Cleaning Up the Backyard

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Cleaning Up the Backyard

 David Alan Black

You and I have need of the strongest spell that can be found to wake us from the evil enchantment of worldliness.  – C. S. Lewis

When I lived in Europe I often rode the train, and I would frequently travel through the residential parts of small towns. The tracks would often run along the back side of a row of houses and I got a good view of the backyards and porches. Many yards were filled with junk—they obviously hadn’t been cleaned in years and had become catchalls for odds and ends. Had I been able to walk down the front street instead, I imagine I would have found these homes quite respectable. But because visitors don’t usually enter from the rear, the backyards tend to be neglected.

It’s easy to keep up a good front when you’re a Christian, but the backyard of our minds and hearts can become cluttered with much that no one should ever see. The Pharisees were good at decorating the frontyard in a profession of public piety, but the Lord condemned them for their hidden sins.

The Bible says that all things are open and naked before the eyes of God. You and I can only look on the outward appearance, but God sees our hearts in their deepest recesses, grunge and all. The Psalmist prayed, “Cleanse Thou me from secret faults” (Psalm 19:12), and I too must pray for cleansing. Moreover, I must be willing to get rid of all the “stuff” that displeases my heavenly Father.

One of the first passages my Greek students translate is 1 John 1:9: “If we make it our habit to confess our sins [rather than justifying them or rationalizing them away, see vv. 6, 8, and 10], He [God] is faithful and just to forgive us the [aforementioned] sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” The verb confess means “to openly acknowledge,” and the verb tense suggests continuous or habitual action. I have found that one of the most important aspects of my Christian walk is ongoing confession of sin. When is the right time to confess a sin? The moment we become aware of it. This means that most of us will have to confess our sins on a daily basis. We know we are saved because we have Christ in our lives, but daily confession is fundamental.

God, in His grace and mercy, offers forgiveness and cleansing to confessing Christians. But practicing daily confession of sin is not easy or always pleasant. As Pastor Erwin Lutzer has said, “Forgiveness is always free. But that doesn’t mean that confession is always easy. Sometimes it is hard. Incredibly hard. It is painful (sometimes literally) to admit our sins and entrust ourselves to God’s care.”

God’s invitation to us today is clear. Why would anyone want to live with the guilt and despair of sin? Why would we wish to risk so much for so little? Why would we want to live like spiritual paupers and with such mediocre results in our lives and churches and in the propagation of the Gospel around the world?

We shall have revival in America when Christians begin a backyard cleanup.

July 1, 2003

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com.

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A Letter to Family and Friends

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A Letter to Family and Friends: Why You Should Vote for Michael Peroutka

Stiles Watson

(A former student of mine wrote this letter to his loved ones about Election 2004. – Ed.)

America has embarked upon a path of socialism and every year she is gaining speed toward that mark. The people of America and her governmental institutions have forgotten “the Christian foundation upon which this nation is reared and the importance of its relation to the form of government established by the Constitution. We as a people, [are] allowing ourselves to become separated from the keystone of our national structure – our Christian heritage…. By omission, America [has] deflected into socialism.”[1] Our omission is that we have failed to acknowledge Jesus as Lord in all things. That includes government.

During the last six months, I had the joy and privileged to preach through a large portion of the Book of Philippians. One of the passages I was blessed with preaching included 2:9-11: “For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus EVERY KNEE WILL BOW, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father” (NASB). God has exalted Jesus as Lord above every other name – even above nations, presidents and political parties. The exaltation of Jesus by His Father was done at the resurrection. It is not a future event. More explicitly with regard to His Lordship over governments, God declares in Psalm 2:10-12, “Now therefore, O kings, show discernment; Take warning, O judges of the earth. Worship the LORD with reverence And rejoice with trembling. Do homage to the Son, that He not become angry, and you perish {in} the way, For His wrath may soon be kindled. How blessed are all who take refuge in Him!” As you can see, God exacts an extremely serious punishment on those governments who do not exalt His Son – they will perish.

The facts are, even though “America’s Christian history has not been taught in Christian schools and colleges for over one hundred years,”[2] our nation was undeniably founded upon explicitly Christian principles. Please take the time to read the following excerpt from an Election Sermon delivered by Dr. Jedidiah Morse in Charlestown, April 25, 1799 from Psalm 11:3, “If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

Our dangers are of two kinds, those which affect our religion, and those which affect our government. They are, however, so closely allied that they cannot, with propriety, be separated. The foundations which support the interests of Christianity, are also necessary to support a free and equal government like our own. In all those countries where there is little or no religion, or a very gross and corrupt one, as in Mohometan [Muslim] and Pagan countries, there you will find, with scarcely a single exception, arbitrary and tyrannical governments, gross ignorance and wickedness, and deplorable wretchedness among the people.

To the kindly influence of Christianity we owe that degree of civil freedom, and political and social happiness which mankind now enjoy. In proportion as the genuine effects of Christianity are diminished in any nation, either through unbelief, of the corruption of its doctrines, or the neglect of its institutions; in the same proportion will the people of that nation recede from the blessings of genuine freedom, and approximate the miseries of complete despotism. I hold this to be truth confirmed by experience. If so, it follows, that all efforts made to destroy the foundations of our holy religion, ultimately tend to the subversion also of our political freedom and happiness. Whenever the pillars of Christianity shall be overthrown, our present republican forms of government, and all the blessings which flow from them, must fall with them.[3]

Dr. Jedidiah Morse’s conclusions have been shown to be true. Everyday our freedoms are being deliberately and systematically removed from the shores of our once great nation by anti-God, anti-Christian Humanists who declare that each man is his own god, and by Statists who declare that government itself is god and has the right to determine Morality and the definitions of Liberty, Justice, and Freedom.

In the first century, the Roman Empire exercised a Statist Religion. The Empire did not care what form of personal worship its citizens exercised as long as their final allegiance was to the State. Christians were tolerated for a time until it was determined that they would only bow to King Jesus. I am afraid we are about to find ourselves, and currently are, in the same situation. It is time to demand that the name of Jesus be acknowledged as Lord of all, as God the Father has already done!

The first American Revolution had to be fought with guns and lives because they had no recourse before a tyrannical king. Our war is different. We have recourse, that is, our vote. We can affect the course of our future and regain our freedoms by participating in the system our forefathers secured with their blood.

So why vote for a new man, Michael Peroutka, running under a new party, the Constitution Party? Doesn’t a vote for George W. Bush accomplish the same thing?

That facts reveal that George W. Bush is NOT the Christian President that he is esteemed to be:

  • In a recent New York Times interview with the President, President Bush admitted that even though he does read the Bible everyday, he does not necessarily believe every word he reads — He has forsaken the very foundations!

  • President Bush has done more to publicly promote Islam than any other President in our history.

  • President Bush continues to promote homosexuality and abortion by continuing to appoint both pro-homosexual and pro-abortionists to positions of authority. He has even made a statement recently that suggests he might support gay marriage.

  • He has done more than any other President to support and encourage placing women on the front lines.

The list goes on –  please read Michael Harrison’s article entitled “No More Excuses! Why a vote for Michael Peroutka over George Bush Is Not a Wasted Vote” for an in-depth view into Bush’s record.

If there is any doubt that our nation and government has abandoned our Christian heritage, there should not be. I will not pretend that every one of our founding fathers was a Christian. However, Christianity was so ingrained in the culture that even the unbelievers thought like Christians. Unfortunately, the tables have now turned and Humanism is so ingrained in our culture that most Christians think like Humanists.

I will close by quoting an excerpt of a Massachusetts Proclamation for a Day of Prayer, Humiliation and Fasting issued by the Provincial Congress on April 15, 1775, four days before the battles of Lexington and Concord.

Whereas it has pleased the righteous Sovereign of the Universe, in just Indignation against the Sins of a People long blessed with inestimable Privileges, civil and religious, to suffer the Plots of wicked Men on both Sides of the Atlantick, who for many Years have incessantly laboured to sap the Foundation of our public Liberties, so far to succeed; that we see the New-England Colonies reduced to the ungreatful Alternative of a tame Submission to a State of absolute Vassalage to the Will of a despotic Minister—or of preparing themselves and Posterity, against the avowed Hostilities of the Parent State, who openly threatens to wrest them from their Hands by Fire and Sword.

In Circumstances dark as these, it becomes us, as Men and Christians, to reflect that, whilst every prudent Measure should be taken to ward off the impending Judgments, or prepare to act a proper Part under them when they come; at the same Time, all Confidence must be with-held from the Means we use; and reposed only on the GOD who rules in the Armies of Heaven, and without whose Blessing the best human Counsels are but Foolishness—and all created Power Vanity. [4]

The above was not a sermon, mind you, but an official proclamation by the Massachusetts State government. This Proclamation was signed “By Order of the Provincial Congress, John Hancock, President.” Can you see how far we have fallen?

I love God, my family, and our Christian Republic (as our country was originally founded), and this is why I cannot sit back and passively watch another election go by without anything being said (as I have done up until now). My plea is that you will use this information to make an informed decision, a decision based on biblical principle and truth, not on misinformation and propaganda. Vote with me on Nov. 2nd for Michael Peroutka for President.


[1]Verna M. Hall, Preface to Christian History of the Constitution of the United States of America (hereby referred to as CHOC), p. II.

[2]Ibid., Preface to the American Revolution Bicentennial Edition CHOC, p. Ia.

[3]Ibid., Preface to CHOC, p. IV-V.

[4]Ibid., Preface to the American Revolution Bicentennial Edition CHOC, p. Id.


June 16, 2004

Stiles Watson is a layman who enjoys preaching God’s Word. He is a graduate of the University of Houston with a B.S. in Computer Science and has also taken courses at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary. He and his wife homeschool their children and attend Trinity Baptist Church in Wake Forest, NC. He may be reached for comment here.

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Every Member a Missionary

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Every Member a Missionary

 David Alan Black 

I am not antichurch though I have written vigorously against institutionalism. I recognize the importance and the necessity for the church as an institution through which certain essential aspects of Christianity are carried on. I must confess, however, that I am disturbed by the striking similarity between the Pharisaism of Jesus’ day and the religious life of modern Protestantism.

Too often the church goes through the motions while the spiritual dynamic of the Gospel is missing. At one time, when I was growing up and part of the Jesus’ Movement in Hawaii, I thought it was best to leave the institutionalized church – I and many others who were fed up with the talk the church was doing, with no action. As much as I could, I wanted to find out what God had to say about His church and this led my back to the Scriptures themselves. And God, in His part, began to bring me back into a valid and vital relationship with the local church.

I discovered that God’s basic call was to mission – to engage in a redemptive task in the world. He was calling a people who would give their all – even their lives if necessary – to join with Him in this redemptive task. He said to His church, “You shall be to Me a kingdom of priests” – men and women who understood who God is and what God is about in the world.

I came to understand that this mission is both personal and social. The priesthood of all believers means that since every believer is a priest, every Christian is called to be a minister and has a ministry. Thus, the call to salvation and the call to ministry are one and the same. Young people who struggle with the question of whether God has “called” them into the “ministry” are asking, it seems to me, the wrong question. For if a person has been called by God to be a Christian, then he has also been called into the ministry.

This is, in fact, how God fulfills His mission in the world. He calls every Christian to mission and the Christian, in turn, fulfills his mission through his ministry. This means that the primary responsibility for carrying out God’s mission in the world is not that of the “clergy” but of the laos – the entire people of God. We cannot, therefore, slough off our “ministry” to others and just pay the salary of the “clergy” or the “missionary.” We all have a responsibility in addition to the giving of our money.

This leads us to a second important aspect of mission, namely its social dimension. If God’s mission in the world is to be accomplished, then his “ministers” – the laos – are to carry out their ministry in the world. To “believe” in Christ means to join Him in what He is seeking to do in the world. It is for this very reason that Christ gave pastor-teachers to the church (Eph. 4:11-12). He calls them to equip the saints – His basic ministers – for their ministry, and in this way the Body of Christ is built up both by the addition of new “cells” to the Body (evangelism) but also by the nourishing of existing “cells” (edification). This equipping ministry of pastor-teachers is of unique importance and must be undertaken with the utmost dedication. If the church is failing to advance the mission of God in the world, it may be because we have been relying upon the wrong people to be His ministers. God has called every believer to be a minister, and His people are to be equipped for this call.

If, then, the ministry of the laos is God’s means of fulfilling His mission in the world, it is necessary that we view what we do on Sunday as merely the beginning, not the climax, of our work. In other words, we need to change the basis for evaluating the effectiveness of the ministry of our churches. The question is not “How many attended on Sunday?” but “What did those who attended on Sunday do during the week to advance God’s mission?” This is what it means to be the People of God. It is a people who understand that the mission of the church is to fulfill God’s redemptive mission. Our calling is to join God’s army and become aggressively involved in His mission in the world.

The point is that God’s call to salvation and His call to mission are one and the same. To follow Christ in this way is not optional for the one who is truly “born again.” It is to this life of mission that he must respond. Not only is this possible and practical in this day of over-professionalization; an emphasis on anything else is a perversion of the Gospel.

May 2, 2005

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com. If you would like to know more about becoming a follower of King Jesus, please feel free to write Dave.

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Dear Pat: About Those Neocons…

 David Alan Black 

In an essay entitled “A Bush-Neocon Parting of the Ways?” published today at Antiwar.com, Patrick Buchanan holds out hope that President Bush will see the light and separate himself from his neocon advisers in his second term.

Don’t hold your breath, Pat.

To say that there is a crisis of credibility in the Bush White House is to dangerously understate the problem. Whether the issue is sodomy, abortion, the war in Iraq, the Federal Marriage Amendment, Homeland Security, or the Bush record in general, weeping and repentance is the only faithful response to the scandalous, unconstitutional disobedience that characterizes the halls of our federal government.

While President Kennedy took personal responsibility for the Bay of Pigs disaster, even though he could have blamed the problem on the intelligence community, it seems unlikely that Bush will ever assume responsibility for the intelligence fiasco prior to invading Iraq. The growth of militarism during the Bush presidency is simply incredible. Our nation’s Founders refused to place war-making power in the hands of a single individual, yet today this all-important constitutional guarantee against militarism has been lost. The power to decide for war or peace has been moved from the Capitol to the White House. As I have written elsewhere:

It seems that the present leadership in the White House is guilty of militarism to a shocking degree, and unless Christians shake off their apathy, a creeping pro-militaristic spirit may soon become totalitarianism. Expanding the war in the Middle East is not beyond the president’s aspirations, and a huge and well-funded propaganda machine centered in Washington will undoubtedly continue to put pressure on the American people to support the administration’s military ambitions. Unless we guard against this unwarranted influence of the military-industrial complex – and an unwarranted “trust” in the president – the potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power will only persist and increase.

Big Brother will certainly do all in its power to keep committed believers from rocking the political boat, despite their constitutional protections. The neocons in power will continue to advise, “Give in on principle, but hold on to office.” The gatekeepers of society – the four networks, the wire services, and the major newspaper publishers – will strive to maintain their stranglehold on the news.

Meanwhile, George W. Bush should frighten us. His policies are no better than John Kerry’s. He will continue to exploit the pro-life movement for his own self-aggrandizement, and America will continue to “Slouch towards Gomorrah” (as Robert Bork recently put it).

The Lord whom we claim to love and serve stands at the door of the evangelical church and knocks. He longs to turn our weeping into joy. But He will not enter unless He is invited in. I urge all DBO readers to pray for the president. George Bush, like so many of our politicians, is caught up in the climate of compromise, the stupor of appeasement. But our Lord would have us either boiling hot or cold but not lukewarm.

It is time, not for a mere “parting of the ways,” but for a showdown between Baal and Jehovah.

January 12, 2005

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com. He is the author of Why I Stopped Listening to Rush and numerous other books.

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Saturday, April 23

5:50 AM It’s time to return to the Islands for a few days — to mourn my lost youth, bury the child I once was, and dream boldly about what the future holds. In the seventh inning of life I am all that the past has taught me. I’m here to report that excitement and anticipation and the rewards of life are still around, raised to the nth degree in fact, the game still going on, the player still engaged forever, no longer as a rookie but as an experienced veteran. I’ll surf and swim and snorkel and climb and run and paddle and teach. You say, “At 63?” Yep. 63 is the new 62, in case you didn’t know. Besides …

  • At 66, Noah Webster completed his dictionary.

  • At 69, Ed Whitlock ran a marathon in under 3 hours.

  • At 71, Katsusuka Yanagisawa climbed Mount Everest.

  • At 75, Barbara Hillary reached the North Pole.

  • At 77, John Glenn returned to space.

  • At 81, Bill Painter summited Mount Rainier.

  • At 89, Arthur Rubenstein performed at Carnegie Hall.

  • At 99, Teiichi Igarashi climbed Mount Fuji.

Now, if I could only find my socks ….

Aloha!

Dave

Friday, April 22

3:58 PM Best hiking trails in Hawaii. Here’s my favorite.

10:28 AM Heavy rain starting at the farm. Praise the Lord!

10:14 AM Somebody please hit me with the stupid stick.

This morning I was biking the Tobacco Heritage Trail near the Dan River when a huge storm came up after about 4 miles. Thank God I was able to get back to the car before the lightening struck, but I had to peddle like I really meant it.

Note to Dave: Check the radar every time you ride.

8:22 AM Odds and sods ….

1) Exactly 30 days to go until my first half marathon in Cary, NC. The occasion is Becky’s 63rd birthday, and the goal is to raise funds for uterine cancer. More later.

2) Only us farmers are praying for rain this weekend.

3) Here’s the weather outlook for Windward Oahu for next week.

If the sunny weather holds up I will attempt to summit Mount Olomana. I’ve done it three times already but my last climb was when I was 40. In the past 4 years there have been 3 fatalities on Olomana. The key is to hike in dry conditions.

4) Greek students, as you prepare for our final exam (which includes a comprehensive review of all of the vocabulary you have learned this year), please don’t forget the helpful vocab tools found onthis page. Each is tied to my beginning grammar,Learn to Read New Testament Greek.

5) The 2016 season atGettysburg is gearing up. I’m planning on a visit myself.

Thursday, April 21

6:02 PM Today I pushed through exhaustion, past fatigue, and beyond boundaries to finish my book Running My Race. Well, the penultimate draft.

Will make for good reading on board the long flight from Denver to Honolulu. There are 99 chapters. Count ’em. While on Oahu I plan to give away lots of books, including these:

Otherwise I’m going to take it easy and draw all kinds of tight boundaries around “ministry” while I’m there. Yes, I’m learning how to say no. I’ll continue to work out, especially with my journal, which is the thinking person’s workout. When I run or surf or hike I’ll be having a conversation with my self, wondering what kind of writing ideas will arise spontaneously, unexpectedly from my subconscious. Maybe, as Robert Frost once said, I’ll remember things I never knew.

But that’s for later. Right now my frazzled mind tells me I deserve the largest rib eye this side of the Mississippi.

12:06 PM Reader, brace yourself: Dave’s got more pix for you.

1) This morning I took my own advice and walked a 5K.

2) Prior to that I biked for 5 miles. #CoolestGreekProfEver

3) As you can see, haying has begun. I love it.

4) Have you ever seen better-looking orchard grass? Almost ready to cut. The nation’s horses can’t wait to chomp some down.

Side note: Time to work on a manuscript that I am never going to finish. Ugh!

8:02 AM Hey guys and gals! Have you ever thought about …

1) Walking? Don’t spend all your time in the gym or on the bike or climbing (or on the sofa). Walking should remain a priority in our lives. Psychologists tell us that walking is good exercise, helps to clear our minds, reduces stress, gives us quiet time for reflection, and increases our feelings of energy, sometimes for hours. Walking is a far more effective energy-booster than a protein bar. When you get my age you must walk every day.

Why not take a long walk today?

2) Joining the David Grief Club? There were two times in Kind David’s life when he showed his grief — at the loss of his infant son and when Absalom died. Some of us still have a lot of grief work to do. Our culture tells us to be brave and push on through. I think I’m a pretty brave person, but I know that grieving is both helpful and healthy. Every child knows that “Jesus wept.”

How long has it been since you expressed your feelings and grieved over your personal losses? Healthy people do not block their grief, and neither should we.

3) Thanking God for the ability to live in your own home? For many older people the day will come when they will face going into a nursing home. Jesus predicted that one day Peter would be taken where he did not want to go, yet God’s strength would still be with him. The day will come when I will not be able to put on my own shoes and go wherever I like. Until then, may the Lord make me grateful every day for the physical strength He’s given me.

Pray this prayer: “Lord Jesus, I pray that whatever life brings me, my faith in You will not fail.”

4) Being vulnerable? We think vulnerability is a trait of weakness. But neediness is a sign of faith. Vulnerability binds us together as humans. And it is vulnerability that binds the church of Jesus Christ together in love. It really is simple — an upside kingdom lived in ordinary ways by broken people. Also? The church can be safe even when her leaders are transparent. Humble leaders refuse to foist unrealistic expectations on themselves.

Pastor friend, you are so terrible flawed, just like the rest of us. Being a pastor does not excuse you from being honest. Toss the pedestal aside, and your people will love you for it.

5) Showing up? Woody Allen once said, “Showing up is eighty percent of life.” Indeed. It isn’t enough just to show up physically, by the way. Put your heart and soul into your work or whatever God is calling you to do in that moment. “Wherever you are, be all there, and live to the hilt whatever you consider to be the will of God for your life” (Jim Elliott). Even doctoral students are often late for class. I’m not sure that bodes very well for their careers. Then too, their work is sometimes shoddy. “Holy shoddy is still shoddy” said the late great Elton Trueblood. The culture of comfort makes us think only of ourselves. We can do better.

What are you doing today? Give it your best. It may not be much (that’s okay). But it’s your ALL.

Blessings!

Dave

Wednesday, April 20

6:04 PM This and that …

1) How hikingimproves our brains.

2) Climbing goals for next week: Mount Olomana (again), Diamond Head (again), Makapuu Point (first time), Kuliouou Ridge (first time), Hawaii Loa Ridge (first time), Lanikai Ridge (again). Here’s a short video I made last year from the Lanikai pillboxes. 

 

3) Guesswhich state has the highest life expectancy for people over 65?

4) Lunch this week with a good friend from Guyana.

5) Yesterday’s commissioning service in chapel. What a blessing.

6) Having read practically everything ever written about the disaster on K2 in 2008, I am really looking forward to digging my teeth into this book co-authored by one of the Sherpas who was there. (Pemba is one of the true heroes of that day.)

Most books leave the reader with few answers and lots of questions.

  • Why wasn’t there better crowd control on the day of the summit?

  • The weather was almost too perfect for climbing — it was too hot and therefore extremely susceptible to the kinds of avalanches that occurred on the mountain. Was this fact discussed beforehand?

  • What exactly was Ger’s part in the rescue operations surrounding the Korean climbers?

  • Why did the Pakistani climber who was responsible for placing the final ropes at the Bottleneck and the Traverse not communicate his alternative plans with the other team members when he got sick and had to descend just before summit day?

  • Why did so many climbers seem so hesitant to climb down the mountain in the absence of fixed ropes?

  • Was there or was there not a specific turnaround time?

  • How exactly did Nessa and Skog get down?

  • Why wasn’t anyone assigned to bring extra rope to the summit in case of a disaster?

  • It’s clear that not all climbers had the same abilities or were as technically accomplished. One of them had never been over 6,200 meters before. Why were less-experienced climbers allowed to climb with more experienced climbers?

I get the clear impression from reading books about this subject that there is a real attempt to deflect blame. Preparation was the key to a successful summit, yet preparations broke down and no one seemed to know why. My heart goes out to all of the families who lost their loved ones that day. I am not a high altitude mountain climber and never will be one. The highest I hope to ascend this summer in the Alps is 15,000 feet. (K2 is 28,251.) Yet I do understand the desire to climb high and to challenge one’s body and mind. I also realize that though I will never set foot on Everest or K2 there’s a lot I can learn from those who have tried to climb them.

Stay tuned for my book review….

Tuesday, April 19

8:05 AM Speaking about vacationing in Hawaii ….

7:52 AM Good morning folks! Last night I watched the movieFarther Than the Eye Can See. It tells the story of a blind man named Erick Weihenmayer and his successful summit of Mount Everest. Unfortunately, the movie had its share of platitudes about overcoming the obstacles that life throws at you. But the clichés were more than offset by the amazing cinematography and the incredible courage of Erik and his team. Several scenes brought tears to my eyes.

What impressed me the most about Erik was his modesty and optimism. As humbly as he knew how, he was going to conquest Mount Everest. I have always been a soul that seeks adventure, driven by some unexplained urge to challenge the parameters of my world and to overcome past tragedies, including my parents’ divorce when I was three. I suppose my attitude toward mountain climbing is the same attitude I had toward surfing big waves when I was younger. You must learn to face danger and to be responsible for yourself. Everything in mountaineering is ultimately your decision. When I come back home from a climb or from a 5K, I feel totally renewed as a human being – stronger and more capable of facing life’s unpredictable terms. By climbing the Alps this summer I hope to inspire my children and grandchildren to take a closer look at their own lives and to consider whether God might still have some dreams for them to live.

Each person faces a choice in life. When we face grief or loss, we can quit or we can have the courage to persevere, even if in the end we fail to reach our goal. In Erik’s story I found inspiration to continue to test my own limits. If we never test our limits, we will never know what they are. I know that my choice to climb tall mountains this summer will have a price. I just don’t know what that price will be yet. But I do know that the experience will show me what I’m made of. I would like to believe that the roads in life we choose depend less on external circumstances and more on internal longings that compel us as humans to reach the heights of whatever mountains we are facing in life. Successful people take what they have and make something of it. But you can’t be passive. You have to grasp the opportunities as they come along and, through hard work, stir up that tiny ember that burns within you.

I realize that whether or not I’m able to summit a mountain this summer, the battle is won or lost through my weekly training program – those unglamorous times in the morning when you don’t want to get out of your warm bed to participate in a 5K or work out at the gym. It’s just another one of the universe’s hidden truths: without training, there can be no success. Tentative doesn’t cut it. When I climb Mount Olomana in Hawaii next week, I’ve got to go for it 100 percent.

Total commitment. All in. Heart and soul. So I’m learning to embrace the hard work of preparation. Without it, there can be no meaningful achievement.

If anything, Erik’s story is a reminder that summits in life don’t come easy. You have to be willing to go through pain to reach your goal. As Erik proves, never underestimate the power of perseverance. Pick your goal carefully, think clearly about it – then act decisively, suppressing your fears. I see these qualities in Erik and, to a much lesser degree, in my own soul. But the more I do with the little I have, the more opportunities will gravitate towards me.

Cheers!

Dave

Monday, April 18

1:34 PM Thank you, say the donks, for deep cleaning our water trough! 

10:58 AM This and that …

1) Lifted. Biked. Miles to date for 2016: 427.1.

2) If you live on Oahu I want to personally invite you to attend an informational meeting one week from tonight at Windward Baptist Church in Kahuluu about our forthcoming New Testament Greek class. The time is 6:30 pm. I’m calling the class “Greek for Everyone” — and the class in indeed open to anyone who is interested in being able to read the Greek Testament with the use of a dictionary. Please email me for more information if you’re interested at dblack@sebts.edu.

3)If you live “on the land” like I do, you don’t worship the soil but you sure do enjoy caring for God’s creation. I heard this song on the “Thistle and Shamrock” program yesterday and just had to pass it on to you. As I say, there’s a bit of Mother-Earth worship going on here (drats!), but enjoying nature is a bit non-rational anyways.

4) Off to work on the farm.

7:45 AM Notes to self in an election year:

1) Pledge your allegiance to the Lord Jesus alone — to His kingdom and the values for which it stands: one archy, under God, with salvation and blessing for all who repent and call upon His name.

2) Remember what you heard Francis Schaeffer say in Switzerland: You can be a co-belligerent but not an ally with any political party. At times you’ll think and feel and speak and write the same thing as the liberal left or the religious right, but that parallel is not intentional, so don’t align yourself with either camp. The church of Jesus Christ can never be an ally of a political party or a political movement for that matter.

3) The students you teach can be divided into two camps. Some will seek status believing that their “call” is to a specific ministry rather than to Christ. Others will be eager — too eager perhaps — to reject church culture because they are sick of those who talk about an upside-down kingdom but don’t practice it.

4) Embrace a basin ministry that points people not to yourself or to your church but to Jesus, our Savior and Lord.

5) Constantly remind your students that Jesus will never embrace pyramids of power. Never.

7:30 AM Lord willing I’ll be here in just one week. I’m ready.

Sunday, April 17

8:15 PM Hey peeps! Not much news here. I’m back on the farm after putting 535 miles on the car. I will be 64 this year and I still love to travel, not to mention bike, surf, climb, run, and write. (I added that last item to salve my academic conscience, which I have to live with all the time.) Keeping active and keeping busy can’t hurt and may even improve one’s health. So off I went to DC this weekend to help my daughter Karen celebrate her birthday. As always, I took the back roads in order to enjoy God’s great Cathedral, worshipping all the while. I was very blessed to have great weather, and when I got back to the farm who did I see but Nathan with a trailer load of hay. Too funny! (See video.) Here are a few pix to keep you nice and bored, after which I’ll post a GoPro of the sights and sounds of DC during its annual Cherry Blossom Festival and Parade. 

1) On the drive north I got in a 10-mile mountain bike sprint at the High Bridge Trail in Farmville. Man did that feel good. The more I engage in strenuous exercise the better I feel. I’m not doing it to prove anything to anyone but because I enjoy it — though I can see it in people’s eyes: “There goes another one of those fitness nuts.”

2) Airbnb is the only way to go nowadays. I had a private room and bath in Chevy Chase, MD, for two nights for only $79.00 per night.

3) Arrived late on Friday so dined locally. I didn’t realize that Silver Spring had so many Ethiopian restaurants. I “just happened” to have a copy of Becky’s autobiography to give away to her Ethiopian sisters.

4) The birthday girl herself!

5) The memorial to our 1st president.

6) And to our 16th.

7) The (in)famous Watergate Complex.

8) South Korean dignitaries laying a wreath at the Korean War Memorial.

9) Get down and boogie!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Friday, April 15

7:58 AM This and that …

1) Yes, you actually have till the 18th to file.

2) Henry Neufeld wondered what it would be like to read different Greek New Testaments.Here are his thoughts.

3) Quote of the day:

I’m afraid we (in the U.S.) have settled for too many “fast-food” sermons. “I’ll have a John Ortberg with special sauce, with a side of Stuart Briscoe, and a double gulp of Rachel Held Evans. No Fries.” No communicator is so ugly and unprepared as the one who parrots another’s work.

(Side note: The Elephant in the Room, of course, is the sermon itself. A healthy church begins with the Bible itself, not the words of people who are terribly human and who battle the same temptations we are battling. After 40 years of listening to (and preaching) sermons, I am more convinced than ever that we want more than a sermon can provide, and our unreasonable expectations are placing a gignormous burden that leaves pastors exhausted and people disappointed. As an athlete, I find that the more people take responsibility for their own bodies the less reliant they are on other’s diet fads — and less resentful of people who seem to be healthier. Yes, pastors should teach (and teach well), but they can also empower more and validate more and allow more of the flock to share a “word.” This could have profoundly good implications for the gathered body.)

But I quite agree with the author’s point: Speaker, be thyself. You have permission not to shout, or wiggle constantly when you talk, or read from your well-prepared (typed-out) notes. And please, for crying out loud, keep us in the text.

4) Jacob Cerone (who is on his way to Deutschland) shows us how toread modern German in LOGOS. Ph.D. student, pleeeease don’t fake it. KNOW thy German backwards and forwards before using it in a term paper or in your dissertation. For be thee aware: there are professors who will read every word of it. Believe it not, passing the test in theological German is only the beginning.

5) Happy birthday to Leonardo da Vinci.

What he did with his drawings, the apostle Paul did with his epistles.

Thursday, April 14

9:08 PM Photo update:

1) Donating books to the library of the Liberian Baptist Theological Seminary. Believe me, they can use them more than I ever could.

2) Here’s one of the slides I used this week to introduce my Greek students to the structure and theme of 1 John.

If you’d like to see the entire power point, just gohere. 1 John is all about what glues us together as believers, because if we’re too busy to love each other, we’re too busy, period.

3) Larry Hurtado chimes in onmy latest book.

4) This morning I spoke in the Greek class at the Iron Academy in Raleigh. Here I’ve got ’em working on an assignment.

Sheeesh. Who’d of thunk that 9th-graders could study Greek? The truth is, they’re plenty capable, especially when they have such a great teacher as David Miller.

5) Then I had the privilege of addressing the entire student body in chapel.

6) Here’s my daughter Kim and her husband Joel and their new baby Gabriel, who arrived a week ago. 9 pounds, 14 ounces!

7) By golly, I’ve got the cutest grandkids in the world. Every time I visit my kids and their families it seems the very doors of heaven open and God Himself fills the house with laughter, chaos, and life at its best. 

8) Even Papa P got to hold Gabe. Ain’t he a-d-o-r-a-b-l-e?

9) This afternoon I read all of Diana Rehm’s new book in one sitting.

Thank you, Diane, for your humility, transparency, and integrity. Yes, I had tears in my eyes.

10) Oh, I’ve been biking again. (Cue: Roll eyes.) On Tuesday I biked (make that sprinted) the equivalent of a half marathon. Pheeeeewww! That was a workout. Yessiree. Dave Black: nacho average athlete!

11) Reading this tonight.

Hasta mañana!

Tuesday, April 12

6:25 AM On the Diane Rehm Show yesterday author David Kessler wasinterviewed about his new book Capture: Unraveling the Mystery of Mental Suffering.

The idea behind the word “capture” is that our brains can be commandeered by forces outside our control. Habits and/or addictions are the usual results. I’m drawn to Kessler’s theory of capture. It seems to resonate with what James writes in James 1:15, which shows how temptation passes into sin. But first the will must yield to desire. It allows itself to be “captured” and, through a fatal embrace, sin is then generated. The only way to escape this vicious cycle, argues Kessler, is to be “captured” by someone or something more powerful than the initial temptation. Being a Christian doesn’t mean the absence of temptation. It helps to know that God cares about our struggles and has in fact made a “way of escape” through an ever-increasing intimacy with Jesus, who then becomes prominent in every part of our lives: mental, social, physical, as well as spiritual. Trouble is, we often live as though we are helpless because we are held captive by things other than Christ. Christianity then becomes for us “religiosity” and “churchianity.” We learn to speak fluent Christianese (“Praise the Lawd!”) and we go through the outward motions while disregarding the daily struggle of being a Christian. I know I do. But God is not fooled. He knows those times when I’m only pretending to love, to care, to be selfless.

Listen to the interview if you can. I think the man is on to something profound. The Christian life means hand-to-hand combat with hypocritical love. We want to be Christian, but not too Christian. And because of that temptation, I have to relinquish my devotion to myself and to my desires and dreams on a daily basis. God demands complete devotion — not a part of it and not even the biggest part of it but all of it.

Oh my. Here we go again. Impossible standards. But a God of all possibility!

Monday, April 11

5:02 PM Just ordered fromAmazon:

Diane Rehm tells us “I don’t believe in closure, some part of me will grieve forever.” In the first year of grief, after her husband, John, died, Diane Rehm shares with us her personal loss. A lifetime of memories, the good and the bad, the times of her life. Down the path of grief, loss and finding oneself alone and moving on.

She and her husband John had been married for 54 years. Should be quite a story.

4:12 PM Ta-daa …., yeah I worked out today. Lifted then biked 5 miles. I’ll post a video below for anyone crazy enough to want to watch it. Boy was it a blast. But that’s my life these days. Since Becky’s death I’ve discovered that exercise has tons of benefits, and not all of them are physical. We are body, soul, and spirit. So, with that profound thought floating around my brain, I thought I’d offer a few random ideas about the connection between weight training (which I do 2-3 days a week) and one’s spiritual health. Please take what I write with a grain of salt. I’m a complete novice at this business, after all. If you can come up with your owns reasons, so much the better.

1) In the first place, since I’ve begun weight lifting I’ve noticed an increase in my energy levels, not also physically but emotionally, psychologically, mentally, and spiritually. My mind seems clearer, focusing has become easier, and I realize that God is pleased when His children take care of their temples. I find it so much easier to be productive when I look and feel good.

2) Another aspect to having a regular regiment of weight training is the way it teaches us self-discipline. This is not a complicated matter, folks. Taking care of your body requires consistency and persistence. Today I would no sooner miss a workout than skip supper. Perseverance is part and parcel of Christian living. With every exercise I thank God for the grace to press on even when things are hard.

3) Thirdly, a healthy body helps old people like me regain at least a measure of agility. Since I’ve begun lifting weights I’ve found it easier to climb stairs and lift hay bales. It’s a medical fact that regular exercise helps our bodies by removing harmful toxins that clog our organs and make us tired.

4) A fourth takeaway from regular workouts is that it frees up time for other pursuits. Body building exists as its own own sport, of course, but my purpose in lifting is much broader than that. After all, strong muscles are needed for running, climbing, surfing, hiking, and biking.

5) Finally, I thrive on relationships, as do many of you. I need to be in community. I live in rural Virginia where men are expected to be tough and self-sufficient. And to a degree I am just that. But none of us is an island. Hence I’ve sought out various “communities” since Becky’s passing. I’ve joined the Raleigh Civil War Round Table. I’m attending ETS and SNTS meetings again. I’ve joined the Windward Kai Canoe Club. I’m a member of the local Y. I love pushing my body to live up to its potential, all the while remembering the words of Paul, “I worked hard, yet it was not I but the grace of God that was with me” (1 Cor. 15:10). Whenever I go to the Y I ask myself, “Should I be here? But if not, how am I to learn?” Thankfully the gym is filled with people who offer their experience and don’t mind sharing their knowledge.

So my question for you is this: Have you ever considered joining the local Y or fitness center? It’s much more than a place to work out. It’s a social venue, much like Starbucks, and a really good place to make new friends, Christian and non-Christian alike. Moreover, lifters help each other, and thus you’ll develop a sense of teamwork.

There are too many benefits of weight training for me to list them all here — social, mental, psychological, physical, and spiritual. At the very least, weight lifting (or any form of intense exercise for that matter) will increase your stamina, energy, muscle strength, bone density, motor skills, flexibility, coordination, balance, and concentration — as well as improve your immune system and mental health. It can significantly reduce your risk of diabetes, high blood pressure, colorectal cancer, asthma, osteoporosis, falls, and injuries. It can also lead to improved moods, sleep, weight management, cognitive function, and long-term health.

Get on with it.

Just do it. 

8:48 AM New aerial view of the campus. Wowsers.

Photo by Luke Reynolds.

8:40 AM À la carte …

1) My taxes are DUN!

2) Here’s yet another fine essay by Allan Bevere, who reminds us that “…when we engage in interpretation, we engage ourselves.”  ReadIt’s About the Interpreter … And More. (Side note: I suppose New Testament interpretation goes through phases. I recall when people were saying that the Holy Spirit was the most neglected Person of the Godhead. Not any more. I remember when being a conservative evangelical meant being against social engagement. All that has changed, and for the better. The issues that divided evangelicalism when I was young are not the same issues that are polarizing young people today. Human nature is what it is. Our interpretation is always the objective one.)

3) Looking forward to readingthis new book.

Anything with the word “Christoscopic” in its title merits at least a quick perusal.

4) One of my kids sent me this disturbing link:White Doctors In Training Believe Some Disturbing Stuff About Black Patients. And these are educated people?

5) Pope Francis’ new encyclical on marriage and the family is raising quite a kerfuffle. The whole matter is explained in easy laypeople’s termshere

Sunday, April 10

5:05 PM Here’s a brief GoPro of my ride today:

10:18 AM Last night at 8:00 pm McGregor Hall in Henderson, NC, was the venue for another extravagantly performed concert by the North Carolina Symphony under the direction of David Glover. As you can see, it was mostly us geriatrics in attendance.

The program featured:

Rossini: Overture to William Tell
Johann Strauss, Jr.: On the Beautiful Blue Danube
Tchaikovsky: Overture from Romeo and Juliet

I enjoyed all three immensely.

1) Who among us growing up in the 60s can’t remember the TV show The Lone Ranger and its theme from William Tell?

The lone ranger was a Robin-Hood-style Western hero. Johnny Depp sought to revive Tonto’s role (and the whole Lone Ranger mythology) in the stereotypical 2013 movie The Lone Ranger. It went down in flames.

2) 2001: A Space Odyssey was a popular film when I was in high school. (If you’re in your 60s you can remember the 60s.) It was famous for its soundtrack, which featured classical pieces such as Johann Strauss’s Blue Danube and Richard Strauss’s Also sprach Zarathustra.

I bought the LP when I was 15. At that time, 2001 seemed a long ways off.

3) The love theme from Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet occurs in gobs of old movies where two people are running toward each other (e.g., The Jazz Singer, Wayne’s World, Pinky and the Brain, Road Rovers, Tiny Toons, Scrubs, Seeing Double, South Park, Clueless, A Christmas Story, Moonraker, Pushing Daisies, Sesame Street, The Sims, etc.). It’s also in all the old cartoons. Remember how it goes?

As I listened to another exquisite performance by the NC Symphony (and wondering to myself: how in the world do we deserve such a talented orchestra?), I couldn’t help but reflect that the story of Romeo and Juliet was one of heartbreak and loss (two teenagers fall in love and then kill themselves). For 37 years I knew something about the mystery of this thing called marriage. To use an analogy from 2001: A Space Odyssey, spouses are like daring astronauts who are irreversibly caught up in a giant exploration of the fringes of human existence. They live in a dangerous and often dreary world where life is so “daily” and where there are so few glamorous rewards. Two people have made impossible promises to each other which they cannot even contemplate without retreating into the grace and mercy of God. As withRomeo and Juliet, marriage finds its deepest resonance in fidelity and self-sacrifice. In that way, marriage is a barometer of one’s spiritual life. In marriage, as in Christianity, we learn that true love is totally inexhaustible. It has to be for the relationship to survive let alone thrive. Marriage was never intended to be a comfort zone for lazy, self-centered people. It’s rather God’s means of absolutely breaking us down, so that, after many years, we begin to learn to perfect the game of “one-downsmanship” as we refuse to be the winner of our marital struggles. Whatever else may be said about marriage (and I’m no expert), marriage will definitely, forcibly, begin an inexorable process in which two very different people become more and more like one another. In a restaurant, Bec and I could easily order for each other. We both had gotten beyond holding our many imperfections against each other. (Well, most of the time.) We accepted each other (sometimes gritting our teeth) and served Jesus. See? As simple as that is this marriage business. Of course, marriage also intensifies the darkness of death’s shadow. You know this going in, but you also know that “It will never happen to me.”

I guess that’s why I loved this concert so much. There I saw Becky and me: Holding hands, heroes (at least in other’s eyes), reaching for the stars, always relying on the goodness of God who had granted us so many wonderful, difficult years together. To live in a marriage is to walk on the edge of outer space, yet never being afraid of slipping into eternity. How appropriate, then, that the concert seemed to combine all of these themes. It made me wonder whether Someone had planned it that way.

Saturday, April 9

5:02 PM My world is a happy place again. My dogs just got groomed 🙂

2:50 PM Today I visited with my Mexican neighbors. Never have empanadas tasted better.

Here’s a huge shout-out to Myrna and Margarito and a gigantic “Gracias” for having me over to your place for lunch today.

They are the parents of one of my favorite servers at the local Mexican eatery, Los Banditos. César, it was a joy and delight to meet your parents and son. And to my readers: I love being thrown into situations where I’m forced to speak Spanish, even though the first thing out of my mouth is usually something like, “Por favor, discúlpame, mi español es horrible,” or “Mi español es muy básico.” After that: no more excuses. Do your best and let the chips fall where they may.

12:06 PM Great bike ride. Now time to write!

9:02 AM Weekend meanderings ….

1) Doctors often talk about the “widower effect” — the fact a spouse has a higher chance of dying when their spouse is either hospitalized for a long period of time or dies. It’s also called the “bereavement effect.” They observe that watching a spouse grow and die is much more complicated than most people notice. The good news is that’s there no direct line between caring for your loved one and your own death. Hence the importance of social networks, as seen inthis TED Talk by Nicholas Christakis. What he says applies to widowers, yes, but also to anyone who is facing loss of any kind — a friendship, a job, an apartment, a boyfriend or girlfriend. Networks, he says, are a kind of social capital. They are necessary to sustain and nurture us. For our part, we need to be intentional about opening up again. About getting back into the mainstream of society. I realize there is a line between people that we cannot cross. I can never truly feel your pain or know your emotional needs perfectly. All I can do is listen to you, and listen well. Not only to your words. But to your emotions, your gestures, even your silence when you fail to communicate. Every action. Every inaction.

One day I hope to be able to love this well. 

2) ReadWill I Be Single Forever?

Perhaps if you’re a single person, your identity as a “single” has moved to the center of how you think about yourself. But it appears from Jesus’s teaching that in eternity we’ll all be single. There won’t be marriage in the new creation. What will define us forever will not be our marital status, but our enjoyment of the perfect presence of Christ.

(Fist bump!)

3) Paul Himes loves hisnew Romans commentary.

4) Greek students, we’re in anew age of textual criticism.

5) Just booked my room at the Hotel Bahnhof in Zermatt. Ain’t fancy but it’s — well — conveniently near the railway station. 🙂 

6) A. W. Tozer:

I think unlovely orthodoxy, unbeautiful Christianity is a tragedy. We have pugilistic Christians; we have acrobatic Christians; we have athletic Christians; we have big-domed, learned Christians. We have all kinds of Christians, but where are the beautiful ones, those who shine with inner beauty? I am looking for them, and I pray that God will send us a revival, not of noise and nonsense, but of beauty with God dwelling in us.

Friday, April 8

10:38 AM Yesterday and today are “errand” days. I always group my errands into manageable batches. That saves me tons of time and frustration. I always do my errands at quiet times during the week — trying to avoid the weekends like the plague. I keep an “errand center” in my library/study where I have a constant visual reminder of what needs to be done. Finally, I try to incorporate a bit of fun into all of my errands. Yesterday, for example, after going to the post office and the bank and the grocery store, I treated my myself to Mexican food. Today I made sure I got a bike ride in before having the truck’s state inspection renewed. As you can see, the day is perfect for riding. I biked, of course, only after I had been to the Y for a workout.

Speaking of workouts, my total miles year-to-date are now 378.4. That’s based on a total of 73 workouts since January 1 lasting a total of 78.4 hours and costing me 53,800 calories. Just trying to blaze a path for — me!

Thursday, April 7

10:28 PM I’m one who likes to do everything fast. That includes eating and writing and riding waves and riding horses. I bike fast, walk fast, climb fast, and lecture fast. I hate waiting in lines. It’s time just wasted. So I’ve become very good at balking. I see a long line at the restaurant and I won’t even try. Or if I’m in a line and it’s not moving fast enough I renege. I have a type-A personality with a hurry-up syndrome. And now, at the age of 63, I am about to participate in what for me has got to be the slowest type of road race for someone who likes to get things done fast. That’s right: the die is cast, and the date and the venue have been set:

This race is in its 18th year and some consider it to be the area’s most prestigious half marathon. I have no basis for an opinion. This will be my first one. I’m told there will be well over 1,000 runners participating that day, which kicks off at 7:00 am sharp. I’ll have exactly three and a half hours to complete the race. The USATF-certified course is an out and back that takes you through Umstead State Park. More detailshere. Like all of my other races, it will have age-group divisions. Mine is the 60-64 age group. So far only 4 men over 60 have signed up for the race: a 61-year old, a 67-year old, a 73-year old, and yours truly (63). It will feel good to be in a race where the competition is keenly felt, even among us old-timers. In every one of my races, I’m always aware of where I am in the sea of runners and never quite sure where my 60-ish fellow racers are. The only time you find out is at the award ceremony.

I’ll be running for charity — in this case, uterine cancer research (which is what Becky had). More details on that will be forthcoming. In the meantime I have to keep training. Exercise now regulates much of my life. I recommend it to you. But not at the exclusion of other interests, hobbies, and avocations. In 16 days I leave for Oahu to surf, hike, and climb. Next week I’m speaking at a private Christian high school. Next weekend I’m heading up to DC for a couple of days to do some biking and visit one of my daughters. I am the man in the broken mirror. Not sure I like what I see, but it’s all I’ve got to work with. And nature. Emerson once called the sky the daily bread of the eyes. And beauty is best accompanied by fitness.

So we’ll see how I do on May 22. It’ll be for a great cause for sure. The only thing I cannot abide is being a mere spectator leading a vicarious existence.

9:40 PM I just joined the North Carolina Symphony as a supporter. I also purchased 5 season concert tickets (for two people) for the new concert year that begins in July. My selections include

  • Dvořák’s Symphony No.5

  • Copland Classics

  • Mozart’s Birthday

  • Britten’s War Requiem

  • Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto

The Copland Classics program includes the phenomenal work “Fanfare for the Common Man,” seen here as performed by the New York Philharmonic. It’s one of the single greatest pieces of music ever composed.


 

8:05 PM Plenty of new entries at our New Testament Greek Portal. See theWhat’s New page.

7:58 PM Last night I picked up William Dear’sO. J. Is Innocent and I Can Prove It and couldn’t put it down. I’m really surprised that Dear hasn’t been able to get the LAPD to reopen the case. I came into this book a skeptic and left a believer. The fact is, some people don’t want the truth to come out. It makes me really ask why somebody didn’t question Dear’s leading suspect at the time. This is a compelling book and even a convincing one to many. But you’ll have to see the evidence for yourself. If you do read it, be prepared to spend an entire evening in your study; you simply can’t put it down.

Tonight I’m finishing Allen Guelzo’s exquisitely writtenGettysburg: The Last Invasion. This book deserves the 5 stars it’s often given. Rarely has a historian produced such delightful prose (he uses alliteration, assonance, etc. splendidly). Having walked the battlefield many times, no book has helped me to visualized what took place there 150 years ago like this one has. If the author’s prose is exquisite it is also dense, so this is one book you can’t hurry through. I would recommend it not only to the Civil War aficionados among us but also to the armchair historian who wants an overview of the battle without endless footnotes and interruptions. It makes me want to go back to Gettysburg very soon.

10:14 AM This can’t be true. The NC Symphony is playing a concert on Saturday night in nearby Henderson, NC. Check out the program:

Rossini: Overture to William Tell
Johann Strauss, Jr.: On the Beautiful Blue Danube (The “Blue Danube Waltz”)
Tchaikovsky: Overture from Romeo and Juliet
Mozart: Eine kleine Nachtmusik
Smetana: Sárka
Bizet: Selections from Carmen

They’re all faves of mine. I’m going if there are still any seats left.

9:10 AM More random reflections….

1) If you’re interested in taking my Advanced Greek Grammar Ph.D. seminar in the fall, the preliminary syllabus is now ready. For a copy, simply email me at dblack@sebts.edu.

2) Love my new mountaineering boots.

They fit perfectly (13EE) and are as light as a feather. I’ll have to wear universal crampons with them but my guide tells me that’s okay.

3) This came from Baker Publishing Group:

Greetings! I am pleased to inform you that Solomon Publishing Company, an organization based in South Korea, has officially signed a contract for a Korean-language edition of Using New Testament Greek in Ministry.

This will make my second book in Korean. Praise the Lord! If you’re interested in reading my essays in Korean, clickhere.

4) My new wool socks.

They aren’t exactly the Rolls Royce of stockings but they’ll do. They’re thick, cushioned, warm, and never twist around your foot. I will never go back to cotton.

5) The latest issue ofJETS (Journal of the Evangelical Theological Society) has at least two must-read essays in it:

  • “The Greek Verbal System and Aspectual Prominence: Revising Our Taxonomy”

  • “Revisiting the Clarity of Scripture in 1 Timothy 2:12”

The astringency of some of the recent publications on verbal aspect in Greek should not keep us from reading really worthwhile works. As for 1 Tim. 2:12, the author’s point is that we must always interpret unclear texts by clear ones. I hope very much that you feel inclined to explore these essays yourselves.

Wednesday, April 6

6:14 PM Odds and ends ….

1) Great to see Dr. Mike Arcieri again, who was visiting the campus this week to spend time with my colleague Maurice Robinson. I last saw Mike about 15 years ago at the SNTS meeting that was held in Montréal, where he teaches. Hope to see him this August when Montréal again hosts this year’s annual meeting.

2) Yesterday I was interviewed by Dr. Michael Brown on his radio showThe Line of Fire. You can listen to the broadcasthere. My portion of the program begins at the 101.28 mark. The topic was New Testament Greek.

3) This arrived today:

4)Ever heard of theNeuse River Greenway Trail? Neither had I. But it’s only a 15-minute drive from the seminary. This is an awesome biking trail with clear mile markers and immaculately-kept paving. Yesterday I rode the section from Old Falls of the Neuse Rd. to Capital Blvd. and back. I crossed quite a few bridges on this part of the trail and saw tons of wildlife. My favorite part was coming around a curve and seeing a deer family grazing peacefully. (Check out the video below if you’d like to see them.) This morning I hiked for several miles on the greenway. This is a superb trail for biking, hiking, bird watching, and just general nature observing. As soon as it warms up a bit I plan to do the whole thing (it’s 28 miles). If you’re a cyclist, be sure to put this on your bucket list, but be prepared to shift gears. Enjoy!

 

Tuesday, April 5

8:24 AM 6 reasons to register for a 5K right now even if you’re not a runner.

  • They’ll let you in, really.

  • At some races you don’t actually have to run.

  • But participating in a 5K will probably make you want to.

  • You’ll get a free shirt.

  • That New Year’s resolution you’ve probably broken.

  • They’re the most fun you can have on two legs.

There’slots of hyperbole here but it’s all in fun. Try a 5K. You’ll like it!

Monday, April 4

7:28 PM Yo net friends! I’m back from another great trip to Dallas. (There are so many things I love about Texas.) I started out on Friday with my little talk at DTS (such fun!), and then on Saturday I did a 5K. I even drove by the spot where I proposed to Becky 39 years ago. (Even more fun!) So how was my lecture received?

Overall, I think the audience reaction was positive judging from the nature of the questions and my interaction with a number of people afterwards. But through the years I’ve discovered that two people can read the same book, watch the same movie, and even hear the exact same words and yet read and watch and hear something different. A lot plays into this — one’s personal bias, of course, as well as personal preferences, likes, dislikes, experience, etc. I don’t think it’s fair to say that the rhetorical level of language is “unimportant” to most students of the New Testament, or that New Testament scholarship is devoid of interest in the subject. You’d have to do your own due diligence to come to those conclusions. But I do think that, on the whole, those of us who study the New Testament can do a much better job and pay much closer attention to the rhetorical dimensions of texts when we read our Greek New Testaments. If, by the way, you’d like a copy of my Power Point, just email me and I’ll see that you get it. My email address is dblack@sebts.edu.

Of course, ETS meetings are always fun because you get to see old friends you haven’t seen for a while. Here’s Boyd Luter (we go back to our Biola days) reading one of my slides during my presentation. He’s in the front row.

I especially enjoyed meeting and greeting all of the Ph.D. students that attended this year’s meeting. I tell you, the future of biblical studies is in very good hands. Then on Saturday, as I said, I participated in a 5K race.

And guess who broke the 30-minute barrier for the first time? I had trained hard for this day but frankly doubted that it would ever come. (“O ye of little faith.”) I feel very virtuous for not screaming out loud and doing back flips in public, but I was of course elated to have finished with an official time of 28:45. I almost didn’t run because I felt so drained after all of Friday’s activities, but I decided to go anyway and I’m glad I did. So was the race director Valerie.

So now that I’ve reached one of my running goals, what’s next? Three things:

1) Come in under 3 hours in my first half marathon in May.

2) Continue to train hard every month. Here’s March’s results.

3) Summit both the Breithorn and the Allalinhorn and climb as high as 11,000 feet on the Matterhorn this July.

I am trying, in short, to be the best Dave Black I can possibly be. Win or lose, come in under 3 hours or over 3 hours, make it to the summit or not, that’s the only trophy I want or hope for. How about you? What are your goals? Aim HIGH. You’ll never reach higher. Perhaps you could even aim for what you think is impossible, and then get on with your life — get on with becoming the best you, achieving the lifelong task of becoming an athlete both physically and spiritually and achieving your God-given potential.

And so I’m very grateful to God for such a great trip. As always, I loved being with mom and dad.

Mom reminds me so much of Becky.

Today, as I rejoice over Bec’s healing through her home-going, I speak her name and I remember her face, my lovely bride from Ethiopia and Texas.

Cheers!

Dave

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The Blessing of Wiping Out

 David Alan Black 

Big wave riding has lots of adventure, and not a few surprises, associated with it. You arrive at Ehukai Beach Park on Oahu’s North Shore before sunrise in anticipation. You can’t see them, but the waves are there, sounding like freight trains roaring through your living room. You can’t wait to renew the test of skill and endurance the day will bring.

The first challenge is just paddling out over and through 10-foot cascades of white water from waves already spent. You wait for an offset, hoping to avoid the inevitable see-saw of the “three steps forward, two steps back” effect. You finally make it outside and set up for the right wave.

If you take any risks at all, you will inevitably wipe out and lose your board—the waves are simply too big to use a leash connecting your leg to the board. You have no idea whether your board has gone ashore or has been swept out to sea by the riptide, but for the moment that question is irrelevant as your first priority is to survive the effects of being tumbled in the washing-machine turbulence of the wave you were just riding. You barely have enough time to surface and catch a quick breath before being tumulted again by the next wave for what seems an eternity (though lasting only for 3o seconds or so).

When there is finally a lull in the sets, you swim for shore, hoping to find your board there—and hoping it is still in one piece. You sit on the beach exhausted and debate whether you have enough energy to go back out. You end up calling it a day (you had two or three good rides anyway), putting your board on the surf rack, and driving home with a renewed sense of respect for the ocean—as well as a renewed sense of your own lack of invincibility.

In short, you leave humbled.

The apostle Paul once said, “For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound; everywhere and in all things, I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer” (Philippians 4:11-12). Humility, says Paul, must be learned. It comes to us when we have achieved some success, a place of prominence, a plateau of privilege, when we are exalted and extolled—we might say, when we are “riding high.”

If we are not careful, we can easily lose that humility of heart that marked us when we were poor in spirit. The real test of genuine Christianity comes, not when we are down and out, but when we are prosperous and self-sufficient. It is then that God allows us—for our sakes—to experience a “wipe out” in life lest, like King Uzziah of old, “our heart is lifted up to destruction” (2 Chronicles 26:16). When prominence makes us haughty and prosperity makes us merciless toward others, adversity will enable us to deepen our dependence on Him and increase our love for others.

Wiping out is the best preparation for a life of utter contrition of heart. It enables us to serve and love our God more effectively, whether in prosperity or in poverty, in prominence or in obscurity, in pleasure or in pain.

April 8, 2003

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com.

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Friday, August 31   

1:25 PM Hey folks. Despite a flat tire, I knocked out a pretty good bike today. It was hot, it was challenging, and it was just what the doctor ordered. Training is going well, but there’s nothing like actually racing. Can’t wait for Sunday. I don’t think any course records are in jeopardy, but it should be boatloads of fun, even if I have to drag myself across the finish line.

7:45 AM Two reminders:

1) I saw this on CNN.

John McCain was one of my favorite politicians. His complicated dance with DC politics and all its tentacles is one that is familiar to so many of us. He lived with the fire of a preacher and the soul of a mother. His memorial service at North Phoenix Baptist Church was thoughtful, moving, compelling, and real. McCain modeled a stripe of politics that many are seeking but are afraid to voice. He was strong but gracious, prophetic but approachable, strident but accessible. I have no idea how he managed it. But I’m sure his faith — and his wife — had everything to do with it. “You were his ballast,” said Joe Biden to Cincy McCain. How do I possibly name the ballasts that have been in my life? I can’t. They are simply too many. You know who you are, and that I wouldn’t have survived this season of life without your practical help and prayers. Still, no one can compare with Jesus. Your name is honey on my lips. With You, life is beautiful and terrifying and wild and intimate. I love You more than life itself. I desperately want to come to know You, deeply and intimately.

2) This came in today’s inbox. Hype it’s called.

The Rock ‘n Roll Marathon Series has 28 marathons and half marathons, 20 of them in the U.S. The San Diego Marathon was its original race. Their philosophy is, “Anybody can do it. You don’t have to be an elite athlete to cross the finish line.” Me, I like that. Some races can expect upwards of 30,000 runners. Think of it as a huge block party. What’s more, the Series has raised more than 335 million dollars in their charity program. If you’re ready to go the distance, give them a look.

Time for a bike. Just to be able to move my body is a pretty awesome feeling. All this to say that I’m thankful for the things I can do. Thank you, body. I appreciate and honor you.

Thursday, August 30   

6:42 PM Why do older people run? I can’t speak for others. But I run for several reasons, including these 4:

  • I’ve always been fascinated by challenges and feats of stamina that people endure. I ran my first half marathon because the notion of seeing if I could go 13.1 miles proved irresistible.

  • I like to prove myself not to others but to myself. I like to prove that age is simply a number. I’m finding aging more positive and beneficial because I run. I’m not fast but I have tons of determination.

  • I like my own company. When I run, I often stay inside my own head. I think about all sorts of things: my walk with the Lord, my kids and grandkids, the research and writing I’m doing, and sometimes I lose a few miles that I didn’t know were there because I just tuned out. Running makes me forget I’m 66.

  • I run because I need to be outdoors. I need to feel the sun on my neck, to see the fall foliage and the winter snow, to hear the sounds of silence. I grew up in the ocean. Now I am a landlubber. But God’s creation is something I will enjoy until I draw my last breath.

It’s unbelievable. This Sunday will be my 15th half marathon. I can’t quite fathom it. Talking about how the Lord has helped me to stay active after losing Becky is very much in keeping with my reasons for writing this blog. Runners are exceptional, yet they are also ordinary. I will never be an elite athlete. But I believe that ordinary stories hold just as much value and that we can learn much from them. 

If you’ve been sideswiped by life, I have some advice for you. Start again. Get up and get going. Don’t hate yourself. Focus on the new thing the Lord has for you. You can’t let obstacles stand in the way of your journey to the goals He has given you.

1:02 PM I got out of the house today and there was no way I wasn’t going to get me some exercise. I plain and simple needed a workout after 3 days of physical inactivity on campus (no time for any workouts in Wake Forest this week). Sometimes the best way to rejuvenate your body is to get it moving. So after a 45-minute workout at the Y, I managed to get in a 10-mile bike.

Yeah, that worked! I almost died from the heat, which makes me wonder what race conditions will be like this weekend. Fall weather tantalized us last week, but hot and humid conditions have returned with a vengeance. Besides, the course on Sunday is notorious for having very few water stops in the last 3 miles of the course. Realizing this, I’m actually toying with the idea of carrying several liters of water with me in my backpack and hope that it will help me to cope better with the hot weather. It would be so much easier to get water along the course but that may or may not happen. Water intake is crucial for me. Even when I crank the pace down to a slow plod, I perspire like nothing you’ve ever seen. I’m trying hard not to think too much about this aspect of the race, but it’s hard not to do. As you know, heat and me are not the best of friends. However, I WILL master pacing, hydration, and fueling some day — I promise! The one time I didn’t freak out over the weather was during the St. George (Utah) Marathon and it got me a PR. I hope I can get my mind back there again. It’s a sweet place to be, for sure. 

Today I have a couple of writing projects I need to work on. I was hoping to mow (the grass is tall!) but that will have to wait.

Happy Weekend,

Dave

7:10 AM It came out of nowhere. I awoke from a nightmare feeling as though I was under direct assault from the Evil One himself. I reached with frantic hands to pull back the nightmarish reality in the fog of my weariness and fear. Hubris is what the ancient Greeks called it — pride, arrogance, the cult of me-ism, temptations that have dogged me all my adult life. I’ve travelled the globe, explored dozens of countries, but the darkness of my own soul will always be my greatest adventure.

What do you in such circumstances? You do what the apostles did on the Sea of Galilee. I cried out, “Lord, save me! I’m drowning!” I threw my arms around Him. I got out my iPhone and listened to a Haven of Rest song.

 

Though you walk through darkest valleys, and the sky is cold and gray, though you climb the steepest mountains, He will never let you stray.

Like a lamb who needs the Shepherd, by your side He’ll always stay. ‘Til the end of life’s long journey, He will lead you all the way.

I have no wisdom, no insight, no words that can match the onslaught of the Devil. Sometimes I feel completely trapped, crying out for salvation from myself. And then in the face of all the darkness, hope and joy appear. In the face of the blackness, another Face pulls me out of my own darkness, every single time. I went back to sleep and awoke refreshed and renewed, the suffocating fear removed as if by an unseen hand.

When I get to heaven, I’ll see who had the most faith, and it won’t be me. I’ve always been good at life. I learn languages easily and read quickly and speak widely. Somehow I allowed these things to define me. But thorns are no respecter of talent. Thank God, O thank God, that He is the one who walks through this fire with me. Because He is enough, I am enough. Should I be stripped of everything, I would still have Him.

It’s hard to imagine a world without Jesus. Christ is victor, whether I understand it or not, whether I feel it or not. I experienced a miracle last night, a forerunner, a precursor perhaps of a different kind of miracle where the healing will be forever. Until then, dear Lord, my kind Shepherd, stay by my side and lead me, all the way home. 

Wednesday, August 29   

7:58 PM Hey folks! This week is turning out to be another busy one. The highlight so far was having lunch with two Southeastern grads. Both earned their doctorates in New Testament from our seminary. Mel Winstead was visiting the campus from Charlotte, where he teaches New Testament and Greek at Southern Evangelical Seminary.

Alex Stewart is currently spending a semester on campus as a visiting scholar. He teaches New Testament and Greek at Tyndale Seminary in Holland.

I believe still today what I’ve always believed: Teaching is one of the greatest vocations God can call us into. And here are two of His choicest servants. And of all the things I’m grateful for right now, being able to be in the classroom again after 41 years of teaching might be at the top of the list. Since Becky died, 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.

P.S. Here’s my assistant Noah Kelley introducing himself to one of my Greek classes this week.

He’s helped to organize a new group on campus called Biblical Languages for Everyone. You can check out their Facebook pagehere. Almost makes me want to start my Greek studies all over again!

Monday, August 27   

6:48 AM News and notes …

1) This is week 2 of beginning Greek and by far the most important week of all. If students can’t grasp the idea of how the Greek verb works (conjugation — ugh!), then the party’s over. Knowing a littleSpanish will help. Mucho.

2) So far this year I’ve ridden 554.2 miles on my bike. I guess you could say I’m hooked.

3) I highly recommend theJoshua Project for anyone wanting to know how to pray for the nations. 

4) 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 aPower Point.

5) This morning I prayed Phil. 1:9-11 for my 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.

6) For what it’s worth, I enjoy listening to John Stott’s sermons. Hisseries 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 ________.

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

8) The director of the Boston Marathon, at age 63,completed the World Marathon Challenge this year. That means running 7 marathons in 7 days on all 7 of the world’s continents. I got to meet Dave MacGillivray at the Flying Pig Marathon in Cincinnati in May. The man is truly an inspiration.

9) Why your kids shouldstudy Latin, the “other” classical language. (You see: I’m not biased.)

Sunday, August 26   

5:35 PM Haying has concluded for the evening, early. A bolt broke on the bailer and a spare was nowhere to be found.

Oh well. You win some and you lose some. I felt exhausted this afternoon. Like the kind of tired you feel when you can do nothing but crash and burn, which I did for about 3 hours. I’m still a bit tired but it’s nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix. My training goal for the week is to begin my taper for the half on Sunday. Come race day, I need to be in top form, both physically and (maybe even more importantly) mentally. I actually think I was long overdue for a bonk. By far the best part of my afternoon (after napping, of course) was working in the fields and enjoying some good old-fashioned farm labor. I’ve noticed that about a week before a big race all my runs feel horrible. But when I decide to run more conservatively something in me tells me I’m running too conservatively, and then I kick myself for being lazy. What a life. I know part of it is physical fatigue, but part of it has got to be mental fatigue as well. So frustrating, but that’s all a part of life, no?

Anyhoo, it’s time to cook supper. The rice is already cooking. I made extra for you know who. Sometimes I think Sheba must hail from Asia.

8:44 AM Although it’s somewhat reductive, I categorize most New Testament scholarship as either cutting edge or traditional. There are pros and cons to both approaches, and lots of overlap too, but still, most of us tend toward one or the other. (Any guesses where I end up? Hehe.) That’s why I was delighted to see on the Nerdy Language Majors website this morning someone cite Stan Porter’s view on the “Go” versus “Going” debate in Matt. 28:19. (You may recall that I just blogged about this.) Is there anything quite like a debate about Greek grammar? I’m conditioned to hold to “my” view and never even consider that I might be wrong. Sometimes the value of Greek is obvious. Sometimes it’s less than obvious. We don’t live in a cocoon. We have to deal with differing viewpoints.

Can I tell you my goal for my Greek students? That their Greek experience will help them read and obey their New Testament. Also, that they will never see Greek as an Open Sesame or an Abracadabra to biblical interpretation. Exegesis can be mind-numbingly hard, and none of us is perfect at it. After teaching Greek for 41 years, I still feel like a child wading on the shore of a limitless ocean. That’s why we cheer on each other’s attempts to do exegesis. We give each other the permission to hold to minority viewpoints. The best kinds of conversations are like those found at the NLM site. Sometimes the debate is boring and pedantic, sometimes it’s rich and rewarding. But it all sets the table for sound exegesis. Good friends can disagree with each other. The church can handle it. Sure, life would be simpler if we didn’t have any disagreements. I mean, I always have the best answers, right? However, the best transformation takes place when we listen to each other respectfully.

Dear reader, you have permission to disagree. But do it well. Being proven right is not the highest goal. Engage your empathy, and then watch how God grows you.

7:48 AM Despite my great love for India, I haven’t been able to return to that great nation in many years, so I love it when I get updates from brother Mammen Joseph in Bagdogra (Northern India). I once had the privilege of teaching his son Moncy at the seminary. Moncy’s father-in-law just passed away so they are now in Kerala, where, as you know, severe flooding is taking place. Mammen reports that thousands of people have lost their homes. I remember thinking to myself the other night during a thunderstorm, “I sure hope the power doesn’t go out.” And here you have people losing their homes and all of their belongings. Mammen also gave me an update on the Bible School in Bagdogra (whose building is named after Becky). Last year they had 21 graduates who have joined with their mobile evangelism teams. This makes 6 mobile teams working in 6 different directions. This year the school has 65 students and some of them were the first to convert from their people group. Here’s the current class.

Even though I’ve spent much of my life teaching, writing, and bouncing in and out of all kinds of theological debates, I still don’t know how to live my life except at the feet of Jesus, eyes focused squarely on His. Once you taste His love, once you see His heart for the nations, you are ruined forever. “I have found the paradox,” wrote Mother Teresa, “that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.” Joseph, I thank God for you and your family. I imagine your legacy is more far-reaching than you will ever know. Thank you for allowing me to be a very small part of your beautiful ministry. Together, we are the people of God, moving forwards, prophetically embodying God’s shalom. Blessed be His kingdom, now and forevermore.

Saturday, August 25   

9:12 PM Today I got back into running. But first I did a 40-minute workout at the Y. That was followed by a mere 5-mile run at the Tobacco Heritage Trail. My goal was simply not to kill myself as I was coming off a long bike yesterday. So I took my time and just soaked in the gorgeous weather. We were going to get up hay this evening but the grass was too damp so we’ll finish up that job tomorrow, Lord willing. Oh, and guys, I found the perfect Airbnb for next weekend’s half in Virginia Beach. It’s in a quiet neighborhood and the parking is free. I’m hoping I can get a good night’s sleep there. Road races are cruel because they make you run (I use that word somewhat loosely) hard the whole way. I still have a lot more running to do this coming week, so it’s forge ahead with my training plan and see what the Lord has in store for me next weekend. I’m not sure my 66-year old body can hold up doing 4 major races in the next two months (two halves, one ultra, and one full marathon). We’ll see, I reckon.

And now I must get back to watching my favorite Hitchcock film, North by Northwest.

Run strong, my friends.

Dave

8:10 AM Hello virtual friends. Hope you all are having a wonderful weekend. Mine is exhaustingly delightful. Today I need to spray Roundup. This evening I need to get up hay. In between, I’m going for a long bike ride. Not. My quads are pretty much trashed so the best I can do today is either a long walk or a lift at the Y or a swim. This coming week on campus I’m teaching some really heavy duty material, both in Greek 1 and NT 2. I’ve been doing this for 42 years. This is shocking, I know, because I look so young (thanks for playing along). I clearly haven’t always placed the proper emphasis on what’s of eternal value, however. Ladies and gentlemen, teachers don’t teach forever. So I’m extra careful about what to include in my lectures these days.

For example, this week in NT 2 my students are reading my book Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. This is literally the only book I will ever write on the church. When I assess the current state of the evangelical church, I sense the subject of chapter 3 (“Apostolic Teaching”) is more relevant than ever. I don’t care a whit about preaching styles. I love teaching that’s based on the text, that’s simple without being simplistic, and that’s affective — it affects you, the listener. Obedience inspires me. Talking heads don’t. I’ve been listening to sermons since I was 8. That’s 60 years. I once thought that listening to someone else talk about God was where it’s at. Not anymore. Now, I’m grateful for God-gifted pastor-teachers. I’ve known many of them through the years, and I’ve been training them for 42 years. But Paul is clear about what their main function is. The passage I have in mind, of course, is Eph. 4:11-12. The purpose for which the risen Christ gave the gift of pastor-teacher to the church is to “equip the saints for the work of the ministry” — or, better, “to prepare God’s people for works of service.” Notice that the “service” (diakonia) mentioned here does not describe the pastors but the so-called lay people — you and me. Paul does not mean, of course, that there’s no place for pastoral ministry. There is! He means, rather, that pastoral teaching and training ought to be directed to the enabling of all God’s people to be ministering actively according to the gifts the Spirit has given them. Too often we think of the pastor-teacher as the primary conduit by which God speaks truth into our lives. He drives the bus while we sit docilely in the back. I argue in my book that all believers have direct access to biblical truth themselves. For clearly the way the whole body grows is not by becoming dependent on human teachers but by all the members relying on the Holy Spirit to use God’s word to help them become more healthy and mature. The word of God, then, comes to us in three ways: through the teaching of gifted pastors, through us “one-anothering” the word (see Col. 3:16), and through personal Bible study and meditation. When we come to Christ, we begin a life of friendship with Him — a personal rather than a mediated relationship that is meant to grow richer and richer until we see Him face to face. Once we understand this, personal Bible study will become an important part of our lives, a discipline we can hardly afford to neglect. As our “Anointing,” the Spirit not only teaches us the truth of God’s word but guides us as we seek to live out that truth in our everyday lives. To allow ourselves to depend on others for spiritual truth is to condemn ourselves and the church to perpetual immaturity. What Paul is calling for is a balance between formal teaching, informal teaching, and personal reflection. The apostle calls us to hold these three truths together.

It’s our turn to step up to the plate. Run headlong into the life-changing power of the Bible for yourself. Allow the Spirit to speak to you as you read His word. Let your “Anointing” teach you, and you might be shocked how that changes your entire life.

P.S. Did you see the photo of John Lennon’s son Sean and Paul McCartney’s son Jamesposing for a selfie? The headline reads, “Lennon and McCartney sons come together for selfie.” I suppose the words “come together” could have been placed in quotation marks. If not a direct quote of their fathers’ song Come Together, it’s at least an allusion to it. Those familiar with the interplay in the book of Hebrews (which I’m teaching this fall) and the Old Testament often face the same question. Is this a direct quote from the Old Testament? Is it an allusion? An “echo” perhaps? Or a paraphrase (see 10:38 and 13:6)? One thing is clear: The theology of Hebrews derives in large part from an engagement with the Scriptures of Israel. And just as obvious is the fact that the author of Hebrews  read and knew these Scriptures himself.

Friday, August 24   

8:30 PM Today I biked from Jamestown to Richmond.

It’s a distance of just over 50 miles.

It was the longest ride I’ve ever done. It was so much fun. As you can see, the weather was perfect.

Afterwards I treated myself to Ethiopian food at theKuru.

My road bike didn’t skip a beat. I’m so glad I bought it. This brings my monthly Map My Run total for August to 245.6 miles. As crazy as it may sound, I’ve loved every mile. I am blessed, truly I am. I am filled with the happiness and peace that comes from being out in God’s nature. Right now I’m about to sit on the front porch with Sheba. We’ll enjoy a full moon rising in the eastern sky.

What a historic day. I’ll always remember it. I think I’m getting stronger. I know I’m getting stronger. Soli Deo gloria!

P.S. If you would like to bike this route, the shuttle service I used from Richmond to Jamestown is called theCapital Trail Bike Shuttle. Highly recommended!

P.P.S. Praying for all my Hawaiian friends!

Thursday, August 23   

9:08 PM “Dig deep, and remember that you like to do hard things.” I’ve decided that’s gonna be my mantra for the Virginia Beach Half. When your body tells you to stop, you must ignore those voices. As I’ve said, I’m using the half marathon as a training run for my ultra on Oct. 13. I don’t have any wild expectations for next weekend’s half. I’ve given up on the notion that I’m anything faster than a 2:45 half marathoner. I know that sounds slow, but for me it’s actually a good time. My PR is 2:27 (set in Petersburg), but I really don’t care if I ever beat that time. If I’m healthy, I know I can finish a half. Plus, I’m learning to feel my pace effort without always having to look at my watch. The main thing is that I’m getting outdoors and enjoying God’s beautiful creation. When I run, I’m lost in wonder and don’t care about doing X distance in Y time. I’m just happy to be alive, completely immersed in this adventurous life God’s allowed me to live.

It’s not lost on me that my days spent on a race course are numbered, so I soak up every drop. Running is the best therapy I’ve ever had, and mountain climbing comes in a close second. Both sports give me an awareness of my God-given strength and the confidence to run the rest of my life with gusto. I’m eager to get back to the Rockies and climb Mount Elbert. Although I’ve already summited two 14ers, I don’t consider myself a “peakbagger” who has to conquer all of the 14ers in Colorado. What I like most about hiking in the Rockies is the vast array of scenery. You start out below the tree line, then all of a sudden you’re doing rock scrambling. I’m so immensely grateful I’ve had the chance to enjoy these gorgeous peaks. The view from the top of a 14er is stunning, like a well-written love note from the Creator.

A summit always reminds me that the best views in life are those you have to work for. I’m not sure how much longer my body will hold out, but if your dreams don’t scare you, they’re not big enough. Entering an unknown ultra in October, I don’t have much of a gauge to tell me when I’ll land across the finish line. But I can tell you with 100 percent certainty that I’ll be smiling if and when I cross it. Sometimes I have fleeting thoughts of reaching my breaking point before the end of the race. But I will never, ever give up trying. And to you, all of you, who’ve been by my side ever since Becky passed away, I am deeply filled with gratitude. I’m honored to take you along with me on my journey. I truly hope one day, when I’m long gone, to have painted for my children a vast landscape describing a life that placed its hope in Jesus. We need one another, all of us, sharing our life experiences with each other. We’re not designed to thrive as Lone Rangers. Life can be hard, really hard, but not for a second will it ever be impossible, not as long as we have Him and each other. Adapting to our circumstances is the key to survival. Just ask anyone who has summited a 14er.

Dear reader, you can’t change the past. You can’t change the inevitable. But you can take charge of your attitude. I hope, my friend, you embrace each opportunity you have been given and never get too down on those days that are inordinately tough. Somehow you’ll find the strength to keep on climbing — even on legs that are absolutely spent. “Fill all thy bones with aches” said the sorcerer king Prospero in The Tempest. Or, to paraphrase Teddy Roosevelt, it’s not the spectator who counts, nor the one who points out how others stumble. The glory goes to the one who enters the arena and whose face is marred by blood, sweat, and tears.

1:10 PM Raise your hand if you can’t wait for fall weather to begin. Today we got a taste of fall: no humidity, a cool breeze, and temps in the lower 70s. I spent the morning in South Hill having the oil in my van changed. While there I did an 11.3-mile bike followed by a half hour workout at the Y. I’m praying about biking the entire Virginia Capital Trail tomorrow, all 50 or so miles of it. If I do, that will be my major workout for the week. I’ve already done both halves of this trail and I can tell you it’s nothing short of spectacular. My next big race is in only 10 days in Virginia Beach. I’ve done the Virginia Beach Half Marathon twice before. This year the race will mark my 15th half overall. I love half marathons. I think the 13.1 mile distance is my personal favorite. A half challenges you without beating you up too much. I think most of you know I’m training for two big races in October — my first 31-mile ultra, and the Marine Corps Marathon. Before doing these races, I’m trying to build up my base mileage. The idea is to sort of snooker your body into thinking its only going 20 miles and then gently coax it into going farther than that. I’m so thankful I have lungs that can go the distance without exploding. But I still need to teach my brain to fight through fatigue. I thank EVERYONE who has given me advice about running.

I think that’s it for now. Pretty simple, eh? Until my next post, happy miles!

6:12 AM Good morning, folks! Time to fire this old blog up again after spending 3 days on campus.

1) Remember my “Five Minute Greek Club”? You know, the club that never meets and has no dues? I launched this “club” years ago to encourage my students to continue to use their Greek during the summer months. Translate 2 verses daily, Monday through Friday, and you get one of your prof’s books for free. Well, club members have begun collecting their prizes. The more the merrier!

2) On Monday I got in a 26.2 mile bike between Wake Forest and Raleigh. Hope to do another long ride today.

3) Joining our office quad this semester is Ben Holloway, who teaches philosophy. (I don’t understand a word Christian philosophers say, but I’m sure glad they’re on our side.) Yesterday we enjoyed some Korean bulgogi together at the Seoul Garden in Raleigh. Ben is a Brit to whom I will henceforth defer all questions about the English language that arise in my Greek classes.

4) In NT 2 yesterday, we did a thorough exegesis of Matt. 28:19-, the Great Commission passage most of us are familiar with. Who would have thought there were so many hidden gems in this text? Jesus promises to be with us “all the days” (not “always”; Greek has an adverb for that idea). I would render this as either “day after day after day” or “each and every day.” When you’re suffering for Christ in an overseas prison, methinks you will probably need Jesus one day at a time! Then there’s the verb “Make disciples” (one word in Greek). I asked the class not to use biblical jargon in rendering that verb. We came up with something like “Train.” You get hired at Wal-Mart, and you become a “trainee” for the first few months. I might render Jesus’ command as “Train the people from every nation how to follow Me in obedience.” Finally, is it “As you go” or “Go”? Enter Stan Porter. If you’re able, take a gander sometime at his essay “The Grammar of Obedience: Matthew 28:19-” in his outstanding book Linguistic Analysis of the Greek New Testament. (Even Sheba likes it.)

He’s one of maybe two scholars who argue for the translation “Going, therefore….” I’m convinced he’s right.

5) Finally, this week I was able (thank you Jesus!) to send to my publisher the final page proofs of the Mandarin translation of Becky’s book My Life Story. Mind you, her book will now be available in English, Spanish, and Chinese — the 3 most widely spoken languages in the world. That’s over 2 billion people!

“Amazing” might be applicable here.

Love each other well, my friends.

Dave

Monday, August 20   

7:10 AM “Old teachers are better.” That’s the catchy title of ablog post I stumbled upon this morning. And just how are old teachers better?

  • We know ourselves better than we did when we were young.

  • We have discovered the difference between wisdom and knowledge.

  • We tend to take more account of deeds than words in our spirituality.

  • We are often gentle and kind.

  • We have usually become more tolerant and open.

First of all, let me reiterate: I’m not an expert in pedagogy. But you already know that. I write based on my personal experience and maybe some research I’ve done through the years. Take what I say here with a grain of salt and do your own research. If you’re a teacher, only you know what’s going on with you. That said, what’s my response to this post? I say hogwash. Age is just a number. You can be 70 and have the physiology of a 30-year old. And you can be 30 and have the physiology of a 70-year old. Ditto for spirituality and maturity. Of course, I’m protective of older teachers because I am one. But at the end of the day, what I look for in a teacher is very simple:

  • Vulnerability.

  • Diligence.

  • Humility.

  • Passion.

  • Discernment.

  • Spiritual depth.

Teacher, I really don’t care how old you are. Find your tribe and love it with all the grace and ardor you can muster. Love God and love other people. That’s pretty much what teaching is all about. Learning dies in the toxic soil of self. Be someone who aspires to change the world. Keep your office door wide open, and remember: You’re as much a learner as your students are. Put their interests before your own. Flee the original sin of teaching (being a bore) with all you’ve got. Our students crave examples. Let’s give them the goods. A good place to start might be with setting a precedent. Teach them: This is how to love the lost, this is how to spend our dollars, this is how to serve the needy. And remember, even if ultimately we aren’t able to live up to our own standards as teachers, God is always at work. Blessed are the wonderers who look beyond the faults of their teachers (no matter how old or young they are) and place their confidence squarely and only in Jesus. He is always the best Teacher and the greatest Example. With good reason my students may doubt a man entering his 42nd year of teaching, but it’s a lot harder to doubt a Master as good as Jesus. Even if you’re not a teacher, I think your discipline, drive, determination to be your best, and guts in the face of life’s trials speaks volumes.

By the way, I never did get in my bike yesterday. It rained again. As in thunder and lightning. Don’t tell anyone, but I schlepped and chillaxed and even griped a bit. I went to bed early. If you read this blog as I hope you do, you know that I have a Sheltie named Sheba. She is the most lovable dog you could ever imagine. Anyhoo, while I was laying in bed having a mental pity party, I heard the pitter patter of a dog’s paws on the steps. It was Sheba, scared to death of the thunder, seeking solace as she used to do in my upstairs bedroom. I knew that, because of her arthritis, she was struggling with every step, so I bounded out of bed to carry her the rest of the way up the steps but she had already arrived on the landing. There she was, with that same pitiful look in her eyes that says, “Daddy, I’m scared.” The best word to describe how I felt at that moment is stupid. Here you are, feeling sorry for yourself that you couldn’t bike for 20 miles when your puppy can barely make it up the steps. What kind of a man are you anyway? I got down on the floor and Sheba tucked her head into my lap. We just sat there, and I cherished every moment. I guess every dog owner gets attached to their pets. For almost 14 years we’ve been inseparable, Sheba and me. I know the day will come when there will be no more walks on the farm together or lounging on the front porch. Losing a pet is losing family. I love Sheba and worry about her. My senior tail wagger follows me everywhere and never lets me out of her sight. And don’t get me started on how therapeutic these fine furry creatures can be. A dog is never “just” a pet. Thankfully, I still have her with me. For now.

Well, I’ve rambled on long enough. Time to get to school. There’s a short saying I once read about dogs and I think I’ll close by quoting it here.

Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a bit out of shape and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well.

Have a blessed week,

Dave

P.S. C. S. Lewis had 8 dogs. You can read about themhere. You will even discover why Lewis called himself “Jack.”

Sunday, August 19   

9:12 AM This morning I’ve been reading the Shepherd of Hermas. It’s not in our Bible, but Irenaeus considered it canonical. It’s even part of Codex Sinaiticus. Like so many other writings from the 100s and 200s, it shows just how sacrificial the earliest followers of Jesus were. In the section on fasting, the writer says you’ll eat nothing but bread and water, then you’ll count up the money you saved and give it “to a widow, or an orphan, or someone in need.”

Tertullian likewise notes how Christians of his day used a common fund to support widows, the elderly, burials for the poor, the disabled, and even the release of slaves. Even the pagan Emperor Julian declared that “The impious Galileans relieve both their own poor and ours …. It is shameful that ours should be so destitute of our assistance.” I’d call this extravagant giving. Rather than extravagant hoarding. And note: Believers didn’t only help other believers. They spared themselves no effort to serve the lost community all around them. Me, me, me? No. Other, other, other.

When sacrifice is left out of the Gospel, then it isn’t the Gospel at all. Those who have received mercy dispense mercy. I’m a huge fan of “causes.” But the real secret? Making the decision to live sacrificially and do it every day. What it boils down to is a pretty simple solution. Stop thinking inside yourself so much. Look outside yourself. Exercise some self-discipline (maybe even fast?). Yeah, yeah, yeah. Easier said than done. I know that. Boy do I know that. My biggest challenge this week is not the office appointments I have or the classes I’ll teach or the writing I’ll do. It’s to stop focusing on myself and balance kingdom blessings with kingdom duties. The good news is that it’s a lot more fun and satisfying to be a giver rather than a mere consumer of God’s blessings. I can do better than I’m doing. I must do better.

Glad to get that off my chest.

6:44 AM Sunday morning scattershooting ….

1) This was my view at 6:00 am this morning.

It rained all evening yesterday, and I mean it poured. The pond is about to overflow. I think the skies will clear later today. After church I’m thinking about doing a bike since I need to take tomorrow off from training to prepare for classes.

2) Speaking of rain, I just got an email from a friend in India. He asks for prayer for the millions who’ve been displaced by the recent flooding in different parts of the country (especially Kerala). The constant downpour is hampering the rescue operations too. Please pray.

3) After I finished yesterday’s 5K, I stood at the finish line to cheer on the other runners. I think it took the last person just over an hour to finish the race. Big cheer! When you see somebody who is overcoming obstacles to reach their running goals, it’s like watching a victorious gladiator. I see such resilience in my fellow runners it’s amazing. This is how the running community is. We celebrate each other’s personal victories, one victory at a time. Our church communities could well do the same.

4) Next month will be busy. I’ll be speaking at churches in both Greensboro and Severn, NC. As for running, my races include:

  • Virginia Beach Half Marathon on September 2.

  • North Hills 5K in Raleigh on September 8.

  • Virginia 10-Miler in Lynchburg on September 29.

If I can cash in some flying miles, I also like to climb another 14-er in the Rockies, Mount Elbert in particular (because it’s the highest).

5) I’ve been reviewing this book for Filologia Neotestamentaria.

The author’s argument is that ekklesia never lost its civic denotation even when writers like Paul used the term for “God’s people.” The word “in Paul’s time denoted predominantly the honorable body of citizens” (p. 218). As such, ekklesia was rarely used for voluntary associations. The use of the term by Paul also suggests the existence of a hierarchical structure. Interesting perspective, to say the least.

Stay blessed,

Dave

Saturday, August 18   

6:44 PM When I heard that BirthChoice was sponsoring a 5K run in Cary today, I jumped at the chance to participate in it. The WakeMed Soccer Complex is maybe my least favorite course in the world because of the hills. (I tried not to think about it.) I finally did what I always do: Hit the Go button, and see what happens.

I quickly discovered: The race was trying to kill me. Murder might be a better word. I finished it only to learn that I had come in first place in my division. I began to believe that maybe I’m not a Cessationist after all. I resumed my will to live and made my way to the awards table.

Instead of a silly medal I got a nifty gift certificate to the local running store. (Yes, I’ve already cashed it in.)

I could have, at this point, gorged myself on bananas and oranges, but I decided that since I was in Cary, why not beat a retreat over to the Awazé and grab some doro wat. The finish line is nice, but the post-race food is even better.

Before I left the race venue, I listened to the sponsors share about their ministry to pregnant mothers.

Last year BirthChoice counseled 1,000 mothers at their clinic. When I heard that 80 percent of the women chose to carry their babies to term, I spontaneously broke out into tears. I tear up now just thinking about it. Moral of the story: Beware of falling in love with the sport of running. It might renew your faith in humanity. It might also help you to maintain perspective when you’re passed by a mother pushing a 40-pound baby stroller during a 5K. Aargh!

Friday, August 17   

7:25 PM Got up two loads of hay this evening. This was the first.

Nate drove the second load to his farm while I walked back to my car. 

I can see the commercial now. “Honda Odyssey. Farm Car of the Year.”

Bulgogi time!

2:12 PM Sweet, sweet, sweet. SWEET. Today at around 7:30 I left the house to get in my 20-mile bike between LaCrosse and Brodnax. I would be remiss not to mention that this was one of my fastest bikes ever.

A speedier Dave has never been known. Yay me! May I also brag on my road bike, my Garmin watch, my padded riding shorts, and my anti-chafing goo? Please act impressed, because I am a biking moron and have no idea what I’m doing. If I don’t hear from at least five of you, with very complimentary emails, I’ll curl up into a ball. Please don’t make me read my Amazon reviews. Again.

Afterwards I returned to the public pool and got in some laps. The pool is Olympic-sized, which means that there’s plenty of room for people who want to swim laps and for people who just want to play in the water. Since the public schools are back in session, the pool is practically empty these days, but not completely. Today I witnessed, for the very first time, an Amish family enjoying the cool water on a warm day. They were dressed to the hilt — fully clothed, ladies’ hair in buns — and frolicking like ducks taking a bath, all the while speaking Pennsylvania Dutch (which I can understand). I mean, isn’t America a crazy cool place to live?

And good news! We’re getting up more hay tonight. Yep, the weather’s been dry enough to cut, rake, bale, and trailer. (I may have just invented a verb.) I’m poised for pickup, but not before mowing again. What happens when the Lord sends rain? You mow, and mow, and mow some more. Then you bale, bale, and bale some more. Also called farming. Which I love. Farming is hard but it’s a good hard. It puts you to bed at night with a good tired. Know what I mean?

By the way, just because I haven’t been running doesn’t mean I’m not training for my next foot race. Biking is making a huge difference in my overall fitness. Besides, miles go a lot faster when you’re biking. Running is the absolute best. But I also like swimming and cycling. It’s all bliss for me!

6:22 AM There will always be only one Aretha Franklin. When I was playing trumpet in a soul band as a teenager in Hawaii, she was my hero. Aretha had pure talent on loan from God. She was inspiring. She was beautiful.Here she is singing at the age of 73 at the Kennedy Center. I shed a tear:

  • When she sang her very first note.

  • When Carole King reacted.

  • When President Obama teared up.

  • When Aretha stood up to sing.

  • When she tossed aside her stole.

  • When she hit that final high note.

In its tribute to Aretha Franklin yesterday,Christianity Today wrote these powerful words:

But standing before the frenzied Kennedy Center audience, singing from somewhere deep inside the pain, Franklin tapped into the gospel music of Jackson and Ward, into the sanctified sermons of her father, into a lifelong belief in one Lord, one faith, one baptism, and came out triumphant and redeemed on the other side.

Whitney Houston once said, “We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever. The goal is to create something that will.” Rest in peace, Queen of Soul. I just said a little prayer for your family. You will be remembered as the greatest soul musician in history. You earned the RESPECT of an entire nation. I’m glad I got to live in a world that included your music. Heaven is now blessed with your wonderful voice.

Thursday, August 16   

8:28 PM Well, just so I don’t leave the impression that I never miss a workout, I needed today to recover from all the miles I’ve done so far this month. That’s why when chapel let out I didn’t do what I had planned to do today: bike 20 miles. Besides, the heat was oppressive. So I drove home and celebrated the day the best way I knew how. I took a really long nap. I missed a day of training but I’m not worried about it. I’m still good to go for my October races if I can stay healthy. I’ve enjoyed running as a learning exercise. I like the constant challenge and the ups and downs of it all. When I feel stressed at trying to balance it all, I put my family first and let everything else fall into place. If you’re a beginning runner, the best piece of advice I can give you is to be patient and gentle with yourself. Find gratitude even when things are hard. This summarizes my general approach to life, though I don’t always live up to it.

6:54 PM Today’s powerful convocation message was on the incredible life of John Paton, missionary to cannibals. His story was popularized inthis post by John Piper. When I think of John Paton, old fashioned terms like stalwart, fortitude, guts, and character come to mind. Our circumstances are less important than our response to them. When Paton arrived in New Hebrides, both his wife and his newborn died of the fever. He dug their graves with his own hands. He stated, ” … my reason seemed to give way.” “But for Jesus,” he added, “and the fellowship He vouchsafed to me there, I must have gone mad and died beside the lonely grave!”

Ah, the words of an honest widower.

I felt her loss beyond all conception and description, in that dark land. It was very difficult to be resigned, left alone, and in sorrowful circumstances; but feeling immovably assured that my God and father was too wise and loving to err in anything he does or permits, I looked up the Lord for help, and struggled on in his work.

That’s widowerhood (or widowhood or divorcehood) in a nutshell.

  • Your reason seems to give way.

  • You feel her loss beyond all description.

  • It’s difficult to be alone.

  • Then you look up unto the Lord for help.

  • And struggle on in your work.

That’s been my life exactly for the past 4 and a half years. When unfortunate incidents come up in your life, you have a choice. You can give up or you can grow up. You can shake your fist at God or you can trust God to help you fight off the discouragement. When that time comes, remember the words of John Paton:

… feeling immovably assured that my God and father was too wise and loving to err in anything he does or permits, I looked up the Lord for help, and struggled on in his work.

Paton would serve alone for the next 4 years. Eventually he would remarry and experience the Savior’s blessing on his ministry among the cannibals.

I’ll just add this. It’s true that widowerhood can affect you physically. But in the long run, loss shouldn’t take away our strength. It should give us new energy and strength. It should fill us with the joy of the Lord, to whom we now look, as perhaps never before, for strength in the midst of our struggles. We must rely upon God. We must also believe that He knows what’s best and will help us decide how to serve Him in our singleness.

It must be dreadful to face loneliness without Jesus. If you’re in that category today, my friend, you need to start — I mean really start — getting the Solid Rock beneath you. The water is rising, and only a house that’s build on solid rock can stand.

7:45 AM It’s another beautiful day here in Southside. Off to convocation and then (I hope) a long bike on the Neuse River Greenway. Classes for me begin next Monday. In 1929, Ernest Dimnet wrote a book called The Art of Thinking. He believed that 19 out of 20 people don’t think. They react. They are automatons. I would hope things have changed a bit since then. I want my students to learn the art of thinking. Nothing is more important. Except the art of living. Thinking gives rise to the actions that determine our lives. We must make every effort to develop the habit of thinking. That’s true whether you’re a 6-year old or a 66-year old. “The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts” (C. S. Lewis).

Time to get out the water hose again!

Wednesday, August 15   

1:44 PM Now here’s a scary thought. There’s only 52 days before my first ultramarathon on Oct. 6 in Farmville. D minus 52, I guess you could say. I’ve read a ton about how to prepare for your first ultra and to be honest, the more I read, the less confident I become. Here’s the thing. No matter how well you train, things can always go terribly wrong on race day. No matter how well prepared (you think) you are, you can still end up not doing well. So if you have any tidbits of advice, let me know. Meanwhile, my training continues. Today I did a 1-hour lift at the Y. Nothing too strenuous, just some upper body work and stomach crunches while being very careful to avoid anything having to do with my delts (which are still recovering from being overworked by yours truly last week). Then I went to the public pool (which happened to actually be OPEN today) and got in a swim. I would LOVE to lose about 10 pounds, because the more weight you carry around with you, the more difficult it is to run. Being a bachelor who’s also a meatasaurous doesn’t help. Dietary changes need to be gradual if they are to last, but I’m a very impatient guy. I’m a healthy eater for the most part (I do cheat from time to time), but I struggle with a body that’s not built to run long distances. Cooking at home more often is helping some, as well as trying not to live off of freezer food. But hey, the temptation to throw junk food down the gullet never seems to disappear. I still eat meat, just less of it. I know I need to eat more vegetables. Training (and diet) are definitely a challenge. In fact, life is all about the challenge. But truth be told, I have completely fallen in love with racing. How much longer? Only God knows. I’m just happy to be mobile. 🙂

After my swim today I kicked back and soaked up the gorgeous sun. My mind went sort of in a weird direction. I began to muse, “Dave, any regrets? Anything you’d do over if you could in your 66 years?” I thought about my career. Let’s say I didn’t end up in the classroom. What would I have done with my life? Or how about studying abroad for my doctorate? Was it worth all the trouble and expense? I honestly can’t say enough about how much fun it was to study in Basel. Living in Europe was such an amazing (and humbling) experience. I mean, where else can you:

  • Embarrass yourself in several languages? (Make a mistake in German or French, and you will be corrected.)

  • Play an alp-horn off key.

  • Be laughed at because Ronald Reagan was your president (“You mean to tell me that your president is an actor? You gotta be kidding.”).

  • Have your landlord control your apartment’s thermostat so that you froze during the winter.

Okay, so we never really froze during the winter (that’s what hot baths are for). But as I look back at my life, there’s very little I think I would want to do differently. I guess I could have become an airline pilot (my Walter Mitty identity). Well. Not really. I can’t even change a light bulb without instructions. Or I guess I could have stayed stateside and done my doctorate. Well. Probably not. Too much busywork for my taste. I am now, more than ever, convinced that God has only good in store for us, and that nothing can separate us from His love, and that He does indeed guide His children both personally and professionally. No matter how hard I think things have become, and no matter how much second guessing I do, I have been blessed with friends who show me with their lives that God always makes a way for His children.

I could arguably be the poster child for worry. As I look forward to the next 10 years or so of my life, I wonder: Will I finish well? And by “well,” I don’t mean “well” by worldly standards. I mean “well” as God defines “well”ness. In the middle of my brokenness, I’ve arrived at the place where Jesus’ “well done” trumps my publishers’ and students’ “well said.” Before you desert me, let me add that I think things should be said well. But I want to belong to a Christian community known for its deeds as much as its words. As John Stott puts it in the book I’m now reading (one of many books by Stott I’m reading these days), “What we need is not less knowledge but more knowledge, so long as we act upon it” (Your Mind Matters, p. 84). Paul put it this way: “If I have not love, I am nothing.” I thank God for my mind. I thank God that He delivered me from the spirit of anti-intellectualism in which I was raised. I also thank God that He’s still in the business of changing me, not only my habits but my heart.

Like I said, I like challenges. While exercising, my body talks to me. It’s telling me that I’m not really 66. “Age is just a number,” it reminds me. It’s telling me that I am an athlete capable of so much more activity than I ever suspected. Maybe, just maybe, even a 31-mile ultra. In short, today I am the man I always was. Lazy and undisciplined. Studious and self-giving. Confident yet fearful. The body, soul, and mind that I have — for whatever length of time I still have on this earth — can still become whole and healthy. For that, I can only thank Him.

8:10 AM Hey guys. Just wanted to give you a brief running update. This morning I registered for the Flying Pig Marathon to be held next May in Cincinnati. It will be my third consecutive Pig. My daughter and her husband will be running it with me. It will be their first marathon. The race usually falls on the same weekend as the Kentucky Derby so the city is slammed packed. I can definitely recommend the Flying Pig if this is going to be your first 26.2 mile race. The course is fun but it does have its challenging sections. I’ve divided the course into five parts:

  • My Old Kentucky Home

  • Conquering Everest

  • Enjoying the ‘Hoods

  • Will This Highway Never End?

  • The Home Stretch

Actually, the worst hill comes at mile 24. It’s not huge, but it comes at a point where you just want to be done with the race and have very little gas left in your tank. So … will you be doing the Pig next year? How did you get into long distance running? Do you dislike hills as much as I do? Today I also registered for this Saturday’s 24th annualRun for Life 5K in Cary. I think this will be my fourth time competing in this race at the WakeMed Soccer Park. All proceeds benefit BirthChoice, which provides free services to pregnant women in the greater Raleigh area. Great race. Great cause.

That’s all for now.

Make America Chafe Again!

Dave

Tuesday, August 14   

9:08 PM The other day I got this crazy idea in my head. More than anything, I had an insatiable craving to entertain guests in the formal dining room here at Bradford Hall, something I hadn’t done in a very long time. My wife designed it, and my son built it, so the room has a very special place in my heart. So tonight I hosted the Bradsher clan and we spent the better part of 3 hours having the most fun. My granddaughter set the table, and did a marvelous job don’t ya think?

They risked their digestions on my homemade spaghetti, and then we enjoyed fresh cobbler (as in baked today) that my daughter brought.

The kids enjoyed feeding the donks …

… and petting them …

… and Papa B, of course, enjoyed reading to them a story (“Melody’s Cookie Cover Up” in the Psalty series).

It’s hard to sit down and try to quantify just how full my heart is right now. Today? Definitely a good one.

Let’s see. Shall I bike or climb a mountain tomorrow?

3:30 PM Just back from my bike in Farmville. As you can see, it was a beautiful day to be outdoors.

The humidity was less than 50 percent. I got in my 20 miles.

But I felt like I could have kept going forever. I came home floating. Thank you, Lord, for this gorgeous day.

8:24 AM Good morning, fellow Gospelers! Today I’m writing up my review of this 600-page doctoral dissertation.

Ronald Hock, in his now classic The Social Context of Paul’s Ministry: Tentmaking and Apostleship, argued that Paul had four possible means of support to finance his missionary work:

  • He could charge fees (as did the Sophists).

  • He could accept literary patronage.

  • He could beg (as did the Cynic philosophers).

  • He could work as an artisan.

In this dissertation, the author argues that Paul availed himself of a fifth model: the societas. There’s nothing really new here, of course. Years ago, Paul Sampley made much the same argument in his Pauline Partnership with Christ (which I cite extensively in my essay on theauthorship of the Christ hymn in Phil. 2:5-11). What’s new in this dissertation is the author’s thorough examination of hitherto neglected documentary sources, namely the papyri and inscriptions. Indeed, for me the most helpful part of this lengthy tome are the two appendices on (1) partnership language in the inscriptions and (2) partnership language in the papyri. 

Right now I’m off to pick up my mountain bike in Farmville and get in a long ride. The day is absolutely gorgeous and I may end up getting in some laps at the public pool afterwards. Then it’s back home to mow the yard and prepare a meal for my dinner guests.

Make it a great day wherever you are!

Monday, August 13   

4:55 PM I’m having dinner guests tomorrow night so I figured it was time to get the puppy all purdied up. Sorry, Sheba girl, for using men’s shampoo on you, but that’s all I got.

Right now she’s experiencing post-bath hyperactivity. Don’t know what that is? Just ask any dog owner. Sheba is 97 years old on the human scale. The sweet thing has to use the handicap ramp to get up and down the porch. Girl, I’m probably not far behind you. There’s only so much you can do when a faithful companion grows old. Old dogs, like older people, need lots of TLC. I’ve had Sheba for just over 13 years now. I can still remember the day when Becky brought her home from Greensboro. Sheba stole my heart then and she steals my heart today. I’m one blessed guy to still have her around. She is such a big part of our family. Everybody loves Sheba. Shelties are awesome dogs. Great temperaments, and loving personalities. I honestly can’t imagine life without one.

4:04 PM Hey guys. Just thought I’d give you a quick workout update. My training schedule for today called for a 20-mile bike at the High Bridge Trail in Farmville. Because it’s a crushed gravel surface, I can only use my mountain bike on it and not my road bike. My mountain bike has been in the shop in Farmville and I was planning on getting it out today for my ride but forgot that the store is closed on Mondays, so instead I did a 10-mile bike at the Tobacco Heritage Trail between LaCrosse and Brodnax, VA. Afterwards I planned on doing a 250-yard swim at the public pool, but for some reason it too was closed today, so I did my swim at the Y instead.

I feel really good about both of my workouts today, so I’m giving myself a big thumbs up. My ultra is exactly 2 months from today and I still have lots of preparation to do for the race. So tomorrow I’ll pick up my mountain bike and try to get in a good long 20-miler. I’m halfway through the month and I still plan to get in another 100 miles or so of training, Lord willing.

I’m getting real excited about the ultra in October. Can you tell? I’ve never attempted anything of this magnitude before so I had better be prepared for it.

Well, I’ll stop my rambling (for now at least).

8:40 AM Next week Wednesday my NT 2 class begins. The official title is “New Testament Introduction and Interpretation 2.” Yawn. I’m calling it “Becoming New Covenant Christians: Living a Life of Sacrificial Service to God and Others by Following the Downward Path of Jesus.” The course deals with Acts through Revelation. There’ll be a lot of facts, data, details, information, etc., most of it drawn from my book The New Testament: Its Background and Message. But the goal isn’t knowledge. I think of this class as “training” for life.” It’s like learning how to run a marathon. The first step is knowledge and motivation. But the real test comes only by running the race itself. It’s the same with learning how to become New Covenant Christians. Truth receivers need to become truth practitioners. Here’s a screen shot from the syllabus. Get the idea?

Hence I’ve designed the following SLOs for the class (Student Learning Outcomes). By the end of the course students will be able to:

  • Show from Scripture what Christ’s upside-down kingdom looks like.

  • Discuss what a New Testament church looks like.

  • Outline each New Testament book from Acts to Revelation.

  • Explain the basics of the authorship, date, purpose, etc. of each of these writings.

  • Wrestle intelligently with the major interpretative issues that arise within these books.

  • Engage in towel-and-basin ministries with a view towards leading not-yet Christians to faith in Christ. Each student must choose a ministry that is new to them and is regular and sacrificial.

Hear this: I don’t think God wants us to minimize knowledge. Ignorance isn’t His medium. But Jesus finished the “discussion” on the cross, and that’s exactly where we all need to go as well. There’s no time for anything else. So while we’re warring with each other, Jesus is waging war against sin and injustice and is calling us to join Him. The Christian life actually isn’t all that complicated. You gain your life by losing it. What really counts is that all the information and knowledge we amass be conformed to one purpose: to allow us to speak more clearly and unambiguously God’s truth into a hurting world.

Today I’m happily sequestered on 123 beautiful acres enjoying the morning breeze and watching the donkeys nip grass. The Artist of the Universe is everywhere you look, but He’s also fanning to flames in my heart the desire to live out His mission. If we all lived sacrificially, the world couldn’t ignore us any longer.

Sunday, August 12   

6:02 PM Thank You Notes:

1) Thank you, petroleum jelly. You make races possible. You are my soul mate.

2) Thank you, Phil. 4:13. I know Paul probably didn’t have running in mind when he wrote that promise, and yes, I realize that the exegesis here might be a little suspect, but the guy I met today at the race with that verse on his t-shirt was at least being intentional about the Gospel.

3) Thank you, anonymous ATC who tried to help a suicidal pilot land his stolen aircraft yesterday, for doing such a great job in what I imagine were very trying circumstances. No controller I would suspect is trained to deal with mental heath issues but there you were, dealing with it anyway. Hope you get the support you deserve. You did one fantastic job. I might use the YouTube of your conversation when I discuss Jesus as our sympathetic High Priest in Hebrews 4 this semester.

4) Thank you, Heather Heyer’s mom, for the reminder that we never forget our lost loved ones but work as hard as we can to leverage their death for good. Prayers going up on this, the one-year anniversary of her senseless murder.

5) Than you, Other Runners. Just when I feel like I want to quit, you give me the Head Nod of Approval, and on I go. Lord, let me be an encouragement to others like that.

4:12 PM Hey guys! The race is over and the results are in. First place went to 33-year old Dwayne Dixon with a time of 40:54. I finished 258th out of 358 participants with a time of 1:17:54. I placed second in my division (ages 65-69).

I’ve gotten to know both of these guys pretty well over the past year. They’ve been regulars in the greater Raleigh tri circuit for decades. In fact, this is the same order the three of us placed in the Rex Wellness Triathlon in Garner a few weeks ago. Ron Sauer always comes in first, and Ken Frinzl or I usually appear in second or third place out of about 6 runners in our age group. Today was Ron’s 68th birthday. His wife told me before the race, “It’s Ron’s birthday today, so be sure to let him win.” To which I drily replied, “You have nothing to worry about, I assure you.” Ron always beats me by a good 12-13 minutes. After the awards ceremony, I told Ron to hurry up and graduate to the 70-99 age group so I could be rid of him! I consider myself a casual runner and not a competitive runner. As someone who finished next to last in the Allen (TX) Marathon on January 1 of this year (the temp was 1 degree that morning; there were 750 runners signed up for the race; 44 finished; I was #43), I can tell you what it feels like to have a police car or an ambulance trailing you. But the emotion of just crossing the finish line is as powerful for the last place finisher as for the first. That said, there’s no denying the fact the human soul is made for competition. I’ve found myself locked in battle with people twice my age and half my age. As long as the competition remains “friendly,” all is well. I love running with (and against!) Ron and Ken, but regardless of my finish time, I can look myself in the eye with respect after the race because I’ve done my best. You may not be the fastest person out there on the course, my friend, but running will embrace you anyway and offer you rewards beyond a cheap medal and a t-shirt. One day, in fact, you won’t even recognize yourself. And if you run long enough, you’ll come across some really inspiring people and even get to know their names and faces. Ken climbed Kilimanjaro last year. In a month he leaves for Machu Pichu. And he’s 67. Both of these guys are in-your-face reminders to me that I have the God-given capability inside myself to overcome so much. Today I got back to the house sweaty and a bit weary, but then I immediately started planning for my training tomorrow. I guess the old saying is true after all: Behave like a runner long enough and you eventually become one.

Thanks for reading,

Dave

Saturday, August 11   

3:40 PM I’m very excited — and nervous — about tomorrow’s sprint triathlon in Wake Forest. Excited because when I did this event last year I did the bike portion on my super slow mountain bike and was killed in that leg. Hopefully this year I can set a new PR for the course. But I’m also nervous. Last week, while lifting at the gym, I pulled a muscle in my right deltoid. Not a big tear, but just enough to make you uncomfortable. Of course, since you don’t use your delts when cycling or running, that shouldn’t be an issue tomorrow. But swimming is altogether another story. I use the crawl stroke during triathlons. This involves four basis phrases:

  • Catch (when your hand enters the water)

  • Pull (when your hand moves the water toward the back of your body)

  • Exit (when your hand exits the water just past your hip)

  • Recovery (when your hand comes back to the front of your body)

You use your delts during each phase of this stroke. I’m not anticipating any major problems tomorrow, though I won’t be surprised if my swim time is slower than usual. Once again, I’ll be starting the swim at the back of the pack because there’s a lot less jostling when you do that and it allows you to avoid the “washing machine” effect. At 66, I love the challenge of a triathlon. I triathlon (there, I just made the noun into a verb!) because I love the hours you put into training and because I enjoy being around obsessed people. Oh yeah, I can also be competitive, but mostly with myself. Am I trying to prove something? Maybe!

By the way, one of our new faculty members is a runner. He’s even done a few marathons though he tells me he hasn’t run in years. Well, I told him it’s never too late to start running — again. When I finished my first 5K, the urge to keep going hit me like a ton of bricks. In many ways, running was my own mental therapy. Today I wake up every morning more thankful than ever for the ability to move. I hope to run both Chicago and New York next year, and maybe Boston the following. But I also love to motivate others to cross the finish line. Don’t let your age stand in the way of your running. It’s never too late to start. Studies have shown that it’s not only safe for people over 50 to run marathons, but that it can improve your overall fitness. If I’m that slow and can still finish endurance challenges, surely you can too. First place, last place, or somewhere in the middle, get out there and just enjoy yourself!

P.S. The latest weather in Wake Forest? “Showers and a thunderstorm tomorrow morning through Monday afternoon.” O my.

10:50 AM Hey, check out Flourishing Faith, where you can preorder custom made paintings like these.

Ain’t they beautiful? I’ve already ordered two as gifts (one for myself!).

9:45 AM Hello bloggers! I’ve finally decided to give you a summary of John Stott’s bookThe Living Church: Convictions of a Lifelong Pastor.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to summarize the writings of a man who was such a profound thinker? For cry’n out loud! Stott discusses (among many things) the church’s “self-understanding.” In fact, I might call chapter 3 a “mini-theology” of the church. I can summarize the heart of Stott’s discussion in three points:

1) There are two false images of the church prevalent today. On the one hand is what Stott calls “introverted Christianity.” This is the church that is completely into itself, like an ingrown toenail. The church resembles little more than a golf club, except that the focus is God rather than golf. At the opposite extreme, says Stott, lies “religionless Christianity.” The focus here is not on divine service but the secular city. Worship is reinterpreted as mission, love for God as love for neighbor, and prayer to God as encounter with people.

2) There’s a third way to understand the church, says Stott, a way that combines what is true in both false images, a way that recognizes that followers of Jesus have a responsibility both to gather and to go, to worship God and to serve the world, to maintain a vertical focus and a horizontal focus at the very same time. Stott calls this the “double identity of the church.” The church is the people of God who’ve been called out of the world to worship God and then sent right backinto the world to witness and serve in Jesus’ name. The church, in other words, is both “holy” (set apart) and apostolic (incarnational).

3) Nobody has exhibited such “holy worldliness” (the term is Alec Vidler’s) better than the Lord Jesus Himself who, on the one hand, never compromised His own unique identity but who, on the other hand, assumed the full reality of our humanness and made Himself one with us in our frailty. This Jesus now sends us into the world (John 20:21) to penetrate other people’s worlds just as He penetrated ours. We do this in three ways, says Stott:

  • We struggle to understand their worldview.

  • We try to empathize with their pain.

  • We acknowledge the humiliation of their social situation, whether homelessness, poverty, unemployment, racial discrimination, etc. In short, we go inside the loneliness of the lonely, the doubts of the doubters, the questions of the questioners, and the sorrow of the sorrowing. As we do this, we gain the right to share with them the gospel.

I don’t think any of us would disagree with the three points Stott makes above. Our churches are either too ingrown or too worldly. But our divine calling is to be holy and worldly at the same time. Stott writes:

The most common fault is for the church to be structured for “holiness” rather than “worldliness,” for worship and fellowship rather than mission.

Please read that again. The center of the church, Stott insists, lies outside itself. Or, as I’ve said ad nauseum on this blog, the gathering exists for the going. This is essential. Because if we fail to get this right, we are in danger of perpetuating “come” structures rather than “go” structures. The gathering becomes an end in itself, not a means of impacting the world with the gospel.

Put all this together and you arrive at Stott’s main point. “Come to Christ for worship and go for Christ in mission.” If you didn’t grow up in a Christian subculture, this will probably be all Greek to you. But for those who did, do you remember the centrality of “going to church”? Nothing was more important, not even evangelism (which was often defined as “bringing the unsaved to church”). So here’s my invitation to you. Turn yourself outwards to the world. This entry into other people’s world need not involve compromise. It should not be undertaken at the cost of your own Christian identity. But beware of becoming so insulated that you fail to live a mission-shaped life. Stott suggests (among many other things) adopting a local nightclub, not for the purpose of making occasional evangelistic “raids” into it, but to visit it regularly over a long period of time in order to make friends with the people who congregate there with a view to sharing with them the evangel, the good news. For me, the running community has become one of my newest mission fields. Many people look to running to help them cope with life. Jesus fraternized with the common people of His day. He identified with their sorrows and pain even though He never comprised, even for a moment, His sinlessness. His life was the very definition of “holy wordiness.”

There’s no substitute for genuine connection. We have the keys, folks! All we have to do is be the kind of friend we want for ourselves. Where to start? Maybe we could begin by looking around us. Who needs a helping hand? Who is lonely? Who is new to the neighborhood? Sure, we can spend all our time doing things with our Christian friends, but doing so leaves us starving for something else. Let’s be the body of Christ. And what did Christ do with His body? He gave it away for the world.

I encourage you all to read Stott’s powerful book. In another post (to come), I’ll try and summarize Stott’s chapter on “Giving.” Until then, let’s stay centered in Jesus.

Dave

Friday, August 10   

5:52 PM Whew! These past two days have been busy! Our faculty workshop took up most of yesterday and today. Then I got an invitation via email yesterday to write two 1,200-word essays for an online magazine. The topics? “Why Four Gospels?” and “Aging.” Aging? Now why would anybody want moi to write an essay on aging!!!??? I mean, seriously!!! I got up early this morning and knocked out both of those pieces. Old geezers don’t pussyfoot around, ya know? #writingnerd.

Yesterday too, I had dinner with one of my former doctoral students who now teaches New Testament fulltime in Wisconsin. Nice to see you again, Paul!

Finally (for now), after I left my Wake Forest office today I drove over to the Neuse River Greenway and got in a 20-mile bike.

It’s totally worth putting all these miles on your bike since the running leg of the triathlon will be easier if your legs and lungs are strong from cycling. We’ll see….

Before the sun sets, I still have to get up a few hundred bales of hay. No matter how busy you are, you’ll always have time for what’s important to you.

So there you have it. Short and sweet!

Thursday, August 9   

6:45 AM Today is Faculty Workshop, and I see that the school has been busy hiring new faculty. I look forward to meeting each and every one of them.

The sunrise this morning reminded me that God is always shining the sunshine of His truth upon our lives, truth that goes far beyond mere head knowledge. An example might be a truth which John Stott wrote in his Ephesians commentary and which I meditated upon this morning. “The traditional model [of the church],” he wrote (p. 167), “is that of the pyramid, with the pastor perched precariously on its pinnacle, like a little pope in his own church, while the laity are arrayed beneath him in serried ranks of inferiority.”

It is a totally unbiblical image [he adds], because the New Testament envisages not a single pastor with a docile flock but both a plural oversight and every-member ministry.

Remember, the good Dr. Stott was a member of the Church of England! Like all of us, pastors are so human. Little wonder the New Testament talks about a shared ministry, a “fellowship of leadership” to use Michael Green’s famous statement. After 58 years under steeples, I’ve become convinced of the truth of this. We’ll have more to say about this when we get to the so-called Pastoral Epistles this semester. The moral of the story is: Keep learning, keep growing, keep striving to become more obedient to the Scriptures. I’ll try to do the same. 

P.S. I’m a bit obsessive about the weather. They’re calling for rain on race day morning, with the possibility of thunderstorms. Ugh. Are umbrellas legal in a triathlon?

Wednesday, August 8   

7:04 PM Hey guys, and welcome back to my blog. Today I drove up to Richmond to try and get in a 20-mile bike in preparation for my triathlon this weekend. I ended up going 30!

The course is called the Virginia Capital Trail.

If that name sounds familiar to you, it’s because I biked about half of it a couple of months ago. My idea was to finish the other half today. I arrived in Richmond just in time to get one of the last parking spaces at the trailhead.

Then it was time to enjoy the beautiful day the Lord made. Isn’t the scenery fantastic?

I must have crossed 20 of these wooden bridges.

If you like historical markers as much as I do, then you will love this trail.

By the time I finished I had worked up a mammoth appetite. I knew that Richmond had a few Ethiopian restaurants so I thought I’d try the one on Grace St. It’s called the KuRu. As soon as I walked through the doors the owner Mesi made me feel right at home. The decor, the ambience, the food, the service, and of course the prices were outstanding!

The topper was that the restaurant was impeccably clean. Mesi’s restaurant has been open for only about 6 months and I hope it does really well. It’s location is perfect to attract business people and university students. Thank you for the outstanding service and meal, Mesi. I hope you enjoy Becky’s book. After all, she was a fellow Ethiopian!

I hope y’all had a fabulous day. I know this will make everyone’s green eyes pop out, but I’m cooking Korean barbeque beef for dinner tonight. I know, I know — that all’s I can cook. 

Happy miles, folks!

6:45 AM Like you, I begin my day by planning it out. When it’s not too hot, I do this on my front porch enjoying the beauty of the sunrise.

Then I usually end up in my office typing up my thoughts as I’m doing now. (Dear coffee: Thank you for making all of this possible.)

This is a good time to tell you what I’ve been reading these days in the Scriptures. This morning I was in a wonderful part of Ephesians I’m calling “Walking in Wisdom by Being Filled with the Spirit.” The passage is Eph. 5:15-22.

(Many translations, and even my Greek New Testament, begin a new paragraph in v. 21. This is a grave mistake in my opinion. Verses 18-21 are all one sentence in Greek.) In this chapter, Paul’s been describing the standards that are expected of God’s new society the church. God’s people are called (1) to personal purity (5:1-14) and (2) to practical wisdom (5:15-21). What’s immediately obvious is the threefold contrast Paul sets before his readers in 5:15-21. He says, in effect:

  • Don’t be unwise but wise.

  • Don’t be foolish but understand the will of God.

  • Don’t get drunk but go on being filled with the Spirit of God.

In other words, wise Christians make the most of their time. They invest every passing moment in eternity. Wise Christians also discern the will of God. Nothing is more important in life. What is God’s will for you this day, David? Have you thought about it? Prayed about it? Finally, wise Christians are filled (controlled) by the Spirit, the results of which are fourfold (as seen in the participles that follow): The praise of God, the worship of God, gratitude “always and for everything,” and mutual submission to Christ and to one another. If I’m filled with the Spirit, I will be (1) constantly worshipping and praising God with joy and thanksgiving, and (2) constantly speaking and submitting to my fellow believers. I don’t know how many more years God will leave me on this earth. But I acknowledge that what Paul is describing here is not the way I always live. I want to live more humbly, gratefully, hopefully, joyfully. Clinging to the past has not made me happier. It’s just made me mordant. That’s not the legacy I want to leave to my children and grandchildren.

So this has been my morning — trying to discern the will of God for me, praying over the day, making my plans, acknowledging to God how disappointed and tired I am of the American rat race, trying to be like Jesus, the most completely unselfish, ungreedy, and unpretentious man who ever lived. “Don’t be an imbecile,” says Paul. “Wise up. What you do today matters, and so does the why.”

So for now I’ll continue to pursue a life that is marked by simplicity and obscurity. It doesn’t matter what others think. For Christ’s kingdom to come, my kingdom will have to go. Time is fleeting, Dave old boy, and the days are evil. Once it has past, not even the smartest and wisest and most gifted Christian can recover it. 

Tuesday, August 7   

2:05 PM Remember when I told you that I am learning, ever so gradually, to balance activity and rest as I train for my October races? I don’t. But I went back and reread Sunday’s blog and then remembered that I had not only told you that rest is an essential part of training, but that you have to know when to say “when.” Well, today I woke up and my body was telling me to get outdoors and exercise, so off I went to South Hill to cycle 10 miles on the Tobacco Heritage Trail before swimming laps at the pool. Bike? Checked! Swim? Checked! When I left the pool I decided that since I had such a good workout I could gorge myself on hot dogs at the local convenience store. Boy was that good. After my jaw muscles had cramped from all the chewing, I stopped eating and struck up a conversation with the cashier, who I sensed might have hailed from India from his complexion and accent. Sure enough, he turns out to be from a state near Mumbai and also happens to be the owner of the convenience store/gas station. As we reminisced about his home country, I had the chance to share with him the story of the Becky Black Building in Bagdogra that was dedicated to the Lord in 2013. Before leaving, I gave him a copy of Becky’s autobiography My Life Story. What a very nice man. I’m so glad we could meet and talk.

On a different (though perhaps related) subject, earlier today I listened to a sermon while cycling. It was John Stott (there’s that name name again!) talking about the assignment Jesus entrusted to His followers shortly before He returned to heaven, and how we are to be His body, His hands, His eyes, His heart, and His mouth in this world — serving Him, loving Him, speaking for Him. This assignment is one we can fulfill wherever the Lord places us during the day. Our words, our thoughts, and our actions should all mirror His character and His love. If people fail to recognize Him in us, could it be that we are failing to do our job? Real love, said Stott, wants to share, to give, to reach out. It thinks of the other, not of itself. We’re here to shine in Jesus’ name, to bring out all the God-colors in this dark world and to help illuminate people’s way toward heaven. That’s the way it is with Christ. If He is truly Lord, we can’t keep silent about what He has done for us.

Well, it’s time to get back to work. The yards need mowing, the water troughs need cleaning out, and the weeds are craving a good dose of Round Up. It’s nice to do something other than swim, run, and bike. Anything to get me outdoors, I guess!

P.S. This beauty arrived today. It’s worth its weight in gold (and cost about as much). Eager to peruse it tonight while sipping mango juice on the front porch with my puppy.

Monday, August 6   

1:50 PM Today I slept in until 7:30, even though I originally awoke at 5:00 am (as I normally do). My body felt tired so I went back to sleep. When I woke up again I was entirely restored and refreshed in body and mind and ready to face the day. On the docket was a workout at the Y and a swim at the pool. I’ve done both and am now back on the farm. Today’s swim workout was important to me because my next sprint triathlon is this weekend. Tris are easy if you know what you’re doing. First of all, start at the back for the swim leg so you don’t have to pass (or be passed) by other swimmers. That way, when you get to the first transition area, you’ll be able to find your bike easily as it will be the last one there. Then all you have left is the cycle and the run. Easy cheesy. If things go well, you’ll probably end up in the back of the middle of the pack. If you doubt this, go to howtoloseatriathlon.com, a website that doesn’t exist.

Right now I’m typing up some notes on church unity for a lecture I plan to give this semester when we get to 1 Corinthians. Warring factions among the Corinthian believers had led to deep splits. Each group advocated their own “hero” for leadership. Paul was snubbed by most. For my lecture, I’ve been reading an appendix in John Stott’s wonderful book entitled The Living Church. The appendix is called “Why I Am Still a Member of the Church of England.” Years ago, it seems, there was a major falling out between  evangelicals in the Church of England, with some of them quitting the church altogether while others deciding to remain within its folds. Stott adopted the latter course of action. In his appendix, he tells us there are three options open to evangelicals who face this question of whether to stay or to leave.

The first option is that of separation or secession. These evangelicals argue that it would be intolerable to remain within a doctrinally compromised church. Stott agrees partially with this view. He commends the secessionists for their concern to maintain the doctrinal purity of the church. We should all share a zeal for the truth of God’s word, he says. But, he adds, secessionists tend to pursue the purity of the church at the expense of its unity. Stott notes how the 16th century Reformers were reluctant schismatics. They didn’t necessarily want to leave the Catholic Church. They wanted to reform it according to Scripture.

The second option, says Stott, is compromise and conformity. He notes that there are those who would be willing to remain with the Church of England at all costs, even if this meant that they lost their evangelical witness. In this option, differences are minimized for the sake of unity. This position, says Stott, is misguided. Evangelical Christians can’t conceal or smother their biblical convictions, he notes. That’s because our highest loyalty as evangelical believers is not to a party or a denomination but to revealed truth. We therefore insist on sola scriptura. And, while nothing is gained by becoming obstinate or uncooperative, for the good of the church and the glory of God, we must maintain our evangelical convictions.

The final option, and the one Stott himself prefers, is what he calls “comprehensiveness without compromise.” He argues that one can “stay in” without “caving in.” In short, Stott believes that both options 1 and 2 are unacceptable. Option 1 pursues truth at the expense of unity. Option 2 pursues unity at the expense of truth. But option 3 pursues truth and unity simultaneously, which is the only kind of unity commended by Christ and the apostles, a unity in truth.

Stott makes sense to me. His position (option 3) does justice to Scripture and to the power of the Gospel. I’m afraid, however, that in some situations this option will simply not be possible, especially when a first-order doctrine is at stake. Seeking unity is noble, necessary work. But it’s not easy. That’s because we church people are regular old sinners. However, God is big enough to lead us all, and who knows — together we just might see the kind of unity Jesus prayed would exist among His followers (John 17).

Sunday, August 5   

7:34 PM This morning’s message on Col. 3:1-17 was fabulous, not simply because I’m hopelessly biased toward the speaker (my daughter’s husband) but because his message contained all 3 essentials of a good sermon: transparency, relevance, and faithfulness to the text. Obviously, sermons are only starting points. Today’s message triggered a half dozen questions in my mind:

1) Is “on the sons of disobedience” in 3:6 to be retained or not? The words are almost certainly original in my view yet they are missing from many English translations today.

2) Why does Paul’s list in Col. 3:11 differ from the very similar one he writes in Gal. 3:20? In particular, why does the Colossians list mention “barbarians” and “Scythians” but leave out the “male/female” contrast? 

3) Finally — and this has nothing to do with the sermon today — since when can the editors of a hymnal change the wording of a hymn (in this case, “At the Cross’) without any explanation or footnotes? Didn’t Isaac Watts write “For such a worm as I” instead of “For sinners such as I”?

Why should we have an issue with worminess? William Carey’s tombstone reads:

If you feel your “but” rising up, I completely identify with the desire to make our hymnody less offensive, but my argument should be considered, especially when the original text makes for very good theology. Afterwards we all enjoyed pizza and I even heard a piano concert by my granddaughter.

When I got back home my intention was to get in a long run. Not. Sunday is my rest day, and my body needed it. At least my 3-hour nap seemed to indicate that. Dave giving himself permission to rest? Yep. This thick head of mine is finally learning that rest is a part of training. The physiological benefits of rest while training should be obvious to all, but novices like me tend to forget that the greater the training, the greater the need for recovery. “I can’t be tired; I only did a 5K yesterday” is not the healthiest example of self-talk. The last 30 days in numbers:

  • 200.5 miles.

  • 33 workouts

  • Weekly average of 20.3 miles, 4 hours and 47 seconds

I guess it’s all about knowing “when” to say “when.” Train, and then rest, and then train again, right?

Time to cook my supper!

6:58 AM Good morning friends! Happy to report that the race last night went well. It was even rain free!

I have to start by saying a huge THANK YOU to the race sponsors — Habitat for Humanity of Durham.

I am overwhelmed by the support they received for the race. It will help them build at least 3 houses in Durham. Besides that, I can honestly say this was one of the best 5Ks I’ve ever done. Not because of my finish time. I missed a new PR by about 3 minutes. I’m happy because I paced myself intelligently. My goals from start to finish were to give it my best, run the entire course, and conquer the hills (and there were many hills). Post race, though, I was absolutely drenched.

But I had completed a really difficult course in what for me is a great time and a better-than-usual pace. Glory to God!

Afterwards I hung around for the post-race shindig and had some great convos with fellow runners. It’s all about planting seeds for you know Who.

Running, like life, is alternatively easy and hard, good and not-so-good, boring and exhilarating. Above all, it’s immensely satisfying. If I can’t get any younger (and I can’t), I can at least get a little bit fitter. Today I’m living a life that only 4 years ago I would have considered a fantasy. I’m enjoying running so much (especially what it’s been teaching me about my walk with God) that I’ve started writing a book about it. I’m calling it They Shall Run and Not Grow Weary: 52 Devotions to Lighten Your Running Load. I love to take my experiences and distill them into black and white. And what keeps me going? Faith in God. His strength. Undeserved grace. His hand in mine. Don’t know if I can put into words what I’m thinking, but I’m going to try.

So there you have it. The briefest post-race report I think I’ve ever published. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.

Enjoy your day,

Dave

Saturday, August 4   

4:55 PM Just when I was about to build an ark, the sun came out. Whatdja know. Hey, what’s that blue stuff in the sky?

Which meant I could get in a 9 mile walk today between LaCrosse and Brodnax, VA.

If I look serious, it’s because I listened to several heavy-duty sermons by John Stott while I was walking.

I like listening to God speak through regular people. No affectation. And talk about deep. Anyways, I gotta get in the car and make my way down to the Durham Bulls Athletic Park for tonight’s run. Can’t let anybody beat me to the back of the pack.

8:12 AM It’s race day! Woohoo! The 5K starts at 7:45 tonight in downtown Durham, rain or shine. For many runners, it will be their first race. Millions of racers have gone before them. Each of us has faced the exact same fear and excitement. Each has learned the truth in the Runner’s Credo: There are no losers in a race. The measure of a true runner has very little to do with speed and PRs. I was reminded of this fact yesterday while I was perusing the running blogs. Have I ever mentioned the name Jamie Watts before? This year, Jamie completed her first marathon. She was born with cerebral palsy. She didn’t walk until she was 3. Jamie has to concentrate with every step to get her body to cooperate. She took up the sport of running in 2012, two years before I did. At the age of 33, she decided she would run 34 races before she turned 34. She went on to finish 40 races by her 34th birthday. In 2016, she ran her first half marathon. She started the Marine Corps Historic Half at 2:28 am. She finished 7 hours and 53 minute later. In April of this year, Jamie completed the New Jersey Marathon. She started the race at 10:00 pm the night before. The other competitors started at 7:30 am. The winner finished in 2 and a half hours. Jamie’s time was 14 hours and 33 minutes.

Sometimes in life I think we need to rethink our definition of success. The road of life is not always smooth or flat. Every runner has to learn to take the first step. Each of us, in our own way, has to find that courage. Whether you like it nor not, you’re the only you that you will ever get. What you decide to do with your life is up to you. Every day, every race, gives you the opportunity to improve. And, as a follower of Jesus, I realize I never run alone. I have never won a race. I never will. But life is bigger than loss because God is bigger than loss. Life on earth is not the end. My loved ones are in heaven now because they trusted in Jesus, who loved them and died for them and who was raised for their sake. My wife Becky lives in a reality I long to enter one day, in God’s good time. I hope and pray I will see all of you there too. Let me encourage you to trust Jesus today if you haven’t done so already. As a Christian, you will still have problems on this earth. But believe me, the story that God will begin to write in your life will be a story that He will finish, and it will be a good story. Countless people can testify to the limitless power that God has to sustain them through every challenge of life.

Gohere and watch Jamie finish her marathon. It will truly move you. I will never forget the look of pure, unabashed joy on her face. It’s a reminder to me, and I hope to all of you, that we need to be more grateful for what do have and spend less time complaining about what we don’t have. 

Run on, Dave

Friday, August 3   

9:24 PM Hey guys. I’ve been offline all day. Advanced System Care just took 8 hours to remove a very malicious trojan on my hard drive and run a full scan. Sure glad we found it. I found a wonderful story about perseverance that I can’t wait to share with you in the morning. Night, all.

8:55 AM Good morning, fellow bloggerites! I’m currently reviewing a book called Liebe als Agape (Love as Agape) for publication in Filologia Neotestamentaria.

Love is difficult to define in any language. I love my kids and grandkids. I also love Korean food. What is love? Next time you’re reading 1 Corinthians 13, you might try “fleshing out” love. Be practical. Be real. For example:

  • Love is the patience Becky displayed when I was building her raised garden beds.

  • Love is the kindness my son showed me when he volunteered to repair my bush hog.

  • Love is the absence of jealousy among the faculty at my school.

  • Love is the humility I see in my elders whose gifts could otherwise make them conceited or proud.

  • Love is the politeness I experience whenever I’m at Food Lion.

I think you get the idea. Try writing down a few applications of your own. Remember: Hebrews is a “word of encouragement” (13:22).

I beg you, my dear brothers and sisters, to listen patiently to this message of encouragement ….

And we are to answer with our willingness to be conduits of encouragement to each other (3:12-13):

My fellow believers, be careful that no one among you has a heart so evil and unbelieving that they will turn away from the living God. Instead, you must keep on encouraging one another each and every day, as long as the word “Today” applies to us.

Paul is writing to a group of people whose world was caving in around them. They were bruised with adversity. They needed to be encouraged, to be helped, yes, even to be rebuked. But if you’re going to confront and rebuke and wound, be sure to be there to apply the salve afterwards.

Is my life a message of encouragement today? Is my blog? Is my classroom demeanor? What can we say this very day that will lift the hearts of others? After all, none of us can be assured of another “Today.”

Love,

Dave

Thursday, August 2   

6:22 PM Hey folks! Time for a training update? The funny thing about my “20” mile bike ride today was (1) that it was cut short (I only did 12.7 miles) and (2) that I finished much faster than I started. That’s because at around mile six I got caught in a downpour and had to race back to the car as fast as the crushed gravel would allow me to pedal (see avg. speed summary below. It’s hilarious.).

When I finished, I felt liked a drowned rat. I was soaked, but at least I was cool. I’m calling it a successfully failed bike ride. I am not a cyclist and don’t claim to be one. But rides are good for crosstraining, and so I doeth them. Meanwhile, Map My Run sent me this reminder.

While July wasn’t in the “incredible” category, I feel good about going over 180 miles. Definitely feeling good about my fall races. Right now, though, our weather is crazy. Let’s just say we’re soaked. Which makes working out all that more challenging. Weather teaches you to be flexible. You do what can, when you can. But, you are tough. You meet your goal. You suffer. You get wet. Today I came this close (imagine my thumb and forefinger about a centimeter apart) to not biking today. Of course, if I had heard thunder, I would have bailed, big time. That’s why I try and keep my goals in mind always. And my biggest, hugest, gignormousest goal for 2018? Finishing a 31-mile ultra.

What are your year-end goals? I’d like to eat cleaner and cook more at home. I’d like to have a more plant-based diet. I’d like to shed a few more pounds. I’d like to eat only locally sourced meat (since I’m not slaughtering and butchering my own beef any more). I’d like to push my body and mind to boundaries unknown. I’d like to draw closer to my Father. I have lots of other goals but they all revolve around stewardship. Nothing I have is mine — not my body, not my house, not my strength, nothing. Being a faithful steward is the hardest thing we will ever do. It’s a sweaty struggle. But it’s the most rewarding thing we’ll ever do too.

Thanks for reading,

Dave

8:44 AM Just listened to an excellent message on “brotherly love” in Heb. 13:2. Note the verbal aspect here: “Let brotherly love continue.” My question is: What would we lose if we rendered the Greek, “Keep on loving one another as Christian brothers and sisters”? Much would be gained, I should think. By the way, the sermon pointed out that the 7 virtues Peter mentions in 2 Pet. 1:5-7 include both philadelphia and agapē:

Do your best to add goodness to your faith; and to your goodness add knowledge, and to your knowledge add self-control, and to your self-control add endurance, and to your endurance add godliness, and to your godliness add brotherly love, and to your brotherly love add love.

“To your love add love”? I like what the NET Bible does with the last two virtues here. The words philadelphia and agapē are translated “brotherly affection” and “unselfish love.” Koester, in his Hebrews commentary, takes it a step further. He translates Heb. 13:2 as: “Let care for the brethren abide.” He wants to show how “philadelphia is more of a bond than a feeling” (p. 557).

Using “care” rather than “love” helps to show the connections with care for strangers (13:2) and care fore [sic] money (13:5).

Just how can I better express care for my Christian brothers and sisters? I know can I do better at this. I’m going to start by saying “Thank you” more often than I do. In my emails. On my blog. In my classrooms. In my office quad. It’s not just people I forget to thank. It’s God. Why couldn’t we write an email to … God? Maybe it would read something like this:

Dear God,

Thank You for _____________. And for ___________. These gifts have made a huge difference in my life. I’d just like to say, “Thank You.”

Love,

Dave

I thank you for reading this. The Lord bless you as you discern how to better express your love, care, and gratitude toward your brothers and sisters in Christ this very day.

7:45 AM A couple of random musings before starting my day. Very random!

1) You might have noticed that yesterday’s post dated 9:55 am wasn’t actually published until about 9:00 last night. I had just uploaded the latest version of FileZilla and it took that long before my site could be read by my server. For a while there, I was worried that FileZilla was no longer working, and since FZ is the only platform that allows me to upload from Front Page I thought, “There goes my blog.” Does anyone else feel my pain? When you self-identify as a blogger, and can’t blog “normal,” it effects your entire life. It would be very hard for me stop blogging after 15 years of doing it almost daily. Idol or hobby? Honestly, sometimes it’s hard to say. I once wrote a piece calledWhy I Blog. I think I still agree with what I said then. I blog because I’m trying to become a follower of King Jesus. I share this journey with you in the hopes of showing you how the soul grows through loss and how God uses the ordinary stuff of our lives to redeem us. Sometimes, of course, my blog is little more than a brain dump (like this morning). Either way, I hope you continue to benefit from reading it.

2) The older Tom gets, the farther he runs and the better his movies become.That’s a fact, folks. (As for MI: Fallout. Preposterous plot. AMAZING STUNTS.)

3) Meet Yovana Portillo.

In 2016, as a healthy 35-year old, Yovana was diagnosed with stage 1B mucinous adenocarcinoma, i.e., lung cancer. Doctors removed the lower lobe of her left lung. Two years after her diagnosis she’s celebrating being cancer-free by running in her first marathon. I’ll be joining Yovana and other lung cancer survivors on October 28 in DC, where I’m running the Marine Corps Marathon as part ofTeam LUNGevity. Thank you, God, for the ability to enjoy running, and for allowing me to meet so many wonderful people like Yovana. 

4) What makes somethinga cult?

5) How tostart running. (You knew this was coming!)

Ciao!

Wednesday, August 1   

9:55 AM Hey folks! August has gotten off to crazy start. It’s already been an extremely busy morning. Not sure how it happened, but I’ve been juggling plates like crazy. Here’s a snippet of my life beyond my farm chores, animal care, cooking and cleaning, etc.

  • Just finished Greg Boyd’s book Benefit of the Doubt.

  • Started Scot McKnight’s A Fellowship of Differents.

  • Stumbled across a YouTube by a guy named Andrew Farley.

  • This led me to Google the “Hyper Grace” or “False Grace” Movement.

  • I read The Rebellion of Antinomianism.

  • Then I read John Macarthur’s excellent sermon calledTotal Forgiveness and the Confession of Sin.

  • This led me to the book of Hebrews and how the Father disciplines His children out of love.

See, I’ve got lots of pots on the fire. I’m studying the doctrines of forgiveness and repentance for my book Godworld. I love how John MacArthur distinguishes between judicial forgiveness and paternal forgiveness. Wise words. And with this I (finally!) came back to the book of Hebrews, especially chapter 12, where I spent about an hour this morning studying both the Greek and English texts. Put all this together and you arrive at the conclusion that the Father expects us to look out for our hearts and confess our sins and, when we don’t, He disciplines us. I encourage all to read or listen to John MacArthur’s powerful message.

Meanwhile, life goes on. Today I hope to get in a 20 mile bike before the rains return. I’m looking forward to another long run tomorrow followed by a swim. August will be a time for me to get back into racing — and the classroom. I’m scheduled to do two races this month (the Bull Moon 5K in Durham this Saturday night and the Rex Wellness Triathlon on the 12th), attend our faculty workshop on the 9th and 10th, begin teaching on Monday the 20th, and “other.” I’m not sure what the “other” category entails yet, but there are always surprises in life. I think the old bod is holding up pretty well despite all the workouts I make it do. As for my emotions, I took a pretty big hit yesterday. I was talking to my daughter in Birmingham about attending my granddaughter’s choral performance on Nov. 2 when it hit me: that date will be the fifth anniversary of Becky’s homegoing. Let’s state the obvious: No, I haven’t completely recovered from losing her. The tears began flowing. Thankfully, it wasn’t the crushing, exhausting pain I first experienced when Becky died. Not the searing, agonizing realization that you live alone in a big house where “she” is in everything you see. But then the tears disappeared as quickly as they came. It’s this jumble of emotion that surprises you as you go through your day. And maybe that God’s gift to me. Maybe that’s His way of reminding me that there is nothing in nature that is hidden from His sight, least of all the pain of a widower perched in the middle of a raging river with nowhere to go but deeper into His love. I’m not on this earth to live my own life, untouched by the suffering all around me. Jesus got dirty and hurt when He was on this planet. What I do know is that His victory over death has been won (perfect tense y’all) whether I can understand it or not and whether I can feel it on or not in my emotions. And so you cry and you pray and you read Scripture and you do, because there are grandkids to love and concerts to attend.

In “The Rebellion of Antinomianism” (see above for the link), the author quoted a stanza from “Depth of Mercy,” a hymn by Charles Wesley.

What a promise! Is it any wonder I trust and love Him? For all of this, I count myself as blessed among men.

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A Balm in Gilead

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A Balm in Gilead

 David Alan Black 

A small boy heard a soloist sing, “There Is a Balm in Gilead.” At dinner he reported to his parents that the soloist had sung about a “bomb” in some place called “Gilead.”

We live in an age of bombs and destruction. And things are getting worse, not better. But there is a balm in Gilead (Jeremiah 8:22). In this world we shall have tribulation, but God can keep us in perfect peace. The key is not to fear those who kill the body but to fear God.

We need to return to the absolute sovereignty of God in our lives. The secret of the early church is simply that it was God-focused and Spirit-filled. Believers had power to do things they would otherwise have been frightened to death even to contemplate. They had courage that was contagious. They lived in utter dependence upon God for their every need. They enjoyed freedom from fear and worry and a host of evils that otherwise would have enslaved them. They could do this because they looked to God for every need of body, soul, and spirit.

We need to be guided and empowered by the Holy Spirit. He takes no orders from any man. He is not a flunky of the political top brass. He is our Guide, our Rock, our Comforter.

There is, today, a balm in Gilead.  

Refrain

There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole;
There is a balm in Gilead
To heal the sin sick soul.

Some times I feel discouraged,
And think my work’s in vain,
But then the Holy Spirit
Revives my soul again.

Refrain

If you can’t preach like Peter,
If you can’t pray like Paul,
Just tell the love of Jesus,
And say He died for all.

Refrain

December 15, 2004

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com. He is the author of Why I Stopped Listening to Rush and numerous other books.

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The Myth of Adolescence: Raising Responsible Children in an Irresponsible Society was originally published in 1999.

Chapters include:

  • God’s Pattern for Human Growth
  • Exploding the Myth of Adolescence
  • The Home Training of Jesus
  • Jesus and the Age Twelve Transition
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Cracked Pots

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Cracked Pots

 David Alan Black

I often refer to the glorious doctrine of man’s complete and utter inability (AKA, the doctrine of total depravity) on this website, if for no other reason than this writer is never insensible to his own utter and complete ineptitude and inadequacy. As Paul puts it so pithily in 2 Corinthians 4:7, “We have this treasure in earthen pots of clay, so that the surpassing greatness of the power might be of God, and not of us.” Now the term “pots of clay” (or “earthen vessels”) implies something brittle, inferior, expendable. Paul could have compared the Christian to a piece of exquisitely crafted Greek pottery (I have many such pieces in my office)—an object of great beauty and magnificence—but, being a realist, he prefers an image that underscores our human weakness and lowliness—the kind of earthen vessel that nobody bothered to mend after it had broken.

Elsewhere Paul can write of God choosing “the foolish things of the world to shame the wise [and] the weak things of the world to shame the strong” (1 Corinthians 1:27). His point, it seems to me, is that the treasure has nothing to do with the container, so that others might recognize that the power, the glory, comes from God alone. This is nothing other than divine paradox: the strength of God being manifested in those who are weak; the wisdom of God being expressed through mere “nothings” in the world’s eyes; the powerful Gospel being borne by jars of clay. Paul, in short, is claiming to be a “cracked pot,” if you will, or at least a “crackable pot”—a brittle and delicate vessel that can survive the knocks of life not because of the durability of the pot but because of the sustaining grace of God. 

The truth is that if there are any good works in the Christian life, they are non-meritorious. “Not the labors of my hands can fulfill Thy law’s demands.” God rejects every work of man, that is, every work on which man bases his hope for salvation and every work he thinks is necessary to please a holy God. But though our good works are non-meritorious, they are, nevertheless, so important that “God prepared [them] beforehand that we should walk in them” (Ephesians 2:10). We are nothing apart from Christ Jesus, and apart from Him we can do nothing (John 15:5); yet when God redeemed us by grace He also prepared us for good works, because good works are the fruit of a living faith. Thus, summarizing, we may say that all of our good works are really a divine doing, and when we walk in good works we are really working in the sphere of God’s own activity.

Being a “cracked pot” for Jesus means that we are confident that the One who began a work in us will carry it to completion on that day when Jesus Christ returns. This doctrine of divine paradox, when accepted by faith, deprives us of every reason for boasting but also removes every ground for despair. I can think of no better reason for serving God—a God who divinely enables what He himself requires!

Now all boasting is excluded,

Unearned bliss is now my own.

I, in God thus safely rooted,

Boast in sovereign grace alone.

Long before my mother bore me,

E’en before God’s mighty hand

Out of naught made sea and land,

His electing love watched o’er me.

God is love, O angel-voice,

Tongues of men, make him your choice!

July 4, 2003

David Alan Black is the editor of www.daveblackonline.com.

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