afterwards. No fanfare. You are pretty much just a group of runners who are out to raise money for charity. Here’s the thing about racing, though. Runners love to run. And runners love to run with other people. It doesn’t matter whether that number is large or microscopic. Big events like the Chicago Marathon (October 13 — Yay!) attract about 40,000 runners each year. The course is lined with spectators from start to finish. There’s lots of hype and excitement. And why not? It’s CHICAGO! At the other end of the spectrum are races like this Saturday’s 5K in Morrisville. Small races are boss. For one thing, there will be no elbowing other runners as you make your way to the starting line. Don’t get me wrong. I still love bigger events. I love the adrenaline kick you get, plus I love all the spectators. But small races are much more personal. In the end, there’s no reason to do any of it unless it brings joy into your life. Runners are people who find satisfaction in moving their bodies. Even people like me, whose lack of genetic ability is obvious, can find joy in the activity itself rather in their level of proficiency. My best is good enough. And so is yours, my friend.

Movement proves that we’re still alive. If you are a slow runner like me, it’s okay. Don’t try to keep up with the other runners. Don’t worry about looking dumb. A race is a good place to find the best in yourself, the best in others, and the best in running. 

6:10 AM The other day I listened to a wonderful sermon by pastor Bryan of Summit Denver onA Different Kind of Leadership. His text was Acts 6 and how a need arose in the early church and how that need was met. The apostles ended up delegating the care of widows to 7 men “full of the Spirit and wisdom.” I was reminded that, in the body of Christ, all ministries are needed. There is no hint whatsoever that the apostles considered the ministry of distributing food as in any way inferior to the ministry of teaching and prayer. Each follower of Jesus has a God-given task, and we must not allow ourselves to be distracted through concentrating on anything but own own calling. This truth should not only humble but inspire us and especially motivate us to work together as one team in all that we do as the body of Christ. We follow One who came not to be served but to serve, and it would be unthinkable that we would go through life spending our lives in any other way than serving others. I remember very clearly the time when the Lord seemed to grab a hold of Becky and me with His tender but firm hands, impelling us to get our eyes off ourselves and onto His mission. Since then, God has enriched my life with hundreds of likeminded people, ordinary believers doing the work of the kingdom and extending God’s mercy further than they ever thought possible. I can’t articulate my thrill and gratitude to be able to be teaching NT 2 again this fall. I can promise my students no expert’s example, only the words of a man who has never been more aware of his own ignorance and arrogance. Together, I pray we will learn how to follow the downward path of Jesus into a life of obedience and sacrificial love. May He come in power and unleash the hands of His servants.

Tuesday, July 23

4:30 PM This morning I enjoyed breakfast with my assistant and his wife and their 6 children. It was a bittersweet time.

At the end of the month, Noah will be transitioning out of his role as my personal assistant as he begins to focus on the writing of his dissertation under my supervision. I am extremely grateful to Noah for the immense amount of time and energy he invested in my teaching and writing ministry. I cannot speak too highly of his conscientious work these past 4 years. He will be sorely missed.

Tonight one of my former Ph.D. students is traveling through the area and is visiting the farm for dinner. Gotta give him a lot of credit, risking, as he is, his digestion on my home cooking. We’ll see if he survives.

Monday, July 22

7:05 PM Today I got in a 45 minute workout and then swam for about an hour. Who says you slow down with age? I like to break up my swim between the crawl stroke and the breast stroke. I am pathetic because I’m too uncoordinated to do the butterfly. I definitely need to take swimming lessons. Afterwards I got home and found these waiting for me.

Everyone knows I have a reading problem. I read everything I can get my non-nicotine-stained hands on. These tomes will keep me busy this week. As you can see, the classicists have been publishing some pretty hefty grammars of late. As for George Will. Well, George Will is George Will. You kinda know what you’re going to get. (As if I’m not predictable.) One of my resolutions this summer was to read more — hence all these books I’ve been showing you pictures of. I don’t do historical fiction much, but if you think there’s something in that genre I need to read, let me know.

I close with these words of Helen Keller:

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

7:48 AM There are a couple of things on my bucket list that I’d still like to accomplish in 2019 if the Lord wills. One of them is climbing the tallest 14,000-er in the Rockies. I want so badly to see if I’m up to the challenge of Mt. Elbert. Climbing has meant so much to me post-Becky. I can’t even begin to tell you. It seems unreal that it was 3 years ago this summer that I left for Switzerland to climb the Alps. I came to Zermatt in search of a summit or two. Like Terry Fox, the Canadian who ran thousands of miles on one leg to raise money for cancer research, I also wanted to give a nod to the Becky Black Memorial Fund, which I had started just before I left. (To date, 650 million Canadian dollars have been raised in Terry’s name. By God’s grace, I was able to raise $25,000 for UNC Cancer Hospital.) I displayed a banner with Becky’s name on it every time I summited one of Zermatt’s peaks. You ask, “Weren’t you even a little bit afraid?” Oh yeah. For the first hundred yards or so I always had butterflies in my stomach. But as Helen Keller once said, “It’s okay to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.”

In climbing I’ve discovered something I love — a thing that really turns me on and excites me. Passion is what enabled Aimee Mullins to set records for running even though she’s missing two legs. I care passionately about what I do in life. I really want to do them. I don’t know where these passions come from (other than from the Lord), but I’ve got them. I love teaching. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I think being irrationally passionate about what you do is enormously healthy. I’m what psychologists refer to as a “striver.” Strivers are people who know what they want and run straight toward it. There’s something in me that pushes me to challenge myself as a climber, and I just have to go with it. Exploring your passions doesn’t mean you have to go all the way. I have no interest in climbing anything over 15,000 feet. And yes, it’s hard work, but that’s part of the fun.

Here’s my message for you today, my friend. In the strength of the Lord, be willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish your God-given goals. I believe that climbing not only brings me satisfaction but also a sense of confidence. We become confident when we meet a challenge head-on and overcome it. I’ll never forget the day my guide Walter took me to Zermatt’s famous Klettersteig — a vertical rock wall on very exposed terrain. It took me 4 hours to climb 1,800 vertical feet. Focus was absolutely critical. Many people work hard but they’re not focused. They’re Dabblers and not Doers. I realized as soon as I began climbing the Klettersteig that I had to focus. The focus paid off and I completed the course.

When Bill Gates started Microsoft he focused on one thing and only one thing. “Microsoft is designed to write great software,” he said. “We are not designed to be good at other things.” Being able to focus will help you regardless of what you’re doing. The truth is that we all find it easy to focus on what we love doing. When people are lazy, they’re usually lazy about things that don’t interest them. To climb you’ve got to love the sport — and then you’re got to push, push, push yourself, mentally and physically. Mostly I’ve had to push through self-doubt. In climbing there are plenty of opportunities for second-guessing yourself: Will my body adjust to the elevation, will my legs be strong enough to carry me, will I tire out before the climb is over? On my trip to the Alps there were many moments when I said, “Oh man, I can’t believe I got this far!” The trick is to keep pushing yourself, even when you think you can’t go on.

I find that being pushed for a climb (or a marathon) actually helps my teaching and writing. Pushing is absolutely necessary in a creative environment. As a youth I wasn’t very self-disciplined, but now I’m very self-disciplined and I think it keeps me in top shape. Thankfully, I had my guide Walter to push me along.

I need people in my life who keep telling me, “You can do this, Dave.” I really need that support system. Not that I will ever be in the same league as Walter, who has summited the Matterhorn 17 times. But watching him excel at his job helps me dig down deep and push myself harder than I ever thought possible. I love pushing myself to the limit. And it’s a lot easier when you have a guy like Walter as your mentor (tor-mentor?).

In my day I’ve seen a lot of good teachers grow old and then sort of get to a certain point in their career where they just take it easy. And that’s where they stay for the rest of their careers. My philosophy is simple: If I can say, on December 31, that I’m a better athlete or teacher or dad than I was on January 1 of the same year, then I’ve been successful. Not for the sake of being better than someone else, but just because it’s so satisfying to be improving at something. I’m really never satisfied where I am in life. I’m always trying to push myself to the next level. But I’m not a person who’s unhappy if he isn’t perfect. I just want to keep improving.

Friend, whatever you are doing with your life, do it to the very best of your God-given ability. Forget about your weaknesses. Find something you’re good at and go for it with gusto. From the moment I summited my first Alp I knew I could accomplish a big goal. So I’d say, do what you love to do and everything else will fall into place. And no matter what you do, the secret to accomplishing your goals is plain old tenacity. It takes a long time to become really good at something. I’ve learned that if I can put just put one foot in front of the other, things generally work out well. Sure, setbacks will come. The problem is when we give up on ourselves. Adopt a “Don’t look back” attitude.

Climbing is the hardest thing I’ve ever done besides burying Becky. But in climbing I’ve discovered something I really love. What is it that gets you excited? Nothing is more important in life than being passionate about what God has created you to do, whatever that is. Someone has said: “If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.'”

As for age, who cares? Age is merely a state of mind. It’s a label people use to pigeonhole others and place limits on what they can be. I choose not to be governed by labels. And doing what I love to do is one of the ways I stay young at heart. For years now I’ve left age at the door when I’ve walked into the different rooms of my life, being far more concerned about doing solid work, supporting my colleagues, and showing leadership without having some lofty title on my office door. Be an original, friend. There’s only one of you in the whole world. And no one else can be as good a you as you.

Sunday, July 21

9:45 PM Lord willing, in 2 weeks I leave for the island of O’ahu in Hawai’i. I’m no Rick Steves, but I do have a few suggestions for you in case you ever end up in the Paradise of the Pacific.

1. Use Airbnb. This can be a much less expensive alternative to staying in a fancy hotel. And in some parts of O’ahu there’s not even a single hotel room (like, for example, in my home town of Kailua on the Windward side). But plan to book early, as in at least 8 months before your trip, because Airbnbs go fast.

I snapped this picture of Kailua Beach during my trip there last year.

2. Growing up in Hawaii we used to joke that the state has four seasons: summer, summer, summer, and summer. Basically that’s true. But we do have our rainy season, which is January through March, and these months can get pretty wet. Avoid them if you want to enjoy the constant sun you can expect pretty much the rest of the year.

3. If you’re into hiking, you have to climb at least Diamond Head, the Makapu’u Lighthouse Trail, and Mount Olomana. The latter is in Kailua and boasts breathtaking views of Windward O’ahu. But be forewarned: The hike can be a bit on the dangerous side. If you have acrophobia and are easily frightened by knife-edged ridges, you might want to pass. Here’s a YouTube I made of one of my recent Olomana hikes. (This is obviously not a professional video!)

 

4. Other must-see touristy destinations include:

  • The Dole Pineapple Plantation

  • The Arizona Memorial

  • Snorkeling at Hanauma Bay

  • Renting a kayak at Kailua Beach

  • Enjoying a sunset cruise at Waikiki Beach

  • Visiting the Polynesian Cultural Center

  • Seeing the view of Honolulu from atop Punchbowl Crater

  • Stopping by the Banzai Pipeline on the North Shore

  • Running the Honolulu Marathon (if you’re there in December)

5. Avoid the rush hour traffic by staying off the freeway from 5:30 – 9:00 am and 3:00 to 7:00 pm. Honolulu has the absolute worst traffic in the nation so don’t get stuck in it if you can avoid it.

6. As for cuisine, you must try these 5 foods: poke, plate lunch, shave ice, manapua, and (my favorite) malasadas.

7. Attend church on Sunday. There are a number of sound evangelical churches on O’ahu, from Southern Baptist to New Hope.

Pastor Kevin Akana of Windward Baptist Church. A dear bruddah.

8. Always be friendly toward the locals. Remember: How you treat people greatly influences how they behave toward you. Be yourself but your best self. Hawai’i is one of the most friendly places you will ever visit as long as you exercise basic respect. 

Well, I hope you enjoy your visit to O’ahu should you be able to go there some day. Sure, there are other islands you could also travel to, but O’ahu is probably the best island to visit if you’re going to Hawai’i for the first time. It’s not only easier to find accommodations and packages there due to increased competition, but O’ahu is the cultural heart of the Hawaiian Islands. Of course, the best thing about it is that I was born and raised there 🙂

My view each morning. Every day is beautiful in Hawai’i.  

5:42 PM Ever heard of Neil Armstrong? Check. Buzz Aldrin? Check. Michael Collins? Who????

Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin, of course, were the astronauts who set foot on the moon 50 years ago yesterday. Michael Collins was the man who flew their spacecraft to the moon, kept it in the right place while Armstrong and Aldrin did their thing, and then brought them back home safely.

Collins had perhaps the most important job of all yet was barely recognized in the press. In fact, there were thousands of people who collaborated to make the Apollo 11 mission a success. They were all part of a single team formed to carry out one of mankind’s greatest feats. These men and women were all heroes.

As for the church, let’s remember:

1. God calls all of His people to ministry.

2. God calls different people to different ministries.

3. God expects us to fulfill our ministries, not someone else’s.

In Acts 6, the work of the Twelve and the work of the Seven are both called a diakonia (“ministry”). The Twelve were called to the diakonia of the word, whereas the Seven were called to the diakonia of tables. Neither ministry is superior to the other, and neither ministry is inferior to the other. We do a great disservice when we refer to the pastorate as “the” ministry. In the New Testament, there is a wide diversity of callings, gifts, and ministries, and each and every one of them is vital to the cause of Christ.

Thank you, Michael Collins, for your service to our country. You’re a reminder that there’s no such thing as bit players. Everybody is important. The same thing is true in the church. Jesus said the kingdom of heaven belongs to the poor, the meek, the nobodies, the people relegated to the background. In the end, all of them received star treatment from Christ.

11:15 AM This morning’s message, brought by one of my former personal assistants, was fabulous. It was on the topic of hell from Matthew 13. I hadn’t heard a message on hell in I don’t know how many years. The exposition was both solid and practical. We’re here on this planet as God’s children to be salt and light. We’ve been given a serious and sacred task — to help shine the light of the Gospel so that people will be delivered out of a living (and future) hell. C. S. Lewis once spoke of heaven and hell and then added: “All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or the other of these destinations.” Every person you know will one day arrive at either heaven or hell. Thankfully, by the light of Christ they can be guided toward heaven.

Of course, as always I’m looking at the textual variants in the passage, and today was no exception. In Matt 13:43 should we read “Let him who has ears to hear hear” or “Let him who has ears hear”? I’ll go with the longer reading.

It’s pretty obvious that we’re dealing here with a case of parablepsis (an oversight of the eye). The scribe passed from one –akou– to the next –akou– and thus left out the infinitive akouein, “to hear.” (“Ears to hear hear” became simply “ears hear.”)

The external evidence corroborates this conclusion, at least to my way of thinking.

The reading akouein is as early as is its omission (the Old Latin alone pushes it into the second century) but akouein is more geographically widespread (in the omission we have basically an Alexandrian reading that is up against a Byzantine and Western reading). As for the text of Sinaiticus and Vaticanus, I recall Keith Elliott once referring to the “hypnotic effect of Aleph and B.” Could that be in play here?

It’s too hot to be outdoors today (even by the pool) so I’m going to get caught up on my reading. Heat stroke is nothing to play around with. It’s super important to pay attention to the weather. The line between feeling “Wow, I’m really hot” and losing your mental faculties can be crossed quickly. 

Be careful today, friends.

6:10 AM My assistant Noah Kelley has just updated our Greek Portal. Check it out at ourWhat’s New? page.

I like geeky Greek things, don’t you? And I say that as someone who dropped out of his beginning Greek class at Biola after only 3 weeks. Yes, I had one of those classes. You think you’re prepared and all of a sudden the unexpected happens. Your heart drops, your spirit droops. I came all the way to California for this? That said, there are two choices. You have two and only two possible attitudes.

I’m outta here. Greek is too much. If I was meant to learn Greek I would have. It’s just not worth it. I won’t try that again.

Or …

Well, that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. But if at first you don’t succeed, get back on your feet and try again. This failure will not define me. I’ll master Greek yet. I’ll create a new memory.

There’s that word “new” again. You pick yourself up. You dust yourself off. And you get back on track.

I’m sorry if things aren’t going your way right now. Believe me, I know it hurts. Don’t let that disappointment define you. You’ll get another shot, and you’ll rock it that much harder after that experience. I know. Been there, done that. I signed up for another Greek course at a different school and the rest, as they say, is history. And I plan to be teaching Greek when I’m 100.

Glory to God.

Saturday, July 20

9:02 PM So, what are you watching tonight to celebrate the moon landing 50 years ago? I’m going to watch First Man for the tenth time. I think I’ve seen every documentary about Neil Armstrong out there and I’ve appreciated each one for telling the story of a very humble American who did what he was asked to. First Man, while about the landing on the moon, is about something more, however. It was the characters’ personal lives that really spoke to me, especially the reunion of Armstrong and his wife at the end of the film. The distance to the moon was matched only by the distance between husband and wife. Their marriage was far from perfect, but they seemed to accept that fact, as least in the movie. The one thing First Man will do is get you thinking about your own relationships and what’s holding you back from making them work. Anyway, I need to take the dog out for one last walk tonight before cranking up the movie. I’m resisting the urge to talk to you about the Chicago Marathon even though it’s been on my mind all day. Comedian Jimmy Kimmel once said, “Did you know it’s illegal to run a marathon unless you tell eighty people about it all day every day for three months?” Let’s face it, who really cares (other than my fellow runners) how much you suffer and persevere in a foot race? I don’t expect you to love running the way I do. Thankfully, we don’t all have to share the same interests to be supportive of each other. I try to strike a balance on this blog between personal stuff and biblical/theological stuff. Truth be told, if someone is passionate enough about something, you’re gonna to hear about it — a lot. I try not to blog too much about my races, but they keep me excited and, in the end, people understand. Right????

Now, let’s see …. What’s that you said about your dog learning how to roll over?

8:48 AM Good morning! Been up since 4:30 reviewing my lectures on Acts for my NT 2 class. One session will be devoted to a discussion of eldership in the New Testament. Here’s one question we’ll discuss: Is the concept of “first among equals” (primus inter pares) biblical? Can you have a plurality of co-equal elders in a local congregation and still have a “senior” or “lead” pastor, someone who is usually known among the public as the pastor of that church? The issue is debated. I personally don’t use the expression “first among equals” because the New Testament doesn’t use it. But even if you do employ it, would this justify a senior pastor model in which one of the elders is seen as somehow being “the pastor” or the “head/leader” of that local church?

Here I’d like to defer to Alexander Strauch and his magnificent book Biblical Eldership. Mind you, Strauch does believe in the concept of “first among equals.” He uses the expression positively several times in his chapter on “Shared Leadership.” But let’s not overlook the fact that he is also very intentional about nuancing his notion of “first among equals.” Here are two passages from that chapter that everyone should carefully consider. First, after showing how Peter was the chief speaker among the apostles and their natural leader, he observes:

In spite of his outstanding leadership and speaking ability, Peter possessed no legal or official rank or title above the other eleven. They were not his subordinates. They were not his staff or team of assistants. He wasn’t the apostles’ “senior pastor” (italics in the original).

For Strauch, nomenclature matters. The point seems to be that, while Peter may have been the most prominent among Jesus’ apostles, he wasn’t the “senior” apostle and the others “associate apostles.” They were all equally apostles. In the second place, after discussing elders who work hard at teaching and preaching (1 Tim. 5:17-18), Strauch notes:

This doesn’t mean, however, that elders who are first among their equals do all the thinking and decision-making for the group, or that they are the pastors while the others are merely elders. To call one elder “pastor” and the rest “elders” or one elder “the clergyman” and the rest “lay elders” is to act without biblical precedence. To do so will not result in biblical eldership. It will, at least in practice, create a separate, superior office over the eldership, just as was done in the early second century when the division between “the overseer” and “elders” occurred (italics in the original).

Again, Strauch seems to be questioning, not the concept of first among equals, but the nomenclature a church uses. There simply seems to be no biblical grounds for separating off a “senior” or “lead” pastor from the rest of the elders. Here I’d also like to mention something Strauch writes later in his book in a section called “The Church Is Under Christ’s Headship.” After noting Christ’s promise to be with His disciples “where two or three have gathered together in My name” (Matt. 18:20), Strauch writes:

Because the apostles knew that Jesus Christ, by the Holy Spirit, was uniquely present with them as Ruler, Head, Lord, Pastor, Master, Overseer, High Priest, and King, they chose a form of government that reflected this distinctive, fundamental, Christian truth…. The first Christians were truly Christ-centered, Christ-dependent churches…. Christ’s person and work was so infinitely great, final, and complete, that nothing — even in appearance — was to diminish the centrality of His presence among and sufficiency for His people.

This is followed by what I think is a really profound conclusion. Please read it carefully and thoughtfully.

So in the first century, no Christian would dare take the position or title of sole ruler, overseer, or pastor of the church…. There is only one flock and one Pastor (John 10:16), one body and one Head (Col. 1:18), one holy priesthood and one great High Priest (Heb. 4:14ff.), one brotherhood and one Elder Brother (Rom. 8:29), one building and one Cornerstone (1 Pet. 2:5ff.), one Mediator, one Lord. Jesus Christ is “Senior Pastor,” and all others are His undershepherds (1 Peter 5:4).

As an aside, I think it’s striking that one rarely hears today of the title “lead” or “senior” deacon in our churches. Deacons are deacons (though, of course, the deacon board might have a rotating chairmanship). When it comes to elders/pastors, however, there seems to be a tendency to move toward a “lead” pastor model. It is sometimes argued that “Every organization needs someone at the top, a head.” If I understand Strauch (and the New Testament) correctly, however, every local church already has such a Head in Jesus Christ.

What then? Tentatively I would like to suggest that we would do well to avoid the use of titles like “senior pastor” or “lead pastor” in our churches, especially in churches that practice plural eldership (a “fellowship of leadership,” to use Michael Green’s unforgettable expression). This doesn’t mean that a local church will not have one or two elders that are more well-known among the public or even do most of the formal teaching Sunday after Sunday. Interestingly, when we look into the pages of the New Testament, we look in vain for the name of the “senior/lead pastor” of any local church. Who was the lead pastor of the church at Thessalonica? We can’t determine that. The church in Philippi? No one knows. The church at Corinth? Impossible to say. There is only one local church in the New Testament where we actually know the name of the leader who sought to “be first” — the church described in 3 John — and here Diotrephes is hardly being set forth as a positive example. To my knowledge there is not one instance in the New Testament where a lead pastor of a local church is singled out for mention. Instead, Paul appoints “elders” (no mention of a lead pastor) in every church. Paul meets with the Ephesian “elders” in Miletus (no mention of a lead pastor). When we are sick we are to call the “elders” (no mention of a lead pastor) to pray over us. In Philippians, Paul greets the church’s “overseers” (no mention of a lead overseer) and deacons. Of course, titles are not the Gospel. I personally know a good many lead/senior pastors. Not one of them could be described as hubristic or authoritarian. Each is a godly, humble man. But again, nomenclature matters. Paul is very clear in Colossians: Jesus Christ alone is the Head of the body, which is the church — so that in all things He might have the preeminence. To repeat what Alexander Strauch said above: “nothing — even in appearance — was to diminish the centrality of [Christ’s] presence among and sufficiency for His people.” 

Not being an expert in ecclesiology, I hesitate to suggest an alternative title for the elder/pastor who does in fact serve as “first among equals” in our churches (if, indeed, you accept primus inter pares as a biblical concept). I find it very interesting and perhaps instructive that the apostle Peter, whose name always appears first in the lists of apostles in the New Testament, describes himself in 1 Pet. 5:1, not as senior apostle or as lead pastor, but simply as “fellow-” or “co-” elder. It is Christ Himself, he asserts without any hesitation, who is literally the church’s “Head/Chief/Lead Pastor” (1 Pet. 5:4). It seems to me that Peter might be intentionally trying to recede into the group by using the word sumpresbuteros (“co-elder”) to describe himself. If we take that as a hint for church leadership today, I’m wondering whether we couldn’t benefit from using a term like “Co-Pastor” or “Co-Elder” for the primus inter pares. Such an expression would make it crystal clear that we are not trying to abrogate to ourselves a title belonging primarily if not exclusively to Christ. Perhaps it would also help to emphasize the importance we attach to shared leadership in our congregations — we are all pastors, we are all overseers, we are all elders, and equally so. Here is an example of achurch in Denver that seems to intentionally stress that their six pastor-elders are co-equal; as far as I can tell, none of them holds the title “lead pastor.” Instead, their different ministries/areas of pastoral oversight are described. Here’s another example from Wilkesboro, NC. Of course, in cases where only one man is qualified biblically to serve as elder, then that church will have only one pastor, even as it seeks to raise up additional qualified leaders from their own number.

Much more could be said, of course, but this post is already too long. Much of this I’ll be incorporating into my book Godworld: Enter at Your Own Risk. In class, I’ll also be referring a good deal to my esteemed colleagues Ben Merkle and John Hammett, whose books on biblical eldership and church polity are most helpful and instructive. In particular, Hammett’s discussion of how to transition a church toward a smoothly functioning plural leadership without causing a church split is indispensable (Biblical Foundations for Baptist Churches, pp. 213-219).

Earlier I referred to Michael Green. A quote from his book Adventure of Faith might be a fitting conclusion to what we have said here (p. 86):

Monarchy is a bad principle for Christian leadership: it leads to the suppression of initiative. So is democracy: it leads to shared incompetence and ineffectiveness. What is needed is a leadership team accountable to God and to the congregation; a team which will give a lead and enable each member of the church to achieve his or her full potential and use that in God’s service. You need a fellowship of leadership to model that sort of thing and to help it come about.

Friday, July 19

4:40 PM Odds and ends ….

1) Some are you might be thinking about studying Latin. The question you have to ask (and answer) right off the bat: Should I study Classical or Ecclesiastical Latin? The answer is yes. What I mean is that there aren’t all that many differences between CL and EL in terms of grammar. But note: Pronunciation systems are quite different, as well as the vocabulary you’ll be acquiring. My two cents: Learn to read Ecclesiastical Latin. Here are my two favorite books in this genre:

 

2) CNN is reporting that Mitch Petrus (former Super Bowl champion) has died at the age of 32 from heatstroke. Not enough electrolytes apparently while working outdoors. Again, if you’re going to be outside today, be careful. If you’re running, the earlier in the day you do so, the better. Our bodies are incredible pieces of machinery but they’re not invincible. Stay focused on nutrition and hydration. And for the love of all things Greek, slow down. During my run this morning I plugged away at approximately the speed you move when standing in line at the DMV. It’s frustrating to be going so slowly, but it’s the only sensible thing to do.

3) I’ve just reviewed the sections on verbal aspect in Porter et al., Decker, Köstenberger et al., Mounce 4, and Voelz. I’m not content with any of them. I’m working on a comparison that maybe I’ll publish here or in a journal sometime.

4) Hurray (again) for FedEx!

5) ReadWhat I Learned During My First Semester in Seminary.

12:58 PM All morning long I told myself to get my act together long enough to be able to go out and get a run in before it got too sweltering hot. The weather today is perfect — for lounging around at the pool or running through sprinklers. Alas, all I had was the local high school track. Basically, I ended up a sweaty mess before I finally cranked out a respectable 4 miles at a 15 minute pace, which was all the heat allowed.

I was taking in 16 ounces of water for every 15 minutes of running. If you’ve had to go outdoors for any reason today, I feel your pain. Thank the Lord for air-conditioned cars and houses. Did you know that it’s possible to over-hydrate? In fact, it’s not uncommon to hear of runners getting sick or even dying from a condition called hyponatremia (low blood sodium). If you drink only water, you deplete the sodium and calcium stores in your body. By drinking only water when you run (and not adding in some sodium-containing sports drinks) you dilute the sodium in your blood to the point of needing hospitalization. That’s why on any given marathon course you’ll find both water and a sports drink that contains sodium at every aid station.

Well, tomorrow I think I’ll run at 3:00 am….

This is off-topic, but take a look at the following photos from some of our current introductory Greek grammars. The pages all have to do with vocabulary. Which do you like the best esthetically (i.e., is the easiest on the eye)? Which has information the others don’t but should? Which has too much data? Feel free to send me an email at dblack@sebts.edu with your thoughts. The reason I’m asking is because I’m praying about revising my beginning textbook in the next year or two, and any input you’d like to offer (about vocabulary or anything else) would be most welcome.

7:44 AM Read this morning on Twitter that the Greek word behind “forgive” means to “send forth.” This is just as wrong as saying that “forgive” means to “give for.” This list could go on and on. These myths are useful in part because they preach so well. Lexicographical eisegesis is never helpful, however. Most words have a range of meaning (Liddell-Scott list the following glosses for aphesis/aphiēmi: letting go, dismissal, leave of absence, remission of a debt, forgiveness, relaxation, exhaustion, divorce, conduit, sluice, etc.) Context, as always, is king.

7:12 AM “All I care for is to know Christ, to experience the power of his resurrection, and to share his sufferings, in growing conformity with his death” (Phil. 3:10 NEB). The goal of every Christian is to know Christ. The Bible is our guidebook, showing us how to do this. Every morning I must offer to Him again my body as a living sacrifice, asking Him to accept it as an act of worship and to press on with His work of transforming my mind from within so that I may grow in conformity to Christ.

Thursday, July 18

6:14 PM I will tell you what makes me very happy. It’s working out at the Y for 45 minutes and then swimming for 45 minutes and then — and here’s the icing on the cake — having a hot dog “all the way.” I’m usually way more self-disciplined about eating than I was today, but rules are there to be broken, right? Today’s workout really knocked me dead. I needed a quick pick-me-up, and what better way to get energized than to eat a fatty unhealthy kuntry kookin’ DAWG. Notice, by the way, I said “all the way.” This ain’t just any old dog. It’s the way God made hot dogs. Plus, you know you must be doing something right when you can order a hot dog for a mere buck fifty.

Fun fact: Here in the great state of Virginia, a hot dog served all the way comes with mustard, onions, and chili. Not so 3 miles south of me. In Granville County, North Carolina, where I imagine the “all-the-way-dog” originated (eat your heart out,West Virginia), a hot dog comes automatically with slaw. You must be aware of this when you cross the state line. You may not notice it, but you are going from one major U.S. subculture to another major U.S. subculture. You are moving from Harris Teeter to Food Lion, from BMWs to pick up trucks, from highways with yellow lines down the middle to gravel roads. Hey, I didn’t move to rural Virginia for nothin!

More information (in case you’re ever in my neck of the woods and are trying to order a REAL hot dog):

  • Don’t even try asking for ketchup. You will be laughed to scorn and chased out of town on a rail.

  • Only nuclear red hot dogs will do.

  • At Dairy Dell (my local haunt) don’t expect chairs, tables, or fuss. Grab your paper bag and leave. This here is sacred ground for buying and selling, not for chowin’ down.

  • You will get three or four napkins along with your order. You will need them.

  • Cash only, by the way. This ain’t Raleigh, remember?

So there you have it, folks. Like almost everyone else, I love me some southern hot dogs. It’s really my downfall. I would love to eat two of these every day.

Disclaimer: This is not a food blog. Be sure to check with your doctor before doing anything recommended here. The less I’m sued, the more money I’ll have to spend at Dairy Dell.

8:30 AM FYI: I just placed an order for the New English Bible. I used to have a copy but somehow it just upped and disappeared.

I love this version! Here’s an example from Heb 1:1:

When in former times God spoke to our forefathers, he spoke in fragmentary and varied fashion through the prophets.

Did you notice the alliteration with the fricative sound “f”? Former, forefathers,fragmentary, fashion, prophets. This is absolutely brilliant. In Greek, of course, the alliterated letter is the “p” sound, but there can never be a one-to-one correspondence between Greek and English.

The “f” sound is good enough for me!

 

6:40 AM As usual, Sheba and I sat on the front porch this morning watching the sun come up. The dawn, they say, is clearer than any other time of the day.

So it is spiritually, I think. I’m never on the porch without my Bible at hand. This morning I was led to read one of my favorite Old Testament books. It contains the thoughts of “The Philosopher,” a man who reflected deeply on how short and mysterious life is, filled with injustices and contradictions. He concluded that “life is useless.” Yet he also advised people to make the best of their brief existence on earth and to enjoy each of God’s gifts as long as they could.

This morning I was in Ecclesiastes 11. And here I read what seemed to me to be two contradictory statements. In verse 5 we read that “God made everything.” But in verse 6 we read, “Do your planting in the morning and in the evening, too. You never know whether it will all grow well or whether one planting will do better than the other.”

God makes everything grow. Remember that.

You must do the planting and harvesting. Remember that, too.

We see here the clear fact of God’s sovereign will operating through people to whom He has granted freedom of will. Nehemiah might have put it this way (Neh. 5:16; 6:16):

I put all my energy into the work on this wall.

This work has been accomplished by the help of our God.

God could do everything Himself if He wanted to. But He so designed the world that we must plant and harvest if we are going to eat. There is perhaps no more staggering truth than the fact that a sovereign God has ordained our participation. Note: He doesn’t force our participation. God’s will is always gladly and willingly done. Greek student, it’s of the utmost importance that you understand that God has ordained things in such a way that His own action is coupled with our action. When our will acts in accordance with God’s, this is the Christian life. This is a beautiful thing to behold. I’ve noticed that the happiest people on campus are those who truly want to be there. They delight in their studies. Some are actually having fun. They are free to study, not forced to study. When I was a student in Basel, I took 20 hours of lectures my first semester and 15 my second. None of these hours was required. Students at the University of Basel didn’t need extrinsic motivation to attend lectures. That’s why there were no quizzes or exams, no term papers or even attendance rolls. I believe that’s what’s wrong with our American educational system. We never think. Not really. We simply lack the mental discipline to do so. We want someone else to do the thinking for us. We want God to make the plants grow, and He will, of course. But we forget that it is we who must plant and it is we who must harvest. “Do your planting in the morning and in the evening,” wrote the Philosopher. “You never know whether it will all grow well or whether one planting will do better than the other.”

As you look at your list of things to do today, my friend, don’t underestimate the tremendous freedom of the will God has given you. Do not rebel at what He is telling you to do. You and I will be better off by obeying Him than by disobeying Him. Delight to do His will, and you might actually enjoy life despite its injustices and contradictions.

Wednesday, July 17

7:12 PM I’m a huge fan of documentaries. Last night I watched Spirit of the Marathon for the umpteenth time. It reminded me that I still had to make my plane reservations to run the Chicago Marathon on October 13. Just writing those words gives me the goosebumps. Are you kidding me? Me running Chicago? I’m nervous as all get out. But it’s good to be a little scared and humbled by the distance. My goal? Finish under the 6 and a half hour time limit. We’ll see.

Racing has become a classroom for me. I’m learning my limitations — and maybe even my potential. I am literally running for my life. If my kids bury me early, it won’t because I was out of shape. I think there’s something noble about people knocking themselves out for the sake of a cheap finisher’s medallion. The rules of racing are simple: Get to the starting line and do your dead-level best to finish. Now that running is an integral part of my life, I draw more and more insights from the sport into my essential self. These insights are perhaps less dramatic than those I find in the Bible, but they are no less profound.

One example: Running has taught me that good health is a gift from God, pure and simple. Sure, we think we can engineer a carefully sculptured body. I declare this to be sheer nonsense. If we are in good shape, super. But all the praise goes to the Lord. One day I’ll go off the rails health-wise. We all will. Through sickness. Cancer maybe. Who knows? If you and I are doing our best to maintain the temple, that’s good enough. We don’t live in a reality TV show; we’re living real lives. For me, getting in shape was like completing a doctoral program. I absolutely understand why people find other things to do with their time. Yet I think that sometimes we very much underestimate the power of God. I bet we are tougher than we think. Like all human beings, we grow through struggle, failure, and perseverance. And if it turns out that we never really do lose all that unwanted weight or get in perfect shape? We can still love God and follow Him. Because when our physical health tanks (and it will), He will hold us fast.

For me, a marathon is the ultimate metaphor for any major undertaking in life. Does it hurt? Yes. Does it require time, effort, and commitment? Yes. But the payoff is out of this world. It doesn’t matter what your goal is. You’ve got to push out of your self-imposed boundaries and never look back.

I love these quotes from Spirit of the Marathon:

  • Sometimes the moments that challenge us the most define us the most.

  • When you cross that finish line, no matter how slow or how fast, it will change your life forever.

  • It’s a scary distance.

  • That’s what the marathon teaches you. It teaches you to keep going.

  • People run the marathon to prove that there’s still triumph, that there’s still possibility, in their life.

  • The marathon is every man’s Everest.

Of all the things I’m thankful for at this stage in my life, it’s the connection I have with friends, family, and colleagues who are right there for me anytime I need them. And nothing has connected us and reconnected us more than honesty, than taking responsibility, than seeing our very souls as intertwined and seeing our lives as gifts we can give each other. I am determined by God’s grace to transform myself into the kind of man who would put the interests of others over my own. Running taps into all the fears I have about myself. But it also holds the potential to tap into something vastly more important and beautiful. The amount of grace that life requires is unfathomable. Let’s all allow the Lord to fill our containers to the brim this week — pushing through exhaustion like a marathoner and wrapping our arms around each other’s necks when we have to.

5:50 PM FedEx has been busy at Rosewood Farm.

I’m embarrassed to say it, but I still haven’t read my colleague John Hammett’s Biblical Foundations for Baptist Churches!

6:58 AM With only 5 weeks to go to the fall semester, I’m in full preparation mode. For sure, I’ve got the butterflies. There are all those imponderables: How will my students do? How will I do? Will the classroom computer screens work? Will everyone get their textbooks in time? Will Jesus come back before I have to teach the book of Revelation? (You can always hope, right?)

Here’s what I do know: I’ve put in the time. I’ve prepared. I am strong and fit. I cannot control everything. I can, however, expect the best of myself and of my students. And I can remember the point of it all: I love what I do. I just hope I do it in the Lord’s strength (and not my own) and for His glory alone.

Off to campus. Stop by the office if you need to see me (or just want to bring me some chocolate cookies).

5:10 AM Isn’t the word of God rich? “Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might” (Eccl. 9:10). This verse jumped out at me in my Bible time this morning. I’ve held many jobs in my lifetime. I imagine you have too. When I turned 16, I began working at the local Marine base in Kaneohe as a plumber’s assistant. At that time I also began to play the trumpet semi-professionally. We played in officers clubs on O’ahu almost every weekend. At Biola I worked in the school cafeteria as a dishwasher. In California I was also a lifeguard and swimming instructor. A year after I had begun my M.Div. at Talbot, I was asked to teach 11 units of Greek at Biola. That was in 1976. This fall, amazingly enough, marks my 43rd year of teaching. Of course, when Becky and I lived in Basel in the early 1980s, neither of us were allowed to work. So before we left for Switzerland, both of us worked several jobs in order to be financially independent when we arrived in that pleasant city along the Rhine. The Lord gave me 3 jobs: teaching Greek, delivering tax returns to downtown Los Angeles, and two 12-hour shifts every weekend at the local Amway vitamin factory. All the while I was scurrying to finish my master’s thesis.

Every one of us has a duty designed for us by God. Some forms of work are labeled “fulltime Christian service.” But our work for God in the office or in the kitchen is no less Christian work. I didn’t necessarily enjoy working for Amway, but it was necessary to pay our bills while we lived in Europe. This is the very point we need to get hold of. Fulfillment is not to be found in any job in the world. We are sorely mistaken to look for such there. We must be willing to do whatever the Lord requires of us at that moment. Even the pleasantest job in the world (which for me is classroom teaching) is not fulfilling per se. It is a living but it is not living. Life is Christ, pure and simple. I am not happier today as a teacher than I was in the 1960s when I was unplugging stopped up toilets on the Marine base. I serve the same Master, and therefore all my work is Christian work, or can be.

“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might” must be our motto. Each of our abilities is a gift from God. A Christian is therefore characterized by a simple willingness to do whatever God requires of him or her. Even if the work seems at times like drudgery (and, believe me, even teaching and writing can become like that), it is still His work.

“Be the labor great or small, do it well or not at all.”

Tuesday, July 16

8:04 PM Two things to share tonight before I get back to my cookies and éclairs and have a sugar overdose and can’t type anymore.

I love this quote from Elizabeth Elliot. Don’t you? 

Next thing. Here’s a translation I bet many of you have never heard of. It’s called the New English Bible (NEB). It’s a bit clunky but sometimes it nails it. I was reading Matthew 11 in my Bible time this morning and ran across this rendering.

“Bend your necks to my yoke.” Brilliant. It’s as simple as that. Faith is neither a mood or a feeling. It’s obedience. We put the will of God squarely on our shoulders. To be a Christian in NT times was to be a disciple. There could be no two ways about it. Jesus Christ is Savior because He is Lord. Which means He’s the commanding officer in my life. He invites us to come to Him (not to any human because only He can grant a person true rest). We are not on our own to “do our own thing.” We must leave self behind, take up our cross, and go with Him. It is always thus. True life comes from being co-yoked with Jesus — the most meek person who ever lived. Meekness is nothing but the wholehearted yes to the will of the Father. When I put myself gladly at His disposal, and do whatever He is calling me to, then I can know that I am a true disciple.

Do you see a common theme? It’s all about Jesus and staying centered IN HIM.

5:18 PM Today I took a 2-hour nap. Happens to the best of us, I know. It was nice. Must have needed it. Did you know that mental fatigue can actually lead to perceived physical fatigue?It’s a fact. I must be doing too much blogging 🙂

Seeing as it is Amazon Prime Day, I ordered this online today at a very nice discount:

This little contraption is perfect for piriformis syndrome, or so I am told. Piriformis syndrome is caused by a microtrauma to the buttocks that leads to soft tissue inflammation and nerve compression. The PT tells me that it’s usually the result of (1) overuse of the piriformis muscle, (2) long-distance running, or (3) direct compression of the muscle (like when you’re riding your bike for 5 or 6 hours straight). I think I’ve been guilty of all three. Actually, I know I’ve been guilty of all three. I miss my long runs, but I do love to swim, and the weather has been perfect for looking at a little black line on the bottom of a pool while you do lap after lap after lap. There’s always a lesson to be learned when you get injured. I suppose for me the lesson I’ve learned is that my hips and glutes are pathetically weak and need to be strengthened and stretched. I haven’t yet given up hope of running pain-free again. But alas, a Type A runner tends to be a little impatient at times. I love being out in nature and can’t wait to hear the soft sounds of the crushed gravel under my feet (or bike tires). When I do get back to regular running and biking again, I’ll try not to go 10-15 miles at a time. Meantime, I’m self-medicating on chocolate cookies and éclairs. I wish. It’s bananas and nuts for me. I’m also trying to stay off WebMD!

P.S. These arrived just now. I hear the new Mounce is excellent. Kudos to all my fellow textbook writers!

9:36 AM This morning, as I was washing my breakfast dishes (I need a motto above my kitchen sink: “Divine services performed here three times daily”), I witnessed a squirrel merrily eating berries off of one of my blueberry bushes in the back yard. I see this everywhere in God’s creation: the animal world — peaceful, worry-free, finding their food provided by the Lord.

All of them look to You expectantly to give them their food at the proper time. What You give them they gather up. When You take away their breath, they fail. But when You breathe into them, they recover.

This saith the Lord about the animal world. And then He says this about you and about me:

Cast all your cares upon Him, for it matters to Him about you.

I believe God sent that little squirrel into my back yard this morning so that He could feed it. I believe He guides the animal world, just as He guides us. But in a deeper sense, only humans can be aware that they are cared for by a Divine Being. And if I trust Him, He will lead me through the fog of life to the island of His peace.

Becky’s death, a long and agonizing process, made me eternally grateful to God for plain, ordinary provisions, like having a vegetable garden or being able to bush-hog the pastures. I would find myself grateful for a pile of dishes to wash or a floor to sweep. These were tiny reminders that life goes on even in the midst of heartache and death. So today, when I do little things like wash the breakfast dishes, I’m reminded that there are many people on earth who have no dishes to wash because they didn’t have breakfast this morning or any other meal for that matter. What do dishes mean to them? Daily chores are a blessing that we often take for granted. We forget the tremendous blessing that we have the hands and strength to do these humble tasks.

What makes a work for God great?  When we do it willingly and with a heart set on one thing: pleasing God. Without this motivation, nothing is acceptable to Him. With it, everything is.

8:28 AM This is a fascinating lecture from Basel on language acquisition. It’s called “How Do We Learn to Speak?”

 

Apart from its evolutionary presuppositions, it makes several good points:

  • Language distinguishes humankind from other forms of life.

  • Switzerland has 4 official languages. One of them, German, has numerous dialects depending on where you live.

  • We are always inventing new words. “Menschen sind unglaublich gut darin, Sprache zu schaffen!”

  • Everyone can learn several languages. She asks her listeners, “How many languages do you know?”

This is just my opinion, but if you really want to learn how to read, understand, and translate your Greek New Testament, one of the best things you can do is to acquire a speaking knowledge of a modern foreign language. German would be a good place to start if only because it is so widely used in the theological world. You can also use it should you want to get your doctorate in a German-speaking university. Its grammar, especially its noun system, is very similar to that of Greek. And you already know some basic German vocabulary: Auto, Mutter, Buch, Vater, Angst, Kaput, Festschrift, Zeitgeist, etc. But any language will do. You want to get a feel for how translation works. At least it’s helped me!

6:30 AM Every field has its own jargon — its own specialized vocabulary. Running is no exception. A “streaker” is not what you think it is. Streaking simply means you’re on a running “streak.” “Chicked” is used when you’re a male and are passed by a female runner. To “bonk” means you’ve run out of energy in the middle of a race. A “DNF” means you didn’t finished a race you started. My favorite is LSD, maybe because it’s something I’m famous for (Long Slow Distance).

I’ve not only been chicked during a race but strollered and dogged.

What about biblical studies? Do we use any jargon? Oh my word! Here’s a sampling of our in-house lingo:

Weltanschauung. After all, why say “world view” when you can impress people with your German? 

Sitz im Leben. You Gospel students know what this one means. The life of Christ has 3 of these “settings in life”: the setting of life of Jesus, the setting in life of the early church, and the setting in life of the author of the Gospel you’re reading. (I personally prefer Das Sitz im Leben Jesu, das Sitz im Leben der Urgemeinde, and das Sitz im Leben des Verfassers. But that’s only because I’m a pedant.) 

Heilsgeschichte. This literally means “holy history” and refers to the fact that our Gospels are theological biographies. Of course, ask any person on the street in Berlin what this word means, and they’ll look at you like you have 10 heads. That’s because, unfortunately, they’re not an insider like you are.

LTT. Got you on this one, didn’t I? For several years now there’s been an attempt to replace “Pastoral Epistles” with the acronym LTT — Letters to Timothy and Titus. After all, neither Timothy nor Titus were pastors. The attempt has met with abject failure. We scholars love our traditions too much to give up on this one.

First Testament. This one hasn’t caught on either, but it’s an attempt to replace “Old Testament” or “Hebrew Bible.”

B.C.E. I grew up using B.C. (“Before Christ”). Shame on me. The po-mo term is “Before Common Era.”

Antilegomena. In Greek this means “spoken against.” Some of our early church fathers used the term to describe certain NT books whose canonicity was not universally accepted at first (Hebrews, James, Revelation, etc.).

Iconoclasm. Use this term (1) if you believe that images, paintings, and statues in your church lead to idol worship and should be destroyed or (2) if you just want to impress your friends.

Jeremiad. I’m pretty much an expert at this. It means to grip a lot about life’s hardships. The connection with the OT prophet Jeremiah should be obvious.

Pentateuch. The first 5 books of the Bible. But you probably knew that already.

Blessed. God-ordained luck. Best pronounced as two syllables: Bless-ed.

Septuagint. This is a word no one knows how to pronounce. I kid you not. It refers to the Greek translation of the Hebrew OT.

Bauer. The standard NT Greek lexicon. Also affectionately known as BDAG.

Eucharist. Why call it the “Lord’s Supper” when you can use this fancy term?

Hypostatic Union. Don’t ask.

Just. Required in every sentence during prayer, sometimes more than once in a sentence.

Tzitzit. This is my favorite. Some scholars think that Jesus wore the tzitzit — fringed garments.

Blah blah blah. What you say when you run out of examples in your list of Christian jargon.

So there you have it: Christian-eze 101!

What jargon did I miss?

What’s your favorite example?

Monday, July 15

5:20 PM Today could not have been any more perfect — for anything but running. After an hour workout at the YMCA, I decided to hit my favorite running trail, determined to get in 5 miles. I stopped after 3. I smiled big. Good boy, Dave. You’re finally learning how to listen to your body. I was mentally and physically cooked, so much so that I lazed in the cool water of the county pool for the next 2 hours. It helped. My periformis muscle still hurts. Oh well. There are worse things in life than aches and pains. Like not exercising at all. Friend, continue to live life fully — however you define that. For me, that means stop playing the blame game, especially with God. Accept the good and the bad, the valleys as well as the peaks. Keep taking risks. Most of all, stop seeking joy other than in Jesus. Nothing external can give you the joy that only He can give. Jesus became what God hates most (sin) so that we could become what God loves most (His children). He’s the Great Provider of all that we need. I’m celebrating that fact tonight.

8:42 AM Call me crazy, but I don’t think Greek is all that hard. That said, it does take lots of work to master the language. If you’re just starting to learn Greek this semester, here are some tips:

1) Understand (I mean, really understand) that discipline is the key. It’s like running a marathon. (Interestingly, a marathon has 26 miles and my textbook has 26 chapters. Strange coincidence!) You run one mile at a time. “Run the mile you’re in” is a mantra many of us use when we’re trying to complete a marathon. Really, it’s the only way to succeed.

2) Stay away from Google. Sure, there are zillions of bells and whistles you can use/consult/become addicted to as you study Greek. My advice, however, is to stick with your basic grammar book.

3) Reach out. This isn’t a race you can necessarily win alone. I offer tutoring to any student who requests it. Sometimes we just need a little boost to get us over the next speed bump. Let the people you trust the most lend you a helping hand. An elder at your church, for example, will (or should!) know Greek or at least enough of the language to guide you through the deep waters.

4) Keep your eye on the prize. Say to yourself, “In 9 months I’ll be reading 1 John in Greek,” and believe it. Goal setting is a very powerful thing.

5) Don’t obsess. There’s more to life than Greek. Much more. Don’t spend all your time studying your textbook. Get out and distract yourself. And please, don’t be so doomsday about everything. If you do poorly on one quiz, promise yourself you’ll do better the next time. (In my classes we drop the two lowest quizzes each semester. Everyone is going to blow it at least once.)

6) Finally, persist. Be glad you’re able to take Greek. One day you’ll thank me!

8:25 AM Want to win a copy of They Will Run and Not Grow Weary? Just send me an email telling me briefly what running has meant in your life. If I get several emails, I’ll pick the winner tomorrow randomly. Be sure to include your snail mail address.

 

7:55 AM In one month our new semester will begin. I’ve got 3 classes this fall: NT 2, Greek 1, and Advanced Greek Grammar. I could say a lot about all three. I recall how God used my classes in seminary to form me. The Bible became milk and then strong meat. It became a lamp to guide me through dark places and honey to my lips. I could say much more about the Bible and the benefits of reading it. But it is by serving the Lord that we develop our Christian muscles. The important thing is to show our love for the Lord not only with our lips but in our lives by giving ourselves to others in acts of service in His name.

A sort of odd thing that I do in my NT 2 class is to require what I call “Towel and Basin Ministries.” The syllabus states it this way:

In a “me first” culture, what will our non-Christian friends conclude when they see us serving and uplifting them, simply because we love them? While I recognize that your love for others cannot be measured, I ask that you abide by the following instructions to complete this component of the class:

(1) Choose a ministry or ministries to participate in. Ministries chosen for class must be approved by the professor, and you must choose a ministry that is new to you (one that you have not participated in before) and is regular and sacrificial.

(2) Turn in a report of your ministry at the beginning of class on December 4th, in person. Please specify such things as how many times you participated in this ministry, with whom you participated in this ministry, what benefits accrued to others through this ministry, and any reflections you have regarding how God was working in your heart through this ministry.

(3) Give a 5-minute report to the class on December 4th about how the Lord used you and your ministries this semester.

All Christians are called by God to serve others in this way. Without service there is no possibility of being conformed into the image of His Son. Service is one of the great means by which Jesus invites us to honor Him. It is also the means by which He pours Himself into our lives. Of course, we’ll also study a billion other things about the New Testament. We’ll review the authorship and date, the structure and contents, of each New Testament epistle. But the important thing is to show our gratitude to the Lord by serving Him. In due course everything I’ve taught my students in NT 2 will pass away. But the principle of service will not. Close friendships often develop as the Scriptures are studied and applied in this way. I’m always fascinated to see what kinds of ministries my students come up with. They become, in short, “the church in the world.” Such living out of the Gospel can be a great learning tool, and I trust and pray that such will be the case in the upcoming semester. 

Sunday, July 14

5:50 PM I’m back from up north. First off, I want to thank the National Park Service. I left Antietam and Gettysburg impressed again with the work they do to preserve and make accessible the many battlefields I’ve visited in the course of my life. The cloudless July sky promised me days of relentless sun, but better clear and hot than rainy and cold. Fields of soy beans and corn greeted me wherever I went. Harley-Davidsons mingled with Japanese tourists by the hundreds. But nothing can detract from just “being there.” I can almost imagine what it must have looked like in 1862 and 1863 when these battles took place. For obvious reasons, the Lutheran Seminary in Gettysburg caught my attention like no other venue.

Today it is a battlefield museum, dedicated to telling the story of what medicine was like in the 1860s. Second on my list would be the movie shown in the Gettysburg Visitors’ Center, narrated by Morgan Freeman. It’s a reminder that there are so many reasons to explore these battlefields, and so many ways to do it, including on horseback. On my drive home I went to church in Gordonsville, VA — another historic town. History buffs like me are very good at providing people with Too Much Information (TMI), so I’ll forego posting any more of the dozens or so photos I took. Except this one, of course, for obvious reasons (see my post from Thursday).

Well, that will have to do for now. I am in love with history, always have been, always will be. One of my favorite sayings is, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts” (Mark Twain).

Where’s the best place you’ve ever traveled to?

Where would you go if you could?

Friday, July 12    

6:20 AM Well, Wanderlust has gotten the better of me again, but before heading out let’s have some fun. The Car Talk website has areally cool list of texting abbreviations used by seasoned citizens. A sampling:

  • FWIW: Forgot Where I Was

  • BTW: Bring The Wheel-Chair

  • LOL: Living On Lipitor

  • IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?

  • BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth

  • FYI: For Your Indigestion

Which got me to thinking. Maybe we Greek teachers need our own terms. Here are just a few I came up with this morning:

  • LR: Linguists Rock

  • TOD: Throw Out Deponency!

  • PSOC: Perfect: Stative Or Combinative?

  • AAA: Aspect Ain’t Aktionsart

  • AAP: Aorists Ain’t Punctiliar

  • AHSK: Anyone Here Speak Koine?

  • TABITW: The Amplified Bible Is Too Wordy [Circumlocutory, Repetitious, Verbose] (it has too many words)

  • TGINCG: Thank God It’s Not Classical Greek

  • WWATHD: What Would A.T. Have Done?

Okay, enough, right? So it’s back on the road for me. To me, living means (among other things) expanding your mind and perspective by traveling. On any trip there are a million things that grab your attention. I’ve been to Sharpsburg and Gettysburg a gazillion times but there are still a gazillion things I haven’t seen or done. I try to travel with an openness to people and experiences. That’s one reason I like to stay at Airbnbs. It’s amazing how we human beings are alike even though we live in different states or have different backgrounds. As you leave home, you leave the usual and enter the world of the new. It’s subtle, but you know when you’ve left your normal life behind. Suffice it to say, we all need to get away from time to time. I’ve never visited Thailand but I’d like to. I’ve never eaten a fried bug but I’d find that interesting. I still want to climb to the top of Mount Elbert (the highest 14er in the Rockies). Etc., etc., etc. This weekend is all about the 1860s. My goal is to not overdo things, meet nice people, soak up all the history, and return home refreshed. I plan on spending a lot of time with the Lord. In the moments when I think I am most alone I don’t feel lonely. I’m a fervent believer in the promise of the Great Commission: Jesus is with me daily, helping me to be and do everything God created me to be and do. “A student who is fully trained will become just like their teacher” (Luke 6:40). As we immerse ourselves in the life of Rabbi Jesus, we are taking an intentional step toward being transformed. Amen.

Thanks for following along with me on this journey. Next month: Hawaii, if the good Lord wills!!!

Thursday, July 11    

5:10 PM I’ve booked my Airbnb rooms for the trip, one in Keedysville on the outskirts of Sharpsburg, MD and the other in a small town called Zora, PA about 20 minutes south of the Gettysburg battlefield — Zora having a single restaurant but one that boasts “fall off the bone ribs.” Hooker moved his I Corps through the little town of Keedysville on the morning of Sept. 15, 1862 and thence to the banks of Antietam Creek. Fighting would soon take place on a farm owned by John Miller. Today we know it as the Cornfield, a site that (tragically) earned the right of capitalization. I haven’t done a great deal with my family tree, but I have been able to trace my ancestry on my father’s side to a “J. Miller family who settled along the banks of the Antietam in western Maryland.” The Miller family had emigrated from Germany and, no doubt, were German Pacifists. They may have even attended the nearby Dunker Church. Becky and I celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary at the Piper Farm in Sharpsburg near the famous Sunken Road. My room in Zora is near Taneytown, MD, and from there I hope to be able to locate Meade’s HQ on the night before the battle of Gettysburg. I’m told it’s located just north of the town on Route 94. It was here that Meade received the report of John Reynolds’ death and decided to push the army north to Gettysburg rather than fight it out on the Pipe Creek line. If all goes according to plan, I hope to do most of my sightseeing on bike.

11:55 AM Just took my Sheltie for a walk on the farm. Nobody enjoyed it (*sarcasm*). After all, the sky is blue, the grass is green, the temp is perfect, and there’s a cool breeze blowing. Sorry, folks, but somebody has to enjoy farm life, and it might just as well be me.

11:28 AM Packing for a trip to the Antietam and Gettysburg Battlefield Parks. This time I hope to bike them. I am a huuuuge history buff. So I’m taking these along for the ride.

George Meade was the Rodney Dangerfield of the Union Army and deserves far more credit for the Federal victory at G-Burg than he’s been given. Antietam was the war’s single bloodiest battle. And Guelzo’s book on Gettysburg has never been surpassed.

Looks like nice weather. I plan to use country roads there and back. So much history to enjoy and learn from!

7:30 AM Greek 1 is about to start again — which means it’s time to leap over those grammatical hurdles again! One of the tallest is called grammatical gender. Who needs it??!! Well, you do if you’re going to read Greek. But you have to distinguish between natural gender and grammatical gender. Natural gender is, well, simply the gender of a person or object. Grammatical gender doesn’t necessarily match with the natural gender of the person or object being described. English, I’m told, was once a gendered language, but all that disappeared in Middle English. Trying to learn a gendered language like Koine Greek can be tricky. The key is to memorize the article the with the noun. Of course, some endings are normally one gender or the other (in Spanish, nouns ending in -a are usually feminine in gender). But it’s best not to guess. Most of the time you’ll find gender not very intuitive, unfortunately. Classic example: The word for “manliness” is actually feminine in German, Latin, and Spanish. Some linguists believe that scrapping gendered articles is the wave of the future. When I was studying in German-speaking Basel, we students were usually addressed by the masculine Sehr geehrte Studenten. Then I noticed some profs using Sehr geehrte Studenten (masculine) und Studentinnin (feminine). Today I’m told the trend is to use the more-neutral sounding Studierende (“those who study”). I sometimes “cheated” when speaking German by using de instead of der, die, das. Few cared. After all, de is widely used in Low German.

If you’ve ever struggled with grammatical gender in German, you might find this video helpful. But don’t be too hard on yourself. Even Germans get gender wrong occasionally!

 

6:36 AM I think I’ll order this for my car.

Studies show that people who walk from their sofa to their refrigerator are 80 percent more likely to begin exercising than those who don’t. (I just made that up. But it sounds good.)

Wednesday, July 10    

8:04 PM I promise you: I will never take good health for granted again. I actually just had a long talk with a good “friend” of mine (me).

  • Enough with the excuses already.

  • You had a GREAT half marathon just over a week ago.

  • So take self-pity off your to-do list.

  • Remember, there are many people who can’t run.

  • Goodness, there are people who can’t even walk (babies).

  • It is BLAZINGLY obvious that you are in good health other than some minor aches and pains.

  • So get out there and DO IT.

  • You always feel better after you run, even at your sloth-like pace.

  • Listen, you whiner. You GET to do this.

  • Be grateful there’s nothing über-wrong with you.

  • Matter of fact, half the people you know have minor aches and pains.

  • So lace up and go!

Well, I guess I sure told HIM!

You know I like to take risks. I was, however, thrown off a bit by my recent bout with prostatitis, as well as that silly old periformis muscle that’s pressing down on my sciatic nerve in my right glute. The PT told me to get my glutes stronger, and I’m working on that. I realize I’m the type of person to take myself way too seriously at times. But I want you to know that I’m absolutely and fully committed to being a healthy and long-lasting runner. If this means less marathons per year (say 1 or 2 instead of 5), so be it. If this means I need to cut way back on my racing goals, I’m good. I just have to be willing to back off when I feel I need to. Most of my current problems are caused simply by having too many birthdays. But the best thing you can do as you age is keep moving. For me, I think the key is going to change my running form. The important thing is to become smarter the older I get. Right now I’m making it a goal to plan how many workouts of each type I want to get in during the week and then I do whatever feels good that day. Or something like that. 

Okay. I’ll stop. Even I’m falling asleep.

7:04 PM Travel note: Lord willing, I’ll be speaking at Liberty University on Friday, Sept. 20. I’ll be in Ben Laird’s Greek class at noon and then Jill Ross’s Greek class at 3:15. Finally, I’m slated to give a lecture in Science Hall from 6:30-8:00 pm, sponsored by the university’s linguistics club. My topic is, “Why Bible Students Should Be the Best Linguists Out There.” All fools and philosophers are welcome!

6:45 PM “After you’ve gone where I’ve sent you, do everything you can to participate in the work of training the people from every nation to follow me in obedience and love, immersing them in the name of the Triune God — Father, Son, and Holy Spirit — and teaching them to obey all that I have commanded you. And don’t ever forget that I am with you each and every day, until the very end of the age.” The people of God have a unique and beautiful ministry in this world. “To participate in mission is to participate in the movement of God’s love toward people, since God is a fountain of sending love” (David Bosch). Then send us, Lord. Send every son and daughter of Yours. Cause us to join You in this great and glorious mission. As You sent the Son, we are now the Sent.

It’s a lovely thing to watch men and women working together for something bigger than themselves, regardless of their location or their vocation.

Tuesday, July 9    

9:22 AM Guess what you can get on sale at B & H Academic!

Chuck Quarles is one of the finest exegetes you will ever read.

8:42 AM Church websites seem to always have a button you can press for “Giving.” When I clicked on this one this morning I had a delightful surprise. Rather than talking about financial offerings, it emphasized that every member of the church has a spiritual “gift” to give to the body. Friends, there is a specific way God chooses to use every believer. He knows just what He wants to accomplish through the gift He’s given you. Quite frankly, that should scare a lot of us. Paul explains it like this: “Now to each one the manifestation of the Spirit is given for the common good” (1 Cor 12:7). Do I know what that ministry is? Am I doing it?

There’s been a lot of online discussion lately about whether or not you should get a Ph.D. in Biblical Studies. So few jobs. So few opportunities. Such a major commitment of time and money. Are you sure you want to do this?

Big shock: If God calls you do to something, He will take care of the place of service. I wouldn’t accept doctoral students unless I believed that. If you’re not sure, ask yourself: What does it seem that God has predisposed me toward? Do I love to teach? Do I really and truly enjoy research and writing? As in: Nerd Alert. Then, as God begins to move you in a certain direction, obey. Go with it. It’s God’s responsibility to gift you. It’s yours to show yourself obedient. God has spoken clearly on this matter (1 Cor. 12:4-6). Since the Spirit has gifted you, the Lord will appoint you to a place where you can exercise that gift, and the Father will determine the results of your service. Certainly you’re taking a big risk. But all of life is like that. Christianity is an adventure. If it wasn’t, we wouldn’t need faith.

Believer, God has equipped you to love, to serve, to minister to others. Spend time with the Spirit today. Ask Him to point you in the right direction. If you’re already using His gift to serve others, thank Him for it. There is hardly anything more rewarding in this world.

Monday, July 8    

8:34 PM In the latest issue of Christianity Today, Andrew Wilsonoffers an analogy to help us think biblically about what is involved in the “filling of the Spirit” (Eph. 5:18). He suggests it’s misguided for us to think of being “filled” in terms of a liquid like water filling a glass. Such an analogy raises all kinds of questions: “Can the Spirit be spilled?” “Are Christians capable of leaking?” Instead, he says we are to think of being filled with air or wind — like a bagpipe or a trumpet. A good analogy is that of a sailboat, he writes. A sailboat “requires a power beyond itself (the wind) to go anywhere.”

A glass of water only needs filling once; a sailboat won’t be useful without constant filling.

Sailors know that they must rely completely on an external force to get them anywhere. And so it is in the Christian life. The Holy Spirit is needed if God is to move us from where we are to where we ought to be. The same metaphor is found in Heb. 6:1. What is normally rendered as “Let us press on to maturity” is rendered “Let us continue to be carried along to maturity” in the ISV because the latter is what the Greek seems to be saying. The language is one of metaphor. We might paraphrase the verse as follows: “Let us raise our sails as it were and be moved along to maturity in the Christian life by the Holy Spirit of God.” The same Greek verb (phero) is also found in the passive voice in 2 Pet. 1:21: “holy men of God spoke as they were being carried along by the Holy Spirit.” (See my discussionhere.)

I needed this reminder today. There are moments in my life when I feel I am being led and guided by the Holy Spirit, but there are also a lot of times when I try to move the boat along in my own strength. There are moments of grace and beauty, but there are also moments of self-reliance and do-it-yourself living. I’ve sailed enough to know that a sailboat can’t go anywhere without someone raising the sails. I like the idea of the Holy Spirit moving me along to maturity. I wish my life was like that all the time. Needless to say, it can be. Thank God for His Spirit. Thank God we aren’t reliant on our own strength to make progress in holiness. The analogy of Eph. 5:18 stuns me, and reminds me once again that just when I think I’m making headway under my own power, I’m not. If I’m making any progress in this thing we call the Christian life, it’s because I’m living the miraculous, bright, beautiful stuff of the Spirit/Wind/Breath of God.

8:15 AM “For we are His masterpiece, created in Christ Jesus so that we can do the good things He planned for us long ago.”

Is this really talking about me? About damaged goods?

Being a kid in Hawaii, I just knew I wanted to be a musician when I grew up. I was certain that the only talent I had was playing the trumpet. I began to study music assiduously at the University of Hawaii after graduating from high school. Then I ended up at Biola. I had lost all vision of becoming a trumpet player. All I wanted to do was study the Bible. And Biola was the closest Christian university to my home in Kailua. I dragged my feet when it came to taking the two years of required Greek. Eventually I passed those courses and was hired to teach Classical and Koine Greek at Biola. I wondered out loud, Was I to become a professor? If so, I needed to find a good doctoral program. When I began working on my D. Theol. in Basel I could finally begin to see my future unfolding. I assumed I would be teaching at Biola for my entire career. But in 1998 God had other plans. Still today, it shocks me to recall the goodness of God in allowing us to move to North Carolina. My day to day work fits me just about perfectly. There seems to be the perfect balance between classroom teaching, academic writing, and personal mentoring. Steve Jobs once said, “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect the dots looking backwards.” Today I’m able to look back and see how God was working every detail in my life into something good. What I once considered devastating detours I now see as necessary steps God was taking to get me to where I need to be. What I had to learn is that what I saw as tragedies God sees as future triumphs. Even when cancer and death came knocking on our door, Becky and I opened it and said, “You, Jesus, are the resurrection and the life. Even though we die, we will live” (John 11:25).

I imagine that some of you reading my blog this morning are going through some gut-wrenching circumstance, wondering if you’re tough enough to go on. I never, ever want to go through a journey as tough as our cancer journey again, but as we travelled through that dark valley, as we pressed into Jesus, our priorities began to change and our passion and love for people intensified. Now that Becky is gone, I have more time than ever to learn to pray and be with God. And the more time I spend with Papa, the more He renovates my life. It was in the pit that God prepared Joseph to take his place as a leader. Believer, you might right now be in that pit. Remember that God is using your messy circumstances to transform you into a masterpiece of His grace. If we’re honest and tender with ourselves, our lives are a testimony to God’s ability to turn our defeats into victories.

I went for a long walk recently. I needed to pour out before God my daddy hurts, the father wounds I’ve experienced all my life. By an act of faith, I started rehearsing in my mind the Gospel — that Jesus loves me just the way I am, cares for me, was wounded for me, experienced the cross on my behalf, and now lives in my heart to live His life through me. I realized that wallowing in self-pity only makes things worse by magnifying the pain instead of magnifying what Jesus has accomplished on our behalf. Listen to what Paul writes in Eph. 1:5-6: “God decided in advance to adopt us into His own family by bringing us to Himself through Jesus Christ. This is exactly what He wanted to do, and it gave Him great pleasure. And so we praise God for the glorious grace He has poured out on us who belong to His dear Son.” God the Papa has adopted me, which means that everything Jesus has I now have because I belong to Jesus, the Father’s Beloved Son.

Every once in a while, the bottom drops out in our lives. That’s just the way life is. No one is exempt. Let me encourage you. No one else may see the behind-the-scenes work Jesus is doing through you, but your Father sees. He’s cheering you on. The past doesn’t have to define you. Papa is inviting you into a life of continual transformation. Because you are His child, you are nothing less than His masterpiece.

Final reminder: Take time today to be with people who make your heart smile. We never know what’s around the corner, so live in the present. Soak it up. Enjoy every good gift Papa is giving you today.

Sunday, July 7    

1:54 PM In 1978, Becky and I spent 3 months in West Germany with Greater Europe Mission. We were based at the Bibelschule Bergstrasse in Seeheim. I’ll never forget arriving at the gates of the Bible school and seeing the institution’s motto. In German, just above the iron gates, were these words from Col. 2:3:

In ihm sind alle Schätze der Weisheit und der Erkenntnis verborgen.

(In Him are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.)

I was reminded of that today while listening to an excellent message on Colossians.

Look at the verse again, believer. I hope you understand just how many opportunities Jesus has given you to hear from Him directly in His word. We never lack God’s authentic voice. While He does use other modes of communication (such as blogs and books and sermons), nothing can ever replace the written word of God. In it God has made it nearly impossible not to see and hear Jesus. This side of heaven, nothing is sweeter than sipping from the Living Water that Jesus promises to anyone who is thirsty. He alone is the treasury of wisdom and knowledge. Yes, listen to your teachers and counselors. But ask the Spirit Himself to show you fresh truth directly out of God’s word. God met me this morning in a church building through His spokesman. Amen for that. But the other 6 days of the week the word itself is His megaphone. (Even on Sunday that’s true.)

Incidentally, one of the songs we sang today was “In Christ Alone.”

I can’t tell you how many times Becky and I stood, side by side, arm in arm, singing the words “Till He returns, or calls me home, here in the power of Christ I’ll stand,” knowing full well that Becky’s days on earth were numbered. Believer, sometimes the blessings of life can only come through loss. Of course, you never choose the loss, but you wouldn’t miss the comfort of God that only comes when we’re in the dark. The breaking, the sorrow, is painful, but without it we’d never stand up straight and strong. Simply put, the Spirit ministers peace when we most need it, not a moment sooner. I think God knew how hard it would be for me to live without Becky, but He also knew the sweet communion we’d experience as a result of that loss.

Yesterday and today I’ve been on a personal retreat, studying what the Bible has to say about taming the tongue, focusing mostly on the book of James. Recently someone very close to me rebuked me for something I had said. Matthew Henry once noted, “See what a mercy it is to be under the restraints of an awakened conscience. Faithful are the wounds, and kind are the bonds, of that friend, for by them the soul is kept from perishing eternally.” Believers, imagine life without friends like that. Humility is looking to God in heaven through tears and thanking Him for the liberty that’s coming. I’d rather hear the Spirit’s convicting voice than not to hear His voice at all. He speaks, and you know what to do. I’m such a talker. Literally. But I need to do more listening. The misuse of the tongue is a sin we can’t ignore. Do you and I worship God with our lips? Ask Him to reveal any ways you might have distorted the truth. Pray for His incense to burn in your heart and on your tongue. With His help, I’ll do the same.

8:45 AM I watched a wonderful movie last night on Amazon Prime. It wasn’t a Christian film. In fact, it was secular, as secular as can be. Yet it oozed excellence. It’s tempting sometimes to read the Bible as though it is against the arts. I doubt that this is the case. I am an artist. I am a musician. So are many of you. A work of art can be a doxology in itself. God is interested in beauty, is He not? Come with me to the beaches of Hawaii, or to the Alps above Zermatt, or to Lake Tana in Ethiopia, or to my farm. God made creation to be beautiful. What makes art “Christian” is not necessarily the fact that it deals with Christian truth. The works of art in the Louvre should be to the praise of Christ. Art is something to be enjoyed per se, like the movie I enjoyed last night. Its cinematography, its musical score, its acting — all portrayed the kind of excellence that can only reflect the hand of a Creator God. Anything creative has value because God is the Creator. When I drew these pictures I didn’t do so in order to make a theological point.

I just happen to enjoy drawing faces.

If an artist’s technical excellence is high, he or she is to be acknowledged for this even though they might not even have a Christian worldview.

Even better is when we bring our art under the judgment of Christ. Have I done this to glorify God? Is it the best work I am capable of? And yes, is there a message, no matter how subtle, that my art is conveying? If so, am I conveying that truth accurately? My point is that Christian art is not always art that deals openly with Christian truth. I enjoy the sound of the wind rustling in the trees not because wind is a religious object but because of its intrinsic sonorous beauty. Yet doesn’t the wind, and the sky, and the entire earth raise our eyes toward heaven, toward the One who created all this?

The Christian life is to be a thing of truth but also a thing of beauty. My goal, in the years I have left on this earth, is to allow God to use my broken life to be a thing of beauty, a work of art that He can use for His purposes.

Saturday, July 6    

10:08 PM The most superb of Dupré’s works. I am dissolving into tears as I listen to this lovely melody.

I was born in the wrong era and in the wrong place. Organ music definitely brings me to my knees. Thank you, Lord, from the bottom of my heart.

9:24 PM Francis Schaeffer: “If I have a conversation with a theological liberal, I hope he’ll take from it two equally strong impressions. One, I really disagree with him. Two, I really care about him.”

That is really good.

12:44 PM From my daughter’s garden. Thank you!

 

8:48 AM Look forthis!

8:42 AM Here’s mom sharing her daughter’s book with our Ethiopian server in Dallas. Lovely.

8:40 AM Why you should consider having communionevery week.

8:34 AM Every good gift is from above! When the aspirin works, the Lord is the one who made it work. When the surgery is successful, the Lord is the one who saw to it. All healing is ultimately spiritual healing. When I approached my doctor last week with my symptoms, she put me on an antibiotic, but I did not approach her without also approaching God. I should never cease to give thanks to the one who gives me all things!

Friday, July 5    

6:10 PM Had a wonderful time in Dallas with mom and dad. Also happy to tell you that my 10K yesterday went extremely well. It was worth all the sweat. Do not be deceived. Dallas is HOT in July.

I leave you with four words from my Bible study this morning from James 5.

Suffering? Pray!

Cheerful? Praise!

SHA-ZAH-YUM! Man, I needed those words. Why is it that when I suffer I seem to do anything but pray? And why is it when I’m enjoying ease I seem to do anything but give God the glory? Prayer and praise are always appropriate. To pray is to acknowledge God’s sovereignty over my suffering. To praise is to acknowledge that He is the ultimate source of my gladness. Either way, my whole life is to be lived in His presence, whether sorrowful or joyful. Jesus is teaching me not to fixate on tomorrow’s fears or today’s joys but on His grace and presence. He’s the only one worthy of my entire life’s surrender. Believe that today, my friend. The same door flung wide open for your petitions is flung wide open for your praises — petitions in times of difficulty, praises in times of well-being. Practice it!

Tuesday, July 2    

6:10 AM Happy Fourth of July week, everybody. Thank you to all who have faithfully and lovingly run alongside me in this journey and encouraged me to keep lifting my hands in praise to God. Thank you for helping me to see and know Jesus through your words, hearts, and hope-filled lives. You fuel me to keep writing. May God remain the fire in your soul and the wind in your sails!

Monday, July 1    

5:48 PM My discussion with Abidan Shah on the importance of textual criticismhas now been posted. For more Carpe Mañana podcasts, gohere.

4:54 PM I leave tomorrow to spend several days with mom and dad in Texas. How do I define a relationship?

Relationship = Time + Words

If we’re not spending time with our loved ones, and if we’re not regularly communicating with them, we may call it a relationship but it’s anything but a relationship. Take the time to seek and pray about your relationships. Ask God to deepen them if they’ve become distant and stale. What I’ve learned over the years is that when it comes to practically anything in life, quality counts as much as quantity does. You don’t need tons of relationships but you do need a few quality ones. And remember: with each other, we can be ourselves — the good, the silly, the ugly, everything.

8:28 AM Here are two recent reviews of Dirk Jongkind’s new intro to the Tyndale House Greek New Testament. I think you might need to read both of them to get a balanced perspective. One is byWilliam Varner. The other is byJames Snapp.

Varner’s review is largely complimentary. Snapp’s is somewhat the opposite. Varner’s is brief. Snapp’s is a bit more detailed (and nuanced). Having written not a few book reviews in my lifetime, I can say that trying to evaluate the work of a fellow scholar is a thankless task. So I want to start by saying thanks to both Will and James for their essays. I am no specialist in New Testament textual criticism, and I have no expertise whatsoever in the method behind the THGNT. Textual criticism is a field into which I have trespassed, though I am not the only one to have done so, of course. The topic has attracted an extensive literature, and I’ve only been able to read some of it. In some circles, the topic is even explosive. Yet I have persevered in publishing in the field, mainly because I’m interested in producing (I hope) a perhaps more balanced approach between Alexandrian Priorists on the one hand and Byzantine Priorists on the other. I’ve even offered to the reading public a brief primer on the topic — a rather rough-hewn work of an ordinary New Testament teacher who is struggling to think Christianly and logically about the text of the New Testament. Like perhaps some of you, I feel myself caught in the painful tension between the two camps.

What, then, is my opinion of Dirk’s book? Well, I wrote a positive endorsement of it, so that should tell you something. The THGNT fairly cried out for an explanation of its existence, and Dirk’s book meets this need nicely. The book is a combination of practical suggestions and thoughtful meditations on issues such as evaluating variants and reading an apparatus. However, at the end of the day, I’m with Snapp: the THGNT leaves far too many questions to be very helpful as a basic guide to textual criticism. And, unlike Varner, I do not recommend that my students purchase it since they don’t have the luxury of buying more than one edition of the Greek New Testament. (The textual apparatus in the THGNT is completely inadequate, in my opinion, for anyone intent on doing serious work in the text, as Snapp has noted. I much prefer UBS or NA.) The one good thing I hope ensues from the debate over the THGNT is a renewed distinction between textual criticism as a science and one’s own reflections on the topic. Whereas the latter may have changed, the former has not. Thankfully, there are now many authoritative books and essays on this subject, many of them by evangelicals. One even hears more and more appreciative words spoken about this or that Byzantine reading. However, those who perceive a shift in the scholarly guild’s stance on the Byzantine text would be wrong. With very few exceptions, we still live a world dominated by Alexandrian Priority.

Again, I would like to thank both essayists for their reviews. Each took time from I’m sure a very busy schedule to put their thoughts down in writing. I am also extremely grateful to Dirk Jongkind for the immense time and energy he invested in making his book available to the public. I do hope that it will stimulate a new generation of Christian students to think seriously about some of the big exegetical issues of our day. 

6:56 AM My Bible reading this morning was in Galatians 6. Paul talks about his “scars.” A scar is a reminder of the body’s ability to heal itself. Scars are a testament to survival. Your scars each tell a story. Wear them with pride. It’s hard to think of scars as a blessing. Paul says we are clay pots. We are called to display the glory of Another. We each hold a priceless treasure. Who is watching you today? Do they see Jesus in all the chips and cracks? Do they see the inside of the box? The more holes we have, the more the light can shine through. Believe that today. In this scar-filled world, you are loved by an amazing God. He will take of all those who call upon His name. Today, as I continue to struggle with my scars, I know that God hears my cries for help and will sustain me. He gives me grace to endure and hope to persevere. In the meantime, I will serve Him as best as I can and always give Him the glory. I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but there is nothing better than starting your day by focusing on what you have and not on what you lack. 

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Sunday, June 30    

6:06 PM Two things to share before Sheba and I go for a walk tonight:

1) Just got the results for yesterday’s half marathon. I came in 87 out of 109 runners. At 67 I was by far the oldest man out on the course. I’m happy with my 87th place result. I averaged a 10:53 min./mile pace, which is about all I could handle in the heat. Still, I came in under 3 hours, which was my goal. Right now I’m a bit stiff and sore, mainly because I forgot to use my Vaseline. But it was worth every mile. Running gives me physical exercise but it does so much more than that. It does something good for one’s mental well-being as well. In plain English, it reminds you that you can. That’s important, because I have one more marathon this year, the BIG CHICAGO. I’m going to try really hard not to overdo it. I’ll be sensible, work hard, and then do my best on race day. I am learning to listen to my body over everything else — everything. I’m learning to pay attention to the little aches and pains and baby myself. 

2) I have a 10K race planned for this coming Wednesday in Dallas. I’ve run this race 3 years in a row and I’m feeling nostalgic. Do you see a common theme? It’s all about running the race of life with endurance. Elite runners share the same doubts and fears that plague amateur runners. We all want to make wise choices, and one of the most important choices we can make is to accept the inevitable movement from the best there is to the best we can be. Bill Rodgers won Boston 4 times and is content with shorter races today. Rather than trying to come in first place in a race he tries to place in the top three for the age awards. The deeper truth about running is that you can’t change your fate, only accept it. When you can accept that fact into your daily life, you are well on your way to becoming the person you want to be, in every area of your life.

That’s it. Simple, basic, and (I know) repetitive. But I enjoy sharing my thoughts with you. Thanks for listening.

4:48 PM The future ofeimi (“I am”) is in the middle voice. “I’ll be personally” nails it!

11:50 AM I love taking exotic vacations overseas. But I also love staycations. I took one this weekend to the quaint little town of Farmville, VA. I stayed in a historic hotel and visited historic Longwood University and window-shopped and attended early church service today. I also ran in the Night Train 50K/Half Marathon last night. Since it was 101 degrees at race time, I opted for the shorter distance. I think I’m happiest when I’m outdoors in God’s creation. This afternoon I’ll return to our public pool to get in some laps. It’s not a lap pool by the way. You’re swimming surrounded by water revelers and screaming kids but you make it happen anyway. After teaching for 6 weeks I needed to cut myself a break. An MRI revealed arthritis in my neck, and a strained periformis muscle in my glutes has been causing foot numbness. Times like this require waiting on the Lord (and a good physical therapist). I’d like to be able to say to you that I always wait patiently but I don’t. “Blessed is the one who waits” (Dan. 12:12). Waits in quiet confidence. Waits in silent hope. Throughout this period I’ve been realizing how God is weaving a tapestry through all the events of my life. There’s an old German proverb that says, “Beginne zu weben, und Gott wird dir die Faden geben” (“Begin to weave, and God will give you the thread”). In my case, I believe God is dangling the thread in front of me and telling me to do something with it. He’s telling me that while I’m waiting I can use my struggles and my experiences for good — which usually means helping somebody else. Meanwhile, I try and wait with confident patience and faith, keeping my eyes fixed squarely on God.

So this weekend I went out of town though I didn’t really go out of town very far. One of the best things about traveling is that you get to run in new places. Such was not the case this weekend. The High Bridge Trail and I are old friends. I know every square inch of the thing. Regardless, getting out of town (even if it’s close by) helps me to reevaluate what I like and what I don’t like and what I’d like to change in my life. Everything and nothing.

This coming week: Dallas. Woohoo!!! Real barbeque!!! Against such there is no law.

P.S. Why my room had two beds, I have no idea. One of them I did make good use of, that’s for sure.

Saturday, June 29    

10:35 AM Love riding surfboards … and horses … and tractors … and ride mowers. 

6:12 AM Congratulations to my New Testament colleague and friend Miguel Echavarría on the publication of his new book.

The Preface concludes with these words:

It is my prayer that this book will give the reader a clearer vision of Paul’s future hope — the inheritance of a restored cosmos over which Jesus will reign. After all, Paul did not think he would spend eternity in heaven. He, like most every other Jew, longed for the Messiah to establish His kingdom upon a radically transformed earth.

5:06 AM Beware the “affirmed event.” As historians of the Bible, we can’t deal directly with the events themselves. We deal with statements about those events. The “ephemeral event” is the event as it actually happened. The “affirmed event” is the affirmation about the event. Scholars can be wrong about the “affirmed event.” They tell us that Paul could not have authored Hebrews because of 2:3-4. But if the letter began “Paul the apostle to the Hebrews” all of us would come up with a perfectly satisfying explanation for those verses in accordance with Pauline authorship, just as we do with the data in the Pastoral Epistles that seem to contradict Pauline authorship. Hebrews is formally anonymous. Anonymity means that the author’s name was unwritten, not that it was unknown. Read chapter 13 and you will see that the readers knew exactly who the author was. Regrettably, once a consensus has been reached — Paul could not have authored Hebrews — it becomes the “affirmed event.” It is the event as it is remembered but not necessarily as it happened. Regrettably, once an affirmed event is established, it becomes almost impossible to dismiss even when new, seemingly contradictory evidence is discovered. The old consensus must be preserved, even at the expense of logic. The “ephemeral event” has been lost and the “affirmed event” with all of its incongruities is now deeply embedded in the popular consciousness. The “affirmed event” is safe even though it might be falsely shackled to erroneous data. Markan Priority is another such “affirmed event.” The secondary nature of the Byzantine text is yet another. The answers to these questions, as well as many others in biblical studies, cannot be satisfactorily found within the new consensus. The answers to each of these questions will remain elusive until the central piece of the puzzle is put in place — the external evidence.

4:40 AM My Scripture reading this morning was from 1 John 2. This chapter is all about Jesus. He pleads with the Father for us. He Himself is the atoning sacrifice that appeases the wrath of God on our behalf. He is “the one who has existed from the beginning.” We are forgiven for His sake. We can defeat the Evil One because of His word. We have had the Holy Spirit poured out upon us by Christ. He is the Messiah — and no one dare reject that truth! Finally, Christ Jesus Himself is the one who promised to give us eternal life. I love this Jesus. I love His word. Though I daily fail to follow Him as I should, my aim is to love Him and serve Him and to live in imitation of His life (2:6). I am His and He is mine, and though our days be fraught with suffering, we who call upon His name will one day see the King of Glory!

Friday, June 28    

6:34 PM I am completely humbled to announce that my new book is now out.

It’s a quick read, much quicker than my mile pace (*rim shot*). It’s so basic it’s boring. But if you want to read about how a Greek prof went from being a couch potato to a couch potato who can barely finish an ultramarathon, I suspect it might be just the encouragement you need. A slow, aging man will not even be a footnote in the annals of running history, but I have celebrated all the miles the Lord has allowed me to put on this old body of mine, and I’m happy to share the journey with you.

6:04 PM Just thinking that we are created in the image of a Giver. Also thinking that a check for a good cause is never a replacement for giving ourselves. The impoverished Macedonians first gave themselves to the Lord, then took an offering. Maybe we should place a note in the offering plate with the words “I give myself.” Only those who have given themselves first to Christ are ready for the collection plate.

5:20 PM We studied 1 John this week in class. I need to say a few things. Reading 1 John 1:9 (“If we make it our habit to confess our sins”) always reminds me that I need to have a regular habit of repentance.

Every believer always has something to repent of. I know I do. It tells Jesus: I’m all in. I went to my knees in tears. Jesus, may there be less of me and more of You. I must die to live. Let me push against the darkness of my soul and breathe into Thy Kingdom Come.

The Christian life is crazy hard work. But it is good work. And it begins on our knees.

5:02 PM Our 6 weeks of Greek are over. Students:

Let’s reject the tin god of “I did this” and give God all the glory!

Let’s grapple with the question: Now that I can read Greek, so what?

Let’s remember that we are priests to one another and for one another in Christ’s body, using our gifts for mutual upbuilding and not just for self-encouragement.

Let’s take our pride and “dump it all in the trash” (Phil. 3) because of Christ.

Six weeks ago you were on the threshold of a life change. You set out on your journey, not knowing where you were going. Sometimes you sat by the trail and wept, it was so hard. But every single one of you finished the course, ran your race, and won the victory. I am SO PROUD of you. I pray that you may come to know God deeply and intimately through your reading of your Greek New Testament. I pray that you would be an explorer of God’s word and never be content with pat answers. I pray for eyes to see and ears to hear what the Spirit is saying to the church. May Greek change your life for the better, but be prepared to be wrong about a few things. You will never outgrow your need to know more, listen more attentively, and depend on the Spirit. This is not the time for apathy. The battle is yours, and it is already won, says Jesus. Keep your eyes on Him, never on any human teacher. Then everything in your life can be a testimony to the goodness of God.

Well done, good and faithful, well done!

Monday, June 24    

5:10 AM “You never know much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you” (C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed). I’ve lived long enough to know that my aim in life is to please Jesus, not any man. Through many sorrows He’s the one who’s been there for me. The only thing to do with the past is to learn whatever lessons are to be gained and then forget it. Today, as I limp through life, I’m going to reach forward to the things that lie before me. I want to possess all that is mine in Christ — all the service that remains for me to do. I’ve made up my mind on “this one thing,” and nothing shall detract me from it.

Sunday, June 23    

7:55 PM Not that anybody cares, but because I’m in a talkative mood, these are my upcoming races (subject, of course, to good health and to a green light from the Lord):

Saturday, June 29: Night Train 50K Ultramarathon, Farmville, VA.

Thursday, July 4, Liberty by the Lake 10K, The Colony, TX.

Sunday, July 7: Rex Wellness Triathlon, Garner, NC.

Saturday, July 20: Heat of the Night Fun Run, Durham, NC.

Sunday, August 11: Rex Wellness Triathlon, Wake Forest, NC.

Sunday, September 15: Rex Wellness Triathlon, Knightdale, NC.

Sunday, October 13: Chicago Marathon!

7:02 PM I’ll admit I’m a pretty lousy cook. But I’ve got one meal down to perfection.

6:45 PM I love John “The Penguin” Bingham’s writings. He advocates slow, easy running. He’s perhaps most famous for the saying, “The miracle isn’t that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.” Here I am at the start of today’s triathlon.

The oldest competitor at the race?

You’re looking at a couch potato 4 years ago. Today I run because I love to. I run to overcome my need to always please people. I run to find the best in myself and in others. I run because the running community is a huge, overlooked mission field. I run because I know that if I can get better in this sport, maybe someday I can become a better father and teacher and friend and writer. I run because my body is the only one I have. I can’t trade it in for a new and improved model. I can only do the best with what God’s given me.

Running means you may never achieve all of your goals. But that’s never an excuse not to achieve some of them.  

6:24 PM We begin translating 1 John this week in summer Greek. This is heart-stoppingly important. We’ll see that:

1. Greek is not the Open Sesame or Abracadabra of biblical interpretation. But a knowledge of Greek can tell us what the interpretive options are.

2. Greek enables us to adjudicate the accuracy of the Bible translations and commentaries we use. A text simply cannot mean what the grammar of that text doesn’t indicate.

3. Greek is needed to do structural analysis every bit as much as it is needed to do word studies.

4. Greek linguistics can help us think more logically about the way languages work, including the biblical languages.

5. The best homiletical outlines are those that are derived from the text itself.

6. What’s emphatic or prominent in a biblical text? The Greek can often help us find our way here, especially when it comes to rhetorical devices such as chiasmus, assonance, and word, phrase, and clause order.

I am uptohere with books about New Testament Greek. But they do me no good unless I am willing to read and study the Greek text itself. That is why we study Greek. To listen to God’s words and then to obey them.

5:50 PM Just woke up from a 3-hour nap. As soon as napping is recognized as a professional sport, I’m ready to cut some nice endorsement deals.

2:42 PM I need this.

2:22 PM Great news, web fam! Watch for this book:

David R. Miller, Pedagogy in Crisis: A Pedagogical Analysis of New Testament Greek in Twenty-First Century Theological Education (Eugene, OR: Wipf & Stock).

It’s a slightly revised dissertation written under my supervision. I’m really looking forward to this one.

2:14 PM After the race I went to a church in Wake Forest I’d heard so much about. It was my first visit. My personal assistant and his family attend there, as do several of my faculty colleagues. The message was stellar. Anyone who can teach from the book of Leviticus and keep his audience awake deserves a medal in my book.

2:05 PM All in all, today’s was one of the funnest triathlons I’ve done. I had my best overall time in a tri to date, praise the Lord. A tip of the old kepi to the race directors for putting on one fine event. My final time was 1:38:19.

5:04 AM “What we call trouble, God calls growth. Ask Job. Ask Joseph. Ask David. Ask Paul. Ask James.”  — David Allen.

Saturday, June 22    

8:12 PM Nate and I were looking for this CD but couldn’t find it. It just up and disappeared. So I ordered it on Amazon. It was recorded at Second Baptist Houston, which has one of the most sublime pipe organs in the world.

It contains the best rendition of Cortège et Litanie by Marcel Dupré I’ve ever heard. Nate once played this piece for me on one of his reed organs. This stunning piece of music always leaves me spellbound. Can listen to it over and over again. I never want it to end!

Organ music is so much underrated today. Tragic loss to the church.

7:30 PM Fun fact: In tomorrow’s triathlon I’m seeded 208 out of 235 competitors, based on our swim times. I thought I was fast but I’m up against some killer swimmers. I’ve learned that, in athletics, you must acquiesce to the truth about your body but that you needn’t concede to it.

You speedsters out there — watch out for #208!

7:08 PM The loggers have reached an impasse because of the recent rain.

Like life, don’t you think? In John Bunyan’s allegory The Pilgrim’s Progress, the “Slough of Despair” is a deep bog, stagnant and murky. At the beginning of the book, Christian falls into the Slough of Despair but is rescued by another pilgrim. Later, he falls into a river and almost drowns. This time he must rescue himself. Last weekend I was, you might say, stuck in the muck. Father’s Day was just plain hard. Friends, we’re going to encounter some pretty nasty stuff in life. But there is always a stairway that leads out of the slough. Jesus lifts us out of the miry clay.

The feet of Jesus. That’s where we find the grace to go onward and upward. 

6:48 PM “The loyalty of Christian youth must be first and foremost to Christ himself. Nothing can take the place of the daily time of intimate companionship with the Lord. Make time for it somehow and secure that it is real.” —  William Temple, archbishop of Canterbury. Beautifully biblical.

5:52 PM Family love is a marathon and not a sprint. In every marathon I’ve ever run, you feel like your legs weigh 500 pounds during the first 3 miles. But sooner or later you find your rhythm and hit your stride. Love between family members is found only as everyone keeps moving forward, dealingas one with the setbacks and rejoicing in the progress achieved.

5:40 PM “As I lay down my pen for the last time (literally, since I confess I am not computerized) at the age of eighty-eight ….” So the words of John Stott while writing the Postscript to his book The Radical Disciple.

The end of a prolific author’s writing career brings tender thoughts to this Christian. I ask myself, “Is there any greater sin than taking for granted the grace of God?” I too have the sobering thought that time is fast running out. If there are classes to teach and books to write or family get-togethers to organize, now is the time. Still, when all is said and done, this puny life is but a prelude to the endless story that will take an eternity to unfold.

1:25 PM Jesus told us to pray for daily bread. He is not only our Savior but our Sustenance. No wonder I feel exuberant joy this day. 

12:32 PM This weekend’s triathlon in Wake Forest is for a really good cause:Smile Train. This charity provides cleft repair surgery to tens of thousands of children every year. I love running. But I love running for charities even more.

12:40 PM Just finished editing Rob Plummer’s essay “An Ideal Beginning Greek Grammar?” for our book on Greek linguistics. Rob’s essay provides real insights into Greek pedagogy. His third characteristic of an ideal grammar is that “it will be written clearly and simply”:

Sadly, many grammarians write for each other. It is perhaps the minority of scholars who can write in such a way that the non-specialist is informed, inspired, and even delighted.

That’s a pretty high bar. But in my opinion, Rob fits the bill to a t. We who teach beginning Greek — take heed:

1. Always use the KISS method (Keep It Simple Stupid).

2. Remember that basic Greek grammar is logical and therefore relatively simple.

3. Give a brief devotional or practical application of what you’re teaching every time you meet.

7:52 AM Norskov Olsen did his doctorate under Bo Reicke in Basel a decade before I did. I’m super happy to have a personal copy of one of his books.

Some takeaways:

1. The ministry of the “good news of the kingdom” involves all the members of the body.

2. The church is a family, and all believing members are brothers and sisters.

3. None is called to passivity, to being spectators in the life, worship, ministry, and service of the church.

4. Ecclesiology can only be true to the New Testament when the proper place is given to the doctrine of the priesthood of believers.

5. The vocabulary of New Testament leadership permits no pyramidal forms; it is the language of horizontal relationships.

6. The reconciling mission of the church is a mission to the whole world by the whole people of God.

7. The nature and the essence of any church ministry is that of service in the spirit and pattern of Christ.

8. No ministerial office represents status or rank in a political or social sense; its influence is measured by its Christ-likeness and the extent to which it is a medium for the working of the Holy Spirit. 

I’m indescribably grateful to God for this book. Relentless overemphasis on climbing the ladder until one becomes senior/lead pastor will inevitably, inadvertently cause us to pay more attention to promoting our platforms than carrying our crosses.

6:58 AM “I sometimes pray not for self-knowledge in general but for just so much self-knowledge at the moment as I can bear and use at the moment; the little daily dose.” — C. S. Lewis. I needed that reminder this week.

6:49 AM “Demas has forsaken me.” Cannot imagine the pain behind Paul’s words. If we’re going to be a friend, let’s be a good friend, faithful to our promise to love in both good times and bad times. Loving God and one another is our highest calling.

6:42 AM My reading today was Rom. 12:9-21. It is amasterpiece. I often hear that 1 Cor. 13 is Paul’s love chapter. These verses in Romans are a close second. Rom. 12:9-21 is a defiant “No” to the bent of the human heart to be served rather than to serve. “Do not be proud, but accept humble duties” (12:16). Many students are desperately trying to find their one and only spiritual gift. Just remember that it’s not always possible to pigeon-hole your gifts. Kenneth Kantzer, former editor of Christianity Today, said he never knew what his spiritual gift was. He just served the Lord wherever he saw a need. Our gifts were given for the common good.

Friday, June 21    

7:48 PM I love reading encouraging blogs and tweets. Many of you have a wonderful gift of encouragement. Paul begins Romans 12 with the words, “Now, I encourage you ….” How is he encouraging his readers in Rome? By writing a letter. Apparently Paul considered writing an act of encouragement. I tell y’all the truth, some of you bless my socks off with your writing.

7:22 PM This was a good week to introduce my Greek students to the fascicles of Vaticanus and Sinaiticus. A thousand thanks to our library archivist Charles (who is also in our class) for this special treat.

7:04 PM “It’simportant to remember that it’s not how a relationship starts that matters, it’s how it evolves.” — Bianca Bassani.

6:58 PM Celebrating with my Ph.D. student Huss, who passed his doctoral comps this week with flying colors. Now it’s on to the prospectus and dissertation.

6:55 PM Saw these signs this morning in the Wake Forest YMCA weight room. Lots of timely truth here.

6:24 PM The huge storm that passed through the area yesterday left many without power. By the grace of God, Rosewood Farm was spared. Had to repair a pasture fence that was knocked down by the wind, however. The goats had gotten out, but thankfully they didn’t go very far. Everybody is safe and sound again.

6:15 PM A belated Happy Father’s Day to all you men who lost your father when you were a child either to death or divorce. I know exactly how you feel. The ache seems to last forever. But, “Thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!” May the Living Water satisfy your parched throat with the cool water of His love. 

5:58 PM Ended my Bible time this morning in 1 Cor. 12-14. Don’t offer to God only your “spiritual gifts.” Serve outside the areas of your strengths as well. Imagine God asking you to do something you don’t like to do. Effective ministry isn’t always happy clappy.

Monday, June 17    

5:58 AM Every once in a while I come down with a bad case of imposter syndrome. My name isn’t Thomas, but I’m quite a doubter. You’re not a real runner, Dave, so why are you even thinking about competing in this race? There’s no possible way you’ll survive! Then the angel on my right shoulder whispers in my ear: “You’ve worked hard for this, Dave, and you deserve it. You can reach your goals, buddy, and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.”

You are a runner.

You are a runner because you ran.

You don’t have to earn a degree to be a runner.

Or apply for a license.

Or pass a test.

Or give an oath.

You ran. That’s good enough.

You’re now an official member of the running community.

Welcome to the ‘hood.

Talk about camaraderie. This is the same spirit that Paul enjoins on his readers in his letter to the Philippians. We run the race of life together. Of all the things I’m thankful for at this stage in life, it’s the connection I have with friends and colleagues who are right there for me when I need them. And nothing has connected us and reconnected us more than honesty, than taking responsibility, than seeing our very souls as intertwined and seeing our lives as gifts we can give each other (Phil. 2:1-4).

I am determined by God’s grace to transform myself into the kind of man who would put the interests of my fellow runners over my own. Running taps into all the fears I have about myself. But it also holds the potential to tap into something vastly more important and beautiful.

The amount of grace that life requires is unfathomable. Let’s allow the Lord to fill our containers to the brim this week — pushing through exhaustion like a marathoner and wrapping our arms around each other’s necks if we have to.

Sunday, June 16    

6:56 PM “Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity.” –John Muir.

Today, in light of what I knew was going to be an extremely busy week, I went where I always go when I feel the need to put body and soul back together, to recharge my spiritual batteries, to regain balance in my life. I climbed a mountain. Oh, not just any mountain, but my second favorite local peak (after MacAfee Knob) in the famous Blue Ridge of Virginia. This was the fifth time I’ve climbed Sharp Top. Half the fun is seeing the mountain from a distance while driving, realizing you’ll soon be on its summit.

The hike is not for the faint of heart. If you’re not careful, you can easily sprain your ankle on the rock-strewn path.

And then there are the steps. As in hundreds of steps.

By the time you reach the summit, you’re pretty knackered. I managed to top out in about 50 minutes, but for me that was slow. After all, I’m doing everything these days “in moderation.” Still, I was winded. But the views were worth it. To get the best views you have to climb out on the rock cliffs.

The Blue Ridge in all her beauty!

“Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD. Let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation!” (Psalm 95:1).

I sat there for about an hour, unmolested after most of the people had left, and reflected on what’s important to me, mostly Jesus. I can’t express what’s in my heart. If anything good or decent has come into my life, it’s been because of Him. I love my life. I love my summer Greek class. I love the classes I’ll be teaching in the fall. I’ll love visiting mom and dad in Dallas for the 4th of July. Before long another book of mine will roll off the press. Still, nothing compares to Him. Even now, I still have His name on my lips. That’s good, because all day long I’ve felt out of sorts. I spent Father’s Day without the mother of my children by my side. Max Lucado once described tears like this (No Wonder They Call Him the Savior, pp. 105-106):

Tears.

Those tiny drops of humanity. Those round, wet balls of fluid that tumble from our eyes, creep down our cheeks, and splash on the floor of our hearts. They were there on that day. They are always present at such times. They should be; that’s their job. They are miniature messengers, on call twenty-four hours a day to substitute for crippled words. They drop, drip and pour from the corner of our souls, carrying with them the deepest emotions we possess. They tumble down our faces with announcements that range from the most blissful joy to darkest despair.

Today I gave myself permission to weep again, remembering that one day there’ll be no more need for tears. “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away” (Rev. 41:4).

Everything we do in life can be testimony to the goodness and grace of our God. Even our mourning. Anything good we did we got from Him. And everything we got wrong He bathed in His grace. God’s answer to those who view aging as bad is to be Jesus-focused. Remain fresh. Continue to be creative. We can have a rebirth no matter what our age. When everyone is saying “You’ve earned this rest,” allow God to fill you with divine discontentment. Go climb a mountain. Or hold the door open for someone. Or plant a garden. Or push back against the darkness of injustice. Become that person of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control you want to be. Watch the dry places bloom and the mountains bow down and the valleys rise up. Celebrate and champion who you are in Christ, for we are not a people of fear but a people of love (1 John 4:18).

You’re an explorer and adventurer. Carry on.

Saturday, June 15    

6:04 PM Well, as I hoped to, me and my best friend put in a 67-kilometer bike today to commemorate my 67th birthday.

For us ‘Muricans, that’s just under 42 miles.

Yep. It was just Jesus and me. Afterwards I had a nice swim in the county pool. While I was driving there a thought entered my subconscious mind. I let it rise to the surface and then I began to examine it. Here’s what struck me: At 67, I’ve lived twice as long as Jesus did. You heard me right. Here’s the math. Jesus lived for thirty-three and a half years. 33.5 x 2 = 67 exactly. Gag me with a straw. If anything will make you feel old, that will. No wonder Jesus lived with a great sense of urgency. “I’m going back to My Father.” “Work for the night is coming, when no one can work any longer.” “The Son of Man will return when you least expect it.” Turning 67 is a good time to look back as well as forward. Just as you have to spend your money more wisely when you have less of it, so a 67-year old needs to invest wisely what remains of his days. Dangers do not necessarily grow fewer as we grow older. Beware, Dave, the tyranny of the trivial. The Pharisee in me fusses over the washing of pots and pans while the tax collectors and sinners enter the kingdom ahead of me. Many a marriage lasts only because of sheer loyalty to pledges made but the affection has long since departed. A similar sad state of affairs can prevail in our union with Christ. Loyalty must spring from love. Do I love Him? More than …? When I said in yesterday’s podcast interview that we need more Christians doing the work of God and not merely stuffing their heads with Bible information, I was preaching more to myself than to anyone else. A real Christian is sold out not merely to a church or to a cause but to Christ.

Having a birthday soon? With anything in life, you’ll be better off if you look at the positives of the situation and not just the negatives. I mean, I could be back in the 70s watching The Love Boat on TV. Ugh.

6:20 AM My view at 5:30 this morning.

Wow. Makes me want to talk Greek! Here’s the book that started it all off for me.

It was published in 1983. Sad thing, so few students today even know about it. Silva talks about everything that needed to be talked about in an introduction to Greek lexicography: synchrony and diachrony, etymology, semantic change, semantic borrowing, denotation (v. connotation), style, ambiguity, synonymy, etc. When, 5 years later, I wrote my little primer on Greek linguistics, I drew much of my inspiration from Silva. In his preface Silva notes that his “main intention has been to synthesize critically the results of scholars in the field of linguistic semantics” (p. 11). In this he succeeded brilliantly. No wonder the church needs this book so much today. Sound lexicography is one of the most urgent tasks of the seminary if it is to regain its significance in our generation.

I have an enormous admiration for Moisés Silva. He earned his Ph.D. under F. F. Bruce in Manchester. As a speaker he combines insight with clarity and an attractive (and often humorous) style of presentation. Such clarity and accessibility are rare among Greek scholars. In many ways he embodies what a scholar should be but frequently is not. This morning I also reread Stan Porter’s outstanding essay in this book.

It’s called “Defining Discourse Analysis as an Important New Testament Interpretive Framework.” Stan’s peroration might surprise you:

I would hesitate, but perhaps only slightly, to say that discourse analysis is essential for New Testament interpretation; however, I believe that there are many features of discourse analysis that make it an incredibly productive interpretive framework from which New Testament studies could continue to benefit.

As always, I find Stan’s perspective refreshing. He is part of a much larger cadre of men and women who are offering themselves to our students as leaders and guides into the sometimes confusing world of Greek linguistics. In my Advanced Greek Grammar course this fall I’m using Stan’s book Linguistic Analysis of the Greek New Testament. Suffice it to say that anyone who knows anything about Greek will have no doubts about the importance of this book. We’ll also be reading Robertson’s “Weightlifting 302” textbook, lovingly referred to as his “Big Grammar.”

And why not? The work is now a classic in the field. Years ago, when I was asked if I would consider revising it, I knew immediately what my answer would be: no. It simply cannot be revised without at the same time causing it to morph into a book Robertson never intended it to be. You’ll remember that Robertson himself never set out to write a new grammar. His goal was simply to revise Winer. But the more he tried to write a revision, the more he realized that the end product would hardly resemble the original work — hence he produced his own grammar. I cannot recall any occasion when a student did not thank me for having them read Robertson. It is a book that will drive you toward the Scriptures with a new zest.

Was noch?  

I’m going to kick off Father’s Day weekend with a bike ride. How far I go, nobody knows. Then I have to finish editing the chapters in our linguistics book. Then what? Discovering what God has in store for me today. In The Search, a man happens upon the tombstone of a woman who died in 1865 at the end of the Civil War. The epitaph read, “Ever she sought the best, ever found it.” Perspective in life is EVERYTHING. You see rain ruining your fishing trip; I see God watering our fields. You see a traffic jam; I see an opportunity to learn some patience. You see someone slow getting in your way during a marathon; I see someone trying to find the best in themselves. You see gray hair; I see wisdom that only age can bring. The silver lining in life is perspective. At the very least it helps us see which problems are big and which are not. A proper attitude can help us stay calm in difficult situations, not freak out through worry, and continue to go forward despite setbacks and failures.

Life truly is all about perspective.

Later!

Friday, June 14    

8:12 PM You know I love to cook. (Not really, but I’m trying to learn.) So while my Indian Curry is cooking I thought I’d try to fill you on my wild and wooly week. In the first place, school has been crazy busy. I taught every day. I finished writing the preface to Linguistics and New Testament Greek: Issues in the Current Debate. (Baker is publishing it.) I began writing another book review for Filologia Neotestamentaria. I finalized the syllabus for my NT 2 class this fall (Acts – Revelation). I began hammering out the schedule for Advanced Greek Grammar, also a fall class. So there you have it — a hectic week at school; but since I love what I do I barely noticed it at all. In the second place, I’ve been training for the tri I have coming up this month as well as the ultra. Because I can read your mind, I know you’re thinking, “There goes Dave again, talking about his workouts.” True. I talk about my training because I love to exercise and besides, it wasn’t until I began to “work my own shovel” as an athlete that exercise became a source of joy instead of a burden and a chronic source of frustration. This week I swam 45 minutes every day, either at the Knightdale Y or the Wake Forest Y. The pool in Knightdale is outdoors (which I love!) but the pool in Wake Forest has longer lanes and is therefore more efficient for swimming. What I don’t like about the Y in Wake Forest is that the pool is heated and once you get warmed up in the water you begin to wilt because you’re getting so over-heated. But I REALLY enjoy swimming and can’t wait to see if my times improve as a result.

Speaking of exercise, on Monday I had my VO2Max test at Duke Sports Physiology. VO2Max is the maximum amount of oxygen your body can consume. They determine your VO2Max by forcing you to run on a treadmill until you feel like you’re literally going to keel over. “When we’re finished with you,” said one of the techs before we started, “you’ll feel like you’ve been body slammed.” At any rate, the test was a success (i.e., I didn’t die) and I should be hearing from my sports physiologist at Duke soon with the results.

In other news ….

On my way home from work today I stopped by Clearview Church in Henderson for an interview with Abidan Shah and his staff.

Their weekly podcast is called “Carpe Mañana” (gotta love that name!). Today’s topic was “The Relevance of New Testament Textual Criticism for the Christian Life.” Abidan is my former personal assistant and is currently finishing his Ph.D. at the seminary in textual criticism.

My head sort of ruins their motto, don’t you think?

I’m not at all in Abidan’s league when it comes to things text-critical, but it was a delight to at least supply a few anecdotes during today’s interview. As soon as I get the link to the podcast I’ll pass it on. Meanwhile, look who arrived on the farm while I was gone. Welcome to Rosewood Farm, “Fudge”!

I also see that the loggers are almost done.

Looks like they’ve got only about 10 acres left out of 81. Thank the Lord for such dry weather!

Finally, while I was on campus my kids left me some farm fresh eggs from their hens.

Around here we eat an awful lot of eggs for breakfast. Throw in an avocado = perfection.

What to do this weekend? I’m open and flexible. I still want to get in my 67K bike ride to celebrate turning into a 67-year old josser. For some reason, I’m also praying about getting back to Dallas in the next month or so. I’ve done a race there on the 4th of July the past 3 years, plus it’s a good excuse to see mom and dad again.

So there you have it, another all-too-brief (or lengthy, depending on your perspective) report about my life. Tonight I’m rereading The Climb, which is the story of one of the survivors of the 1996 Everest disaster. I’ve actually read the book twice before but it’s been one of my favorite books for a very long time. If you haven’t read it yet, let me tell you: it sucks you in. That’s all I’m going to say!

Monday, June 10    

6:10 AM Interested in Hebrews? Plenty of Power Pointshere. These two show (1) that the vocabulary of Hebrews and that of the Paulines are sui generis, and (2) that Hebrews was placed after 2 Thessalonians in our earliest majuscule manuscripts. Just saying’.

This week in Greek my students will be reading my Using New Testament Greek in Ministry. Think of putting together a plastic model of a Tiger Tank. It may have dozens of pieces that seem unrelated, but keep your eye on the final product (pictured on the box) and you’ll quickly see how everything fits together. I’m going to campus this morning grateful for Greek, a knowledge of which is so valuable it barely registers because we so often take it for granted. I cannot believe how God has captured me for the classroom. All of it: facts, jokes, quizzes, exams, discussions, devotions, awards, etc. My land, though, I have so far to go to become the teacher I want to be! My weaknesses are too numerous to count, but God has at least birthed in me the unmistakable conviction that Greek instruction doesn’t have to be boring or irrelevant. I’m also done pretending that Greek has any value apart from its application. You can’t separate exegesis from theology and ethics. Can’t.

The next 3 weeks will be hard. But good. A good hard.  As someone has said, “Goals that aren’t frightening aren’t worth having.” We’ll see this as we begin to translate 1 John. Finally, we’ll recognize that digging deep in the Word is the real prize, not the 110 Awards I offer to those who smash their exams.

Peace out,

Dave

Sunday, June 9    

7:40 PM Today I got a birthday greeting from, of all people, the organizers of the Chicago Marathon. Nice. “Chicago, Chicago, that toddlin’ town.” (Go, Frank!) I’m told the race is electric. My will is strong and I’m right on track to finish the racing year on October 13 in the Windy City. I’ve always wanted to run this race at least once. Music on every block! Tons of spectators! Great expo! As you all know, I’m an adult-onset athlete. I believe that having an active lifestyle is the only responsible course of action for a 67-year old who takes Rom. 12:1 seriously. I owe it to my family to stay in shape for as long as possible. Moreover, I’ve found the running community to be one of the most compassionate, supportive, giving, and understanding communities I’ve ever been involved with. Had I known how rich my life would have been as a runner, I would have put my running shoes on much earlier. Staying active is really a matter of faith. It’s part of our stewardship responsibility before our Creator. The people you see running 5Ks on the weekend aren’t any more talented or gifted than you are. They haven’t suddenly discovered the secret to happiness. They’re just normal, everyday people who’ve discovered that running is a whole-being activity. It nourishes your mind, your body, and your spirit. 

When you stand at the starting line of a marathon, your goal that day is to complete 26.2 miles. The difference between success and failure is as simple as taking the next step. I imagine that’s how all of life is. “Wherever you are, be all there, and live to the hilt what you consider to be the will of God for your life” (Jim Elliott). Jim Elliott did just that and entered heaven “through gates of splendor.” The truth is, every step in life is important. Every step takes us a little bit closer to who we want to become. Every step reveals some new God-given potential.

Chicago. Field size of about 44,000.

Can you imagine. The community invests so much in this race. I’m just happy I was able to make it into the race this year.

Happy week and run on, my friends!

5:34 PM Ouch. The message this morning from 2 Cor. 4 really hit home. My son-in-law gave it and it wasn’t for the faint of heart for sure.

People need the Lord, he said. In fact, some of your people need the Lord, like the ones who live next door or work at the next desk. “But I’m not gifted as an evangelist!” That doesn’t cut it, friend. You see, God doesn’t so much want us to tell others what a friend we have in Jesus as show them what a friend they have in us. A friend that loves them until they ask us why. A friend that prays for their salvation on a regular basis. Through loving them they meet Jesus, even though at first they don’t realize they’ve met Him. If fact, prayer is so important in evangelism that Joel stopped 3 times in his message to ask us to pray for those in our lives who need a flow toward the cross. I can’t argue with that. Nor should you. Soulcraft is most effective when we know what we want to accomplish and then carry out God’s plan to achieve it — the clear Gospel message mixed with communicating the reality of Christ’s presence in the brokenness of our lives. Afterwards I enjoyed lunch with family and friends.

We discussed how Jesus calls us to become members of the “second incarnation.” We are commissioned to make visible the invisible God — to do as Jesus did, love as He loved, live as He lived. Evangelism is the life of Christ fleshed out. His life was the light of the world. And now we are those lights when His life is revealed through us. Pretty amazing stuff. Wouldn’t you be interested in unleashing your skills, your gifts, your hobbies as redemptive tools? Can you loan out your lawn mower? Bake a pie? Someone is waiting to find Christ through just such a kind gesture, followed up with the spoken Good News.

Oh, it’s been raining all day and I’ve not been able to get in my bike today. I don’t want exercise to become a modern yoke because that will only result in useless self-obsession (and that from a guy who self-obsessively wrote a book called Running My Race). I will confess to being a bit disappointed by the weather. I feel like I’m in cycling purgatory, on hold with the weather forecasters until they figure out what the futurecast looks like. Patience is a virtue, Dave. Remember that.

Tomorrow kicks off our Greek 2 class. It’ll be more of the same, but a lot more of the same. I start thinking about the third declension and the participle and the subjunctive and my brain gets fried. Which is why I need to remember that Greek is nothing more than one chapter at a time and we don’t need to be there until we get there. I would feel sorry for my students except that they signed up for the torture. Actually, I think we’re all having tons of fun. Oh sure, there’s lots of hard work ahead of us. But the rewards? Unimaginable. Yes, I’ve done the math. Twenty-six lessons and you can begin to read your Greek New Testament with the use of a lexicon. That is why we celebrate. But there I go, off on another tangent. This post was supposed to be about how my birthday went. Next thing you know I’m going to tell you that God is evident in every syllable of the Greek text or something crazy like that!

7:45 AM Today is my 67th birthday. (Please don’t get all carried away.) Happy Birthday to moi. Basically, today’s the day I get to celebrate all things Dave, including (but not limited to) running, parenting, missions, blogging, teaching, farming, eating, hot baths, and drinking coffee. (Fast food no longer makes the list, unfortunately.) I’ve got quite the day planned. At the risk of sounding pedantic, puerile, over-indulgent, and just plain stupid, allow me to share with you 67 things you may not know about me (in no particular order):

1. In 5th grade I played taps at my elementary school when JFK was assassinated.

2. I chipped my front tooth when diving into our pool at the age of 14.

3. I started going gray in my early 20s.

4. I nearly drowned while surfing at Pipeline. (My board was sliced in half by that wave.)

5. I experienced numerous earthquakes in California.

6. I dropped out of Greek when I first took it at Biola.

7. I have a bad case of emetophobia (fear of vomiting).

8. I lost 35 pounds when I had malaria.

9. I once met William Buckley.

10. My Hawaiian name is Kawika.

11. I used to play the trumpet semi-professionally.

12. My dog is 98 years old in human terms.

13. I had my 4 wisdom teeth removed when I was 15 and spent a week in the hospital after my throat got infected.

14. T. D. Jakes and I share the same birthday (hmmm).

15. I’ve been to all 50 states except Alaska.

16. My uncle once took me to the beach during a tsunami in Hawaii.

17. I am half Romanian.

18. I needed braces when I was young but we couldn’t afford them.

19. I lived in La Mirada, California for 27 years.

20. I named my first horse Cody after the famous rodeo in Cody, Wyoming.

21. I’ve never read Tolkien.

22. I was a lifeguard in California.

23. I almost went to Tübingen instead of Basel for my doctorate.

24. When I speak German, the Swiss think I’m German and the Germans think I’m Swiss.

25. I was a youth pastor in Hawaii.

26. I once built my own surfboard.

27. I got my first ticket when I was 14 while pulling my surfboard behind me with my bicycle. (My homemade board-carrier didn’t have a license plate.)

28. My favorite movie is The Great Escape.

29. I hate sweet tea.

30. I want to snow ski one day.

31. I almost failed Logic in college.

32. At Biola I took a course in geology under Henry Morris (of The Genesis Flood fame).

33. My college roommate was blind and from Brazil. 

33. The first musical instrument I learned to play was the ukulele.

34. Becky and I once climbed to the top of the Sakkara Pyramid in Egypt.

35. I’ve sailed from Lahaina on Maui to O’ahu.

36. I have never snow skied. (I know. When you get old you repeat yourself.)

37. My favorite TV show in the 60s was Gilligan’s Island.

38. My favorite bookstore is in Piccadilly Circus, London.

39. I paid my mountain guide $640 per day to guide me in the Alps.

40. My first marathon was the Flying Pig in Cincy exactly 3 years ago.

41. My favorite movie scene is the bus stop episode in North by Northwest.

42. I began blogging back in the Dark Ages (2003).

43. I still use Front Page for my blog.

44. Despite all the “unplanned dismounts” I had while riding, I never once broke a bone.

45. I once drove to Denmark just to say I ate a Danish pastry.

46. I hate to fly.

47. I once passed out from dehydration on the top of Masada in Israel.

48. I’ve never even thought about getting a tattoo.

49. I will probably never finish my book Godworld.

50. I once thought that Paul could not have authored Hebrews.

51. I never set out to write Greek grammar textbooks. They were all by invitation.

52.  I am a procrastinator.

53. I would drive an hour to have 2 of those Dennys hotcakes.

54. I would drive 6 hours for Ethiopian food.

55. I love how marathoning is a metaphor for life.

56. I have finally learned to listen to rather than fight my body.

57. Amazon Prime is my best friend.

58. I recently dc-ed Netflix since I wasn’t using it.

59. My kids and grandkids are my treasures on this earth.

60. I’ve never switched to Geico.

61. Though a Baptist I still appreciate high church liturgy and the architecture of a cathedral. 

62. I am so done with evangelical superstardomism.

63. I’ve learned that, while life may be complicated, the kingdom is simple.

64. I love diving into my blog posts from years ago.

65. I don’t mind getting older.

66. My greatest joy in life has been the God-given privilege of linking my life with brothers and sisters in the Majority World to see our generation come to know Christ.

67. My closest partner in the Gospel was Becky. I miss her dearly.

Life, dear reader, is never a solo project. Yes, I talk a lot about perseverance and self-reliance on this blog. But the reality is there is no such thing as self-reliance, whether in sports or in life. Your life is not just about you. Your goals are not just about you. Your health is not just about you. Your walk with the Lord is not just about you. Whatever we do in life is never just about us. We always need others, no matter who we are or what we do. To climb the Alps, you need an experienced guide. It’s a team effort. You can’t do it alone. When we face tough situations in life, we need the strength that can be drawn only from others — and from a power that is greater than any one of us. Self-reliance? It doesn’t exist. Hundreds of people have had an impact on my life and I want to thank all of them — and all of you — and thank the Lord for placing you in my path. Without the help and support of my family and friends, nothing I have accomplished during these 67 years would have been possible. Yes, I still believe that perseverance is a virtue. Heavyweight boxer Jack Dempsey said it best: “A champion is someone who gets up when he can’t.” I’ve had to do that many times during my life. You have too. But every time, it was actually God who was lifting us back up. All glory goes to Him.

I serve an unruly Savior who’s taken me on a wild ride. And apparently that ride isn’t over yet. What really matters is that we do life together. I’m thankful you’re in it with me.

I hope you have an awesome day.

Dave

Saturday, June 8    

12:58 PM I’m back from the South Boston YMCA, where I lifted for 45 minutes, then ran 4 miles on the treadmill, and then did the breaststroke for 45 minutes in the pool. It was a fabulous workout. You may not know this, but in any given year, between 65 and 85 percent of runners get laid up with an injury of one kind or another. Which means we need to be super careful with our bodies and not work them too little or too hard. My workout today was just about right. It left me feeling energized — and famished. I’ve already had a bite to eat and shortly I’ll take a nice long nap to restore my body. I’m finding moderation to be a very healthy way of approaching all of life, including exercise and diet. Finding that ever-so-elusive balance between rest and activity is something I’ll be striving after my whole life. Bottom line, balance takes extreme self-discipline. It also takes wisdom, not only personal wisdom but the wisdom and advice of others. That’s why on Monday my Duke sports physiologist has ordered a VO2Max Test for me. The idea is to measure the amount of oxygen your body uses during exercise. VO2Max is the point at which your body can’t increase its intake of oxygen despite an increase in intense activity. Sports physiologists consider this test a true measure of your heart’s ability to keep you going while you exercise. You breathe only with your mouth through a soft rubbery mouthpiece. A padded nose pin is clipped over nostrils so that you can’t breathe through your nose. This is a test where they want to push you real hard. I’m told you are one tired puppy after it’s over.

These days, I’m taking my recovery periods very seriously. I’ll take the rest of today and all day tomorrow off from any form of strenuous exercise, and, of course, I’ll get a good 8 hours of sleep tonight (as I normally do). Believe me, I’m not saying I have all of this figured out. But I do want to learn how to be wiser as I grow older. I am a broken record, but exercise (in moderation) has been shown to reduce heart disease and improve overall health. I think we all need to find peace with our own bodies. This begins when we stop comparing ourselves with other people and acknowledge that the only thing that matters is that you’re giving your health the best you have to offer. Let me also say that it’s a good idea to have certain training goals in mind, like, for example, the 31-mile ultramarathon trail race I hope to run on June 29. I’m not too worried about this race because I’ve already completed one of them, but you do have to dig pretty deep to keep going. Thankfully there’s a 9.5 hour time limit for the race, which makes me feel pretty good since I finished my only other 31-mile ultra in under 8 hours. So, the moral of the story is, go with your heart in whatever you want to accomplish in life, but do everything in moderation. Only you can do you. And only you know what’s going on with you.

I’m hoping that, after Monday’s test, I’ll have a much better take on what this old body of mine is capable of doing during exercise. This is nothing you want to just guess about. You want to know if you’re training properly and, most importantly, whether you are pushing your body beyond its limit when you’re competing.

Off for my nap.

7:58 AM Seeing I’m in the birthday spirit, I’m giving away this book to someone out there who wants to study New Testament Greek. If more than one of you requests the book, I’ll cast lots to decide the winner. The announcement will be made, of course, tomorrow on my birthday.

 

6:50 AM They had been predicting a steady rain to begin falling yesterday and, sure enough, that’s exactly what we have. The Low Pressure System we’re currently in will be around for about a week, which means much needed rain for the farmers where I live (including yours truly). This also means that I might not be able to get in my bike ride today, but if I don’t I still plan on visiting the Y and working out and getting in some laps. My tri is in exactly 15 days and I feel like swimming is my weakest link right now.

The rain this morning reminded me of that wonderful quote by the one, the only Malcolm Muggeridge, who once edited Punch Magazine, Britain’s counterpart to the Mad Magazine I grew up with. He said:

I may, I suppose, regard myself or pass for being a relatively successful man. People occasionally stare at me in the streets – that’s fame. I can fairly easily earn enough to qualify for admission to the higher slopes of the Internal Revenue – that’s success. Furnished with money and a little fame even the elderly, if they care to, may partake of trendy diversions – that’s pleasure. It might happen once in a while that something I said or wrote was sufficiently heeded for me to persuade myself that it represented a serious impact on our time – that’s fulfillment. Yet I say to you – and I beg you to believe me – multiply these tiny triumphs by a million, add them all together, and they are nothing – less than nothing, a positive impediment – measured against one draught of that living water Christ offers to the spiritually thirsty, irrespective of who are what they are.

As an incurable Muggerophile, I attempt to question traditional concepts at every turn, but not because I’ve become soured on life. Malcolm could be acid-tongued, but he was no kill-joy. He laughed a lot, and his love of the truth never turned him into a grumpy ascetic. But he cared deeply for the truth and trounced anyone who dared to corrupt it. That was the message I read this morning as I sipped my coffee.

1 John 2:20-28 is clear: We believers have had the Holy Spirit poured out on us by Christ, and so all of us know the truth. And as long as His Spirit remains in us, we don’t need anyone to teach us because His Spirit teaches us about everything, and what He teaches is true. Hence John’s final exhortation:

Obey the Spirit’s teaching, then, and remain in union with Christ.

Good reader, this was exactly the message I needed to hear today. I grew up immersed in typical Christian culture: go to church, listen to sermons, give to missions, and attend prayer meeting when you could. I was rarely challenged to read the Bible (or think) for myself. We can’t simply shrug this issue off, because biblical illiteracy is rife in our churches. Postmoderns share several key values, but one of them I respect the most is their insistence that church be relevant to all of life. They expect to be able to ask hard questions without being patronized or dismissed. Let’s give them the goods. And let’s begin by giving them God’s Word. They want to grapple with theology and ecclesiology and a thousand other topics. Remember this: The best antidote to evangelical group-think is reading the Bible for ourselves. Yes, I enjoy a good sermon as much as the next person. But Muggeridge got it right: Even the greatest sermon pales when compared to one tiny sip of the living water Jesus Himself promises to anyone who is thirsty, irrespective of who or what they are. The Bible is the best Christian resource out there, so let’s lift it high. Do I read books about the Bible? Sure do. Have I written books about the Bible? Yep. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can replace drinking directly from the fountain of knowledge itself.

P.S. My ever-productive assistant has again updated theWhat’s New? page at our Greek Portal. Included is a link to ajournal article I published many years ago on the text of 1 John 2:20, where the apostle John either says to his readers “You all know” or “You know all things.” I argue for the latter reading, in case anyone is interested.

Friday, June 7    

6:24 PM Hey again friends! Right now I’m filling an order to send my Greek DVDs to a Bible school in — of all places — Australia. My DVDs have been shipped to such faraway places as Surrey (UK), Birmingham (UK), Johannesburg (SA), Abuja (Nigeria), Aberdeen (UK), Dunedin (NZ), Ontario (CAN), Croydon (AU), Victoria Point (AU), Auckland (NZ), and Belfast (NI). If you know me, which I think you do, you know I never tire of encouraging people to consider studying the Greek of the New Testament. Just this week I learned that one of my former students has begun teaching Greek every Monday night in his local church. You think you could never learn to read Greek? Of course YOU CAN. You control this moment in your life. So live boldly. Rather than cautiously testing the water, dive right in. You might just discover a whole new passion.

By the way, you never outgrow the joy of learning new things about Greek. I know I don’t. Just today, in that issue of Filologia I mentioned earlier, I stumbled upon an essay by Jenny Heimerdinger and Stephen Levinsohn called “The Use of the Definite Article before Names of People in the Greek Text of Acts with Particular Reference to Codex Bezae.” Believe me, these guys know their stuff. The question they raise is, “Why do some names in Greek have an article in front of them — like the Peter and the Jesus?” They conclude that:

1) The first mention of a person by name in a narrative is practically always without the article. But subsequent references to the same person use the article (= that Peter or that Jesus).

2) The names of persons lack the article when attention is being drawn to their presence or to their actions at that particular point in the text.

Since I’m all about being practical with my students, I shared these facts with them after their quiz today. In reality, a whole smorgasbord of delight awaits them once they finish their year of study together. Can they get there? Of course they can! Progress in Greek is all about remembering and honoring the small stuff. 

Speaking of “getting there,” earlier I mentioned the tradition among runners of running the number of their years on their birthday. That would have me running 67 miles this weekend. If I did that, I’m pretty sure I’d run myself right into an early grave. Besides, I’m not a huge birthday person. They don’t excite me that much and they don’t bother me that much. It’s just a number. I think each day that the good Lord gives us should be cherished. So I will not be running 67 miles tomorrow, though I do hope to get in a 67K bike ride. Otherwise, my goal is to relax and spend lots of time with my family. It is great to be alive and blessed with another year to walk with the Lord and hopefully make a positive impact on others.

Not too old to avoid rambling on his blog,

Dave

5:20 PM Okay — this week I bit off totally more than I could chew. This was my desk at 5:30 this morning.

I was working on two projects at the same time — editing the linguistics conference papers and grading a Ph.D. comp. We are all busy, I know, but this week was crazy. I did survive, however. I never said I don’t have stamina. Thanks to all who made my week go so well:

My colleague Ben, who on Global Running Day this Wednesday ran 5 miles with me and then joined me for breakfast.

My students, shown here taking their final quiz of the semester while I was reading a copy of Filologia Neotestamentaria (shhh, don’t tell them).

My friends at the Knightdale YMCA, who cleared the pool long enough for me to swim laps for 45 minutes yesterday.

Amazon Prime, who delivered two wonderful packages to me today.

My daughter and her kids, who helped me clean my house today and also made sure the donkeys stay spoiled with plenty of carrots.

The Creator of all things, who allowed my daughter to grow these in her garden, one of which I am enjoying for supper tonight.

My students, who gave me the nicest card for my birthday.

I am falling apart a bit after such a busy week, but I will persevere. My life is nutty compared to some people I know and boring compared to others. I plan to use the rest of this day to catch my breath and give thanks to the One who gave me such a productive week. Remember, no matter how full your life is, you can always make room for things (and people) that matter.

Monday, June 3    

5:45 AM My birthday week has finally arrived and I’m going to Dennys this morning to celebrate with 2 of their scrumptious pancakes (for only 2 bucks). Then it’s back to school, where my task will be to get my Greek 1 students to the finish line on Friday. On Saturday I’m planning on biking 67 kilometers in honor of my 67th birthday on Sunday. Some people actually run the number of miles that they turn on their birthday. I thought about doing that and then I realized — that’s 67 miles for crying out loud. Surely there’s got to be an alternative, like eating 67 chocolate-covered macadamia nuts or drinking 67 Cokes. Instead, I’ll just do a 67K bike. (That’s 41.6 miles in case you were wondering.) I love my birthday regardless of what age I’m turning. The fact that I’m more comfortable in my own skin makes it all good. I’d rather get older than the alternative. I love my life and am having more fun than ever. It’s great to be alive and enjoy all the great people around me. As I’ve careened into adulthood, somehow my firm foundation has endured. God’s grace for sure. Good reader, embrace your age. It’s the only one you’ve got. Now let’s see … what restaurants in town give you free stuff on your birthday?

Future triathlete.

Surfer duuuuuude.  

Making corduroy fashionable in the 70s.

Sunday, June 2    

4:44 PM By now everyone’s read about the climbers who died on Everest this season due to the long lines on the Southeast Ridge, including the infamous Hillary Step. More people are climbing Everest than ever before. Not all of them successfully. There have been 11 deaths in the past 2 weeks alone. The majority of mountaineers died on the descent. No matter how physically fit you are, once you are in the Death Zone (over 26,000 feet) you struggle. Your body literally begins to die. Everything is working against you: fatigue, dehydration, energy depletion, and hypoxia. In addition, when you’re going up you are facing into the mountain, looking at your feet and often at a rope. But when going down, most of the time you’re staring out into space. The biomechanics of descending a mountain are also more difficult. When you are climbing up, you plant your front foot and then shift your weight onto it. But when you’re coming down it’s just the opposite. You have to shift your weight first before planting your front foot. Moreover, the surface is farther away, making for a much less stable condition. I can tell you from personal experience in the Alps that I’d much rather be going up than going down. Both thinking and motor coordination are impaired on the descent. It’s like you’re drunk. You feel physically and mentally wasted from high altitude exhaustion. According to one veteran Everest climber, the main problem this year was inexperience, both among the climbers and the tour operators supporting them. This lack of experience causes people to make wrong decisions. Paradoxically, forcing yourself to keep going when you should be turning around is not a display of too much strength but of weakness. What is more impressive in mountaineering than ambition is the power to control it. If you give everything you have to get to the top, you might just stay there.

I would not be surprised to see the Nepalese government pressured into limiting the number of climbing permits they issue each year. There’s already talk about some sort of official vetting of all potential climbers before they can get a permit for Everest. If, for example, you haven’t climbed above 20,000 feet already (e.g., Denali) you shouldn’t be on Everest. It will be interesting to see what next year’s climbing season brings. Climbers have serious responsibilities to others and to themselves. The dilemma you face is to be ambitious but not greedy, bold but not reckless, confident but not arrogant.

Now let’s talk about marathoning for a minute. The marathon has often been called “Every Man’s Everest.” It’s a sport that any reasonably healthy person can train himself or herself to run. As a result, many amateurs run in marathons these days, which drives some hardcore runners bananas. “How low is the bar?” they ask. Purists think that running a marathon involves just that: running the entire 26.2 miles at a healthy clip. Slow runners disrespect the distance, they say, and have ruined the mystique about the event. On the other hand, slow runners like myself feel that finishing the race, no matter what your pace, is the crowning achievement. That’s not to say that we penguins are against time limits for races. At the Marine Corps Marathon, which I ran last year, runners had to maintain a pace of 14 minutes per mile or risk being pulled from the course at the 20-mile mark. Every one of us who has ever run a marathon has agreed in writing to abide by the cutoff times. That’s exactly how it should be. Yes, I will always be a plodder at a marathon, but why should the front runners care? You run your race and I’ll run mine. Everybody has a goal in mind on race day, not just the elite runners. Maybe it’s just to finish. Whatever. I have seen running change my life. It takes a whole lot of preparation and tenacity to cross the finish line within the time limits. No, slower runners don’t “ruin” marathons. One person’s easy pace is another person’s PR. So kudos to all you marathoners out there — fast, slow, plodders, and everything in between. As long as everyone stays in their own starting corral, the more the merrier. I’ve never had anyone impact my race because they were walking. You just go around them and say “Good work, you got this!” As with everything in life, people just have to have the right attitude. 

Both climbing Everest and running a marathon are getting more and more popular. You would definitely not want me climbing Everest. I’d slow everyone down and endanger their lives. But when I run a marathon you don’t have to worry about me. I stick to the side of the road and start at the back of the pack so the quickies can do their thing. As I say in my new book, I’ve seen so many people in the past 4 years who’ve fallen in love with running and who dream of doing a marathon. I say “Go for it!” no matter what your speed and pace are. Lacing up and showing up is half the battle. And if I can do it, so can you. With all due apologies to Caesar, “I trained, I tried, I finished.”

P.S. How many marathons do I have left in me? I have decided that I shouldn’t do more than 2 or 3 per year. The only marathon I have left this year is Chicago in October, unless I do Honolulu in December. Truth be told, there is really only one other marathon I’d really love to do. It’s the Athens Marathon, which actually starts in the city of Marathon and then follows the original route that Pheidippedes ran back in 490 B.C. More than 50,000 runners come out each year for this event. The finish line is in the magnificent Athens Olympic Stadium, the birthplace of the modern Olympic Games. It’s possibly the most difficult of the major marathons in the world, what with its uphill climb from the 10K mark to the 31K mark. But the setting — can you imagine??? 

I love Greece. Here’s Becky and me in front of the Parthenon in 1982. Such happy memories!

6:20 AM Now this is interesting. Aninscription has been found in Iran near the tomb of Darius written in Old Persian, Elamite, and Babylonian. There’s a full-size relief carving of the unknown figure just beneath the inscription. What’s perhaps of greatest interest is the fact the inscription adds new verbs to all 3 languages mentioned. What these verbs are hasn’t been revealed yet. Persian is an Indo-European language (like English), so I’m really curious to find out what these words are. Here’s just a partial list of English words that are derived from Persian (Farsi):

  • Alfalfa

  • Bazaar

  • Beige

  • Bronze

  • Candy

  • China

  • Euphrates

  • Gizzard

  • Hindu

  • India

  • Jasper

  • Khaki

  • Lemon

  • Magic

  • Mummy

  • Orange

  • Pajama

  • Pakistan

  • Paradise

  • Pistachio

  • Rose

  • Shawl

  • Tigris

  • Zoroaster

Here, by the way, is the tomb of Darius …

… and the tomb of Cyrus.

Interested in learning more? You can do no better than to get a copy of Edwin Yamauchi’s now classicPersia and the Bible.

Saturday, June 1    

5:14 PM I had my eyes on today’s race for several weeks. I thought it would be a good chance to test my commitment to doing all things in “moderation.” Like they say, if you never race, you’ll never really know. You will recall I’m making a concerted effort — possibly for the first time in my life — to train myself not only to run but to run wisely. What with 3 marathons in the bag within the last 5 months, I might have been “overdoing” things a bit, ya think? I’ve had a growing concern that I might have overplayed my hand. Anyway, enough prologue. I arrived in Durham in plenty of time to get my race bib and t-shirt. The best part of the pre-race activities was bumping into two of my students.

Lining up for the start, I went to the back of the pack like I normally do. After we started, I couldn’t believe how good I felt for the entire 5 miles.

I ended up with a respectable time of 54:37 at a 10:53 pace. That means I averaged about 5.2 miles per hour.

I’d definitely say that I felt I had my mojo back even though I was trying to stay well below my maximum heart rate. For me, having a race like the one today is a huge confidence booster. Figuring out how to run a race when you’re coming off an injury is a gradual process. Even though I’ve been running for 4 years now I’m still learning the nuances of race tactics and strategy. Today I felt like I had a good workout that helped me build fitness. And as always, it was great to see everyone enjoying the event. There were tons of veteran runners, newbies, and people of all abilities and paces. There was great energy on the course and the miles seemed to fly by. The weather was perfect with clear skies and cool temps. The route had some hills but nothing too steep. And it was really neat to finish in the Bull Durham Athletic Park.

It turns out an 8K race is a really nice distance — not so long that you crash and burn aerobically but short enough that you can also have some fun with it. By the way, I failed to win last place in my 65+ age division (boo-hoo). But 3rd from the last ain’t all that bad, now is it?

Today confirmed for me the value of being around people who see life as an opportunity for constant growth and improvement. If you ever want to be inspired, attend a race. Better yet, participate in one.

P.S. I took this picture during the race.

I have no idea what it’s of. If I didn’t make so much money from blogging, I’d be a professional photographer for sure.

4:20 AM Up early. It’s race day! I’ve been training hard. Most of those hours are spent by myself on the trail. Being out there day after day, all by yourself, makes you a bit crazy. I like myself but not that much. Today I’ll get to run with about 2,000 other competitors. My goal is to finish without any fatigue or soreness. If I have either I’ll know I raced too hard and too fast — which are two big No-No’s. I do have goals in mind for today’s race but I’m not telling anyone what they are. Okay, so maybe I will. In the end, I simply want to enjoy myself and the company of my fellow runners. My other goal is to come in dead last in my age division. Should be a cinch.

Speaking of running, I should be getting the final page proofs to my latest book any day now. Right now the publisher and I are going back on forth on the cover. Here’s the latest iteration.

What do you think? I kinda like it. The publisher is under no obligation to share any of this with me (publishers always retain sole rights to design a book cover any way they please) but my publisher is a super nice guy and, I think, enjoys the give-and-take. What I’ve learned through the years (and after writing a bunch of books) is that a cover is a cover. The one thing that’s absolutely necessary in a book cover is that it be readable. Nobody should have to put their nose 3 inches from the cover in order to read its subtitle.

I know, this book will seem boring to some. What’s on your nightstand? Probably not too many books on running. But this one will be different. It will be by your *favorite* author. It offers simple words of wisdom on life and happiness. Running is a gateway to so many other wonderful things. I hope you’ll discover that to be the case, as I have.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Time to eat breakfast (PBJ) and hit the road, Jack.

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Friday, May 31    

5:04 PM I tried to have a consistent workout pattern in May and here’s what happened.

Total: 149 miles. I’m not acting all cool like I’m the only person who’s ever done this. I realize many of you are as disciplined if not more disciplined than I am. High fives to you! I’m pleased with both the quantity and the quality of my workouts this month and so grateful to God for the strength to do them, especially when you consider I’ve been teaching every morning. Gotta say, there were some days when I didn’t want to work out and then there were other days when I couldn’t stop (two of the days in May I did a full 26.2 miles). Plus, when you’re invited to have lunch at a student’s house and they serve you authentic food from the Dominican Republic, you realize you had better be exercising or else.

Like you, I’ve got certain monthly goals. My main goal was to get my class through weeks 1-2 of baby Greek. Then I wanted to try and develop a regular exercise schedule. So, now what? Get my Greek 1 class through one more week of studies. This includes two exams. Then follow through with my June training plan which incorporates cardio (swimming, running, cycling) with strength training. Truth: I’m pretty excited about my June races, including tomorrow’s 8K in Durham, a 5K in Cary on the 15th, my triathlon in Wake Forest on the 23rd, and finally my 50K trail run in Farmville, VA, on the 29th. In addition, on the 10th I have my VO2Max treadmill stress test at Duke (the one where you have to wear a mask and they push your body to its absolute limits) and on the 17th I’m seeing the orthopedist (also at Duke) about my foot neuropathy. To top it all off, I’ll get a hamburger (just kidding). This is all such valuable info for me. The resulting guidelines will be specific to me. I’m told that these tests will enable me to know my precise level of cardio-respiratory fitness and how efficient my muscles are at utilizing carbohydrates. The whole thing is quite individual, and without testing we can’t have real scientific parameters. So it should be an interesting month. In the meantime, I need to get plenty of sleep at night, spend time recovering from my workouts, and continue to give special attention to my diet. Hopefully, I will get wiser with age. When I turn 67 on June 9, I’ll join the ranks of such (in)famous people as Mark Hamill, George Strait, Steven Seagal, Mr. T, and Ben Carson. But who cares? Age is just a number.

Wednesday, May 29    

6:15 AM I was reading a discussion online this morning about what to do when you go to church and hear the same sermon over and over again. Personally, I always take notes. Yes, I’ve probably heard much of the sermon before, but there is always a point the Holy Spirit seems to be driving home to me, and I want to be careful to pick up on it. So always have your notepad with you, and use it.

Christians love to debate the marks of a church. Classically, many of us have come to believe that the sermon is eitherthe mark of a local church or one of the most important. Yet it would not be too sardonic to say that, in the earliest church, congregational participation held sway. Just as I’m sure there was formal teaching, I’m also quite sure there was plenty of one-anothering going on as well. Within our fallen human nature we tend to look to one person as our source authority in all things. Sometimes this has proven salutary, but at other times our services become so pulpit-centric that there’s hardly a place for participation by the other members of the body. When you go to church, be sure to try and use your spiritual gift in some way for the edification of the body. Go to give and not just to get. And if you’re a leader, beware of creating a consumer culture in which people’s spiritual responsibility is transferred to the pastors.

The early church also seemed to make the table of the Lord central rather instead the sacred desk. Elsewhere I’ve called this “Christ-centered gatherings.” A healthy church always exalts Christ first and last. And because the earliest believers apparently celebrated His death and resurrection on a weekly basis (e.g., Acts 20:7), they assembled not to hear one person speak but for renewal and togetherness and then to go out to live lives on mission, loving God and neighbor. The gathering existed for the going, as I like to say.

I think the question “What should I do when I hear the same sermon every Sunday?” is a challenge to the introversion of our churches. The church is not for us. It is for the whole world. We cannot keep the Gospel to ourselves. Evangelism and service in our communities are essential. The Holy Spirit was given on the Day of Pentecost to equip each of us for service and mission, for mutual edification and evangelism. This Spirit is neither dead nor absent in our churches. It is He who can rekindle the people of God with His gracious gifts for acts of worship both when we gather and when we go back out into the world.

5:55 AM This is a beautiful video. I watched it again last night.

“This is the day that the Lord has made” is a scriptural theme throughout the Bible. We can enjoy nature without worshipping it. The Old Testament poets delighted in describing the natural world around them. This is partly because they lived much closer to nature than most of us do today. In going about their daily tasks they observed nature’s glorious manifestations, much as I do here at the farm. Not a day goes by when I do not consciously praise the Lord Jesus for a puppy that loves me, donkeys that bray when they see me, goats that gleefully butt heads together. The Psalmists likewise observed the ways of bears and badgers, the turbulent waters, the glory of nature. In enjoying the natural world they had much in common with other poets in the ancient world – with two very important differences.

In the first place, their Middle Eastern neighbors not only waxed poetic about the trees and the birds; they worshipped them. The biblical poets, on the other hand, resisted the temptation to deify the environment. They enjoyed the natural world without worshipping it. The second difference between the Psalmists and their neighbors involved the language they used to describe “nature.” For them, nature was specifically “creation.” This term expressed the belief that the world owes its beauty and splendor, not to its own power or genius, but to God. Read any creation Psalm and you will see that the real significance of the universe is understood only by the eye of faith. And this faith was not in some man-made deity but in the eternal God Himself. All creation depends on the Creator for birth, life, and sustenance. “You open your hand, and they are filled with good.” Even death is controlled by the Sovereign God. “You take away their breath and they die and return to their dust.” The point is that God has established creation, and everything God created is a gift from Him.

The Psalms teach us that we can enjoy creation without worshipping it. And we enjoy it because we first love its Creator.

Tuesday, May 28    

6:54 PM This and that ….

1) This is one of my favorite Indian concoctions. I cooked it tonight.

It’s Chicken Vindaloo with carrots, asparagus, and mushrooms. Served it over Jasmine Rice. (Oh my goodness, I need counseling now.)

2) Now that I’ve eaten it’s time to work. Here’s a screen shot of the page proofs to the French edition of my book Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. I’m slowly making my way through the book.

I spent a lot of time teaching myself French before leaving for Basel in 1980. Not that I was expecting an exam over French when I got there. No way they’d do that at the uni there. The mentality in Basel was, Well, you’re working on your doctorate, right? Obviously, then, you know French, right? On outings to neighboring Alsace, French sure came in handy. Of course, I’m sorely out of practice. Weiss Du, es fehlt mir im Sprechen an Übung. Oops. Wrong language!

3) Thanks, by the way, to my ever-able assistant Mr. Noah Kelley for teaching today’s class for me. They covered chapter 7 — imperfect and aorist active indicative. In which we get to say:

And if you haven’t read Frank Stagg’s classic essayThe Abused Aorist, what in the world are you waiting for?

5:58 PM I just spent 8 hours in the van driving to and from Gastonia. What a gorgeous day it was for a drive too. I avoided the freeways as much as I could, preferring the byways to the highways. Dr. Owens’ funeral was a blessing. He was eulogized by two of his daughters. One of them said, “The greatest joy of his life was giving to others.” The pagan satirist Lucian (130-0 A.D.) mocked Christians for their kindness: “The earnestness with which the people help one another in their needs is incredible. They spare themselves nothing for this end. Their first lawgiver put it into their heads that they were all brethren.” What a true statement. What a legacy Dr. Owens leaves his descendants and all of us. The early church constantly practiced self-denial to meet each other’s needs. We don’t see the New Testament church hoarding its possessions. Oh may we all become as extravagantly giving as they were! This evening I’m praising God for the life of this wonderful saint. There were some hilarious stories at his funeral balanced by touching reminiscences of a life well lived. To God be the glory!

P.S. Quoted at the funeral: “The world has yet to see what God can do with a man fully consecrated to him. By God’s help, I aim to be that man” (Dwight L. Moody). Amen!

6:10 AM I have several traits that were stamped into my DNA. One of them is hardheadedness. For example, last year I did an 50K ultramarathon. All 31 miles of it. Moreover, it was a trail run, and the conditions were less than ideal. Somehow I finished under the 8-hour time limit. It wasn’t pretty. But I loved every second of it. This is my one and only body. I want to get as much out of it as I can before it returns to the dust. Of course, it doesn’t look like it did 30 years ago. Still, I’m thankful for it, and when I enter a race I’m not racing anyone but myself. The spirit that drove the ancient Athenian athletes is buried deep inside me. For many of us, it’s not the last step of a marathon (or an ultra) that defines us but the first step. Getting to the starting line is not the beginning of something but its culmination. The rest, as they say, is celebration.

All that to say I’m seriously praying about doing another 50K race this year. On June 29, in fact. Not only is it another 31-mile trail run, it’s at night. Now doesn’t that sound like fun? This time there’s a very generous 9.5 hour time limit. (They must have heard I’m slowing down.) The doc says I can do anything I want to as long as I do it in moderation. So when I see him again I’ll ask him about this race. We all have our strengths. Mine is that I can walk/hike forever and not get tired. (I did a lot of hiking when I climbed the Alps and the Rockies.) Of course, I realize that sometimes enthusiasm is my biggest asset and at other times my greatest liability. I stand by the fact that we all need to have our personal goals of what it means to succeed in life. That said, I haven’t signed up yet for the race. I’m watching to see how my training is coming along for the tri I’m going to do. 

What are your thoughts on “pushing the limits”?

Where do you fall on the “hardheadedness” spectrum?

What do you think about ultramarathons?

Monday, May 27    

6:20 PM This Saturday is the next Running of the Bulls 8K in Durham, UK. (Not really. The other Durham.) My shoes are lined up and I’m ready to roll. 8K races are kinda rare around here. That’s about 5 miles — longer than a 5K but not as long as a 10K. I know I have a fast 8K race in me. Just not right now. Remember, “moderation” is the word nowadays. So I’ll just take my sweet old time as I mosey through the revitalized neighborhoods of downtown Durham, the American Tobacco Campus, and the old Durham neighborhoods. The race ends inside the Durham Athletic Park.

Gotta go. I must be boring you something awful.

6:02 PM Just added to our website: Mark’s Theology of the Cross (Korean version).

8:35 AM I hate to blog about my personal weight loss journey because the issue is so sensitive. Yet it’s an important one (there are over 600,000 deaths from heart disease every year in the U.S.). I am in no way saying it’s right to judge people on the basis of their outward appearance. If you or I are overweight, we know it without anyone having to tell us. However, I do believe that health is largely a choice. Health. Not necessarily weight, though weight is one factor in terms of our health. Speaking only for myself, I’ve made the decision to change my eating habits, and I have. That said, my body type is such that I’ll always look heavy. I think we all need to practice self-care no matter what our weight is. My goal is to stay healthy and find balance. I carry more weight on me than the average runner but I eat healthy and have an active lifestyle. But in the end, fitness definitely trumps BMI.

Many people will tell you to start exercising if you want to lose fat. That’s all fine and good, but an exercise program is useless unless it’s balanced by healthy eating habits. In the past 3 months I’ve made healthy eating my number #1 health goal. I also follow an exercise/training schedule that you read about all the time on this blog. I consider myself to eat pretty healthy today. I don’t calorie count but I do watch everything I put into my mouth, and I mean everything. I have lost a lot of weight but I know I won’t keep it off unless I maintain healthy eating habits. For me this means:

  • Absolutely no sodas.

  • No sweets (cookies, desserts, ice cream, etc.).

  • No fast food (and boy do I love me a good cheeseburger or a pizza!).

  • No fried foods.

  • No chips or Doritos.

  • Cooking my own meals whenever I can.

  • No Starbucks specialty coffees.

  • Eating lots of fresh vegetables.

  • Eating smaller meals at more regular intervals (I try to eat a small meal at least 4 times a day).

  • Drinking plenty of water.

I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I don’t miss some of these foods. But my body is my temple and I want to treat it right. Truth be told, I’m enjoying eating clean. I think my relationship with food is a lot healthier than it’s been in a long time. We type A’s strive for perfection but it’s not about perfection but rather about progress. So it seems clear to me: The most effective way to lose weight and keep it off is to focus on diet — not necessarily cutting calories but eating good ones. The fact is that we can never lose weight just by exercising. We can never out-exercise our bad eating habits. The challenge is coping with all those ads we see every hour of every day (Coke, MacDonald’s, Starbucks, etc.) But I would say that even if you only removed soda from your diet you’d see a drastic improvement in your weight. But it’s also important to remember that we each have a limit as to how much about our looks we can change. For me, it all comes down to seeing food as fuel. It’s taken me a very long time to realize this. It’s taken me a long time to realize that garbage in equals garbage out. So awareness is key. When you combine a sedentary lifestyle with lousy eating habits the result is predictable. 

That’s my two cents. Knowledge is power, folks. Let’s make wise eating choices and let God take care of the rest.

What’s your eating philosophy?

Do you think you have a healthy relationship with food?

Does exercise play a role in your life?

7:10 AM If you’re taking me for Greek in the fall, Amazon isselling my beginning grammar for only $7.38.

6:48 AM This will be our second week of Greek 1-2. Think of it as miles 7-9 of a marathon. Also remember that when Christian and Hopeful were approaching the Celestial City, some shepherds offered them hospitality. Their names were Knowledge, Experience, Watchful, and Sincere. They warned the travelers of the temptations that could impede their Pilgrim’s Progress. One of them was Pride. Pride makes us believe that we can do everything in our strength. It draws us away from our utter dependence on God. Students, don’t mistake faithfulness for success. Pass the baton to Jesus. The sooner we acknowledge the role He plays in our progress, the easier it will be to keep moving forward. Instead of saying, “Lord, how am I going to get through this?” say, “Lord, I’m eager to see how You will get me through this.”

I’ll be at a funeral tomorrow so my assistant will teach the class tomorrow. See you Wednesday!

Sunday, May 26    

5:02 PM What a great day it’s been. Got in a 10-mile bike before church. Then swam laps. Right now I’m cooking Indian food from scratch. That’s quite an admission from someone who spent most of his life eating burgers at MacDonald’s.

Moving on…

Do you find it hard sometimes to say no? I do. Recently I was asked to sit on a doctoral committee and not only read a dissertation but attend the oral defense. This would have required me to fly to another country. However, the student’s field of study is one I’m familiar with but under no circumstances would I consider myself an expert in. I would have loved to have said yes. After all, who in their right mind would pass up a chance to travel (at their expense, not mine) to one of their favorite countries and help a doctoral student? When we allow pride to gain a foothold in our lives, one of the negative results is that we don’t like to acknowledge personal limits. But we simply can’t be all things to all people. I know I can’t. Still, I find it difficult to say, “I’m limited. I’m not able to do it.” But that’s exactly what I said. This wasn’t false humility. I really do not think I would have been the right examiner for that oral. This experience reminded me of two very important life principles:

  • Feel free to say no when that’s the appropriate response.

  • Admit your personal limits when you’re asked to do something that’s out of your range of ability and/or expertise.

In the past decade I’ve passed up offers to write several major commentaries, including one on Hebrews and another on Philippians. This is not to say I wasn’t tempted. I was. Everyone knows how much I love those books. But in all honesty, I really don’t think I could contribute much more to the field than has already been said.

Here’s a tip for when you have to say no to an invitation. Try to combine empathy with objectivity. Begin by being empathetic: “Wow, that sounds like a great opportunity. I imagine finding just the right person to do that job is going to be tricky. Thank you so much for considering me.” Then you can also express your objectivity: “However, I’m not the right person to help you with this. I’m simply not familiar enough with the subject, nor does my schedule allow it.”

I was once asked to teach a Greek course overseas through a translator. Once again, I would normally have jumped on an opportunity like that. But think about it: Greek is difficult enough to teach in English let alone in, say, Russian or Mandarin. Then, too, by using a translator your teaching time is cut by at least 60 percent. I say “60 percent” instead of 50 percent because translating grammatical concepts takes longer than everyday prose. This is not to say that I haven’t taught Greek internationally. I taught 6 weeks of beginning Greek in Ethiopia and several semesters of Greek in Asia. But these classes were all in English.

I used to be able to go into overdrive to please people who invited me to do this or that. Too often I ran with my feelings. But I’m learning to stick with the facts as much as possible and with what is truly needed as opposed to what I or they want. So if you ask me to write a reference for you, I might pass. The reason is usually obvious: I feel someone else could write a stronger reference than I can, and that would be to your benefit.

Friend, do not buckle under pressure. Do what is right, even (and maybe especially) when the pressure rises.

7:30 AM My assistant has just posted my Advanced Greek Grammar syllabus for the fall. You know what? It’s not even going to be hard. I mean, except for all the reading the students will have to do. And did I mention doing a complete discourse analysis of the book we’re studying? Or reading Robertson’s “Big Grammar”? Of course, between all of these assignments we’ll hardly make a dent in the subject. That just seems so unfair. But ya can’t do everything in one Greek class.

The book I’ve decided to do is 3 John. I figured I could either go “long” (e.g., Mark) or “short.” The reason I like 3 John is that its discourse structure is still debated today (despite there being at least 5 major articles that have been written on the topic) and that it’s easily memorizable in Greek. Moreover, each student will lead a class discussion at least once over certain über-important themes in 3 John, such as:

  • Eldership in the NT

  • The NT emphasis on hospitality

  • The concept ofekklēsia

  • Agapē love

  • Learning as imitation

  • Letter writing as a substitute for personal presence

  • The idiom “mouth to mouth”

  • What does it mean to be “first-loving”?

  • Hapax legomena in 3 John

  • Does v. 2 teach the Prosperity Gospel?

  • Verbal aspect in 3 John

  • The use of the passive voice in 3 John

  • Marked word order in 3 John

  • “Seeing God”

By the way, I’m asking my students to read books and essays by Greek scholars with whom I disagree on certain matters. I tell my students that the seminary years are good years to test your beliefs. During my seminary years I was rarely invited into the wonderful world of critical self-examination. Much of my seminary education was characterized by facts to be memorized and then regurgitated on a test. I have no objection to learning critical facts about the New Testament, nor do I object to giving (and taking) exams that require intense memory work. What I do object to is not delegating to students as much responsibility as possible. Do you remember when God created Adam and then asked him to name the animals? Here’s a verse we sometimes forget: “He [God] brought them to man to see what he would name them” (2:19). Now that’s delegation. God gave the responsibility of naming the animals to Adam and He wasn’t going to interfere in the process. No, student-involvement is not a panacea. But it just might help us not get swept away into evangelical rationalism — a kind of proof-texting Christianity that’s nothing more than an exercise in mental gymnastics. To be honest, when I was a student I really didn’t mind the “You sit still while I instill” method of instruction all that much, because I had a good memory and good ace practically every exam I took. What I did mind was being asked to agree with the teacher without any solid reasons being given.

Praying for my students? You bet I am. The course will require a lot. It will tax both the head and the heart. But scholarship and piety go hand in hand. You might even say they’re co-inherent.

P.S. I hope to get in another swim this afternoon in preparation for my next sprint triathlon in Wake Forest on June 23. This will be the third time I’ve done this event so I’m no stranger to the course. This is a great race for many reasons, not least because this is the first triathlon many people have done. (It was my first.) It’s also great because the pool is outdoors and therefore you can breath (unlike the tri I’m doing in September which is indoors and leads to massive hyperventilation). Not sure what else to say here except I hope you’re enjoying the long weekend. Try not to get a sunburn!

Saturday, May 25    

4:50 PM It’s happened again. Kailua Beach has been votedthe #1 beach in the U.S. I lived at Kailua Beach from 1955-1971. In the years I lived there, I always knew it was a very special place. Whenever I go back there I feel right at home again. It feels so surreal to see my old schools and the beach where I surfed all those years. Someone has said, “Home is a place you want to leave when you’re growing up and want to return to when you’re growing old.” So true. I’ll be back there in August, Lord willing. Already booked my flights. There’s something oh so special about going home. I guess you can take the little boy out of Hawai’i but you can never take Hawai’i out of the little boy.

I leave you with my view every morning during my stay in Kailua. The handiwork of our great Creator!

 

4:22 PM Just got back home. This morning I lifted for an hour, then ran for an hour, then swam laps at the county pool, and then went grocery shopping. You could argue that my life is never dull. I am really excited that swimming has entered the picture again. It’s the only exercise I’ve done for practically my whole life. Of course, chlorine makes me cringe, and those goggles — ugh. But I’ve decided to do another triathlon next month to celebrate my 67th birthday and I figure that if I can’t run or bike like a bat out of Hades then I sure can swim to my arms’ content. The one thing any swimmer will tell you is that it gets boring real quick. If only iPods worked in water.

Speaking of boring, in years past I’ve written a book (Learn to Read New Testament Greek) and have produced a video series about learning to read your Greek New Testament. As I’ve taught Greek through the years, my awareness of Greek pedagogy has come into sharper focus. That’s why I was delighted when a young man approached me several years ago to write his doctoral dissertation on the topic of Greek pedagogy under my guidance. I genuinely believe that the time is ripe for an overhaul in the way we teach Greek to students. Perhaps this is obvious, but just because we have an earned doctorate in ancient Greek doesn’t necessarily make us effective classroom teachers. Oh, the irony. No one can teach in our public high schools without being credentialed as a classroom teacher. But if the objective of education is learning, not teaching, then perhaps we need to follow the old Latin proverb “Docendo discimus” — “We learn by teaching.”  I have always learned best when the classroom is interactive and the teacher makes the subject both fun and applicable to my life. At any rate, this young man’s book is now finished and it will be published by Wipf & Stock in the near future. Which reminds me, I was asked to write the foreword to the book. No hay problema. I am a book junkie, so to write a foreword to a really good book is no sweat off my back. So although maybe only one or two of you may be interested, I’ll post below what I wrote. My foreword is both a thinly veiled confession and a barely disguised call for change. Meanwhile, I’m happily typing out a book review, because on a hot day like today what else is there to do? 

When David Miller asked me to write a foreword to his book, I immediately agreed. This was for two reasons. In the first place, David wrote his dissertation under my supervision, and I knew him to be one of the finest students I’ve had the opportunity to work with. In the second place, my own journey as a Greek teacher has been a combination of academic and practionioner and has bred certain convictions in me, not least that a revolution in Greek pedagogy is long overdue.

I began teaching Greek at Biola University in 1976. I was still years away from getting my doctorate in New Testament. But I had developed a deep love for Koine Greek, a love that has never left me. Verbs, nouns, paradigms – I was fascinated by them all. Several years later, a big change occurred. B & H Academic asked me to produce my own beginning Greek grammar. I declined. I did not regard my approach as sufficiently different from that of the textbook I was using in my classes. They asked me again. This time I said I would commit the matter to prayer. Four months later they had a completed manuscript on their desk.

Now, at that time I knew a good deal about Greek but very little about pedagogy. Thankfully, God gave me the good sense to recognize this shortcoming. In fact, the year I began teaching at Biola I also enrolled in two classes in the Christian Education Department – College Teaching Procedures, and Tests and Measurements. Both classes proved invaluable to me as I embarked on what is now a 43-year career of teaching Greek. These courses set me to thinking. I had unwittingly stumbled upon one of the most important discoveries of my academic career. Elton Trueblood, the great American Quaker scholar, put it this way in one of the books I read that semester: “Holy shoddy is still shoddy.” This quote would prove to be a mantra I would follow throughout the course of my career, although I have never lived up to it. I was now convinced that pedagogy played an essential role in becoming a Greek teacher. And I realized that it all had to do with outcomes. If our students are not using what they learn, what earthly good was their instruction?

That was not all. My searchings over the next few years had convinced me that the goal of Greek instruction was exegesis, not grammar. “What are you going to do with this information?” I began asking my students. Although there was still much about Greek pedagogy I didn’t understand, the heart of the matter was now plain to me. The study of Greek would require of us far more than getting an A on the final exam. What I had discovered was that Greek needed to be applied if it was to justify its existence in our curriculum. An old Scottish proverb puts it like this: “Greek, Hebrew, and Latin all have their proper place, but it’s not at the head of the cross where Pilate put them, but at the foot of the cross in humble service to Jesus.” The imagery of the cross was lucid and compelling, so much so that I decided to produce a practical book called Using New Testament Greek in Ministry that outlined reasons and a methodology for using our knowledge of Greek for the edification of Christ’s church. It is not knowledge but application that matters. Curiously enough, many Greek teachers had enunciated this truth, but few had ever done any scientific research into the effectiveness (or lack thereof) of our methodologies.

Enter David Miller’s book. When I took David under my wings several years ago, I had no idea that he would produce such a helpful work. This book occupied a great deal of his time, and when it was finished I strongly encouraged him to have it published. As you will see, the book is lively, contemporary, and has a somewhat racy style. The author writes compellingly about the evidence for exegesis-focused Greek instruction on the one hand, and equally compellingly about the significance that sound pedagogy has for our churches and our individual lives. Nowadays Greek teachers are wondering (some out loud) if their approach to Greek instruction could stand up to critical examination. This book has the answer to that question. It is a tract for our times, and it is being published at just the right time, combining as it does competent scholarship with a reverent attitude toward the biblical text. This book is in no sense a dogmatic manual, but sets out to start a conversation about Greek pedagogy, a conversation that, as I said above, is long overdue. I have found the book to be both provocative and edifying. After all, sound pedagogy has always been a central concern of mine. How can we teach Greek if we don’t question our methodologies? The book, therefore, has a real place in the whole of Christian education.

I do not suggest that this book will resolve all of the nagging issues that Greek teachers face. But it will go a long way toward doing that. As Greek instructors, we must be willing to submit our own preferences to what will best serve the community in which we worship and serve. This book has helped me to do just that, and I trust you will come away from reading it with the same result.

7:50 AM I was up early this morning trying to beat the heat and get my farm chores done before working out at the Y. All the bird droppings on the front porch have been ruffling my feathers. I consider myself blessed to have swallows on the farm but honestly, their poop is beginning to encroach on my personal space. Anyhoo, that mess has now been cleaned up. At least I’ll have one day of blessed cleanliness. Speaking of successful damage control, later today I’ll mow (again, before it gets too hot). Have you noticed how the weather has become bonkers of late? It hasn’t rained in weeks and the ground is dry — as in DRY dry — which is a good thing because I’m currently harvesting 80 acres of timber.

I definitely would not want to have a logging truck get stuck in one of my driveways. Unbelievably, it hasn’t rained a single day while the loggers have been on the property, and if the current weather holds up they should be done in about a month. Then I’ll have to decide when to reseed the acreage. You knew that trees are a crop right? Well, for years I didn’t. I thought trees were, well, trees. Then I found out that they need to be carefully cultivated just like any other crop. Live and learn.

Not long ago — well, this morning actually — I read about a brand new translation of the New Testament calling itself The Pure Word. It claims to reveal “the original Koine-Greek depths of meaning from the time of Christ using breakthroughs in monadic-based hermeneutics.” It further claims that “English is an imprecise language that can easily cause misunderstanding. In contrast, one of the most complete languages that clarifies intent is Koine Greek ….” Well, I think we could use a little more information. Please tell us by name who your translators were. Please explain to us what “monadic-based hermeneutics” is. Please give us more than one verse as a sample. Please back up your assertion that “There are over 450 English New Testament translations; all riddled with inaccuracies that never referenced the original Greek scriptures” with proof. As someone who originally worked on the ISV New Testament, I think we owe as much to our readers. The field of Christian publishing is a pressure cooker. Nowhere is this truer than with Bible translations. Bible publishing is this bizarre world where we hyperventilate because another translation is trying to vie for our loyalty. This is not a new phenomenon, nor is it restricted to the world of Bible translations. (Beginning Greek grammars fall into this category.) For instance, does this rendering of John 3:16 in The Pure Bible really help us understand what the Greek is saying?

Because, God has Loved in such a manner the satan’s world, so that He Gave His Son, the Only Begotten Risen Christ, in order that whoever is Continuously by his choice Committing for the Result and Purpose of Him, should not perish, but definitely should, by his choice, be Continuously Having Eternal Life.

I think not. And then there’s this notion that somehow Koine Greek is ambiguity-free. I can’t tell you how many times I heard it stated in college that the New Testament had to be written in Greek because Greek is the most perfect language in the history of the world. In seminary I recall reading about the days when some New Testament scholars were even promoting the idea of a special “Holy Ghost Greek” that God invented in order to inscripturate His New Testament truth — a notion that turned out to be, by the way, a demonstrable cul-de-sac. What would be so difficult about providing us with more information? More examples? A list of the translators along with their qualifications? It is hard to produce a new Bible translation. I know. But I think we do the church a tragic disservice to publish one in relative secrecy. By the way, scanning my bookshelves I see I have dozens of English Bible translations. They do me absolutely no good unless I read them. No, you don’t need to spend exactly one hour in the Word every day. But God’s beautiful Word — well, it’s essential, folks, and you’ll need it before the day is through, believe me. Reading the Word is how we become centered and remember that God wants to be personally involved in our lives. That’s why I was kicking myself this morning for forgetting my Greek New Testament at the office. (As you would expect from a Greek teacher, I read only my Greek New Testament. Except sometimes when I also read an English Bible translation. Okay, so many English translations that it has gotten a bit embarrassing.) What I’m trying to say is this: There’s simply no excuse for not being in God’s Word. At the same time, no Bible translation is perfect — which is exactly why we need so many of them for comparison.

Check out The Pure Bible for yourself. In the video clip, you’ll hear how the different Greek words for “love” in John 21:15-17 are said to be crucial for our understanding of this passage. Not all would agree, of course. But like I said, check it out for yourself. Hopefully the publisher will provide us with more information shortly. I’m especially curious to know who the translators were.

Off to the Y.

Friday, May 24    

4:04 PM Can you believe it? One third of Greek 1 is done. I sent the class home today with their first exam. They have until next Tuesday to take it since Monday is a holiday. Interestingly, they’ve lasted longer than I did when I took Greek many years ago. I was a goner after only 3 weeks into the semester. Thankfully, none of us is bound by the failures of the past. A dropped class doesn’t dictate our future, and progress can still be had through Christ. My dropping Greek, although unbeknownst to me at the time, was a precursor for His grace in my life. It was a reminder that Jesus can turn any misery into ministry, any brokenness into beauty. It’s not our job to figure everything out. That’s His job. Our only job is the trust and obey. Today I laugh out loud when I think about how close I came to not becoming a Greek teacher. Friend, what setback are you facing today? You can get over it. By the grace of God, you can. Look no further than the life of the apostle Paul, whom Christ turned into His choice servant despite the fact that Paul had been the enemy of Christianity. Jesus has a total grasp on the timing in your life. Trust Him for it. He won’t push you into something too soon or take something away from you without replacing it with something better.

While my students are busy reviewing for their Greek exam I’ve been spending my spare time reading. I love, love, love to read. And not just Runners World. I borrowed this book last night from the school library.

Yes, I read the whole book last night. It tells the story of how the American missionaries and the Hawaiian ali’i (chiefs) collaborated, among other things, to develop a written Hawaiian language and establish schools that resulted in widespread literacy in the Islands. Thankfully, the book avoids both missionary hagiography on the one hand and Hawaiian victimization on the other. “There was no way that the missionaries could have caused Hawai’i to become a literate, Christian nation without the agency of the ali’i'” (p. 17). The one caveat I have about this book is the way its title is translated into English: “To cooperate.” This is a paraphrase. I like the literal meaning better: “Help over there, help over here” — meaning “We help each other wherever we are.” I cannot thank the people in my life enough for making my work possible, from my secretary to my personal assistant to the library staff to my colleagues (from whom I draw encouragement and a good laugh). These people are amazing, strong, and capable. Tonight I’m going to start writing an entry for a new encyclopedia of biblical Greek language and linguistics — a book in which writers and editors will work together to produce a whole that is much greater than its parts. Perhaps the most important cooperation of all is with the Holy Spirit. As we grant Him full sway in our lives He changes us from the inside out and we are free to soar to new heights. Cooperation is a necessity of life. “We’re better together” goes the saying. That said, sometimes being together can be disastrous. Just look at this picture taken during this year’s climbing season on Everest.

This is not cooperation. It’s chaos. One climber died as a result of being stranded at the top of the Hillary Step for 2 hours on his descent. I grew up surfing in Hawai’i. The surfing spots were never very crowded and rarely were they territorial. (Makaha Beach on the West Shore was an exception; we still surfed there, but we were careful to respect the locals.) Today, I despise the North Shore. Too crowded, too territorial, too much hassle. (Google it.) In my life, I try to avoid both too much dependence and too much independence. Interdependence is a far better goal. An interdependent relationship is one in which we can rely on each other without surrendering our autonomous identity. The healthiest way we can interact with our family members is by being interdependent — involved with each other without sacrificing our identities or values. Now that’s a tough balancing act! We’re not meant to sequester ourselves or avoid culture. But we can’t be gullible either. Jesus sends us out shrewdly innocent. I think the missionaries to Hawai’i and the ali’i of the Islands maintained, for the most part, a healthy balance in their relationship. I’m sure there are a myriad of things they could have done better. As with most things in life, balance is the key. Yes, I enjoy my own identity. Yes, I have my own path in life. But that’s no reason to be avoidant or independent. The ideal is to create a hybrid in which each one of us takes responsibility for our own well-being. That’s the main takeaway I had from reading this book. Embrace true mutuality. Do right by it. Then let it heal you of your irresponsible codependence.

Running Update: I’ve been getting in at least 4 miles daily but right now I’m mostly eagerly anticipating the local pools opening on Monday so that I can get back into swimming. Like a dork I overdid it a little this week by going 20 miles without a break but thankfully I’ve recovered from that outing. I did watch the Boston Marathon documentary last night and it was a tear-jerker. I love how Boston came back after the terrorist attacks of 2013. Meanwhile, get ready because I’ve signed up for my fifth triathlon next month. In a tri you have to swim, then bike, then run. I used to hate the biking part of the race until I got my super-nifty light-weight road bike. I really don’t like the swim part of the race either because the pool is waaaay too crowded for anyone to be able to swim at what you’d consider a happy pace. In fact, you’re lucky if you survive without getting too many facial scratches from the toenails in front of you. Still, there’s nothing like a tri! I am on strict orders by my doctor to do everything in moderation, and they’ve ordered a VO2Max treadmill test for me so I know they are serious. Like a good patient, I’m being super compliant, but I do miss my “go for broke” days. 

Off to get some yard work done now that it’s cooled off a bit. It’s been so HOT these days. What will you be doing tonight? WatchBoston: The Documentary if you can. You won’t regret it. It’s available on Amazon Prime.

Thursday, May 23    

6:22 AM A couple of things before I head back to campus:

1) Dr. M. O. Owens Jr. has passed away. He was 105. I will be attending his funeral in Gastonia on Tuesday. As you may know, I am privileged to hold the Dr. M. O. Owens Jr. Chair of New Testament Studies. I don’t imagine any greater honor has come my way in my 43-year teaching career. It has not been unfairly pointed out that graduate theological education can get a bit stuffy at times. We can produce graduates who are educated beyond their intelligence if we’re not careful. Dr. Owens’ life and ministry was characterized by simple obedience and loving, humble leadership. It’s an example every leader needs.

2) As crazy as it sounds, I’ve been asked by Jillian Ross and Jaeshill Kim of Liberty University — both experts in linguistics — to give a lecture on that topic on their campus in September. The date is Friday, Sept. 20. I’ve titled my lecture “Why Bible Students Should Be the Best Linguists Out There.” Keep in mind that I’m not a linguist nor the son of a linguist and have never had a course in linguistics. So what right do I have to give a talk on this topic? None!

3) Tonight the Bull City Running Company is hosting a private showing of the new movie Boston: A Documentary.

There is nothing like being in a theater filled with hard core runners. This movie is more than the story of the Boston Marathon. It’s a movie about a mindset — a mindset that separates those who do from those who dream. You see, long distance running depends more on tenacity than talent. It doesn’t matter how un-athletic you are. You can become a long-distance athlete. You can really and truly be one of them. I’ve seen people of every age, size, and shape cross the finish line of a marathon. Take whatever talent you have and then get out there and see what happens. I’m going to make every effort to be there for the movie tonight. I will watch any movie about running. But Boston? That’s special.

Wednesday, May 22    

5:14 PM Hello again, wonderful internet! I love being spontaneous. But I also love routine — like blogging daily. My only “rule” for blogging is honesty. And honestly, I’ve hated not being able to blog for 11 days. (What? You didn’t even know I was gone? Thanks a lot.) I love the connection that blogging allows. I haven’t gone this long without blogging in years. But all’s well that ends well — my website was successfully migrated to my new server and everything went without a hitch (thank God). The problem is, when you haven’t blogged for a while, things tend to pile up, if you know what I mean. Since we last spoke I:

  • Went to Dallas.

  • Heard Becky’s arrangement performed live (WOW!).

  • Spoke at a former student’s ordination service.

  • Started teaching 6 weeks of summer school Greek.

  • Ran a 5K.

  • Picked up hay.

  • Met with a sports physiologist at Duke.

Here are a few pix:

Mom with Brian Piper, who arranged Becky’s piece.

At Saturday’s 5K in Wake Forest we raised over $5,000 for Hope House.

Laying hands on brother Shane.

J’adore my life right now. It’s busy as all get out, but I wouldn’t change a thing. This is who I am, a crazy mixed up guy who’s hungry for the straight-up gospel and is ready to learn what it means to live on mission. For maybe the first time in my life I’m not trying to create my own opportunities but instead trying to lean on the Holy Spirit’s leading day by day and even hour by hour. The gospel is bigger than me or any one of us. Imagine what would happen if we all made it a priority in our lives? I recall being a member of the so-called Jesus Movement in the 1960s. Man were we hip. But it was too easy for us to become a club for cozy insiders who wore mariachi sandals and had long hair. This is not what God intended for His church. The Holy Spirit didn’t come to make us complacent and comfortable. He came to make us missionaries to our own circles of influence and beyond. I, for one, thank God for the grass roots laity movement He’s raising up in our day — a people who are keen to share in acts of generosity and witness and worship, a church which is undeniably a sign of the in-breaking kingdom — a tiny manifestation of the way God intended people to live and act and be.

I have a million more things to say and pictures to post. But this is too much already! Suffice it to say I’m glad I got my blogging voice back. I’m feeling inspired, so you’d better watch out for what might be coming your way in the next few days. Remember: Enjoy every minute God gives you on this earth. I value you desperately, my dear readers. We serve a Savior who is bent on taking us all on a wild ride. So hop aboard and let’s do it!

P.S. Here’s Brian Piper’s magnificent arrangement of For All the Saints. Hope you enjoy it!

 

Saturday, May 11    

6:38 AM There are so many good things happening in biblical studies nowadays it’s hard to know where to start. Here are just two notices for you to be aware of:

1) The videos from our linguistics conference are nowonline.

2) IBR announces a new research group calledLinguistics and the Biblical Text.

Greek grammar and syntax are the staple diet of the student, but that diet is enhanced in many ways, all of which contribute to one’s development. Speaking of which, I’m taking the “books and the parchments” with me to Dallas this weekend. I’ve got a major term paper to grade and I’ve got to finalize my syllabus for Advanced Greek Grammar, plus prepare a message for next Sunday. Beyond that, I’m looking forward to warm Christian fellowship at the church Becky was raised in, Grace Bible Church. Friendships were born there that have survived to this day, and I know many of her old friends will be in attendance this Sunday morning at the 8:30 service to remember Becky’s life and, more importantly, to honor her Lord. I love being with mom and dad, and I trust this weekend’s events will bring them great joy and many happy memories of their eldest daughter. I hope we all come away with a fresh love for Jesus and a new openness to follow Him, wherever He should lead us. Danny Akin’s card to the graduates said this: “As you graduate today, my prayer for each of you is simply this: the will of God: nothing less, nothing more and nothing else.” That pretty much says it all. I have enormous appreciation for our graduates. They are determined to display their academic building blocks only when called upon to do so. There is no greater joy for them than helping someone come to faith in Christ.

I want to thank Baker Academic for allowing us to publish the conference videos. It’s been a delight to work with their editors. This will be my 7th book with Baker and I’ve always appreciated their careful work and gracious spirit. Again, I want to thank my students (whose final semester grades are now available online) for their diligence this semester. I have found it all an exciting adventure of faith. Finally, I want to express my gratitude to God as I look back over 43 years of teaching. This journey has been both humbling and inspiring, and it was made possible because a man named Rudy Ulrich brought the Gospel to Kailua, Hawaii in 1960. The years since Jesus saved me have been a bit messy, sometimes very painful, but always exciting. For 59 years the Lord whom I’ve followed has kept His promise and has never failed me or forsaken me. Praise be to Him.

By the way, my website will be migrating to a different server while I’m gone. Not sure if DBO will go offline during any part of this process. If so, you’ll know why.

I leave you with a pic from our wedding day at Grace waaaaay back in 1976. Bye!

Friday, May 10    

6:40 PM Today’s commencement services were such an encouragement to me. Danny Akin’s messages from Heb. 12:1-3 were just what I needed. It can be jarring, this race that we run as Christians. I leave for Dallas tomorrow excited beyond belief that Becky’s commemorative piece will be performed on Sunday. But that’s not the entire picture. Fact is, right now I’m a complicated ball of emotions. Grief is always hard, but I find it’s usually hardest on holidays and special occasions such as birthdays or Mother’s Day. Sunday happens to be both. These are predictable times when my grief seems to hurt more than usual. They activate a flood of memories that make me feel especially empty because of her absence. Strange, don’t you think, that this weekend augurs so much blessing and yet so much pain at the same time? Maybe it’s not so strange. When I look into the Gospels, I see Jesus attending a wedding party and laughing it up and then I see Him weeping outside of the tomb of a man He was about to raise from the dead. As Danny reminded us in his message today, Jesus is fully present in our “race.” We’re not on this earth to live our lives all by our lonesomes, but in relationship with God and in community with others. That’s how Jesus lived — not locked away in some medieval monastery, immune to the pain of the world. He got dirty and He got hurt. Observe the race that He ran: all the way to the cross (Heb. 12:2). When I feel like falling, when I’m trying to make sense of life, when I can’t find a place to stand, when I don’t understand why my prayers don’t seem to make any difference, I do know that Christ has finished His race, and that my victory is also assured, whether I can understand everything involved with it or not. All day people have been coming up to me and asking me how I’ve been doing. I have been so blessed by their love, by the grace they’ve extended to me even when I get choked up, my heart in splinters. Again, the Voice whispers in my soul:

I penned every line in Becky’s story even before she was born. I knew the days she was numbered, I knew when she would laugh and when she would cry, I knew when her heart was breaking with Mine, I knew the miracles I would perform and those I would withhold, in My loving sovereignty.

“Fix your eyes on Jesus,” writes the author of Hebrews. Give voice to your precious memories. Celebrate a life well lived. Commemorate who she was and give a testimony about her. The God of strength, comfort, hope, and love, the God who promises to wipe away all tears, will hold you closer than ever before and will fill your emptiness. His presence is enough. But His presence doesn’t mean that you won’t feel pain again, that you won’t be reminded of her by sights and sounds, that you won’t mourn her again, especially on holidays and birthdays. No, God doesn’t want you to forget her, David. He does not ask you to forget the years you spent together. Forget? No. Never. Move on with your life? Yes. Definitely yes. His love will fill you each time you pour yourself out. 

There’s no way I could ever fathom how much my Savior loves me. For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross, despising its shame. Tonight I’m asking this Savior, this Forerunner, this divine Pace Setter, to fill me back up again with His love and wisdom and strength, so that I can go back out tomorrow and pour myself out again.

My friend, when you lost that loved one of yours, a hole was created in your life. You might say, “I’m just not myself anymore.” And that’s true. You will never be the same. But as you live with the face of grief as your constant companion, remember these words (adapted from The Message):

Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished the race you’re in. Study how He did it. He never lost sight of where He was headed — that exhilarating finish line with God. He therefore could put up with anything along the way: cross, shame, whatever. When you find your faith flagging, go over that story again and again, item by item, that long litany of pain He plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your soul!

5:45 AM It’s commencement day, friends! What is graduation anyway? It’s sort of a combination of a mother robin prodding her babies to leave the nest and the completion of Navy Seal training. In celebration of this auspicious occasion, I’ve published a couple of essays you might (or might not) enjoy. One is calledThe Purpose of a Seminary. The other is titled Greek Student: Quo Vadis? (Hey, why say it in English when you can impress people with your knowledge of Latin, right?) Graduate + Celebration = Commencement. (This is about as mathematical as I get.) I am an education addict. There, Dr. Phil, I said it. I hate to admit how lost I’d be without my teaching. Of course, like all good things, that too will come to an end one day. Which reminds me of the old German joke: Alles hat ein End. Nur eine Wurst hat zwei. Lustig, eh?? (“Lustig” means “funny,” by the way. This is a family blog after all.)

Are you an educator? Between the time I blog, farm, and do a dozen other things, I spend a lot of time in the classroom. That’s because I believe in the power of a good education. As Gandhi once said, “Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” That’s my second favorite education quote. (My first is by Mark Twain: “I never let my schooling interfere with my education.” How true that is. We all know people who are educated beyond their intelligence, right?) Since when hasn’t the church needed educated people? Plenty are ordained who can’t do simple exegesis. Some are utterly devoid of academic skills. Christianity transcends human reason, to be sure, but it is an eminently reasonable faith and leaders need to be able to articulate it intelligently. Looking back over 21 years of teaching at Southeastern, I’m grateful to God for raising up an institution that values high academic scholarship while not losing our evangelical stance or our evangelistic fervor. And it’s a joy for me to honor our 300 graduates today. It was an extraordinarily satisfying year for me on campus, and I can’t wait for summer Greek start in two weeks.

Congratulations, grads!

Thursday, May 9    

8:15 PM Got up several loads of hay this evening.

We worked until dusk.

I love this life. “Men die of boredom, psychological conflict, and disease. They do not die of hard work” (David Ogilvy).

12:50 PM Okay — who out there is busier than I am? In addition to working on the farm this morning, I lifted at the Y.

Than ran 5 miles.

Then visited Becky’s grave.

Then enjoyed Mexican with family.

Kids take the best selfies, don’t they?

Right now it’s break time before getting up hay bales. I am a bit overworked but I will persevere. At least I’m not disintegrating!

6:45 AM Good morning, internet friends! This morning found me ensconced in the book of Ephesians, writhing through my translation of 4:11-12 and consulting my commentaries — the most important of which is my former Basel professor Markus Barth’s two-volume work in the Anchor Bible Series.

His rendering of the fourfold gifts in 4:11 nails it:

He [Jesus] is the one who appointed these to be apostles and those to be prophets, some to be evangelists and others to be teaching shepherds.

I noted two things:

  • The emphasis on “He is the one” (as rightly reflecting the Greek text).

  • The rendering “teaching shepherds.”

“Shepherds” is, of course, a much better translation than “pastors,” as the Greek word for “pastor” is always rendered “shepherd” in its other occurrences in the New Testament. Here in Eph. 4:11 it is simply a metaphor for pastoral leadership and we would de well not to remove the metaphor in our translations.

Now, what is the purpose or goal of pastoral leadership and teaching? One of the hallmarks of Jesus’ upside-down kingdom is the fact that all believers are servant-ministers under the New Covenant. Pastoral leaders beckon the sheep to follow Christ, not them, and they use their influence to mobilize the resources in the church to serve the needs of others. Just as Jesus never used power for self-gain or glory, so teaching shepherds serve at the bottom of the ladder, thus defying social custom and redefining rights and expectations in the new order of God’s kingdom. Although it is our human inclination to build pyramids of power, Jesus doesn’t bless our human structures, not even in the church. The Holy Spirit has endowed each of us with unique gifts and abilities and we should equally esteem each contribution, whether teaching or washing windows. This is the overriding principle that I try to bring to all my classes: equipping the Christians in the congregation for the work of serving Jesus by serving others, rather than trying to do most (or all) of ministry by myself. People, especially young people, thrive on being given some task and entrusted to do it. Even among those whom God has called to lead the congregation, there is to be a “fellowship of leadership” (Michael Green), a team that will not only lead but enable each member of the church to achieve his or her full potential. You need a fellowship of leadership that models team work if you are to have a congregation that grows in maturity when it is given responsibility.

Teaching shepherds, then, are to “prepare God’s people for works of service.” This is in fact the work of the ministry Paul is referring to here. Regardless of their vocation or position, disciples of Jesus ask this: How can we each use our gifts and resources to serve God’s kingdom and honor its Lord? It is no good saying we believe in every-member ministry if we do not practice it. The talent is there if the teaching pastors take pains to develop it.

P.S. In your church bulletin and/or website, under “ministers,” why not have:

“Ministers: The entire congregation.”

This might startle some but it would be decidedly biblical.

Wednesday, May 8    

10:58 AM While getting the oil changed I stumbled across a blog post that asks:Why Are You Hanging on to Mark 16:9-?

I don’t want to sound arrogant but it’s virtually certain that Mark did not write that part of his Gospel.

The author concludes:

So no one should be preaching from or writing devotionals on any part of Mark 16:9-. That someone is suggests that they did not do serious study on the passage.

But there’sthis, right?

7:20 AM Two book notes:

1) Here’s the opening to my review of Bradley Arnold, Christ as the Telos of Life (WUNT 2.371; Tübingen: Mohr Siebeck, 2014). It will appear in the next issue of Filologia Neotestamentaria.

This study is a slightly revised version of the author’s doctoral thesis under David Horrell at the University of Exeter, UK. The title of his book is slightly confusing. When I first read it, my mind immediately went to Rom. 10:4, where Jesus is described as the “end (telos) of the law.” Upon closer examination, however, one quickly discovers the author’s main emphasis, which is to examine the rhetorical importance of athletic imagery in the book of Philippians. The author argues that the athletic metaphor employed by Paul in Phil. 3:13-14 plays a powerfully persuasive role in Paul’s argumentation and encapsulates the epistle’s overarching aim, namely to exhort the Philippian believers to pursue Christ as the telos of life. Since this is a picture that summarizes how the Philippians should think and live, it lies at the heart of Paul’s argument in this letter.

I conclude that “… although one appreciates the author’s reminder of the important role and centrality of athletics in Paul’s argument in Philippians, it seems unlikely to the present writer that such imagery functions in a way envisioned by the author of this monograph.”

2) I read this book last night.

It documents the rise of the born-again dirt movement in America that ostensibly springs from a biblical worldview. It calls for the rebirth of manual farming culture and argues that “the small family farm represents the ideal working relationship between people and earth” (p. 8). It documents the “Christian agrarian crusade” that is committed to the viability of the family farm. Christian agrarians see “the ultimate purpose of their reform efforts as not just the material improvement of the lives of rural people, but as the construction of the kingdom of God on earth” (p. 11).

I might publish a fuller review of this book later, but for now I’ll just state that this seems to me to be yet another unnecessary and unprofitable battle in our culture wars. If anything, the church needs to more aggressively and clearly distinguish between Christian beliefs and political-economic ideologies. Agrarianism and Christianity are certainly compatible, but in my opinion one does not automatically lead to the other — and I say this as a small farmer. The bigger question has to do with the concept of the “common good” as expressed by (among others) Thomas Aquinas. But fundamentally, where you live and what you do for a living is, at least in my mind, a question of the stewardship that God has placed in your hands. 

One final point. I live and work on a farm because I enjoy this lifestyle. In the past 15 years I have raised everything from sheep to cattle to goats to chickens. Farming is hard work but good work.

I like to say that it puts you to sleep at night with a good tired.

But if God called me to live in downtown Raleigh that’s where I’d live. One subculture is not superior to the other. So if you enjoy the life of a rural farmer, that’s great. Be the best farmer to the glory of God that you can possibly be. The one thing we don’t want to do, in my opinion, is make this a Gospel/kingdom issue.

Peace,

Dave

Tuesday, May 7    

8:02 PM I just read a report about the recently held London Marathon. One of their pacers was assigned to bring her group in under 7.5 hours. They crossed the starting line a good hour after the elite runners did. By the time they were 5K into the race, however, they were reportedly being told to move to the pavement by race officials, despite being on pace. Then apparently the cleanup crews began spraying the blue lines right in front of the runners with a messy chemical. Remember, the London Marathon asked for a 7.5 pacer in a race that has an 8-hour time limit! By the time her pace group got to around mile 22, the timing mats had been taken up, meaning her people couldn’t be tracked by their families who would start to get very worried.

I know there are two sides to every story. But if what this official race pacer is saying is true, then it disturbs me no end that back-of-the-packers should be made to feel like second-class citizens. I understand that London is a busy city, but if you’re going to put on a race with an 8-hour time limit then you need to support your runners, all of them, throughout the entire race. Surely if you, as a back-of-the-packer,  start a race an hour later than the official start time, then the race officials need to extend the sweepers by an hour. Honestly, I can’t imagine that keeping the roads of London closed for an extra hour or two would make that big of a difference anyway. I can’t thank the race organizers and marshals in Cincy enough for the way they conducted the Flying Pig Marathon on Sunday. I came in well after 6 hours and there was course support the ENTIRE way. I even got congratulations and a handshake by a smartly dressed (coat and tie) race official when I crossed the finish line. So did everyone else who finished after me. Remember: My corral didn’t start until 35 minutes after the race had officially started. And yet I never felt any pressure to hurry up. Also, the spectators were amazing. They were probably standing there for hours when I went past them but they still managed to cheer us slower people and give us a huge boost. In my race, even the photographers were still furiously snapping my picture as I finished, and so efficient were they that I received my race photos in today’s inbox.

Anyone who runs a marathon, fast or slow, knows that the mental battle is harder than the physical one. That’s why runner support (official and unofficial) is so vital in a race. So from me, thank you, Flying Pig organizers, from the very bottom of my heart. You never let our slowness spoil our achievement. It’s just such a shame that the 7.5 hour pacer in London didn’t get the respect and support she deserved. It takes a huge amount of mental and physical strength to stay out there on the course for the amount of time some people do. So to all of my fellow runners who finished the London Marathon — you are amazing for completing the 26.2 miles. I feel sad if you sense you were poorly treated during the race. This is very disappointing for an event that markets itself as “Everybody’s Race.” Y’all need to come over here and do the Pig next year. I mean it.

Once again, to the race organizers of the Flying Pig: on behalf of every slower runner out there on Sunday, a huge thank you for what you did to get so many to the Finish Swine.

2:22 PM This morning, when I was listing my current writing projects, I left one out. It’s probably one of the most important writing assignments I’ve had in my life. As you know, the hymn arrangement I commissioned in memory of Becky will be performed for the first time this Sunday in Dallas by a full chorale with orchestral accompaniment. Afterwards, the sheet music — arranged for SATB and orchestra — will be published. The piece was written by renowned composer/arranger Brian Piper. Before it goes to press, I have to provide a two-line dedication — a dedication that will be read wherever this music is performed. Now if that doesn’t make you gulp, I don’t know what will. How do you even begin to describe the life of your wife in two simple sentences? The oldest of 6, Becky was a one-of-a-kind for sure. She was always suitably independent. After her family returned from Ethiopia, she lived in a simple ranch-style house in the suburbs of Dallas. I had met Becky in the cafeteria line at Biola, where she was studying nursing and I was studying Bible. We had fallen in love quickly, proving the old adage that opposites really do attract. I was as shy as she was socially outgoing. She had beautiful eyes, an infectious smile, and a crackerjack mind. She always knew exactly what she wanted, enjoyed a good joke, and never suffered fools. After she graduated with her B.S. in nursing, she agreed to marry me. We tied the knot in the same church the ceremony will be held in this Sunday. Life seemed so full of promise. And it was. Then, as if in the twinkling of an eye, we got the devastating news that Becky had invasive endometrial cancer. Thus began the surgeries, the treatments, the hospitalizations. Life had become incomprehensively complex. We compartmentalized our life into home, work, and the medical merry-go-round we were riding. We took it one day at a time. Becky’s treatments seemed to do the trick, for a while. But it eventually became clear that she would be going Home. One morning in November of 2013, I heard my 60-year-old wife take her last breath. In the days after, our family surrounded me. They gave me time to grieve, and in fact grieved with me. They reminded me how meaningful and wonderful life can be even and especially when we are suffering.

I feel honored to have been married to Becky for 37 years. My life is lonely despite my attempts to rebuild it. They say that spouses never really die; they live on in the brain forever. So how do I let go? How do I honor her memory and move on at the same time? “Why not commission an arrangement of For All the Saints?” I said to myself one day. After all, it was this hymn that, more than any other, captured both the sorrow and the hope I was feeling. It captures what Becky and I believed when we got married, what I believe now, and what I will go on believing until I go to the grave.

For all the saints/who from their labors rest./Who Thee by faith before the world confessed/Thy Name, O Jesus, be forever blessed/Alleluia, alleluia!

Music has soothed my soul during the past 5 and a half years like nothing else. Nothing touches your anguish quite like a great hymn of the faith. Blogging has also been cathartic. If you’re walking a hard road, my friend, I trust that maybe something you’ve read in these pages has been helpful. Our God is a God of miracles who is somehow still God even when no miracles are to be found. One thing is for certain: Life is a breath. Let’s not waste it.

Well, here are the two lines I wrote today and sent to the composer:

Dedicated to the memory of Becky Lynn Lapsley Black, who passed through gates of splendor on November 2, 2013. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints” (Psalm 116:15).

Nothing profound, I know. I wrote it more as a reminder to me than to you. A reminder that we can take all of our pain and put it into the hands of Someone who is strong enough for it. You are part of my journey, you who read and cheer and pray along with us, so it’s only right that you celebrate with us.

Happy Mother’s Day, Becky. And Happy Birthday. I love you.

8:28 AM This is exam week, which means it’s a good week for writing. This week I will be getting the final page proofs to my devotional on running from the publisher: Project #1. I have another book review to write for Filologia Neotestamentaria: Project #2. And, of course, I’m still plugging away at Godworld: Project #3. That, plus farming. Plus recovering from Sunday’s run. Plus getting ready for my trip to Dallas this weekend. Problem is, I’m struggling with motivation right now. Which is one reason I’m reading this book:

I’ve only gotten about a dozen or so pages into the book but it’s already stimulated my thinking. What is motivation? How is it observed? Is there such a thing as improper motivation? How do you keep on pursuing your goals when your motivation fails? What happens when disappointment and frustration set in? Sound familiar? I have always struggled with motivation. I have good intentions, but then life gets in the way. Each one of us has barriers that keep us from pursuing our goals. What matters is how we deal with them. Life is all about seeing problems as obstacles instead of as barriers. Running, for example, needs to be about who you are. You don’t have to beat yourself up to be a runner. If you do, you risk injury or overtraining. Enjoy it instead. I’ve had to learn (the hard way) that the measure of my running success has nothing to do with times, pace, PRs, or total mileage. It’s about the scenery I enjoy and the friendships I make and the health benefits I gain and the freedom of fresh air. I’m so grateful that God can take our feelings of inadequacy and make us competent. As Paul wrote, “It’s not that we think we are qualified to do anything on our own. Our qualification comes from God” (2 Cor. 3:4-5). Jesus reminds us, “Without Me you can do nothing” (John 15:5). It’s God Holy Spirit, living in me, that motivates me to obey Him. He invests every act of service with eternal significance. It’s a huge mistake to measure your worth by appearance or performance. It’s also a huge mistake to compare yourself with others. Can our sense of inferiority actually be pride in disguise? Absolutely! When God gives us a task to do, He always gives us the ability to do it. None of us feels confident to live the Christian life. I know I don’t. But we can choose faith over inferiority. Too many of us focus on outcome measures (performance, goals, time, pace, number of books published, etc.) when in fact there are hundreds of less tangible ways of measuring success in our lives. If you’re anything like me, you face self-doubt on almost a daily basis. But if we are willing to trust God to make us competent to handle life’s responsibility, then He will give us the victory. I’m “confident” of that.

Till next time,

Be at peace.

Monday, May 6    

8:20 PM Becky’s roses are in full bloom.

Oh, how she loved to garden. She would have been 66 this coming Sunday. This bouquet is a small birthday tribute to her.

It gives me great joy to see something she touched still flourishing after all these years.

4:18 PM Three weeks ago I was having an echocardiogram and a stress test. Thank God that He allowed me to fully recover and motivated me to train for and complete my 15th marathon yesterday.

I had the best race I could have imagined. It wasn’t my fastest marathon, only my most enjoyable one. Today I feel great — no soreness, no stiffness. Thank you to my wonderful kids for all their texts and emails before, during, and after the race. Thank you to my fellow runners and to the crowds with the signs and encouragement. Thank you especially to the course officials who patted me on the shoulder as I went by and helped me keep going. It was an experience I won’t soon forget. Congratulations to all my fellow runners!

Next marathon: Chicago. Whoop whoop!!!!

Friday, May 3    

5:45 AM I read somewhere recently that 98 percent of all marathon runners are college-educated. Not sure if that’s true, but I’ve met a good number of highly educated people in this sport. Runners have to be experts at the workings of the human body. In the past 6 weeks I’ve been barraged with medical terminology: oxygen debt, VO2max, glycogen, runner’s paraesthesia, etc. To be a good runner, you need a working knowledge of both exercise physiology and nutrition, at the bare minimum.

Even more importantly, however, you have to listen to your own body, because your body will tell you all kinds of things that your latest echo cardiogram or MRI can’t tell you. The human brain is the best biofeedback machine. And to run efficiently, you have to acquire running wisdom.

For many of us, the ultimate athletic experience is the marathon. The training, the suffering during the race, even the tranquility that comes afterwards — these are all part of what it means to run a marathon. And it is your body that permits this to happen — ornot happen. The will to be victorious is of no use to us if we don’t know how to take care of ourselves — mind, body, and spirit. As a runner, I used to fear the course, the competition, the distance of a marathon, but now I fear myself more than anything else. I am my own worst enemy. Thus I need to know who I am. I need to know what my limits are. To live at peace with myself, I have to know how far and how fast I can go. I have never won a race. Never even come close to winning one. Sometimes I’m so far back in the pack that the awards ceremony is over before I finish. But you know what? You don’t have to win a race to be victorious. This weekend in Ohio, I will write my own history. Will this be my comeback race? Or will I go down in flames? Anything is possible during a marathon. If I do start (and finish) the Pig, I will be content with whatever time I have. The time on a clock doesn’t define who I am. Victories in life are all about making peace with yourself, with how far you’ve come, with your setbacks and limitations, with how little progress you seem to be making. The day I lined up for my first marathon in Cincinnati 3 years ago I understood this. I understood that when I pinned on a race number and stood there with thousands of other marathoners, there was less difference between us than I had thought. Not all of us have a chance to win the race but we all have have a chance to be victorious.

Do have I my doubts about this weekend’s race? Galore! Oh well. Here goes. My value is more than how far or how fast I run on Sunday. That said, as I play the aging game, I am conceding nothing. Through use, the body grows young. The choice is up to us. We don’t have to be a Boston Marathon winner or an Olympian to get fit. It’s simply by moving that we become champions. It’s this truth that keeps me going. All the way to Cincy.

Keep running your race.

Dave

Thursday, May 2    

7:32 PM Hay season has begun at Rosewood Farm. We took advantage of the warm weather to get a couple of trailers filled. So far all the equipment seems to be in good shape. Nate spent a lot of time fertilizing this spring so the fields are doing great. Right now I’ve got to wash clothes and get packed for my trip to Cincy tomorrow. Here are a few pix. Hope you enjoy Nolan’s new pet turtle.

11:04 AM My doctor just gave me a clean bill of health and so I have her permission to run in this weekend’s race. Can you tell how excited I am? I hope to run this race wiser than I have run in the past. Running doesn’t have to beat your body up. The key is twofold: being sensible and doing everything in moderation. Running has changed my life, both physically and mentally. Running makes me feel good. Still, if the doctors had told me I couldn’t run any more, I would have heeded their advice. I may be dumb but I’m not stupid. I have a ton of grandkids I want to see graduate from high school and get married. Running isn’t bad for you. Sitting on your okole is. (Sorry for the Hawaiian. It’s not a swear word. I promise.) The biggest risk with running is doing too much. Those days are behind me forever, hopefully.

If you’ve been praying for me, thanks. When I first started running, I was trying to cope with personal loss. But my running is different today. I’m neither running away from anything nor am I running toward anything. I run simply because I like it. When running is no longer enjoyable, I’ll stop. Earlier today I worked out at the Y. My upper body strength is gradually improving. Then I stopped by Tractor Supply. I need to worm the donks and goats today. After that I’ll rest up before picking up bales this evening. Meanwhile, my hope is that you’ll find something in the pages of this blog that will help you find your own path to the joy of living.

6:12 AM BothStan Porter andMike Aubrey have commented on their time on campus during our recent linguistics conference. Thanks, guys!

5:58 AM When was the last time you devoured a book of the Bible whole? This morning I read the book of James in one sitting. It took me about 12 minutes. Very stimulating. Try it sometime with your favorite book of the Bible!

(Chartsource.)

Wednesday, May 1    

8:08 PM This Sunday is the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati. If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you know that I love this race. It was my very first marathon exactly 3 years ago this weekend. If I’m able to participate in it this weekend, it will mean that I’ve done the Pig 3 years in a row. If you read my last 2 reports about this race, you know that the Pig is really a lot of fun. No matter how your race turns out, the goal is to have fun and enjoy yourself. Three years ago my goal was simply to complete the race. Crossing the “Finish Swine” brought me a huge sense of euphoria. This was a gigantic mental victory for me. I didn’t quit. I didn’t give up. I dug deep and did what I had to do. I even finished faster than I had anticipated. What a race!

And this weekend? I’ll be going to Cincy whether or not I run. My flights and hotel are nonrefundable so there’s no backing down now. If I don’t run, I’ve asked to be able to volunteer along the course somewhere. (The race director tells me I’ll be needed.) On the other hand, if I do run, I promise I’ll listen to my body and stay within myself.

Folks, I’ve learned this lesson! There is no “right” strategy. There’s only your strategy.

The Flying Pig is like no other event. The supporters, the crowds, the fun along the way is unrivaled. I want to take my time and enjoy each step, even the climb up Mount Adams to Eden Park. The Pig, after all, has its own Heartbreak Hill. In fact, it’s more heartbreaking than the one in Boston:

  • Boston’sHeartbreak Hill: 0.5 miles and rising 88 feet at a 3.3 percent grade.

  • Cincy’sMount Adams: 0.75 miles and rising 135 feet at a 3.4 percent grade.

So take that, Boston! Once you get to Eden Park at the top, of course, the view of the city is amazing. Aside from mild neuropathy in my feet, I’m feeling pretty strong again. I got in a 4 mile run today and a 7.22 mile run on Monday.

I kept a very slow pace while enjoying the nature all around me.

I figure that even if I crawl along at 3.7 miles per hour I can still finish the race within the 7-hour cutoff time. If I get tired and go even slower than that pace, it will be still be okay. They simply move you to the sidewalk, but the race support staff stays with you until you finish the event and collect your medal. Tomorrow morning I’m meeting with my GP to get her opinion. If I’m green-lighted to run, I’ll give the race my best shot on Sunday.

I’m a goal setter. You know that if you’re a regular reader. I like goals because they are (a) measurable and (b) achievable. You do it, and it’s done. All by God’s grace. I can honestly say that I ran for the past three years 95 percent injury free. Now I’m dealing with an overuse injury but one that’s manageable. I don’t know how I could have prevented it. I’m a runner, after all. We are “invincible,” even though we really aren’t. I won’t lie. I would love to run this Pig just like I did the 2 previous ones. I would love to crack 6 hours again. But not this time. It’s just not in the cards. I’ll decide on Saturday night whether to run or volunteer at an aid station. Either way, the weekend will be a win for me.

This will be a different kind of weekend for me. I’ve never before gone into a marathon not feeling 100 percent. Don’t get me wrong. I couldn’t be happier about being on the mend. Yet the situation is strangely paradoxical. It’s completely overwhelming and wonderful at the same time. Isn’t that a lot like life? Here’s one of my 3 Greek classes taking their last quiz of the semester on Monday. 35 students giving it their all.

Nine months ago they were at the start of this great adventure called learning Greek. Now they’re mere steps away from the finish line. How did they get there? ONE STEP AT A TIME. Ditto for running. If the Lord allows me to be out there on the course this Sunday, my mantra will be, “Run the Mile You’re In.” None of us will ever be more than we imagine ourselves to be. Your past is only a description of where you’ve been. It’s not a prescription of where you’re going. Your future is based on the decisions you make now. For me, that’s the grand lesson to be learned from preparing for and participating in a marathon. Life comes down to taking one step at a time, one mile at a time. You play the hand you’re dealt, and you do it with a smile on your face. Life is a long-distance event. You learn to acknowledge your strengths — and your weaknesses — without embarrassment. This is the body God has given you. So make the most of it!

By the way, I’ve finally gotten back into strength training. I even visited the seminary’s weight room (which I hadn’t seen in years).

They’ve revamped it nicely. I was the only one there. Only makes sense — next week is exam week. I’m going to cycle this workout room into my regular weight training plan this summer since I’ll be on campus teaching Greek 1-2 for 6 weeks.

P.S. Spicy squid for dinner last night at the Seoul Garden. I love Korean food!

7:10 PM The truth on which our linguistics conference (and its subsequent book) was based is a simple one: God’s revelation is a rational revelation, and this includes both His general revelation in nature and science and His special revelation in Scripture and Christ. There is nothing mysterious about linguistics. We are able to comprehend language because we are linguistic beings. Hence Christians believe that there is a connection between rationality and Scripture. In Scripture, God has communicated to us through human language. Therefore, who should be more interested in studying how language works that the one who loves God’s Word?

Christianity has always had a special place for teachers. Christianity divorced from reason is therefore impossible. I venture to say that when we fail to use our minds in the study of the Greek New Testament, we descend to the level of those who approach the Bible from a merely emotional perspective. One of the noblest aims my students can pursue is to read God’s thoughts after Him both in natural revelation and special revelation. The fact that our minds are fallen is no excuse for sloppy thinking. Despite our fallennness, we are commanded to think, to reason, to use our brains. What’s more, we have an inescapable duty both to think and act upon what we think and know. So if you’re just completing your first year of Greek, you must realize that you have merely built the foundation for a lifetime of study. I’m not talking about arid hyper-intellectualism. I’m not pleading for an academic Christianity devoid of any passion and love for the lost. I am merely asking that we use our minds Christianly. Mindless Christianity has no place in our churches. If our devotion is not set on fire by the truth, then it is misplaced devotion. “Every thought is our prisoner, captured to be brought into obedience to Christ,” is the way Paul puts it in 2 Cor. 10:5.

Beloved students, your mind matters. It matters to me. It matters to God. It matters to the church. It has been a delight to work with you this year. I am very grateful for your hard work. Most of all, I want to express gratitude to God for sustaining us through our year of Greek study together. Without Him, it would have been a very different story. 

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