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Tuesday, December 13

9:27 AM This will be my final blog entry until after we return from Ethiopia on January 17. The days have flown by since our last trip. Week after week I have had nothing but joy sharing about our vision for Africa. Having you as my cyber friends has been half the fun. Your prayer support gives a whole new meaning to the term “international missions.” Truly the sun never sets on the work that the Lord Jesus is doing in the hearts and lives of DBO readers. It is traditional in Hawaii to say goodbye by giving a flower lei and saying “Aloha.” The lei I cannot give. But I can say Aloha. This word has a very special meaning. It means both “goodbye” and “love.” So, until we meet again, a sincere and heartfelt Aloha from both of us.

9:23 AM Special request: Please remember our son Nathan in your prayers. We could not make this trip without his help. Pray daily for him as he oversees a 123-acre working farm by himself during our absence. Pray specifically that God may grant him health, strength, wisdom, and divine protection.

9:12 AM Tuesday morning shout-out to Koller’s Cottage and the Contemporary Calvinist. Your intercession as we leave for the Horn of Africa is deeply appreciated. I am still receiving emails from readers expressing their love and concern for us. Life is good.

Monday, December 12

1:10 PM A big DBO shout-out to all who have said they are committed to praying for us, including Lady Carmon, the Austins, and Eric and Amy Ashley. I am grateful for the many people who have taken an interest in the Ethiopian church. As I said in my message yesterday, it’s all been good. I have loved every minute of working with my bride in doing what little we can to help the desperately needy in her home country. Thanks again to everyone who has written us with their encouragement and prayers. My main joy has come in ministering with Becky as a team. I wonder if Priscilla and Acquila felt this way? Meanwhile Becky has gone over to Maple Ridge to try and find her arthritis medication (I hope we haven’t misplaced it!) and I’m doing some final grading. It’s a cloudy and gloomy day here in southern Virginia, but our hearts are full of warmth and happiness. (It’s also splendid riding weather, but who’s got the time?) Thanks, one and all, for your faithfulness to the Lord Jesus — and to us. It means a great deal.

8:44 AM Yesterday we bade a teary-eyed farewell to our home church. Becky snapped this pic just after our morning service concluded. I wish I had time to tell you what each of these precious individuals means to us. They are not just church members: they are neighbors and friends. God’s Spirit has been doing a good work among us. We will miss them.

Sunday, December 11

8:12 AM Now available: itinerary and prayer guide for our Ethiopian ministry.

7:42 AM The BBC is reporting that Americans are becoming PC about Christmas.

The report goes on to note that opponents of the “secularization” of Christmas, mostly evangelical Christians, are trying to have the last word.

Again, my position: Both the left and the right have it wrong on this issue.

1) Those crying “Keep Christ in Christmas” and “Jesus is the reason for the season” are both historically and biblically uninformed. Historically, the Christ I worship was never in Christ’s Mass, and biblically speaking there is no “season” to observe. Jesus never commanded us to remember His birth, but He did command us to remember His death and resurrection. And such was the consistent practice of the early church.

2) According to New York Times author Adam Cohen (“Christmas isn’t what it used to be”), the Puritans considered Christmas un-Christian and tried to keep it out of America. They failed to find Dec. 25 in the Bible — their sole source of religious guidance — and insisted the date derived from a heathen wintertime celebration.

3) On their first Dec. 25 in the New World in 1620, the Puritans continued working and ostentatiously ignored the “holiday.”

4) From 1659 to 1681 Massachusetts went even further and made celebrating Christmas “by forebearing of labor, feasting or in any other way” a crime.

5) As late as 1855, New York newspapers were reporting that Presbyterian, Baptist, and Methodist churches were closed on Dec. 25 because “they do not accept the day as a Holy One.”

6) Prior to the Civil War, Christmas was recognized in just 18 states.

I’m with the Puritans on this one. Yes, on Dec. 25 we will miss our family and friends back in the states. But we won’t be missing the “holiday.” In fact, we’ll be ostentatiously ignoring it while trekking to the backwaters of Obaya to visit the villages of Yebano and Koro, sharing the Christ of the Bible.

7:38 AM Yesterday we received this touching message in response to BeckyLynn’s essays on Christmas:

Dr. Black:

To you and your wife I would like to say Thank You from the bottom of my heart for articulating that which I have found most difficult to express these past many years. I now feel vindicated for holding on to my convictions, and even somewhat cleansed by the purity contained within the motives behind your decision. May GOD continue to richly bless you, and your family, as you endeavor to serve our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.

In His Name, Tim W.

7:26 AM What a great day we had yesterday. Fed the animals, then drove to the big city to do some last minute shopping for Ethiopia. At the top of the list was suntan lotion. Ethiopia lies almost on the Equator, and last year I received a bona fide sunburn. I told everyone I was now an official Ethiopian (the word means “burnt-faced one”). I think I’ll try to keep my western visage this time around. We also purchased extension cords for our projectors (which we will leave with the churches) and antiseptic wipes (we’ll see no bathrooms for 4 weeks). When we arrived back at the farm Becky ordered me to bed for a nap. Now I’m feeling much better and think I may have finally conquered my chest cold. Last evening we invited eight seminary students out to dinner and then took them to the classical music program on campus. The weather was perfect: clear and cold. My good friend and colleague John Davis and the Northeast Piedmont Chorale gave a magnificent performance. Kudos, John!

Friday, December 9

6:59 AM Just received this wonderfully kind letter:

Dear Becky,

Enclosed is Check No.___ in the amount of $516.00 that represents a Love Offering taken for you and Dave. Please use this as you see fit on your upcoming mission trip to Ethiopia. May God richly bless you both on this special endeavor. Our thoughts and prayers will be with you as you continue to serve the Lord in such a great way.

Your Church Family, Averett Baptist Church

On Sunday we’ll be sharing with our home congregation how the Lord Jesus has already been blessing the ministry among the peoples of southern Ethiopia, and how we plan to further assist them in the coming weeks.

6:50 AM I’m a great fan of libraries. I just borrowed the following and have added them to my ever-increasing stack:

  • Do As I Say (Not As I Do): Profiles in Liberal Hypocrisy

  • Divided by God: America’s Church-State Problem And What We Should Do About It

  • Condi Vs. Hillary: The Next Great Presidential Race

  • The Great Escape: The Full Dramatic Story with Contributions from Survivors and Their Families

  • Imperial Ambitions: Conversations on a Post-9/11 World

6:38 AM The latest addition to our home page is called Christmas: Going On From Here. It was written by BeckyLynn in response to the many young families who have written to tell us that have decided to celebrate Christ (but not Christmas) this year but need advice in how to deal graciously with their extended family.

6:35 AM Question: How many blogs do they have in Iran?

6:30 AM It’s seems hard to believe, but a week from today I’m scheduled to speak in the chapel service of the Assemblies of God Bible College in Addis Ababa. One of our “sons” is a student there and was instrumental in having me invited to speak. The following Sunday I will speak twice in the Evangelical Kale Heywot church. Each time I will use an interpreter. People often ask, Isn’t it hard to speak through an interpreter? Actually it’s easier. It provides you with plenty of time to formulate your next sentence, which has to be brief and to the point. A 50 minute message actually becomes a 25 minute talk, but it tends to more concise. One of our other sons, Fasil, will be doing most of the translation. He is an exceptional speaker and not only translates my words but imitates my gestures as well. It’s really something to watch Fasil at work, I’m told.

6:26 AM President Bush is calling for Christians to support the ABC approach to the AIDS pandemic – abstinence, being faithful, and using condoms. Sorry to disagree, but the president is wrong. The use of condoms is not a biblical answer to solving the HIV/AIDS scourge. The Catholics have it right on this issue:

The church argues that the only realistic and long-lasting response to Aids is a change in moral behaviour, one that rejects promiscuity and adheres to abstinence and fidelity in sexual relations. Condoms, it says, are not the solution, and it points to good evidence that campaigns promoting them in Africa have actually encouraged promiscuity – and thus fuelled the spread of Aids.

6:20 AM SIL’s Ethnologue has entries on the two language groups we’ll be ministering to during our trip to Ethiopia: Alaba, and Burji. Note the amazingly low literacy rates. 

6:12 AM Yesterday was as difficult a day as it gets. But, as He always does, the Lord gave more grace. We would like to say thank you to all who sent condolences about Midnight. The hymn “When All Thy Mercies, O God,” comes to mind:

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the last a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.

When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renewed my face;
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.

Thursday, December 8

8:44 AM I just buried Midnight.

Goodbye, little guy. You brought us much joy. The memory of you still does. We loved you well. We will miss you.  

7:08 AM Last night my wife and I watched — what else? — Tora! Tora! Tora! Trivia: Did you know that the leader of the attack on Pearl Harbor, Commander Mitsuo Fuchida, became a born-again Christian after the war and traveled the world sharing the love of Jesus? You can read his incredible story here and here. More trivia: “Tora!” is the Japanese word for “tiger,” but in this case “To” is the initial syllable of the Japanese word totsugeki, meaning “attack,” and “ra” is the initial syllable of raigeki, meaning “torpedo.” The three-word message meant that complete surprise had been achieved.

7:00 AM This just in:

Hi,

Thanks for listing the All Souls Church, Langham Place sermons site on your sermon archives page.

Please note that the All Souls sermon archive is now located at http://www.allsouls.org/sermons as we have changed our hosting arrangements. New with this move is free access to most of the All Souls sermon archive dating from the 1950’s.

Thanks,

Pete Bowman, All Souls Church webmaster

I highly recommend these excellent messages.

6:56 AM In 6 days we leave for Ethiopia, even as a border war with Eritrea looks more and more likely. Understandably, our friends are concerned about our safety. One of the most important things happening in our life as a married couple is learning to be completely dependent upon God and to face whatever comes our way – good or bad – as from His loving hand. As Hebrews 11 says, whether people are delivered or not delivered, in every situation they stand in a position of faith toward the outcome. Sometimes Christians are delivered, and sometimes they are not. Still they tell the king, as did Daniel, “We’re not going to bow.” The man of faith does not bow. He does not bow to the world, he does not bow to the government when it usurps the role of God, and he does not even bow to the church (or to its traditions) when it is on the opposite side of the Bible. Our day is no different from Daniel’s. We too are confronted by our own fiery furnaces, and we face one of two outcomes. We can say, “Our God is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.” Via email I hear from people the world over that they are being convicted by the Lord Jesus more and more not to bow the knee. I don’t have sophisticated tracking services like some websites do, but I do know that our reading audience includes people from Africa, Europe, and Asia. More and more of them are telling Becky and me how God has been leading them to move forward in their lives toward a simpler, more biblical, and more obedient way of living. Sometimes that has brought misunderstanding and opposition, even from those who are closest to them. Which comes first, material things or spiritual things? This question is, perhaps, the one most frequently asked. The gross materialism that characterizes our modern culture – even our church culture – is becoming more and more repugnant to these pilgrims. Do not misunderstand me. I do not deny the necessity of material things. The problem is when the “natural” things of life (or whatever terminology you prefer) become first place. I have to smile when I read of those Christians who, in the face of the evidence contrariwise, want to continue participating in the gross materialism of “the holidays” because they cannot give up their attachment to the “innocent” things of the season. All of us should always have a burning heart for the spiritual over the material, for truth over tradition. We all need the Lord’s forgiveness for this – I more than anyone. So, what does God require of Becky and me? Is it enough to say certain words? Is it enough to affiliate with a certain group? No. God wants us to affirm the exclusiveness He has revealed. And He has revealed these things to us in a way we can comprehend and implement among the children of men. To say “Christ” does not help anyone. Jesus taught that many “christs” would come. The word must contain the content of who God is, what He has done in Christ, and therefore what the Gospel is. Nothing short of this is enough. While a student in Basel I heard the term christophoros. It means “one who bears Christ.” It was used by the church fathers in distinction to another term, christologos – “one who speaks about Christ.” The true Christian is one who does not merely talk about Christ. He is one who bears Christ far and wide. Cross-bearing and Christ-bearing. That is our task as we leave for the great unknown.

6:42 AM Thursday morning shout-out to my Korean students who brought me Kim Chi yesterday. I’ve been told that this delicacy actually has medicinal value. I hope it can help my cold.

6:40 AM Yesterday we had our last faculty meeting of the year. It’s been another great semester. I’m feeling a little worn out. I think it’s a chest cold I’m fighting. I’m determined to lick it with Echinacea and vitamin C. If you can, please remember our Dean, Dr. Russ Bush, in prayer. Last Friday he was diagnosed with a fast-spreading but treatable cancer. He has started aggressive radiation therapy. He gave a marvelous testimony in our meeting yesterday. It was a privilege to hear it. I serve at the best institution in the world and with the most gracious, loving people.

Wednesday, December 7

8:05 AM Nice serendipity. Finney Matthews stopped by my office yesterday. Finney is with Alpha Ministries in India and has invited me to minister there for two weeks next summer in their Bible school and at a pastors’ conference. I found India to be a fascinating place, having much in common with Ethiopia — the fact that you eat with your hands, the spicy food, the deep poverty, etc.

Side note: Last time I was in India, “Bombay” was officially changed to “Mumbai,” but does anyone use the new name?

7:59 AM Midnight’s showing little sign of improvement. He is now wrapped warmly on our kitchen floor. Thanks to all who’ve been praying for my little buddy. I’m asking for a miracle.

7:46 AM Eric Ashley explains how to become a world Christian. Editorial comment: I think everyone should travel outside the US at least once, if possible to a third world country. Upon returning one would more easily see our flag-waving nationalism and consumerist mentality to be what it is: a betrayal of our status here as “pilgrims.” As my wife put it in a recent email to our son Bereket:

People who do not know our Lord or love Him, are always watching out for themselves; they are trying to get money, get pleasure, get things, get education, get whatever they have their heart set on.  Can you see how being holy, being righteous, living by faith makes such a difference??  When we live in holiness, then we live with our eyes totally on Him and what He wants, we live to serve Him with our whole person…and we trust Him completely to keep His word.

7:42 AM The Department of Philosophy and Religion at Appalachian State University announces an opening for a tenure-track position at the rank of Assistant Professor beginning in the fall of 2006, with an emphasis on New Testament Literature and Christian History.

7:37 AM Here’s a good update on the political situation in Ethiopia.

7:29 AM Don’t forget the concert this Saturday evening on campus at Binkley Chapel, featuring the Northeast Piedmont Choral (to which Becky and I used to belong). It starts at 8:00. We have invited several SEBTS couples out to dinner beforehand and then to the concert. Featured: Bach’s Magnificat, and Poulenc’s Gloria.

7:22 AM On Sunday I mentioned in my sermon from Matthew 9 that Jesus ministered sacrificially, cared deeply, and challenged others to get involved in missions. The Bibles says He visited all the large cities and all the small towns (Josephus said there were about 200 towns in Galilee). Today I met a student who has spent several weeks recently in the Philippines working among the most neglected tribes in the north. What made her stand out was her love for people. That will be our one goal in Ethiopia: to be conduits for the unlimited love of the Lord Jesus.

Tuesday, December 6

6:58 AM Pat Buchanan explains why Japan attacked us 64 years ago.

6:47 AM We leave for Africa in 7 days. This will be my last week on campus before we leave for Ethiopia. I will do all my grading on Friday. I hate to miss graduation but we are saving several hundred dollars in airfare by leaving early. By God’s grace we will make it through this hectic week.

6:42 AM Yesterday the National Border Patrol Council endorsed Jim Gilchrist in his battle for California Congressional District 48:

The National Border Patrol Council, the union that represents 10,000 front-line U.S. Border Patrol employees, today announced its endorsement of Jim Gilchrist for Congress in the 48th Congressional District.

In a letter to Gilchrist, dated December 2, T. J. Bonner, President of the National Border Patrol Council stated, “On behalf of more than 10,000 front-line Border Patrol employees, the National Border Patrol Council proudly endorses your candidacy for the 48th Congressional District of California. You have demonstrated an unwavering commitment to ending the illegal immigration crisis that threatens the security, as well as the sovereignty, of our Nation.”

In his letter, Bonner noted that Gilchrist understands “the importance of a multi-faceted immigration enforcement strategy that simultaneously focuses on the borders and the interior of the country” and that he advocates “substantial increases in resources to secure our borders, eliminate the employment of illegal aliens and dramatically curtail immigration fraud.”

The election is today. (Again, my position is that our government is duty-bound to protect the borders and put an end to illegal immigration.)

6:38 AM Just received a copy of Buddy Hanson’s latest book: Exit Strategy: A Handbook to Exponentially Improve Your Service for God. On the back cover I wrote:

Has modern evangelicalism sold its soul to the world? In this outstanding new book, Buddy Hanson exposes the rise of compromise and its tragic consequences. What emerges is a new “exit” strategy that will lead the true church to again assume its role as salt and light in the world. The author shows how the government school system has undermined the Christian worldview — even among Christians! He attacks the root, not the shoot, of the problem by calling upon pastors and all Christians to be shapers of public opinion instead of ceremonial figureheads in society. To those who say, “We are tired of fighting the culture war in America,” this book is a well-timed reminder that there can be no peace without victory, and there can be no victory until Christ is acknowledged as Lord in every area of life.

Buddy’s website is the Grace and Law Christian Policy Network.  

6:29 AM Chip Bayer has just concluded his excellent essays on the emergent church. Please take the time to read the entire series. Here’s an excerpt from the conclusion:

My hope is that Christians will be able to recognize the good things about this movement as lessons we should apply and the bad things as something we should reject outright as something other than biblical Christianity. My fear is that too many churches, when introduced to the Emergent Church, will go one of two ways. They will either see the good on the surface and embrace all of the emergent movement (including the bad) or they will recognize the bad and reject everything (even those things that would be beneficial).

Monday, December 5

11:00 PM Today we saw a lot of rain but no snow. Our little goat Midnight took ill so we kept him with us in the living room at Bradford Hall. He is suffering from hypothermia, I think. Even before birth the odds were stacked against him. He was born with a cleft lip and palate and only one wattle. He lost his mother when he was only three days old. He has not grown as he should have though his body weight seems normal for his size. No doubt he is the runt of the herd. I would hate to lose him. We’ll continue using the hot water bottle and penicillin tonight.

Would you please pray for Midnight?

1:38 PM Last night the Lord opened the spigot of heaven, in more ways than one. It’s been raining all night, and we’re expecting our first snowfall of the season tonight. In a spiritual sense, God has also been pouring out His blessings on us in such a way that we feel like crying, “Enough! We can’t take it any more!” Last night BeckyLynn and I were invited back to Bethel Hill Baptist Church. After a wonderful home-cooked meal, BeckyLynn explained to the congregation, step by step, what we would be doing during our five weeks in Ethiopia.

Becky had everyone board the airplane and fly with us to the capital via Frankfurt, walking from village to village, sleeping in thatched huts, and sharing the love of Jesus with the desperately neglected people of southern Ethiopia. She also shared that God had put it on our hearts to help the church in Burji finish their meeting hall. The current meeting place is not large enough to accommodate the children in their services. $10,000 would be needed to complete the construction.

Then the surprise was on us. Jason Evans (bottom left) and the other church leaders had been led of the Lord to adopt us as their very own missionaries. After Jason had presented us with a check for the Ethiopian believers in Burji, I offered thanks to them and to the Lord for their “partnership in the Gospel” (Phil. 1:5).

In less than two weeks we will show the congregations in Burji this picture of their “sister church” in Bethel Hill, North Carolina.

By the way, the amount of the check was $10,260, the exact amount needed to complete the Burji meeting hall. As one church leader put it to me as we were leaving, “Brother Dave, this is better than Christmas.” All I could say was Amen.

Sunday, December 4

3:38 PM Warm thanks to Reformata for linking to DBO.

3:04 PM Just wanted to pass along the good news that Baker Book House has granted us permission to publish Invitation to the Septuagint by Jobes and Silva on our next Ethiopian CD.

2:59 PM Don’t forget not to make a god out of Christmas. Or out of anything, for that matter. A good question to ask oneself from time to time is: Can I freely give up something I enjoy doing, if only temporarily? For example, everyone knows how much I like blogging. People tell me that the Internet must have been invented just for me. Yet last summer I gave it up for 8 and a half weeks. In exactly 8 days I’ll be doing it all over again, for five weeks. I will miss writing this weblog, but I don’t need to do it. So here’s a suggestion. Tell your friends and family you’ll be focusing on Christ this Christmas and leaving all the trappings behind, just to take a break from the materialism and to prove to yourselves that you can live without the tree, the gifts, the shopping, etc. If you can’t do it this year, why not next year? Something to think and pray about.

2:48 PM BeckyLynn and I enjoyed speaking at Hitesburg Baptist this morning, just down the road from our farm. Thank you, dear friends, for your generous gift to the Ethiopian church. We received $110.00. On the drive home I kept thanking God for the community in which I live. On all accounts, we are uniquely blessed. Meanwhile, this is the beginning of a big week at Bradford Hall. The big question: what to pack, and what to leave? In our living room there are currently enough items to fill 8 suitcases. At least it looks that way.

2:42 PM A DBO reader reminded me about this interesting passage:

Jeremiah 10

1Hear the word which the Lord speaks to you, O house of Israel.

2Thus says the Lord:

“Do not learn the way of the Heathen:

Do not be dismayed at the signs of heaven,

For the Heathen are dismayed at them.

3 For the customs of the peoples are futile;

For one cuts a tree from the forest,

The work of the hands of the workman, with the ax.

4 They decorate it with silver and gold;

They fasten it with nails and hammers

So that it will not topple.

8:42 AM Here’s a preliminary itinerary for our Ethiopian trip (Dec. 13 – Jan. 17). I’ll post an updated version prior to our departure.

Tuesday/Dec 13, 2:55 pm. Leave Raleigh-Durham Airport, North Carolina.

Wednesday/Dec 14, 9:15 pm. Arrive Bole Airport, Addis Ababa. 

Thursday/Dec 15 – Wednesday/Dec 21. Ministry in Addis.

Thursday/Dec 22. Travel to Soyama in Burji District.

Friday/Dec 23 – Wednesday/Dec 28. Rural ministry in Burji District. The Burji church leaders have arranged our ministry. “Your visit programme is as follows….”

No

Local church

Visit date

The No of local church you visit

1

Halame

Dec 23/2005

Yele, Nedele No2, Bardafa

2

Shule

Dec 24/2005

Hamasha,& Shargo

3

Obaya

Dec 25/2005

Yebano, Koro

4

Sego

Dec 26/2005

Kilicho, Gamiyo, Mure  Urumkara

5

Wordaya

Dec 27/2005

Raaeya, Gara 

6

Nedele No 2

Dec 28/2005

Abala, Dale, Kinsa,Toka

For 6 days we will be visiting 2-4 churches each day. These churches are in “the bush.” We will probably be the first white-faced foreigners they have ever seen. We will do a ministry of teaching, encouragement, and evangelism to augment the ministry of the Burji church evangelists. We will speak through a translator into their tribal tongue. Literacy is very low and many do not even speak the national language of Ethiopia.

Thursday/Dec 29. Rest in Soyama.

Friday/Dec 30 – Sunday/Jan 1. Bible Conference in Soyama (for leaders, women, and children).

Monday/Jan 2. Rest in Soyama

Tuesday/Jan 3. Travel to Alaba Town in Alaba District.

Wednesday/Jan 4. Ethiopian Christmas in Alaba.

Friday/Jan 6 – Sunday/Jan 8. Bible Conference in Alaba Town (for leaders, women, and children).

Monday/Jan 9 – Sunday/Jan 15. Rural ministry in Alaba District (return to Addis Sunday afternoon and stay at SIM Guesthouse).

Monday/Jan 16, 10:45 pm. Leave Bole Airport, Addis Ababa.

Tuesday/Jan 17, 8:27 pm. Arrive Raleigh-Durham Airport, North Carolina.

8:23 AM Got this email yesterday:

Dear BeckyLynn,

I have just read your thoughts on why you don’t celebrate Chm. It simply moved me to tears…. Thank you for sharing, and thank you, Dr. Black for posting it.

And this one:

Dear Mr. Black:

It has been well over 20 years since my husband and I “celebrated” christmas, for almost precisely the same reasons that your wife articulated in her letter, which of course I agree with completely! 

8:14 AM Here are some cool photos of the battle of Austerlitz reenactment.

Saturday, December 3

8:55 PM Back in my home office again. We just returned from an overnight trip to Richmond. What a blast. Our drive took us through Mecklenburg, Charlotte, Carroll, Amelia, and Chesterfield Counties. This is some of the most historic land in Virginia. While in Richmond I held my final New Testament class of the semester. Among other topics, we discussed Jesus’ views on marriage, singleness, divorce, and remarriage, and the history and theology of the Pentecostal Movement. As she has done throughout the semester, Becky prepared lunch for my students — this time delicious home-made soup (corn chowder and venison/vegetable soup). On the way there we stopped at a restaurant that had slogans at each table. My favorite was: “Time spent fishing is not deducted from your lifespan.” Of course, I would have written it as, “Time spent on horseback….” By the way, I’m toying with the idea of leading a Civil War bus tour of Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland, and Pennsylvania. Odd, but many people I know in Virginia and North Carolina have never visited the historic sites in these states.

Just checked our inbox. It has exploded. I’ll try to get back to you tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy your Sunday. To our good friends at Hitesburg Baptist and Bethel Hill, we’ll see you tomorrow. Right now I’m going to visit with the puppies.

Friday, December 2

6:28 AM From the Christmas archives: Temples of Ceramic Deities.

6:25 AM Things aren’t looking good, economically, for the US, but is it really this bad? The answer is Yes.

When President Bush took office in 2000, the projected surplus for the U.S. government for the next decade was approximately $5 trillion. By fiscal year 2005 the surplus was entirely gone and the annual domestic deficits were at record levels, somewhere in the range of $350-450 billion depending on whose estimates you use. This is the most radical reversal of government finances in U.S. history. Today the national debt is approximately $7.9 trillion, and growing by over a billion a day.

6:22 AM We’re not the only Americans traveling to Ethiopia these days.

6:20 AM I’ve been doing some more thinking about leisure. By nature, I am a classic case of a “hang loose” mentality. Born and raised in Hawaii (the “Paradise of the Pacific”), my idea of work was waxing my surfboard before paddling out. When I moved to California, sports – not playing them, but watching them – became my passion (read: Lakers, Dodgers, and Rams). It was only when the Lord picked us up and moved us to the middle of the tobacco fields of North Carolina that I began to realize I had what C. S. Lewis called a “fatal flaw.” True, I had accomplished a lot – publishing, traveling, preaching – but that was because those activities came easily. I still “worked to live” – i.e., to lay back on the weekend. All that’s been changing. I owe the transformation to the Lord and to my wife, who is the hardest working, most self-disciplined, and yet most joyful person I know. I once read that the average man has a life span of 25,500 days. That’s 70 years, 840 months, 3640 weeks. At the age of 53, I’ve already used up two-thirds of my allotment. But, thank the Lord, the years are getting better and better.

6:14 AM Tom Ascol deftly identifies what’s wrong with “the hanging of the greens” in our churches. Those interested in church renewal, however, are asking “Where’s Christmas in the Bible?” A logical query.

6:10 AM The Fourteen Days of Homeschooling.

6:06 AM Over at Throwing the Word Stephen Morse updates us on his approach to Christmas and links to a frightening story about a teacher who committed the unpardonable sin – telling his students that Santa was make-believe.

6:04 AM Got this kind note yesterday:

Mr. Black,

I just came across your website today and read a few of your columns and had to take just a minute to say I appreciate your honesty and your commitment to the Word of God. I can’t describe how refreshing it is to read, what I would have written if I had your education and insight. God bless you and I look forward to reading much more.

Oh by the way, I read in your biography that you lived in southern Virginia, I knew there was another reason I liked your columns…I was raised in southeast Virginia, in and around Rocky Mount and Martinsville. Thanks again for your website.

Mercy in Christ Alone,
B. H.

I keep thinking, Lord, how good You are to me. How I delight in You and Your people.

6:00 AM Here’s one of many responses we’ve received to BeckyLynn’s essay on Christmas:

Dear Blacks,

A big thanks to BeckyLynn for affirming in her Christmas article what the Holy Spirit has been prodding my conscience with for a long time. Namely, that even though we claim to remember “the reason for the season”, the season often gets in the way of true intimacy with Christ.  Last Christmas I mentioned in a message from Luke that manger scenes were somewhat of a mockery of the brutal reality of the actual manger, but I was convicted to a greater degree by BeckyLynn’s unabashed call to view them as graven images.  That is so true, we reminisce about the lights and wonderful manger scenes, and they become nothing less than idols.  Thank you for prodding my family and I along to grow further in Christ, now the hard part is to interact graciously with the majority, sometimes our families included, who do not understand why we don’t want “from Santa” on our children’s presents, why we don’t want to “deck the halls” or even that we don’t want our boys to have innumerable presents. 

Thursday, December 1

8:42 PM When I returned to my office after class tonight an unsigned envelope was in my mailbox. It contained $200 in cash for the church in Ethiopia. Amazing. If the giver is reading this, thank you.

8:25 PM Look at what awaited me when I got home tonight. And the baked potatoes were cooked to purrfection. Thanks, honey. You’re the greatest.

6:34 AM News and Notes: BeckyLynn and I will be sharing about Ethiopia in two services this Sunday (Hitesburg Baptist Church in the morning, and Bethel Hill Baptist Church in the afternoon); for more information see our speaking schedule….This Friday and Saturday we’ll be in Richmond for my New Testament class….Becky made blueberry muffins for my Greek students tonight; hopefully this will ease the pain of having a quiz and turning in an exam on the same evening….We leave for Ethiopia in 13 days.

6:23 AM The latest additions to our home page are:

Why We No Longer Celebrate Christmas

No Place for Idleness

6:18 AM Golden Gate Baptist Seminary announces openings in missions, pastoral care, and evangelism.

6:13 AM This was nice: Peter Head of Cambridge emailed me to say he mentioned an essay of mine in his blog.

Wednesday, November 30

8:34 PM Exciting papers again in Greek class. A big DBO thanks to Wil, Kenny, and Tyler. Met a wonderful Korean couple. They were surprised to hear that I have a Korean name. The wife said she would bring me some kim chi soon. Can’t wait. I thoroughly enjoy the ethnic diversity on campus. BeckyLynn and Nathan were also busy today. The result of their labors — 220 lbs of fresh, lean beef. Barbeque ribs for supper tomorrow night.

Coming tomorrow: Why we don’t celebrate Christmas.

Tuesday, November 29

8:04 PM Just got home after a two hour drive in pouring rain. An accident closed down a major highway so I got to see parts of Granville County I had never been in before. A superb supper awaited me —  venison, along with potatoes from our son’s farm and string beans from ours. The tomatoes came from a neighbor. Why is it that home-grown food always tastes better? It was great to be back on campus today after a two week hiatus. The papers presented in Advanced Greek Grammar were outstanding — one on the discourse structure of Eph. 1:3-14, the other on the syntax of “deponent” verbs. Kudos Danny and Matthew for a great job. A few minutes ago Nathan invited us to his farm to enjoy his new fireplace. Warm fire, good book, fine company — what more can a man ask for? If I were a poet I would wax eloquent about the agrarian life. There is nothing that I find quite so satisfying. But then again, I was born a century too late.

6:59 AM We don’t “do” Christmas. But if we did, here’s a gift I’d send to everyone I could.

6:55 AM Here are my thoughts on publishing in response to some graduate students I met at ETS.

1) If it’s worth writing, it’s worth publishing. This includes your masters thesis and doctoral dissertation. I have many colleagues who disagree. They feel that a student’s writing should “mature” before he or she publishes. I disagree. My first journal article was based on my masters thesis. My first book was my doctoral dissertation. I encourage my students to begin publishing while in school — and many do.

2) Review, review, review. Books, that is. It’s the easiest way to get into print, and you get a free book besides. I began writing book reviews for journals such as the Grace Theological Journal, Criswell Theological Review, and JETS. I did this while I was a doctoral student. Later my reviews appeared in JBL and Novum Testamentum. At our school I ask my students to consider writing one review each year for our own journal, Faith and Mission.

3) Set goals. When I graduated from the U. of Basel in 1983 I prayerfully set the following goals: One book review every year, and one book every 5 years. I have exceeded these goals, mainly because I discovered how much I enjoy writing. If you aim at nothing you’ll hit it every time. Don’t be afraid to set goals —  and to set them high.

4) Respect the scholarly guild, but don’t fear it. Go where angels fear to tread. My second book was on the integration of linguistics and New Testament Greek. It is still in print today in a second edition. What right did I have to write a book on linguistics? None whatsoever. But nobody else had written a book on New Testament Greek linguistics, I needed one for my classes, so I gave it a whack. It immediately opened the floodgates for others, more competent than myself, to write their own books on the subject.

5) Likewise, shoot for the stars. That is, send your articles to the better known journals. Why not? The worst they can say is No. That’s how I got published in Biblica, New Testament Studies, and Novum Testamentum. If you think you can’t, you won’t.

6) Finally, consider publishing your own website. I believe more and more scholars will do this in the future. It’s by far the cheapest and easiest way to get your ideas out to a wide audience — literally overnight. And for me it costs a grand total of 8 dollars a month. 

In short, if you are called to scholarship, you are called to writing. I have to smile whenever I meet someone who tells me, with great relief, “I finally finished my dissertation. Now I’ll never have to write again!” Actually, the least important thing you will ever write is your dissertation. It is but the launching pad for a lifetime of research and writing — or ought to be.

6:36 AM Don Carson makes this powerful statement about the apostle Paul and his love for the Thessalonian church:

Here is a Christian so committed to the well-being of other Christians, especially new Christians, that he is simply burning up inside to be with them, to help them, to nurture them, to feed them, to stabilize them, to establish an adequate foundation for them. Small wonder, then, that he devotes himself to praying for them when he finds he cannot visit them personally (A Call to Spiritual Formation, p. 81).

My wife and I feel exactly the same way about the church in Ethiopia.  

Monday, November 28

5:10 PM A dreary day outside today. Nate and I kicked off early when the rain started. Still, we almost finished the fencing. At least both of the farm gates are now up. We just got word from Ethiopia that the church leaders there are working with customs officials in preparation for our arrival in Addis. This is great news. It should make it much easier for us to bring our equipment and materials into the country. We leave in 15 days.

Tonight for supper I’m cooking venison over a bed of Jasmine rice.

4:44 PM Monday shout-out to Miss Sherry Lan and her brother Joseph. Sherry is donating her laptop to the church in Burji. It will be used by the Bible school, the district office, and the rural evangelists as they come into town. Sherry named her laptop “Bog” (“Blessing of God”) when she purchased it. Now she’s sending Bog to Ethiopia.

4:39 PM Today BeckyLynn is finishing up sewing the satchels for the flannelgraph sets, attaching wiring to the back of the flannelgraph boards (so they can be hung on a tree or a wall), and putting the lesson plans into notebook binders. Then that project will be done. She’s only had time to do the OT. It consists of 4 sets: Set 1 (Creation-Noah), Set 2 (Abram-Joseph), Set 3 (Moses-Joshua), and Set 4 (Life in the Land and out again…Judges, Dispersion). All of these sets “spring” from Hebrews 11 as a unifying theme. With each lesson she took a picture of the flannelgraph arrangement and wrote a “faith lesson.” Each set takes about 2-3 months to teach through; so this is about a year’s worth of teaching with weekly lessons. When we get there, we will have someone translate what BeckyLynn wrote into the tribal language. The notebook will then have the English, the pictures, and the tribal descriptions.  When we return, she will do the NT: Set 5 (Life of Jesus), Set 6 (Life of the church), and Set 7 (Doctrines of the Epistles). These will either be mailed or taken on our next trip.

Here she is finishing the satchels.

4:36 PM This Sunday evening at 6:00 pm we will be back with our good friends at Bethel Hill Baptist Church in Roxboro, NC. We’ll give a talk and present a visual display of what we are expecting in the way of ministry for the 5 weeks we’ll be in Ethiopia. 

8:22 AM Update: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the recently-launched Southeastern Seminary Blogs has been discontinued. I still believe such a site has great potential for bringing together the SEBTS blogging community. If you would like to organize it, please let me know.

8:17 AM Rebelution has published two fine essays on the myth of adolescence:

7:22 AM This email made our day:

Dear Dave and BeckyLynn,

Good morning!  We were so glad to see on the blog that everything is moving ahead for your departure in a few weeks.  We are praying specifically about customs, your health leading up to the trip, and safety while you travel.  We are so excited to hear about your time there. It will be hard to wait five weeks to hear about what has happened, but anticipation is half of the fun!

Please know that you and the Ethiopians are in our thoughts and prayers.

In Christ,

S. and D.

7:12 AM What kind of American English do you speak? Here are my results:

Your Linguistic Profile:

60- General American English 20- Dixie 15- Yankee 5- Upper Midwestern 0- Midwestern

7:05 AM Yesterday I spent a long time answering emails from several dear friends (and some complete strangers) who are going through difficult times church-wise. It’s amazing. When I was beginning my teaching career I would have had easy, pat answers to their questions. But that was 30 years ago. Now I keep pointing people back to the Scriptures. And weaning them from the words of mere men (like myself!). God bless all of you who write. I wish I had the answers to your dilemmas. But I do know the One who does. And so do you.

“O love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee; I give Thee back the life I owe, that in Thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.”

7:01 AM Did I mention my latest interest — trees. My son has been teaching me how to recognize them. Now I can tell the difference between a maple and a cedar, a sweet gum and a locust. Poplars and dogwoods are another matter, though.

Sunday, November 27

5:31 PM I finished my series about the church from the book of Hebrews this morning. This will my last message at the Raleigh Chinese Christian Church for a while. After 30 some-odd messages during the past 4 years they probably need a break from me and, more importantly, I don’t want to give them spiritual indigestion. It will be fun to see how the Lord Jesus leads them to make changes, if any, in light of the truths we’ve talked about. It’s actually very exciting to be an itinerant Bible teacher and see how the various congregations are going through different stages of growth and maturation. RCCC is one of the best, and I wish all of my friends there the very richest of the Lord’s blessings.

Looking forward to this week, I’ll have an important announcement for my Richmond New Testament Introduction students, so stay tuned (I’ll send the word out via email). In Advanced Greek Grammar my students will give their paper presentations this week, and in Beginning Greek I’ll be introducing our final lesson for the semester. On the home front, I think Nathan and I can finish up the new pasture fencing tomorrow, weather permitting. Then we can open it up to the animals this winter.

In just 16 short days we leave Raleigh for Dulles, then Dulles for Frankfurt and Addis Ababa. For anyone who’s interested, I’ll be posting a detailed itinerary shortly so that you can be praying for us in-country. We’ve got a huge pile of things to pack in our 4 suitcases. I’m glad Becky has the gift of organization. I sure don’t.

What a wonderful way to end the Lord’s Day — sitting here at my pooter writing to my cyber friends. We’ve been praying for many of you as you have shared with us your needs and burdens. I still can’t believe how easily the Internet allows complete strangers to fulfill Gal. 6:2 on behalf of each other. I can remember 2 years ago wondering whether I should start a blog. I’m glad I did.

Have a great week in the Lord.

Saturday, November 26

4:55 PM A lesson in priorities from a yard full of leaves.

3:22 PM The Seven Deadly Sins of Blogging. I suppose # 4 is the one that bothers me the most. Blogging, as I have noted elsewhere, requires a bit of old-fashioned tenacity.

3:10 PM The Internet is a truly amazing place. I’ve been re-reading my favorite WW II escape story — Free As a Running Fox — and the author has just described how he and some other British POWs devised a plan to escape from the German castle in Spangenberg. Their main difficulty was going to be the scaling of the castle moat. I did a Google of “Spangenberg Castle” and, voila, found this picture of the moat:

Schloss Spangenberg, Spangenberg, Germany

Now I can visualize what they were up against.  

2:36 PM Yesterday we received an email asking us how our trip to Ethiopia was shaping up. In case you’re wondering the same thing, Becky’s reply will bring you up to speed. And thanks for praying.

R. and K., thank you so much for writing! We’re still amazed that our Lord puts us on people’s hearts so that they want to share our burden of Ethiopia.

At this point, thru His grace, He has provided the funds for all the equipment, the eyeglasses, the flannelgraph, the Bibles & Study books.  What we need now, if He directs you, are cash funds to carry with us…these funds will pay for customs (if He has any planned, which we are praying He won’t), for gifts to the churches and for gifts to needy individuals. We’ve learned that we can never take too much cash.  It seems He always has people in very dire situations that He brings to us in very supernatural ways. He has needs for us to meet that we are unaware of before we go. And gifting while we are there is much more cost-effective than wiring the funds after we return. It truly is an adventure to see what He has in store each day! 

So if He directs you, we could use more cash for these purposes. None of the monies given to us are used for our own personal needs (airfare, travel in country, food, etc.)….every penny goes to the Ethiopian believers (with the exception of the customs fee on equipment for the churches, if any).

Most of all, we need your prayers. If you have been keeping up with the news, the border with Eritrea is becoming more tense, and the political tensions between the people & the government are still very high. Our trip will be 5 weeks, 4 of which will be “in the bush” with no electricity, no running water, no toilets or outhouses (just bushes), very primitive cooking, impure drinking water, bedbugs/mosquitoes/snakes/rats at night, hiking from village to village, etc., etc. So please pray for physical strength so that we can fully do the spiritual work at hand. We are resting in His strength & are totally at peace with His sovereign control in all things.  This is very definitely a SUPERNATURAL trip! And we can’t wait to be with our Ethiopian family, whom we greatly love and whom you love through us! Please pray daily for His power to flow thru us to these precious ones!

Thank you again for your love for us. May our Lord bless you for your kindnesses to us & the Ethiopians!

For His Kingdom, by His grace,

BeckyLynn

2691 White House Road, Nelson VA 24580

2:25 PM When your worst enemies are your own friends.

2:18 PM An essay discusses the failure of youth ministry but offers no alternative. The Bible, however, is not so silent. In fact, it contains some amazing truths. I started questioning traditional youth ministry back in my Hawaiian days, when I was serving as a youth pastor! Anyway, here are some essays to get you started thinking through the biblical data if you haven’t done so already. May the Lord bless your reading.

Friday, November 25

5:55 PM One more thing. God willing, in exactly three weeks from tonight Becky and I will be having dinner at our favorite restaurant in Addis with our eight Ethiopian sons: Bereket, Burji, Biruk, Worku, Samuel, Fasil, Ahmed, and Nigussie. I don’t know if we’ll be able to contain our happiness. Here’s a snap taken at a dinner we enjoyed last summer, which four of our sons could attend:

Each of these young men is a unique blessing from the Lord. Fasil (bottom right) will accompany us during the four weeks we spend visiting the villages in the south. Ahmed (top right) and Nigussie (bottom left) will be our guides while we are ministering in their home province of Alaba (which is 95 percent Muslim). Samuel (top left) will be taking care of Bereket in Addis during his break from school. Together they will also spend a week in Samuel’s home town of Hosanna. We will meet up with Burji and Worku during our two-week visit to Soyama (near Kenya). During our meal in three weeks, we will officially welcome our newest son to the family: Biruk. Biruk took first year Greek with me at the Evangelical Theological College last summer and did a marvelous job. The best part: Each of these young men knows, loves, and serves our Lord Jesus.

5:43 PM Dug more holes, set more posts. Got my ride in also. Trav was frisky  —  just the way I like him. There’s nothing like coming home after working up a good sweat on horseback. I haven’t gotten much writing done, but putting up our fencing comes first. I’ll have some thoughts on publishing soon, maybe tomorrow. Right now I’m too hungry to think much.

2:16 PM Came in to thaw out and get some lunch. It feels like 30 degrees out there. Becky prepared delicious home-made soup. Nice and hot. One whole section of fencing is now done — including clearing, putting up woven wire and barbed wire, and tying the two together. We’re quitting no later than 4:00 today. I’ll go riding while Nathan goes hunting. Thankfully the farm is large enough for both activities.

7:55 AM I’m going for a ride later in the day, but right now I have more fencing to put up. Today’s high will be about 40, with sunny skies. Good weather for work — and play.

7:47 AM I am preparing my final talk from the great book of Hebrews. My message this Sunday will discuss what it means to go “outside the camp” with Jesus. That’s a very powerful metaphor in light of today’s success-driven churches. I hope I can present that truth simply yet powerfully.

7:40 AM Readers of this blog will recall us mentioning the situation on the Ethiopia-Eritrean border. Sadly, the tensions there are mounting daily. Please remember this situation before the throne.

7:37 AM Evangelical Textual Criticism has an interesting discussion of conjectural emendations in the New Testament, with reference made to the significant variant in Eph. 1:1. My study of that text may be found here (.pdf.). As for the legitimacy of conjectural emendation in New Testament studies per se, I have no “magic answers,” but I do feel the best approach is to study proposed conjectures on a case-by-case basis, as I did several years ago in an essay on conjectures in the Gospel of Matthew (published in Novum Testamentum).

7:30 AM I had a great time at ETS talking with the publishers, including the folk at Eisenbrauns. Several years ago they Scribes and Scripturewere kind enough to publish the Harold Greenlee Festschrift. If you are interested in New Testament textual criticism, you might enjoy these essays from that volume:

F. F. Bruce, “Textual Problems in the Epistle to the Hebrews,” pp. 27-48.

Gordon D. Fee, “Textual-Exegetical Observations on 1 Corinthians 1:2, 2:1 and 2:10,” pp. 1-15.

Moisés Silva, “The Texts of Galatians: Evidence from the Earliest Greek Manuscripts,”  pp. 17-25.

See D. A. Black (ed.),  Scribes and Scripture: New Testament Essays in Honor of J. Harold Greenlee (Winona Lake, IN: Eisenbrauns, 1992).

7:23 AM Greek students! I like this overview of New Testament Greek resources.

7:18 AM Here’s a nice study of Col. 1:15-, written by a former Greek student of mine in California. Mr. Reyes, like most of the students at Simon Greenleaf University, was a professional who also loved reading and studying his Bible. Among the rhetorical devices he sees in this passage are chiasmus, inverted semantic chiasmus, polysyndeton, antithesis, inclusio, isocolon, paronomasia, parallelism, distributio, alliteration, anaphora, compactness, epanaphora, figures of speech, and repetition. Here’s his colon analysis of the text:

7:02 AM Happy Thanksgiving Day! (Every day is Thanksgiving.)

Thursday, November 24

5:02 PM Just finished our work for the day. Perfect weather. Worked in shirt sleeves. Dug more holes at Nate’s farm, set some posts (see below), cleared brush along the property line. Hope to put up the woven wire and barbed wire tomorrow and top off the posts. Bone tired, muscles ache, but all I can think of is how much I love farming and animals. Hope you’re having a great day.

8:25 AM 19 days.

8:01 AM The latest addition to our home page is called From Serve Us to Service.

Wednesday, November 23

9:16 PM Just got back from our Thanksgiving service. Averett  combined with three other area churches — Union Chapel, Buffalo, Gravel Hill. Wonderful to see so many friends and neighbors. Great message from 1 Chron. 29 by brother Ernie Taylor. Ernie, by the way, is the youngest of 16 children. They grew up in a one-room house, 20 feet square.

Dug 29 post holes today. A farm record, I’m sure. Tomorrow we’ll dig the rest and cut down cedar posts.

7:29 AM Michael Peroutka offers a sobering assessment of the abortion issue. An excerpt:

During these remarks, I also related my experiences during the campaign where men and women would wait a very, very long time just to thank me for being “pure” on the issue of protecting the life of the unborn. I tried to stress to those gathered that the Constitution Party’s “pure” approach to this issue is something that Americans are yearning for and that they appreciate. This is our proper place in the universe. This is the where God has placed us – “between the butcher and the baby”. This is our “row to plow”.

7:22 AM The motto over the entrance to Plato’s Academy reads:

Ἀγεωμέτρητος μηδεὶς εἰσίτω

Ageōmetrētos mēdeis eisitō can be translated, “Let no one without a knowledge of geometry enter.” I recall that at the University of Basel it was just assumed that students had a working knowledge of numerous subjects, including Greek and Latin. It’s wonderful to see so many students on our campus eager to learn the languages. Many have had to overcome severe deficiencies in their previous schooling. To all of my pupils who are working so diligently over the break on their Greek take-home exam, hang in there and do well. I hope many of you get the 110 Award!

7:18 AM Southeastern Seminary Blogs is now up to three members. Many thanks to Brian Mann for organizing it. Here’s the link:

http://groups.blogdigger.com/groups.jsp?id=2510

7:15 AM It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood (as Mr. Rogers would say). Sunshine, high of 47. We’ll finish the moldings and the painting at Nathan’s farmhouse then get started on digging post holes. Nathan had the starter on his van replaced yesterday then couldn’t get the van started last night, so it’s back to the local repair shop. It’s absolutely perfect weather for riding but the ground is still very soggy. May have to wait another day. Tonight we’ll be having a combined service at one of our local churches. I’ve been gone for so many Sundays that it will be good to see everyone again.

Tuesday, November 22

6:21 PM This is one of my favorite bibliobloggers. Can you guess why?

6:08 PM Happy Thanksgiving — a couple of days early. The words of this hymn can be sung to the tune of “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee.” It’s called “Lord We Thank Thee for the Pleasure.”

Lord, we thank Thee for the pleasure
That our happy lifetime gives,
For the boundless worth and treasure
Of a soul that ever lives;
Mind that looks before and after,
Lifting eyes to things above;
Human tears, and human laughter,
And the depths of human love.

For the thrill, the leap, the gladness
Of our pulses flowing free;
E’en for every touch of sadness
That may bring us nearer Thee;
But, above all other kindness,
Thine unutterable love,
Which, to heal our sin and blindness,
Sent Thy dear Son from above.

Teach us so our days to number
That we may be early wise;
Dreamy mist, or cloud, or slumber,
Never dull our heav’nward eyes.
Hearty be our work and willing,
As to Thee, and not to men;
For we know our soul’s fulfilling
Is in Heav’n, and not ’til then.

Incidentally, for years Becky (who is descended from William Bradford) has written a Thanksgiving hymn that we sing just before eating. It recounts the blessings of the past year. It has become a wonderful family tradition.

5:48 PM Had a fairly uneventful day. Helped Nathan with the molding around his new chimney and stacked some lumber in a corner of our horse barn. Nice serendipity: Checked my emails and saw this one from a believer who shares my interest in the Anabaptists:

Dear Brother Black,

I just recently ran upon your website while doing a google search on ‘Christianity and Americanism”. 

Over the past several years the Lord has been taking my husband and me through a re-education of practical, real and relational Christianity.  Although we have always homeschooled, we are now rediscovering homechurching, simple/relational and biblical church life.  Much of your articles reflect these challenges.  However, most recently (and partly due to having to teach my children American history), I have been concerned how ‘out of sinc’ my education of Christian America is with New Testament teaching and practice.  I read your article, “The Anabaptists and State Religion”, with a resounding, “Amen”.  I’ve recently been studying the teachings of the Anabaptists.  The marriage of Christianity and Americanism is so intertwined in most American believers that to disentangle ourselves from our false ideals and patriotism is very difficult and painful.  Yet I continue to do so at the distress of losing friends and family who believe I’ve jumped off the deep end!

Another great is website, http://www.searchingtogether.org/ by Jon Zens. 

Continuing to learn and grow,

A sister in Christ,

Robin

Meanwhile, Becky continues plugging away at her flannelgraph project. I think she finished Samson today. She is typing up a full description of each scene and taking a picture as well. All of this will be downloaded on the laptops we’ll be taking to Ethiopia. Becky has the energy and the dedication of a Proverbs 31 woman — and then some. She is something else.

12:56 PM I was hunting around for a book title on the Moody website and saw that the Moody Bible Institute is seeking a chairperson for its Bible Department.

11:39 AM Quick note: The ground is a little too wet to work outside much today so I’m on the computer getting licenses from publishers for our latest CD project. It will contain another 100 books for Ethiopian pastors, including my New Testament introduction and several other Bible study tools. This CD will also focus on helps for reaching Muslims for Christ.

11:28 AM George Fox University in Newberg, Oregon has just announced an opening in Religious Studies.

11:23 AM Did you know that 70 percent of politicians who claim to be Catholic in Congress and the Senate support abortion? That figure reaches almost 90 percent in traditional Catholic states such as Massachusetts or New York. John Kerry is not the only example. Read what one Catholic archbishop is saying about it.

8:51 AM In case you haven’t heard, Messiah Baptist Church in Wake Forest has a new weblog. I like what I see.

8:20 AM Just ran across this spectacular photo of a sunset at Sunset Beach on the North Shore of Oahu. If that doesn’t bring back memories….

8:16 AM Noteworthy articles: Misconceptions about biblical agrarianism…a critique of the emergent church…teaching Ethiopians democracy.

8:07 AM I’m writing this as I look out on the rain-drenched earth. God has graciously sent us several inches of much needed precipitation, and the ponds are slowly filling up again. The rain will also help us dig post holes later in the week, as I’d like to get another field fenced in before I leave for Africa.

8:02 AM Week after week we continue to receive gifts for the Lord’s work in Ethiopia. Yesterday we were visiting with a homeschooling family of 10 that we met during a reenactment in NC. When we were about to leave the children presented us with an envelope. They had opened their piggy banks and collected $121.00. Their gift will go a long ways toward meeting needs and spreading the Good News. Again, we are very appreciative to every one of you who is praying and giving.

Monday, November 21

7:15 AM Here are some good agrarian blogs:

  • Sugar Mountain Farm

  • 3Fold Cord

  • God bless all of you who are trying your hand at homesteading. It’s a great life.

    By the way, yesterday Nathan sold 6 laying hens to a lady who just moved to the area from New York. She purchased 8 acres of land, doesn’t know anybody, and has only her computer to help her. She read Nathan’s advertisement about Rosewood Farm on the Internet.

    7:12 AM Around the house we’re counting down the days until we leave for Africa. Okay, so I’m the only one counting down the days, but we’re all excited about our Ethiopian Adventure Part Three. Just over three weeks away now. Becky and I are very grateful for the many expressions of love and words of encouragement as we prepare for our trip.

    7:10 AM I’m still going through a stack of emails, but this one immediately caught my eye:

    Brother Black, Thank you for taking the time to write your blog as it is such an encouragement.  I read your blog today and wanted to respond to your question.  The reason I read your blog on a daily basis is because I know I will be challenged by something I have read.  I find your blog challenging on many levels and on different topics.  I usually read your blog first thing in the morning and then ponder and discuss what I’ve read throughout the day.    The girls and I also enjoy the personal aspect of the blog, we all feel like we know you, Becky Lynn and Nathan.  The chimney looks great, by the way.  I have read some blogs that are just chit chatty, but tend to loose interest in those quickly….    About the animals, you are right.  We have a small zoo in our small house with 2 dogs, 3 birds, 3 mice and 2 iguanas.  They all bring joy and entertainment to our lives. Their personalities are so varied which makes them more interesting.    Thanks for all that you do in the service or our Lord!  We are praying for you all as you prepare to leave.  We will miss you while you are gone, I guess that will give me the opportunity to read a lot of your articles.   For the cause of Christ, L.

    What an email. If anyone wonders if I think blogging is worth the time and effort, this letter just about says it all.

    7:05 AM Oswald Sobrino wants to know why young people today aren’t learning ancient Greek and Latin. Read his answer in Dumbing Down Education.

    7:00 AM I enjoyed speaking German with Harold Hoehner at ETS. (Harold is a Swiss citizen.) Here’s a excellent site on learning conservational German. Ph.D. students take note! An active (speaking) knowledge of German will help you tremendously with your reading knowledge of the language. For the rest of us, here are some simple German phrases that are fun to learn.

    Sunday, November 20

    6:23 PM A reader sent me this photo of Mount Saint Helens. Unbelievable.

    6:15 PM Wise words from my friend Craig Blomberg of Denver Seminary about the use of honorific titles such as “reverend” and “minister”:

    But one wonders how often these titles are used without implying unbiblical ideas about a greater worth or value of the individuals to whom they are assigned. One similarly wonders for how long the recipients of such forms of address can resist an unbiblical pride from all the plaudits. It is probably best to abolish most uses of such titles and look for equalizing terms that show that we are all related as family to one Heavenly Father (God) and one teacher (Christ)…. In American Christian circles perhaps the best goal is to strive for the intimacy that simply makes addressing one another on a first-name basis natural (The New American Commentary: Matthew, Vol.22 [Nashville, TN: Broadman Press, 1992] p.343).

    6:06 PM We went to war against Saddam Hussein on the grounds that he had stockpiles of chemical weapons. Then we turn around and use incendiary bombs on Iraqis. This is hypocrisy. Two hundred years ago our Founding Fathers banned “cruel and unusual punishment.” And now Congress is debating whether to ban the use of torture on detainees. We are a confused nation.

    5:49 PM Wallo World wants to know if blogging is inherently negative. I check a number of blogs every day. Many of them challenge me — and bring encouragement. It reminds me that the Internet is a great way to multiply one’s ministry. I get emails from people who say they read my blog every morning and are disappointed when I haven’t blogged by 8:00 am. It is enjoyable, isn’t it?

    A question for those of you who read weblogs daily: What makes them so attractive to you? Is the statement “Content is king” still true?

    5:40 PM Yesterday I received this email:

    Dear Dr. Black,

    Thank you so much for the prompt reply in reference to the textual variant in Luke 4:4. If you don’t mind at this point, could you please direct me to where I can ascertain scholarly publications and related materials on the textual variant “Cainan” in Luke 3:36? I’m interested in studying
    works that discuss the authenticity of that name, both pro and con in Luke’s Gospel. Any assistance you can provide in this regard would be sincerely appreciated.

    Sincerely in Jesus Christ,
    Jeffrey N.

    Here was my response:

    Thank you for writing, Jeffrey. Here are some links to get you started. Happy reading! Dave Black

    http://www.answersingenesis.org/docs/3748.asp

    http://www.fredsbibletalk.com/fb023.html

    http://www.patriotist.com/wkarch/wk20040719.htm

    http://www.asa3.org/ASA/PSCF/1955/JASA9-55WYNGAARDEN.html

    http://www.drdino.com/print.php?type=article&spec=52

    http://www.eadshome.com/BibleInterpretation.htm

    http://www.sharperiron.org/showthread.php?t=1952

    http://www.creation-science-prophecy.com/timelin2.htm

    5:36 PM Just spent a wonderful hour and a half with my animals. It was refreshing in every way. There is no better entertainment. I used to watch sports, but now I find life much more enjoyable. Our orphaned goats Snowball and Midnight still like cuddling with me, while Rusty our billy thinks he needs to butt heads with me constantly. I especially like spending time with Traveler. I think he misses Cody. I know I do. I need to get as many rides in as possible before we leave for Africa. And then there are the dogs. No more faithful friends on the planet. Enjoy your animals while you have them!

    Saturday, November 19

    5:44 PM News and Notes: No riding today. Had to bottle feed the calves and guard the hens from hunting dogs…. Tomorrow I’ll be speaking on church leadership from Hebrews 13. I hope to have a 15-minute Q & A session after I speak…. Becky and I are going shoe shopping in Durham, NC after church. We both desperately need some good walking shoes. We plan to trek a good many miles into the bush while in Ethiopia…. Got a great email from Bereket in Addis Ababa, who reports that he is now the official messenger boy at the Christian college where he is staying. This in addition to watering plants, etc. He is developing a wonderful servant’s heart. I only wish I could learn Amharic as quickly as he is learning English…. Becky just reported that the meatloaf and potatoes are in the oven. Gotta run and get ready for supper.

    5:04 PM It was neat to be familiar with the layout of the ETS convention hotels: the Radisson and the Scanticon. My family I were there last year to attend the Constitution Part National Convention. Great speakers — Michael Peroutka, Chuck Baldwin, John Lofton, Howard Phillips, and others. Great platform. Great vision for America. At what other political convention can you get to hear a “convention sermon”? The CP convention had one, and I was honored to give it. Is the CP being blessed of the Lord? I believe so. Idealistic? You bet. Discouraged because of lack of “progress”? No way. The Lord is on His sovereign throne and still laughs at man’s puny attempts to play God. No need for discouragement here. So back to constitutional government! Chins up and knees down!

    12:47 PM My favorite paper at ETS was by Wayne Grudem on how to alleviate poverty in the third world. His lecture was well-organized and flawlessly presented. My colleague Maurice Robinson also did an outstanding job. I was thankful for the presenters who provided handouts (as did both Wayne and Maurice). The conference was live-blogged, I believe — which makes this ETS meeting historic. The poorest papers were those that rehashed the same old same old. I am going to suggest to the leadership that papers be better screened (even adjudicated prior to acceptance, as with journal submissions to JETS). In two sessions I attended the scheduled speaker failed to show up.

    The best part of the meeting was, well, “meeting” with people. I found that busy scholars were willing to talk with just about anybody, and I saw “large fish” eagerly sharing with “small fries.” The organizational aspects of the meeting were outstanding, and for this we can thank Jim Borland. The spirit of the event was also great (thanks to the Holy Spirit) — very little rancor unlike some past meetings. Only God can do that. I had hoped that we could vote on the definition of inerrancy but it looks like that matter has been tabled until we meet in DC next year. I especially enjoyed meeting so many teachers who for whatever crazy reason use my textbooks in their courses. I received some great suggestions for revising my beginning Greek grammar, and some younger scholars were even willing to rethink the patristic evidence for Matthean priority. Last but certainly not least, that Deluxe Bacon Cheeseburger at Bennigan’s was out of this world.

    I would give the conference 4 stars ****.

    12:14 PM Today I wrote an email to one of our Ethiopian sons asking how Mohamed was doing. You may recall that I met with Mohamed in prison in Alaba last summer. He is serving a prison term for murdering an 18-year-old believer (whose family is pictured below). In Hebrews 13:3 God tells us to “remember those who are in prison….” I think “remembering” is a key. If we remember, God will show us what to do when we get to Ethiopia. If we forget, there is nothing God can do through us. If you think of it (or “remember” it), please say a prayer for Mohamed today. Pray, too, for this family who has decided to remain in their Muslim village as a testimony to the love and forgiveness of Jesus.

    11:57 AM Got into a good conversation with a student at ETS about church leadership. He and I see many parallels between church leadership and marriage. As a husband, I lead by serving. To be first I have to be last. John MacArthur puts it this way: “The husband who demands his wife’s submission to him but does not recognize his own obligation to submit to her distorts God’s standard for the marriage relationship” (Ephesians, p. 278). As husbands, we need to put our own likes, desires, preferences, and welfare aside to please our wives and meet their needs. This is how Christ loved the church (see Phil. 2:5-9) and, after all, He is the head of our homes (or should be).

    In that light, here’s a definition of biblical headship: The divine calling to take primary (though not sole) responsibility for Christ-like, servant leadership, protection, and provision in the home. Wow. If that doesn’t make you want to put your nose on the carpet and cry out for grace, nothing will.

    11:48 AM I’d like to get in a ride this afternoon. Maybe, maybe not. It’s WW III out there. Yes, hunting season has officially begun.

    11:43 AM 24 days until we leave for Ethiopia. So far, so good. The big project (perhaps “huge” would be a better word) is organizing the flannelgraph. I think Becky is also going to start packing us next week. The big question: What to take and what to leave behind? We still receive many emails of encouragement. Thank you. Full steam ahead!

    11:40 AM CNS News is reporting that Planned Parenthood has hired a Log Cabin Republican to head up its Republican outreach service. This should neither surprise us nor shock us. The goal of the GOP has long been inclusivity.

    11:33 AM Attention all SEBTS bloggers! Got this great email from Brian Mann:

    Dr. Black, I have set up an aggregator at http://groups.blogdigger.com/groups.jsp?id=2510…. People can email me and I can add them…; below is a link code for bloggers to put on their sites if they wish; just copy and add to side bar;   <a href=”http://groups.blogdigger.com/groups.jsp?id=2510″>Southeastern Seminary Blogs</a>   In Christ, Brian Mann

    If you’re a Southeastern blogger I hope you’ll consider joining. You can email Brian at his website.  

    Friday, November 18

    9:28 PM Very exciting meeting in Valley Forge this week. Detailed update tomorrow. Some quick impressions:

    1) It was great to see old friends and to make many new ones. One colleague whom I hadn’t seen in over 8 years said he recognized me because someone had told him, “Just look for Robert E. Lee.” That made my day.

    2) SEBTS Ph.D. students were particularly well represented. We have a great bunch of guys. More on them later.

    3) I’m working 4 book projects with various publishers. Where else can you see all of them together in one place? Makes going to ETS worthwhile just for that reason.

    4) Papers blew hot and cold, as usual for an ETS meeting. Tomorrow I’ll share with you the good, the bad, and the ugly.

    5) The reading of the obituaries was especially moving. We lost many good friends this past year, many in their 50s.

    6) The weather was perfect for an event like this, and the fall foliage in eastern Pennsylvania was outstanding.

    Thanks to all of you who wrote saying you missed us. I’ll have more tomorrow, but right now it’s time to get caught up with my family (and dogs). God bless you all.

    Tuesday, November 15

    7:49 AM If you live in the North Star state, don’t forget the annual meeting of the Constitution Party of NC on Saturday, November 19. For more information, you can go to the party’s website and click on the Event Calendar.

    7:43 AM Lately I have been receiving a large number of emails from former students of mine. Some of them are in traditional church settings, others are planting new congregations in such faraway places as Ukraine. All are excited about their future and grateful for their education. It was a reminder to me of the great privilege that is mine to be involved in training the next generation of church servants. God bless each and every one of you.

    7:40 AM Looks like the weather in Valley Forge will be temperate. They’re even calling for 70 degrees tomorrow with light rain. This is good news to a kid from the beaches of Hawaii. I can recall other ETS/SBL meetings where we had to fight snow flurries to get from the hotel to the convention center.  Below: “Prayer at Valley Forge.”

    7:35 AM Just heard from Wilfried Dehn in Schoemberg, Germany. I hadn’t heard from him in years and received a letter (snail mail) from him yesterday. I first met Wilfried in Stuttgart a few years ago. I was teaching a two-week course at the Freie Hochschule für Mission and he invited me to visit his school — the seminary of the Liebenzell-Mission in beautiful Bad Liebenzell. His letter reminded me of the wonderful work that his mission has done in sending out German missionaries worldwide, including Africa. Wilfried spent a lifetime preparing men and women for this work. May the Lord continue to bless the ministry of the Liebenzell-Mission.

    7:29 AM I am glad to see the situation in Addis Ababa improving. But the situation on the border with Eritrea is still volatile. Please continue to pray for the peace of Ethiopia.

    7:24 AM Speaking of the difference between patriotism and nationalism, Mark Twain has this good thought:

    Loyalty to the country always.

    Loyalty to the government when it deserves it.

    Monday, November 14

    7:58 PM One final thought — or two — about this wonderful day. A few minutes ago it started raining, big time. Is it just a “coincidence” that we finished the chimney this afternoon? I don’t think so. Also, it was great riding again today. I used to ride three or four times a week. Hard riding. Cross country riding. Jumping logs and creeks. Kept me in pretty good shape, too. Nowadays I spend most of my “spare” time working on the numerous projects we have going on at the farm. Funny thing is, I enjoy doing this work every bit as much as I enjoy riding. Both are good, healthy activities. I tell Nathan, “Doing all this work will either get me into great shape or kill me.” He jokes, “Dad, it may do both.” I will say this, however. I do smile more when I’m riding than when I’m hauling bricks or mortar up a ladder onto a roof. It’s simply because one activity comes more easily for me than the other. I remember when I was just learning to ride my hot-blooded horses and how many “unplanned dismounts” I had. Today it would be almost impossible to fall off a horse. All this to say: I really enjoyed working with you on the chimney project, Nate. I believe it was well worth the effort, and you were a blast to work with. I hope your home stays warm for many, many winters to come as you raise your future family there.

    Now, on to our next project!

    7:38 PM This is sweet. In the photos Nathan took today I just noticed this one. They are none other than our two puppies, Shiloh and Sheba. What makes Shelties so cute?

    7:25 PM Here’s a family who is moving to the country — “going rural,” as they put it. Far and away one of the best websites on rural living is Backwoods Home Magazine. I recommend it to everyone I know. I recall that when we first moved to rural North Carolina from Southern California Time Magazine has just run a major story on ex-urbanites. The most interesting part of the story, for me, was to learn about the large number of ex-urbanites who were moving back to the suburbs because they found out they couldn’t handle country living after all. As with everything, it takes time to adjust. So hang in there and keep on doing what you are doing — serving the people around you. You’ll soon feel like you’ve lived there forever. I’m happy for you and wish you the very best.

    7:19 PM This is a bit dated, but Daniel Pipes shows how Europe is slowly becoming Muslim. The sobering conclusion:

    Current trends suggest Islamization will happen, for Europeans seem to find it too strenuous to have children, stop illegal immigration, or even diversify their sources of immigrants. Instead, they prefer to settle unhappily into civilizational senility.

    4:55 PM Stop the presses! Sound the trumpets! The Lord allowed us to finish the chimney today. Praise be to Him. I think Nathan did a splendid job, don’t you? And what an assistant he had!

    With the chimney done, I had time to ride again. It was great to saddle up Traveler today.

    My frisky steed needed a good airing out. Here he is cantering. His gait is so smooth you can’t feel a thing.

    My Thoroughbred and I have an understanding. I take good care of him, and he takes good care of me. Here he gets some richly deserved oats after riding. So you think I’m crazy about horses? Who, moi?

    7:24 AM Chad Degenhart documents the benefits of farming. He makes a point worth pondering: Our lifestyle, whether active or sedentary, is a choice.

    6:59 AM In my sermon yesterday I mentioned some ways we can honor Christ’s supremacy in our churches. Here’s an article that discusses the exalted status of Christ and its implications for Body Life: Church Leaders and the Use of Honorific Titles.

    6:53 AM Martin Luther wrote way back in 1524:

    In the measure that we love the Gospel, let us place a strong emphasis on the languages. For it was not without reason that God wrote the Scriptures in two languages, the Old Testament in Hebrew and the New Testament in Greek…. It is a sin and a shame that we do not learn the languages of our Book.

    If you are a pastor-teacher and feel you need a boost with the languages, I’ve written a little book that might help.  

    6:49 AM This evening at 7:00 pm Becky and I will be sharing our Ethiopian ministry with the WMU of Union Chapel Baptist Church. Actually, one of the ladies of the church is opening her home — in the spirit of New Testament hospitality.

    Sunday, November 13

    5:59 PM Just arrived back at Bradford Hall. What a day it’s been. Nate and I almost finished the chimney work on his roof. Then it got dark. If the rain can hold off for one more day, I believe we can finish tomorrow. Had a great meeting at the Raleigh Chinese Christian Church this morning. I spoke from Hebrews 3:1-6 about the need to exalt Christ over every human leader. It is Christ’s status as Son over the house that makes Him superior to Moses, who is a son in the house. This truth can be fleshed out in a number of ways. The following ideas came to mind:

    1) Obey Jesus’ command (Matthew 23) and rid ourselves of honorific titles. We are all “brothers” (Heb 3:1), we are all ministers, and we are all priests.

    2) Honor the One who said “I will build My church” by constructing it according to His pattern. Jesus and the apostles arranged the church so that it would be impossible for anyone to ask “Which church do you attend?” and “Who is your senior pastor?” The people are the church, and the senior pastor is Jesus Himself.

    3) Restore a biblical emphasis upon every-member ministry. This means that our services must be more participatory than they are now, with both formal and informal teaching.

    4) Emphasize, with Paul (1 Cor. 14:26), that we gather not to worship but to edify one another. Worship is (or ought to be) 24/7. Even the mention of “songs, hymns, and spiritual songs” (Col. 3:16) is done in the context of “teaching and admonishing one another.”

    5) “We are His house” (Heb. 3:6) is a reminder that our physical plants (home, rented room, church building, or whatever) are merely places for the Body to meet for edification. Let’s repent of our spending billions of dollars annually in the U.S. on “sanctuaries” to honor the One who said that He does not dwell in houses made with human hands.

    I was so excited when the moderator asked me (with a twinkle in his eye) to conclude the “edification service” with a benediction. I’ll be continuing my messages from Hebrews the next two Sundays.

    5:50 PM Chip Bayer notes the differences between patriotism and nationalism (aka neo-patriotism) in this blog entry. Here are my thoughts:

    True patriotism is love of country, not love of government. Neo-patriotism is mindless worship of the state.

    True patriots refuse to honor government above God. Neo-patriots gladly deify government.

    True patriots understand loyalty as adherence to the ideals upon which the country was founded. Neo-patriots believe in blind submission to the bureaucrats currently running it.

    True patriots believe that eternal vigilance is necessary to keep politicians under check. Neo-patriots are willing to entrust their lives to politicians thinking this means loyalty to the ideals spelled out in the Constitution.

    True patriots believe in the old Constitution heart and soul and abhor all but the most limited and narrowly defined forms of taxation because they believe their money belongs to them and that the federal government only needs enough funding to perform its few, narrowly defined, constitutional duties. Neo-patriots don’t mind sacrificing most of their earnings to unelected bureaucrats, nor do they mind relying on Washington for a host of taxpayer-funded benefits.

    Neo-patriots think that if you criticize U.S. foreign policy or the country’s obsession with security you are “unpatriotic.” True patriots believe that the exercise of critical judgment is absolutely necessary to any civilization that is to stand or forge ahead, and that it is both their right and duty to criticize their government. They concur with President Theodore Theodore Roosevelt: Official White House portraitRoosevelt:

    Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the President or any other public official save exactly to the degree in which he himself stands by the country.

    I pray that the Lord Jesus might reawaken a spirit of true patriotism among His people in this great land of ours. 

    9:11 AM Here’s a new blog by a recent Southeastern grad. NB: You’ll be reading Korean. 

    분주한 한주가 가고 벌써 금요일이다.
    토요일과 주일은 더 바쁘겠지.

    7:20 AM The DBO Blog is two years old today. Special thanks to all our readers for their encouragement and prayers. You’re simply the greatest.

    7:18 AM Got an email recently from a tired, overworked student. I want to remind him (and us) that God never forgets what we do for Him. To paraphrase the author of Hebrews: “God is not unjust; He will not forget your work and the love you have shown Him as you have helped His people and continue to help them.” Take heart today. 

    7:15 AM Tuesday afternoon I fly to Philly to attend ETS in Valley Forge. I’m looking forward to rooming with an old friend, Rick Fairman. Rick is a professor of theology at Lancaster Bible College. I enjoyed teaching there a couple of years ago as a guest professor…. On my last visit to Valley Forge I attended a Wednesday evening prayer service at a small Baptist church almost next door to the encampment site. I hope to do the same this Wednesday…. The weather in Pennsylvania promises to be cold and wet. Better get out my old Basel overcoat…. I’ll take two book ideas with me to ETS. It’s a great chance to visit with the various publishers. I’ll also be talking with Broadman & Holman about the revision of my beginning grammar…. The best part of ETS is seeing old friends. In fact, sometimes the only time I have to be with my own seminary colleagues is at ETS. Odd but true. Should be a fun week. I return on Friday.

    7:04 AM The World Scrabble Championships start in London this week. Question: When you play Scrabble, do you ever modify the rules and allow foreign words?

    Scrabble

    Saturday, November 12

    6:44 PM 31 days and counting.

    6:34 PM Looking ahead to tomorrow, I want to bring a message on Heb. 3:1-6 and the comparison of Christ to Moses. The difference between Christ and Moses was not one of faithfulness but status. One point I’ll be stressing: You don’t have to put someone down to build someone else up.

    6:25 PM Just a heads up: I’m working with a student on putting together an aggregator of Southeastern Seminary bloggers. Our number is growing weekly. More later.

    6:21 PM Now here’s a neat family tradition.

    6:17 PM Becky and Nathan went to South Boston to get some more ladders. Without them, working on the roof is just too dangerous. Still, we made some good headway today on the chimney. I’m glad Nate doesn’t have his dad’s acrophobia.

    5:59 AM This was sweet:

    Dear Dr Black, You refresh my soul, thank you!

    What a way to start your day.

    5:54 AM Just read a great essay about intelligent design over at the Burning Bush. It seems that science (so-called) can be just as close-minded as New Testament scholarship. Why should we be so fearful of examining the data for what they are? Let the facts speak for themselves, and then go where the evidence leads you. As Francis Schaeffer reminded us, you don’t have to put your brain in park or neutral when you become a believer in Jesus. As Dr. Bush says:

    Science should not be the maidservant to religion. Science should be the servant of truth. If religion is true, as I believe Christian Faith is (but not necessarily other religious claims, and I am somewhat selective even within Christianity), then science by serving truth will serve Christian Faith. If my faith needs to be revised, then science might show the way, but Science should be just as open minded. Truth should rule in science and in faith.

    5:38 AM Tomorrow I begin a three-part series at the Raleigh Chinese Christian Church.

    5:30 AM This is it. The last cutting of hay for the year. Good, horse quality fescue-orchard grass, with a touch of clover. This is all the Lord’s provision. Praise be to God.

    “They rejoiced before You/According to the joy of harvest” (Isa. 9:3).

    Today our goal is to finish the chimney on the roof. Can they do it? Will they make it? Stay tuned….

    5:22 AM Greek students! Here’s a site by Dr. Gary Martin that features our beginning grammar. You can even click on phrases and listen to Greek being read aloud. Here are some sentences for practice:

    Let me know how well you did.  

    Friday, November 11

    6:32 PM Just spent a few moments over at John Leone’s blog and saw this great quote.

    It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people’s minds.
    Samuel Adams

     

    I’ll have a lot more to say about the “don’t waste your vote on a third party” fallacy in the very near future.

    6:04 PM We have been receiving encouraging news from Ethiopia. A partial calm has returned to the streets, and some businesses have reopened. The authorities have released over 2400 detainees, but many others are still under arrest. Tragically, one of the security guards at the Evangelical Theological College (where I taught last summer) was killed. Please pray for his family.

    5:53 PM Mr. Alan Knox just emailed me a link to the Reuters image of the Megiddo inscription. This allowed me to correct my November 3 entry. Thank you, Alan. (Alan, the Greek letter nu you asked about is treated here.)

    5:19 PM How about a high five for Nathan? We’re finally through the roof!

    5:13 PM Just received this great email:

    Brother Black,   I greatly enjoyed reading the article you linked to concerning the use of the American flag in our churches today. My family as well as the family we home church with has talked over similar issues many times. A related topic that is a hot spot with us is the singing of patriotic songs in our “worship” services at church. During the church service, we are to be worshipping God, yet people often elevate the status of our country in their minds to being equal with God by singing songs to our country. In many churches, the Sunday service for the Fourth of July consists of singing patriotic songs as opposed to hymns. How does the fact that it’s the birthday of America makes it acceptable to worship our country when we are gathered to worship the Lord? Most churches in America today are in a sad state, placing love of country on equal terms with loving the Lord.   Thank you for so faithfully updating your blog. I enjoy reading everything you post, and often find it though-provoking and encouraging. I also find the links to Greek resources very helpful and fascinating. God bless you and your family!   In Christ, Lindsay K.     My blog: http://lindsay.masterskey.org/

    I agree with you completely about those hymns, Miss Lindsay. Thanks so much for writing.  

    7:27 AM Matthew McDill has been learning some lessons of the cross from the life of Watchman Nee.

    Brothers, if people trust us, there is no need to explain; if people do not trust us, there is no use in explaining.

    7:20 AM I really appreciate Wayne Leman’s desire to see our Bible translations both accurate and readable:

    The constant lesson to be learned from each example of meaningless translation in any English version is that translators of that version need to step back from it to think about whether or not their wording communicates anything to fluent English speakers. They can also be helped empirically, if they test their translation wordings with scientifically representative samples of good speakers of the language, to discover what they understand from their translation wordings. Any wording which communicates little, if anyone, cannot, by definition, be accurate. Only accurate translations communicate the meaning of the biblical text to translation users.

    Amen, brother!

    7:11 AM The Koller’s Cottage has just published a wonderful testimony to the sufficiency of Christ when stretching one’s dollars. You can read it here. And thank you, Mrs. Koller, for the marvelous example you are setting for other women.

    6:57 AM What do the Home School Legal Defense Association, the National Black Home Educators Resource Association, Considering Homeschooling Ministry, and Homeschool Headquarters all endorse? Homeschooling Family to Family, of course. It’s an idea whose time has come.

    Homeschooling Family to Family asks us to extend the hand of Christian fellowship as a home-schooling mentor to help a new family set aside personal fears and begin to home school. We want to encourage seasoned home schoolers to mentor at least one family per year by reaching out to relatives and friends and by helping them take the first step into home schooling! As experienced home schoolers, we can transform those inevitable kitchen-table and backyard conversations into positive home schooling outreach. And, in some cases, mentoring a new family into home schooling will become an opportunity to share the Gospel of Christ.

    6:50 AM A reader sent me a link to this superb essay on flying the American flag in our “sanctuaries.” Please read it carefully and prayerfully. Then shuffle over to the Founders Blog for Tom Nettles’ comments on soul competency. Here’s one of his key conclusions:

    Soul competency frees the church from the impurity of an improper nationalism.

    6:45 AM Why Republican Jerry Kilgore is not Virginia’s next governor:

    The lesson for the Virginia GOP is clear: go back to your base. You alienate your base, you lose. After years of disingenuous pro-life statements, drunken-sailor spending binges, and last year’s billion-dollar tax increase, the Virginia GOP reaped what it sowed. It sowed a divided message, and it reaped a divided base.

    The result? A pro-abort big-spending Democrat. There’s a better option for all true conservatives. Read its platform and you’ll see why.

    6:41 AM One wonders why more Christians don’t consider deschooling their children. This essay by Joe Turtel may strike some as a bit overheated, but the kitchen is getting mighty toasty out there. Turtel argues that reaching children with truth is imperative, not optional. A nugget:

    School authorities force millions of children to sit in boxes called classrooms with 20 other children-inmates for six to eight hours a day, five days a week, for up to ten years. The children must obey the adult education wardens (teachers and principals), who they may fear or dislike. They must study subjects they may hate or that bore them to death. They must associate only with other children their same age who may be bullies, violent, or emotionally disturbed. They must do homework and study for tests they must pass or be left back in school.

    The children are removed from their loving parents and put under the control of teacher-wardens who may not love them, care for them, or simply even have the time to pay attention to them. They are stopped from being free-spirited child. They are told to keep quiet. They are told to obey the rules. They are told to march from classroom cell to classroom cell every 50 minutes to study different subjects that may mean nothing to them.

    UPDATE: Just received word that Lee Shelton has jumped on the homeschooling bandwagon too. His final sentence says it all.

    6:32 AM Has Solomon’s Hebrew alphabet been discovered?

    6:30 AM The Bibel Blog is reporting that the new edition of the Zürcher Bibel has apparently been delayed. (By the way, don’t you enjoy those examples of Germlish – “geupdated”?).

    Die neue Zürcher Bibel, anvisiert für Herbst 2005, lässt ebenfalls auf sich warten, die entsprechende Seite wurde noch nicht wieder geupdated, auch taucht die Neuausgabe noch in keinen Buchlisten auf.

    No doubt the issue of gender will be hotly debated once the Bible is published:

    Im Jahr 2000 sagte die Zürcher reformierte Kirchensynode Ja zu einer Frauenlesegruppe, um feministischen Anfragen Rechnung zu tragen. Ihre Euphorie habe im Lauf der Zeit einer gewissen Bescheidenheit Platz gemacht, sagte Pfarrerin Angela Wäffler von der Gruppe. Diese hat erreicht, dass im Neuen Testament, wenn von Propheten die Rede ist, Prophetinnen an manchen Stellen mitgenannt werden. Mit den Brüdern werden die Schwestern erwähnt, mit den Söhnen auch die Töchter Gottes.

    Die Frauen haben auch an der althergebrachten Übersetzu

    gender ng des zentralen griechischen Worts ‚kyrios’ mit ‚Herr’ gerüttelt, aber keine befriedigende Alternative aufzeigen können. In der Endphase der Arbeit am Text wirken sie, wie Angela Wäffler sagte, auf eine „vorsichtige, moderate Anpassung der Übersetzung an feministische Anliegen“ hin. Über den Text entscheiden endgültig die Übersetzungskommissionen.

    6:23 AM If you know of anyone who will be live-blogging at ETS next week, please let me know.

    6:22 AM Ouch, this hurts!

    6:18 AM Without attempting to join the navel gazers out there who are trying to say what a blog should or should not be, I remain curious about what others are thinking, and this essay lays out the issues nicely. In my judgment, whether or not “blog” is ever defined will make no difference to most bloggers in the end.

    6:11 AM If you’re one who still cares about things like casus belli and the U.S. Constitution, you might enjoy taking the neocon quiz. It’s here.

    Thursday, November 10

    5:59 AM The latest addition to our home page is called The Anabaptists and State Religion.

    5:55 AM Becky Lynn has been busy sorting the 3,000 plus pieces of flannelgraph for distribution among the churches in Ethiopia.

    5:50 AM Over at the Washington Post, Leslie H. Gelb and Anne-Marie Slaughter are calling for No More Blank-Check Wars. A key excerpt:

    Today Congress deliberates on transportation bills more carefully than it does on war resolutions. Our Founding Fathers wanted the declaration of war to concentrate minds. Returning to the Constitution’s text and making it work through legislation requiring joint deliberate action may be the only way to give the decision to make war the care it deserves.

    Truth be told, there is only one political party in America today that would require a congressional declaration of war, and that’s the Constitution Party. From their platform:

    Unconstitutional, Undeclared Wars

    Since World War II, the United States has been involved in tragic, unconstitutional, undeclared wars which cost our country the lives of many thousands of young Americans. These wars were the direct and foreseeable result of the bi-partisan interventionist policy of both Democrat and Republican administrations.

    The Constitution Party is opposed to the continuation of the same interventionist policy, with that policy’s capacity to involve our country in repeated wars.

    We demand that:

    •    never again shall United States troops be employed on any foreign field of battle without a declaration of war by Congress, as required by the United States Constitution;

    •    Congress refuse to fund unconstitutional, undeclared wars pursuant to presidential whim or international obligations under which American sovereignty has been transferred to multi-national agencies.

    5:45 AM On NPR Frank Deford is up in arms about the slaughtering of retired race horses. “Stop the holocaust,” he exclaims. As the owner of a retired race horse, may I remind Mr. Deford (and NPR) that the real holocaust in America involves the 50 million children that have been murdered by abortion since 1973? Will the carnage stop because we elect “conservative” politicians? 32 years of endless talk and false promises should answer that question. On Sept. 11, 2001, 3,000 innocent Americans lost their lives and we are justly outraged. Every day in America over 3,000 Americans are slaughtered by abortion. Our own government has allowed that to happen. God have mercy upon us.

    5:39 AM Look who’s warming up to big government – a Wal-Mart near you.

    5:37 AM We rejoice with Matthew and Dana McDill over the baptism of their daughter Bethany. That was very special, I’m sure. I had the privilege of baptizing my sons at Kailua Beach in Hawaii at the same spot where I was immersed when I was eight. A special day indeed.

    5:35 AM Over at the Founders Ministry Blog, Gene Bridges makes some interesting observations about the cultural (versus theological) differences between the Charleston and Sandy Creek Baptist Associations. Highly recommended!

    5:30 AM My esteemed colleague George Braswell has published yet another book on Islam. It treats such topics as:

    Why is terrorism associated with Islam?
    Is anyone protected from the violence of martyrs?
    Does political Islam have Allah as head of state?
    Does Islam have hatred towards Jews and Christians?
    What is Islam like in America and is it growing?

    Kudos, George!

    5:26 AM Received this great email yesterday:

    I regularly read your articles on daveblackonline.com, and thought you might find this interesting.  Of course, this individual is proposing a complete pull-back from organized religion, which is NOT what you call for (you call for a return to the biblical Church, as opposed to the current spate of powerless, superficial nominally-Christian churches).

    http://www.theofframp.org/Detox.html

    This essay is definitely worth a read. This bit is especially delicious:

    I need to worship. So I go to my local church, which, if it’s cutting-edge, has a worship pastor on staff that prepares an inspiring “worship experience” for me on a weekly basis. One local church I know advertises its worship services on its marquee, “We worship five times, three ways, one God.” (Hello! Is it me or does that just sound wrong?)

    I also need to fellowship with my fellow Christians. So I go to my local church to attend a programmed version of community that provides a surface-level contact with people around some form of activity at my convenience. If I need more fellowship, I go to a small group, usually focused on the dynamic personality of the small group leader or on the subject matter I feel I need to better my life. But again, this is at my convenience and fairly optional if my schedule becomes too demanding.

    I need discipleship and Christian growth. So I go to my local church to attend Sunday services, Bible studies and small groups where someone opens the Bible and tells me what it says and how it should apply to my life. I also have the option of learning “practical” topics such as how to be a good spouse, parent, employee, leader, steward, etc.

    I need to serve. So I go to my local church and participate in a program where I use my time and skills in a fairly convenient manner to help others. For the most part, it’s fairly safe. And if I’m a volunteer, my participation is completely based on my schedule.

    I need to be engaged in mission. So I go to my local church to connect to their evangelistic ministry and their missions program. Every so often I might volunteer to hand out sodas or serve coffee in a convenient and semi-relational form of “reaching people” for Christ. I might also give money to local missionaries the church supports and maybe participate in a weekend mission trip.

    I need a children’s program to educate my kids. So I go to my local church to place my children in the care of Sunday school teachers and youth pastors who will provide the spiritual and moral foundation for their Christian growth via an age-relevant program.

    This is exactly what I’ve been saying for years. I must note that the author does not espouse the answers I would give to the problems we face in our hyper-institutionalized churches. But he certainly has his finger on the problem.

    5:17 AM The Umblog has a few words on the desire for genuine community. The author raises a very good question: If you were to plant a church, what would it look like?

    5:13 AM I extend my heartiest congratulations to John Leone of New Jersey for running the race so well. You are a success in my eyes, friend. Thank you for standing upon principle. You are an example to the rest of us.

    5:10 AM Here’s a delightful letter I received from the UK:

    Hello Dave,

    I wanted to write and say thank you for the excellent writing you have on your website. I periodically check it to read the articles you have written. Today, I really enjoyed you piece on Greener-Pasture Pastors. As a UK resident, I’m not always up to speed on American politics to understand some of things you write on but I always enjoy your pieces on aspects relating to the Bible and our faith in Jesus. Many of the points you make are very thought provoking and more than once I have shared your work with others.

    5:05 AM This Sunday, November 13, the world wide web will celebrate its 15th birthday. Coincidently, November 13, 2003, was also the day we launched our blog here at DBO. Here’s our very first entry:

    6:00 AM Introducing the DBO blog: news, commentary, musings, and miscellaneous blatherings from your web host. I begin with a quotation from one of my all-time favorite authors, Malcolm Muggeridge, from his book Confessions of a Twentieth Century Pilgrim:

    Changing from teaching to journalism, he discovers, is not as drastic as might be supposed. Both professions are exercises in fantasy; the instruction that teachers pass on to their classes is as dubious as the news and comment that journalists pass on to their readers. Such difference as there is lies in the time factor; within reason, the Teacher can devote as much time as he likes to expounding his subject, whereas the Journalist is exclusively concerned with the immediate present. The Teacher, that is to say, is liable to be a long-drawn out bore; the Journalist, an instant one. Otherwise, there are in the same business–as St Augustine puts it, “Vendors of words.”

    Being a de novo web journalist, in addition to passing myself off as a teacher, I find quite an interesting (and often challenging) combination. The sincere prayer of my heart is that of an ancient saint:

    God, humble my pride, extinguish the last stirrings of my ego, obliterate whatever remains of worldly ambition and carnality, and in these last days of a mortal existence, help me to serve only Thy purposes, to speak and write only Thy words, to think only Thy thoughts, to have no other prayer than: “Thy will be done.” In other words, to be a true Convert.

    Do stop by often, as these ruminations will be coming to you at any time of day or night.

    How time flies!  

    Wednesday, November 9

    6:05 AM Apparently the photo of the Megiddo inscription that I linked on Sunday has been removed from many Internet sites. It does appear, however, that I may have been correct that the inscription read “God Jesus Christ” instead of “Lord Jesus Christ.”

    5:58 AM German students! Here are some good audio links. And remember: Aller Anfang ist Schwer.

    5:50 AM My wife and father-in-law are working on a second CD for distribution among the pastors in Ethiopia. Below is one of the tools to be included. Blows my mind!

    5:47 AM I recently spoke at Amis Chapel Baptist Church near Oxford, NC. Amis Chapel is the mother church of my own congregation here in Virginia. Gene Brooks, a Southeastern student, has just started as interim there. Welcome to the ‘hood, Gene.

    5:41 AM Congratulations to Chuck Baldwin on 30 years of ministry in one place. Chuck was once a right-wing Republican, but now he stands up stoutly against imperialism and the New World Order. I have to tell it like it is: Chuck’s run for the vice-presidency on the Constitution Party ticket was a huge sacrifice of time and money but it got many people thinking about the Constitution again. Today, while we are sharpening our bayonets to carve off another big piece of the Middle East, Chuck is a reminder that old-fashioned conservatism is still alive in America, and that we are a Republic, not an Empire. Keep preaching it, brother. We’ll keep listening.

    5:36 AM Received this nice letter yesterday.

    Dave, I really enjoyed your “Reformation Day” reference.  I did not realize Halloween shared the same day.  When we gathered at one of the fellowship families that night for what the Lady of the House called “Jesus Jubilee”, I brought a printed copy of your article and suggested that in the future we refer to this day as Reformation Day, remind our children of the history and challenge each other on to further reformation in our lives.  Now that my _________ College son is home from school for election day break, he informs me that everyone on campus is also referring to it as Reformation Day.  While he is uncertain as to who to attribute the name to, he did say your blog was followed by many on campus!  Congratulations!  I believe we have just established a most excellent Christian Holiday over a corrupt pagan one!

    Tuesday, November 8

    6:37 AM In 5 weeks we leave for Ethiopia.

    6:33 AM What a great day we had yesterday. As I left Bradford Hall to go to Nathan’s farm the beautiful fall foliage greeted me.

    Over at Maple Ridge we continued our work on the chimney. We’re almost done with the upstairs portion. Next step: into the attic and through the roof.  

    Then it was off to campus. Dr. Godwin’s recital was fabulous. She even played Buxtehude — just for me! 

    Becky’s refreshments were enjoyed by all. Her herb tea was a big hit.  

    I met up with my good buddy and faculty colleague, Dr. Logan Carson. He pastures at the Olive Branch Baptist Church in Wake Forest, where I’ll be speaking in January.  

    We thank God for Nannette and the God-honoring music she brings to our campus. She has also been a great inspiration in Nathan’s life as an organist.

    6:13 AM A cyber-pal sent me this kind letter yesterday:

    Brother Dave,

    Thank you for your continuing ministry through Dave Black Online and for your willingness to share the Light of the Gospel with the people of Ethiopia. Hope that my small contribution can play a part.

    Darrell Dow

    Darrell is one of the sanest voices on the Internet today. Although I’ve never met him personally, I’m always encouraged and challenged when I read his site. Thank you, Darrell, for all you are doing to advance the cause of Christ.

    6:06 AM The latest on the situation in Addis Ababa.

    Monday, November 7

    7:47 AM A home scholar is a year older. Happy BD Joshua!

    UPDATE: Once, while the Austins were visiting Bradford Hall, Josh decided he’d borrow Nathan’s bugle and sound Reveille to wake up his mom and dad. I think he woke up the entire county as well.

    7:31 AM Yesterday I received an email from a man who believes that musical instruments should not be allowed in church services and that believers may only sing psalms. I did not reply to him as he did not ask me to. Had he asked me what I thought I might have said the following. The first thing I would say is that we must all be interested in one thing and only thing only — holding a truly biblical position before the Lord based on the teaching of Scripture. It is extremely important for us to see what the Bible says both in its didactic statements and in the way it illustrates the truth in the lives of people. In all the really important areas of our lives I believe we can find that the principles set down in Scripture are adequate to answer our questions. They tell us the way we should live and walk. But there are some areas where the Bible does not give us such clear indications. Personally I find no mechanical formula for church music in the Bible, but the Bible does make it very plain that when believers “come together” in church it is to be primarily for edification and not for worship. For this reason, I do not get involved in discussions about “worship style” because it seems clear to me that worship is to be 24/7 for the Christian. We do not come together to worship; we come as worshippers. Thus, if we are truly seeking the Lord in this matter of worship, we will have to acknowledge that the Bible teaches that we have an obligation to worship God in our daily walk and not just on Sundays. Another thing to guard against is the idea that the patterns for the Christian assembly are somehow unclear or, if they are clear, are inapplicable to today. Some will say, “If the wine is new, why worry about the wineskins? The wine is the important thing.” However, it is important to notice that while the Bible indicates that the inward is more important than the outward, yet the Bible does not allow us to disregard the outward altogether. The new wineskins are still very important to God. Having said this, however, we must realize that in these areas of church life God can lead as He wishes, and often His leading is very quiet. This is how it has been with me. Although I feel that the Scripture makes adequately plain which church practices please Him and which do not, I do try to keep these matters in perspective. This does not mean that these things are not importance to me. It is just that none of these things has any part in our justification before God. But once we become Christians, we want to obey the commands of Christ. For me, this means belonging to a Bible-believing fellowship where the one-anothers of Scripture are practiced. The Lord has been speaking to me during my prayer times in the quietness of the farm that it is important to Him that I be faithful in the wineskins. It is not, however, necessary for me to convince any other believer what he or she must think. It is my prayer that the whole church of Christ will seek to know God’s will and be sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit in all these matters. My advice would be to remember at all times that His arms are about us and that He will certainly lead us into all truth if we are willing to do His will.

    7:05 AM Monday morning shout out to Doug and Janie Cutts. Janie served up the most delicious platter of venison we’ve had in a long time. After church we gathered up the eyeglasses from Norlina Baptist Church. Our total now is 212 pairs. Last night Becky Lynn began sorting them and placing them into their hand-made carrying cases.

    Addis Ababa was calm over the weekend. Embassies in the capital wrote a strongly worded letter to the Prime Minister calling on him to release all political prisoners and to end the use of lethal force, random searches, and indiscriminate beatings. This week will be a crucial test to see whether the violence continues. Thank you for praying.

    Sunday, November 6

    6:50 AM The Jerusalem Post as well as several biblioblogs are reporting that archaeologists in Israel have unearthed an ancient church at Megiddo in Northern Israel. The church dates from the third or fourth century. The article from the JP notes:

    Found on the floor of the structure was an inscription written in Greek dedicating the monument to the “Lord Jesus Christ”. In addition to the dedication to Jesus, three other inscriptions were found on the mosaic floor.

    I may be wrong, but my reading of the inscription indicates that Jesus is actually being called “God.” The words for “God Jesus Christ,” theo iesou christo, are visible in the fifth line (though abbreviated in the Greek to tho iu cho). Perhaps the JP and I are looking at different inscriptions, or I am misreading the Greek.

    6:32 AM The Normal Christian Blog just posted a review of our book Using New Testament Greek in Ministry.

    6:28 AM Over at the Koller’s Cottage you’ll find some beautiful pictures of Arlington House, the home of General Lee and his wife. Great job, Erin.

    Saturday, November 5

    5:12 PM Just a reminder that Dr. Nannette Godwin of our music faculty will be performing Buxtehude and other organ (and piano) works this coming Monday at 7:00 pm on campus. My wife will be preparing light refreshments for a post-performance reception. Join us if you can.

    5:02 PM Just had a great day working on the chimney with my son. Nathan does the work that involves talent. Me, I’m good for just about anything that doesn’t involve skill. It’s amazing to watch him build things with his hands. It’s pure artisanship at work, a forgotten skill these days it seems to me. Meanwhile Becky has been hard at work in her garden and with our preparations for December’s trip. She was up till 2:00 am last night making sure the laptops were ready for Ethiopia. We will be delivering them along with projectors to the church leaders in the south.

    I hope you don’t get too bored with these updates. We are so excited to be returning to the land of Becky’s childhood. It is humbling to think that God would use us so many years after her parents left Ethiopia. We have our plans, but we really have no idea what will happen once we get there. It’s all in God’s hands, even our physical safety. Thanks for praying.

    7:08 AM We just received this email from a student in Ethiopia. Please continue praying for this troubled nation.

    I am afraid to tell you what is going on in our country specially, at Addis Ababa. This last week was full of plight; you know what was happened in last June, by following of the election. These last five days Addis Ababa were full gun shuts and many innocents were killed. It was very sad situation. Many youths arrested by the polices, I think about 5000 youths. At list 40 had been killed and about 200 injured. In fact, the violence was made not only by youths but by the whole peoples: men and women. Specially, begins from Wednesday all schools, offices even the government offices were closed and still today taxi transportations does not start. It was very sad moments. In our college we had fasting and prayer time on this issues for last Monday thru Wednesday, but Wednesday we can’t stay at college, because of gun shuts and disturbance on the city. 

     

    Dear BeckyLynn, we need every body PRAY to our country. We desperately need that God’s mighty hand may move over all the country. Individually and corporately we are seeking His face.

    You can read more here.  

    6:55 AM Our weekend plans have changed. Originally we planned to attend a reenactment, but instead we will be giving an update on our Ethiopian work at the Norlina Baptist Church in North Carolina. Our good friends Doug and Janie Cutts are leading a great missions charge at NBC, and we want to be part of it.

    6:36 AM I just finished writing my entry below when I snapped this photo from my front porch. Psalm 66:5: “Come and witness God’s exploits! His acts on behalf of people are awesome!” (NET Bible).

    6:26 AM I so appreciate all of the articles and links you kind people have sent me on the emergent church. I do praise the Lord that the Holy Spirit has led the younger generation of Christians into understanding the weaknesses of the institutionalized church. I feel that they are very much like those of us in the 1960s who were part of the so-called Jesus Movement. However, I also feel that the new generation is in a place of grave danger because, realizing that much of what is called evangelical Christianity has terrible weaknesses, they tend to ignore the weaknesses of their own movement. Just as the Jesus Movement (of which I was a part) was eccentric in its overemphasis on experience and on Jesus as our “friend,” so the emergent church not only fails to argue its case biblically but actually considers propositional truth largely irrelevant. Therefore I think that the emergent church is so completely destructive in the finding of truth that I would not for a moment even seem to equate it with the New Testament church. The profound connection I see between doctrine, spirituality, and the whole spectrum of reality veritably shouts a “no” to the wrong emphases in both emergent Christianity and non-emergent Christianity and a “yes” to the New Testament vision of Christ’s Body. I am convinced that both emergers and non-emergers are taught against too a narrow a backdrop. Some are fighting exclusively the old battle of the Reformation concerning the great doctrines of the faith, while others are seeking exclusively the answers to really deep spiritual issues such as the meaning of life, communion with God, and personal peace. The marvelous thing is that the Bible has such wonderful and clear answers not only to our intellectual questions but to the spiritual ones as well. I feel that most of the reformed churches have let the pendulum swing too far in one direction in thinking that if only the right doctrines were taught all would be well, while emergers have concentrated almost exclusively on the opposite area of relationships. I am becoming increasingly convinced that since God is both light and love (this is the message of 1 John) it is our calling as Christians to act in such a way as to demonstrate the character of God as both ultimate reality and ultimate relationship. Failure to show forth either of these is, in my opinion, equally a perversion of the gospel. We must display both truth and love simultaneously. I am convinced that what is needed today is a fundamental recommitment to the twofold emphasis of the primitive New Testament church upon apostolic doctrine and apostolic practice (Acts 2:42) — in other words a recommitment to both orthodoxy and orthopraxy. It seems to me, having read with interest a great deal of what the emergers are saying, that they understand the need for this. They are properly repulsed by a form of Christianity that stresses the external signs without the internal realties. And because of this, I sense that their numbers will grow among those in Christendom who are seeking a balance in showing forth the love of God and the holiness of God. It is my firm belief that doctrinal rightness is extremely important, but only as a starting point to go on to a living relationship with God. At the same time, the church still has the duty of guarding the truth and proclaiming the gospel to the lost, and this cannot be reduced to non-verbal actions. God willing, Becky and I will be doing both in Ethiopia in just a few short weeks.

    Friday, November 4

    4:47 PM Becky and I just got back from the “big city” where we had lunch and saw the podiatrist. It’s too late to work on the chimney so I thought I’d snap a few pics. Stopped by Nate’s farm to see how he was getting along. As you can see, his turkeys are extremely friendly and love to fly up on your arm or shoulder.

    Here are our bottle-fed calves awaiting their supper. We have them in the “mini-pasture” until they are old enough to be with the big boys.

    What would we ever do without our Massey-Ferguson? Nate baled a field today. After working on the chimney tomorrow we’ll finish the other fields then gather the bales into the barn in anticipation of what is already promising to be a right cold winter.

    Becky’s big job for tomorrow is d/c-ing her raised garden beds and prepping them for a new layer of mulch.  

    Kids, here’s one for you!

    Alphabet Farm Song

    (Tune:  Old MacDonald Had a Farm)

    Mrs. _______ had a farm

    A  B  C  D  E

    Letters, letters in the hay

    F  G  H  I  J

    With a K  L  M,  N  O  P

    Pigs and ducks and bumblebees

    Q  R  S  T  U  and  V

    W  X  Y  Z

    So long, yall!  

    6:35 AM The latest addition to our home page is called Extending the Reformation.

    6:32 AM As many of you know, last summer we hired a professional videographer to tape my beginning Greek classes in Addis Ababa. I am currently looking for someone to edit the raw tapes (two cameras were used) into DVDs. My primary goal is to make my beginning course available to third world students and home scholars. If you would be willing to help me or know of someone who can, please contact me.

    6:30 AM In this overview of Hebrews used at a Baptist University, it is argued that the style of Hebrews and that of Paul are so different as to preclude the possibility of the Pauline authorship of the letter. Like many such discussions, the essay repeats arguments without evaluating them. Here’s one example:

    In addition, the author of the Letter to the Hebrews introduces his quotations from the Old Testament with the formula “The Holy Spirit says” (legei to pneuma to hagion) (3:7) or “He [God] says” (legei) (1:6, 7; 5:6; 8:5, 10), whereas Paul introduces his quotations by the formulas “It has been written” (gegraptai) or “The scripture says” (legei hê graphê).

    This argument, though frequently mentioned in the literature, will not do. And the reason it will not do is because it fails to cite evidence to the contrary. I will not belabor the point here (I have treated this issue at length in an article in Faith and Mission), but you can look up the following passages and check the data for yourselves: 1 Cor. 6:16; 15:27; 2 Cor. 6:2; Gal. 3:16; Eph. 4:8; 5:14. As Nigel Turner concluded (A Grammar of New Testament Greek, vol. 4, Style, p. 109): “This impersonal use of ‘he says’ is quite rabbinical and also Pauline….” If I may paraphrase Origen: “Why scholars keep repeating arguments without examining them against the primary data, God alone knows.” My approach? Give students the evidence, discuss the pros and cons, then let them decide for themselves.

    6:18 AM Phil Lancaster is right. It is an affront to Jesus Christ and an insult to every other man in the church for a pastor to assume a place of prominence and uniqueness when Jesus Himself condemned any attempt at superiority of position (Matt 23:8). Jesus is the only Senior Pastor of the church. The rest of us are brothers. R. T. France, in his Tyndale Commentary on Matthew, reminds us:

    [Jesus] has the only true claim to ‘Moses’ seat.’ Over against that unique authority His disciples must avoid the use of honorific titles for one another, an exhortation which today’s church could profitably take more seriously, not only in relation to formal ecclesiastical titles (‘Most Rev.’, ‘my Lord Bishop,’ etc.) but more significantly in its excessive deference to academic qualifications or to authoritative status in the churches.

    I am called many things: Dr. Black, Professor Black, Dr. David Alan Black, etc. I sincerely appreciate the love and respect behind these titles.

    My preference? Brother Dave.

    6:12 AM The other night I looked at my dog Shiloh asleep in my library and my mind turned to the concept of worship. Funny, I thought, how he worships the ground I walk on. He is completely dependent on me. He can’t wait to be with me. I get home and he barks wildly until I pet him. He can’t wait to serve me, to do my every bidding. He goes wherever I go, sits wherever I sit. He positions himself where he can see my face. All I have to do is look into his eyes, and if I look at him just right he knows it’s a signal to come and jump up on the sofa so I can scratch his ears. I whistle and he knows it’s time to go outside and check up on the goats.

    Now, how do we learn to trust God? The same way. It comes by seeking His face. By looking at Him in His Word. By depending on Him completely. By doing His every bidding.

    Thanks, Shiloh. What a lesson. I love you.

    6:06 AM Over at Texas Wildflowers Lady Lora asks: Do we take our Christianity too lightly? Are we willing to suffer – really suffer – for the sake of the Savior? Christ died so that He might be our Savior from sin. This is a fundamental truth of Christianity. The tragic reality, however, is that many of us who profess to accept His Saviorship refuse to accept His Lordship. Christ’s death is not to be understood merely as information—“isn’t it great that Christ died for my sins!” There must also be identification: “Yes, Christ died for me, but He died so that I might no longer live for myself but unto Him who died for me and rose again” (cf. 2 Cor. 5:15).

    6:00 AM This family has a wonderful testimony to the grace and love of Jesus while raising a large family to the glory of God. Thanks, Laura, for your example of selflessness, and may the Lord richly bless you and your ever-expanding quiver.

    5:55 AM In less than five weeks Becky and I will be in Ethiopia. Here’s the latest advisory from the U.S. Embassy in Addis Ababa:  

    To all American Citizens in Ethiopia:

    The Embassy is issuing this Warden Message to alert U.S. citizens to security concerns prompted by recent events. This morning, Tuesday, November 1, local police took action to disperse stone-throwing demonstrators protesting in the Mercato and Piazza areas of Addis Ababa, resulting in reports of injuries and some deaths on both sides. As of 2:00 p.m., the situation in the areas noted above showed signs of returning to normal with a noticeable reduction in the number of blue taxis and city buses on the streets. Most businesses in the Piazza and Mercato area closed early today.  

    Americans should exercise prudence and caution in going about their normal activities and, as always, avoid public demonstrations and political rallies. For at least the next several days, avoid the Mercato and Piazza areas, carry photo identification (such as your U.S. passport) with you at all times, and cooperate fully if confronted by law enforcement.

    Meanwhile the unrest in the capital continues. A new border war with Eritrea is also a possibility. Thankfully, as far as we know Bereket and our other Ethiopian sons are safe. Thank you for your prayers for this beleaguered nation.

    5:50 AM Yesterday I received this delightful letter from a brand new Greek student. I wish him well on his “journey.”  

    Dr. Black,

    Thank you once again for the Greek workbook and CD. They arrived yesterday and my new copy of your book arrived today. Tonight begins my journey into the Greek language.

    You have been a blessing to me and my studies. Your website has a wealth of information and I visit it daily. It is a “seminary” in its own right.

    I know I’ve mentioned this before, but if any of you are studying Greek and happen to be using my beginning grammar Learn to Read New Testament Greek, let me know and I will gladly send you my workbook and pronunciation CD gratis.  

    Thursday, November 3

    5:47 AM The world must speak out. Addis Ababa is a war zone. What can Wounded person at the Black Lion Hospitalstop the indiscriminate use of lethal force against helpless women and children? People are dying every hour. The violent response of the Ethiopian government should be condemned by the entire international community. I call upon President Bush and Prime Minister Blair to exert the greatest pressure possible on the leadership in Addis so that the arrests and killings stop NOW. It is high time the developed countries speak out openly and condemn this senseless brutality.

    5:38 AM In his review (.pdf) of my book Why Four Gospels? for the Review of Biblical Literature, Leo Percer of Baylor University shows considerable courage in giving credence to my view that our earliest Gospel was Matthew’s and not Mark’s, as is held by the majority of scholars today. I say “courageous” because anyone who offers even the slightest challenge to the modern consensus opinio risks being accused of the grossest obscurantism.

    However, Percer creates a straw man in arguing that my view of the order of the Synoptic Gospels (which I posit as Matthew-Luke-Mark) ignores the historical evidence, which (in Percer’s view) is Matthew-Mark-Luke. This is not at all what I say, however. My view is that there are two apparently conflicting historical understandings of the order of the Synoptic Gospels, what I might call the Clementine view (named after the church father Clement of Alexandria, who stated that the Gospels containing genealogies [viz. Matthew and Luke] came first); and the Augustinian view (which represents the canonical order found in most of our Bibles today). As I note on page 43 of my book, it is possible for Mark to be regarded from two different aspects as both the second and the third—third in order of actual composition, but second in order of authority as the work of the apostle Peter. Thus the canonical order of Matthew-Mark-Luke places the works of apostles (Matthew and Mark = Peter) first. In this way, the Gospel of Mark functions as a “canonical bridge” as it were between the church’s earliest Gospel, that of Matthew (written primarily for Jewish Christians), and the next Gospel to be written, that of Luke (written largely for Gentile converts stemming from Paul’s missionary efforts in the larger Roman Empire). Much the same phenomenon occurs with the position of the book of Acts, which is the second volume of Luke’s history of the church (Luke-Acts). Why did the church take Acts, which was written before John, and place it after that writing? The reason apparently lies in the desire of the early church to provide an explanation of how the church got from the ministry of Jesus (as portrayed in the Gospel accounts) to the organized ministration as seen in the epistles. Acts alone provides the bridge of understanding between these phases of the development of earliest Christianity.

    All of this makes sense when one takes into account the historical situation. Among the practical necessities of the apostles after Pentecost, they must have recognized the need for a written record of the fulfillment of Scripture that could serve as a witness in their place whenever they themselves could not do so personally. The Twelve chose Matthew to undertake this task. Thus Matthew, no doubt in close consultation with the other apostles, set down his witness to the life of Christ, limiting himself to the scope of one commercial-length scroll (10 meters). Due to the very real threat of persecution, the “Gospel according to Matthew” was completed before the apostles separated at the time of the persecution under King Herod Agrippa I and therefore was available to the apostle Paul on his very first missionary journey. Almost immediately, however, Paul encountered questions put to him by his converts that revealed problems peculiar to the Gentile environment to which Matthew’s account provided no explicit solutions. Between AD 58 and 60, when Paul and Luke found themselves at maritime Caesarea, Paul urged Luke to recover material that it had not been possible to incorporate in the scroll of Matthew and that would provide a fuller elucidation of Jesus’ teaching about the place of the Gentiles in the kingdom of God. This material was used by Luke to produce a “Gentile edition” of the Gospel. Later still, in 61/62, Paul found himself in Rome, and it was during his detention there that he would have had the opportunity to ask Peter to check over Luke’s text in order to enable him to publish it for use in the Gentile churches. (Remember that Luke himself was not an apostle.) Eusebius (EH 6.14.5-7) tells us that Peter’s response came in a series of messages given before a Roman audience comprised of high military officials. These messages were recorded by Mark, who was Peter’s secretary, and issued by him in written form to members of the audience at their request. These talks subsequently came to be referred to as “the Gospel according to Mark.”

    There is, then, sufficient circumstantial evidence for accepting Mark as the literal transcript of a shorthand record made while Peter was actually delivering his talks. Subsequently, Peter permitted Mark to make the transcript available to all who asked for it. The fact that Mark never set out to write a Gospel may explain why his work was hardly ever quoted by Christian writers during the next three hundred years.

    Later I will have more on the patristic testimony and its bearing on the origin of the Gospels.

    5:11 AM Now here’s a great definition of Christianity from the Austin family:

    Christianity is not a list of rules to follow. It is not going to a building once a week to hear some famous, or not so famous guy entertain you with his puns, or awe you with his human knowledge. Christianity is a relationship with Jesus Christ, our Holy God, a submission to His Spirit’s leading always in accordance with His written word, and a love that is only from above. This is only achieved in truth by a person who has been given faith from God.

    The early disciples were first called “Christians” by unbelievers, not by their fellow disciples. What did the world see in those first believers? They saw their Christianity – their “Christ-likeness.” I once heard a child refer to this, not as Christianity, but as “Christianality.” It was a faux pas, but I like that word. Would our neighbors see Christ in us; would they recognize our Christianality? That’s a question I ponder daily here on the farm. In a close-knit community like ours, it is difficult to fake this sort of thing. People want to see reality.

     

    Christianality

     

    I encourage you to spend some time getting reacquainted with the Book of Acts. Perhaps you will conclude, as I have done, that our lives and churches are so far removed from the pattern of the New Testament that it’s time to make some real changes. This will not be easy. Long-held habits do not die overnight. It will take a great deal of prayer and effort (in the Spirit) to overcome our false habits and thoughts. Nor will the devil take it lying down – as my wife often reminds me. He will be there constantly to tell us that it doesn’t really matter, that change is so difficult it is also dispensable. It is at this point that we must be sensitive to what the Spirit is saying about true Christianity. This includes the Christian obligation to exercise hospitality toward others – opening our homes freely and graciously to others, and going out of our way to care for the orphans and widows in their need. This is something the Lord has been impressing upon me for several years now, and today I would just as soon visit shut-ins as preach a sermon.

    As my friends the Austins are discovering, in the world of men there is nothing greater than becoming true disciples of Jesus Christ. We can do this successfully only by exercising relentless faith – faith in the Triune God who saves, keeps, and satisfies as no other can. Then, as He leads us so to do, let us go out into our communities and declare to them – more by our actions, by our “Christianality,” than by our words – that He loves and cares for them, too. After all, as Jesus Himself said, this has always been the greatest apologetic for true Christianity (John 13:35).

    5:03 AM Karl Hoffmann, a former SEBTS student and a good friend of our family, is involved in a new church plant. You can read about it in his essay called Life Together.

    Wednesday, November 2

    7:38 AM As my wife and I entered the village in southern Ethiopia we were met by the church elders and their assistants – servants who were to care for our physical needs. As we began to settle our weary bodies into our small guest room, the church servants carefully removed our shoes, brought a basin of cool water, and began to wash our feet. This was nothing out of the ordinary for them, but for us it meant everything after a long and wearying journey.

    Our Lord once put a towel around Himself and washed His disciples’ feet. We must ask ourselves: “Whose feet are we washing?” I do not mean this pietistically. Scripture is clear that we must either humble ourselves now or be humbled in the future. One day we will stand in a believers’ judgment and have our works as Christians tried. Whatever we have done for ourselves – including seeking prominence, power, and the praise of men –will be lost forever.

    If we are going to do the Lord’s work we must take His example seriously. And not only His example. Elsewhere Jesus instructed His followers that they were not to be called “Rabbi” or “Master,” and that the greatest among them would be the servant of all (Matt. 23:8, 10; Mark 10:44). Yet how easy it is to reverse the equation. Doesn’t each one of us want to press on to the greatest place as we follow the natural inclinations of our fallen natures? In earlier days the Pope used to be called the “servant of servants.” What a biblical title that is! Yet I am told that when the Pope ate he did so raised on a platform while other people ate below this “servant of servants.” While traveling through the “Holy City” his gold-covered chair would be carried on the backs of men. How much like us! How easy it is to talk about humility, speaking about being a servant of servants and then being carried on the backs of men.

    When have Brother Sounding Brass or Sister Tinkling Cymbal been more in evidence than today? Hubris and self-centeredness characterize every level of American society. Health, wealth, and happiness fads flourish, politicians add a Bible verse or two to justify their ungodly policies, godless entertainers throw in a hymn every now and then to satisfy a gullible public, and church-goers pay God a tip on Sunday morning to soothe their aching consciences. Bible scholars read papers at conferences knowing full well their scholarship has nothing to do with advancing the kingdom of God but everything to do with their promotions. We build elaborate platforms for our pastors and then provide them with chairs that would make the chief seats in the synagogue pale. We patronize God instead of obeying Him these days.

    Never has evangelical Christianity needed foot-washing more than today. Some churches have made it into a third ordinance – members actually wash the feet of others during their meetings. Most of us would be appalled at making foot-washing an ordinance, but it would be a million times better to wash each others’ feet in a literal way than never to wash anybody’s feet in any way.

    Our Lord said that when we wash each others’ feet we are having and practicing the attitude He commands. Today there must be more than biblical orthodoxy and even church purity. There must be the deep, devotional attitude toward God and a concomitant attitude of humility toward others. Speaking as a seminary professor, I am afraid that our book-learning and degrees and exalted titles and churchly positions are often nothing but seedbeds for pride.

    Are you a foot-washer? Am I? By God’s grace, let us not be infiltrated by the values of affluence, education, and personal peace. Let us use the treasures that God has given us in humble service to Him and in such a way that when we come to that Day we will have treasures laid up in heaven – and people eagerly waiting for us.

    Eternal Creator and Loving God,
    In the act of kneeling to wash one another’s feet,
    may we kneel also in our hearts
    so that our lives may bow in service
    to your will and not our own.
    In allowing our feet to be washed,
    may our lives be cleansed with your forgiveness
    so that we may go forth
    freed from the bonds of guilt and despair
    to live in freedom and hope.

    O Lord,
    In our washing of feet,
    cleanse our relationships with one another as well.

    May we, in washing one another’s feet,
    forgive and accept forgiveness from one another
    for any hurts or wrongs or misunderstandings
    that have passed between us,
    so that we may rise to sit together at your table
    in a renewed and strengthened fellowship in your love. Amen. (Source.)

    6:45 AM I see that Origen has been misquoted again on the authorship of Hebrews. Origen meets the stylistic objection to Pauline authorship in a manner similar to that of his predecessor Clement: the thoughts are Pauline, but the style and diction are to be credited to another hand. In this way Origen maintains the apostolic origin of the epistle while removing the objection based on the diversity of style. When Origen says, “For not without reason have the men of old handed it down as Paul’s,” and then adds, “But who wrote the epistle, in truth God knows,” he does not mean to suggest uncertainty about the author but only about the penman—that is, the one who reduced the letter to writing—for he has just asserted that the thoughts are those of the apostle Paul. To assert that Origen meant to suggest that only God knew the author of the epistle is to suppose that Origen has contradicted himself in the same paragraph.

    It is astonishing to see how these basic facts about Origen’s view of authorship are overlooked by commentators on Hebrews, who almost always quote him in support of an agnostic position on the letter’s authorship (and, by extension, its conceptual background). It is clear that Origen is referring, not to the author responsible for the contents of the letter, but to its penman, and he is certain that the former is none other than the apostle Paul. Had these authors read the works of Origen they would have seen that his actual method of quoting Hebrews indicates a firm belief in the Pauline authorship of the letter. A sampling of quotations from Origen will make this clear.

    De Principiis 1:

    And therefore I think it sufficient to quote this one testimony of Paul from the Epistle to the Hebrews, in which he says [Heb 11:24-26], “By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; esteeming the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures of the Egyptians.”

    De Principiis 3.2.4:

    And the apostle Paul warns us [Heb 2:1]: “Therefore we ought to give the more earnest heed to the things which we have heard, lest perhaps we should let them slip.”

    De Principiis 4.1.13:

    In another Epistle also, when referring to the tabernacle, he [the reference is to Paul] mentions the direction which was given to Moses [Heb 8:5]: “Thou shalt make (all things) according to the pattern which was showed thee in the mount.”

    De Principiis 4.1.13:

    Moreover, in the Epistle to the Hebrews, discoursing of those who belong to the circumcision, he [Paul] writes [Heb 8:5]: “who serve for an ensample and shadow of heavenly things.”

    De Principiis 4.1.24:

    For Paul openly says of them [Heb 8:5], that “they serve unto the example and shadow of heavenly things.”

    De Principiis 2.7.7:

    And the apostle [Paul] says with reference to the law [Heb 8:5], that they who have circumcision of the flesh, “serve for the similitude and shadow of heavenly things.”

    De Principiis 2.3.5:

    I will show, however, from what statements of Paul I have arrived at this understanding. He says [Heb 9:26], “But now once in the consummation of ages, He was manifested to take away sin by the sacrifice of Himself.”

    De Principiis 3.1.10:

    To show more clearly, however, what we mean, let us take the illustration employed by the apostle Paul in the Epistle to the Hebrews, where he says [Heb 6:7-8], “For the earth, which drinketh in the rain that cometh oft upon it, and bringeth forth herbs meet for them by whom it is dressed, will receive blessing from God; but that which beareth thorns and briers is rejected, and is nigh unto cursing, whose end is to be burned.”

    Against Celsus 7.29:

    And it is in reference to this Jerusalem that the apostle [Paul] spoke, as one who, “being risen with Christ, and seeking those things which are above,” had found a truth which formed no part of the Jewish mythology. “Ye are come,” says he [Heb 12:22], “unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable company of angels.”

    Against Celsus 3.52:

    For the word is used by our Paul in writing to the Corinthians, who were Greeks, and not yet purified in their morals…. Now the same writer, knowing that there was a certain kind of nourishment better adapted for the soul, and that the food of those young persons who were admitted was compared to milk, continues [Heb 5:12-14]: “And ye are become such as have need of milk, and not of strong meat. For every one that useth milk is unskilful in the word of righteousness; for he is a babe. But strong meat belongeth to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.”

    To Africanus 9:

    For the author of the Epistle to the Hebrews, in speaking of the prophets, and what they suffered, says [Heb 11:37], “they were stoned, they were sawn asunder, they were slain with the sword.” …some one hard pressed by this argument may have recourse to the opinion of those who reject this Epistle as not being Paul’s; against whom I must at some other time use other arguments to prove that it is Paul’s.”

    These examples are sufficient to show that Origen ascribes the authorship of Hebrews to the apostle Paul. He knew that the ancients had handed Hebrews down as a Pauline epistle, and it was on the strength of that tradition that he constantly cited the letter as Paul’s and declared his readiness to prove his convictions by arguments. Origen was aware of two conjectures, one identifying the assistant as Clement of Rome, the other identifying him as Luke. Nevertheless, on the strength of the ecclesiastical tradition that he had inherited from the “men of old,” Origen consistently cited the epistle as Paul’s.

    6:41 AM Civil unrest has broken out again in the capital of Ethiopia. The nation needs our prayers.

    Tuesday, November 1

    5:49 AM This is long overdue, friends, but a very sincere and heartfelt “Thank You” for your faithful readership. And faithful you have been. Year to date, DBO has had over 2 million hits. Last month alone our hit total was 259,126; yesterday it was 15,970. Our blog continues to be our most-viewed page; our home page runs a close second. Our most popular essay in October was Female Bloggers.

    This month celebrates our second Blogiversary. Can you believe it? Seems like yesterday when we began it. Sure glad we did. It’s been gobs of fun.

    So, as 1 of over 60,000,000 bloggers worldwide (including the Speaker of the House), I would again like to say, “Thank You.” Or, as we would say in Hawaii:

    Ke aloha no me ka mahalo kaua!
     

    5:45 AM You can test your Spanish here. (It’s not an easy quiz either. I missed two out of twelve.)

    5:42 AM Congratulations to a wonderful young lady on the publication of her first book. (And kudos to the proud dad.)

    5:39 AM The Saint Louis Metrovoice was kind enough to link to our essay Patrick Henry Was Right.

    5:35 AM At long last, a definitive definition of “Britishness.” I guess.

    “long shadows on county grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog lovers and pools fillers and – as George Orwell said ‘old maids bicycling to holy communion through the morning mist’.”

    5:30 AM Over at Theologia Crucis Bobby Grow links to a work by G. K. Chesterton on the need for humility before an infinite Being. We have already noted that our hubris, on a national level, is quite incompatible with a biblical world view. Why, then, do so many evangelicals continue to swallow the imperialists’ sophistry, unless it is because they are listening to the spin courtiers? More later.

    5:25 AM What is an “opisthograph”? It’s a document written on the back of another writing. Below is a picture of papyrus13, beginning with Heb. 4:2. It is dated to the third or fourth century. Greek students, note the spelling of horizei at the bottom of the page; it uses a final eta instead of an epsilon-iota diphthong (which is the “correct” person-number suffix). Variants of this kind are fairly common in the manuscripts of the New Testament.

    P13

    5:15 AM Last weekend I luxuriated in the Scriptures. On Saturday, I read the whole Book of Acts in one sitting in the ISV (Version 1.00). Then I reread selected passages in the ESV to get a feel for its naturalness. Speaking personally (and hardly objectively, as I am the New Testament editor of the ISV), I think Wayne Leman is on to something when he challenges the almost universal claim that the ESV is incomparably readable. But you can compare for yourself. Here’s the ESV of a passage from Acts (I chose 21:1-6 randomly):

    And when we had parted from them and set sail, we came by a straight course to Cos, and the next day to Rhodes, and from there to Patara. And having found a ship crossing to Phoenicia, we went aboard and set sail. When we had come in sight of Cyprus, leaving it on the left we sailed to Syria and landed at Tyre, for there the ship was to unload its cargo. And having sought out the disciples, we stayed there for seven days. And through the Spirit they were telling Paul not to go on to Jerusalem. When our days there were ended, we departed and went on our journey, and they all, with wives and children, accompanied us until we were outside the city. And kneeling down on the beach, we prayed and said farewell to one another. Then we went on board the ship, and they returned home

    And here’s the ISV:

    When we had torn ourselves away from them, we sailed straight to Cos, and the next day to Rhodes, and from there to Patara. There we found a ship going across to Phoenecia, so we went aboard and sailed away. We came in sight of Cyprus, and leaving it on our left we sailed on to Syria and landed at Tyre because the ship was to unload its cargo there.

    So we looked up up the disciples and stayed there for seven days. Through the Spirit they kept telling Paul not to go to Jerusalem. But when our days there were ended, we left and proceeded on our journey. All of them with their wives and children accompanied us out of the city. We knelt on the beach, prayed, and said goodbye to each other. Then we went aboard the ship, and they went back home.

    Questions: Today do we “seek someone out” or “look someone up”? Do we say “farewell” or “goodbye”? Do we say “they all” or “all of them”? Which rendering in your view is more natural? Readable? Accurate? Is your favorite English translation better than these? If so, how and why?

    By the way, Wayne met a Sunday School teacher who teaches directly from the Greek New Testament. He thought that was marvelous, and so do I. That’s my habit also. I rarely preach or teach from anything other than my Greek New Testament. Last Sunday, for example, I preached a sermon directly from the Greek, offering my own translation as I went along. I usually preface my remarks by saying something like (with a smile on my face), “In my Bible it says ….” I leave it to the listeners to guess “Which Bible?”

    I hope Wayne will soon turn his attention to (“his sights on”?) the ISV. I know our translation team could benefit from his insights. (Wayne, I already see two changes I’d make in our Acts passage!)

    5:00 AM Some good thoughts on genuine fellowship

    Statistics continue to show that the most significant moments in people’s spiritual growth come not at church services, but through personal relationships and in small home studies. Church statisticians tell us that the fastest growing segment of church life today is home groups, Bible studies and house churches.

    In fact the most effective discipleship and mission work is done by loosely-affiliated small groups of believers learning to share the life and love of Jesus together as a real part of their every day lives.

    Personally, I love that kind of body life. Certainly it is more challenging than meeting in managed services, but I find it a far greater growing environment for the whole family. But our purpose at Lifestream is not to advance any system over another. Actually any system (including home churches) can be exploited by people looking to serve themselves instead of live in Father’s love. And any time our idea of church becomes a substitute for a living relationship with Father it becomes destructive.

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    Friday, November 30    

    6:36 PM I just started to reread this wonderful little book that, in a sense, got it all started for me.

    It piqued my interest in all things linguistic back in the day when Greek teachers weren’t all that linguistically inclined (or declined or conjugated).I’m really never happier than when I have a full stomach (pork chops and mashed potatoes), a warm fireplace, and a good book to read. My problem is that I’ll read a little of this book and then go right back to my book about Colditz and its escapers. I always have at least two books going at the same time. I try to learn something new every day. The more I read, the more I realize I never knew what I never knew.

    That’s all I’ve got for now. Bon weekend (as the French would say)!

    3:02 PM Sometimes, such as on a day like today, you just don’t want to get outdoors and get any exercise. The ground is too wet, the temps too cold, the overcast sky too threatening, the leaves too mushy.

    I’m sure people must think I’m crazy for going out in such conditions. Today I decided to tough it out and bike in less-than–ideal conditions. I feel proud for pushing through and getting in a solid 10 miles. I don’t like biking in such lousy conditions, but I do like the feeling of accomplishment it gives me. My face was pretty frozen when it was all over though. I’ve only run once in a torrential downpour and that’s because it wasn’t expected and came out of the blue. Needless to say, I’m scared to death of getting zapped by lightening. Also, ice is most definitely a deal-breaker. I’ll try to tough out most anything, but ice is going one step (or slip) too far. Bottom line: It takes a lot of self-discipline to get outside when the weather conditions aren’t ideal. The key is to get going before your brain figures out what you’re doing. Procrastination usually gets you nowhere (literally).

    10:12 AM Did you know that …

    • The state of North Carolina is in the top 10 percent of the “hungry citizens” ranking?

    • 1 in 4 children in North Carolina are “food insecure”?

    • 3 of 4 teachers in Wake County report having hungry children in their classroom at least weekly?

    • The Tri-Area Food Pantry is the largest food pantry in the Wake Forest/Rolesville/Youngsville area serving 750 families each month?

    If you’re not sick of me yet and want to read about how you can help out this awesome ministry, gohere and, even better, show up tomorrow in Wake Forest with your canned goods. A current list of needs is availableon this page. The event is the Frosty Run 10K/5K.

    The race begins at 8:00 tomorrow morning, and Lord willing I’ll be there. The running community is awesome and I love how we support our local communities. ‘Tis the season to be jolly — and generous, right?

    7:38 AM I have a reading problem. I read everything I can get my hands on. That includes Greek grammars, one of which I recently ordered from Amazon.

    Yesterday I finally had an excuse to read it and its workbook over a cup of coffee and two fleshly baked glazed donuts at my favorite Amish bakery.

    I’ve written up a review of sorts that I may or may not publish, but meanwhile I am finished with these tomes and would like to offer them to anyone who is sincerely interested in studying Greek but isn’t able to attend a class. Just write me and they are yours. I will assume that if you request them you are fully committed to covering their contents from beginning to end. North American readers only. My email isdblack@sebts.edu.

    Meanwhile, my life right now in a nutshell:

    What I’m reading: Escape from Colditz.

    Listening to: The rain.

    Watching: The “Surf’s Up” Beach Boys tribute band on YouTube. They are so good. Thanks for the memories, dudes. 

    Promoting: Ourlinguistics conference. I seeI’m not the only one. (Thanks, Will Varner and Rob Plummer.) Remember: Registration fees go up Feb. 1. Right now, for only $50, you get two meals and a snack, plus you get to hear all the major players.  

    Avoiding: Pulling off my rotten toenails.

    Anticipating: Being with mom and dad in Dallas for 5 days.

    Working on: The final draft of They Shall Run and Not Grow Weary.

    Cooking: Eggs and corned beef hash.

    Wishing: I could run in shorts and a tank top instead of 7 layers.

    Procrastinating: Cleaning out the inside of my car.

    Considering: Running the Athens Marathon in 2019.

    Praying for: The ability to let life’s ebbs and flows wash over me, arms open wide to receive the pain as well as the joy.

    Thankful for: That God’s put me in the place where He wants me to live out the love He’s given me to share.

    Dreaming: Of climbing the Alps again. How ’bout Castor and Pollux this time?

    Thursday, November 29    

    5:42 PM This is what I looked like while Nate was changing out trailers today.

    I like laying around. In fact, the only thing I like more than laying around is working. And boy did we work today.

    We had a gignormous field to get up but thankfully the day was perfect for haying and I had an absolute blast working with Nate and Jess.

    Some days are like that.

    Contrast last weekend, when we practically froze to death. There will be “it” days and there will be “grit” days. I don’t know about you, but I always sleep much better at night after a long day’s work. Even my sore toes didn’t hold me back today. This is my best effort to look like a real farmer.

    And how do you like my little buddy Mr. Chesley?

    It’s hard to tell from the picture, but he’s excited because he just saw his daddy. Earlier today, I went to the gym. As you can see, it was pretty empty.

    I suppose that’s due to all the Christmas shopping going on. The only time the gym is emptier is in February. Oh, there are plenty of people there in January. You can hardly find a place to park. Then it’s all over by February. (We Americans are terrible at follow through.) Today I broke one of my cardinal rules. I used my phone in the gym. However, I had a very good reason to do so. Whereas the gym itself was practically empty, the lounge was filled with people drinking eggnog and otherwise having a good time chatting away. I figured I’d disturb less people in the gym than in the social chamber. I would also add that wandering around in the gym just sipping water all the time doesn’t count as a workout. On the other hand, to all of you people who are TRYING to get into a workout routine and are wanting to make a difference in your health, kudos to you. My only advice is: It doesn’t matter how great you look in your gym clothes, unless they get sweaty they aren’t doing you a whole lot of good. Actually, I don’t belong in a gym. The outdoors is where it’s at for moi. But the Y is a necessary evil because otherwise I would have to buy 50 million weights and I really don’t want to do that.

    Once again, I’m thankful for my health. I’m thankful I can exercise and pick up hay and drive a tractor and lie down in a field and laze. Being outdoors is special for me. It makes me feel alive and helps heal me.

    Lord, You are beautiful. Thank You for Your beautiful creation.

    6:10 AM Odds and ends ….

    1) Was up bright and early per usual. My goal for the day is to get back to the gym and get in a good long workout. I pretty much abandon my workouts Monday through Wednesday. Too busy. This week has been insane. I am super excited about tonight because I have to get up more hay. Someone once said, “Choose your ruts carefully. You’ll be in them for a long time.” I actually enjoy my ruts!

    2) I’m now requiring Scripture memorization as part of all my exegesis courses.

    3) Best. Christmas. Flash. Mob. Ever.

     

    4) Quiz time. What are the top 10 New Year’s resolutions? Answerhere. Look familiar? In 2019, I’ve resolved to stop blogging. I mean that. I really don’t want to, but “all good things must come to an end,” if you know what I mean.

    P.S. My New Year’s resolutions never last more than a day, so I might as well resolve to stop doing something I don’t plan to stop doing.

    Wednesday, November 28    

    8:25 PM 10 days till Dallas according to my snazzy day planner. Really? Where has this year gone? I was going to post some pictures of last year’s race but I can’t find them. Anyhoo, I’m ready to curl up on the sofa and dig into my weekend reading.

    Before I do, here’s a shout out to Dawit, who recently arrived from Ethiopia. I ran into him last night while dining at the Abyssinia in Raleigh.

    Whoosh! How’s that for a long blog post?

    Happy miles, everyone!

    Monday, November 26    

    6:10 AM Last night I listened (and relistened) to Gabrielli’s Sonata pian et forte. A brilliant performance. Absolutely perfect. Gabrielli himself would be proud. I only wish I could have heard it live.

    In my younger days, I played the trumpet (first chair, first trumpet in Hawaii’s All State Band as a senior in High School). I am so so so so grateful for Gabrielli. This is probably the most influential piece that inspired me to audition for Greater Europe Mission’s Eurocorps brass team in 1978. I will never ever forget playing on this fabulous octet throughout Germany for 3 months with my bride Becky by my side.

    Playing in an open-air evangelistic concert on the Baltic in Northern Germany, July, 1978.

    By the way, it was preparing for this trip that I decided to teach myself German so that I could share my testimony during our concerts. That was also the summer that I began looking into doctoral programs in Europe and was fortunate enough to have been able to visit several universities in both Germany and Switzerland, two of which (Tübingen and Basel) accepted me as a doctoral student by my prospective major professors. As you probably know, I ended up in Basel as a student under Prof. Bo Reicke, perhaps the doyen of New Testament studies in those days.

    What an amazing genius Gabrielli was. I’ve waited years to hear a rendition like this. Utterly brilliant without allowing any of the usual show-offy “Let’s see how fast we can play this” approach all too common these days. I love how the audience responds. You should always wait to clap until you hear no sound, because many of us like to hear the reverberation and enjoy a moment of silent awe. The pause allows me to absorb and fully appreciate the beauty of Gabrielli’s creation. When you recall that Gabrielli’s music was written sola Deo gloria (much like Bach’s music), it’s a reminder that church music doesn’t have to be the dull pabulum it so often is nowadays. Someone has said, “When the angels in heaven play for themselves, they play Mozart. When they play for God, they play Bach.” I could feel the power of this piece even through my headphones. Great tone and resonance. It’s like reading the Bible. I have listened to this piece several times and each time leaves me wishing I could hear more of the nuance that I know is there. Thanks so much YouTube for sharing it with all of us. Without question, one of Gabrielli’s greatest works. I hope you can listen to it and enjoy it. 

    P.S. Happiness is a choice, what we elect to focus on. I know for me, this means a lot more of some things and a lot less of other things. A lot more listening to good music and a lot less listening to CNN. A lot more face time with family and a lot less texting. A lot more running by feel and a lot less running by my Garmin. A lot more praying and a lot less griping. A lot more telling my story honestly and a lot less hiding behind a facade. A lot more giving and a lot less taking. A lot more growing up and a lot less giving up. A lot more apologies and a lot less rationalizations. A lot more saying no and a lot less saying yes to everything that comes my way. A lot more time with people who make me feel good and a lot less time with toxic relationships. Life is a lot like childbirth — incredibly painful and yet gloriously wonderful. You take the good with the bad. If death is real, so is rebirth.

    Much peace and happiness from my house to yours during this holiday season ….

    Sunday, November 25    

    6:35 AM Despite writing a blog where I try to pass myself off as an athlete, I enjoy passive activities as well. Yesterday it was raining so I spent my time immersed in reading. The Kid Who Climbed Everest was a fascinating tale. So was this article in JETS (Dec. 2017): “Authorship and Anonymity in the New Testament Writings.” Here are 3 takeaways:

    • The title of the book of Hebrews (To the Hebrews) was apparently coined on the analogy with the Greek titles of the (other?) Pauline epistles.

    • It therefore closely connects the book with the Pauline corpus (Hebrews never circulated independently of that corpus).

    • The letter’s postscript (13:22-24) clearly places the author within the Pauline circle.

    The author of the JETS essay concludes:

    … whatever differences there may be between Hebrews and the teaching of Paul, the canonical placement of Hebrews and the title assigned to it assert their compatibility (and maybe their complementarity).

    In the new Tyndale House Greek New Testament, this fact is obscured by the placement of Hebrews after Philemon — a decision that goes against not only the majuscules used in producing their edition but against Tregelles’ own placement of Hebrews after the Thessalonian epistles. As far as I know, nowhere is this decision explained. In the early canon of the New Testament, Hebrews had a close connection to Paul. This is an example of how canonical order can inform our understanding of how biblical books were interpreted in the early church. In canonical terms, placing Hebrews anywhere other than after 2 Thessalonians belies this fact.

    Today after church I plan to run for the first time since last Thursday’s half. Man, it’s going to be gorgeous today. I still have a ways to recover from my race but I should be good for about 6 miles. I’m in decent shape. I just have to maintain it. I do belong out there. As long as long as I’m out in nature, I’m good. I know my last several blog posts have been pretty sappy. I’m a Hallmark card apparently. I did enjoy hosting some of my family for Thanksgiving dinner. Seeing everybody laughing launched my holiday season on a high note. I’m pretty sure everyone enjoyed themselves. I would say that I had the best time of all though. Now it’s time to increase my bandwidth for other pursuits — like prepping my students to finish out the semester (only two weeks to go). I’m thankful I have interests that keep driving me forward and that keep my mind stimulated and my body active. I’m not above being lazy, though. Fall is ideal for sitting in front of the hearth and doing nothing but gel. This year I’ve only got one more major race on my calendar. The Dallas Marathon is a tough one. Training for a marathon is like preparing for a summer hurricane to hit. Dallas will be my twelfth 26.2 mile race. By God’s grace, I’ve never not finished a marathon, though the one I did in Allen, TX, on New Years Day almost killed me. No need to think about that now. I’m committed to running Dallas and that’s that. Then it’s time to teach J-term Greek. I get so excited just thinking about introducing a new generation of students to the joys of Greek. Meanwhile, I’m trying to put the finishing touches on my book They Shall Run and Not Grow Weary: Devotions to Lighten Your Running Load. Absolutely satisfying use of my time and a nice way to end the semester break. Who knows, I might share a chapter or two with you on the blog. Nothing better than being motivated by your work.

    Looking forward to a good week. Blessings on you!

    Saturday, November 24    

    5:20 AM “Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door” (Emily Dickenson). It’s early, and I’ve been awake thinking. Thinking mostly about my grief-challenged yet glorious life. I patter away at the keyboard not really knowing what I will write. Except that Jesus is worth it. If there’s anything I’ve learned since that day in November 5 years ago, it’s that the dawn sneaks up on us when we’re least expecting it. I see the dawn in the faces of my children and grandchildren. I see it in the imperfect community we call church. I see it when the kingdom makes ordinary things sacred — a head cold, a death, a race, feasting on Thanksgiving ham, marriage, singleness. There is more to this life that is still to come, many other dawns that await us, many doors to open still. Pay attention, Dave! Don’t miss it!

    There’s an awful lot for me to be thankful for, no doubt about it. What makes my daily life sacred and holy isn’t the books I’ve written or the classes I’ve taught but the way God shows up when I put the dishes in the dishwasher or work through a difficult relationship or see my entire life as vocation. Grief recovery isn’t a pat formula. It’s a mystery. Grief can be healthy. It’s a reminder that when we make ourselves vulnerable in this life it sometimes means getting hurt. The thing about grief is that it’s relational. You never really grieve alone. First, there’s Jesus. We can always tell Him the truth. Then there’s family. They offer grace. And then there are the Gatherings. Church is very simple: we gather, even in our suffering and loss, to remember God. I have admired, deeply, the way C. S. Lewis handled the death of his wife. That was a metaphor for life. You simply go on. Like the pastor who labors long and hard over a message knowing he will deliver it to five people. Or the mother who homeschools her kids in absolute anonymity. No single act of love and selflessness is ever forgotten by Jesus. You can’t put the Dove in a cave. Realize this, and you cannot help but exhale praise and thanksgiving.

    Our family time yesterday was intentionally centered around a meal. Nora Ephron’s definition of family comes to mind: “A family is a group of people who eat the same thing for dinner.” The earliest followers of Jesus “devoted themselves to the breaking of bread.” That was long before the Eucharist was infused with pomp and circumstance. They were too busy celebrating the Real Presence. In many parts and in many ways, I witnessed that Presence yesterday. I saw Jesus when my son and grandson assembled my new book shelves. I saw it when my daughters held their babies. I saw it when the kids laughed and played together. I saw it when the girls volunteered to help with the cleanup. I felt joy as I drove a tractor through the bumpy hay fields and nearly froze to death. Being family together is a way of speaking to each other and, without words, saying “You matter to me. I love you.” Just as there was plenty of leftover ham yesterday, so there’s always enough and more when we feast at the Table of God.

    It’s been a scary thing, this opening up of your heart to those you love, this vulnerability of being rejected, this unclenching of fists. But there is power in connecting. I can be open and unsheltered with my family. Imagine if every home was a place where we told each other the truth. No family is perfect, but I love mine with all the love I can muster. When Becky was alive, it never occurred to me how much I would need their presence one day. They have helped me see God in the stuff of everyday life again. We might not get together often, but we know we are always there for each other.

    We are family. Not me first, but you first. Blessed be God, both now and forevermore.

    Friday, November 23    

    7:38 PM Four hours of haying have left me cold and hungry. Every year when it turns cold I’m an idiot and forget to layer. I hate being cold so much that when I get indoors I have to take the longest shower I can and then warm up next to a cozy fireplace. My hands were feeling frostbitten after being out in sub-freezing temps for so long. I’ve become a cold weather wimp as I’ve gotten older. The worst part is the frozen snot. How do they do it on Mt. Everest???!!!! Still, I’d far rather run in the cold than in the hot. The thought of a warm reward at the end is always nice as well. Hot chocolate. Hot soup. Hot tea. Hot sauce. Whatever’s hot. I’ve learned to embrace the cold, but it’s been a long process of hit and miss. And the snot? That’s what those expensive fleece gloves are for, right?

    Now to eat supper and then chillax in front of this fireplace.

    2:04 PM For the beauty of the earth,/For the glory of the skies,/For the love which from our birth,/over and around us lies:/Christ, our God, to Thee we raise/This our hymn of grateful praise.

    6:10 AM This year I’m giving thanks for so many things. I am truly grateful that some of my kids and grandkids can come over for Thanksgiving dinner today. I’m cooking ham, mashed potatoes, green peas, and crescent rolls. Desserts will be provided by others. I know that a lot of people get stressed out over holiday cooking — getting the table set just right, staying on top of meal preparation, washing the dishes. Me? I’m going to enjoy the day. I’ll set out the food, pray, say “Bilu!” (Amharic for “Dig in!”), and then sit back and cherish my family. My life is far from perfect, but there are about a gazillion things to be thankful for. You value what you notice, and I try to be aware of God’s blessings every day.

    Happy Thanksgiving (again) to all of you!

    Thursday, November 22    

    7:16 PM I just got home after getting up hay all afternoon and evening with Nate and Jess. What fun! There’s only one thing better than a Massie Ferguson tractor, and that is TWO Massie Ferguson tractors.

    It was dark and a frigid 30 degrees by the time we finished. I took a half-hour-long shower just to thaw out. Today Nate and Jess had to do most of the work as my legs were pretty much shot after the race. Jessie can do it all — rake, tedder, pick up, and bale.

    I always enjoy working with them.

    Earlier I had a blast at the race in Wake Forest. My last several half marathons have been just under the 3:00 hour mark, so today I thought I would challenge myself. I fell in with the 2:45 pacers and promised myself I would try to stick with them until the race ended.

    What to say about this event? Only that it was one of the best half marathons I’ve ever run. Not that the course was easy. It wasn’t. You were either going uphill or downhill the entire time, and the grades were steep. But the weather could not have been better — in the mid-to-high 30s with plenty of sun. I had an amazing time. At about mile 9, I suddenly felt a burst of energy (where did that come from?) and passed the pacers. I never looked back. Words can’t express my gratitude to my pacers. Thank you Liz and Amanda!

    I actually came in at a reputable (for me) 2:41.

    I got my medal and waited for the award ceremony to begin, hoping that I had taken first place in my division — and therefore could take home the much coveted turkey. Alas, it was not to be. I was second (out of three). So I’ll serve ham tomorrow for dinner. I will admit that I’m a teeny weenie bit disappointed that I didn’t win my division, but I have no regrets about this race. I gave it my best and left absolutely nothing out there on the course.

    For me, the best combination in life is family + enjoyable work + travel + running. To put all of these together in one single day is more than astonishing. My thanks to the Giver of all good gifts!

    So, half #17 is in the books. I can’t wait for the Dallas Marathon in only 2 weeks.

    4:45 AM Do you love old pictures as much as I do?

    No better reason to run a race on Thanksgiving Day than to do it in grateful memory of the love of your life.

    I think about Becky every single day. 37 years is a long time to be with someone. And we were just getting to know each other.

    This one’s for you, Becky Lynn.

    Wednesday, November 21    

    5:02 PM It’s kinda odd. Here I have a whole week off from teaching and about the only think I can think about is, well, teaching. I miss the classroom and can hardly wait to get back to school next Monday. As you may know, I’m in my 42nd year of teaching. What does that mean? What have I learned in all these years, if anything? As I’ve pondered these questions, I’ve come up with a few answers:

    • I’m not as smart as I once thought I was.

    • I still make lots of stupid mistakes, such as blogging without proofing my spelling.

    • I regret that I didn’t start blogging earlier.

    • I enjoy teaching more than ever.

    • I try to delegate to others what I used to insist on doing myself.

    • Good teaching focuses on the best students. That is, good teachers think about how they treat their best students and then treat all their students the same way.

    • Everything I’ve written could have been written better.

    • I would like to attend more annual meetings (SBL, SNTS) than I’m able to.

    • Things I like: students who ask questions, well-written term papers, having summers and semester breaks off for travel, the coffee our secretaries make for us every morning, and ethnic diversity in the classroom.

    • Things I don’t like: waiting days for a response to an email I’ve sent someone, New Testament commentaries that simply repeat what everybody else is saying, and book reviews that say absolutely nothing.

    • I feel the debate over verbal aspect is much ado about nothing (there are 3 aspects, and the indicative mood grammaticalizes time).

    • I am not impressed with size; bigger is not necessarily better. (This applies to churches as well as colleges and seminaries. And dare I mention books?)

    • I pray for my students more than ever.

    • If I were younger, I would do another doctorate (this time in missions).

    • Nothing makes me smile more than watching my first year Greek students “get it.”

    • As never before, I realize the importance of love, which alone can keep me from libertinism on the one hand and from being shipwrecked on the rocks of legalism on the other.

    • A caring heart is everything in a teacher.

    So much for my musings, which probably sound a bit idyllic. I admit that many of my ideas about teaching are more idealistic than realistic. But I am an optimist. I suppose the best thing about my work is that it’s never boring. My workplace is a dynamic environment, and I can’t wait to face a challenging task that constantly requires new ideas and a fresh outlook. Teaching is a passion for me and so I never feel really out of place in the classroom. My goal is to provide a healthy learning environment for every student that enters my classroom. Thankfully, when I was a student I had teachers who modeled what a good classroom should look like, and I suppose my own teaching is a thank-you to them. Above all, I love learning, and I always hope to remain a student myself.

    My thanks and love to the thousands of students I’ve had in my classrooms through the years, to my colleagues who are always uplifting and encouraging, and to my Lord who gave me this passion for teaching and learning. I feel very blessed and grateful on this Thanksgiving Eve.

    4:40 PM Heard about this exercise for people over 65?

    1) Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax. Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.

    2) After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato bags.

    3) Then try 50-lb potato bags and eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute.

    4) After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

    8:46 AM Thanksgiving is a time to give thanks. But thankfulness doesn’t always come easily. Here are some ways I’ve found to revive an attitude of gratitude.

    1) Don’t compare yourself to anyone else. When we do that, there will always be someone who seems more polished, more spiritual, more mature, more whatever. Remember, God’s work in your life is a process that lasts a lifetime. So be patient. When we’re not, it’s easy to forget to be grateful.

    2) Spend time with your loved ones. When Becky graduated from Biola, she returned to Texas. We exchanged letters for a few weeks. Eventually my “Regards, Dave” became “Love, Dave.” I couldn’t wait to get on a plane and propose marriage. The U.S. Postal Service back then (or email today) can take a relationship only so far. I needed to actually see her — her freckled face, her ear poking out, her beautiful smile. Who do you need to see today? Visit them and I bet that will put a smile on your face and gratitude in your heart.

    3) Enjoy the colder weather. God made seasons for a reason. After every fall comes winter, and after every winter comes the spring. What is barren suddenly bursts forth with tiny green emblems of life. Every year we’re reminded that a similar miracle awaits those who know Christ as Savior. Our bodies will be transformed, He will dry up all of our tears, and we will finally stand face-to-face with our Lord. If that truth doesn’t light your fire, your wood is all wet.

    4) Do something for others. Stop thinking about yourself long enough to write that email of thanks or send that encouraging text. When we do for others, gratitude will eventually come creeping back into our souls. After all, God’s calling card is spelled LOVE.

    5) Be quirky. Go to a concert. Watch a movie. Fill up a bird feeder. Read some poetry. Watch the clouds roll by. Give your dog a tummy rub. Smile at a stranger. Climb a tree. Take a bubble bath. Watch the sun set. While you’re at it, thank God for all these things and more: grandkids, fireflies, popcorn ….

    6) Take a minute and name three people who have had the biggest impact on your life and give thanks for them. Go ahead, stop what you’re doing and just focus on those three names. Now go and be that friend to someone else today.

    7) Give praise to God. Not just at church. He’s all around us in nature. “By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can’t see: his eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being” (Rom. 1:20). Spread before you from horizon to horizon are glimpses of God in the light of the sun or the power of a storm or the scent of a rose petal.

    Life is tough sometimes, but it’s infinitively easier if you see beyond the hurt and become grateful for the good. When it comes right down to it, most of us aren’t grateful for the things in our lives as much as we are grateful for the people in our lives. The lesson is not to take anyone or anything for granted. The lesson is to enjoy past memories. The lesson is to live fearlessly in the now. Let’s change our attitude from “I have to” to “I get to.” Life is a precious gift from God. Let’s thank Him for it. As John Hall once put it:

    Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?

    Does one whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?

    Did you waste the day or lose it? Was it well or poorly spent?

    Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent? 

    Now go and do something you’re terrified of doing and BECOME ALIVE!

    Tuesday, November 20    

    7:36 PM Can you handle one last post tonight about running? Got an email today from the race organizers for Thursday’s half. It says, “The first place winner of each age group of the half marathon will receive a free turkey.” My motivation meter just went off the charts.

    Just because you’re Methuselah doesn’t mean you’re non-competitive.

    Good night.

    6:48 PM This morning I had a nice long workout at the Y, focusing on my upper body strength. Afterwards I intended to run about 6 miles. Then my body spoke to me. “Go take a long nap!” it was telling me.

    Listening to your body means listening to all the cues it’s giving you. The more you listen, the better you become at deciphering these signals. Today the message was loud and clear: You need a rest, Dave.

    Sometimes it’s just not your day. Take a break. Tomorrow will be here soon enough.  

    6:04 PM Introducing:

    The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

    Run for any length of time and the constant banging against the front of your shoes will cause your toenails to go wacko. (This can also happen if you drop something on your toe, though bragging rights drop off precipitously if this is the cause of black toe.) The only solution is to let nature take its course. If you’re desperate enough, I’m told that a doctor can poke a hole in your nail to relieve the pressure and pain. This is called trephination. Being a Greek teacher and all that, I know what that word means. Not that it helps. I could, I imagine, just stop running. But that’s as likely as me not eating Doritos.

    Life is a vicious cycle, ain’t it?

    8:12 AM Did You Know? Some amazing statistics about texting and driving, including the fact that distracted driving is the number one killer of teens. I’m pretty impressed with the Just Think First program. It was founded after losing 7 Wakefield High School students in just 24 months. My half marathon this Thursday at Wakefield HS is a fundraiser for that organization. I’m happy to see that already hundreds of runners have signed up for the races (which include a kids fun run, a 5K, a 10K, and a half). You can also walk the 5K. I hope you will consider coming out and supporting this event. The whole family can get some exercise and do so for a worthy cause. Go here to sign up. If there’s anything the running community is, it’s a community of support. To all the people who volunteer at races: I can’t thank you enough. If you’re a runner, take time to say thank you to the people at the aid stations. It means so much to them. One of the absolutely coolest things about runners is that we like to give back. We rally for each other. We do hundreds of charity races each year around the world while doing something we love. Running motivates. Running encourages. Running unites. I can’t to wait to bring my grandkids with me to races. I’d love to do a fun run with them.

    Want to run for a charity? Find yours here. On a personal note, I did apply to run in Boston in 2019 as a charity runner for cancer. After quite a lengthy process of applying, my application was ultimately turned down because my fundraising target goal ($10,000) wasn’t high enough. I’m fine with that. There are plenty of other charity races I can help out at, like the Chicago Marathon in October 2019, which I’m running for Lungevity. Never think you can’t run for a charity. Spirit of the Marathon is such an inspiring movie. I watched it a few weeks before running my first marathon in Cincy. The result was $7,000 raised for UNC Cancer Hospital, where Bec was treated. Yes, my friends, if an old geezer like me can do this, so can you.

    Keep it up runners!

    Monday, November 19    

    6:34 PM Let me tell you, there’s nothing like trying out a new bike trail for the first time. Today I chose to bike the “Art to Heart Trail” in Raleigh, some 10 miles of it to be exact.

    It starts out in the parking lot of the North Carolina Museum of Art (where both parking and admission are free, but sadly the museum is closed on Mondays, unbeknownst to yours truly).

    It ends up 5 miles away in the heart of downtown Raleigh, after cutting through Meredith College and NC State University.

    The trail starts out looking like this.

    But then the real workout begins. One website I was on said that the trail is “relatively flat.” Well, everything’s relative I guess. I definitely felt the course was relatively hilly, as in kill-your-quads-hilly. Somehow I managed to plod along at a decent clip. At one junction the course takes you onto Western Boulevard, at which point I issued a polite “no thank you” and turned around, as I absolutely refuse to bike on a roadway unless I’m competing in a triathlon, and even then I don’t like it.

    So today was a great day, praise the Lord. I have come to accept the fact that getting outdoors regularly is a big part of who I am. I want to be the healthiest version of myself possible, though exercise has to fit into my lifestyle without getting me off balance. On the drive home I stopped by Nate and Jessie’s farm and had a blast with my five grandsons. They love their Papa B and he loves them!

    6:40 AM Last night I enjoyed reading portions of John Stott’s commentary on Romans in the Bible Speaks Today series published by IVP.

    How to describe Stott’s prose? For indeed, his is excellent in every way. He has in common with all good writers several virtues: As for clarity, he is always lucid and articulate. If it’s brevity we’re talking about, his commentaries are both economical and succinct. As for manner of writing (style), I would say his language is always eloquent but not so flowery as to break the flow of thought or to call attention to itself. A literary artisan, Stott is someone worth emulating. The object of writing is to inform the reader and ultimately to delight the recipient of that information. Here Stott succeeds magnificently. I might give the following as an example from Stott’s Romans. In his “Preliminary Essay,” Stott discusses the so-called new perspective on Paul. Students are often confused and burdened by this subject. But Stott navigates the treacherous waters brilliantly. While expressing gratitude to Sanders and Dunn, Stott is wary of their thesis.

    In spite of the learned literary researches of E. P. Sanders, therefore, I cannot myself believe that Judaism is the one exception to this degenerative principle, being free from all taint of self-righteousness.

    Polite but to the point.

    As I have read and pondered his books, I have kept asking myself whether perhaps he knows more about Palestinian Judaism than he does about the human heart.

    Ouch.

    As for the apostle Paul, since he was well acquainted with the subtle pride of his own heart, could he not sniff it out in others, even when it hid under the cloak of religion?

    Here Stott badly mixes his metaphors, but does so intentionally I’m quite sure. In the end:

    We must allow Paul to speak for himself, and not make him say what either old traditions or new perspectives want him to say.

    Don’t you love Stott’s “tone” — clear, concise, confident, courteous, and perhaps we might even say courageous. Stott always seems to be in good spirits. He seems uncannily able to distill complex thoughts into simple language that’s easily understood by others. All of the commentaries in the Bible Speaks Today series are like this. They accomplish what I have vainly tried to do in my writing career: tackle even the hardest subject matter and break it down into digestible chunks.

    If you read this post and felt like you could improve some of the qualities mentioned here, there’s no better time to start than today.

    Sunday, November 18    

    5:20 PM In just 21 days I’ll be running the Dallas Marathon for the second year in a row. It’s crazy to think about. I love this course because it takes me right past the place where I proposed to Becky in 1976 (White Rock Lake). That’s a memory that will stay with me forever. She may not be there in person, but she’ll be there in my heart. I’m not sure there is any one secret to having longevity in marriage. But I do think that having similar interests helps. Our trips together to Ethiopia, perhaps more than anything, gave us something to talk about and helped us to laugh (and cry) together. It definitely was a great connection between the two of us. However, I think that each couple has to find the right mix to keep things harmonious and happy: doing things together as well as developing one’s own hobbies and interests. Would she have enjoyed running with me? Probably not. Now, one thing Becky most definitely wasn’t was a couch potato. But her arthritis would have kept her on the sidelines. As for walks in the woods — we did plenty of those together!

    Odd to think about it, but we would have celebrated 42 years of marriage this year. She was smart, funny, adventurous, and oh so kind and generous. Doing things together for other people kept us aligned, sane, and connected. It will be so much fun when all those memories bubble up to the surface when I run past “that spot” in 3 weeks. Can’t wait.

    Saturday, November 17    

    4:50 PM Had a nice 8 mile run today at the High Bridge Trail breaking in my shoes. Care to tag along for a bit?

    You can’t hear it because I’m wearing my ear buds, but I’m listening to the Beach Boys, Gabrielli, and the Haven of Rest Quartet. As you can see, my pace was slow. That was intentional on my part. Yes, I do things gradually.

    Like anything, you get into a groove and the miles seem to fly by. I need to keep up my training regiment because I have a half this week and a full in 3 weeks. I’m very glad my body lets me do the crazy things I demand of it. To be honest, I miss my good friend, the marathon. Now that’s a pretty taxing race!Afterwards I went grocery shopping.

    Aren’t I a healthy eater? (All the junk food is hidden in the shopping basket.) Then I cooked Teriyaki Chicken using my mother’s recipe. Never has food tasted better. Sheba even enjoyed it. Be honest. It shore looks good, eh?  

    Now it’s time to chillax on the front porch with my puppy and my book about Stott. Oh, I peeked ahead at the next chapter and what I saw didn’t look pretty. Divisions never are. I’m sorry if you get tired of me talking so much about Stott and his experiences. It’s just that when you get to my age you tend to appreciate those who have gone before you. I have to say, the man led a pretty exemplary life, so that’s what comes out on the blog.

    I close with a photo of the High Bridge Trail. Lovely!

    Now it’s your turn.

    What exercises do you enjoy?

    Where do you like to run/walk/cycle?

    Want to know my secret recipe for Teriyaki Chicken?

    Don’t take your good health for granted!

    6:40 AM What a teacher, that John Stott. I was reminded again last night that we are to treat those with whom we disagree with respect, compassion, and appreciation. Here’s the setting:

    Stott had a colleague at All Souls in London who claimed to be “baptized in the Spirit.” This led the staff of the church to begin a reexamination of the ministry of the Spirit in the life of the believer. Stott was worried about a possible division in the church. Some claimed that speaking in tongues was a special gift of God. Others were dubious. John was asked for his opinion. “I don’t know,” he replied. He felt he needed a chance to study and reflect in depth on the issues being raised by the Charismatic Movement in England.

    After two years of study, Stott was ready to declare his mind on the subject. The setting was a conference themed “The Individual Christian and the Fullness of the Holy Spirit.” A crowd of about a thousand came to hear Stott speak. Here’s what John Stott did — and in so doing, he has set for us a good example, I think, of how we should handle difficult situations as they arise in our churches.

    1) He began be making it absolutely clear that he was not throwing down a gauntlet or issuing a personal confrontation to charismatics. “We are brethren,” he said. “We love one another. We are concerned to know God’s will in order to embrace it ourselves and commend it to others, not in order to score cheap points off one another in theological debate.”

    2) Then he offered his opinion, based on his exegesis of the Bible. He denied politely but firmly that there was any such thing as a post-conversion Spirit-baptism. The baptism of the Spirit, he insisted, is a once-and-for-all experience that always accompanies conversion. “As an initiatory event, the baptism is not repeatable and cannot be lost.” But the filling can be repeated and needs careful maintenance. As for tongues, “We must assert that neither the baptism nor the fullness of the Spirit need be accompanied by spectacular signs. The initial baptism of the Spirit may be quiet and unsensational while the continuing fullness of the Spirit manifests itself in moral qualities rather than in miraculous phenomena.”

    Stott’s talk was eventually published under the titleThe Baptism and Fullness of the Holy Spirit. It’s still in print today.

    The whole ministry of John Stott can’t be found in this one example. It’s tempting to sit back and say, “You see, John Stott opposed tongues-speaking, and so shall I.” Perhaps, just perhaps, we should, as did Stott, read the Scriptures for ourselves. It may take several years of study before we can form an intelligent and gracious opinion on the subject, but isn’t that better than a knee-jerk reaction? At the very least, maybe we can learn to forego slippery slope rhetoric to excuse our own prideful laziness. The Spirit takes pleasure in the flowering of truth. But not in an arrogant sort of way. This takes practice. But the life of John Stott shows that it is possible.

    Next up: Stott and Lloyd-Jones have a falling out.

    Friday, November 16    

    6:10 PM I’m sitting here with a full stomach having just pigged out on the most delicious Chinese stir-fry and rice I’ve ever cooked. What are you doing?

    Suffice it to say, the mere fact that I’m blogging so late in the day means either that I’ve been in a lazy stupor all day or else I’ve been out somewhere gallivanting. Actually, it’s been a very busy day. I woke up this morning with a bad case of Wanderlust. If you’re constantly daydreaming about seeing the world, if you feel unsettled, if your suitcase is always half packed, then you can identify. Maybe I have the Wanderlust Gene. Who knows? At any rate, I woke up early, and when it was light enough I went outdoors and guess what I saw? The brightest sun shining in the bluest sky. Typically I’d go for a run on a gorgeous day like today, but my brain revolted. It told me in no uncertain terms that I was going back to Bedford, VA, and would climb to the summit of Sharp Top for the umpteenth time. So off I went — having no idea, mind you, what the conditions on the mountain were except that I knew Bedford had gotten tons of rain in the past two days just like we had. This is what I figured. I’d drive to the trail head and assess the conditions and then make up my mind whether or not to climb. Two and a half hours later, I was peeping up into the sky with eyes glued to the tops of Sharp Top and her sister peak, Flat Top. They seemed to have hair that had turned white. What is that? It doesn’t look like snow. I can handle snow. But the one thing I can’t handle is … Oh NO! It’s not snow. It’s ICE! At that moment, what struck me the most was how unprepared I was for hiking. I was wearing my regular hiking shoes. I had barely enough outer clothing to keep me warm. I left behind anything that might have helped me to negotiate ice. Yes, I had been guilty of getting caught up in the moment and having a one-track mind.

    I sent off a quick text to one of my daughters telling her I was about to climb Sharp Top in the ice and that if she didn’t hear from me by 4:00 pm she was to call the local police and report a missing crazy person. I set off to see if I could get all the way to the top, first taking the trail, and then taking the access road they use for the shuttles. After about 2 hours of climbing I finally conceded defeat. I turned around and tried to make it down to the car without breaking my tailbone. That’s the crazy thing about sports. Sometimes you surprise yourself and have the run/bike/climb of your life. You are victorious. You are on top of the world. Sometimes, however, try though you may, you see your goal slipping farther and farther away. Your heart sinks. You feel defeated.

    Did I do the right thing in turning around? Absolutely. Safety comes first, and always will. As my mountain guide in the Alps would often remind me, “Dave, it’s okay if we have to turn around. The mountain will still be there tomorrow.” I shrugged my shoulders. There were now two possible attitudes going forward. Go home and sulk. Or dust yourself off, get back in the car, and try something else, accepting your defeat with grace and dignity.

    Mountaineers have a saying: “You don’t conquer a mountain. The mountain lets you climb it.” Today, Sharp Top wanted her privacy, and she got it. After my trek back to the car, I learned an important lesson: If God closes a door, He opens a window. Off I went to Lynchburg and had a fantastic bike ride. To be perfectly honest, I’m not all that disappointed I didn’t make it to the summit of Sharp Top today. After all, I had an awesome time enjoying nature (creation). I got tons of exercise. I reveled in the sunshine. I am amazingly proud of the way my knees held up. I absolutely loved today. A little detour is what we need sometimes to help us appreciate all the times when we did achieve our goals.

    A few pix:

    What’s that gray stuff up there on the summit? Dandruff? Hoarfrost?

    Mine was the only car in the parking lot at the trail head. Normally, not a good sign.

    If I had brought my ice axe and crampons with me, I might have had a chance.

    I got in over 6 and a half miles today on my road bike in Lynchburg. Sunny and brisk!

    Afterwards, I rewarded myself. (The slaw dog is the official meal of southern Virginia.)

    Oh! My new shoes arrived today! Light weight, with a wide toe box for my “unique” nails.

    Thumbs up, New Balance.

    Thursday, November 15    

    7:16 PM Odds and sods ….

    1) Women outperform men in the marathon.Here’s why.

    2)Summiting Mount Sinai. Now that’s an idea!

    3) Use your crock pot tocook Thanksgiving dinner.

    4) Free online New Testament Greek audio.

    5) Fun guide to American accents.

    2:10 PM The sky continues to open up and my workouts are beginning to get more challenging. Today I couldn’t run outdoors so I worked out for about 30 minutes at the Y before driving to the doctor’s office to get my annual flu shot. I would not be surprised if there’s flooding again like we had when Hurricane Michael passed through our area a month ago. Thankfully, the road to my farm hasn’t washed out — yet. In South Boston, one of the highways crossing the Dan River is closed. Things seem to be going from bad to worse. Crazy. I’ll never forget what a California earthquake feels like. Or waking up at 2:00 in the morning in Hawaii and evacuating to higher ground because of a tsunami warning. Folks, stay safe out there. My heart is breaking for all those affected. Our poor area!

    On a happier note, I have now officially signed up for the Skinny Turkey Half Marathon on Thanksgiving Day in Wake Forest. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that the half marathon is my favorite race distance. Is it just me or does 13.1 miles seem just the right distance? I truly don’t know if any or all of this matters, but I do know that now that I’m 66 I approach life differently than I did even 5 years ago. One thing I’m learning is to not get so focused on my pace that I forget to enjoy the race and the scenery. We live in a time and day that allows for almost unlimited opportunities to become fit and stay active. We’re also aware that the only reason to try out a new sport (like running) is to enjoy it and because we expect it to be fun. I am so looking forward to this race. The neighborhood we’ll be running through is awesome. Plus, so far I’m the only guy over 65 who’s running the half — which means that the odds of me placing first in my age division have skyrocketed. SCORE!

    Any other tips for running a half?

    Do Doritos count as running fuel?

    I can’t wait to run a 5K with my grandkids!

    6:15 AM I am so enjoying reading Basic Christian — John Stott’s biography. I especially loved this quote on p. 82:

    We have [wrote Stott] an unmistakable, inescapable responsibility towards our neighbors who are strangers to Christ and his gospel of grace. This responsibility is clearly shared by the whole congregation.

    Then he adds:

    The task of evangelism cannot be delegated to the few. Worship and witness go hand in hand.

    Finally, he concludes:

    We cannot play at this.

    Then there’s this story on p. 115. At the end of a two-month speaking tour in Australia, Stott suddenly came down with laryngitis. That night he was scheduled to speak one last time. With his throat raw, he whispered a prayer: “I beg you to take it away from me.” The Lord seemed to reply: “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Stott saw that a thousand students had shown up to hear him. He stood up and began to speak softly, unable to modulate his otherwise sonorous voice or convey his personality, all the while praying “Fulfill your promise to perfect your power through my weakness!” At the end of his address, Stott issued an invitation for the students to surrender their lives to Christ. The response was immediate. Later someone told him, “Do you remember that final service of the 1958 mission in the University Great Hall when you lost your voice? I came to Christ that night.”

    Suppose you were in the same situation. And suppose your response was, “Lord, I don’t want this laryngitis. I know Your power is perfected in weakness, but I’ll forgo that honor for now, thank You very much. I can’t stand not being able to talk. Please just take it away!” What is this person saying? My will be done. I’ll serve You Lord, but on my conditions.

    That happened to me once when I was living in Basel. I had been asked to give a lecture on Ephesians at the Bibelschule Walzenhausen on Lake Constance, and when I boarded my train in Basel I lost my voice. Thus began the “mental skirmishing” —  me filled with resentment and self-pity, while the Lord was calling me close to His side. “Will you also go away,” I could almost hear Him say, “or will you come with Me?” To be a Christian is to follow Christ unconditionally. And when we make those choices with the freedom of the will that God gives us, we find, as did Stott, joy and peace in serving Him. What if we say No? We forfeit the grace of God and become a sulking child. I’ve been there more times than I’d like to admit. I’m slowly learning to accept my infirmities and to thank God for whatever aspects of my weaknesses I can honestly thank Him for, including His unfailing love and presence.

    The next chapter in the book: Stott confronts the excesses of the Charismatic Movement.

     

    5:10 AM A few thoughts on publishing in response to some graduate students:

    1) If it’s worth writing, it’s worth publishing. This includes your master’s thesis and doctoral dissertation. I know that some might disagree. They feel that a student’s writing should “mature” before he or she publishes. I’m not so sure. My first journal article was based on my master’s thesis. My first book was my doctoral dissertation. I encourage my students to begin publishing while in school — and many do.

    2) Review, review, review. Books, that is. It’s the easiest way to get into print, and you get a free book besides. I began writing book reviews for journals such as the Grace Theological JournalCriswell Theological Review, and JETS. I did this while I was a doctoral student. Later my reviews appeared in JBL and Novum Testamentum. At our school I ask my students to consider writing one review each year.

    3) Set goals. When I graduated from Basel in 1983, I prayerfully set the following goals: One book review every year, and one book every 5 years. If you aim at nothing you’ll hit it every time. Don’t be afraid to set goals —  and to set them high.

    4) Respect the scholarly guild, but don’t fear it. Go where angels fear to tread. My second book was on the integration of linguistics and New Testament Greek. It is still in print in a second edition. What right did I have to write a book on linguistics? None whatsoever. But nobody else had written a book on New Testament Greek linguistics, I needed one for my classes, so I gave it a whack. It seemed to open the floodgates for others, more competent than myself, to write their own books on the subject.

    5) Shoot for the stars. That is, send your articles to the better known journals. Why not? The worst they can say is No. That’s how you get published in BiblicaNew Testament Studies, and Novum Testamentum. If you think you can’t, you won’t.

    6) Consider publishing your own website. It’s by far the cheapest and easiest way to get your ideas out to a wide audience — literally overnight.

    In short, if you are called to scholarship, you are called to writing. Of course, the least important thing you will ever write is your dissertation. It’s merely the launching pad for a lifetime of research and writing.

    Happy writing!

    4:50 AM Woke up this morning with these words on my lips: “O Master let me walk with Thee, in lowly paths of service free.”

    Monday, November 12    

    8:20 AM My daughter Kim is a horse-lady. They own two steeds. Yesterday after lunch we got to talking about all of our crazy horse-related experiences, including the times we had “unplanned dismounts.” Can any of you out there identify? Why do we expose ourselves to such punishment? Only because the horse is probably the most wonderful animal to come from our Creator’s hands. I so miss my horses Cody (Arabian) and Traveler (Thoroughbred). Traveler used to race in California. He knew only one speed. Wow. What a unique creature.

    Have you read about “Beautiful Jim Key”? He was known as the smartest horse on earth. He could cite Bible verses, tell you the time of day, and even spell words. He and his owner William Key performed before astonished audiences between 1897 and 1906. His owner was a former slave who advocated for the gentle treatment of horses. Children by the millions joined the “Jim Key Band of Mercy” and pledged “I promise to be kind to animals.” I never had to use a whip on either of my horses. You see, the goal of good horsemanship is to become a partner with your steed. And when you attain that goal, there’s nothing like it in the world. I don’t ride much anymore. It’s not that I’m too old to ride. It’s that I’m too old to fall! But I will never forget all those years riding cross country on my wonderful horses.

    Thank you, Lord, for the gift of the horse.

    7:24 AM So, what to blog about? Yesterday I jotted down a brief introduction to the book of Philippians. I try to do this for every book I teach. Despite attending Bible-believing and Bible-teaching churches, many of us have difficulty grasping and explaining the big picture. I am an unashamed “fan” of having our students be able to write out in a single paragraph the message of the book they’re studying. Is there a unified focus? Is there one overriding theme? What is the “linguistic macrostructure” of the writing? How would you finish this sentence: “Mark’s is the Gospel of _________”? Or, “What is the message of Luke?” Studying the New Testament requires seeing both the forest and the trees. There’s both forest-work and tree-work to be performed. So, for what it’s worth, here’s what I’ve come up with for Philippians:

    Paul’s Letter to the Philippians was written while the apostle was a prisoner and at time when the church in Philippi was troubled by false teachers and internal divisions. Paul pleads with his readers to have the humble attitude of Jesus Christ rather than to be controlled by pride and selfish ambition. He reminds them that their heavenly citizenship requires them to work together for the advance of the Gospel. He writes of the joy and peace that God gives to those who live in union with Christ and who put the needs of others before their own, as Christ did. After a lengthy introduction (1:1-11), the letter divides itself into body proper (1:12-2:30) and body subpart (3:1-4:9), and concludes with words of thanksgiving and personal greetings (4:10-23). Paul is confident that since God began a work of grace in the lives of the Philippians, He will continue to work in them and sustain them as together they hold forth the life-giving word in the face of opposition and suffering.

    This summary is based on mydetailed examination of Philippians published years ago in Novum Testamentum. I’ve also put together aPower Point on the subject. As for my class on Philippians next semester, I’ve begun brainstorming assignments. What can I do that is new? What will best help my students master not only the message of Philippians but better understand the language of the New Testament? Thus far I’ve come up with a few ideas. See if you like them.

    • Memorize the “heart of Philippians” (2:1-4) in Greek.

    • Learn by heart the unique vocabulary of the Greek text.

    • Memorize the principal parts of the irregular verbs found in the letter.

    • Listen to my audio files of the book (see myGreek Reading Room).

    • Read the book aloud in at least 5 English versions in one sitting. Do the same in Greek.

    • Work through the spiritual applications of each paragraph. (For example: In Phil. 1:5, Paul says the Philippians had become partners with him in the Gospel. What did that look like then? And what might that mean for you personally?)

    Incidentally, I’ve taken a stab at practical application here:

    Of course, many of you are Greek geeks, and I’d love to get your ideas as well. Send me an email and let me know your thoughts.

    The motto over the entrance to Plato’s Academy reads:

    Ἀγεωμέτρητος μηδεὶς εἰσίτω

    This might be rendered, “Let no one without a knowledge of geometry enter.” I recall that at the University of Basel it was just assumed that students had a working knowledge of numerous subjects, including Greek and Latin. It’s wonderful to see so many students on our campus eager to learn the languages. Many have had to overcome severe deficiencies in their previous schooling. To all of my pupils who are working so diligently this semester, hang in there and do well. I hope many of you get the 110 Award on your next exam!

    P.S. Today on campus is the memorial service for one of my former colleagues. Logan Carson was a good friend and a wonderful mentor to so many. He is now in the presence of the One he served so faithfully!

    Sunday, November 11    

    7:24 PM After attending church today with my daughter and her family, we decided to dine at one of those all-you-can-eat-buffets in town. If the restaurant’s purpose was to fill the customer’s belly as cheaply and quickly as possible, it certainly succeeded today. I’m here now to tell you that I am dealing with major toenail trauma.

    No, this is not a picture of ET (from the movies).

    I’m going to lose this nail eventually. I’m too big of a wimp to pull it off, but I read somewhere that if I soak it I can expect to be rid of it sooner rather than later. Got the tub water running now. Meanwhile, let’s play the toenail game:

    T: Toenail — why you doin’ this to me??!!

    O: One day you will fall off.

    E: Egads! That can’t happen soon enough!

    N: Non-runners: do y’all know how bad I’m hurtin’ right now?

    A: Aaargghhh!

    I: If I need to, I’ll have my doctor pull you off! (Marshall Ulrich actually did this.)

    L: Later I’ll frame you for posterity.

    Oh, and did I mention that my other toenails look just as bad? My other toes are so callused that you can’t tell the nail from the callus. But hey, long as I can run, I’m good. Pretty feet are overrated anyway.

    Let’s not start talking about bunions.

    Sincerely,

    FRANKENFEET.

    7:40 AM With Thanksgiving approaching, did you know that Becky was a descendent of Governor William Bradford? This is one reason we named our home Bradford Hall. (Her dad is named Bradford as well.) Did you also know that William Bradford loved the Hebrew language and that Hebrew almost became theofficial language of America? Note the inscription in Hebrew on his tomb. It says, “The Lord is the help of my life.”

    What a blessed ancestry. I’ve only just begun researching my family tree on my father’s side. I’ve gotten as far back as the Miller family who, during the Civil War, farmed along a creek in western Maryland called the Antietam.

    5:30 AM I’m taking the day off from running. In fact, I’m taking the whole week off. It’s not that I’m feeling bad. In fact, just the opposite. Other than an achy toenail, my body has recovered nicely from yesterday’s exertions. So today it will be church and then lunch with family. This is going to be a busy week on campus, but next week is Thanksgiving Break. I’m toying with the idea of doing a half marathon on Thanksgiving Day. It’s called the Skinny Turkey Half Marathon and the course takes you through the scenic Wakefield Plantation in Wake Forest. The race is a fundraiser for the “Just Think First” program that tries to raise awareness on topics that affect teens such as gangs, alcohol, drugs, and peer pressure. Somewhere I read that the average American consumes about 2,000 calories during Thanksgiving dinner — which is like eating two and a half double quarter pounders in one sitting. So pounding the pavement before dinner on Thanksgiving Day might not be a bad idea. You know, hobble then gobble. By the way, shout outs to those running the Athens Marathon today. Can you imagine running the original marathon course?

    This morning I was wide awake at 4:00 am. That’s what happens when you are fast asleep by 7:30 pm. I’m in the book of Philippians this morning. Paul’s message is a very simple one: A life of love and service to others is far more important than a comfortable life. Christ emptied Himself for the sake of others, and so should we. This is all, of course, a work of God’s grace (1:6). And yet it raises many practical questions. Am I helping others fulfill the Great Commission? With whom am I partnering in the cause of evangelism and church planting? Am I putting first things first (1:10)? What are my priorities? In what do I rejoice the most? Paul had been “put” by God in prison to serve Him. Where have I been put so that I can be involved in other people’s lives? Are there situations in which I am the only person around who can help meet a need? Do I expect, like Paul, that God can use me in any situation? How did Christ’s relation to His Father shape His willingness to look our for the interests of others and not just His own? Why do I grumble and complain so much when I’m specifically commanded not to (2:14)? How well am I holding forth the life-giving word? What does it mean to “put no confidence in the flesh”? Paul saw his credentials as a “loss.” Do I? Do I really know Christ and the power of His resurrection? We often talk about ourselves as “having been saved.” But what aspects of our salvation are still pending? What does it mean to “agree in the Lord” (4:2)? Why is Paul so serious about us showing our “reasonableness” to others? What does it look like for the “peace of God” to be present in my life? Paul doesn’t rejoice because he was in need and things suddenly made a turn for the better when the Philippians sent him some money. He rejoices because their gift proves that their faith is genuine. Do I remember this principle when I give to others? Is my ultimate motive to please God, the Giver of every good and perfect gift?

    Paul’s little letter to the church in Philippi should challenge all of us to renounce covetousness, materialism, and luxury, and to care sacrificially for others in need. I, Dave Black, have to choose today between God and mammon. I can’t have both a good life and a good conscience simultaneously. Affluence is not sinful, but we cannot keep it without smothering our conscience. To the wealthy, Paul commanded, “Do good, be rich in good deeds, and be generous and willing to share” (1 Tim. 6:18). He doesn’t tell the wealthy to become poor. But he doesn’t allow them to stay rich either. As pilgrims on this earth, we should travel light and live simply. Do I do this? Nope. But I want to learn how. I want to be free of anything that would distract me from serving God and others. Our God is a generous God. If His love dwells in us, as it did in the Philippians, we will take action when we see a genuine need we can help meet, to the degree we are able.

    May God help us all to grow in generosity and live in contentment!

    Saturday, November 10    

    6:25 PM Hey folks! Marathon #11 is now in the books. (Or at least it’s on my blog.) Next stop: The Dallas Marathon in exactly 4 weeks. Care for some trivia? The country with the slowest average marathon time is India (5:00:34). When I saw that statistic, I realized I was from India. How could my parents and birth certificate have lied to me? Here’s another fact: I am the best slow runner I know how to be. Every time I run, I give it my all. And I hope you will too. Because it’s late and I’m not a little tired (litotes — like it?), I close with a few random pics from today’s record-breaking marathon in Richmond. (I’m sure somebody broke a record, even if it wasn’t me.)

    Lance Armstrong swallowed more than 13 energy gels when he ran the New York Marathon in 2006. Since I can’t stand energy gels, I opted to get my carbs the night before.

    Recognize this place? It’s the state capitol building. I wanted to stop in and say hello to Gov. Northam, but I was running a bit behind schedule.

    Since I had accidentally lined up with the half-marathoners about a half mile away from where I was supposed to be, I had to make a mad dash to get to my corral. Here I am having just fallen in at the very back of the last corral. To be fair, I probably would have started out here anyway.

    As you can see, the weather was perfect for running.

    “First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen.”

    The James River in all her beauty.

    I couldn’t agree more, sir. 

    Finished! (That’s a double entendre, hehe.)

    Finally, let’s play the “Guess the Seminary” game. Bet you can’t guess it!

    Friday, November 9    

    7:45 PM Random musings ….

    1) News alert: Tomorrow’s weather is predicted to be perfect for a marathon. (Except for the wind.)

    Fall and spring are always iffy seasons for runners. You have to be prepared for anything. At April’s Boston Marathon, the weather was miserably cold and rainy. I imagine every runner contemplated dropping out. Several elite runners did. The rest looked like the wounded after a battle, slogging along in a death shuffle. That’s all I’m going to say about that. Except that if I do ever write a book about running, it will be called: How Runners Weather the Weather. Be sure to check back here tomorrow for my post-race report — if and when I regain consciousness.

    2) Have I convinced you to attend our linguistics conference next April? This is the BIG DOG. A half century of relative neglect has put us New Testament guys and gals far behind in this area. We have a long ways to catch up. I confess I felt very foolish when I published my book on linguistics 30 years ago. I am in no sense a specialist in the field into which I trespassed. Thankfully, our speakers are anything but novices. Moreover, each topic we’ll be discussing is complex and has in every case attracted an extensive literature. One or two topics are even, one might say, explosive.

    I’m extremely grateful to my colleague Ben Merkle for the immense amount of time and energy he’s invested in helping me prepare for this event, and to all those in our PR department who have assisted us. Our prayerful hope is that the conference will stimulate a new generation of Greek students to think more linguistically about some of the big issues in New Testament Greek studies today.

    Gohere for the speakers’ lineup and registration. See you in April.

    3) If you’re a Greek student, be sure to avail yourself of all the bells and whistles at ourNew Testament Greek Portal, which is very professionally managed by my assistant Noah Kelley. There comes a point, no matter how proficient you’ve become in your Greek studies, when you sort of want to give up. At our Greek Portal, I do my best to remind you that when the going gets tough, the tough get going (I just made that up).

    4) While in Richmond today I might visit of a couple of the museums there. After all, other than the expo, I’ll have plenty of time to kill. One place I’ve always wanted to visit is the Edgar Alan Poe Museum on Main Street. Poe (“Master of the Macabre”) created the short story genre, or so I’m told (I know nothing about him). I also understand a black cat named Edgar roams the property. If so, that’s so Poesome.

    That’s all folks! Have a great weekend! 

    Thursday,  November 8    

    5:58 PM And then there was one …. Yep, only one day to go to the Anthem Richmond Marathon — Richmond being about as close to “my home town” as I suppose it can get. I’m excited for another run and especially another long run. I remember running this race last year. I felt good for the first 18 miles or so, but the last few miles were pure torture. Every part of my body was hurting. You want to stop and just sit down. But I could feel the finish line reeling me in. The crowds cheering. The grandstand seating. The long finisher chute. Hearing the announcer. Being caught up in the pure emotions of the runners all around you. You realize you have just completed a marathon! It was, in a word, fantastic. It was, in two words, really fantastic.

    After all this running, I might actually start to think of myself as a runner.

    11:46 AM Marathon training is going well, thanks for asking. This is not me, by the way.

    After working out at the Y, I had a great 5 mile run. My toenail held up quite nicely, so it looks like I might be good to go on race day. The fall scenery was beautiful, as always.

    Afterwards I enjoyed some Arroz con Pollo in South Boston. Hey, for only 5 bucks, you can’t pass up such a good deal.

    Up next: Begin writing the syllabus for my Philippians course in the spring. I love having goals propel me.

    What are you working on? 

    7:44 AM One of the hardest things in life is saying no. But there are times when it’s the right thing to do, and the sooner we make up our minds, the better. I’m going to try a 5 mile run today to see how my toenail holds up. If it gives me problems I think I may have to bow out of the Richmond Marathon this weekend. I’ll find another trough to put my snout in. It’s not that I don’t want to run in the race on Saturday. I love marathons. I love the death shuffle that begins around mile 20. I love the degree of preparation it takes to participate in a race of that distance. I love accomplishing goals, especially when they are hard-earned ones. (They say the degree of discomfort experienced after 20 miles in the marathon is the worst that most men, and most women outside of childbirth, will ever experience.)

    When I was in high school, I rarely studied. I must have attended high school (I have a diploma, right?), but mostly I surfed. When I got to Biola in 1971, I knew I was in for a gignormous challenge. I had to actually study — or I would lose my scholarship. When I had to drop out of my beginning Greek class because I couldn’t understand a word the prof was saying, I was so discouraged I even thought about dropping out of school. After all, the heart and soul of being a student is pushing hard, being determined, and fighting through adversities. Dropping Greek was devastating. On the “College Embarrassment Scale” of 1 to 10, I’d rate that moment a 52. I was incredibly demoralized and discouraged. But even then, God was preparing me to be a Greek teacher. At the very least, I can listen sympathetically when a student tells me how they are struggling with the language. It was also a lesson in pedagogy: Keep everything on the bottom shelf, and never assume your students know anything about how languages work.

    Thankfully, God intervened in the nick of time. Someone told me that Moody Bible Institute in Chicago had a cassette tape Greek class replete with proctored quizzes and exams based on a super-simple textbook by a man named Ray Summers. The rest, as they say, is history. I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams that Greek could actually be so much fun. I was treated like the dumb stupid novice that I was when it comes to languages, and I aced both Greek 1 and 2 before taking my second year of Greek at Biola. A year later, I was hired to teach Greek there. My shock and surprise swelled to an astronomical level. That moment was the beginning of so many amazing experiences that have come to my life because I am a Greek teacher. I can’t begin to imagine how different my life would have been if I had given up on Greek after my first sour experience at Biola. I didn’t recognize it at the time, but I actually was capable of learning this language. How much are each of us capable of what we don’t realize yet? You know, folks, every so often you have those moments in life that end up shaping the person you become. This was one of those moments for me.

    In the past two weeks I’ve had several students meet with me to discuss their future academic goals. Many want to go on for doctorates in New Testament and Greek. Some of them have well-meaning friends who have told them, in essence, “You’re crazy. It’s more likely to give birth to a baby elephant named Hannibal than to go to graduate school and expect to get a job teaching Greek afterwards.” The problem is: These students have fallen head-over-heels with Greek. It’s in their DNA. I remind them that there are countless people just like them who went on to earn doctorates (some from prestigious European universities) and are now teaching New Testament and Greek fulltime. They had the courage to jump off the proverbial cliff, and then proceeded to soar. I made that leap of faith when I moved to Basel in 1980. So my message for these students is a very simple one. If something is worth doing, do it now. Don’t wait. You never know what tomorrow will hold. Live your life to the fullest each and every day. Live it full of faith and in a way that you won’t look back with regrets, thinking about all the things you wish you would have done. That’s one reason I want so much to run the marathon this weekend. As many runners can attest, your first 5K race is merely a planted seed that later blooms into a 10K, a 10-miler, a half marathon, and then marathons. What I find so inspiring at a marathon is the mentality of the runners. Everyone is amazingly positive despite the adversity and exhaustion. A marathon has a way of challenging you to your core. All of your outside protective layers are peeled away like an onion, and you are left alone with your doubts and fears. But step after grueling step, you finally make it to the finish line.

    Student friend, don’t minimize the will of God for your life in any way, shape, or form. Don’t put God in a box (“Well, I could never study at Cambridge.” Oh really? Many people just like you have.) Expect that you will have to dig deep toward the end of the race. But when you get there — oh my, here’s nothing like it. Have faith that you have what it takes to succeed. Ignore the naysayers. The important trait you need to have is a willingness to follow God’s will for your life (as you best understand it) and a willingness to do whatever it takes to finish.

    Just ask any marathoner.

    P.S. A copy ofIt’s All Greek to Me: Confessions of an Unlikely Academic to the first 3 people to email me.

    Wednesday, November 7    

    5:55 AM Which is more beautiful? This rainbow I saw last night….

    Or this passage from Philippians 3….

    This is obviously a trick question. One picture can be no more beautiful than the other any more than I can love one of my grandchildren more than I love the others. The beauty of the rainbow is obvious. But what about these verses from Philippians? Do you see what I see? The alliteration? The assonance? The asyndeton? The irony? The paronomasia? The lexical repetition? Before I studied Greek, I never viewed the Bible as a collection of texts written by master word-artisans. Reading Adele Berlin and Gene Nida was like being struck by lightening. They (and others) opened a whole new world of understanding for me. My main takeaway? The Bible was not given for our information and transformation only but also for our reading pleasure. It is filled with hyperbole, imagery, sarcasm, symbolism, etc. Often I am so preoccupied with hermeneutical questions that I overlook the literary richness of the Bible. I have taught the book of Philippians many times and have still not lost the sensation and sweet taste of the author’s prose (and, in places, poetry). That’s the reason, perhaps, behind my decision to teach rhetorical analysis to my exegesis students. Like a good modern author, Paul always has his readers in mind when writing. He is far from being artistic for artistry’s sake. And that is always appreciated. This morning, as I read Philippians 3 again, there was magic again, words with great power, like Poe’s The Purloined Letter. We students of the Bible have the key to the door, to the richness of the text. And we owe it to people like Berlin to remind us where we had left the keys.

    Tuesday, November 6    

    4:48 PM I just got the link to my granddaughter’s chorale as it performed on Friday night. Gohere to watch some pretty incredible music. #proudgranddad.

    1:54 PM So what to do? I’ve got another marathon scheduled for this Saturday. But there’s just one hitch. The big toe on my left foot is causing problems. UGH. The toenail there is about 3 times the normal size of a toenail. In fact, I think my normal toenail gave birth to triplets. The resultant monstrosity is big enough to warrant a birth certificate. It feels like somebody is jabbing an ice pick into my toe. Having cruddy toes is a normal part of running long distance races. Your feet are sore for several days and your toes look like sausage links. But toenail issues are another matter altogether. You might remember that both of my big toenails fell off last year. I’m hoping they will do the same. And soon.

    NOTE: No photos. You’re welcome.

    12:18 PM So you think you can’t run a marathon? Here are4 inspiring stories of last place finishers. Now go. And do.

    12:14 PM Jon and Matthea sent me the recipe to “Slow Cooker Bottom Round Beef Roast.” I just put it in the crock pot. Please wish me success. This is the first roast I’ve ever tried to cook.

    9:20 AM I arrived at RDU yesterday at 3:00 pm and then taught my night class at school before driving home this morning to vote. The weekend with family was just what I needed. Why did it go so well? First of all, I refused to be alone. Was that easy? No way! When I arrived in Birmingham I had retreated so deeply into my emotional protective cocoon that I felt like a turtle about to be hit by a car. But slowly I began to crawl out of my shell. I know that my tendency is to “be tough” and handle all of my troubles by myself. This is precisely why I forced myself to be with family over the weekend. I knew I needed interaction. I needed to surround myself with people who love me. There is nothing heroic about grief. It is just plain hard work. Your emotions are frozen, and motion in any direction feels like the world is covered with solid ice. But we don’t need to weep in silence. It helps to deal with your pain by being in community. If grief is a statement that you loved somebody, it’s also a statement that you are loved by somebody. When we’re grieving, we need to find someone to listen to us, talk to us, hold our hand, even cry with us. I experienced all of this and more over the weekend. But it wouldn’t have happened had I remained curled up in a fetal position.

    Other things I did right:

    1) Music. For me, listening to music gives my feelings and thoughts shape and meaning. With such a jumbled array of feelings, I find it therapeutic to bask in song and artistic beauty. The day I arrived in Birmingham I attended my granddaughter’s chorale concert at the Alabama School of Fine Arts. It was a marvelously uplifting performance. Later we sat in my daughter’s living room and watched YouTubes of great music like Gabrielli’s Aria della Battaglia and Lauridsen’s O Magnum Mysterium. Becky and I always loved to attend the NC Symphony together. Music meant so much to her. When we grieve, God doesn’t want us to forget the past. He doesn’t want us to forget the good times, the hard times, the joys and sorrows you shared with your loved one. I will always feel connected to Becky through music and the arts.

    2) Running. Grief has a tremendous mental and emotional component to it, but the physical aspect of grieving can’t be overlooked. Knowing that I would be visiting with them, and knowing how much I loved to run, my daughter Matthea and her husband Jon arranged for us to do a 10K in downtown Birmingham on Saturday morning. We were slow, but we had so much fun running together. The weather turned out to be ideal for a race. Running has taught me so much about grieving. I’ve come to realize that my body will go only as far as it needs to go. If I’m running a marathon, my body is done after 26.2 miles. If I’m running a 5K, it calls it quits after mile 3.1. The same thing happened in my 31-mile ultra. Despite the fact that I am a slow runner, I have a great deal of tenacity and even stubbornness. Another thing about running: It involves suffering. Through running, I’ve learned how to embrace suffering. A race tells you it’s possible to suffer and keep going. Even at the aid stations, you don’t hang around. You get in, get your fluid, and get out. Running is all about forward motion. So is life.

    3) Smiling. Yes, I said smiling. Research has proven that endorphins and serotonin are released into your body when you smile. Endorphins are natural pain relievers. And serotonin creates a natural high. When I arrived in Alabama, I was grumpy and quiet. But you try spending 4 days with 5 rambunctious and happy grandkids without breaking out in joyous laughter. Not possible!

    4) Feeding my face. Call it comfort food if you like, but it works. I can’t tell you how many times we went out for a meal — Mexican, hot dogs, even Ethiopian. Of course, my daughter also cooked at home. For me, the dinner table is a place of community. I find eating alone alienating. In many countries like Ethiopia, mealtime is considered sacred. It’s incredible how uplifting these meals with my family were. “Day by day,” says Acts 2,”they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts.” God created meal-time as a unique experience designed to foster fellowship.

    5) Rest. I spent every afternoon sleeping. I needed it too. Fatigue is easy to spot. It shows on our faces and in our demeanor. Therefore, adequate sleep is essential when you’re grieving. And I had plenty of it — thanks to the boys for giving Papa B their room for the weekend.

    6) Dogs. The Glasses have two of them. I cherished every moment with them. It’s amazing how pets become part of our families. My heart still aches over the dogs I’ve lost through the years. I could never imagine life without them. Being social creatures, they help you cope with loneliness. Jon and Matthea’s dogs are so cute. They have a Corky and a Sheltie. Both are hearty, spunky, determined breeds. “Without dogs, our houses are cold receptacles for things. Dogs make a fire warmer with their curled presence. They wake us, greet us, protect us, and ultimately carve a place in our hearts and history. Our reflection, our lives, are often referenced in parts defined by the all-too-short lives of our dogs” (Paul Fersen, In the Presence of Dogs). Amen to that.

    In short, this weekend was a challenging, inspiring, and rewarding adventure. I tried to imagine what Becky’s reaction would have been had she been there watching me. I think she would have been proud of me. There were incredibly difficult parts of the weekend, but I was happy that I coped so well with my grief. My soul was filled with happiness by being with family. I’m consistently amazed at how much my kids love me. On weekends like this, my mind never truly shuts down. Even though I came through the experience stronger than when I went in, I’m still in the middle of a race. Though I may not be moving very fast, I’m proud of myself for still being out there on the “course,” as it were. I’m consistently surprised at what can be accomplished when you just keep moving forward and don’t give up. Of course, it’s all God’s grace. If you are a Christian, grieving for you is different. It’s always infused with hope. And the foundation for this hope is found in only one place: The Lord Jesus Christ. He is the Lord of loss. He is the Lord of comfort. He is the Lord of suffering. And He is the Lord of restoration. I have made the choice to follow this Lord. You and me — we are kingdom people, following this matchless Savior along the downward path of brokenness and humility. I pray you would never forget what a friend you have in Jesus. I close with a few photos. God bless!

    This is Galana. She’s my Sheba’s daughter. What a sweet puppy.

    Three people who don’t know how not to be runners.

    Race day was bright and sunny.

    This is perhaps thebest Ethiopian restaurant in town.

    Their food was so delicious. On our platter, I made sure we had Becky’s favorite dish, kai wat.

    Matthea is a marvelous cook. Here we are enjoying a scrumptious pot roast.

    On Sunday morning we sang “It Is Well” just before Jon got up to give the message. Coincidentally, that was perhaps Becky’s favorite hymn.

    Everyone, meet Karis Lynn. Isn’t she the most precious baby you’ve ever seen? All of my grandkids are like that, of course.

    Matthea’s fabulous art gallery. Such amazing talent. Morehere.

    A visit to Gus’s Hot Dogs makes everything right.

    Friday, November 2    

    7:45 AM I woke up tired this morning, physically drained. And why not? Four weeks ago — a half marathon. Three weeks ago — an ultramarathon. Two weeks ago — a 52-mile bike. One week ago — a marathon. And this weekend? You know when you have a tough day coming and you dread it? It has to take place, but you still lose sleep over it. Loss is just plain tough. It’s hard to understand, deal with, work through, endure. God allows it for a reason but does that lessen its pain? If you ever feel the need to pour out your grief before Him, believe me, I understand. This morning, at 5:00 am, sitting on my front porch in the dark, I read the last chapter of the book of Ecclesiastes. Holy cow. What can we learn from this?

    • That aging and death are inevitable.

    • That God disciplines us because He loves us too much to let sin destroy our lives.

    • That, like the Philosopher who wrote this book and who “studied proverbs and honestly tested their truth” (v. 9), so we too can speak openly and honestly about our pain.

    • That reverence for God is not a feeling, it’s a choice.

    • That you can be confused and still trust Him.

    • That God doesn’t despise our fragility but created us with real, raw emotions like sorrow.

    • That suffering has a noble purpose.

    Exactly five years ago this morning, to use the words of the Philosopher in Ecclesiastes 12, the silver chain snapped, the golden lamp fell and broke, the rope of the well came apart and the water jar was shattered. A body returned to the dust of the earth, and the breath of life went back to God, who gave it to her. A major part of our lives was ripped from us, and just as it takes time to heal from surgery, it takes time to heal from loss. But no matter what our loss may be, the words of the Bible remain true:

    There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die.

    Let me mention four things that have helped me cope with grief through the years. Maybe they can help you cope with your own losses as they come to you in life:

    Be yourself. Others may try to “fix” you, but you don’t need fixing. Embrace your grief and learn from it. It is a great teacher.

    Expect to be overwhelmed from time to time. Grief is like that giant wave that pummeled me at Sunset Beach years ago. When waves break, they smother you, and you struggle to survive. But waves eventually run out of energy. They expend their power and calm returns. Struggling against a wave is an exercise in futility. You must yield, accept, and even embrace it. The quicker you do that, the more you will recover.

    Force yourself to look to the future. Turn your heart and mind to what God still has in store for you. I am grateful my kids helped me to see the importance of doing this. “Daddy, why not start running?” “Daddy, why not go back to Hawaii and surf again?” “Daddy, we’d like you to come and visit us for Thanksgiving.” By forcing ourselves to look to the future, we begin, little by little, to cope with the past.

    Help others. One way God carries our burdens as His children is by sending someone into our lives who’s experienced something similar to what we have experienced. All around us are people who are hurting, who have needs (spiritual or financial), and when we reach out to them, we help not only them but ourselves.

    Suffering is one of the hardest parts of our faith. But beauty after ashes is possible. Becky died with her family by her side. We wept over her still-warm body. Then we sang a hymn and prayed, expressing our gratitude to God for her life and that finally she was in pain no longer. I quietly asked everyone to leave the room. I caressed Becky’s hand one last time, reluctant to let her go. I wept as I said a final goodbye to my beloved friend and partner. Then I left the room to plan her memorial service. Becky would have been surprised at how many people attended her homegoing celebration on campus. But I wasn’t surprised. Becky was an honest and decent human being whom everybody admired.

    I have many more special memories to offer, but this is not the place or the time. I miss you so much, my darling Becky. I wish you could be here to enjoy your grandchildren like I can. But I bet you’re watching everything from above and smiling. I grieve for my adulthood without you, but I accept it. I’m so glad we were always together, perhaps in sickness even more than in health. I have no right to feel self pity. Your life was a pure blessing to me. You taught me about so many things and I will hold on to every one of those truths. I can’t imagine having another intimate relationship. At this point in my life, I have plenty to do just keeping up with our kids and grandkids. I know that your spirit of love and generosity lives on in their hearts, and for that I am grateful. I hope that someday I can learn to trust God like you did. Deep down, I know that losing you will help me to discover who I am, now that I am on my own. I love you, sweetheart. I hope you can hear/see/feel that.

    This blog post is dedicated to the memory of Becky Lynn Black.

    Thursday, November 1    

    8:54 PM What a fantastic day. Had lunch with some seminary friends then got up hay with Nate and Jess late into the night (and into the rain that appeared out of nowhere). I’m sopping wet and have never been happier. Tomorrow’s the big day (Year 5!) and man am I missing her. Number of times I counted my blessings today: 10,340. Some of my clearest and fondest memories of Becky happened here on the farm. What a wild ride we had establishing Rosewood! You know, sometimes the best memories are created when not everything goes quite right, when you have to step outside of your comfort zone, when you are trying to do something you’ve never done before — like farming. Like yin and yang, we were misfits, but happily married misfits. On the other hand, we were so much alike. She was an adventurer, like me. She was deeply caring, like me. She loved life, like me. Not every moment we had together was perfect, but they all contributed to the man I am today. There are many good memories. I love you, Becky. I shall cherish the moments we had together forever.

    7:12 AM As I sit here writing this blog post I’m thrilled out of my gourd. We just added an exegesis course to our spring 2019 lineup at the seminary. It will be a study of Philippians. I will be the teacher. The class will be offered during Spring Break, the week of March 4-9 from 8:00 to 5:00. The evidence is pretty conclusive: when students take 4 or 5 courses over a 15-week period, the completion rates are lower than when they take a weeklong intensive. I wish I could have taken intensives in seminary but back then courses were taught 3 times a week for 15 weeks ONLY. I am far from being an expert in Greek pedagogy, but I’ve taught enough summer and J-term Greek classes to know that immersion courses lead to some of the best results that seminary language programs can offer. Besides, I’m a Baptist. (“Immersion” courses. Get it?) Of course, intensive classes are by definition, well, intense. The schedule is punishing. But just think: After 5:00 pm you get the rest of the day off. On the other hand, you just might find the evening hours boring. After all, you live, study, and do practically everything else with your teacher and classmates for 8 hours each and every day for a week. This is highly conducive to relationship building. So, intensive classes are great — if you are a passionate, dedicated, and ambitious language learner. Thankfully, we have tons of students like this at Southeastern.

    As I prepare the course syllabus, I have to make a major decision: Which textbooks to require? I’ve used Hawthorne in the past but this time around I almost certain will use Will Varner’s Philippians: A Linguistic Commentary.

    Let’s talk about how good this book is.

    • It’s sure and steady.

    • The author is a seasoned New Testament scholar.

    • It is comprehensive without being wordy.

    • The Greek insights are plentiful and rich.

    • Special attention is given to such important topics as textual criticism, verbal aspect, discourse analysis, and semantics (“Wie der Text spielt”).

    • The author fairly assesses others’ views while rightly putting stress on his own.

    • I especially love the way the author provides a brief but rich introductory overview of the theme of the letter.

    In every way, Will Varner’s commentary on Philippians is one of the best you can find today. The approach is conservative without being obscurantist, instructive without being pedantic. For example, this is the bottom of p. 15.

    Here the author discusses in detail Codex Vaticanus in Phil. 1:1. He points out such interesting features as the itacism of “Timothy,” the dieresis in the right margin (indicating a variant reading), and the attempted “correction” of a later scribe who attached the letter nu to the left margin. This is genius. And it’s super easy to follow. What else? How about paragraph summaries. I wish more commentaries did this. (This is a strength of Hawthorne’s work.) How about constant reference to the Septuagint. How about the attention the author gives to discourse markers such as conjunctions. If you want a more detailed and professional review, you’ll have to go elsewhere. I don’t have time to do that here.

    By the way, it’s so good to be back on the farm. This was my view this morning from the porch.

    I never tire of my little refuge. The most peaceful place in the world is on the seat of a Massie Ferguson 135. When Becky and I moved here 16 years ago, it was the right time. I said, “This is the last stop. This is where I belong.”

    Chore time 🙂

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    Thursday, November 30 

    1:25 PM Just back from the Y and the track. Lifted for about an hour and then did a 10K (6.2 mile) walk. Very thankful that I can move my body with my own two feet. As we age, we learn to accept our limitations, but we’re also less fearful about fueling the engine of self-discovery. So it was a really fun morning.

    Meanwhile, I’m really enjoying my book about April of 1865. Which got me to thinking about my favorite book titles, one of them being A Stillness at Appomattox, which deals with much the same subject. Here are some other book titles I really love (though I might not like the contents so much):

    • Hot, Flat, and Crowded

    • The Grapes of Wrath

    • A Tale of Two Cities

    • The Old Man and the Sea

    • Gone with the Wind

    • Eats, Shoots & Leaves

    • Sense and Sensibility

    • Of Mice and Men

    • The Catcher in the Rye

    • All Quiet on the Western Front

    • For Whom the Bell Tolls

    • Live and Let Die

    • Atlas Shrugged

    • Pride and Prejudice

    • Future Shock

    • All the President’s Men

    The titles of all my books are unoriginal and banal. Sigh.

    7:34 AM There are a few things I’d like to tell you about my study of 1 Thessalonians. I’ve been utterly transfixed by this book. I look on in horror because my faith is nothing like the Thessalonians’. This is why I need to read and study and internalize and then practice this letter. Simple but not easy, I know. Are you spending time praying about your spiritual journey? Is God leading you into truth? Yesterday’s accomplishments don’t count for today. There is never, ever a point where we “arrive.”

    As you may know, Ioutline the letter as follows, dividing it into two main sections:

    • Commendation (chapters 1-3)

    • Correction (chapters 4-6)

    Imagine for a moment that you’re a newbie to the sport of long-distance running (like I am). You’ll need a lot of encouragement from others to keep on going. That’s why I read so many books about running. There I find inspirational advice from people like me, people who not only see running as an activity but also as a medium for exploring their potential as a human being. I’ve discovered that runners are by nature encouraging, funny, and a bit quirky. They love to help!

    The flip side to the coin: They are also incredibly helpful as guides and advisors. They will help you with your running form, which shoes to buy, how to avoid injuries, how to complement your running program with other pursuits (this is called “cross-training” — the Gospel implication of that expression hasn’t escaped me!), how to run farther and faster. They’ll freely share their insights with you, and if they see an improvement you can make they’re not shy to tell you about it. (Yes, runners can be opinionated!).

    I think Paul’s doing something similar in 1 Thessalonians. There’s much about this church that he finds commendable. They adore and honor Christ. They are bold and confident evangelists. Their deep faith is just as deeply lived. Then again, there were deficiencies in their faith. Hence in chapter 4 Paul moves from commendation to correction, from thanksgiving and reassurance to counsel and exhortations. Can’t we identify with this? At times we need a good pat on the back. At other times we need a swift kick in the pants. In a very simple and brotherly way, Paul reminds his readers that God isn’t done with them yet.

    He ain’t done with me, either. Let’s start with the intellectual. Interpretive debates abound in this letter. A classic problem is the variant nepioi/epioi in 2:7. Then what do you make of skeuos in 4:4? Who are the ataktoi of 4:9-12? And please don’t get me started on the Parousia of 4:13-5:11. (I tell my students that if the rapture occurs, my colleagues will have to teach my classes because I’ll be gone. On the other hand, if I do end up in the tribulation, I’ll be the first to change my view.) For all these reasons, I’ve started reading this book, which I was able to get through inter-library-loan.

    As a former musician, I love putting together lists of “greatest hits.” Well, this book is high on my list of “greatest books” ever written on 1 Thessalonians. Chapters include:

    • Recent Scholarship on the First Letter to the Thessalonians

    • Apropos the Integrity of 1 Thess

    • 1 Thess and the Liturgy of the Early Church

    • Paul, as seen through his own eyes

    • Paul’s Early Christology

    • Paul’s First Reflections on Love

    • Paul at Prayer

    • The Christian Community, Servant of the Word

    Ray Collins was a scholar who immersed himself in Scripture and could expound its theological significance in a historical context. I’m eager to get started. The farm is the perfect place for reflection. I love, love, love this place and every nook and cranny of it. No parking garage, no traffic, only the sounds of silence (except when the hunters find a deer). Perhaps this is obvious, but having a place to “retreat” is so necessary in our day and age. Now please don’t think that I’m an apologist for agrarian living, because I’m not. There is no salvation in that. The question: How and where can we get unplugged? The silence here is awesome. Honestly, I could watch animals all day. Most of us spend half our lives listening to someone talk about God. But getting into the word yourself — ah, there’s nothing quite like it.

    So Mr. Paul, author of this letter to the “community of the Thessalonians,” have at it. These believers inspire me. For them, “well said” was never a substitute for “well done.” I’d really like to learn how to live like that.

    6:20 AM As I was listening to the “towel and basin ministry” reports yesterday, my mind kept going back to Paul’s famous expression in 1 Thess. 1:3 — “your labor of love.” Loving is just plain hard work. Just the idea of rolling up our shirt sleeves and getting down to kingdom-serving-serious-God-work is an exhausting thought. So let me hit a couple of highlights:

    • One student has been serving his wife one day a week by giving her a “Thursday Night Out” while he stays home with their five girls.

    • Another has been working with “Rebuilding Hope” on repairing a doublewide in Henderson, NC.

    • Yet another (along with his wife) babysits his neighbors’ kids.

    • Yet another washes a guy’s windows.

    • Yet another is helping a recently-arrived Afghani family learn English. (How anyone can learn our super-complicated language escapes me.)

    Are you getting the picture? It’s not what happens on Sunday morning that matters. Which is why Paul is adamant to Titus: “Remind them to be ready for every good deed” (Tit. 3:1).This is how the Holy Spirit keeps the church healthy. Without giving, we become spiritually constipated. I am gifted. You are gifted. But the same God works in all of us (1 Cor. 12:6). As so many of my student iterated yesterday, knowledge can’t substitute for obedience. God is smart. He designed His church to be a fully functioning serving machine. Just read 1 Cor. 12, Rom. 12, and Eph. 4 if you don’t believe me. What a church! When each of us does our part, the church becomes God’s hands and feet in the world.

    Pick up a towel, my friend. Pour some water into a basin. The church needs you, it needs me, it needs all of us.

    Wednesday, November 29 

    6:18 PM I realize that Thanksgiving is past, but I’m still thankful for sooooo many things. I know I keep thanking the same people over and over again — my family, my friends, my students, my colleagues. To all of them, I am eternally grateful. They continue to make me look and sound smarter than I’ll ever be, and each has helped make me a better person. But let’s get specific, shall we?

    1) A hearty “Thank you” to my personal assistant, Noah Kelley, for working so hard to prepare for his written and oral Ph.D. comps. He passed this Monday with flying colors. Thanks also to my good friends and colleagues Dave Beck and Ben Merkel for serving as co-examiners.

    2) A hearty “Thank you” to my doctoral student Calvin Morris and his wife Devra for working so hard on his dissertation, which he successfully defended yesterday. Thanks also to Danny and Charlotte Akin for the wonderful way they support their faculty and students.

    3) A hearty “Thank you” to Kevin Ezell of the North American Mission Board for bringing such amarvelous chapel message this week. If you have a half hour to spare, you will not want to miss it. Kevin is one of the most sincere, humble, kindly, and passionate speakers you will ever listen to.

    4) A hearty “Thank you” to my Greek students who volunteered to present their papers in Tuesday night’s class. Each hit a home run.

    5) A hearty “Thank you” to my NT 2 students for opening their hearts and allowing to see how the Lord is working in their lives as they shared their “Towel and Basin Ministry” reports with their fellow students in class today.

    In case you aren’t aware of what this is, here’s the first page of my course syllabus.

    And here’s what I’m calling the “hermeneutical triangle.”

    Notice that our study doesn’t end with knowledge. It only begins there.

    Hence each of my NT students was required to do a “towel and basin ministry” this semester. Like good musicians, each is playing their note, and the result is a breath-taking symphony of service.

    6) Finally, a hearty “Thank you” to my daughter Jessie for sending along a pic of one of my handsome grandsons. I am so spoiled!

    Friends, let’s call forth the blessedness in each other. This is a long-term investment. But the payoff can be incredible.

    Monday, November 27 

    7:25 AM Hello virtual friends of the amazing cybernetic highway. Hope you all had an amazing Thanksgiving. Mine was exhaustingly wonderful. Here are a few musings before I go off to work:

    1) My thoughts on Cyber Monday.

    2) Be sure to check out ourWhat’s New? page at the Greek Portal. One recent entry: “Why Pastors Should Use a Different Greek Text.” (Added as click bait, of course.)

    3) I stayed up late last night reading my new book, April 1865. Vicksburg, the Hampton Roads Peace Conference, Sharpsburg, the Wilderness, Cold Harbor, Richmond, Washington, Lee, Grant, Lincoln, Petersburg, exhaustion, despair, debate, emancipation, victory, defeat, a small red brick house in a tiny Virginia crossroads village, even the Founding Fathers — it’s all here. “April 1865 is a month that could have unraveled the American nation. Instead, it saved it” (p. x). There’s quite a story to be told here, and the author tells it masterfully. I heartily recommend reading it.

    4) Only 14 more days until the Dallas Marathon. Lining up with a number pinned on your chest? Ain’t nothin’ like it.

    5) “From you the word of the Lord trumpeted forth” (1 Thess. 1:8). When we receive the Good News, we can’t keep it to ourselves. Let our refusal to engage in political debate be proof to a watching world that we belong to a kingdom that is not of this world.

    Sunday, November 26 

    6:32 PM Photo update:

    1) Snapped this on my way to the fellowship this morning.

    These flags were flying in a church parking. Interesting message about loyalties, to say the least.

    2) Later on I decided to get in a walk at my favorite state park in Farmville.

    3) I ended up going 7 miles without any trouble. Walking, of course. No running yet.

    4) The place was deserted, which is unusual for a Sunday afternoon. Christmas shopping you think?

    5) Hallowed ground indeed.

    6) I was only 30 minutes away from Appomattox, so what the hey?

    7) The famous court house.

    8) And the even more famous McLean House, where the surrender took place.

    This is the not-so-often-photographed backside of the building.

    9) This structure was built in 1792. It now houses the bookstore, where I bought …

    10) … this tome.

    As you’d expect from a New Testament professor, I only read the Bible. Except when I read other books. I’ll start it tonight.

    Once I wash the dinner dishes, that is. 🙂

    8:15 AM If you’ve been reading my blog for about 5 minutes you know that I’m a lousy cook. In fact, just about the only dish I know how to serve up is Chinese stir-fry and rice. Honestly, I’m going to try and eat cleaner in 2018. But that’s tough here in the good-old-US-of-A. In Switzerland I’m used to eating freshly baked bread along with some good local cheese. In France there was a croissant (made with local butter) and coffee.People go grocery shopping daily so that their food is always fresh. The USA is somewhat unique in terms of the industrialization of food. There really is something majorly amiss with the US food supply chain. Even in Ethiopia fast food places are springing up in the cities. I much prefer eating down country when I’m there, enjoying amazingly fresh produce and spicy stews. Here at home, I’ve become stuck on the sweetness of everything and the enormous portion sizes. My favorite country for eating is Korea, which I’ve had the blessing of visiting 6 times. Every time I visit I eat incredibly well. Have you ever had Korean soup? My oh my! And talk about fresh vegetables! Meat is not the focus of your meal but an accompaniment. Plus, the meat is either grilled or boiled rather than cooked in fatty oils. Gotta love that cuisine. I get the sense that industrialized food is just not acceptable in that culture.

    Unfortunately, eating well in the USA is expensive, though it shouldn’t be. No, I don’t want or need to go on a diet. I just want to adjust my nutrition. I’ve already cut back on sodas (as in maybe one a month). Right now I want to devote more time and energy to crafting my own meal plans. My current diet is like Kryptonite. The problem is that right now I’m very unmotivated and can’t get past the “I need to eat cleaner” stage. Thankfully, my intake is more than offset by my output, exercise-wise. I’m beginning to realize that eating healthy takes a lot of hard, daily effort. My living situation is my biggest challenge. I’m a bachelor and so I don’t like to cook. Plus I’m on the road a lot. If you’ve got any food for thought (pardon the pun) you’d like to share with me, please feel free. I just want to live and eat responsibly. Thankfully I’ve got family members who are thinking the same way as I do. I need to invest more in organization and planning. I’m not there yet but I’m on my way! 

    7:40 AM A few random musings on a Sunday morning:

    1) For some reason, perhaps due to an undetected carbon monoxide leak in my house, I overscheduled myself this week. Tomorrow I’m chairing a Ph.D. Comprehensive Exam. On Tuesday I’m chairing a Ph.D. Dissertation Defense. On Wednesday we have our monthly faculty meeting. Plus I’m teaching four classes and grading exams. Who knows what other surprises the week will hold? Ask God what, where, and how He wants you to move forward in faith this week. Submit to this portion of the trip He has you on. Rest assured, He knows what He’s doing. (That lecture was more for me than for you.)

    2) I’m enjoying the book reviews in JETS. Yesterday I read Isaac Blois’ review of Joe Hellerman’s Philippians commentary in the EGGNT series (JETS 59/3, pp. 639-41). Isaac’s summary is worth quoting, as it should describe every commentary out there:

    Hellerman models a rigorous engagement with the Greek text, puzzling over the reasons why the author chose particular constructions or vocabulary, etc., and then describing this decision-making process clearly. Thus, students attempting to learn how to make their own decisions about semantic categories and syntactical structures, as well as their implications for exegesis, will find in Hellerman’s analysis a paradigm from which they can take their cue in studying the NT.

    I’ll be curious to see whether Will Varner’s revised commentary on James will meet this “paradigmatic” standard, though I highly suspect it will.

    3) This morning on my front porch (bundled up against the cold) I continued my personal journey through 1 Thessalonians. These forays into the text are well worth my time. Remember: The Christian life is a marathon, not a sprint. And in God’s word we have a fascinating guidebook and runner’s manual to show us the way forward. What is also amazing is that God had provided for us so many other useful tools to guide us. One of my very favorites is Gordon Fee’s 1-2 Thessalonians commentary.

    It’s a splendid book that combines insightful comment and graceful writing. It’s a wise companion to one’s study of these letters. (I’m requiring it in Greek 4 next semester.)

    4) I apologize to my readers for mentioning my analysis of Heb. 6:4-6 but never actually showing it to you.

    Keep in mind that incredibly smart and resourceful people have interpreted these verses in ways that differ from my own interpretation. But I think at least we can all agree that being able to differentiate between substantival participles and adverbial participles matters.

    (P.S. A thousand thanks to my assistant, Noah Kelley, for putting together this Power Point slide for me. It’s amazing what people can do with computers these days.)

    5) I think I’ll try walking again today for training. Foot, I’m throwing down the gauntlet. That dude huffing and puffing above you may well be me.

    Saturday, November 25 

    6:28 PM It was so much fun working outdoors this evening. We got up two trailer loads before it got dark on us.

    At one point I had to laugh out loud. I mean, how many farmers do you know who listen to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings while they’re getting up hay?

    Right now I’ve got the rice cooking in the rice cooker, and the stir-fry is is about to be stirred and fried, so I gotta run. Make it a great week!

    1:12 PM Being an athlete — an awfully klutzy one, to be sure, but an athlete nonetheless — requires constant training. Today I had more fun than I’ve had in a long time. It all started at the Y, where I did some weight training for about an hour.

    Next up? I returned to the track for the first time in what seems like ages.

    Much to my amazement and amusement I was able to walk 2 miles without any pain whatsoever in my left foot — or anywhere for that matter. That it took me 48 minutes to walk 2 miles will give you an indication of the speed of my recovery. I know it’s not much of a start, but it IS a start. John Bingham once wrote a book called No Need for Speed. I once pooh-poohed it. Not any more.

    I’m back on the farm again, enjoying some leftover turkey and ham my daughter sent home with me. I don’t know about you, but I need constant reminders of why I do what I do. So I stuck this post-it-note on my refrigerator today.

    It’s the world’s shortest TED Talk but it gets the job done. Right now I’m finalizing my marathon schedule for the next few months. Here’s what it looks like in its current incarnation:

    • December 2017: Dallas Marathon

    • January 2018: Charleston Marathon

    • February 2018: Birmingham Marathon

    • March 2018: Raleigh Marathon

    • April 2018: Irving (TX) Marathon

    • May 2018: Flying Pig Marathon (Cincinnati)

    The Flying Pig was my first marathon and I loved it. You actually run in Kentucky for a bit before going back through downtown Cincy. This is a pretty level course except for miles 7-10, where you encounter an actual mountain. This year I think I’ll hire a Sherpa.

    I’ll plan my summer races later. No two marathons are ever the same. But each one teaches you lessons, if you’re willing to learn. Right now I’m so under-trained it hurts. It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. Right now I’ll try to stay in shape by lifting, biking, and walking. At this point in my life, not running at all is the way for me to the best runner I can be.

    9:15 AM Happy Saturday, one and all! In case you were wondering, I recently took climbing Mount Everest off my bucket list. (Kidding. It was never on my bucket list to begin with. I may be dumb but I’m not stupid.) Instead, I’ve got my sights set squarely on Mont Blanc in France, the highest Alp at 4,810 meters (or, for us ‘Muricans, 15,780 feet). I hope to climb the Gouter Route and the expected time is a full 2 days. The plan is to start with a training ascent of the Allalinhorn in Switzerland. This climb will bring me to a crossroads: to climb Mont Blanc or not? Watching the movie Everest was an eye-opener for me. The film provided an unparalleled example of leadership — or, better, lack of leadership. Neither Rob Hall nor Scott Fischer had any business climbing past their agreed-upon turnaround times. There would have been no 1996 Everest Disaster had all the climbers turned around by 2:00 pm. At the South Summit, the decision by John Taske, Stuart Hutchinson, and Lou Kasischke to turn around literally saved their lives. The fact is, if both teams had followed their own safety rules, nobody would have perished. The rivalry between Hall and Fischer only added to a situation in which the leaders were already making suboptimal decisions.

    Maybe there’s a lesson here?

    Sometimes life is all about saying no.

    John Lennon once famously said, “Life is about what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, climbing is at best an avocation. The Mont Blanc climb, like my climb two summers ago in the Alps, will be a fundraiser for UNC — if it happens. My guide and I will have to decide that after he sees how well I do on the Allalinhorn. Life is a collection of thousands and thousands of little choices. But strung together through all of these little decisions, like beads on a string, is the foundation on which you’re building your life. For me, this foundation is very clearly stated in a passage I read early this morning on my front porch as I watched the sun rise and the frost melt. The verse is Col. 3:16, which might well function as a life verse for me. “Christ’s message in all its fullness must live in your hearts. Teach and instruct one another with all wisdom.” I want every student who has a class with me to go away thinking, “This class was more about Christ than about anything else.” This is a “must,” says Paul. Christ’s message has to live in our hearts. It’s not an option. The verb here is in the mood of command — the imperative mood. Translating it as “Let Christ’s message live in your hearts” is much too bland. It makes it sound like Paul is making a suggestion. “If you want to, let it happen.” Nope. It’s got to happen. But how does it happen? That’s the rest of the verse: As we “teach and instruct one another with all wisdom.” This is it. We help each other to grow into Christ. As I continue to run, I am amazed at just how much a “community” this running thingy is. Now that running is an integral part of my life, I draw more and more insights from the sport into my essential self. These insights are perhaps less dramatic than those I find in the Bible, but they are no less profound. Running has taught me, and continues to teach me, that there is joy in watching others succeed and in helping them make progress, just as they are willing and able to help me succeed and make progress.

    This truth came home to me this morning when I opened the New York Times. (The online edition, of course. Do people still read newspapers?) The essay was calledHow the ‘Shalane Flanagan Effect’ Works. Remember how Shalane won the New York City Marathon?

    She was the first American woman to win New York in 40 years. Here’s the money quote from the essay:

    But perhaps Flanagan’s bigger accomplishment lies in nurturing and promoting the rising talent around her, a rare quality in the cutthroat world of elite sports. Every single one of her training partners — 11 women in total — has made it to the Olympics while training with her, an extraordinary feat. Call it the Shalane Effect: You serve as a rocket booster for the careers of the women who work alongside you, while catapulting forward yourself.

    You serve as a rocket booster for those who work alongside you.

    Bingo!

    Flanagan discovered that the more she pushed her younger colleagues to improve, the more they pushed her to improve. That’s what makes this such a great sport. The glory belongs not only to those runners at the front of the pack. It belongs to all of us, regardless of whether we’ve ever stood on the awards podium. In other words, if you run your best, you can be beaten but you can never be defeated. Through running I’ve become something bigger than myself — part of a community. The struggles you have are the same struggles that everyone else has too. That’s one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned in life. Being a runner has made me a more naturally caring person. I discovered that the running community is made up of everyday people who are all willing to help me. You see, what binds us together as runners is far more powerful than what separates us. Shalane Flanagan understood this. She knew that there was no better way for her to become a better runner than by enabling others to become better runners themselves.

    And so, Paul says, “Christ’s message has to settle down and make its home in our hearts.” And the way this happens is when we “teach and instruct one another with all wisdom.” I don’t want or need to be the teacher all the time. I want and need to be taught. I believe that if we as Christians cultivate a spirit of true fraternal instruction (as is taught in Hebrews 8), we will find the effort more than worth it. I love and respect pastors immensely. But some of the responsibilities they try to care for are well beyond their capacity. Little wonder they grow weary in trying to keep all the plates spinning. I suggest this: develop a church culture in which discipleship is measured not by attendance but by participation. Decide, dear pastor friend, if you want to produce disciples or consumers. It was never God’s intent that pastors should bear all the weight of responsibility for the spiritual growth of their flocks. Prepare your people to shepherd. Delegate more. Grant opportunities for teaching and instructing. If you haven’t read it yet, grab a copy of my colleagues’ bookWith: A Practical Guide to Informal Mentoring and Intentional Disciple Making. They write:

    The younger generation desperately seeks mentors to show them how to live for Jesus in a real world.

    Yes, I realize that “discipleship” is a buzzword today. It’s all the fad. But it’s actually been around for millennia. Jesus “just happened” to believe it in Himself.

    Thank You, God, for the blessing of community. I thank You, as a runner, that You released me from sedentary confinement and introduced me to a group of people who truly care about each other. Thank You for teaching me, both through the running community and through Your body, the church, that being part of something great is better than being great. Thank You that the dream of raising up a new generation of Greek scholars still burns strongly in my soul. Help all of us, as Paul constantly teaches us, to work together as a team for the sake of the Gospel. Help us to realize that we are both players and cheerleaders. It shouldn’t be any other way.

    Friday, November 24 

    5:16 PM “Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt and live like it’s heaven on Earth” (Mark Twain). Here I am crossing the finish line at the St. George Marathon in Utah, setting a new PR.

    Nothing inspires me more than people who risk feeling vulnerable by trying something new. For me, that something new this year was marathoning. I’m inspired by everyone who is brave with their lives so that others can be brave with theirs. Life is not the path of least resistance. My friend, what is the “new” God is calling you today? To practice courage is to look at life and say, “I’m all in.”

    Get deliberate.

    Get inspired.

    Get going.

    Love,

    Dave

    12:30 PM I offer a couple of “Thank You” notes before doing my farm chores:

    1) Thank you, Inexpensive Domains, for being such a great web host for the past 17 years. (And sorry for using Front Page.)

    2) Thank you, legs, for taking me to so many awesome places in the past four years since Becky died: the Matterhorn, a race in Utah, the summits of two 14ers in the Rockies, the paths on my farm, etc.

    3) Thank you, Jeff Galloway, for reminding me that walking is okay during a marathon.

    4) Thank you, Word of God, for not allowing me to run on empty. (I’ve dripped tears all over your pages this year, but somehow I think you’re okay with that.)

    5) Thank you, iPhone, for taking such great pictures.

    6) Thank you, eyeglasses, for allowing me to read.

    7) Thank you, students, for burning with passion for your studies.

    8) Thank you, Holy Spirit, for holding me tight.

    9) Thank you, YMCA, for giving me a place to work out and meet some great people.

    10) Thank you, Philippians, for reminding me that it’s possible to tap into contentment in any circumstance.

    11) Thank you, Awazé and Abyssinia, for serving up such great Ethiopian food.

    12) Thank you, Ibuprofen, for making my life so much easier.

    13) Thank you, Amazon Prime, for great videos like “Spirit of the Marathon.”

    14) Thank you, tech clothes, for allowing me to be comfortable all day.

    15) Thank you, Honda, for inventing the Odyssey. Well done.

    16) Thank you to my tribe — you know who you are — for writing me constantly and keeping me accountable.

    17) Thank you, Sheba, for being such a great puppy.

    18) Thank you, Spell-Check, for maximizing my time on the keyboard.

    19) Thank you, Jesus, for wrecking my life.

    20) Thank you, mom and dad in Dallas, for your prayers and love.

    21) Thank you, National Park Service, for preserving our national treasures.

    22) Thank you, metabolism, for letting me eat as much as I want.

    23) Thank you, Yoshitada Minami, for inventing the rice cooker.

    24) Thank you, my seminary colleagues, for being kind, generous, committed, and loyal.

    25) Thank you, movie Everest, for reminding me that turnaround times matter.

    26) Thank you, Kailua Beach, for all the gorgeous sunrises.

    27) Thank you, UNC Hospital, for your work on endometrial cancer research. (Hope to do another fund raiser for you next July in the Alps.)

    28) Thank you, kids and grandkids, for being so amazing.

    29) Thank you, Father, for being enough. No one loves me more.

    30) Thank you, marvelous body of Christ, for being big enough to embrace teenage guys with earrings and tattoos and old men with practically no hair.

    May the world see in Dave Black a man who is a thankful, normal guy who wouldn’t have the slightest idea how to live had it not been for Jesus.

    9:05 AM A few thoughts about 1 Thess. 1:1-5.

    Verses 1-2.

    There’s no mention of Paul’s apostolic authority. He does have to defend his motives, however (see 2:1-12).

    Paul works as a team with others (Silas and Timothy).

    The word ekklesia is not a technical term. It has to be modified in three ways: (1) “of the Thessalonians” (this is where the ekklesia meets), (2) “in union with God the Father” (which makes this ekklesia distinct from a pagan assembly), and (3) “in union with the Lord Jesus Christ” (which makes it distinct from a Jewish assembly). What, then, is a “church”? I think 1:3 contains a great definition. The church is simply a group of Jesus-followers who put their faith into practice through sacrificial deeds of love on behalf of others, all the while placing their hope exclusively in the Lord Jesus Christ.

    Verse 3.

    Thanksgiving isn’t thanksgiving unless it’s expressed.

    Paul “always” prays for others. Intercessory prayer was his constant habit.

    Verse 4.

    I have so much to say about this verse. What Paul writes here is pure genius. The evidence of the Thessalonians’ election is not found in their lives but in the lives of Paul and his co-workers. (This is something you probably didn’t learn in seminary about “election.”) Notice that the Gospel came to the Thessalonians inmore than words. We over-focus on the words today. Diction. Outline. Message. So let’s make a distinction between talking and walking, as Paul does here. This means that the Gospel is preached with more than words. I well remember when I left the local church as a teenager in Hawaii and joined the Jesus Movement. Did pastors actually think they could get away with preaching timeless truths without a lifestyle of radical obedience? Like it or not, we are more than cognitive beings. The medium is the message. So when Paul brought the word to Thessalonica, he also brought power, the Holy Spirit, and deep conviction. Fee notes, “…the message of the gospel is truth accompanied by experienced reality” (p. 32). Hear this: I don’t think God wants us to minimize the message or its contents. We’re no good to Him if we’re guilty of faulty exegesis. I value truth desperately, as I know you do. But I also applaud speakers who are unmistakably passionate. Their message is more than mere words. Why? Because God has filled them with a huge dose of Holy Ghost power. Their teaching is full of conviction. Teaching requires tons of emotional energy, more, in fact, than I ever expected it would. Sure, I emphasize the content. But I’m always asking the question: Am I connecting with my hearers? A great message is something to behold. We are drawn in by its simplicity, and then transformed by its power. We’re invited into a story that can’t be passively received. Remember 1 Cor. 4:20: “The kingdom of God is not in word but in power!”

    Verse 5.

    “You know perfectly well how we lived among you. We did everything for your sakes.” Paul, some were saying, was motivated by greed in his ministry. As Fee notes, Paul’s probably hinting at “some slanderous accusations against him” (p. 37). Not so, says the apostle. “We never wore masks to cover up greed!” (2:5). It’s such a cliché nowadays – people don’t care how much we know until they know how much we care. Did Paul speak this word specifically for our over-professionalized “ministries,” for churches where pastors are parachuted in (and then out again) every 3-4 years, where over-the-top prosperity preachers have had a field day with gullible believers?

    I’m having fun with 1 Thessalonians!

    8:02 AM During the Thanksgiving Break I’m taking a personal retreat, celebrating the extraordinary nature of everyday life, dropping down into a life set on cruise control, remaining (mostly) unplugged from social media while prehoarding large chunks of Scripture. The Lord has led me to a personal study of the book of 1 Thessalonians – and to cease and desist from the banter of NPR and the news. This adventure in relearning the essentials of the faith may call for the occasional blog post like this one. (Warning: Impeding high horse.) I will be studying and not merelyreading 1 Thessalonians. The reason, as I’ve often said, is that I’ve never been able to divorce my academic life from my devotional life. Which is why I’ve never really had “daily devotions.” Now, I have no dog in this hunt. If you read the Bible and pray for 30 minutes every morning from 5:30-6:00, I’m your biggest cheerleader. Actually, I’m a bit jealous of your self-discipline. I tend to talk to Jesus more in the margins, like when I’m biking or climbing or doing a trash run. The goal is not to get know more about Him. The goal of all Bible study should be aligning ourselves correctly, with His humble ministry of serving. Jesus sits on a throne but He got there through a cross. Is a servant above his Master in this regard? Incidentally, as I begin my study of Paul’s earliest writing (yes, even earlier than Galatians), I’ll be heeding my own advice andreading the book it its entirety before attempting to peek at its trees and tiny saps. The idea is to let the book be its own interpreter. Next, I’m going to work my way through the letter paragraph by paragraph because the paragraph (not the verse) is the basic thought unit. It’s almost like putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Sure, I’ll read commentaries and the like. I’ll sit at Fee’s feet for sure. But exegesis is waaaay bigger than verb tenses and noun cases. This is exactly the moment for me to do what I’ve been telling my students in my Greek 3 class to do as they their write exegetical term papers this semester: pay attention to as many levels of meaning as you can, including the rhetorical level. I’m also a firm believer that the structure of a passage is as inspired by God the Holy Spirit as the words are. I think all the drama surrounding the interpretation of Heb. 6:4-6 would be considerably ameliorated by observing the shift from the 5 aorist tense participles to the 2 present tense participles. I’d gladly kiss structural diagrams goodbye forever but the fact is that I can’t, and neither can you. Still another area that’s – how shall I say this nicely? – overlooked is textual criticism. I consider textual criticism to be one of theindispensable 10 steps in my approach from going to text to teaching outline. I say this because some textbooks omit this step altogether. It sure is a good thing we have an apparatus in our Greek New Testaments. It tells us which readings are possible. But – and this is a big “but” – no small amount of work on our part is required if we’re going to be able to decide between variants for ourselves. Today much is being made of the new Tyndale Greek New Testament. It’s been reviewed by Wallace and others. But I agree with Snapp’s assessment at the New Testament Textual Criticism Facebook page:

    As a study tool … the Tyndale House edition of the Greek New Testament is only minimally useful to those who already have a Nestle-Aland Novum Testamentum Graece, a United Bible Societies/Biblica Greek New Testament, or a New Testament in the Original Greek – Byzantine Textform. Very many significant textual variants have been overlooked, and very many important witnesses receive no attention: no versional evidence is cited and no patristic evidence is cited. It is not infrequent to meet a small and trivial contest in the apparatus near an important and translation-impacting variant-unit that is not covered at all.

    So I’m sticking with my UBS, thank you very much. With no small amount of disappointment, I see that the early Alexandrian uncials are still being promoted as the “best” text (in the Westcott-Hort sense) in certain circles. I giggle to imagine what the field would look like if we ever came to the place of reestablishing the Byzantine text type to a place of real usefulness. I want to use all the evidence God has given us. And if the Byzantine text is in fact unedited in the Westcott-Hort sense, then let’s give its readings their due consideration. Sturz argued, in fact, that one’s view of the Byzantine text would color, shape, and direct their view of the field as a whole. I think he was right. Having been weaned on Bruce Metzger’s introduction to textual criticism, I almost came undone when I read Sturz’s defense of the usefulness (but not primacy) of the Byzantine text. Exercised strategically, this view would mean that we wouldtake the Byzantine text into consideration when we are trying to decide which reading, for example, is the most geographically widespread – something I’ve tried to do in my text-critical essays on Matt. 5:22, Mark 6:20, John 3:13, and Eph. 1:1. (My journal articles can be found onlinehere.) Certainly, when it comes to New Testament textual criticism, we have a feast of evidence, and thank you, God, for it.

    My vigil continues today. I’m going to admit something to you: I’m not a very good vigil-er. I love the Bible, but meditation isn’t my strong suit. I’m just too active of a guy. But you know, sometimes vigils are good for more than prayer and meditation. Sometimes they’re meant to teach us self-discipline.

    “For God alone my soul waits in silence” (Ps. 62:1).

    We’re making peace, the vigil and I.

    Thursday, November 23 

    10:12 PM This and that ….

    1) Can you believe we’re still getting up hay in mid-November?

    2) You know you live in the country when the local greasy spoon has this sign on their wall.

    3) You gotta love their honesty.

    4) Did a “short” 26-mile bike ride this week. If you can’t run you can always cycle.

    5) Hurray for our local Y! We finally got our pot-holed parking lot paved. I had the joy of helping to raise funds for the project.

    My next goal: Help organize a local 5K walk/run race at the Y.

    6) The latest addition to Rosewood. Too cute!

    7) The Blacks had me over for a delicious egg and pancake breakfast yesterday, so I got to see all 5 of my grandsons at one time. #Happiness.

    8) That Chesley is growing!

    9) Today the Bradshers had me over for the most wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. Thank you, Joel and Kimberly!

    10) Love you, Mr. Gabe!

    Off to bed. Been a long but good day.

    Oh Lord, we bow in gratitude for our Savior’s willingness to take the cup of suffering on our behalf, and we gladly offer Him a sacrifice of praise. May our ambition to know Christ be as radical as was Paul’s (Phil. 3:10).

    Happy Thanksgiving to all!

    9:30 PM For what it’s worth: I haven’t been able to run since the Richmond Marathon. I’ve got a case of tendonitis on the top of my left foot. The only cure is rest. This is hard folks, as in I-want-to-bang-my-head-against-the-wall-kind-of-hard. It all started at the finish line. I caved into the cheering crowd and finished the race at a sprint. After all, it was straight downhill at that point. I got exactly what I deserve for being so knuckle-headed. I’ve always said that no experience is without its teaching value. No setback is without a purpose. Today I feel more motivated than ever to listen to my body when I run, especially when peer pressure is telling me to do something that puts me way past my threshold. That doesn’t mean I’ve given up running. The Dallas Marathon is still on my calendar for Dec. 10, and somehow I need to train for it. Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can. That saying pretty much sums up my running life right now. In addition, I have an amazing family who keeps me in line when my whining becomes too obvious or when the pity party gets out of hand. The thing is, I know that runners have hiccups all the time. You try to take precautions against injury. But marathons are unpredictable. They suck the breath right out of you. The road marathon has been likened to a 10K race with a 20-mile warm-up that requires you to run to the very edge of disaster. Don’t get me wrong. I love marathons. These events have given me massive amounts of pleasure and have provided some decent preparation for the climbing I hope to do in the Alps next summer. But this injury has honestly scared me. It scares me to think of what I’m capable of doing to my body (and my fragile ego). I feel remorse for pushing myself too hard at the end of the race. It’s amusing to me, really, how easily we can find our happiness in beating some self-imposed time limit. Arbitrary goals can justify almost anything. Throughout the race I had paced myself well. My quads were feeling no worse for the wear, and my feet were hurting no more than usual. I seriously had no business doing 25 miles at a 13-minute mile pace and the last mile at a 7-minute mile pace. The last mile of a marathon is always the most challenging because you can see the finish line and you sooooo want it to be done. So right now it’s time for me to be a good patient and treat my injury with the respect it deserves. I won’t lie. I don’t like setbacks, especially when they come where you’re facing “life stuff” and other things you can’t control. In reality, running a marathon is a fairly selfish act. You do it in the hope to take something away from the experience. I know I’m not a professional athlete. But running means a lot to me. Races are reminders that we can do really hard things and, by the grace of God, dreams can really come true. I couldn’t be more grateful. God has been so good to me. I’ve had an incredibly satisfying running year in 2017, even if I can’t run in Dallas (to be determined). Every one of us has our own race to run. Sometimes we run outside of our comfort zone. Sometimes we’re sidelined. Sometimes we lose interest in the race. Then we remember what running is all about – what it’s like to do hard things, to push through one more obstacle, to learn again what your body’s and mind’s limits are. Lord willing I hope to do a lot more running next year. For me, there’s no better way to achieve perspective in life. So it’s – forge ahead! Trust the Lord for the results. And remember that everything’s going to be okay because of that little word “hope” and the remembrance of an incredible 2017 when the Savior held me firmly in His hands.

    8:26 PM I can’t believe it’s been a week since I last wrote on this blog but, then again, I can. So let me start by saying: Yes, I still have a blog. Barely.

    As you, my dear readers, well know, I love blogging, so when my blog went down unannounced a week ago, you knew there was a probable explanation. Short version: Just over a week ago I went to update my blog and had copied and pasted a quote from a NT scholar’s Facebook page into my Front Page (yes, I know Front Page is a dinosaur!) then, when I uploaded my blog to my server using FileZilla, I discovered that I had unwittingly copied over from that Facebook page its background (some ugly uncial script) that in turn made my blog completely unreadable, so I tried restoring my website to a previous date, only to find out that I had 16,781 files on my host’s server (they average 1,024 per customer) and we decided I needed to migrate my website to a VPS (virtual private server) in order to avoid a “net violation” blah blah blah. And that’s the short version. Oh the trauma! I feel terrible. How did any of you survive without knowing that I made stir-fry for dinner last night or that I’ve got ants in my kitchen again? What if something monumental happened, like I bench-pressed 125 pounds (please don’t laugh out loud). Blogging is soooooo weird. The internet is driven by one thing: consumerism. And guess what? I’m part of this crazy, wild, unpredictable game. So when I found out that I wouldn’t be able to blog for a whole week I nearly freaked out. Hmm, time to have a good long talk with Jesus, you spose? Blogging, like anything in life, can be addictive. Through the years I’ve convinced myself that my blog is a “ministry” intended to encourage people in their walk with Christ, but to be perfectly honest with you, it’s mostly a personal outlet, a cathartic exercise, a tool that, frankly, horrifies me. If I’m being honest with myself, this is a terrifying cycle. With my genuine needs met by Christ (and only by Him), why do I need a blog? This question burdens me constantly. The trouble is that I’m really good at rationalizing an answer. But on the emotional level, I’m stuck in what psychologists call a “co-dependent” relationship. I mean, seriously, is this a runaway train?

    My life is so much more than the rituals I perform on a daily basis. That includes blogging. In a nutshell, I guess I’d say that my life’s work is training Jesus-followers to, well, follow Jesus. But my mission is so easily clouded by a thousand competing loyalties. In so many ways I’m a good example of the opposite of Jesus’ lifestyle and ministry. Rather than calling the hordes to Himself, He tried to cull out the hangers-on, to thin out the crowd. He ended up with eleven. Codependent? Hardly. Admittedly, I’m not Jesus. (I have a good friend in Spain named Jesus and he’s not Jesus either.) However, I am called to imitate Him. And I fail at this – constantly.

    What will the Spirit do now that I’m (hopefully) blogging again? I have no idea. It’s up to Him. As one of my kids told me the other day, “Dad, you reach a lot more people through your blog than you do in the classroom.” I’m a writer, folks. Always have been, always will be. Can’t help it. I feel productive when I’m journaling or blogging. But God is teaching me that I’m not indispensable. This is a precious truth. Perhaps that’s why He urges us to release, let go, submit, offer, yield. I really want to learn how to do this. Blogging, in and of itself, is so futile. It’s like opening a treasure chest and finding it empty. The fact is, I am an alien. I am an exile on this earth. I realized this before Becky died, but it was only when she passed away that I knew, deep in my heart, that something wasn’t right in my life. We are all pilgrims and strangers in this world. Sure, in our blogs and Facebook pages we look and sound like we’re happy earthlings but that’s only because we’ve perfected the art of setting up smokescreens. We write about all the good stuff going on in our lives – our sweet pets, our near-perfect kids, our new houses – in an attempt to convince everybody that we’re fine, that we “fit,” but we’ve known the whole time that we were created for another world. It takes a bright light to reveal that truth to us. I recall reading The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara and coming across the story of when Gen. James Longstreet lost his children to yellow fever in 1862.

    In the winter the fever had come to Richmond. In a week they were dead. All within a week. He saw the sweet faces: moment of enormous pain. The thing had pushed him out of his mind, insane, but nobody knew it (p. 127).

    “But nobody knew it.”

    Dear reader, I hope always to be honest and transparent with you (hopefully without “over-sharing” or becoming creepy). I’ve always been attracted to blogs that are committed to honesty, that try to weave together moments of real life and biblical truth. There are plenty of good “devotionals” out there. I get them by the bucket loads every day by email. They provide great information, but I usually don’t read them. I really, really care about conversations about life, real life, life that is both beautiful and horrifying, life that is both hopeful and hopeless. I want people to read my blog and go away thinking, “Maybe I’m not so crazy after all.” It’s rebellious, in a way, to choose to act out of that reality, to wear’s one’s weaknesses proudly, shamelessly, day after day. And if, for whatever reason, you’ve stopped believing because of the swirling pain and confusion all around you, I would be so pleased to think that maybe God’s Spirit would lead you in ways you never considered possible because of something you read here. This is the thing: We believe in God because we have to, because we have no one else to turn to, because our brains would explode if we couldn’t entrust ourselves or our families to Him for safekeeping. The thing that keeps me going is living this way of life, always pushing toward something bigger, wider, more beautiful, of telling God’s story and, in so doing, discovering my own.

    Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
    where there is hatred, let me sow love;
    where there is injury, pardon;
    where there is doubt, faith;
    where there is despair, hope;
    where there is darkness, light;
    where there is sadness, joy.

    O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
    to be consoled as to console,
    to be understood as to understand,
    to be loved as to love.
    For it is in giving that we receive,
    it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
    and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
    Amen.

    This is my prayer for us, that we give and receive a holy and merciful God in the midst of what sometimes feels like a raging storm. I’m not an expert on anything, certainly not on living the Christian life, but I’m here to tell you that God makes life worth living, every day, one day at a time, as long as we shall live.

    Wednesday, November 15 

    6:44 PM Here’s a shot from our beginning grammar. It’s from the chapter on demonstrative pronouns, which, as you can see, contains examples from the New Testament.

    The verse from Acts 9 hit me like a ton of bricks. I asked myself, “Who is Luke describing as ‘full of good works’?” The answer, of course, is Dorcas. What a beautiful name. It means Doe or Fawn. Note: Dorcas wasn’t only known for her good “words.” She was known for her good “works.” Which reminds me: One reason I’m sorta tired of sermons is because I’ve heard so many messages but haven’t seen them. Dorcas wasn’t someone who just talked about loving other people. She’s the lady who did it. When we only talk about the Gospel but fail to act on it, were putting ourselves into some pretty dangerous territory.

    The text goes on to to say, “She was sick and died.” Oh my. If that didn’t bring back memories. You see, I knew a woman who wasn’t only full of good words; she was full of good works. Like Dorcas, “She was removed by divine Providence in the midst of her usefulness,” as one commentary puts it. Unlike Mrs. Fawn, however, my Becky wasn’t raised from the dead. Not yet, that is. So I repent today, repent of my self-pity and wallowing in the past. I could spend forever complaining about what transpired 4 years ago. That would be baggage I don’t need. Neither do you, my friend. What could the Spirit do in our lives if we truly trusted “divine Providence”? We all suffer loss. But here’s what we have to willingly give up: security. Relationships, all relationships, are fragile. They will change. If Jesus lived lightly on this earth, so can we. Our response to loss is the key.

    Today, may you and I experience the wondrous feeling of letting it go, one tiny loss at a time. Yieldedness (German: Gelassenheit) relaxes all the spiritual muscles we’ve been clenching for so long.

    P.S. I love the NLT’s rendering of 1 Tim. 2:10: “Women who claim to be devoted to God should make themselves attractive …

    Now here’s the part that might surprise you:

    … by the good things they do.” If that describes your wife, you, sir, are a mightily blessed man.

    6:10 PM Hey guys! Trying to find something interesting to say about my week on campus because it felt so “ordinary” and yet no time spent at school is very ordinary when you have such fantastic students.

    I read and graded a doctoral dissertation (my own student’s). I read and graded a Ph.D. comprehensive exam (my own student’s). I got caught up on my reading, including an essay in this fine book I checked out from our library:

    I was especially intrigued (no telling why!) by an essay written by Bradley Arnold called “The Presence and Function of Athletic Imagery in Philippians 1:27-30.” I also pulled this book off my shelf — the first time since I purchased it in Basel in 1983.

    I reread a piece I had read many years ago. It’s by Ernst Haenchen and titled “Quellenanalyse und Kompositionsanalyse in Act 15.” (By the way: you know you’re getting old when you say “Ernst Haenchen” or “Joachim Jeremias” to students and they give you a strange look.) Right now I’m sitting here day-dreaming about the Dallas marathon. I for one am looking forward to a flat race and seeing how it goes. My main priority right now is just enjoying myself when I race. I’m so “over” PRs. At the end of the day, racing is all about pushing through and not beating yourself up when you do poorly. Right now I’m both mentally and physically tired after last weekend’s race in Richmond. That’s always a sign that it’s time to back off. Dallas will be my last big race of the year and it’s time to see what this old dude has got left in him. So right now it’s forging ahead with training as planned and seeing how events unfold.

    One thing is sure. Summer is most definitely over and done with. I think it was John Steinbeck who said, “What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?” Looking back over 2017, I am pleased with my races. In many ways, running is great therapy. It shows you your strengths, makes you aware of your weaknesses, and gives you the confidence to face the rest of your life with a smile on your face and hope in your heart. Right now my body is, as I said, weak, as is the case whenever you push it beyond its threshold. But I feel thoroughly satisfied with what the Lord allowed me to accomplish this year. No burn out (yet!). Just a sense of humble undeservedness. I love the feel of a race. I love the community. I love the sense of over-the-top commitment that running asks of you. Yes, I’ve needed this sport. Marathons are brutally hard. You can’t just get out and run 26.2 miles without training, even if your only goal is to finish the race standing up. All week I’ve been encouraging my students to persevere in their studies until the end of the semester, which (unbelievably!) is just right around the next bend in the road. I keep thinking of a line from Alice in Wonderland: “Begin at the beginning and go till you come to the end. Then stop.” Thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has tracked me, cheered me on, or shouted my name on the course. As I’ve said a thousand times, I’m so thankful for this journey God has given me and for the passion and ability to get outdoors and be active with my body. It’s even more amazing to think that He’s using me to encourage others to dream big dreams with their lives. Although in some ways 2017 has been a tough year for me emotionally, I have nothing to complain about. I’ve been blessed with strong legs and a healthy heart, blessings I certainly do not deserve nor do I take them for granted. I’m even happy to report that my ugly toenails are doing great. I’m taking a mandatory week off from doing any running at all because there’s much less chance of injury to your body when it rebuilds slowly. That doesn’t mean I can’t cycle though.

    Okay, long enough post so I’ll close for now – with a link to this great YouTube.

     

    I feel sooooo incredibly thankful that I discovered this sport. My cup doth overfloweth. Most of all, I’m overwhelmed by all of your support. Thank you.

    Monday, November 13 

    8:24 AM Odds and sods ….

    1) Greek students, don’t forget to readNerdy Language Majors. (Is Latin really necessary? Should you buy the new Tyndale Greek New Testament? What’s the best book on comparative philology?)

    2) The new Siri on my iPhone map now uses “announcer voice.” TURN left onto White HOUSE road.” Oh my, how we love false inflection these days.

    3) I made some really dumb puns in the final chapters of our Greek 3 textbook. “Up the Greek without a paddle.” “To Koine phrase.” I’m sorry.

    4) This athlete ran the NYC Marathon —backwards. And with a time of 6:06:51. Egads. I barely finished my Richmond race in 6:01. I am telling you, that is ‘mazing! 

    5) Do Nike’s new marathon shoes actually make you run faster?Wired has the answer. (Gah, I know you’re thinking, “Who cares?”)

    7:48 AM One takeaway from Phil. 4:10-23. I don’t see Paul suffering from regret. I don’t see him envying the young. Why would the elderly envy them anyway? They have so much to learn, so many disappointments to face, so many obstacles to overcome. At least, if we’re blessed, we older folk have grown through our struggles. I once knew another man named Paul. He was from Germany. He and his wife emigrated to the U.S. after WWII. For a year they lived under an overturned army vehicle in Schleswig-Holstein. When they finally settled down in Anaheim, CA, Paul became the pastor of a small Lutheran Brethren church there. It was one of the only German-speaking congregations in the area and, since I was teaching myself German, I availed myself of its Sunday morning services. I began meeting weekly with Herr Mittmann for practice in German conversation, and before I left for Basel I had preached in his church several times. He rarely spoke about the past, about the war or about the lack of food or about how they nearly froze to death during the winter of 44-45. One day in 1945 his wife served up a specialty for supper — “bread soup.” Dear Lord. How can people be so content in You? In the Mittmanns I caught a glimpse of the old Puritan work ethic: set your mind on what needs to be done, and don’t complain. The later years of life are times to clear out the junk in our mental attics. It’s time to center on our real priorities and not on our incidentals. When Joseph named his firstborn son “Manasseh,” he said, “For God has made me forget all my hardship” (Gen. 41:51). We need to forget all the wounds of the past. We need to forget the old resentments. We need to forget the bitterness. You say you can’t do this? “God has made me forget.” I can just see the apostle Paul, sitting there in jail, thinking to himself, “God can help me forget what I need to forget.” Folks, we can’t do it on our own. We rightly treasure our past, but those experiences don’t define our existence. Who I am today depends on the spiritual manna that God gives for each day. Like the apostle, we can sing the Lord’s song in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. When Paul says “I am content” he doesn’t mean we should fold our hands and resign ourselves to life. Paul was always “going further.” Sometimes all we have to eat is bread soup. That’s okay. That’s just life. I’m living life in the now, keeping my face forward as I climb the hill of God.

    With that in mind, the next two weeks will be a time of concentrated focus on reading and maybe even some writing. I originally had an international trip planned for the Thanksgiving break but that has been postponed, so I will take this time for a personal retreat, for quiet reflection and meditation. I’ll spend time with my aging parents in Dallas. I’ll ask God to show me ways how I can reach out to others in ministry and make a difference in someone’s life, all the while taking courage from the example of the apostle Paul in Philippians and others like Becky who have gone before us.

    O blessed communion, fellowship divine!/We feebly struggle, they in glory shine.

    The words of that great hymn, For All the Saints.

     

    God of hope and joy, help me to walk by faith and not by sight. Give me courage and grace to be content in life. Help me to be open to Your life-giving Spirit. Help me to make the last years the best years. Amen.

    Sunday, November 12 

    6:44 PM Here’s the passage for Tuesday night’s class. It’s Phil. 4:10-23. I’ve been reading it over and over again.

    Ἐχάρην δὲ ἐν κυρίῳ μεγάλως ὅτι ἤδη ποτὲ ἀνεθάλετε τὸ ὑπὲρ ἐμοῦ φρονεῖν, ἐφ’ ᾧ καὶ ἐφρονεῖτε ἠκαιρεῖσθε δέ.οὐχ ὅτι καθ’ ὑστέρησιν λέγω, ἐγὼ γὰρ ἔμαθον ἐν οἷς εἰμι αὐτάρκης εἶναι·οἶδα καὶ ταπεινοῦσθαι, οἶδα καὶ περισσεύειν· ἐν παντὶ καὶ ἐν πᾶσιν μεμύημαι, καὶ χορτάζεσθαι καὶ πεινᾶν, καὶ περισσεύειν καὶ ὑστερεῖσθαι· πάντα ἰσχύω ἐν τῷ ἐνδυναμοῦντί με. πλὴν καλῶς ἐποιήσατε συγκοινωνήσαντές μου τῇ θλίψει.

    Οἴδατε δὲ καὶ ὑμεῖς, Φιλιππήσιοι, ὅτι ἐν ἀρχῇ τοῦ εὐαγγελίου, ὅτε ἐξῆλθον ἀπὸ Μακεδονίας, οὐδεμία μοι ἐκκλησία ἐκοινώνησεν εἰς λόγον δόσεως καὶ λήμψεως εἰ μὴ ὑμεῖς μόνοι, ὅτι καὶ ἐν Θεσσαλονίκῃ καὶ ἅπαξ καὶ δὶς εἰς τὴν χρείαν μοι ἐπέμψατε. οὐχ ὅτι ἐπιζητῶ τὸ δόμα, ἀλλὰ ἐπιζητῶ τὸν καρπὸν τὸν πλεονάζοντα εἰς λόγον ὑμῶν. ἀπέχω δὲ πάντα καὶ περισσεύω· πεπλήρωμαι δεξάμενος παρὰ Ἐπαφροδίτου τὰ παρ’ ὑμῶν, ὀσμὴν εὐωδίας, θυσίαν δεκτήν, εὐάρεστον τῷ θεῷ.ὁ δὲ θεός μου πληρώσει πᾶσαν χρείαν ὑμῶν κατὰ τὸ πλοῦτος αὐτοῦ ἐν δόξῃ ἐν Χριστῷ Ἰησοῦ.τῷ δὲ θεῷ καὶ πατρὶ ἡμῶν ἡ δόξα εἰς τοὺς αἰῶνας τῶν αἰώνων· ἀμήν.

    Ἀσπάσασθε πάντα ἅγιον ἐν Χριστῷ Ἰησοῦ. ἀσπάζονται ὑμᾶς οἱ σὺν ἐμοὶ ἀδελφοί.ἀσπάζονται ὑμᾶς πάντες οἱ ἅγιοι, μάλιστα δὲ οἱ ἐκ τῆς Καίσαρος οἰκίας. ἡ χάρις τοῦ κυρίου Ἰησοῦ Χριστοῦ μετὰ τοῦ πνεύματος ὑμῶν.

    Bam, right at the end of his letter, Paul cuts to the quick. I have so far to go. The American Dream seems like such a sad substitute for the kind of living Paul describes here. This is the church Jesus was willing to die for, a church that would die to power, accumulation, greed, self-preservation. A church that would live for brotherhood, kindness, generosity. I ask myself, “What are you missing, Dave?” I squander so much of the Lord’s resources. Today, Nov. 12, is “National Pizza with the Works Except Anchovies Day.” (I kid you not. Google it.) Ouch. I’m neck deep in prosperity, and so are you. Is it really possible to purchase fewer things, cheaper things? Why don’t we take care of the poor as much as we take of our own bodies? I, for one, don’t see Paul as someone who’s always gobbling up the goodies. He wasn’t a killjoy either, of course. But “being content” is so, well, un-American. Spending our money unnecessarily is just plain fun. Believe me, I’m still addicted to abundance. Watching the beggars in Richmond stirred me. I gave without even questioning. Evidently, Jesus said “Give to everyone who asks you” for a reason. God, now give me the courage to be as generous with myself. Allow me to give myself the best gift of all: the ability to act boldly in Your service.

    For most American Christians, Phil. 4:10-23 will sound like it was written by a space alien. Paul’s not lecturing us, however. Jesus has already said all that needs to be said. Our job is simply to live it.

    3:54 PM I’ve discovered that there are many reasons to run. The finish line is only one of them. I started running because I thought the sport could help ease the pain of living. Now I run mostly for health and fitness. Many of us come to running because we’ve experienced a loss in our lives. Running just seems to make the loss a little more bearable. Yesterday in Richmond I can’t tell you how many times I saw photos of someone’s loved one pinned onto the back of their race jersey. “Now why didn’t I think of that?” I mused. Each of us can find the act of running a meaningful gesture in our lives. In Dallas in exactly one month I’ll get to stand at the starting line again. The course is pretty typical but has the unique feature of taking you around White Rock Lake.

    Like other races, the Dallas Marathon will feature a host of elite runners who have a real chance of winning the race that day. They’ll be at the front of the pack on race day. Then there are runners from the local area who are pretty fast and who’ll try to earn a PR. Standing around will also be runners like me — people who are, generally speaking, running not to compete in the race but simply to complete it, people who have come to Dallas because it was a convenient race for them to run that weekend, or because they had business in the Big D and decided to kill two birds with the same stone, or because they’re trying to complete the 50-state marathon challenge. I’m the guy who’ll be there for sentimental reasons. You see, I’m the 24-year old who flew from Los Angeles to Dallas in the summer of 1976 to propose to a pretty young lady.

    She said “Yes” on the shores of White Rock Lake, and I know the exact spot along the course where that proposal took place.

    I honestly don’t know what will happen when I get to that spot. Will I stop and weep? Will I smile and laugh? After all, in 1976 we were both so young and naive. Back then, all traffic lights were green. The sky was the limit. The young surfer from Hawaii was about to begin his teaching career in California and she said yes to becoming his lifelong partner. Now if that wasn’t a miracle of God.

    If I do stop running, I doubt if anyone will notice. Each runner is pursuing their own tangible “finish” — to something. It’s hard to imagine, as I look in the mirror of life, that Becky and I were married 41 years ago. As I continue to race, I realize that every person on the course has had to conquer something in their past that might have kept them from running. Sooner or later I’ll no longer be able to run, so I want to enjoy my races for as long as I can. The look of determination on our faces must tell you something. We are running because of memories, past memories for sure, but also to build new memories. My memories are the ones I’m creating today.

    I don’t know if any of you will be participating in the Dallas Marathon on Dec. 10. But if you do run and see a guy with a sign on his back (“In Loving Memory of My Wife of 37 Years”) stopped beside White Rock Lake crying his heart out, please don’t call the medical staff. He’s okay. He’s just remembering, and giving thanks.

    9:06 AM Howdy, folks! Had a wonderful time in Richmond. If you think you can’t run a marathon, remember that there are people 20 years older than you running in their umpteenth marathon race. “Good grief” probably isn’t the most appropriate term to use right now, but being stubborn does have its advantages. A few pix:

    1) My hotel in downtown Richmond (the “Omni”).

    2) The view from my 14th story room (with the white capitol building dwarfed in the center of the picture).

    3) Over 7,000 runners participated in the marathon. Still others ran either a 8K or a half marathon. Here’s my view from the starting line.

    4) Crossing the bridge to the south side of the James.

    5) About to make the turn onto the James River Greenway.

    6) The vistas there were beautiful.

    7) Crossing back into Richmond. 

    8) The last 3 miles were a nice downhill stretch. Let me tell you, when you hear the cheering from the finish line, you can’t help but pick up your pace.

    9) Marathon #5 is now in the books.

    10) I’m pleased with my overall results.

    By mile 20 my legs were stiff and sore. It’s sorta odd, but I kept saying to myself, “Lord, why am I doing this?” and then in the next breath, “Lord, thank You for letting me do this. It’s so much fun!” Running is paradoxical in that way. I pushed hard all the way to the finish. There was nothing particularly difficult about this race. Yet I struggled to finish it, as I do with all of my marathons. They’re not easy, that’s for sure. I suppose that’s why people do them. I’m definitely going back next year! 

    Friday, November 10 

    7:46 AM Yesterday was quite a day. It was all Doug Bookman’s fault. It was he who invited me to speak to his NT students at Shepherd’s Theological Seminary in Cary. “Go wherever you like in your talk,” he told me, though I knew he really wanted to speak about “errors” in Markan diction, which I did. (There are none, by the way.)

    Let me sum it up: Reading the church fathers really messed me up. I can no longer hold to Markan priority because then I’d have to shelve the patristic testimony. Sorry for the brief summation (but my book Why Four Gospels? will walk you through the thrilling account of God inspiring our four Gospel accounts of the life of Christ). Before you speak for two hours it’s always a good idea to get some grub, and Aseb and Eden at theAwazé restaurant in Cary were only too happy to oblige.

    I got kai wat again (I’m stuck in a rut), topped off by some Ethiopian popcorn and a milk/coffee/sugar combo. Delicious. I really love food and take every opportunity I can to enjoy the benefits of exercise. I’m not sure whether my talk last night changed anybody’s mind. Hopefully it will at least start the engine. So thanks to Doug (right) and Andy (who also teaches New Testament there) for being such gracious hosts.

    This was I think my third or fourth visit to STS and I had so much fun it was downright embarrassing. So with that I begin my weekend adventures, culminating in tomorrow’s slug fest. I’ll be dealing with really cold weather, so I tucked away in my suitcase my high altitude climbing gloves. Can I also run with a bottle of hot chocolate? We’ll see.

    Thursday, November 9 

    10:25 AM I am so ready for Saturday’s race. Thankfully, they’re calling for partly sunny skies. The bad news is that the temperature at starting time will be about 24 degrees.

    Knowing what to wear on cold days will always be a struggle for me. I get anxious about running and not being able to stay warm. I think for this race I’ll definitely wear one of my ski caps and a parka to protect myself against the wind when we run over the James River bridges. Even after all these years of running (three, to be exact), races still intimidate me. Mostly because I’m not super fast, but also because I’m still such a newbie at this whole sport. I’m not proud to admit it, but I’m pretty much a wimp when it comes to suffering, especially knowing that you could be at home in your warm slippers. That said, it feels undeniably good to stand there at the starting line waiting for the horn to sound, knowing that your former self would definitely not have chosen to be there on race day. Then, after the race starts, you are amazed at the willpower of your fellow sufferers: people in wheel chairs, people who have a prosthesis, people who are blind and running with a guide. How can they do that? Instead of having a pity party (“Why me?”), they ask, “Okay, so I’ve got issues. What new possibilities can I strive for?” That’s the great thing about racing. For this one race, for this one time, we can scream our hearts out and encourage each other. We’re not only cheering for others but for ourselves. If that doesn’t fire you up, your wood’s all wet. Some of you need to stop “adulting” all the time. You need to try something new and jump in without knowing or worrying about the how part later. Running is like a caramel macchiato at Starbucks. It’ll keep you coming back for more, and more.

    Wanna try it?

    9:50 AM So here’s the last verse of Philippians. 

    The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen.

    This verse is safely bubble wrapped in our English versions. But the word “spirit” is singular while the word “your” is plural. Sure enough, the final word is one of unity in a book that is all about unity in the cause of the Good News. For the love of pronouns! What a great truth. Remember, I’m a guy who reads Greek when I get up and then runs off to feed hay to the animals, all the while pondering what he just read (and preparing his next blog post). Our unity is caused by the Spirit. Hence it’s something not to be attained but maintained. We just have to embrace it. Love is called the bond that unites us despite all of our differences (Col. 3:14). Ours is the initiative, church!

    7:18 AM As I mentioned yesterday, Noah Kelley has produced a slide show on Greek verbal aspect. Gohere and scroll down to access it. Here’s just one screen shot of Noah’s excellent presentation.

    Yeah, we all know that verbal aspect is all the fad these days. So we need to ask, “How has this theory influenced the writing of New Testament commentaries, if at all?” It’s just here that Noah’s slide show makes a unique contribution to the discussion. He has carefully examined a recent commentary on 1 Corinthians and found its use of verbal aspect theory to be both satisfying and (in some ways) lacking.

    Today I’m uptohere with errands. So evidently, the blog will suffer. I hope to be back atcha later with some comments on the closing verses of Philippians. As a matter of fact, Paul’s “thankless thanks” might well be the most relevant passage in the letter when it comes to the question of missionary support. And then there’s the closing salutation. Brilliant.

    It’s raining today but the skies should be clearing for this weekend’s race. Well, I’d probably run it in the rain anyway.

    Later.

    Wednesday, November 8 

    6:20 PM So I’m finally back home again. My stars, but this has been a busy week. Humor me: What if you discovered a gorgeous pattern of commands in Rom. 12? You’d produce aPower Point on it, right? That’s me. When I see a need, I go for it. My study was based on a wonderful essay by Neva Miller that appeared in a book I edited many moons ago.

    The book resulted from a 2-week conference at SIL’s headquarters in Dallas where we brought together field translators, Ph.Ds. in linguistics, and Greek profs from all around the world. What a great time we all had. Neva saw fertile soil in Rom. 12 and decided to plant and harvest. Here’s the upshot of her essay. She noted how Paul used the imperative mood for some of his commands (as you would expect), but he also used adjectives, participles, and even infinitives imperativally. The way he “mitigates” (softens) his commands is a lesson in tact. I’ve tried to bring this out in the following translation. Note: Adjectives are in green; participles are in blue; infinitives are in yellow;  and straight-up imperatives are in red.

    Watcha think?

    Tomorrow I have another speaking engagement before heading off for the Richmond marathon this weekend. I’ll be returning to the Shepherd’s Seminary. There is something so marvelous about the idea of academic cross-fertilization. We too have visiting faculty on our campus all the time. It’s a brilliant way to expose our students to scholars they normally don’t get to hear. Not only that, but I get to speak on one of my favorite topics again, the synoptic problem. It will be awesome. (A quick insert: The students were required to read Why Four Gospels? so they pretty well know what I’m going to say.)

    Rewind to last night. First, our Greek 3 class divided into two groups to translate participles (led by Tyler) …

    … and infinitives (led by Taman).

    Then Andrew walked us through the text of Phil. 4:1-9.

    Ahem. This means no more needless worrying. No more always asserting my own rights. Severely limiting the time I don’t pray. Having a “let’s work together” perspective on the Great Commission. Who wouldn’t want to live this way? Next, Noah (my able assistant and Ph.D. student) spoke to the class about the current conundrum called verbal aspect.

    Why, we don’t even agree on the number of aspects let alone what to call them. Newsflash: I think somebody needs to hold a major conference on Greek linguistics on their campus, don’t you? On the positive side, today I took my NT 2 class through Heb. 6:4-6, the infamous “warning passage” that everyone obsesses over. Never has a text been more hotly debated. It’s so easy to overlook the shift from the 5 aorist tense participles to the 2 present tense participles. For those who have both personally and publically repudiated Christ, there’s hope as long as they don’t persist in their behavior. (Peter denied Christ, remember? But he went out and wept bitterly.)

    We’re learning so much.

    Oh, I got a copy of the Tyndale House Greek New Testament in the mail this week. Many thanks to the editors for their kindness.

    This tome claims to be a revision of Tregelles’ Greek New Testament, which “has been undeservedly ignored ….” (p. 505). Primacy of place seems to have been given to Greek witnesses that predate the fifth century. With no small amount of disappointment I noted that they placed Hebrews at the end of the Pauline corpus. As if to anticipate criticism in this regard, the editors note (p. 512):

    While the internal sequence of the Gospels and of the Catholic Epistles follows the best attested order, within the Pauline corpus matters are more complex and there would be considerable justification for placing Hebrews between 2 Thessalonians and 1 Timothy.

    I’ll say! I went online and reread William Hatch’s classic essay “The Position of Hebrews in the Canon of the New Testament.” This essay appeared in the Harvard Theological Review way back in 1936, when a loaf of bread cost a mere 8 cents. Hatch reminded me that a very strong case can be made for placing Hebrews after 2 Thessalonians (that is, after the Pauline epistles that were addressed to churches) rather than after Philemon (that is, at the end of the Pauline corpus). Hatch discusses in detail the custom of placing Hebrews after Philemon, a custom he says was followed by Mills (1707), Wettstein (1751-1752), and Griesbach (1805). Why? “[T]hey were interested in collecting variant readings and editing the text rather than in the order of the books of the New Testament. In this matter they simply followed the tradition which had prevailed since the time of the earliest printed editions of the Greek text” (p. 150). Hatch goes on to note something of great importance, namely that Lachmann (1831) abandoned this established custom and instead followed the earliest Alexandrian uncials in placing Hebrews after Paul’s church letters and before 1 Timothy. Lachmann’s example was followed by Westcott and Hort (1881), Tischendorf (1869-1872), B. Weiss (1894-1900), von Soden (1902-1913), and even Tregelles himself (1857-1872). So for now I’ll continue to peruse this new edition of the Greek text as time allows and hope for a more detailed explanation from the editors as to why they departed from excellent precedence!

    Finally, having thrown myself back into the marathon arena, I thought I’d read this book by world class runner and CRO (Chief Running Officer) of Runner’s World magazine, Bart Yasso, who, by the way, will be book signing this weekend in Richmond.

    He even talks about the “Antarctica Marathon” in the book. Now that’s a thought. As for me and my house, we will not be afraid to do crazy things!

    Monday, November 6 

    7:12 AM This is the beautiful passage we’re looking at this week in Greek 3. It’s Phil. 4:1-9.

    Ὥστε, ἀδελφοί μου ἀγαπητοὶ καὶ ἐπιπόθητοι, χαρὰ καὶ στέφανός μου, οὕτως στήκετε ἐν κυρίῳ, ἀγαπητοί.Εὐοδίαν παρακαλῶ καὶ Συντύχην παρακαλῶ τὸ αὐτὸ φρονεῖν ἐν κυρίῳ. ναὶ ἐρωτῶ καὶ σέ, γνήσιε σύζυγε, συλλαμβάνου αὐταῖς, αἵτινες ἐν τῷ εὐαγγελίῳ συνήθλησάν μοι μετὰ καὶ Κλήμεντος καὶ τῶν λοιπῶν συνεργῶν μου, ὧν τὰ ὀνόματα ἐν βίβλῳ ζωῆς.

    Χαίρετε ἐν κυρίῳ πάντοτε· πάλιν ἐρῶ, χαίρετε.

    τὸ ἐπιεικὲς ὑμῶν γνωσθήτω πᾶσιν ἀνθρώποις. ὁ κύριος ἐγγύς.

    μηδὲν μεριμνᾶτε, ἀλλ’ ἐν παντὶ τῇ προσευχῇ καὶ τῇ δεήσει μετὰ εὐχαριστίας τὰ αἰτήματα ὑμῶν γνωριζέσθω πρὸς τὸν θεόν.καὶ ἡ εἰρήνη τοῦ θεοῦ ἡ ὑπερέχουσα πάντα νοῦν φρουρήσει τὰς καρδίας ὑμῶν καὶ τὰ νοήματα ὑμῶν ἐν Χριστῷ Ἰησοῦ.

    Τὸ λοιπόν, ἀδελφοί, ὅσα ἐστὶν ἀληθῆ, ὅσα σεμνά, ὅσα δίκαια, ὅσα ἁγνά, ὅσα προσφιλῆ, ὅσα εὔφημα, εἴ τις ἀρετὴ καὶ εἴ τις ἔπαινος, ταῦτα λογίζεσθε·ἃ καὶ ἐμάθετε καὶ παρελάβετε καὶ ἠκούσατε καὶ εἴδετε ἐν ἐμοί, ταῦτα πράσσετε· καὶ ὁ θεὸς τῆς εἰρήνης ἔσται μεθ’ ὑμῶν.

    This is why, on groggy mornings, often my first thought is, “Come, Lord Jesus.” For 2,000 years He’s been preparing a place for us, and His return is something He promised during His final days on earth. “The Lord is near” has two senses, I reckon. He’s nearby spacially to help us in our daily battle with pride and lust and greed and laziness and jealousy and other nagging habits. And He’s nearby temporally because any day now we’ll be hearing the trumpet blow. I wonder what that will sound like. When anybody drives into the farm, the donkeys bray. They are the best watch dogs. No one can make a “surprise” visit” to Rosewood. But in the Bible, Christ’s return is described like a thief who comes at night. And it will be quick — as fast as the blink of an eye. Sometimes, when I’m writing or teaching, I imagine all of it going up in smoke as wood, hay, and stubble. Who knows if my work or any part of it will count for eternity? The Day will reveal it. Every day matters. The Gospel Commission is big, important work. What else is there to do? Euodia and Syntyche must be of the same mind in the Lord so that can continue to work side by side for the sake of the Good News. This is my prayer nowadays: Dear God, thank You, thank You, thank You for making me a Great Commission Christian. And dear God, please, please, please make me more of one. Right now I’m planning the first of 3 international trips to help the suffering church. I’m grateful that at the age of 65 I’m still able to travel. My body might not look like much on the outside, but I would absolutely like to keep it busy until the Lord returns. Today, life feels a like a rare gift. I feel like I’ve been ground to dust and God is putting me back together again. I start to get tiny glimpses of what heaven must look like. I can feel the candle in my fragile soul getting brighter. Thank God. I don’t want to waste my life. Every day counts — every conversation, every class I teach, every student I counsel, every meal, every meeting. That “thing” I’ve been waiting for is already here. It’s in the person of Jesus. Wear me out, Lord. Use me up. Let me be busy until You return.

    Friend, may your life this day explode with His energy and grace. May you know unity, joy, and peace, as Paul wishes for the Philippians in this passage. For with pain comes great hope.

    6:24 AM Congratulations, Shalane Flanagan!

    6:20 AM I know that yesterday I was only supposed to set the clock back 1 hour and not 20 years. But yesterday, when I read Jonathan Aigner’s piece3 Reasons Contemporary Worship IS Declining and What We Can Do to Help the Church Move On, I was reminded of the music that I love to listen to these days, music that was “contemporary” 20 years ago but today is so “passé.” What I like about the Maranatha Singers is their vocalism, musicality, and depth. See if you don’t agree. Wouldn’t mind singing these “old” songs again sometime.

     

    Sunday, November 5 

    7:18 PM Today I ran the City of Oaks Marathon in Raleigh, NC. This was my fourth marathon in 7 months. I hadn’t planned on this event but as I was Googling possible 5Ks for Saturday morning, I noticed that this annual marathon was being run this weekend. Since online registration had already closed, I drove into Raleigh yesterday to see if I could still get a race number and, sure enough, I did. I left the house this morning at 4:00 am in order to have my ritual breakfast at Denny’s — two cups of their delicious coffee along with two scrumptious pancakes. Then I drove to Raleigh and parked in Cameron Village for the short walk to the bell tower on the campus of North Carolina State University. This was a smallish event. Most people were running either the 5K or the 10K. Fewer were running the half marathon and still fewer the full marathon. I was SO pumped up for this race. Then we were off like a herd of turtles. The course took us through the heart of the downtown area, where we were treated to views of several historic buildings. Each aid station had Gatorade and water, but at mile 13 the key word was nutrition. Never did cookies and bananas taste so good. The last three miles were all uphill and pretty taxing, but eventually you made your way to the finish line. This wasn’t my best marathon in terms of timing but it also wasn’t my worst. Running is kinda like winning an Oscar. You get a really cool medal, and for the rest of your life you can say you’re a marathoner. The key for me today was staying hydrated. The weather also helped — a perfect 52 degrees with overcast skies. Running is a lot like learning a foreign language such as Greek. No one can run a single step for you. Most long-distance athletes are not born, they’re made. I think that’s true of language learners as well. Only you can put in the miles — or memorize the vocabulary. I enjoyed today’s race immensely. I enjoyed it because it was extremely challenging to me — both physically and mentally. In fact, the last 6 miles were a pure mental struggle. You have to will you legs to keep moving or else they will stop. But as soon as I crossed the finish line I felt rewarded for the hard work I put into the race today. I wish everyone could experience what it’s like. You don’t have to be a professional athlete to accomplish great things with your body. Your biggest danger is not the course or the distance. Your biggest danger will be your unwillingness to accept the challenge. But you can’t finish what you don’t start. And when you do start something, it’s always a good idea to finish it if that’s possible. To be honest, my legs were trashed long before mile 20. I had two choices: cave in, or keep running. The first option was certainly the easier of the two. But, like you, I have to live with myself. What voice do you hear in your head? Or better, what voice in your head do you listen to? Each race becomes its own reward. I liked today’s race because I was challenged to the max in every way. I pleaded with the Lord to grant me enough strength to finish, and He came through. Sometimes the things that challenge us the most define us. The surprising thing is that at my age I’m still taking on new challenges. Running has changed me from my own worst critic to my own best fan. Running is one of the best places to discover the best of yourself, and the best of others.

    A few pix:

    1) My runner’s breakfast.

    2) The NC State campus at dawn.

    3) The anticipation builds for the 7:00 start.

    4) Ready or not!

    5) The gun sounds.

    6) The State Capitol in the heart of the city.

    6) One of Raleigh’s most famous colleges.

    7) Food spells happiness.

    8) Finally, the finish line.

    9) I’m pleased with my average pace.

    10) Swag city!

    Next weekend, Lord willing: The Richmond Marathon.

    Saturday, November 4 

    9:15 AM Morning, one and all! So we’ve arrived at the final chapter of Philippians, and boy does Paul start with a bang. I’ve often said that the theme of Philippians has nothing to do with joy, except as joy is a byproduct of living for the sake of others and serving them as Christ would have served them (with towel and basin ministries). (Note: I don’t use language like “live for the sake of the Gospel” any more because that phrase is meaningless. Living for the Gospel means living a Gospel-formed lifestyle of selflessness and self-sacrifice with Jesus’-like humility.) That said, Paul does speak about joy here, not once, but twice, as if to emphasize in his conclusion that joy is always and only found in union with the Lord and in advancing His cause. “Rejoice in what the Lord is doing in your lives and not in what you may have so proudly accomplished” might be a way of paraphrasing Paul’s thought here. My book Godworld is about the emerging generation of younger evangelicals and how and why their vision of church and ministry will differ from that of their parents. They are becoming more and more convinced that what needs changing is not the faith itself but the wineskins in which the church is communicated. They are no less “people of the book” than my generation is, but they are moved toward a more pragmatic interpretation of Christianity than many of us are. For them, intellectualism no longer defines evangelicalism. They seek to become the most socially active Christian community in the world. Their bywords are “real,” “genuine,” “relational,” rather than “big,” “entertaining,” “flashy.” They are committed to racial justice and to the plight of the poor. They reject the individualism and me-ism of their forefathers. This shift among younger evangelicals might well be summarized by what Paul writes in Phil. 2:1-11. It’s a shift from beating our breasts about all of our successes to being in touch with God and in community with others. I’ve seen this, up close and personal, in my classes. In fact, in my NT 2 class, the final assignment this semester is not an exam but what I’m calling “towel and basin ministries,” where each student realizes that truth is not so much understood but loved and lived. One student is serving a widower in his church by washing his windows. Another is staying home one night a week with the kids while his wife goes out and has some personal time. I’ve made this distinction between thinkers and practitioners intentional in this class. I want my students to see that the so-called “academic” disciplines are no less practical than their “pastoral ministry” courses. When I was in school, “New Testament” was seen as an academic discipline. In the postmodern world of the younger evangelicals, practical theology is seen as the natural concomitant of Bible study.This shift isn’t happening overnight. But I’m finding that it’s there waiting for us in the most unexpected places, like in the seminary classroom. In an evangelical subculture wracked by loneliness and ravaged by superstardomism, this is no small movement.

    On another note, I successfully negotiated the “big anniversary.” God has been so good to me. Life keeps getting a little bit easier and easier, and I tend not to cry as often. Thankfully, blessedly, this anniversary feels different from past ones. Four years ago I was adrift in a sea of grief and loneliness. I didn’t know who I was or any other way of doing life. I’m now one of those people who keeps surprising his relatives with his latest hobby. I’m trying to set a good example for the next generation of young men who are watching me closely. No games. No fairy tales. No play acting. Just life. Real life. The clichés are gone. I’m emerging into life after death.

    Make it a great weekend.

    Dave

    Friday, November 3 

    7:02 PM “Work, for the night is coming.” 

    1:48 PM The highest I’ve climbed so far is 14,600 feet. If I’m going to summit Mont Blanc next summer, I’ll need to get my climbing legs back into shape. Mont Blanc is the highest peak in the Alps at 15,744 feet. Today I topped out at a whopping (!) 3,862 feet. The elevation change was a mere 1,340 feet. But the views from Sharp Top were amazing. I took tons of pics but I’ll only bore you with a couple.

    1) The trail head.

    2) The climb is pretty strenuous.

    3) My goal was to summit in under an hour.

    4) An empty cabin near the summit. A former concession stand?

    5) Abbott Lake from Sharp Top.

    6) My sixth summit of Sharp Top. That’s Flat Top in the background.

    7) Like a kid, I just had to scramble up to the highest point. A visitor from Shanghai (of all places) snapped these photos.

    8) Had Mexican in Bedford afterwards and gave my server a copy of Becky’s book in Spanish. I love doing that.

     

    Right now I need to rest up. More baling this afternoon.

    6:04 AM High fives all around during last night’s dinner celebration.

    Our family is learning to go above and beyond our loss. I felt overwhelmed at the outpouring of their love and affection. Thank God for family — and for books that speak truth and comfort to those who need it most, like Markus Barth’s magisterial commentary on Ephesians, which I was perusing at 5:00 this morning. The section called “Husband and Wife” is titled, simply, “Love Her! Love Her!”

    He is not only permitted but told to love his wife for her own sake. If he loved her ultimately only for Christ’s sake or the offspring’s sake, or out of compassion, of with calculation in mind, he would not truly love her (p. 704).

    I have experienced marriage at its best, and its worst — as have some of you. Today, it has become my calling to serve the believing community as an interpreter of my experience as a widower. It isn’t something I would have chosen for myself. I’ve told people many times that the only way to learn from loss is to love even more deeply than ever before. Even while we are married we need to begin releasing our loved one. Love means acceptance — that we are getting older, that we will fall ill, that some day one of us will pass on to glory. Love means acceptance, not mere capitulation. Change is a sacrament. It is a visible sign that our invisible God is at work in our lives. That is a wonderfully comforting concept to me. Becky’s death did not take Him by surprise. Oh, did I mention that He also had a good purpose in it, as He does in all things? Hardship is indispensable to holiness. Hence to marry is to be vulnerable. It’s either that or play it “safe.” 41 years ago, Becky and I opened ourselves to the power of pain when we said our “I dos.” We surrendered our rights to the Master, and we accepted the hand each of us was eventually dealt. When Simeon said to Mary, “A sword shall pierce your own soul,” he knew what many newlyweds don’t know simply because they can’t know it at that stage in their relationship: Life, in all cases, means pain. No doubt I’m still learning that lesson. But celebrations like last night’s ease the burden. No one has contributed more to my healing than my family. To each I say, “Thank you.” It’s a rare and wonderful thing to have this large of a support group. I will feel their love for the rest of my life.

    Thursday, November 2 

    1:34 PM Just back from a training run.

    Can’t believe how gorgeous it is today. Can you imagine: it’s November and 78 degrees outdoors?

    Time to get some studying done. 

    9:12 AM The latest issue of Christianity Today has a piece calledWhy Critics Are Wrong to Scold Evangelicals for Historical Rootlessness. It’s left its mark on my thinking. Why, just this past week in class we talked about the need to study early church history as part of our task as exegetes of the New Testament. One example: The early church celebrated the Lord’s Supper weekly, as a full meal. Does your church do that? Does mine? Writes the author of this essay:

    By emphasizing the principle of authority, Stewart makes a key point that the church should resist engaging in a “simple imitation of the practices of an earlier time.” Take, for instance, the question of how frequently we should celebrate the Lord’s Supper. Unlike most evangelical churches today, the early church did so every week. But for Stewart, “the early church’s Communion practices had been seriously compromised by the transformation of the church begun in Constantine’s time,” during the fourth century.

    In other words, a loss of gospel centrality resulted in disregard for the Lord’s Supper and a corresponding decrease in the frequency of its celebration in the church. Accordingly, as churches become more gospel-centered and develop a greater appetite for Christ, they are under no obligation to administer this sacrament as infrequently as the post-Constantinian church prescribed.

    Read that again:

    … a loss of gospel centrality resulted in disregard for the Lord’s Supper and a corresponding decrease in the frequency of its celebration in the church.

    The Lord’s Supper is central to God’s magnificence. It’s a key to help prevent the pulpit-centricity that sometimes plagues our evangelical churches. In my book Seven Marks of a New Testament Church, I called my chapter on the Lord’s Supper “Christ-Centered Gatherings.” Friends, look over that quote again. Why is this so hard for us to see? On the journey of discipleship, the first step is biblical knowledge. Then comes the more difficult step: obedience. How convinced are you that a quarterly observance of the Lord’s Supper as an addendum to the “preaching service” is really biblical or healthy?

    This essay was a great read. It’s a call for evangelicals to go, grow, move. We simply can’t be satisfied with the status quo any more.

    8:44 AM Four years ago today I began my path of loneliness. But with the grace of God and the passage of time (“Time heals all wounds,” said the ancient Greeks), I’ve become used to this new world in which I live. When Becky and I got married in 1976, marriage was an uncharted course for us. No less uncharted is widowerhood. Obedience in the face of loss is part of love’s burden. It’s a burden I’m learning to gladly share. I miss Becky. The house in which we lived together seems empty and cold. I am learning daily to make the sacrifice of surrender. It’s heartening to know that others bear the same cross. Their emails prove it. When you’re feeling weak and vulnerable, it’s time to put your faith on the line. What flower may blossom from this thicket of thorns?

    To commemorate Becky’s homegoing this week we’ll be meeting as a family for dinner. There’s something so special about grandchildren. Their antics are hilarious, their laughter contagious. When Naomi held little Obed in her arms, the knowledge of continuity must have renewed her soul. Then I think I’ll head up into the mountains, where I always feel God’s presence. Climbing seems to help me conquer my personal Everests. After all, hasn’t the Creator given me the greatest gift of all — Himself? The more I focus on the bigness of God, the smaller my fears become. Meanwhile, I sat on my porch this morning and meditated on the words of Phil. 4:1-9, the passage we’ll be studying in Greek 3 next week. I know it sounds cheesy, but I found myself paraphrasing the text with Becky in mind. Please don’t think this sacrilegious, but here goes:

    So then, Becky, how dear you are to me and how I miss you! How happy you made me, and how proud I am of you! Like Euodia and Syntyche, we worked side by side to spread the Good News. Now that you have gained your heavenly reward, I am determined to live a joyful life. Again I will say it: I will rejoice! With God’s help, I will show a gentle spirit toward everyone. After all, the Lord is coming soon. Even though I’m a worrier, I’ll try not to be too anxious about things but instead, in all my prayers, ask God for what I need, always asking Him with a thankful heart. And God’s peace, which is far beyond my limited human understanding, will keep my heart and mind safe in union with Christ Jesus. As our family thinks about you this day, our minds are filled with happy thoughts — things that are good and praiseworthy, things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and honorable. I promise you, honey, we will try our best to follow your example, to put into practice what we learned and received from you, from both your words and your actions. And the God who gives us peace will be with us all.

    No one is more grateful than me for the life and testimony of Becky Lynn Lapsley Black. Where would I have been had it not been for her? Years have now passed since that fateful night of Nov. 2, 2013. A very dark night it was. But would I be the man I am today had it not happened? Today, then, is a milestone. It’s a place to look back from where I came, and it’s a place to look forward to where I’m going. How many more birthdays? How many more mountains? How many more races? How many more tragedies? I’m not the least bit bashful to tell you I can get a bit anxious about the future. But when I remember that life is Christ and death is gain, I can’t be sorry for what has transpired in my life to this point. I’m reconciled to Becky’s death — and to God’s wonderful plan for my future. It’s like climbing to the Hornli Hut on the Matterhorn. The trail is never straight. You meander hither and thither. Still, the hut never escapes your view. But you get there only by following the torturous curves and slopes. I’ve found music to be incredibly healing during this time. That’s why I’m looking forward to returning to Duke Chapel on Sunday. In honor of All Saint’s Sunday, the Duke Evensong Singers will be performing Maurice Duruflé’s Requiem Opus 9. I find myself inexplicably drawn to such music. If it turns out like I expect, it will be a time when I’m reminded in word and music that we “do not grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope.” A requiem is a celebration, a visible sign of those glorious invisible realties that we believe with all our hearts.

    I want to thank all of you for your emails and texts. One email I received today said, “I remember Becky today and thank God for her life and influence for Christ. You are on my mind and prayers today.” This is deep theology. The writer sees in Becky’s death winter grace. Loving God, please give me Your grace to do the same.

    Grateful for your friendship on this day,

    Dave

    Wednesday, November 1 

    8:48 PM I’m now back on the farm, having taught my classes and attended my meetings and did my doings. Here on the farm I’ve finished my chores and have had supper so I thought I’d spend some time with you all. I hoped to meet God on campus this week, and He did not disappoint. I felt the first sign of regeneration when I went to my office on Monday morning and noticed (again) just how beautiful our campus is. Fall has exploded in all kinds of colored foliage. The leaves are putting themselves to bed until their rebirth in the spring. But my special treasure was my copy of Hawthorne’s commentary on Philippians, which reminded me that the goal of the race called sanctification is not merely intimacy with Christ but participation in His resurrection-power via the only means possible: fellowshipping with His sufferings. Yes, thank God, I would have guidance coming back to school. I fell to my knees, first giving thanks, then laughing out loud. No surprise there. When you think about it, it’s the stuff of comedy: Me, a complete Doofus without Becky, and yet a widower for 4 long years, and years and years still to go if the Lord tarries, a tiny blip on the oscilloscope of time. “I know I can do this,” I told myself, “but first you’ll have to stop playing God.” In other words: always speak the truth about how you’re doing, even if your name is on the cover of the textbooks the students are using. The holy practice of laughing at ourselves is the road to serenity. My anxiety ceased. Sure, some days still seem black with despair. Others seem almost heavenly. You simply keep coming up for air. Recovering from loss requires going out into the real world over and over again. Your actions can be large or small as long as you move. My comeback has been a long and happy period, including climbing some pretty tall mountains — “That was huge!” — and getting into this happy hobby called running, often for worthy causes. My natural gift for helping others now has a creativenew outlet. It is all wonderfully healing. Mine is a Kafkaesque world. Blogging is much more than a cathartic exercise. It means writing the next chapter in my “play.” The Cancer Wars are over, but the memory of its victim are still real and vivid — she who gave me 37 wonderful years of marriage, with scars, of course. Remember this, Dave: You are not responsible for the attitude of anyone but yourself. When the waves swell and become overpowering (as they will tomorrow), let God take charge. For me, running a marathon becomes a powerful metaphor. It grows my understanding of the physical, emotional, spiritual, and psychological demands one needs to make it through life. I have so much to learn, not only to become a fearless advocate for cancer research but also to take good care of my loved ones at the same time. Every widower feels more or less the same way. When your expertly balanced world is turned upside down, you build a solid friendship network with people you love and trust. You become busy making your new life happen. Doing for others becomes your transport to joy. You engineer your return to life and a new dream for yourself. Jesus was right: Those who come to Him find rest. If you beg God for strength, don’t expect Him to give you more weariness. Daddy knows what we need, when we need it.

    These, I know, are simple truths, truths perhaps unworthy of an educated person who holds a doctorate from a European university. Michael Green (I love that author!) once wrote that, in the early church, Christianity usually “appealed to the simple, unlettered lower classes” (Evangelism in the Early Church, p. 44). Tertullian, in the second century, mused, “The uneducated are always a majority with us.” The lack of a formal education is no barrier to genuine spiritual growth. Contrary to popular myth, being educated doesn’t make you less susceptible to doubt or faithlessness. No, education is not the key to overcoming grief. It’s horrifying to confront my own lack of belief in this regard. Oh, knowledge there is — aplenty. But persistence is the true mark of a Christian. Being a widower is mind-numbingly difficult. I haven’t perfected it yet. Hardly. This is such a challenge, you have no idea. I keep thinking of Becky. She was really, really good at relationships. I have to work at it. But it’s never occurred to me to settle for anything less. I’m 100 hundred percent positive that this won’t be the last “difficult” anniversary of Becky’s death. But still, I will find a way to have another goodbye moment. Tomorrow I’ll say goodbye with a sense of sadness, but also with a grateful nod to the Giver of life and all good things. I will cry buckets of tears, and then I will let her go again (and again and again). Recovery from grief doesn’t mean you forget your loved one. You simply learn how to mourn in such a way that it doesn’t interfere with your “new normal.” In spite of lingering questions, you still worship your Savior. You let your extended family know you’re doing okay. You gather together if you can, an event that usually activates a flood of memories. And then the anniversary passes, and you let her go (for the millionth time) and move on. Letting go means that you leave the person you lost in such a way that allows you to embrace the new life God has given you even as you look forward to being reunited again some day. In the hands of God, pain can be transformed into prosperity.

    Do you need to remember this, friend? Have you committed your pain to God recently? His hand of favor is upon us. Together, let’s ask Him for guidance, shall we?

    Can we ever move on with our lives? The answer is yes, a thousand times yes.

    Monday, October 30 

    8:32 AM The Anthem Richmond Marathon will be here in only 12 days. Been checking out the swag.

    Pretty cool stuff, eh? But the best part is the course itself. Finally a reasonable elevation!

    I’m eager to stand at the starting line and feel the nervousness of the crowd. I’m eager to run and fight for every inch of ground. I’ve run 3 marathons and I still don’t have the faintest idea of how to run one “correctly.” I do know this: Each one of us has to have a mountain, a race, a meaningful goal, a reason for engaging in this thing called life. I’m not saying that anything less than a full marathon counts. Right now, however, that distance defines the ultimate challenge for me. Friend, why not try something you think yourself incapable of doing? Something you’ve never tried before. Last summer I went parasailing for the first time. I participated in two triathlons. I surfed. These were all tangible symbols of my life right now — taking one step at a time and keeping my eyes on the goal of finishing life well. The consensus is clear: The only way to become fit is through exercise. Even at my age, it’s safer to exercise than not to exercise. I have to give our president lots of credit. At the age of 71 he’s not in the best of shape (that’s pretty obvious), but at least he’s exercising regularly at something he enjoys doing. When I run, I’m running myself into health. When I run, I feel better about myself in every way. The physical and the mental become one. When I need to get over the dumps, I take to the road and enjoy being out in God’s beautiful creation. Running, if it’s taught me anything, has shown me how to deal with aging. I am not and will never be 40 again. I am, at best, a back-of-the-pack runner. Yet all the people around me are working just as desperately as I am to try their hardest. A race asks you for what it has always asked: your best. Stewardship is like that. We don’t own our bodies. They belong to God. One day I’ll answer for my dietary and lifestyle choices. I won’t be asked about your irresponsible eating habits but only about my own. Just because we can eat something doesn’t mean we should. How is it okay to stuff our faces with fast food that is completely worthless? But what if? What if we actually did something about our obesity and unhealthy diets? I’m exhausted just talking about this. No one struggles more with self-discipline than I do. So when I’m preaching to you, I’m only preaching to myself. I’ve told my kids, “I want to be around to see my grandchildren graduate from college and get married.” So when I get out there and run, I’m doing it for selfish reasons. My goodness, the blessings and benefits of exercise!

    So yes, I’m eager for the big day to get here. I feel I haven’t achieved all that I can. Running is a place where you can commune between God and yourself. For me, it’s being in the right place at the right time.

    6:55 AM Throughout the book of Philippians, Paul’s pointed to self-giving love as perhaps the mark of a Christian. His prayer in 1:9-11 tell us that our love for one another should always be abounding. He commends those in Rome who preach the Good News motivated by love (1:16). The Philippians themselves, having been comforted by Christ’s love, are to have that same love for one another (2:1-2). Jesus Himself, of course, is the ultimate example of self-giving love (2:5-11).

    If we truly want to understand Philippians (or Christianality for that matter), we have to understand the anatomy of love. We might even say that love is the 6th “sola” of the Reformation. In 1 Cor. 8:1, Paul speaks of love and knowledge as polar opposites. Knowledge (doctrine) is futile without love. Paul has modeled this truth to us throughout Philippians. He has shown us by example that love is most deeply seen and known when it is vulnerable and powerless. Although in prison, Paul focuses more on the Gospel than on his own circumstances. For him, the Gospel mattered more than anything else. And because the Gospel is being advanced in prison, Paul rejoices. This is what genuine love looks like: it puts the needs of others first. Hence sola fide, sola scriptura, sola gratia, solus Christus, and soli Deo gloria are incomplete without sola caritas. Our motto might well be “Keep Love First.” Love is the goal of all of Paul’s instruction (1 Tim. 1:5). It’s the capstone of all the other Christian virtues (Col. 3:12-14). Without love, even spiritual gifts are meaningless (1 Cor. 13:1-3).

    We also have to understand the stuff that gets in the way of love. This is, in fact, Paul’s twofold strategy in Philippians. First he shows us what genuine love looks like (chapters 1-2). Then he shows us what the opposite of love looks like, what selfishness and pride resemble (chapters 3-4). Fact is, there’s a darker side to love. Love should never become a license to hurt or injure. We are under no obligation to endure injurious relationships, though for a season we may choose to do so. In 1 Thess. 4:9-12, Paul shows us that a church can love too much. It can too easily tolerate the recalcitrant behavior of others. Is he saying there’s a tipping point with love? I think so. Paul said as much in Phil. 1:9 when he wrote that our love should be instructed by knowledge and discernment. Love, to be love, needs to speak truthfully. Jesus modeled such love when He told His disciples to shake the dust off their feet when encountering hostile individuals (Matt. 10:14). Allowing people to reap what they sow is not an unloving thing to do. Healthy boundaries are good for everybody. I’ve seen this truth in Romans as well. When Paul tells us to let our love be sincere, he immediately calls upon us to abstain from evil and cling to what is good (Rom. 12:9). Obviously, this means that when we’re dealing with people, some sort of moral discernment is called for. It means that we have permission to walk away from toxic relationships. But even if it should come to this point, we will do so with respect for the basic dignity of the other person.

    I’m 65 and I thought I had all this love business figured out, but I don’t. It’s easy to see how difficult it is to love wisely and well. If you’re like me, practicing authentic love can feel like a daunting choice. There’s always risk involved when you put your true self out there into the world. But in the end, being true to ourselves and our convictions is the best gift we can give to others.

    Be kind. Love Jesus. Love others.

    And be as wise as a serpent.

    I’m cheering you on.

    Sunday, October 29 

    7:15 PM Within the framework of Philippians, 3:12-18 holds a special place in my heart. After all, here Paul uses a running analogy. Throughout Paul’s writings we see people running races. Paul calls the church — men and women — to be athletes for Jesus. Knowing Christ (Phil. 3:1-11) involves a daily discipline of pressing toward the goal (3:12-18). Even Paul hasn’t arrived yet. He’s still running his race, pursuing Christ with everything he’s got. He describes this as “straining on toward what‘s ahead.” Yep. Paul must have been a distance runner. I’m still learning from him what it means to run the race of faith. I’m learning not to avoid the race or complain about it. Let me pass on a few other lessons as well:

    1) Learn to set reasonable and achievable goals. This is one of the most difficult things for runners to do. But it’s one of the most important lessons running teaches us. Realize that your running goals are just that — your goals and not somebody else’s. Paul had his goals. You have yours. I have mine. But each goal has to be based on some standard. For Paul, that standard was attaining Christ. Of course, we don’t arrive at that goal all at once. The best goals are those that allow us to build a pattern of success. Remember: a goal is simply something to aim for. It’s something to be dedicated to. It’s a process as much as it’s an end.

    2) Listen to your body more than you listen to your well-meaning friends. Every one of us runners needs to make our own decisions, including the decision to accept our limitations. It felt so good when I broke the 30-minute barrier for the first time during a 5K race. It had taken numerous attempts. I’ve broken 30 minutes only twice since then. Looking back, I realize now that I’m not a 30-minute 5Ker. If I really wanted to run sub-30 every time I raced, I’d run myself into the ground. “Know yourself,” said the ancients. By any standard, the apostle Paul was way out ahead of most of us when it came to knowing Christ. But I’m not running against Paul; I’m running with him.

    3) Stay the course. Keep going. Continue racing. When I see people stop running because they’re feeling frustrated by lack of progress, I feel badly for them. Your pace really doesn’t matter in the end. What matters is that you never give up and never give in. What matters is that you listen to your body and never push it past its limits. Your running should conform to nobody’s timetable but you’re own.

    4) Be patient with yourself, especially when you’re tempted to look back — either to wallow in self-pity or to rest on the laurels of past achievements. Faith is not a past reality. It’s a present requirement. Don’t rush the process. Accept setbacks as they come. I’ve met runners who think they can go from a 5K to a marathon within a few months. The result is either burnout or injury. We gradually build up our endurance.

    5) Our future is in our own hands (or feet, to use Paul’s metaphor). But it’s also in God’s hands. Paul chose a goal that is utterly unattainable in its entirety and perfection. “To know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings — I can never do that!” No, I can’t. At least not in my own strength. But, through the One who empowers me, I can know Christ better every day. I can experience increasingly the power of His resurrection. I can enter more and more into the fellowship of His sufferings. In other words, we arrive and keep on arriving. It’s a more-than satisfying pursuit, even though we never reach it completely down here.

    So there it is — the “why” of my running, my reason for exercise. People who run stick to it for one basic reason: to become who we want to be. In so doing we discover what our limits are and how desperate we are for outside help. For the runner, the ultimate athletic experience is the marathon — the long distance race. The marathon per se didn’t exist when Paul wrote Philippians, but I imagine he was thinking more of an endurance race than a sprint when he penned the words of Phil. 3:12-18. The long-distance race is an adventure into the limits of the self. It happens in the creating and the training and the running. At times, it can be tedious, painful, and tiring. The payoff comes from reaching the goal. Friend, don’t spend time in the library trying to work out a theory of running the Christian race. You have the Bible and you have Jesus. These two always agree. Bring your needs to Him with all the simplicity of a little child, for He is accessible day or night. You are always welcome. He has no favorite racers. He will coach you to the end of your journey.

    1:06 PM Howdy, friends! My weekend in Arlington was phenomenal. This includes my drive home today. I left my hotel around 5:00 am, stopping briefly at Denny’s for my two pancakes (for two bucks!) and then taking the back roads through Southside Virginia. Rain fell for most of my drive home but it did nothing to dampen my spirits or diminish my enjoyment of the wonderful fall foliage we’re blessed with at this time of the year — shades of red, orange, yellow, purple, pink, magenta, blue, and brown. Of course, on my drive home I listened to no radio or music, just the music of nature as I communed with its Great Creator. We talked about all sorts of things and even planned this week’s schedule and events. I treasure these times alone with my Lord when I can listen to His still small voice and throw excess to the winds, all the while trying to be the response-able image bearer He created me to be. Sadly, my life often comes at the expense of some of God’s best handiwork. Oh, it’s there all right, but seldom noticed. Take time today, my friend, to do a little “leaf peeping” while the colors last.

    The wedding was, of course, the highlight of the weekend. Karen is one of several young women Becky poured her life into, heart and soul, for months and months and in some cases years on end. Though not our flesh and blood, each is a true daughter of ours — their husbands are our sons and their kids our grandkids. Karen entered our lives at a time when Becky needed constant care and attention, and she sacrificed countless hours ministering to my wife in body and spirit as she neared her end. I shall forever be in Karen’s debt. The post wedding chapel at Fort Myer was the scene of yesterday’s celebrations, overlooking the Potomac and the monuments in Washington, DC. A more beautiful and scenic venue could not have been found. Both Tino and Karen are members of Anacostia River Church, and pastor Thabiti did a wonderful job of leading us in worship as we witnessed God’s joining together of this precious couple. Below I’ll post some pictures of the wedding and the reception. Karen and Tino are two committed young people who seek nothing more than to be carriers of the sweet Spirit of Christ, following His leadership into servanthood and vowing to love this world like He loved it.

    Oh God, may You fill Karen and Tino with hearts full of music and song, coloring their faces with the radiance of Your love. Teach them to walk humbly — daily, quietly, simply, forgivingly, graciously, as they act justly and love mercy. Steer them away from empty fillers and turn them instead to the fullness of Your Presence. Bless them and keep them until death do them part. May they be Your servants, plain and simple, until the Day they sit at the banquet table and eat with their Savior and feast side by side with Him. Let their love bloom and grow stronger in the days and years ahead. And help them to show us how to become more like Christ, in whose name I pray. Amen.

    Right now it’s time for me cook my meals for the week and then plan out my writing schedule and lectures. Which reminds me: Next week Thursday, Lord willing, I’ll be back at the Shepherd’s Seminary in Cary, NC, to speak in Doug Bookman’s New Testament class. I’ve been asked to address the subject, “An Inerrantist Perspective on the Synoptic Problem.” Things kick off at 4:00 pm with a pizza dinner for students and staff. Also, this week is our Ethiopian dinner in commemoration of Becky’s homegoing 4 years ago. So yes, it will be a busy time but a week filled with blessings and happy memories of things past and anticipation of things to come. I’m rummaging around in the attic of my mind right now for something to say to the family when we gather. I have many sweet memories. My land, how will I keep it under 15 minutes?

    Below are the pix I promised you. Hope you enjoy them. And Tino — welcome to our crazy family. We love you so much!

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    Tuesday, November 29

    8:58 AM Look what I finally found! A real New Testament church! And in Indiana of all places!

    8:46 AM Just read Darrel Bock’s thoughtful pieceRecalibrating the Culture War in 2016. He nails it. This is a big week on campus with the Lottie Moon Christmas offering. In Greek we’re discussing verbal aspect and deponency, and in New Testament the Johannine epistles. My outline of 1 John is adapted from Gary Burge’s NIV Application Bible Commentary. John is making two major points: (1) true saving faith is manifested through practicing the truth, and (2) true saving faith is manifested in those who possess a genuine love for other believers. In other words, the theme is Simple Obedience + Sacrificial Love. As 1 John 3:7 puts it: “It’s the person who acts right who is right.” We are to be “doing the truth through love.” Incidentally, as Burge notes, this theme is predicated on two key attributes of God: the fact that He is light, and the fact that He is love. “This is the message that we have heard from Him and announce to you, that God is light” (1:5). “This is the message that you heard from the beginning: We should love one another” (3:11). So … TRUTH PLUS LOVE! We need both. We always have. Love without truth is sentimentalism. Truth without love is bitter, harsh orthodoxy. You may have well-reasoned apologetics, but without love no one will listen to you. Love is the mark of the church (see Schaeffer’s The Church at the End of the Twentieth Century). As Darrell Bock points out in his essay, the kingdom of God is not some new and improved version of worldly government. 1 John is a blueprint of what the church is to be about. It is about what Jesus was about: expanding the rule of God by reflecting God’s character in contrast to the world. When we surrender ourselves wholly to this kind of Calvary-love, we are truly the people of God. 

    But of course, you already knew all of this 🙂

    Monday, November 28

    6:38 PM Who needs TV when you can eat lunch with family — and then get hay up at dusk?

    1:22 PM The best book I know about speaking is The Essentials of Public Speaking by Sims Wyeth. I quoted it the other day with reference to Mr. Trump. Here are a few more quotes from the book:

    • Turn off the projector. You are the most important visual.

    • Technology is helpful, but there is no substitute for connecting with your listeners….

    • Let your hands be part of your message.

    • Tone of voice counts.

    • Focus your eyes on your listeners, one at a time.

    • Be brief, not terse.

    • Be real.

    • Keep the audience’s interest, and end with a bang.

    • Begin, be brief, be seated.

    • Keep it simple, smarty!

    • … speak more from the heart and less from the brain.

    • Thou shalt not be boring.

    • Let there be drama in your presentations.

    If you’re a serious student of public speaking, find this book. Above all, put away those silly notes. There’s a very popular pastor in Durham, NC, who reads from his notes constantly. He even reads his jokes. Haha. Can you spell “booooooring”?

    (Blame TED.)

    P.S. It’s another cold day in Southside.

    But not too cold to jog 8 miles.

    Can you do it? You’ll never know until you try.

    9:04 AM There were many highlights of my trip to Indiana via Cincinnati. I had never toured Cincy before, so I was impressed for sure. There’s great Ethiopian food (try theElephant Walk; I saw the Bengals’ and Reds’ new stadiums, as well as the P & G Towers (impressive); we drove through many quaint urban neighborhoods; and, of course, the mighty Ohio River is as mighty as everyone says it is. On my bucket list for later visits: the Cincinnati Art Museum, the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center, the Cincinnati Zoo, and the Newport Aquarium. And, golly gee, I’ll be back there before you know it. Yes, folks, I’ve finally decided which marathon I want to compete in before I vanish into senility — Cincinnati’s own Flying Pig Marathon, to be held Sunday, May 7.

    The timing couldn’t be better: Becky’s birthday is on May 11 (she’s my honoree at the race), and the weather promises to be perfect in terms of temps and humidity. I had thought about doing the Raleigh Marathon but their time limit is a mere 5 hours, whereas in Cincinnati I have a full 7 hours to complete the race (and I know I will need every minute of it). The term “Flying Pig” originates in the city’s reputation as “Porkopolis” because of its stockyards and meat processing industries. The course is said to be “gently rolling” and “pretty flat” — except for a 300-foot climb between miles 6-9. If Teiichi Igarashi could climb Mt. Fuji at 99, and John Glenn could go into space at 77, I can (maybe?) do a marathon at 64. Remember: Success is not about what you do. It’s about who you are. And only you know the full potential of what you can become!

    Sunday, November 27

    4:32 PM What kind of music do you like? I enjoy all kinds of music, from rock to techno to classical to reggae to soul. I love soundtracks — Out of Africa, Gettysburg, North by Northwest, the Great Escape, Saving Private Ryan. I went through my teen years with obsessions, including the Tijuana Brass, the Beatles, Buffalo Springfield, Jefferson Airplane, Steppenwolf, Cream, Franki Valli and the Four Seasons, and Credence Clearwater Revival. In the 70s and 80s there were the Eagles, Queen, and Chicago. Feel-good hits were a dime a dozen: American Pie, Dancing Queen, If You Leave Me Now, Kissing Me Softly with His Song, My Eyes Adored You, Sister Golden Hair, We Just Disagree, Our House, You’ve Got a Friend, Do You Do You, Glory of Love, Sailing, Time After Time, Reelin’ in the Years, In Too Deep, Africa, Philadelphia Freedom, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, Someone Saved My Life, No Time Left for You. Not a single one of these hits is forgotten today and a good many of them are used in commercials and movies. My favorite rock composer of all time is Paul McCartney. I’ve been a Paul fan since I was 12 years old. I love the fact that he’s still doing concerts at 74. His voice is not the same, but who cares? Paul neither looks nor sounds 74. Amazing. Does over 40 songs. That’s 2.5 hours. Wish he would tour with Ringo, though. As a former bass player myself — our college group was called “Joyous Creed” — I’ve always marveled at Paul’s variety of rhythms as he added harmonious complements to songs like Lovely Rita, With a Little Help From My Friends, and Lucie in the Sky with Diamonds. At other times he could play a simple base line with a light, playful feel (When I’m Sixty-Four). And who can ever forget the bass rift in Come Together? Paired with Ringo’s most unforgettable drum part, Paul’s base part proved once again just how versatile the Beatles were. Check out this Beatle tribute band if you want to hear and see the bass at its finest. Songs like Penny Lane and Rain leave me breathless. Headphones on!

     

    4:10 PM My assistant and I are currently working on the syllabus for New Testament Introduction 1 for next semester. The course covers the four Gospels. In addition to arranging a guest lecturer for each class period, I am finalizing my own lecture topics and my bucket list is beginning to take shape. Care to see what’s currently on it?

    • How Can Jesus Be God and Man at the Same Time?

    • How Did Jesus Fulfill the Law?

    • The Politics of Jesus.

    • Jesus Is the Center of the Story.

    • “The Gospels Contain Errors.” (I heard that gasp. Please note the quotation marks.)

    • Is There Archaeological Support for the Reliability of the Gospels?

    • Did Jesus Encourage a Senior Pastor Model?

    • Is the Old Testament on the Same Plane as the New Testament?

    • How Classical Theology Gets the Doctrine of the Fatherhood of God Wrong.

    • Which Bible Translation Do You Recommend?

    • Jesus’ Stance Toward Enemies.

    • Key Questions about the Great Commission in Matt. 28:16-.

    • Rethinking the Synoptic Problem: Why I Hold to the Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis.

    • Rethinking New Testament Textual Criticism: Why I Am a Sturzian.

    • Prayer and Illness.

    • Four Distinctives of God’s Kingdom Versus Man’s.

    • Parenting: Why We Should Say the “N” Word (= No).

    • Traits of a Jesus-Kind of Church (Missional, Merciful, Mundane).

    • Mark 16:16-17: Are the Sign Gifts for Today?

    • Would Jesus Fly the American Flag in Church?

    • Did Jesus Teach Pacifism?

    The focus throughout will be on the New Covenant that God established through the blood of His Son. His plan was to “bring unity to all things in heaven and on earth through Christ.” What a teaching! If my students get this, they will get everything else. We will see churches that are less dependant on programming and more dependent on unconventional servants. Pastors will be as honest with their problems as their people are. After all, Jesus delights in the weak. And this evangelical superstardomism. What a nightmare. The early church was so basic and ordinary. Each follower of Jesus was asked to be faithful. It’s as simple as that. What a beautiful hope we have in Christ! What a great way to change the world!

    1:42 PM The Rudolph 1-Mile and 5K Runin Allen, Texas will take place at 8:30 next Saturday morning.

    I’ll be there Lord willing, as I’ve decided to fly back to Texas to attend the Vocal Majority concert with mom and dad on Sunday afternoon. Allen, TX, is located just north of where mom and dad live, so it will be a convenient venue. The course sure looks like fun.

    1:18 PM It’s really hard to believe. But in just 7 months I’m planning on returning to the Alps. And yes, I know: Success won’t come without training, and lots of it. My focus on my last trip to Switzerland was endurance: just finish. It didn’t matter how fast or slow I climbed. And that’s been fun, but it’s not going to work for the climbs my guide and I have planned for next July. So for the next 6 months I’m going to push myself harder than I ever have pushed myself before. This means more races and even my first marathon in 2017. (I stand by my declaration that I much prefer walking to running.) My choice to climb the Alps was the most terrifying and yet satisfying decision I’ve ever made. I’m not really sure what possessed me to hire a guide and actually do it. Sure, there was the Becky Black Memorial Fund that I wanted to raise funds for. But there was something else nudging me — something deeper: the need to try something big and lofty. And now that I’ve started, it’s really hard to stop. It’s like jumping off a cliff — it’s a bit too late to change your mind. This is completely random, but last night I dreamed that I free climbed El Cap. Certainly bizarre, but makes me wonder what my subconscious mind is up to these days as I train for my first marathon. I have to learn to pace myself, since patience is not one of my strongest virtues. Oooh I’m excited. It looks like the next few months are going to be exciting and action-packed, as long as I stay healthy. 26.2 miles. Yikes. The Pollux. Yikes. I’m so looking forward to writing blog posts about everything.

    12:46 PM To all you guys out there: I have found the perfect diet plan. There, I said it. You can eat whenever you’re hungry and still not put on weight. And you don’t have to buy a book to get started. No food supplements either. Besides, it works. I can eat anything and stay at my optimum weight. I never have to fast. Only two steps are necessary. Interested? Gohere.

    11:50 AM Hello, wonderful world of the internet. Hope everyone had a great Black Friday. (Once upon a time, there was a holiday between Halloween and Christmas called Thanksgiving.) Lots to report on. First off, I had a delightful time in Indiana with Liz, Matt, and four of my grandkids– Caleb, Isaac, Micah, and Mercy Magdalene (I kid you not, that’s her real name. Ain’t it beautiful?). I guess if celebrities can break the two-kid barrier, so can some some of us lesser lights. (For the record: This grandfather has nothing against big broods.) Here’s Miss Mercy at breakfast on Wednesday.

    And here’s Isaac showing me his latest artwork.

    Leaving the local Mexican restaurant.

    Not all of our meals were taken in restaurants, however. Take a gander at the Thanksgiving feast Liz prepared.

    On Thursday, Matt and I ran in the “Turkey Trot” at the local Y. Gobble gobble.

    Here I am with the race coordinator. Yours truly had a personal best (25:19). Geezers of the world arise!

    Matt is pastoring the Sunman Community Church.

    The congregation loves him and his family.

    What? A duckbilled platypus?

    Out for Kaffee und Kuchen.

    In line at Dairy Queen. (Yes, I tend to spoil my grandkids.)

    Nothing like having hot chocolate with Papa B.

    A stop on the Underground Railroad. Very historic site.

    The blessing of a family meal.

    To the Rondeau family and to all of my kids and grandkids:

    I’m thankful for each and every one of you. I’m thankfully for the community we’ve built. I’m thankful that we’re supportive of each other. I want all of you to know that you are amazing just the way you are. May your days be filled with turkey leftovers, few meltdowns, and a gazillion blessings. Love, Dad

    In the second place (drum roll, please), the toenail on my injured big toe fell off right after Thursday’s race — which means that the toe can now begin to heal. Yippy! Can’t wait to wear my mountaineering boots again. A good pair of boots will cost you about a week’s wages but they are most definitely worth it. Now all I need is for some snow to arrive in Southside Virginia to try them out again.

    Finally, I picked up a great book at the RDU airport called The Essentials of Persuasive Publish Speaking. The one individual I thought of as I read it? Donald Trump. If the president-to-be (he’s not “president-elect” yet since the electoral college hasn’t voted) is anything, it’s a powerful public orator. Which is one reason I’m not fretting this election cycle. As a pundit put it recently, “Donald Trump is not going to blow up the world.” He’s not going turn America into a fascist state nor is he going to doom minorities to a life of hatred and despair. And the reason is because Donald Trump is a pragmatist, not an ideologue. As everyone knows, he once donated heavily to Democratic causes, was pro-choice, praised universal health care, and even registered to vote as a Democrat. He will do what it takes to get the “deal” done. And the reality is that, in Washington, closing the deal requires compromise. Since the election, Trump has changed his mind about prosecuting Hillary Clinton, about the connection between human activity and climate change, about repealing Obamacare, about waterboarding, even about the New York Times (that “corrupt” mouthpiece of liberalism is now a “great, great American jewel”). His flexible political ideology has been on display for all to see. In other words, the populist has become just another plutocrat, cleaning the swamp only to refill it with Washington insiders. I opine that all of this began when he started using a teleprompter, i.e., when the wild, freewheeling candidate became a scripted speechmaker. You will recall this is the same Trump who once castigated Hillary Clinton for using a teleprompter. No problem now, however. The man has “pivoted.”

    In his book The Essentials of Persuasive Public Speaking, author Sims Wyeth writes, “I am tired of expert speakers with expert opinions. Everyone is an expert at something. I want a wise speaker” (p. 7). He adds, “We put our trust in experts and they’ve often proved wrong. Enough already with experts. How about some wisdom?” (p. 7). Trump, the populist, was once perceived to be a man of uncommon wisdom. He was, in the words of Wyeth, ” … a dramatist capable of capturing and holding attention by tickling, then soothing audience anxiety” (p. 5). Not anymore. Here’s another quote from this marvelous little book: “Speech that authentically reveals the personality of the speaker, and is addressed to and about an individual or defined group … is far more memorable than a message from a corporation meant for a demographic” (p. 4). The same man who once alienated women voters, Muslims, Hispanics, the disabled, etc. now has to appear presidential, and that, in my opinion, is a good thing. Mr. Trump is not being a hypocrite; he’s simply being the politician he has always claimed he would never become. He has now entered “public service,” and yes, he will listen to his generals, cross the aisle, and work with our allies — and continue to use teleprompters when giving speeches.

    Wednesday, November 23

    3:44 AM Being hopelessly nostalgic, I just can’t bring myself to leave without a public word of thanksgiving for my wife of 37 years. Even though she is no longer physically beside me, I still love her. My wedding ring remains on the third finger of my left hand, and I know I will never take it off. It remains a symbol of the love, respect, and affection I’ve had for Becky all these years. Now I am truly a widower, but a blessed one. My body is still healthy, and I have many goals yet to accomplish and many mountains still to climb. Loss is an excellent learning laboratory. The curriculum is strenuous, to say the least. I’m not sure I can say I’ve enjoyed every course I’ve taken, but my experience has made me a better person. What else can I say? I love you Becky Lynn Black. You were so incredibly important to me. I’ll never forget how you would fall asleep in my arms, the woman I loved, a precious gift of God, a sister in Christ whom I will join when my time comes. In the example you set for me and others, you will always live on. I shall cherish the memory of you forever. Happy Thanksgiving, darling.

    Tuesday, November 22

    7:10 PM Time for a change of pace. Tomorrow morning I’m heading out to the great state of Indiana (via Cincy) to spend some time with one of my daughters and her family. As I said, I’ve got a 5K “Turkey Trot” (what a name) on Thanksgiving morning, and I signed up for it because I’m really a very lazy person at heart, and it always helps when there’s something to motivate me to get outdoors. Ooh, I’m excited. Sweatiness is so cool. Otherwise, for the next couple of days I’m going to do nothing but eat and sleep and laze and gab. A short and sweet break. I’m not sure that a marathon justifies my laziness but, hey, I’m having a mid-life crisis. Plus, I’m still dealing with a big toe that refuses to heal. I feel like it’s never going to get better, and get this: I won’t be able to see a podiatrist until Dec. 12. I basically have been facing down this nasty toe since I summited Mount Bierstadt in Colorado a month and a half ago. Funny how that happened. It was mortifying. But I’m fully convinced that time heals all wounds and I will one day (soon?) be doing the happy dance again.

    Before I forget, I want to congratulate Thomas Hudgins on hisinterview with Mike Heiser over at the Naked Bible website. I would just say that not EVERYBODY teaches Greek the way he describes! Meanwhile, I’ve made plans to attend the Vocal Majority concert in Dallas with mom and dad on Dec. 4. Their repertoire ranges from the ridiculous to the sublime. The group’s diction and tonality are unbelievable. Goosebumps every time I hear them.

    Oh my goodness — I just realized I have to leave the house at 4:00 am! HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

    12:10 PM Newsflash. I will run a 5K Thanksgiving morning. #NoGuiltFromOvereating.

    12:04 PM Yes. I. Am. Spoiled.

    10:32 AM My Honda Odyssey is the coolest car I’ve ever owned. At least I can fit my mountain bike in it without removing the front tire. It’s got 200,000 miles on it and today’s the first day I’ll have it in the shop (ignition cylinder went bust).

    About 100,000 of those miles were driven since Becky died. Is that Wanderlust or what?

    8:14 AM Continuing our discussion of Paul As Missionary ….

    James Thompson’s essay is called “Paul as Missionary Pastor” (pp. 25-36). Thompson argues that “missionary pastor” is not an oxymoron. One can be in pastoral ministry without being a “pastor.” So what kind of pastoral ministry did Paul have among his churches? Thompson argues that the most pervasive image of the church that Paul uses is the family. His epistles were sent to and first read by house churches. This family is a supernatural one. It is to be a loving environment and a “safe place.” Brotherly love (philadelphia) is to mark everything. Family love demands that members take care of each other. Paul appeals to brotherly love to resolve the dispute between Philemon and Onesimus. Brother may not take brother to court. A brother may not defraud his brother. Brothers may not cause other brothers to stumble. Siblings should not be guilty of such “family” sins as jealousy, envy, strife, and quarrelling.

    This was an excellent essay. I don’t know your feelings about church, but what if we took seriously Paul’s exhortation to accept one another in the body of Christ? The early church had the same kinds of squabbles that we have today. The strong looked down on the weak, and vice versa. Today, many in our churches are struggling with acceptance. The early church wasn’t impressive, but it managed to confront its divisiveness head-on. I don’t mean to minimize doctrine. But no church supersedes the command to love one another as brothers and sisters. When church is less like a family and more like a business, its people act less like participants and more like spectators. Let’s own our place in the body. Let’s start where we should always start: with the brothers and sisters we are called to serve. Let’s practice empathy each and every day. Church life is messy and complicated. All the more reason to “walk in love, just as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us” (Eph. 5:2).

    Speaking of family love, it’s that time of the year when we sit around a table and gorge ourselves on turkey. This year …

    I am thankful for the strength not to fall in the day of adversity.

    I am thankful that the God of the universe has spoken and that I can believe what He says.

    I am thankful for difficult climbs that remind me that the best things in life are worth fighting for.

    I am thankful for family and friends who allow me to be me.

    I am thankful for the gift of self-respect.

    I am thankful for the courage to try new things.

    I am thankful that suffering is a mercy, affording an opportunity to repent and grow.  

    I am thankful that I follow a Master who relinquished all rights and chose death.  

    I am thankful for fellow believers who take their stand on the word.

    I am thankful for publishers and authors.

    I am thankful for naptimes.

    I am thankful for coffee.

    I am thankful for dogs who show me what pure and unconditional love looks like.

    I am thankful to be a parent and grandparent.

    I am thankful that I’m not good at a lot of things.

    I am thankful that Becky and I fought a battle with cancer and won.

    I am thankful for a bed to sleep in and a roof over my head.

    I am thankful that whatever successes I’ve had in life are little more than temporary blessings.

    I am thankful that I can hike for miles and not get tired.

    I am thankful that if age brings problems, it also brings solutions.

    I am thankful to have reached the October of life.

    I am thankful for loyal and precious friends.

    I am thankful for Mexican food.

    I am thankful for Ibuprofen.

    I am thankful for Netflix.

    I am thankful for daughters who demonstrate the truth of the Gospel through the daily labor of parenting.

    I am thankful that I can celebrate others’ victories without becoming jealous.

    I am thankful that I can live the Ordinary Good Hard Life on my farm.

    I am thankful that I am a beloved member of the church.

    I am thankful for an internet that allows me to blog.

    I am thankful for church leaders who have shed their masks.

    I am thankful for my vocation and calling.

    I am thankful that I know how to cook for myself (well, it’s only one dish, but that’s enough).

    I am thankful that the Greek New Testament still captures my imagination.

    I am thankful that God has made me an adventurer.

    I am thankful for a life worth living.

    I am thankful for abundance.

    I am thankful that my life matters.

    I am thankful for reading glasses.

    I am thankful that one day I will throw my arms around Jesus.

    I am thankful for tears.

    I am thankful for the confidence to fly.

    I am thankful for you.

    Monday, November 21

    7:40 PM Hey folks. We were picking up bales well into the darkness tonight.

    Thankfully we were able to finish.

    When I got back home I discovered that the ignition switch in my Honda Odyssey is broken, so I am grounded until I get that fixed. Tonight I’ll look at YouTubes to see if it’s something I can fiddle with.

    In the meantime, I thought I’d continue my review of Paul As Missionary (Bloomsbury, 2011). Daniel Hays’ essay “Paul and the Multi-Ethnic First-Century World: Ethnicity and Christian Identity” (pp. 76-87) may be the most important essay in the book. He argues that the early church developed in a multicultural setting. The world of the first century was comprised of a multitude of ethnic groups (ethne). So Paul is not just breaking down barriers between “Jews” and “Gentiles.”

    He is declaring that the followers of Christ are a new and different ethnicity and their primary identity and group association must change from their old self-identity to this new one (p. 84).

    As Christians, therefore, we have a brand new ethnic identity. Both Jews and Gentiles are members of the kingdom of God, with Abraham as their common ancestor. Hence “Our citizenship is in heaven” (Phil. 3:20) is a highly political statement. Paul lived in a very ethnically diverse world. So do we. People tend to identify themselves ethnically — i.e., in terms of social, cultural, religious, territorial, and linguistic features. All of these elements, taken together, define one’s self-identity. When Paul calls for unity he does so along these very lines of ethnic markers.

    Paul tells the new believers that their primary identity, i.e., their major group association (their ethnos), is no longer one of the many ethne they used to belong to (Phrygia, Galatia, Roman, Greek, Judean/Jew, Lycaonian, Cappadocian, etc.), but rather is to be found in their incorporation into Christ and his Church (p. 87).

    He adds:

    This now defines who they are, which family they are in and who their kin are, where their citizenship and loyalty lies, how they are to carry out religious practices, how they are to live and speak, who their true ancestors are, and where their future hope lies (p. 87).

    This sense of heavenly citizenship ” … is a radical restructuring of their primary identity” (p. 87). Hays is adamant: If Christians continue to see themselves first and foremost as Americans or Chinese or Korean or Hispanic or African-American, they will end up “… relegating their identity in Christ to a secondary and subservient identity,” and “there will be disunity and ethnic division in the Church” (p. 87).

    Let’s let that sink in. These reflections take us a long ways in understanding the distinctive emphasis of the New Testament. If the social ethics of the kingdom of God seem to be dramatically different from those of the world and the nation-state, it’s because they’re supposed to! Hays expresses a growing conviction I’ve had for several years now, namely that our only duty and allegiance as Christians is to God and His kingdom. It is out of our duty to God that we obey the civil laws and pay our taxes and pray for those in authority over us in the political realm. At the same time, it is also out of our duty to God that we inveigh against any practice or social norm that is inconsistent with His rule. This means that there never has been nor ever be will a distinctly “Christian” position on politics. Good evangelical Christians voted for Trump. Good evangelical Christians voted for Clinton. Good evangelical Christians voted third party. And good evangelical Christians didn’t vote at all. Pastor friend, if you’re going to wave pompoms for Trump, please remember that there are probably people in your congregation who didn’t vote for him. Good and decent people disagree about politics! If we focus our time and energy on politics, we will never experience a unified church. Instead, our focus and energy must be expended on replicating the self-sacrificing love of Jesus to all people. The church, as Hays argues (and as the apostle Paul argued), is a new ethnos — a new nation whose only loyalty is to God, who sovereignly uses our Calvary-acts of love to transform the world into a domain in which He and He alone rules. Confessing “Jesus as Lord” automatically rules out an allegiance to any other person or thing!

    To sum up:

    • People with the same faith commitments and values can and often do have fundamental differences about politics.

    • Everyone should vote his or her faith and conscience.

    • The fundamental job of followers of Jesus is to manifest the rule of God by imitating Jesus’ radical lifestyle. 

    • There is only one “Christian nation,” and it is the blood-bought people of God.

    • Our fundamental loyalty has to be to King Jesus. A husband who is 50 percent faithful to his wife is no true husband at all.

    • We will no longer emphasize our political, national, or ethnic differences. There is more to unite us than to divide us in the universal body of Christ.

    • Beware of any deals with the devil to get the kingdoms of the world by short-cuts.

    God’s people need to be what they are — ambassadors pleading with men and women to be reconciled to God. Blessed are those saints who can see beyond their political, national, and ethnic differences. We followers of Jesus will always be a minority in a pagan world. We do not have to bow to political compromise to win the world. The only way to usher in the kingdom is by the cross.

    1:20 PM Just back from Hickory, NC, where I had the honor of speaking Saturday and Sunday night and Sunday morning at First Baptist Icard and Blackburn Baptist. Notice I wore a tie on Sunday morning, even though I wasn’t asked to.

    This was quite a step for me as I triple hate wearing anything around my neck. (P.S. There will be no ties in heaven. Guaranteed.)  On Saturday and Sunday night I was one of three speakers at Icard’s annual revival services. (Note the casual dress.)

    And here I’m having lunch with Micheal and Rachel Pardue and their 7 kids. Total fun.

    Micheal is an Ed.D. grad of our seminary. His dissertation focused on the benefits and challenges of online education. He told me the title but I promptly forgot it. Sorry! Finally, here’s the librarian at Blackburn.

    I had just donated copies of Becky’s autobiography My Life Story to the church library, along with a copy of Running My Race. I’ve always loved church libraries. A library is a great way to support a church’s ministries.

    I did a lot of driving this weekend. Oh my gosh I love the Southeast in the fall! Of course, it’s a bummer that I couldn’t climb Mt. Mitchell, but the mountain ain’t goin’ nowhere no how. Road trips are always a blast. Well, sometimes I hate them, but usually I love them. I often sing my heart out before I reach my destination. While I was in Hickory my car key stopped working and a good buddy was kind enough to drive a spare to me. (A million thanks, Jason!). In the afternoons, during my down times, I usually get caught up on my blog reading as well as reading books I’ve been neglecting for far too long. While in Hickory I was able to use the hotel’s weight room, plus I got in several miles of jogging. My next big race in Dec. 10 — Race 13.1 in Durham, NC. Looks like I’ll need to break out my winter running gear. The official charity of the race is the Heart 2 Heart Collaborative, which support’s Duke’s Children’s Heart Program.

    I’ll be back later with a wrap-up of the reading I did this weekend, but right now I’m going to take a short rest. Believe it not, the weather has allowed us to cut yet another field, so it looks like I’ll be picking up bales this evening.

    Saturday, November 19

    9:40 AM Wow. 153 years ago today. Watch “Lincoln”give the Gettysburg Address.

    9:10 AM Happiness is getting a new picture of your grandson.

    9:02 AM Well, it’s almost Thanksgiving (even though the stores are already playing Christmas music — go figure). So today I’m going to begin a series of blog posts about what I’m most thankful for. Two weeks ago, on the third anniversary of Becky’s death, my friend Kevin Brown drove 3 hours to spend time with me and to lecture in my New Testament class. I couldn’t be more grateful for his friendship. He is the closest of brothers and an actual, real-life disciple of Jesus. I’m incredibly thankful to labor alongside such beautiful believers. Two days ago I passed out to each member of my New Testament class two of Kevin’s books — Rite of Passage for the Home and Church, and To Date or Not to Date — gifts from the author. Folks, these are the kinds of friends I have. I love the way they serve, build, love, reimagine, evaluate, restart. I love the way that as leaders they stand beside (and not above) their people. They could care less about titles and offices. They are fully alive, fully human, and fully in love with the church.

    I’ve been rereadingEscape from Colditz and I don’t think that any of the escapees from this maximum security POW camp in Germany could have escaped on their own. One of the reasons we Christians need church is our desire for community. The best relationships in life are reciprocal. “The only way we can be absolutely sure that we’ve been transferred from death to life is that we love our brothers and sisters.” It is sobering to realize that I am living out the end of my years in the company of such saints. Together, I want to grow. Together, I want to seek and obey truth. Together, I want to live with open-hearted love for others. Together.

    Kevin is as good as it gets. I can still see him teaching a group of church elders in Alaba, Ethiopia. I can still remember all the times Becky and I enjoyed the hospitality of Kevin and his dear wife Pam in their home in Wilkesboro. I want to learn more of what it means to love like that. I want to find God as much in my Christian family as I do in His creation. I sense the Spirit trying to build something new in my heart. I find myself craving human companionship — the joy of being with people who refuse to follow a political leader and are content to be apprentices of Jesus. I am an exile in a very broken world, but the good news is that I don’t have to travel alone. Neither do you, my friend.

    So, beginning today, and for all of our days, let’s pray with and for each other. No, the bride of Christ isn’t perfect, but she’s beautiful. And here’s the secret: the more we grow closer to Jesus, the more we grow closer to one another. So thank you, Kevin, for being much more than a brother to me. Thank you for being one of the best friends a person could have. I can’t imagine being where I am today without the faithful friendship and prayers of people like you. And Lord, I pray for that person who is reading my blog right now and needs a friend. I pray that You would grant them the desires of their heart. Because today we can do this crazy thing called discipleship. Together.

    8:10 AM Today (okay, always) I’ve been wanderlusting for a high peak and was all stoked to climb Mount Mitchell on Monday but, come to find out, the park is closed because the rangers are off somewhere fighting fires. So today I’ll drive to the mountains in the hopes of finding a couple of greenways near Hickory where I can get wild and wooly on my trusty mountain bike. The endless summer days of long hikes are just about ancient history, so I want to take advantage of the warm weather the Lord has sent our way. (I’m also yakking three times in Hickory.) That being said, for those of you who like reading my books, I’m humbled to announce (finally!) the publication of my magnum opus.

    I know what you’re thinking: How can a board with four wheels on it be exciting? Well, all of your questions have now been answered definitively in what is sure to become the go-to reference work. Everything is explained in easy-to-read language — the shape of the board, the size of the wheels, how to pull off a successful Olie, how to raise $30,000 to cover your medical bills, etc. One reviewer has said, “Reading Black on skateboarding and surfing is like reading Hemingway on bullfighting.” In this massive 8,000-page tome, you can learn how to live life through the gloss resin of a surfboard. Entries include:

    • If there’s a will, there’s a wave

    • When nothing’s going right, go left

    • Sorry I’m late. Had a board meeting

    • Goes crowd surfing: Drowns

    • The motion of the ocean

    In the words of professional surfer Kelly Slater, “Elegantly written and structured, Black’s Encyclopedia of Surfing and Skateboarding is more than a reference work. It’s an intellectual autobiography.” The introductory price is a mere $299.00, and all proceeds from book sales will go to The Dave Black Needy Children (and Grandchildren) Fund (lest they forget that their dad/granddad was once a surfer duuuuuuude).

    Finally (for now), the haying season is drawing to a close. I’m very thankful for the three cuttings we were able to get up this year. But it taxed our farm resources to the max.

     We’re all ready for a break I think.

    Friday, November 18

    8:20 AM Prayer really does change things. God is looking for those who will “stand in the breech.” Prayer can move mountains. This morning I prayed again for our president-elect. We are supposed to honor and pray for those in leadership (and pay our taxes, too!). Romans 12 is especially helpful in this regard. Here Paul teaches at length about what sincere love looks like: love among Christians (12:3-8), love for all people (12:9-13), and love for our enemies, with an additional exhortation that we are to to live in peace with all people (12:14-21). Paul can summarize his teaching about love in 13:8-10: we are to do no wrong to others. Tucked away in between these passages about love is the passage on authorities. Paul is reminding his readers that the authorities are also people whom they must respect and honor. Paul is saying in effect that the Christian must pray for all people. No one can be excluded from our intercession, our appeal that God would bless them. Certainly our prayer will not be for their destruction. Nor will it be a prayer that they win political victories or stay in power or defeat their adversaries. It will be a prayer for their salvation (if we think they need to be converted), that they tell the truth, that they renounce injustice, etc. As someone has said, we pray for them and not against them. We thus have to remind each other that though we may be revolted by certain actions and attitudes of our leaders, and even though we might be ready to protest, we are to pray for them. Pray that they will govern with wisdom for the “welfare of the city” (Jer. 29:7). Pray that God would accomplish His purposes through them. Pray for their health and safety. Pray for our divided nation. Pray for racial reconciliation in our communities. Pray that we would stop looking with contempt on those on the other side. Pray for the victims of bigotry and racism. Pray for an end to disrespect for law enforcement and for an end to police mistreatment of citizens. Pray that the president would have an open mind and listening ears. Above all, pray that God’s kingdom would come, that His will would be done, on earth — in our neighborhoods, our cities, and our nation — as it is in heaven.

    People, whether in government or not, know when they are being deceived or fooled by sham or pretense. They know when someone really cares about them, bears with their shortcomings (which may be considerable), ministers to their needs, and prays for them consistently. Faith and hope are magnificent virtues. But the greatest of these is love. Love is the first word and the last word in politics. Love never fails.

    8:02 AM Steve Walton, who teaches New Testament and Greek at London School of Theology, holds views about leadership that aren’t necessarily new but they suffer from neglect. I recently bought this book.

    (Yes, I still buy books but most of them will end up on someone else’s bookshelf.) It contains a superb essay by Steve Walton called “Paul, Patronage and Pay: What Do We Know about the Apostle’s Financial Support?” On the one hand, he says, Paul refused to accept financial support from others. But another portrait of Paul we find in the New Testament has him accepting such support. “Can we find a larger framework which holds together our two sets of evidence…?” asks Walton (p. 231). Is Paul being a hypocrite? The answer, he says, may well lie on the one hand in Paul’s concern that the gospel message be free to all, and on the other hand in Paul’s understanding of the church as a new community in which all social hierarchy is abolished and mutuality of concern for one another is the watchword. “As a general policy, Paul did not wish to be under any human individual’s patronage, for that might limit his gospel ministry” (p. 232). On the other hand, and significantly, Paul understood himself to be in a partnership with the churches he had founded — which meant he was free to accept their gifts as coming from God himself (the meaning of Phil. 4:13 in context). “This radical understanding of equality implied mutuality of concern for one another in submission to God” (p. 232). Need I go on? I have often said that I am not trying to keep anyone involved in missionary work from accepting gifts from fellow believers. I have done so myself. We must not equate support with anti-Christianity. Nor would I adopt a view that rejects deputation that is required for deployment abroad. I simply desire it to be stated that there is a general orientation in Paul that is perfectly clear — on the one side, the need to work with our hands and not mooch off the charity of others; and on the other hand the counterweight of a Christianity that blesses and praises mutuality and amity. “Paul … re-drew the map of human relationships offered by the patronage system by placing God in Christ at the center, rather than the emperor — the gospel reshaped his understanding of the way the world is meant to be” (p. 232). Our Savior told us to lay up treasures in heaven.Paul says, “Set your affections on things above” (Col. 3:2). Are we fixed on this kind of “overhead”? Have we invested everything down here and so have no other resources for heavenly purposes? Are we occupied so much with “right” and “left” that we fail to distinguish between “above” and “below”?  So often when we older adults look back on our lives we have many regrets, if not remorse. But it’s never too late to develop an “other” orientation in life. I for one want to live like Paul (and Jesus). Travel light. Don’t be encumbered with possessions and things. “Take nothing for your journey” (Luke 9:3). True life consists not of the abundance of possessions but of who we are, our character. Maybe the later years are a good time to clear out the clutter and begin to give things away — to family, to friends, to charities, to evangelists in foreign lands, to the needy all around us. Maybe it’s not too late to learn how to center on life’s true priorities instead of on life’s incidentals.

    Thursday, November 17

    6:20 PM Hey folks. Here’s a quick update for today. I promise to blog more tomorrow. This afternoon I’ve been doing lots of reading about hiking in North Carolina. In fact, Lord willing I’d like to try my hand at Mount Mitchell this coming Monday. The Mount Mitchell Trail is a strenuous 11-mile hike with an elevation gain of 3,689 feet. I’m told the trail conditions are very tough but that the rewards of standing at the summit are out of this world. After all, Mount Mitchell is the highest peak east of the Mississippi, with an elevation of 6,684 feet. I hope to combine this hike with a couple of speaking engagements I have in Hickory, NC, this weekend. To try and keep in good shape for my climbing, earlier today I did a 5-mile sprint on my mountain bike and averaged almost 13 miles per hour.

    I tell you, just sitting on my bike gets my adrenaline flowing. The surge hits even harder when I get into speed clips, gathering velocity rapidly. I love biking because of the contrast it poses to walking, running, and climbing. With bikes, very little is required of the cyclist. You just keep peddling. Of course, because we live in an injury-prone world, I never ride without my helmet. And, as with mountaineering, I’m pretty much a rank novice when it comes to biking — which always reminds me of Mark Twain’sdelightful essay about his initial attempt at cycling.

    In other news, today I reread C. H. Dodd’s classic book The Apostolic Preaching and Its Development. Dodd notes that there’s a sharp distinction in the New Testament between preaching and teaching. The former addresses non-believers, while the latter is directed toward believers. The former involves evangelism and church planting, while the latter is intended for the pastoral needs of established churches. If we are to fulfill the Great Commission, therefore, our responsibility is not only to make converts but to ensure (to the degree that are we able) that these converts complete the journey toward transformation into Christ-likeness that begins at the moment of conversion. I thought about this because earlier today I met for coffee and donuts with one of my doctoral students named Joshua.

    Together we’ve been working through my book Interpreting the New Testament and so far have covered such topics as hermeneutics and authority, textual criticism, source criticism, form criticism, redaction criticism, literary criticism, and sociological criticism. Today we also exegeted the Great Commission of Matt. 28:19- from the Greek text. As we began, my prayer was that the Holy Spirit would sweep into our lives, upending any pride and presuppositions about the text we might have.

    I prayed that this passage would become like that annoying woman in Jesus’ parable, pestering us until we were moved out of ignorance and apathy. The more Joshua and I studied and dissected and critically discussed this passage, the more deeply convinced we became of Christ’s all-encompassing authority. I thought to myself: This is who we are —  brothers quietly doing the hard work of the kingdom in an Amish bakery, asking ourselves such questions as

    • Why is this noun arthrous and the next one isn’t?

    • Why is the aorist imperative used here instead of the present?

    • Is this participle indicating attendant circumstance or not?

    • What exactly does the verb matheteuo mean?

    • Are baptizontes and didaskontes both modal participles?

    • Is the second participle subordinated to the first one?

    • Can a Christian be taught without first being baptized?

    • And why did Jesus say “all the days” instead of “always” in verse 20?

    You see, friends, the kingdom of heaven is nouns and verbs and participles and conjunctions and adverbs and imperatives and subordinate clauses. It’s a flame that consumes you and purifies you and sets everything in your life aglow. The church is missional because it has a missional God who gave us a missional word that can only be understood through His missional Spirit. Discipleship can therefore never be only about book learning. As we see in our text, Jesus doesn’t say, “Teach them all I have commanded you.” He said, “Teach them to observe all I have commanded you.” I tell you: that is not the same thing. This is why Greek is so important to me. My study of the Greek text has changed the trajectory of my entire life. It has exposed areas of my life where I was either apathetic or downright disobedient. Folks, it’s going to take all of God’s people obeying all of Christ’s commands to rise above the narrow prejudices of our politics and attract people to the glorious mercy of Jesus. But how can we obey without knowing what those commands are? We can’t. We need to help each other see those commands. Sharing my love of the word with others is the delightful work I’ve been commissioned to do. And watching my students learn to stand on their own two feet is my greatest reward.

    What makes the gospel such good news is not only the concept of “gospel” but the real-life people who have been changed by it. And that, in fact, is what Jesus is teaching us in Matt. 28:19-. “As you go, train the people of every nation how to become my obedient followers, immersing them in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all I have commanded you. And remember: I am with you, day after day after day, until the end of the age.”

    Friends, our lives are too important to waste them away on anything less than being people who live on mission together, obediently pursuing the downward path of Jesus, performing small acts of love and giant feats of courage, living in solidarity with the “nothings” of this world, loving the forsaken and remembering the forgotten, caring for “the least of these,” and extending grace and healing to others. It’s so maddening to me that Christians just don’t seem to get the Great Commission. We go into church with empty notebooks and come out with full ones. But the world is increasingly uninterested in our knowledge. Our shame grenades and condescending stares are just not compelling. Jesus has a better approach. “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” When He tells us to take the lowest place, we do so gladly. When He strips away our titles, we release them with joy. We are no longer enslaved by our idols of greed and status. We embrace the truth of His kingdom — that the only way the kingdom can be strong is through weakness and vulnerability. Jesus’ command, “Love your enemies,” now begins to make sense. Because for all of our self-proclaimed love of the stranger, we realize that what we really love is “our” kind. And so we cry out, “God, wreck my life on the shoals of your word!”

    Yes, it all begins with the word. That’s what I’m teaching my students. Because that’s my job and my greatest joy. Church, may the truth of the word be unleashed in our hearts and reign over our pride. May we read the word, study the word, and obey the word. A New Testament church values biblical knowledge. God’s word transcends time and culture. But it’s only by obeying its truths that people will be drawn to the beauty of Jesus.

    Dave

    8:28 AM Yesterday, as Tate Cockrell walked us through the stages of grief — denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance — I bowed in gratitude for the cup the Father has given me, a cup no more bitter than the one He gave His Son, and I wondered: Shall I refuse it, or shall I grasp it with both hands through trustful acceptance? That’s basically the question Jody Neufeld is asking in her new book,Grief: Coping with Holidays.

    Grief is heightened during holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas, and the question we have to ask ourselves is, “Will we drink the cup of sorrow, thus allowing our suffering to become the substance of sacrifice — a love-offering to God, saying with Paul, ‘All I care about is knowing Christ — to experience the power of His resurrection and to share in His sufferings, in growing conformity with His death’?” This question is not academic for me. God has brought a severe mercy into my life, as He may have done in yours. His purpose is to deepen our awareness of the need to seek Him. It’s not wrong for us to grieve. But God matters more. He invites us, in the middle of our sorrow, to find Him, and in the process of finding Him we’ll find ourselves.

    I read this book in one sitting last night. It was a great encouragement. The book is written in honesty (Jody lost a son to cancer) and will help you move towards a better way of life. This book is not only for people experiencing grief but also for everyone, because all of us will one day walk the same path of sorrow. It’s a short read but very thoughtful. As I continue to confront Becky’s death and my own mortality, books like this one help me to grapple with loss. Grief, as Jody points out, is the intense emotional response to loss. It is natural that we should grieve. In short, I needed this book at this time. You too may find it very powerful and comforting.

    Wednesday, November 16

    7:08 PM Check out this awesome video. My face hurts from smiling. Talk about achieving a goal!

     

    6:34 PM Got time for an update?

    1) My hard-working Greek students taking their practice exam yesterday. The real one was sent home with them. Only two chapters to go. Yay!!!

    2) This was my final lunch meeting with Dr.-to-be Wesley Davey, who graduates next month.

    Congratulations, young man, and all best wishes to you as you launch out into the deep.

    3) What a great treat to have my colleague Tate Cockrell (counseling prof) stop by our New Testament class today to lecture on hope in the midst of suffering from 1 Peter.

    He shared five steps we can take when we share hope with sufferers: presence, silence, prayer, Scripture, and faithfulness. Folks, the best we can give sufferers is Jesus. No lectures, no entertainment, no clichés. He is the best, isn’t He?

    4) Happiness is a new granddaughter.

    Happy Birthday, Karis Lynn!

    5) Kudos to Antonio Piñero and Thomas Hudgins on the release of their latest book.

    6) I love libraries, and SEBTS has one of the finest in the country. In Basel I spent countless hours in dimly lit rooms roving the stacks. The idea of speaking in a library was as illicit as listening to your iPod in church. One day my first book (Paul, Apostle of Weakness) appeared in the card catalog. Talk about dying and going to heaven. I spend a lot of time in our library on campus. At my beck and call are countless wonders.

    The library allows me to stay up-to-date with current scholarship in my field while also providing me with a sense of community. Here’s a tome I checked out yesterday. I’m eager to read it this weekend.

    This week I also brushed up on my journals – New Testament Studies, Novum Testamentum, Theologische Zeitschrift, and the like. Lots of good stuff, including:

    • Paul Himes, “Why Did Peter Change the Septuagint?” (BBR).

    • Andrew Boakye, “Inhabiting the ‘Ressurectiform’ God: Death and Life as Theological Headline in Paul” (EQ).

    • Tobias Nicklas, “Neutestamentlicher Kanon, christliche Apokryphen und anti-christliche ‘Erinningskulturen'” (NTS).

    • Brent Nongbri, “The Construction of P. Bodmer VIII and the Bodmer ‘Composite’ or ‘Miscellaneous’ Codex” (NovT).

    • Ulrike Witten, “Geschichte der Diakonie (Teil 1)” (ThR).

    • David Sim, “The Gospel of Matthew and Galilee. An Evaluation of an Emerging Hypothesis” (ZNTW).

    • Andrew Gregory, “Acts and Christian Beginnings: A Review Essay” (JSNT).

    • G. D. Miller, “Ancient Rhetoric as a Guide to Literary Dependence: The Widow’s Mite” (Bib).

    • Daniel Kerber, “The Canon in the Vulgate Translation of the Bible” (BT).

    • Timothy Wardle, “Resurrection and the Holy City: Matthew’s Use of Isaiah in 27:51-53” (CBQ).

    One article in particular caught my eye. In the latest issue of Trinity Journal, Stan Porter asks (in essence), “Whatever happed to brevity?” His essay is titled, “Big Enough Is Big Enough.” He’s reviewing Craig Keener’s monumental 4-volume commentary on Acts (Baker).

    Porter seems to think that commentators should stick “closer to the Greek text” than Keener has (p. 45). In addition, Keener’s work, at 4,640 pages, is deemed too comprehensive in scope – what Porter calls “mission creep” (p. 35). Porter also seems to think that commentaries should be primarily exegetical in nature. “Scholars who have innovative ideas about related historical, theological, and other issues – and I hope that there are still some who do – should use monographs and journal articles for such major and significant contributions” (p. 45).

    There’s a lot of truth to what Porter is saying here – at least when it comes to book size. Robert Louis Stevenson once said, “The only art is to omit.” If it’s a choice between succinctness and verbosity, I’ll take the aphorist any day. “Bigger is better” may be a mantra among church planters and pastors, but too many writers seem to be afflicted by the disease of gigantism. Today’s writers bore on for far too long – including me (my book The New Testament: Its Background and Message tops out at a whopping 672 pages). So I’m not sure that Keener is the only one guilty of overwriting. In the menagerie of overweight books, one could perhaps include the most recently published “beginning” Greek grammars, including Porter’s Fundamentals of New Testament Greek, which consists of 492 pages. Rod Decker’s has even more: 704. Note that these are self-styled beginning grammars. Part of the problem is what I call “Got-To-Say-Everything-I-Know-About-the-Subject-Itis.” The result is often three books in one: a beginning grammar, an intermediate grammar, and a textbook on either textual criticism or linguistics. Keener, of course, is keenly aware of the breadth of his 4-volume commentary. In his own defense he writes (vol. 1, p. xv):

    Had I put this material instead into 350 nonoverlapping twenty-page articles or 35 two-hundred-page monographs (with at least one on each chapter of Acts), this research might have sold more copies but cost readers many times more.

    This statement is almost prescient: Keener seems to be anticipating Porter’s suggestion that scholars “use monographs and journal articles for such major and significant contributions.” Keener also directly addresses the issue of length when he writes (p. xv):

    … I have preferred to provide this material as thoroughly as possible as a single work, and I owe my publisher an immense debt of gratitude for accepting this work at its full length.

    That Keener combines exegetical insights with observations about theology, history, etc., should not surprise us. Keener is a self-confessed “generalist scholar” (p. 4, note 2) who grapples not only with the text but with sociohistorical questions as well. As he explains (p. 5), “While seeking to provide a commentary of some general value, I have concentrated on areas where I believe my own researcher’s contributions will be most useful.” His work therefore “…does not focus as much attention on lexical or grammatical details (a matter treated adequately by a number of other works).” In short, Keener views his work as “sociorhetorical” (p. 25), pure and simple. I therefore fail to see how one can fault him for not being “exegetical” enough when he himself makes it clear that he doesn’t deal simply with Greek exegesis. In short, I agree with N. T. Wright:

    With this enormous commentary, Craig Keener deploys his breathtaking knowledge of the classical world to shine a bright light on both the big picture of Acts and ten thousand small details. Students of Acts will be in his debt for generations to come.

    I for one have benefited greatly from Keener’s insights into the text of Acts. It’s one of the first commentaries I turn to whenever I need help in interpreting Luke’s history of the church. Keener does a fantastic job of explaining the text in a way that’s easy to understand. Used alongside the “Four Bs” (Barrett, Bock, Bruce, and Ben [Witherington]), I think you’ll find Keener’s work to be a rich source of information about Acts. Sociorhetorical analysis is Keener’s area of specialty and it shows. You would have to buy several commentaries on Acts to cover this much ground. Also worth noting is the fact that both Jimmy Dunn and Richard Bauckham have endorsed this commentary. Indeed, so did Stan Porter(at the Amazon site):

    Early Christianity developed in a complex and multifaceted context, one that Craig Keener masterfully presents in this socially and historically oriented commentary on Acts. As one has come to expect from Keener, there is thorough knowledge and use of the best and most important secondary literature and abundant utilization of a wide range of ancient sources. This is a commentary that will continue to serve as a detailed resource for both scholars and students.

    I can’t recommend Keener’s works enough. That goes for all of his books. Ditto for Stan Porter. His books are always extremely well-researched. We might disagree in terms of Greek pedagogy (there’s much to be said for brevity), but when grammatical issues arise, Porter’s voice is always a good one to take into account.

    Tuesday, November 15

    8:02 AM Potpourri ….

    1) Check out the“What’s New?” section of our Greek Portal. We’re always adding goodies such as Daniel Streett’s “The Great Greek Pronunciation Debate.”

    2) Honesty in the pulpit? Allen Bevere says yes — sort of. ReadIn Preaching, There Is a Fine Line Between Disclosure and Exposure. My two cents? Pastors are incredibly human. Yet how often do we hear this from the pulpit? According to Bo Lane (“Why Do So Many Pastors Leave the Ministry?”), 70 percent of pastors fight depression; 80 percent believe ministry negatively affects their families; 70 percent don’t have a single close friend; and 90 percent work between 55 and 75 hours per week. Pastor friend, your people are broken. So are you. Be more than a leader. Be a brother to us. Be real. Be human. No need for flowery speech, by the way. Just talk to us. And when the pressure gets to be too much (“I can’t do it all!”), why not try sharing the load with other qualified leaders, thus enjoying a “fellowship of leadership” (Michael Green)?

    3)Bridges or walls? The choice is ours.

    4) Going to AAR/SBL? Here’s somegood advice on how to behave.

    5) Trump won.Deal with it.

    Monday, November 14

    8:34 PM Yo yo yo! I’m back. So many good, God things to report about. On my flight from Dallas tonight I began putting together the final touches to my return trip to Zermatt and the Alps next July. What fun. I am never happier, more at peace, more inspired, and more aware of my Creator than when I find myself in a natural setting not much different from the way He made it. There’s a special pleasure not only in these moments of planning a trip but also in my thoughts months before and afterwards. When I was a boy in Hawaii I read all about the places I wanted to visit. But reading is never enough. There is nothing like being there. In every one of my trips I don’t remember a single dull or unenjoyable moment. Even when there’s an element of difficulty and even danger, there are unknown regions and new adventures to be enjoyed. When I look at how lovely creation is, I can understand what led Henry David Thoreau to write, “The earth was the most glorious instrument, and I was audience to its strains.”

    Zermatt is one of the most magical places in the world. It has a clear view of some of the region’s highest mountains, including the Breithorn, the Oberrothorn, and yes, the Matterhorn.

    It was here that I first summited a 4,000-meter peak. I felt like I was in an Agatha Christie novel. Everywhere I looked I saw mountain peaks that attracted climbers from all over the world. I was sobered by these reminders of human courage and the danger of high altitude climbing. Perhaps for the first time in my life I understood what “breathtaking” literally meant. Knowing nothing about the technical aspects of climbing, I was of course dependent on my faithful guide. Once, as we scrambled up the Klettersteig, I could not imagine how I had ever gotten myself into such a predicament. It took me 4 hours to climb 1,800 vertical feet. Far below us sat the village of Zermatt. I had no time to think about what I was doing. The climb was steep and treacherous, demanding one’s full concentration. But eventually the ascent was over. I had set for myself a formable goal and reached it. And I did it without ever allowing myself to doubt myself or my abilities. By the end of the day I wanted to kill myself for having the idea of climbing the Klettersteig, but every terrifying step was worth it and more.

    Afterwards I looked forward to more adventures in the mountains. My visit to the Swiss Alps was more wonderful — and arduous — than I ever envisioned in all my months of planning. Here, in the middle of Europe, everything I had seen was as different as possible from my life growing up in the Islands. I would never have imagined, as a boy surfing at Kailua Beach, that I’d climb the Alps — except in a dream. I’m inspired by the saints of Hebrews 11 — each one a giant of the faith, yet each a part of the gallant crew manning the oars of the same ship of faith. What they all had in common was the fact that they finished the race. When I think of finishing well, I think of my doctoral students, including Wesley who passed his orals last Friday with flying colors. Here’s Dr. Merkle during the exam.

    And here’s yours truly.

    Our responsibilities were simple: check Wesley’s work for accuracy, readability, and scholarship; examine the author with all the benevolence of the Spanish Inquisition; and blend appreciation with fatherly advice. There’s a kind of joy that comes only when we finish something. When I ran my first half marathon (13.1 miles), I saw runners dropping out of the race. For whatever reason, they failed to finish. For me, no matter how much I ached, especially after 10 miles, quitting was not an option. When I stepped up to the starting line my goal was to experience the joy of crossing the finish line. Finishing a Ph.D. is a huge accomplishment. Nothing beats the feeling of pure exhilaration that you have. At first it’s a surreal experience. And even when you get used to being called a “doctor,” you quickly realize that your Ph.D. is really only a starting point in the high stakes situations you’ll encounter throughout life.

    So what’s your dream? What’s your purpose in life? Who are you at your core? What is your personal mission for the next season of your life? There are at least 7 steps in goal-setting.

    1) Decide what you want to do.

    2) Write it down, making sure it’s specific.

    3) Share it with someone.

    4) Plan your first step, and then the next one, and then the next.

    6) Celebrate!

    7) Decide on your next goal.

    This weekend I had the goal of beating the magical 30-minute mark during Saturday’s 5K at Whitt Elementary School. Last year I finished with a time of 2:48 at this event. This year’s course was a lot hillier, however, and the best I could do was 32:00. But I did my best, and that’s what always counts the most.

    I also wanted to spend some quality time with mom and dad. My goal was to love on them and remind them that they are special to me.

    Wherever I go, I always have goals. As Zig Ziglar puts it, “What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” And the secret to achieving your goals is starting. I may not always reach my goals, but I never regret the effort I put into them.

    Right now my goal is to cook supper and eat. I’m famished.

    Bye for now,

    Dave

    Friday, November 11

    6:58 AM Time to fly from RDU to DFW. It’ll be a long flight, but it could be worse. I could be flying to Sioux City (SUX) or Helsinki (HEL) or Damascus (DAM). In case you ever do fly into one of those cities, you might want to avoid using their acronyms. I’ll be off the grid for a while, soaking up the Texas sun. I LOVE Dallas. The only thing I’m freaking out about? Over-eating. (Less politely: Gluttony.) Thankfully, Murphy has a green belt that is perfect for jogging. Between busy farm work and teaching, it’ll be good to take a break. Wish the old man well on tomorrow’s race!

    Thursday, November 10

    9:14 PM I’m very jazzed. Just received an email from the Heltons reporting how their fund-raiser went. You may recall the event: The Ellie Helton Memorial 5K and Fun Run in Cary, NC. It was held on October 15. The report I just received is full of good news. There were a gaggle of participants in the race (422 walkers and runners). Participants came from 3 countries and 27 states (including, ahem, Virginia). More than 70 volunteers helped with the event. (Can’t do anything without them.) And the best news of all: Over $56,000 was raised for the Brain Aneurism Foundation. That’s a 20 percent increase over 2015! The email even included professionally-taken pix of the event, including one of this guy.

    And here’s the Helton family.

     

    I want to thank the Heltons for deciding to honor the memory of their daughter in such a fabulous way. I didn’t understand what this was all about before Becky died. Now I do. Keep doing what you’re doing, folks. So much love to your entire team!

    5:58 PM Hey folks! After an oral dissertation defense meeting on campus tomorrow morning, I’m off to the Big D for a few days. I’m going to eat beef ribs at Spring Creek Barbeque. Then too, I always enjoy Sheba’s Ethiopian Kitchen. Saturday I’ve got a 5K. But my main goal is to spend time with mom and dad. (Note: They are Becky’s parents but I don’t call them my in-laws. They are my mom and dad, and I’m right proud of it.) While I’m on the plane, I’ll be working up a new book proposal. It has do with Greek, of all things. I love Greek. It’s what I do. I love helping people understand it, read it, and use it — properly. Believe it nor not, there’s a lot of abuse out there. It’s what I call “evangelical Greek.” (That’s when I’m in a good mood. Otherwise the name for it is “philological voodoo.”) So part of my job as a Greek teacher is prophylactic: helping people avoid misusing the language. “So what’s your book project?” The working title is Ask the Greek Prof. You know, questions such as “Is Greek really necessary to understand the New Testament?” (The short answer is no. The longer answer is a bit trickier.) Or, “When my pastor says, ‘The word in the Greek means …,’ can I trust him?” Or, “My Bible has many footnotes with alternative renderings of words. What’s going on here?” Or, “I’ve noticed that the NKJV has ‘without a cause’ in Matt. 5:22, while my NIV lacks these words. Which reading is original? Did Jesus forbid all anger or only anger ‘without a cause’? How can I know for sure?”

    This is going to be so fun. If you’d like to suggest a question, feel free to send it to me at dblack@sebts.edu. The question can be general (“How can I learn Greek?”) or specific (“What does Paul mean by ‘I do not permit a woman to teach or exercise authority over a man’ in 1 Tim. 2:12?”). I’m hesitant to say the idea will ever get off the ground (is there a publisher out there crazy enough to want to tackle a book like this?), but I thought I’d give it a whack. At worst, it will make for some interesting blog posts.

    1:12 PM Just heard from India. Mammen Joseph reports that the Becky Black Building in Bagdogra continues to be put to very good use. An additional 500 students are being enrolled in the day school, and they currently have 42 students enrolled in their evening Bible School. Here are the Bible School students in front of the BBB:

    It’s been my joy to have partnered with Mammen and his son Moncy (a former student of mine) for many years now. Local leaders who are capable of long-term leadership in their communities are essential to the mission work I do.

    1:06 PM I’m really sorry to hear that Diane Rehm is leaving NPR. She’s 79, however. Since 1998 she’s suffered from spasmodic symphonia — involuntary muscle spasms of the vocal cords. Still, she carried on, and I appreciated that, though not everyone did. Here she rebukes Rush Limbaugh’s despicable mockery of Michael J. Fox’s disability. (Rush has also been known to mock Diane.)

    My stars! Who in the world do we think we are when we think we can mock the disabled among us? Meanwhile, I’m curious to see who NPR chooses as Diane’s successor. I hope it’s someone known for his or her uninhibited questioning style and refined sense of humor — two qualities that were on display for all to hear whenever Diane Rehm spoke. Diane truly had something special about her.

    You will be missed, Mrs. Rehm.

    9:30 AM John Stemberger poses3 questions evangelicals should pose about Donald Trump. His essay first appeared on January 6 of this year but I think the questions are still relevant today. If fact, maybe they are even more relevant today than before the election.

    8:40 AM Good morning, internet peeps. I’m feeling tons better today, thanks to a good night’s sleep and a couple of Airbornes. It’s been a long time since I’ve “enjoyed” a full-blown head cold. I think this is partly due to being fit. Just as importantly, I’m learning to listen to my body. At my age, when you begin to sneeze and cough you can’t just “push through.” Your body is saying, “Dave, you need to slow down and stop. Immediately. Rest up and together we can beat this thing.” We should not accept the generosity of medical professionals who allow us to weigh more than we should and have an unhealthy lifestyle because we are “too old” for it to matter. It always matters. The extent that we function is the extent that we live. And function comes from movement. It’s the result of a lifestyle that includes regular exercise, a healthy diet, and avoidance of stress. I am 64. The average life expectancy for me is 13.4 years. But the average active life expectancy is only 9.3 years. Translation: I can expect to spend about 40 percent of my remaining years in a state of dependency, needing someone to take care of me. I think that’s appalling. Clearly what is needed is an active program of exercise and activity for the aging. Prolonged senescence? Not for me, if I can avoid it. Science can keep us alive. But fitness allows us to live.

    By the way, I see that President Obama is meeting with our president-elect today. If the American experience is anything, it’s the peaceful transference of power. Democratic elections change office holders. It’s as simple as that. We thereby avoid civil war. Without this, true democracy doesn’t exist or is, at best, incomplete. For our part, American citizens can continue to uphold high standards both for ourselves and for our elected officials. Every democracy on earth is an emerging democracy in the sense that democracies are always in danger of sinking into apathy and fascism. So while it’s important for political parties to remain focused on their platforms and agendas, it’s also important that they remain parties of principle. I guess what I’m saying is that we can be sincere partisans but what’s even more important is democracy itself. So I’m glad for what’s happening at the White House today. Believe me, I’ve been in countries where this would be unthinkable. Meanwhile, as Christians we can and must take Paul’s words seriously: “First of all, then, I urge that petitions, prayers, intercession, and thanksgiving be made for all people — for kings and those in authority — so that we might live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness. This is good and pleases God our Savior.” And guess what? I don’t think Paul meant praying for their demise.

    To change the subject, this morning I began reading this book.

    Aviation safety has always fascinated me, partly because I fly so much. Airplanes have always crashed — includingIcarus, who plummeted to death because of “equipment malfunction.” Still, flying is the safest form of transportation. I’m much more likely to get into an accident on a bus or a train than on an airplane. Plane disasters, however, get more press. I’m old enough to remember the Tenerife Disaster, where 583 people lost their lives. Often, pilot error is involved (think Air France 447). Anyhow, this will be a good book to take with me on my flight to Dallas tomorrow (hehe).

    On a completely different note, this week in our Ph.D. seminar on Advanced Greek Grammar the topic was rhetorical criticism in New Testament studies, and I was again struck by my love for the Greek language. Of course, you’d expect that a man who’s written a number of books on New Testament Greek would be passionate about his subject. I can’t remember not loving Greek, or language in general for that matter. Ask almost anyone who teaches Greek where their love for the language began, and the answer will invariably be early childhood. To this day I can recall coming to my 5th grade classroom at Kainalu Elementary School and hearing my teacher say, “Cómo está usted?” The result was a lifelong obsession with languages. In college I was enthralled by my beginning Greek textbook (Summers). I spent hours cloistered in my dorm room reading it, immersed in a kind of linguistic swamp. It was here that I learned to love nouns and verbs and vocabulary and principal parts. When I was eventually asked to write my own beginning grammar, it was pretty exciting. And thus began a life-long career in writing books that I hope are accessible to the general public. I did not write for those with a professional interest in the subject. Even in the 1980s, I realized something about writing, namely that technical discussions are guaranteed to be tedious and boring — especially to me. In writing Greek textbooks, you’re not just teaching. You’re inspiring. (Aren’t they the same thing?) For most pastors, Greek is a necessary evil. It was probably required in their masters programs. Can’t we authors have pity on them and at least try to make our textbooks interesting? To be clear, I’m not extolling simplicity for simplicity’s sake. But rest assured that language learning can be fun, even if the process is sometimes aggravating. I’ve learned never to underestimate the potential of my students. Most are eager to do well in my classes. Isn’t their eagerness worth being compensated by easy-to-read books? Next time you’re on Amazon, check out the beginning Greek grammars being written these days. I know I’ll be chided for saying it, but what in the world ever happened to succinctness? And why can’t the books be eye-appealing? Your typical coffee table tomes, with their erudite melding of left- and right-brain sensibilities, are good examples of what I’m talking about.

    Let me use an analogy from air travel. I fly. A lot. Thus I’m familiar with many different types of aircraft. Now, Boeing has designed an attractive fleet of airliners, but none is more distinctive — or as “beautiful” if I can use that word — as the 747.

    I took my first ride on the Big Bird in 1971 when I flew from Honolulu to LAX. It’s hard to look at a 747 without being impressed. The plane looks less like an airliner and more like an ocean vessel in the Cutty Sark mold or maybe a sleek, stylish yacht. No other aircraft can arouse such admiration. On the other side of the pond, however, Airbus engineers have moved in a different direction. Witness the Airbus 380 — the largest, most expensive, most fuel efficient, and arguably the most uninspiring aircraft being manufactured today.

    This disregard for esthetics, we’re told, is due to concerns for efficiency and economy. So what. I think the plane is downright ugly. The 747 is my kind of aircraft. The upper deck reminds me of being in the narthex of a great cathedral. The plane is just gorgeous. Clearly, the engineers at Boeing understood art. Can’t we Greek authors do the same?

    Just wondering ….

    Wednesday, November 9

    5:18 PM Hello blogging friends,

    I trust you’re doing well. I’m sitting here nursing a head cold and trying to grasp the significance of what our nation just experienced. But first of all I want to join President Obama and Secretary Clinton in congratulating Mr. Trump on his election victory. I also promise to pray for him as he begins his term of office. As President Obama put it today, “We’re all rooting for his success.”

    As you can probably figure out, I’m pretty much a conscientious objector when it comes to the Left/Right political wars. I guess I’m a self-described “misfit.” I call myself neither a Republican nor a Democrat. Unlike some of my fellow evangelicals, I came out neither for nor against Mr. Trump. This kind of politicization within evangelicalism is nothing new. On the Right we hear that we are to vote for the platform and not the person. But on the Right we also hear that we are to vote on issues of personal morality and not merely on pragmatic ones. Hence the dichotomy: some evangelical Republicans were enthusiastically supportive of Trump, while others were adamantly opposed to him. Growing up, I was taught that Republican is always right and Democrat is always evil. That, to me, is a distinction without a difference. I thinkRuss Moore nails it when he says that, after yesterday’s election, we evangelicals are “to maintain a prophetic clarity that is willing to call to repentance everything that is unjust and anti-Christ, whether that is the abortion culture, the divorce culture, or the racism/nativism culture.” In other words, be an equal-opportunity offender. He adds:

    We can be the people who tell the truth, whether it helps or hurts our so-called “allies” or our so-called “enemies.”

    He’s right. How can we defend a so-called “Christian” America that is hypocritical, homophobic, anti-immigrant, sexist, and bigoted? We can’t. Nor can we invoke a social gospel that ignores the personal gospel of faith in Christ. I believe that Left or Right, there’s an awful lot of corruption in politics. And the best way of addressing these issues, as my colleague Chuck Lawless put it today in his essay 10 Reflections on Today’s Election, is to acknowledge:

    I am to be a good citizen of the United States while recognizing that the U.S. is not my final home. I am to stand for righteousness today even as I await the return of the Son.

    I’ll add this. As far as I can see, I don’t think that past political dichotomies such as “Left” and “Right” matter that much to the students I teach. Younger evangelicals find themselves operating more and more outside of the traditional evangelical apparatus. For instance, younger evangelicals are more likely to have a gay friend than their parents and therefore tend to be more sympathetic to the gay rights movement even as they reject homosexuality as a sin. Ditto for issues of creation care and economic justice. They’re willing to probe theological and cultural issues that tend to be unwelcome in more established and traditional churches. They’re watching movies like Hate Rising. This means that at times they feel out of touch with the evangelical establishment. As I see it, this is a positive development. What we are seeing is the development of ordinary, rag-tag radicals who fear that both the Christian Right and the Christian Left have been allowed to pervert the gospel message and are determined to speak up about it. “Vote for so-and-so because he believes in Jesus as his personal Savior and supports ‘our’ values” no longer cuts it for them. They view such language as overly-politicized. And they’re not the only ones. Our evangelical “elders” have also struggled to make sense of the current scene in American politics – witness Wayne Grudem’s initial support of Trump as a “morally good choice,” then his taking a 180 degree turn from that position, and then finally expressing his support for Trump’s policies.  This sense of uncertainty and ambivalence is dramatically reshaping the evangelical political agenda in the U.S. In such situations, the church may have an opportunity. To quote Moore again:

    The most important lesson we should learn is that the church must stand against the way politics has become a religion, and religion has become politics. We can hear this idolatrous pull even in the apocalyptic language used by many in this election—as we have seen in every election in recent years—that this election is our “last chance.” And we can hear it in those who assume that the sort of global upending we see happening in the world—in Europe, in the Middle East, and now in the United States—mean a cataclysm before which we should panic.

    Moore insists that such language “is not worthy of a church that is already triumphant in heaven….”

    The church must be, as Martin Luther King Jr. taught us—the conscience of the state. But we do that from a place of gospel power, not a place of cowering fear. That means that we—all of us—should see this election as important for our country, but not ultimate for our cosmos.

    I couldn’t have said it any better myself. The good news is that one day Jesus will win, not only all 50 states, but every tribe and nation. I for one am looking forward to that day. Meanwhile, having shattered the monopoly of the mainstream media and the political establishment in Washington, Donald Trump has revolutionized our entire view of evangelicalism. His “revolution” has shown that the old guard’s influence on the evangelical political agenda is still alive and well. This may well lead to new and profound changes in the way we American evangelicals conceptualize our role in society. I doubt, however, that younger evangelicals, the “ordinary radicals,” will be deterred in their efforts to develop a kinder, gentler form of evangelicalism. After all, they have begun traveling the downward path of Jesus. They’ve also begun reading their Bibles. And that is a very dangerous thing to do.

    Staying centered in Jesus,

    Dave

    Monday, November 7

    5:05 PM If you take a picture of yourself when voting in North Carolina, you can expect to be in legal trouble. We Virginians, of course, are much more laissez faire. To see if your state allows selfies while voting, clickhere.

    4:48 PM Today I got three books about running in the mail. Woooohoooo! Each book is written for rank beginners like me. I dare say these books could not have been written 40 or 50 years ago. During the running boom of the 1960s and 1970s, running was pretty much an elite club. Few newcomers were welcome. All that has changed today. A new wave began in the 1990s. Now everybody is welcome, regardless of who you are, how much you weigh, your motives for running, etc. As one book states, “You already have everything you need to be a long-distance runner. It’s mind-set — not miles — that separates those who do from those who dream.” I like that. They add: “We haven’t found a mortal who couldn’t run a half- or full marathon.” Hmm. I’m not so sure about that. Still, for many things in life, it’s tenacity that counts, not talent. I’ll never forget my first race. It was a 5K in Raleigh. The only thing I wanted to do was finish. And guess what? I finished, and I didn’t even come in last place. Fast forward about a year. Since I was beginning to find my inner long-distance runner, I decided to compete in my first half marathon, again in the City of Oaks. I’d have to say that running that half was one of the best experiences of my life, ranking right up there with my wedding day and my graduation from the University of Basel. As I crossed the finish line I couldn’t believe how many people were there, cheering me on. Here I am at the very end of the race. Happy much?

    Nowadays my goal is to run longer, a bit faster, and especially smarter. Earlier today I mentioned the 10K I want to compete in next month. “Why not another half?” you ask? Believe me, I thought about it. But one of the biggest mistakes new runners make is over-estimating their ability and readiness. I made that mistake when I did my first marathon (unofficial) a week ago. As one of the books states, “Goals can never be too high, but expectations can.” Last week I got a good taste of humble pie. When I finished I could not have taken another step. Literally. But as with mountaineering, I’m learning as I go along. One lesson I’ve already learned? Hitting a wall and learning to climb it. Patience is a runner’s most important training tool. So I’ll do a 10K and see how that goes. Then a couple more halfs. I’ve already picked a tentative date in the future when I’d like to try my first chip-timed marathon. But I’m not signing up.

    Yet.

    Back to my reading ….

    11:40 AM Hey running friends! I just signed up forRace 13.1 in Durham, NC. The date is Saturday, December 10. The goal is to raise funds for the Heart to Heart Collaborative, an organization that seeks to improve the care conditions for patients who have pediatric cardiac and congenital heart conditions. You can either do a half marathon, a 10K, or a 5K. I’ve entered my first ever 10K race. Tell your friends about it and help me promote this great event.

    9:54 AM Morning, folks! Hope you’re off to a great start this week. Here’s a snippet of my life. This week I teach both Hebrews and James in my New Testament class. I’ve asked my students to read a good book on the topic (*wink, wink*), The Jesus Paradigm. Both Paul and James were writing to people who found themselves in month 13 of prolonged adversity. Neither author will allow their readers to view life’s adversities through rose-colored glasses. Christianity is no Pollyanna religion. We Christians often find ourselves long on suffering but short on hope. Both writings tell us how to face adversity head on without growing weak in our spiritual walk. I won’t have time to go through either of these letters verse-by-verse or line-by-line. But I hope we will learn ways that we can remain resilient and effective, especially during times of extreme trial. This week I’ll also be meeting with a colleague of mine as we put one of my doctoral students through his dissertation oral defense — sometimes referred to as the “great tribulation.” Actually, it’s never that bad. But it is indeed a time of testing, a time for grave deliberation. Beyond this, in two weeks I’m speaking three times in Hickory, NC, and I need to prepare for those talks. Plus I leave for Dallas this Friday to spend time with mom and dad. In addition, I hope to climb Mount Mitchell, the highest peak east of the Mississippi, during my stay in western North Carolina. With this I (finally!) transition to the point of this blog post. I believe that another national election means another opportunity to rethink our priorities as the church. The church in America seems distracted to me. But God’s worthies throughout the centuries have always been tireless Nehemiahs who stayed focused, who struggled to build through the discouraging and the unlovely until they got the job done. They did not come down to argue with Sanballat. Today the church is exhorted to sign a truce with the world. “When they say ‘Peace and safety’….” This is the promise of politicians. But notice: “When they say ‘Peace and safety,’ then comes sudden destruction.” Politics holds no hope. And the reason it holds no hope is because it tries to carve a brotherhood of man out of the decaying wood of unregenerate humanity. Grandiose schemes and slogans are trying to build the kingdom without the King. But it’s never going to work. Only the return of our Lord will set things right. All other hopes are blasted, not blessed, hopes. Certainly, this is no time for the church to waste its substance, as the prodigal did. Yet has there ever been so much distraction and careless living, so much squandering of our wealth and time and resources on what is passing away, as we find today? The trouble, I submit, are our misplaced priorities. In the book of Philippians, Paul wrote about those who “glory in their shame.” Their god, he says, is their lower nature, their pride and hubris. Don’t we hear this on the air and see it advertized on the web, and doesn’t it flaunt itself in our living rooms through television? Then Paul goes on to say this: “But our citizenship is in heaven, from where we await a Savior ….” The world’s glory is in its shame. But the Christian’s glory is in Christ’s shame, the reproach of the old rugged cross, the death He endured for us.

    I could make my point this way. I’ve been doing a lot of reading these days. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical, should vote for Trump. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical, can’t vote for Trump. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical, should vote for Hillary. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical who opposes abortion, should vote for Trump. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical who opposes abortion, can still vote for Hillary. I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical, should vote third party. And I have read your arguments why I, as an evangelical, should abstain from voting. All this brings me back to what I’ve said many times before on this blog. Vote for whichever candidate you think stands for what you stand for. Vote your conscience, and I’ll vote mine (or not vote at all). “But,” as my friend and colleague Edgar Apontewrites, “please do not question the character of your brothers and sisters who have decided to vote for X or Y or Z.” Moreover, let’s remember what our primary purpose on this earth is. If our mission in life is not the Great Commission, then we’re living for the wrong mission. And by “Great Commission” I’m speaking not only about our talk but also about our walk. The true test of my commitment is not how much I give or even what I believe, but how I live. God is not just asking us to give our money to missions but to make missions the core of our lives, the central passion in all we do. Christ meant for His church to be a missionary organism. It is the living presence of a God whose heart throbs with love for the lost and a passion for dying souls. The church is Christ’s body, but it is a body He gave for the world. I therefore ask you to consider: Are you willing, as was Jesus, to let everything go for the sake of lost souls and for the 1.6 billion unreached people in this world, to give your life to recapture just one inch of territory from darkness and bring it into the light? If and when the Great Commission becomes more than just another option for gathered believers, it is there that I believe I will be able to recognize the true church.

    To sum up, I’ve been talking about what our commitment to Christ ought to look like in an election year. The answer is that it should look just like Jesus. We are to mimic His attitude and behavior, even toward those with whom we disagree. We’re never to retaliate or use violence or insults but instead are to express sacrificial love to all.InThe Jesus Paradigm, I take neither a liberal nor a conservative approach to Christian ethics simply because I do not believe that Jesus can be claimed by either the Old Left or the New Right. To me, Gal. 5:14 says it all: We are to enslave ourselves to one another through love. In particular, I resonate with Paul’s statement in Gal. 2:20 that I am crucified with Christ and live only as He lives through me, so that I might become His hands and feet in the world. “Jesus is Lord,” far from being a meaningless catchphrase, is a radical claim. For the earliest Christians, Christianity was incompatible with allegiance to other authorities, be they political, cultural, ethnic, or even ecclesiastical. Christianity transcends all boundaries — cultural, racial, political, geographical, natural, even national. Hence radical disciples of Jesus will always embrace those on the other side of the dividing walls of hostility, including our so-called political “enemies.”

    Even as we go to the polls tomorrow, I encourage us to put our trust in no country, including our own, and to reprioritize the Gospel. There is no security, no “peace and safety,” apart from Christ. Let’s imitate God, not as He’s revealed in partisan politics, but as He’s revealed in Jesus (Eph. 5:2-3).

    Dave

    Sunday, November 6

    5:44 PM Last night I began rereading the book Gettysburg: The Last Invasion, and so I thought it a curious coincidence that today I should get the following picture from my Map My Run app.

    As you can see, I jogged from the Gettysburg Visitor Center to Big Round Top. That was one year ago today. The weather, as I recall, was cloudy but warm.

    For me, the allure of Gettysburg is addictive. The rich history of that famous site is filled with “what ifs.” The best part of visiting Gettysburg is realizing that, for a brief moment in time, you’ve become part of such a noteworthy piece of our nation’s history. Really, I can’t wait to get back. This time I’d like to bike it.

    12:40 PM This and that…

    1) Missions in reverse:

    God tells us to love the international students and scholars He is sending to us. Where do we begin? First, let’s open our eyes so we can see the foreigners among us. Once we notice them, start praying for opportunities to extend hospitality and friendship. You may consider going on campus for international events open to the community. Better yet, partner with a campus group already reaching out to students from abroad.

    ReadDiaspora Missions: Who Is Sitting Behind You?

    2) Looking forward to Running with the Pack this Saturday in Murphy, Texas, in support of Whitt Elementary School. I’ll be in Murphy visiting Becky’s mom and dad and enjoying real barbeque.

    3) Here are15 Fun, Fast and Beginner-Friendly Marathons.

    4) If you like to climb, this is amust read website

    5) Aresupersonic airplanes back in the offing?

    10:02 AM Well, my week of commemorating Becky has come to an end. And what a great week it’s been. I mean, the Cubs win and I get to sleep in an extra hour. Life don’t get any better. As I said below, my heart has always aligned itself with the apostle Paul. That’s one reason I fully support, not the new perspective on Paul, but Paul’s new perspective. So I think it’s entirely appropriate that I refer to myself as a recovering New Testament scholar. Until we can untangle the lie of educationism, it’s hard to receive the truth of Scripture. That’s one reason I use paraphrases like The Message (as I did below) to make a point. I have a very high view of the Bible as God’s word, but I still think that our Bible translations ought to communicate in language that everyone can understand. Why write “distributing to the needs of the saints” when you can write “sharing what you have with God’s people who are in need”? The Bible is worth reading because it always has a point to make. Becky and I would be the first to admit that we did not always read the Bible. I for one was too busy writing my books about the Bible, or too busy homeschooling, or too busy advancing the agrarian lifestyle. How unfortunate to use the Bible to support one’s own preconceived conclusions. We want all our ducks in a row, so we fall for the lie that “Dr. So-and-so” has it all figured out. Oh, I long for the text to do its work in my life! Jesus is a Savior for real people. It strikes me as funny that we tend to create Jesus in our image (He is a Calvinist or a Home Schooler or a Farmer, etc.). Perhaps Jesus is much more than this. For me, Christ has become the new center. The purpose of life is to fall in step with Him, even if it means changing courses big time. Widowerhood wasn’t anything I sought, believe you me. When Becky died I would cry and cry and cry. Singleness was a novelty for me. But at some point, all of that changed. I am still thirsty for love, for human affection, for the companionship that only a spouse can bring. Yet I am growing more and more comfortable with where I am in life. Because for everyone like me who’s been crushed by loss, there is someone who’s been healed, set free. Of course, time will tell if I ever fully recover from Becky’s passing. Who would have thunk that the Christian life was not something big and bold and audacious but small and hidden and quiet? I believe in making progress in life. But I also believe that God accepts me just where I am, with all of my foibles and disbelief. Do you struggle like I do? It sounds boldfaced to say it, but that’s okay. You still belong. You still are His. You still matter. Friend, even in the ordinary rhythm of life, we can find God. First death, then resurrection. That’s the secret of living the Christian life. God meets us in our silence and darkness. But He won’t leave us there. Trust me on this.

    9:04 AM I recently became a supporter of the North Carolina Symphony. Along with my support came season tickets (with third row seats). As a musician, I know what I like and what I don’t like, and I can tell you that I absolutely love this orchestra and its venue. The Meymandi Concert Hall is simply spectacular. The sound carries beautifully. And last night’s performance of uniquely “American” orchestral music was one of the most glorious and impassioned performances I’ve been privileged to attend.

    What can be more “American” than the works of Samuel Barber, John Williams, and of course the great and good Aaron Copland? Last night’s exhilarating performance marked the Meymandi premier of conductor Teddy Abrams, whose wild gesturing left the audience breathless. On this pre-election weekend, the concert was just the tonic I was hoping for — a reprise from the ugliness of American politics and a sidelong glance at all that is truly wonderful about our great country as heard, for example, through the compositions of a Russian Jewish immigrant (Aaron Copland). America, if it is anything, is an ideal. It’s a nation of possibilities, inclusiveness, and straightforwardness. It’s a place where a kid from a broken home who did nothing but surf all his childhood and young adulthood could become a professor of an ancient language. Truly, “American” music is music for the common man — as we heard when the orchestra performed Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man. As Copland himself put it, he felt “…an increasing dissatisfaction with the relation of the music-loving public and the living composer.” In order to reach a wider audience he began to simplify his style, “… making it more accessible, but without sacrificing artistic value.” The work premiered in March, 1943, in the middle of a titanic struggle called World War II. The composer wrote that the piece “… honors the man who did no deeds of heroism on the battlefield, but shared the labors, sorrows, and hopes of those who strove for victory.” I’ll tell you what, folks: this is what the church was meant to be, a place in which everyone, including the “common man” (and woman), gets to play. Our current way of doing church often forgets this fact. One of the greatest surprises you get from reading the New Testament is learning that there is a place for you. In order to play, you don’t have to go to school or read a book or understand everything there is to know about God. People, I believe we have much to learn from ordinary folk, from the people who stand on the margins, from people whose definition of greatness has nothing to do with degrees or publications or fashion styles. Yes, I realize that God used learned men and women throughout Scripture. And yet it wasn’t their learning that made them useful to God. One of these brilliant scholars, Paul the apostle, could write, “The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I’m tearing up and throwing out with the trash — along with everything else I used to take credit for. Why? Because of Christ. Yes, all these things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant — dog dung.” God expired His word (2 Tim. 3:16-17) so that each one of us — each and every man and woman of God — might be fully equipped for every good work.

    Copland’s Fanfare for the Common Man reminds me that I can be simple without being boring or simplistic. In fact, I’ve tried to accomplish as much in my writings, many of which were written for common followers of Jesus. I write for the average person who usually goes throughout life without a lot of bells and whistles. They too need to be honored. After all, they “share the labors” and so share the victory.

    Friends, as we face perhaps the most important election since the Civil War, let’s not forget what makes America great. It’s the common man. The man who rises from the dust like an ancient phoenix. It’s the land of hard working immigrants like my grandparents and greater opportunities than you will find in any other country on earth. I’m grateful to be an American, to be alive in the time in which I live — despite the fact that we Americans are physically fighting each other at political rallies and taunting one another with schoolyard rhetoric. Still, the fact remains: America is a place where everybody has the opportunity to share their views, however noble or odious. I hope and pray it can remain that way. 

    Saturday, November 5

    1:25 PM As I write this, I am riding high. Two of my daughters blessed me with a visit today. They prepared a scrumptious brunch, we sat around and talked, the kids fed the donkeys, and off we went to Becky’s grave to lay some flowers, read Scripture (Psalm 23, one of Becky’s faves), and pray. I think we all got a bit teary-eyed (I know I did), but mostly we were smiling and having a good time. I’m not a perfect father, but I do love my kids and grandkids. They bring me moments of laughter and connection. I know I can be real with them — no more masks, no more hiding my journey, my struggles, my questions. “I came to give you life and life more abundant,” says Jesus. I think my family is a big part of this abundance that God promises us. I am an exile in a fallen world, yet even in the right now God is establishing His kingdom. Just like Becky’s death stained everything, so my family brings renewal and wholeness to my life. I’ve been thinking how blessed I am. This is life in a post-Becky world, and it is good.

    9:12 AM Odds and sods ….

    1) Jonathan Bernier asksWho Wrote Hebrews? His answer might surprise you.

    2) Ben Witherington reviews the new movieHacksaw Ridge.

    This movie means a great deal to me, since I also am a pacifist, and this film shows in detail that that position has nothing to do with a lack of bravery, rather it has to do with sticking to the principles and example of Christ, and doing what good one can, even in a situation where all hell is breaking loose.

    3) Warren Throckmorton is voting for an independent candidate for president andtells us why.

    4) Here are some of thebest sermons on the web (by Elizabeth Elliot). 

    5)God Gave Me A Vision That Trump Will Be President.

    Friday, November 4

    5:40 PM This is the only way I’ll ever climb Everest.

     

    5:10 PM Picture time, now that the animals have been fed (and their owner has been, too).

    1) Nice thank-you note from the Heltons. For sure I will be back next year!

    2) Tonight I’m exegeting (again) 1 Cor. 14:34-35. Grateful for books like these.

    This passage has given countless exegetes a Charley Horse between the ears. Exegesis is crazy work but it is good work.

    3) One day I’d love to dothis:

    88 stories tall. No fence, no guard rails. Just plenty of guts.

    11:18 AM As you all know, I began running 5K races about a year and a half ago, even though I had never done anything like that in my life. I began running for a number of reasons, I guess. I’ve found it therapeutic. (What better way to run away from your problems than to, well, run away from your problems.) It’s humbled me. (I once forgot to lock the door at the porta potty.) You begin to question your sanity — which, from time to time, is probably a good thing. (During a race I talk to myself like crazy: “You’re halfway there, buddy. That dog is soooo cute. Get out of my way, cop! What, another hill? Ouch, ouch, ouch. I hate running. I know I’m coming in dead last. I just know it. There’s the finish line. It’s about time!”)

    And now the moment has finally come to plan for my first ever official marathon. I realize that if I can finish a marathon, I can probably finish anything. Here are two books I ordered yesterday.

    Yes, I am like your typical beginning Greek student — thinking that the more books on the subject I buy, the quicker I’ll learn. Yeah right. But hey — deciding to do a marathon is a terrifying thing, especially when I’m still trying to develop my base. I really don’t want to learn what “pace” means in the middle of my first marathon. I’m like a dog learning new tricks. For one thing, when I ran my first half marathon (13.1 miles), I played mind games with myself along the way. I split the race up into manageable chunks — four 5Ks to be exact (with a few feet of leftovers). That really helped. I suppose I can do the same thing when running a marathon. I also used the energy of my fellow racers to help propel me forward. I kept telling myself, “If these people can do it, so can I.”

    Now the question is: what marathon should I sign up for? It’s pretty much “pay your money and take your choice.” Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I ended up at the Honolulu Marathon not only because of its mostly flat course, but also because it welcomes racers of all abilities and has no cut-off time. Can you imagine going past Waikiki Beach and Diamond Head and Koko Crater? Wowsers.

    Meanwhile, I’ve already set a definitive goal: Not to fall into the comparison trap. Friend, I don’t give a hoot how fast you can run a marathon. I am me. A very happy me. I will do my best, and that will be good enough.

    Wish me well, will you?

    10:08 AM Thomas Hudgins reminds us why we should always provideour own translation of the Greek when we are preparing to teach. For example, he renders Gal. 1:6 as, “I am completely blown away at how quickly you are turning away ….” A flabbergasting suggestion, if I do say so myself. I am weirdly protective of such renderings because I have produced a few of these myself in the ISV. At the end of the day, it just doesn’t work to argue that “blown away” is wrong because it isn’t a “literal rendering of the Greek.” For Pete’s sake, translation is not only faithfulness. It’s communication. As Thomas says,

    If someone can’t understand your translation as it stands, has it really been translated? You can’t really translate without taking some sort of interpretation.

    Thomas also addresses the issue of ambiguity in language. The old view that a Greek word must be translated by the same English gloss (which is regarded as its “proper” meaning) is closely related to the fallacy called etymologizing. It is often assumed that there is some “real” or “mysterious” meaning behind a Greek word, a meaning that can be known only if the “real” meaning is revealed. But to always assign one meaning to one word is incorrect since it denies the basic fact of polysemy — the notion that words do not have meaning but meanings, only one of which is its semantic contribution to any passage in which it occurs. In other words, a word has a specific meaning in a specific context. This is a helpful principle to remember when examining, for example, the diction of Donald Trump. In his essayUnderstanding Trump’s Use of Language, George Lakoff shows how The Donald, far from been fast and loose with words, is a master of ambiguity. “His words and his use of grammar are carefully chosen, and put together artfully, automatically, and quickly.” Check it out and you’ll see what he “means.”

    The whole point of my post is that there is no one-to-one relationships between words and meanings, and that semantics embraces far more than merely the so-called meaning of a word. I have more thoughts on this in my book Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek in case you’re interested. Sure, for many of us, linguistics is just too difficult of a subject to tackle. Ironically, the more responsibility people take for their spiritual development and their neighbor, the more incumbent it is for them to be less reliant on pastors and teachers and less resentful of studying Greek on their own. Reading the text for yourself could be profoundly good for you and your people. If you are afraid of the subject, join the club. But if a boy raised at Kailua Beach can learn to read Greek, I suppose anybody can.

    9:18 AM Several years ago in our faculty workshop I was asked to speak on the priority of excellence in all we do as scholars. I hope the world sees in us a community with wide-open arms, a community that is determined to get to the bottom of things, a faculty that chases down the primary data and not just the secondary literature, a group of researchers that has great discernment and does not just glibly follow the latest current or trend in scholarship. May we show courage to challenge long-entrenched views when the evidence points us in other directions. May we, by our scholarship, earn the right to be heard, not merely by own own kind (conservative evangelicals), but also by the academic guild as a whole. Yesterday I spoke of a man named Harry Sturz. I once described himas follows:

    Much to his credit, Sturz had the temerity to challenge the status quo and to take up the cudgels of the primary data in search of the truth. His views were (and still are) diametrically opposed to the conception behind the Byzantine Priority view and the Critical Text view alike. With the grim determination of a spawning salmon, he swam up the stream of scholarship. His total sincerity shows through every page of his work. His reputation at Biola was such as to compel respect and attention by all. His conclusion — that the Byzantine text is not edited or secondary in the Westcott-Hort sense — gushed forth from the fountains of his conviction.

    In my latest book, Running My Race, I ask, “Why do we ignore the fathers when it comes to the synoptic problem?” You see, it is dangerous for young scholars to read the primary data and to translate for themselves the writings of the fathers, for these writers were unanimous that our earliest Gospel was Matthew’s. In fact, the Markan priority hypothesis — which is the “affirmed” interpretation of history based almost exclusively on the internal evidence — is fatally flawed when one takes into account the writings of the earliest fathers. Regrettably, I have found that any theory of New Testament interpretation, once it is established, becomes nearly impossible to dislodge, even if new (and seemingly contradictory) evidence is produced. Any new interpretation of the events, if it is to be accepted, must be built around the old consensus and incorporated into it, even at the expense of logic. An example of this (in my opinion) is the Farrer hypothesis, which dispenses with “Q” while insisting on Markan priority. Indeed, so embedded is the popular view in the public consciousness that it is nearly impossible to dismiss it. The story is “safe,” and the matter is not really open to debate. If, however, one were to seriously investigate the external evidence — the evidence provided by the patristic testimony — it would become evident that current explanations are incongruent and incompatible with the opinions of the fathers. Why, for example, did Clement of Alexandria insist that the Gospels “containing the genealogies” (Matthew and Luke) were written first? And why is Matthew always listed as the first Gospel? Why is Mark’s Gospel consistently described not as an independent work of Mark but as a record of the words of the apostle Peter? In light of this evidence, it seems illogical to believe that our earliest Gospel was written by Mark, a non-eyewitness. Some Markan priorists have even gone so far as to claim that Mark contains “errors” that were subsequently “corrected” by Matthew and Luke. Yet each of these supposed “errors” allows for a plausible alternative explanation that does not require Markan priority. If the New Testament student desires a complete understanding of the factors that led up to the writing of the Gospels, the internal evidence alone simply does not provide it. The external evidence keeps getting in the way of the affirmed version.

    So what is the simplest explanation of the facts — all the facts? To discover that, one must be bold. The missing pieces of the puzzle must be included if we are to assemble the whole puzzle rather than leaving them out because they do not seem to fit. Taking the external evidence into account will have serious repercussions. The answer to the synoptic problem will remain incomplete until a central piece of the puzzle is in place.

    Thursday, November 3

    5:56 PM Three years ago today we held a memorial service for Becky on campus. At the end, we showed a powerful video clip from Kevin Brown.

    https://drive.google.com/file/d/0ByIY3AJIHQUyZXNsd2laWnFoczA/view

    As I watched it today, I enjoyed those moments in quiet reflection and meditation. As the days speed dizzily by, sometimes it’s good to be reminded.

    Gracious God, it’s hard to realize that it’s been three years since You took Becky to be with You. Sometimes I feel life is passing me by more quickly than I thought. Show me ways I can reach out to other people and make a difference in someone’s life today, just as Becky would do so often. Thank You, Helper of the helpless, for my scars. They tell my story. They reveal who I am and what life has brought me. May I rejoice in them today and all the days of my life. Amen.

    5:44 PM What a crazy day it’s been. I lifted at the Y and then did a 5K at the local track.

    The temperature was 82 degrees. And it’s November,for crying out loud. Afterwards, my body asked for arroz con pollo, and my mind gladly acquiesced. (I am so co-dependent.) 

    Then it was back to haying.

    All day long I felt like a 30-year old.

    No sense wasting time pining for my youth or wishing I could relive the years. I am celebrating my age, and it sure feels good, don’t it, Ishi? 

    11:06 AM Is your church up to doing a marathon? A marathon is 26.2 miles. It’s a slugfest. But you finish by taking one step at a time. So here are 26.2 ideas to get you started and maybe even keep you going to the end.

    1) If you are a pastor, I might suggest that you stop training for “chief ministry provider” and start training for “chief ministry developer.”

    2) Let us rid ourselves of the “consumerism” mentality once and for all. It stands opposite to the “body ministry” as described in the New Testament.

    3) As leaders, let’s commit ourselves to discovering and employing the untapped potential that exists in our churches.

    4) The shift from the “ministry of the clergy” to the “ministry of the laity” is one of the most important decisions facing the church today. Let’s make it.

    5) Let’s self-identify first and foremost as a servant. Only one class of people exists within the church, servants of the Lord Jesus Christ. Within that class there will always be different functions, but servanthood is incumbent upon all of us.

    6) Realize that the under-utilization of our members is the primary reason why the mission of God is not being fully realized in the world and the reason why there is a dearth of servant-leadership in the church. (Side note: You might read my essayThe Future of Southern Baptist Missions.)

    7) The “laity” in your congregation is the most bountiful leadership resource available. Use it.

    8) The role of the seminary is to come alongside local churches in training men and women for God-called ministries. This resource is useful so take advantage of it. But it can never become a substitute for in-house apprenticeship training.

    9) If you are a leader, be willing to step aside and allow gift-based ministry to occur. Your people must be given freedom and authority for this to happen. Clergy must view the laity as equal in importance, as authentic ministers of the Gospel.

    10) Recover the spirit of volunteerism in which every member is valued and equipped to pursue their ministry.

    11) Let’s stop minimizing the importance of the local church for identifying, selecting, and developing leaders. As much as possible, indigenous leadership is our goal.

    12) The most effective churches today are those that are developing a team-based approach to leadership. Collaborative team fellowship is essential to a healthy church. Since all are to be involved in ministry, team ministry will help to flatten hierarchies and reinforce the notion that there is no such thing as a passive Christian. If at all possible, let’s all avoid doing ministry alone.

    13) We’ve got to set an example. The process of homegrown leadership is best done within an environment of mentoring and coaching. Seeing how something is done, rather than just hearing how it is done, is  liberating. Let’s focus less on telling and more on coaching. Relationships comprise the chalkboard on which God explains Himself.

    14) Share openly with your congregation about the mentors in your own life. The first mentor in my life was Dr. Harry Sturz of Biola University. He taught me the life skills of the classroom, diligence, what good scholarship looked like, and devotion to my students. He stood by me, encouraged me, prayed for and with me, and wouldn’t let me give up on my dreams of earning a doctorate. To him I owe an eternal debt of love, gratitude, and devotion.

    15) Provide a biblical foundation for all you do. The book of Acts is a good place to start.

    16) Don’t wait to begin this process of empowering ministry to others. Jesus was keen to pass the baton of leadership early in His ministry. If you wait for “perfection,” it will never happen.

    17) Be patient with yourself and others. The empowerment model of ministry is laborious and time-consuming. Remember: You’re running a marathon, not a sprint.

    18) Memorize key New Testament texts and pass them on to others. I would begin with 2 Tim. 2:2 (Paul’s goal was to train, teach, and empower capable followers who in turn could train, teach, and empower their own followers); Eph. 4:11-13 (Paul taught that equipping people for ministry [“works of service”] is God’s plan for the pastoral care of His people); and 1 Cor. 12:12-26 (where Paul teaches that God’s Spirit equips the church with a host of ministry functions that result in an empowered body capable of adequately fulfilling the mission of God in the world).

    19) Remember that even if you only duplicate your heart and passion in one other leader, you have doubled the effectiveness of your ministry.

    20) If you have a dependency model in your church, remember that it always comes from a climate of disempowerment.

    21) Always emphasize the work of the triune God when it comes to spiritual gifts. This is the clear teaching of 1 Cor. 12:4-6, where Paul says that the Spirit grants gifts to all members, the Son assigns places of service, and God the Father grants us the outworkings or results of our ministries. So there are three steps in this process: discovering our gifts, discovering the place where we can best exercise those gifts, and discovering what God wants to accomplish through us as we exercise those gifts in the place of His appointment.

    22) We must take the Great Commission seriously. The church is not only a community of those who learn of Christ but who witness to others and proclaim in word and deed the Lord Jesus and His salvation to anyone who will listen. The whole life of a local church is to be one of service and sacrifice and witness.

    23) Let’s remember that the goal of all Christian education (whether it be in the local church or in the seminary) is to incorporate the mission thrust of Jesus into all of our students. The goal is for each local church to “offer the message of life” (Phil. 2:16) in a way that people will know why and how they should turn to this new Lord Jesus Christ.

    24) Let’s work hard to see to it that “missions” means more than sending money to support missionaries and missions programs. All Christians are missionaries, and all are to be involved personally in service to the world. That’s why I sometimes introduce myself to people, not as a professor of Greek, but as a fulltime missionary. According to the New Testament, missional service is not the prerogative of an elite corpus but the function of the whole people of God.

    25) Let us teach, preach, and model the truth that the gathering exists for the going. It is exactly by going outside itself that the church is itself.

    26) Let our priority become being the Master’s messengers in the world and let our churches be satellite offices of the kingdom of God. Let every member of the body see him- or herself as a strategic player in missionary work as both salt and light.

    26.2) Finally, remember that there is no “magic formula” for getting any of this done — including lists like this one. There is no such thing as “26.2 steps to becoming a New Testament church.” Living in obedience to Christ means, above all, living in daily communion and fellowship with His Spirit. There’s no better leader than He. Believer, your pastor or your church cannot do the ministry God has given you to perform. Following Jesus is a journey that requires honesty, vulnerability, and commitment. The New Covenant is not an idea to consider but a life to be lived. As I look back, I am convinced that God was profoundly placing me under the mentorship of some of the most godly and humble men on the planet. I am convinced that He has such mentors for you, people who will take your hand and work alongside of you for the glory of God and for the good of His church. I sense there’s a movement bubbling up in our churches today that goes beyond a “seven-easy-steps-approach” and celebrates a completely new way of living. I thank God for the millennials among us who aren’t just complaining about the church but are dreaming of what it might become. Each of us has the privilege of serving Jesus every time we exercise our spiritual gift in His power and for His glory, every time we feed the hungry, every time we acknowledge the value and dignity of the strangers in our midst, every time we love the forsaken and remember the prisoners. Empowerment is giving people permission to become engaged in a meaningful way in the work Christ is doing in the world today.

    So ….

    On your mark, get set, 

    GO!

    Wednesday, November 2

    7:38 PM What restores a grieving widower’s soul? The very same thing that restores anyone’s soul: hard work, and the joy of Christian fellowship. When Naomi suffered devastating losses, she was comforted by the birth of her grandson Obed. Her friends said to her, “He shall be to you a restorer of life and a nourisher of your old age” (Ruth 4:15). On the one hand, I got home just in time to get up hay before the sun set.

    Nothing brings me more joy than the joy of working outdoors with my own hands.

    On the other hand, this week I’ve felt the sheer unadulterated joy of watching others perform their duties and perform them well, as did Noah Kelley in our Greek seminar last night.

    His subject was the synoptic problem. If you don’t know what that is, don’t ask. It’s an extremely complicated subject, as you can see.

    And there are probably more “solutions” to the synoptic problem than there are New Testament scholars. I have so much more to say about this but I’ve pretty much said all I’m going to say in one of my books. Today, in our New Testament Introduction class, I blubbered in front of 30 some-odd students as I tried to relate to them what this day means to me. I’ll repeat to you what I said to them: I am so grateful to God for entrusting Becky to me for 37 years. Her death wasn’t the end but the beginning. Death is the fertile soil where the Gospel forms roots. For it is when we die that we live. That’s how I’ve survived the past three years. Once again, God is asking me to rest in Him, even when nothing seems normal. As I began class today my heart was in my throat. I think about her and I’m undone. I know I keep talking about this, and it’s getting old. Yet the amazing thing is that God still loves me. It never frustrates Him. I made it through the opening of class and then introduced our guest speaker, who was none other than my good friend Kevin Brown, one of three elders at Mount Pleasant Baptist Church in Wilkesboro, NC.

    We had lunch together (where he allowed me to cry on his shoulder) and then he spoke for two and a half hours to the class.

    Honestly, this is a pastor who gets it. I mean, Kevin shows how God can take a very traditional church and lead it along so that it takes baby steps of obedience. Yes, I know. “Church” is a complicated conversation. I graciously invite you into the conversation because I know how much faithfulness means to you and how willing you are to expose yourself to humble self-examination. I have much hope for the church, even as it sometimes drives me crazy. The one thing I love about Kevin is that he’s not afraid to be transparent. Healthy churches have healthy leaders — not perfect leaders, but leaders who will ask the hard questions, such as “Are we committed to making disciples or mere consumers?” It really is simple — this kingdom way of doing church. Every church can make process if it allows God to be God and people to be human. Here are the topics Kevin discussed today.

    Two and a half hours of stunned silence were broken by some very intelligent questions. And then the class was over, just like that. Kevin showed us today something I have been trying to teach for 40 years — that the study of the word of God has a specific goal, but that goal is not the study of the word of God. If the Bible is truly the word of God (as we evangelicals claim), then it will surely change the trajectories of our lives, our marriages, our homes, our churches. You develop an entirely different set of priorities. I have no idea what this might look like in your marriage or in your church. It’s God’s job to know that, not mine. But are you open? So thank you, Kevin. You are a visionary and a dreamer and a thinker and a disciple and a true shepherd. Thank you for your sermons, thank you for your books, thank you for your lectures, and thank you for your courage. You are touching lives for Jesus. Keep doing what you’re doing. It matters.

    Tuesday, November 1

    8:58 AM Yesterday morning I took one of the biggest steps of my life. In honor of Becky’s memory, I decided to do something really challenging: a marathon. That’s 26.2 miles. So off I went to the High Bridge River Trail in Farmville.

    And guess what?

    I did it.

    Of course, this wasn’t a “real” marathon, you know with chip-timing and all. I plan to do that next year. But hey — 26.2 miles is 26.2 miles. And my time? It sucks. The average marathon time is 4 and a half hours. The fastest is 2 hours. But ya gotta start somewhere. In reality, I’m a lousy runner. I do it, but I don’t really enjoy it that much. So I may end up walking the race next year. I felt good about yesterday’s adventure. My quads held up like champs, and today I feel no after-effects except for a small blister on the sole of my right foot.

    “Was it hard?” Yes and no. Based on my absolute lack of preparation, I wasn’t very optimistic that it would be a comfortable experience. The first half was mostly mind over matter. Until I got to the turnaround spot, the battle was 10 percent physical and 90 percent mental. I kept having to cajole my body to keep on going. “Dave, you’ve done 6 miles. Great. Now let’s make that 8.” “Hey, you just did 8 miles. Way to go. Now let’s make that 10.” This went on for 13.1 miles.

    As soon as I turned around, everything changed. Now the battle was 10 percent mental and 90 percent physical. Here’s what I told my body: “You’re doing real good, Dave. You’re half way there. Congratulations. Now you’ve got to get back to the starting line. And really, you have no choice but to keep on going. Ain’t no one gonna pick you up in a golf cart and give you a ride back to the car.” I had to really push myself but eventually I made it.

    My next step is to do another 5K in Dallas on the 12th. Then I’ll try a couple of halfs before biting the big bullet. Until then I’ll do some easy biking as well as continue my weight training regiment. Thankfully, my body is responding well to all the exercise it’s been getting. I really love listening to my body. It always tells me when to work and when to rest.

    Today it’s a rest day for sure. Tomorrow, of course, is the anniversary. A year ago around this time I was in Hawaii. For the most part all I did was relax. I surfed and hiked and slept. I had no schedules, no agenda, nothing was pressing me to get done. But a lot got accomplished during this completely uncharted time. I journaled about Becky. Now and then I would read old blog posts. I read Scripture. Gradually, as I read and pondered and remembered, I began to gain a new confidence to step out into uncharted territory. It occurred to me that by accepting Becky’s death and by attempting to share my experience of loss with others, I had found a kind of fundamental happiness and contentment that I’d never known before. That said, as tomorrow approaches, the old fears have begun to return, like you’re travelling to the horizon and thinking you’re going to drop off the end of the world. When I climbed the Klettersteig last summer I struggled against a similar fear. We often think that brave people have no fear. The truth is that we all fear the unknown. This is where faith comes in. When things frighten us, when we face risk and uncertainty, we realize that we are on the verge of something important. As I faced the Klettersteig I remember thinking, “Now every moment is precious to me. My family is precious to me. My life itself means so much to me.” At that moment, something had changed. A thing that was scary and horrifying had turned into a gift.

    Life without a spouse is like that. Is losing your wife bad or good? Really, we just don’t know. Thinking that we can find lasting joy and avoid pain in this life is a pipe dream. Loss is inevitable for all of us. In fact, the times when we really know what life is all about is when the rug has been pulled out from under our feet and we haven’t got the foggiest idea where we’re going to land. In that very instant of fear is the seed of hope. Life is a good teacher. As humans, we are always living in transition. But as we stay with the uncertainty — as we live with a broken heart — we will find the path of true awakening. When things get edgy, we need to ask ourselves, “Am I going to open up or shut down?” We don’t need to try and create these situations. They will present themselves to us with clockwork regularity. And when they do, we have no choice except to embrace what’s happening or push back against it. Underneath our ordinary lives — underneath all the teaching I do, all the travelling I do, all that’s in my mind — there is a fundamental groundlessness that can only be grounded in Christ. Christ is like the Klettersteig. A lot happens to a mountain. The rain hits it. The wind howls. It snows. Clouds cross it. People climb it. Many things happen to the mountain. But it just sits there. When we see who we are in Christ, when we refuse to find our identity in anything or anyone else, there is a grounding like a mountain.

    So here is my invitation to you. Deal with whatever you have to deal it. Approach it head on. Face down your fears. Your place in Christ is secure. And His Holy Spirit is an unbelievable healer. Give your losses to Jesus. He can do something positive with them, I tell you. You can cross the finish line. And never forget that we are running this race together.

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    Monday, November 30

    7:48 PM As one would expect from a Greek scholar, I read only my Greek New Testament at night. Okay, maybe I will read someone else’s books from time to time. Okay, it’s all a big fib. I love reading books of any flavor, including good commentaries on the Greek. Tonight I opted for Walter Hanson’s exceptional commentary on Philippians in the Pillar New Testament Commentary series.

    Series editor Don Carson writes that “… the letter to the Philippians needs a commentator with a sure grasp and a warm heart….” Well, he found such a man in Walter Hanson. None of us has “all knowledge,” and so we need each other desperately. Those who have never studied Philippians, listen up. To be stripped of our egotistical identities before Jesus is nothing shameful. And the result is often unbelievable unity in the church. Let’s not forget that a civil war often leaves more casualties than an invasion. If we in the body of Christ are really gonna be one, let’s be each other’s greatest fans and supporters. (Did I mention that this takes humility?) Oh, and here’s Dayda.

    I wonder what thought is running through her mind right now. “Dad’s really focused tonight. Must be that Greek particle in Phil. 1:28.” Really? How about — “If only Dad would get off this sofa and give me another cookie!” Sorry, Charlie, but you’ve had enough food for one day and, besides, we will tolerate no chubby doggies in this household. So there! (Fist bump.)

    Night night to all,

    Dave

    12:12 PM Brock Osweiler. Perfection in motion.

    I love watching people who excel at their trade.

    11:44 AM Here’s agreat story about tipping. Sweetastik! I never leave less than a $10.00 tip regardless of what my bill is. Never. I don’t eat out a lot, but when I do I try to do right by my servers, many of whom I suspect are single moms who are working their tails off for mere peanuts.

    Just my opinion … but if you can’t afford to tip generously, you can’t afford to eat out.

    11:30 AM Sincere thanks are due to the wonderful people who run the local YMCA in town. It’s raining outside but I can still get my cardio in on one of their 10 tread mills. Here’s my personal favorite. I call him “Trecho.” We’re pretty good buds. Whew, did I work up a sweat.

    Today’s workout in stats:

    Distance: 3.1 miles (5K)

    Heart Rate: 128 average

    Incline: 2.0

    Speed: 4.4 mph average

    Earlier I spent 20 minutes lifting in the weight room. Very intensive. Right now I’m enjoying a hearty lunch.

    Then it’s time to type up the Greek 2 syllabus for next semester and begin working on my final exam for Greek 1. After all, everyone knows that a good exam is not an accident!

    8:26 AM My daughter just gave me this book about Lopez Lomong, whose journey from Sudanese civil war casualty to U.S. flag-bearer at the 2008 Olympic Games is a miracle of God’s amazing grace.

    I’ve been privileged to minister among the persecuted church in several places. Jesus put it in a nutshell when He said to His disciples, “I’m sending you out like sheep in the midst of wolves.” Imagine that. Here we have the Good Shepherd, the very Lover of our souls, deliberately sending His sheep out into the midst of ravenous wolves. Why would He do such a thing? Because that’s where He wants them to be! Doesn’t He realize they are in danger? Of course He does. Where, then, is safety? Ask those who are being persecuted today. It is only in the realization that the inward strength the Good Shepherd gives is sufficient to overcome the external threat of the wolves. Jesus Himself was sent as a Lamb among wolves, yet He was triumphant in the end. In a day when we in America are told to separate ourselves from a certain group of religious people, Jesus expects us to mix with the world, eat with unbelievers, befriend them if possible, enter their homes and invite them into ours. What a crazy notion of “separation” the church has today! Let me ask you plainly: Are you willing to risk physical danger for the sake of the Gospel? Isn’t it obvious that a separation that seeks to remove all danger also removes the incentive to evangelism? Let’s hear the words of our Lord again: “Just as the Father has sent me, even so I am sending you” — to reach the lost in My way, by associating with sinners, by becoming their friends, their companions, and by overcoming with My weapons: faith, righteousness, perseverance, and loving not your lives even unto death. If this is true, then we parents and Bible teachers and church leaders are at fault for letting our young people grow up without teaching them how to fight the good fight of faith. I remember a 14-year old coming with Becky and me one year to a very dangerous place in Ethiopia. Where is such courage found? The words of Thoreau come to mind: “If I do not seem to keep in step with others, it is because I am listening to another drumbeat.” That’s Jesus’ message for all the mollycoddles in the church today. We must keep in step with His drumbeat at any cost. Separation unto God does not mean separation from others. We glory only in the cross of Christ. That is the place of danger, of course. But it is the place our Lord wants us to be.

    Sunday, November 29

    6:10 PM In case you didn’t know, I’m heading to the great state of Texas later this week to speak in chapel on Friday morning at theGraduate Institute of Applied Linguistics near Dallas. Because I’ll be in the ‘hood, I just signed up for my next 5K, and it’s for a great cause too:

    The venue is Burnett Park in Fort Worth. The race starts at 5:00 pm this coming Saturday. All brave and hearty Texans are welcome to join me.Here are the details. The goal is to raise $155,000 for the Arthritis Foundation of North Texas. Becky suffered from rheumatoid arthritis for practically her whole adult life. She was so brave about it, though, that nobody noticed. But it was something she had to cope with on a daily basis. In fact, she was hospitalized for it when we lived in Switzerland — for an entire month. The amount of grace illness requires is sometimes unfathomable. So let’s all try and help those who need help this Christmas season. Even if you don’t participate in the race, you can still make a contribution. 🙂

    5:22 PM Today I’ve been working on the new syllabus for my Greek 2 classes this spring semester. I’ve done my best to figure out what needs to be covered, now that so many of our students fail to go on to Greek 3. I think one of the best moves I can make is to introduce the basic principles of exegesis in Greek 2 and then walk everyone through the interpretation and application of one entire New Testament writing. Our textbook already covers major portions of 1 John but I will also be taking the class through the book of Philippians in its entirety. Of course, the themes of both of these books are very similar. 1 John teaches two things:

    1) True saving faith is manifested in those who practice the truth (and not just know it).

    2) True saving faith is manifested in those who possess a genuine love for other believers.

    As 1 John 3:7 puts it, “It’s the person who acts right who is right.” I don’t think it’s possible to over-emphasize this teaching of John. The early church actively expected and anticipated that the Holy Spirit would change the lives of believers.

    What, then, of Paul — the apostle of salvation by grace through faith apart from works? Many Christians consider that conversion — forensic justification — is the climax and consummation of Paul’s teaching. From the study of Paul’s letters we know this is most definitely not true. If ever a person knew of God’s saving work by faith through grace, apart from works of any kind, it was the apostle Paul. His supernatural encounter with the risen Christ on the Road to Damascus is all the proof we need. But accompanying this work of salvation came another supreme step in Paul’s life — surrender. As the objective accomplishments of the cross and the resurrection of Christ became realities in Paul’s life experientially, he was completely changed. In view of the mercies of God, he surrendered totally to the One who had forgiven and cleansed him. Little wonder that Paul always called Jesus “Lord,” for he indeed did have a new Lord and a new life as well as a new service and a new business — the Gospel business. This is the message of Philippians in a nutshell. The same Voice who spoke to Paul on the Road to Damascus now reveals Himself in the blazing light of a magnificent little hymn recorded for us in Phil. 2:5-11. A whole lifetime would not be sufficient to unpack the theological gems found in this profound passage. The revelation of Christ’s humility in service to others can only come gradually, like the dawn breaking over the wide-spreading landscape. Once Paul had surrendered to the all-powerful Jesus of Nazareth, for the rest of his life he served Christ in humble obedience, as did his friends Timothy and Epaphroditus. This is the outstanding need of the church today — people who are not only saved but who recognize the Lordship of Christ and yield to His mastery. This new mastery does not come easily. Evangelical hero worship is alive and well in our churches today. The way up is up, we are told. Bigger is better. Powerful is in. We love that smart jock exterior. Folks, many things in our churches are not fine, but there is only one proper place to place all of our evangelical superstars if we profess to love Jesus, and that place is dead last. True pastors will not object. They’ve read Phil. 2:5-11. It’s so maddening that Christians fail to see what Paul is teaching us here. I’ve been part of the problem, believe me. I wish I could go back to my twenties and thirties and deal with my own ignorance and selfishness and ego. Even today I still find myself having to overhaul my personal priority system. Ugh. But you gotta start somewhere.

    Philippians it is then — along with portions of that great book 1 John (one of only two strictly anonymous epistles in the New Testament along with Hebrews). This spring we’re going to cut to the chase. This is where the chili meets the cheese friends. Obviously, this will be tricky business. How do you cover so much in a single semester? The best way is to have the students read some good books on the topic. In addition toLearn to Read New Testament Greek, we’ll be adding my Uncle Dave’s works Using New Testament Greek in Ministry and New Testament Textual Criticism. (I have this addiction for stuff written by my uncle.) I mean, this has got to get done. So brace yourselves, my dear students. I won’t lie. This is not going to be easy. But it will be worth it. Serving others is part and parcel of salvation. What an insane truth. But I love it!

    Saturday, November 28

    7:34 PM Nice visit from the Blacks tonight.

    Nate was here moving around farm equipment in preparation for our final cutting of the year. #FamilyHappiness. (Yes, this was a tweet.)

    5:34 PM As you may know, I have written a little book on what I consider to be a few of the “marks” of a New Testament church. Others have written similar books. Rarely is there any agreement. Books like these are reminders to me that the unity intended by Christ in His church is still very much a desideratum rather than a reality. Evangelicals agree about a good many things but we still have our sometimes passionate disagreements. As I look back over the past 55 years of my experience as a follower of the Lord Jesus, I’m amazed by the number of controversies I’ve lived through. When I was being considered for the draft at the age of 17, at the height of the Vietnam War, I asked to meet with the local draft board in Kaneohe, where a sizable Marine Corps Base was (and still is) located. Generally speaking, the men in my local Baptist church were pro-war and backed the president’s policy of escalation. Well, the day of my examination before the board came, and when asked my opinion I replied that I couldn’t in good conscience support a war that was (in my view) both unnecessary and unconstitutional (no declaration of war had ever been issued by Congress). At the end of the meeting the board saw fit to grant me a deferment based on my convictions. Amazingly, the man who drove me to the meeting was none other than my pastor, who at the time was an ardent hawk and a supporter of the war. As I left the conference room at the conclusion of my examination, he asked, “How did it go, Dave?” I told him that my request had been granted, and he gave me a huge bear hug and shook my hand. Even at the tender age of 17, I had begun to realize that Christianity couldn’t be defined strictly in terms of one’s positions on politics but somehow transcended it.

    Later, I had to face up to another very important controversy while I was teaching at a large private Christian university in Southern California. In those days a whole host of activities were regarded as taboo, including smoking, drinking (of any kind), and dancing. When I took a leave of absence to go to Basel for my doctorate, I encountered an evangelical subculture in Switzerland that was a lot more broad-minded on these issues. We all got along together swimmingly enough, Becky and I being the only Alkoholfreier among them. I suppose that my personal conscience would have allowed me to sip a glass of wine on occasion, but my institution prohibited it and that was that. In many ways, my living in Switzerland was a good thing. It taught me, for example, that when it comes to wine one can be a theological moderationist and a practical abstentionist at the very same time without any hypocrisy involved. As Paul puts it, “Let every person be fully convinced in his or her own mind.” It’s clear to me that evangelical scholars can live and work on the same team and maintain integrity even when they disagree with each other. Each of us, within certain confessional boundaries, of course, is at liberty to use our God-given freedom as we wish, but we will all be held accountable for what we have done. I’m learning that faith doesn’t pretend that we don’t have our disagreements as evangelicals. Sovereignty means that all will work out for good in the end, as God defines good. In the meantime, let’s not speak “peace” when there is none. Nobody has all the answers. The world in which we live is complex and very ambiguous at times. So is the church culture in which we live and work and have our being. I’ve lived through enough evolutions of myself that I’ve learned to hold my convictions in love and to try and avoid an over-critical spirit toward those with whom I disagree. To be honest, I think we all need humility more than we acknowledge that fact. Unity comes not from might nor by power but by My Spirit, says the Lord. Disagreements, whether political or ecclesiastical, should prompt us to ask questions we should never stop asking. We all have our own interpretation of “God and county” and our own approach to issues of social justice. This means that the political squabbles and power plays will likely continue during this election cycle, and the church will be tempted to divide along political lines. The fact is that most political issues are very complex, to the point where good, Bible-believing people can and do disagree about them. The simple fact is that we are called to follow Jesus, not some surreal notion of political justice. We who pledge ultimate allegiance to Christ would, I think, do well to remember that. In the words of John Keble: “The trivial round, the common task,/Will furnish all we ought to ask;/Room to deny ourselves, a road/To bring us daily nearer God.”

    9:46 AM A friend texted me recently and said, “You seem to really be enjoying life, Dave.” It’s true. Enjoying life is a marvelous blessing. It is really a vital expression of enjoying God. We enjoy God when we worship Him for His goodness and mercy and grace. I’m convinced that the single most painful struggle we share is the difficulty of enjoying God in the midst of our daily struggles. But His delight is that we discover what provides Him with enjoyment. He is both the source and object of our joy. He gives us faith to accept His love. He gives us strength when we are weak. He gives us correction when we fail. He gives us grace and forgiveness when we sin. But there’s so much more. Go outside today. God has written His name on the natural world and has given us the capacity to enjoy the splendored beauty of His creation. He who takes up physical exercise is twice young. Everyone who has discovered the joy of walking or hiking knows that feeling. Exercise is a motivation for glorifying God. Few other things in life that aren’t sinful or ruinous deliver us from inertia. We already possess all we need. We just have to do it. Fitness may take time, but it creates time as well.

    Yesterday I was listening to the author of a new book titled Altruism being interviewed on the Diane Rehm Show. The author is a Buddhist monk. He spoke about morality and how humans can train themselves through meditation to become selfless and generous. Christians would avow: Only the Spirit of the living God can truly make a person altruistic. Can we apply that truth to physical exercise? Analyze with me for a moment the reasons people have for exercising. For many, exercising is done against their wishes. They do it only because they realize that the alternative is worse. Exercise at this level is little more than forced behavior. At the next level, the motivation is not fear but enjoyment. People see and experience for themselves the rewards that exercising produces (less fatigue, improved appearance, etc.), but the motivation is still purely selfish. The highest degree of moral impulse for exercising comes from the belief that exercise contributes to the common good. We want to do well not only for ourselves but for others.

    Our environment plays a vital role here. When few people exercise, ever fewer people are likely to begin the exercise process. The values and virtues of fitness just aren’t there. That’s where example comes in. When we see others doing something and enjoying it, it enhances our desire to follow suit. Thus we take up exercising — gradually at first, in fits and starts perhaps — but before long the benefits become evident. Exercise gives us more energy. Improvement in performance becomes evident. Weight loss is noticed. The end is not simply fitness or happiness. My need, my drive to exercise is to achieve my full God-given potential as a human being. Each of us is a body-mind-soul complex. Running in 5Ks has made this abundantly obvious to me. I will never win a 5K race. But I can run to the very best of my ability to the glory of God and for the good of others. Thankfully, we’ve come to the point in America where poor health and obesity can no longer be ignored. Even our children are overweight. Half of all deaths in the U.S. are the result of our living habits. You don’t need a college course in physiology to understand that a healthy lifestyle is a choice. The point: We don’t need more information on how to become fit. What we must pursue are the deeper reasons for seeking fitness.

    The apostle Paul was about my age when he wrote the book of 1 Timothy, maybe a little older. The Greeks of his day were known for their sensual, sex-centric, materialistic lifestyles. Their word for enjoyment was hedone, from which we derive “hedonism,” the gratification of our desires without restraint. In 1 Tim. 6:17 Paul employs a different word,apolausis, to remind him that “the living God gives us richly all things to enjoy.” I believe that Paul really meant that. Followers of Jesus enjoy the gifts He provides without making any of them the primary source of their enjoyment. One of my greatest joys is participating in a healthy lifestyle and thereby helping to create this mindset among my fellow Christians. Exercise is not just an idea to consider but a life to live. Enjoy God and use things. Never reverse the order!

    If, when you’re praying today, you find a conviction growing inside you that fitness is an act of faith, ask God to grant you the faith to get started. Go ahead. Take the risk! Seek the challenge! Invite the sweat! Enjoyment lies not beyond the finish line but in the running of the race.

    Friday, November 27

    5:34 PM The Civil Warbackground to Thanksgiving.

    5:25 PM I love reading letters from the Civil War era. Here’s one I read tonight: A fascinating soldier letter. Lengthy letters like this one are rare today. Letter writers in the mid-1800s knew letters would take time both to write and to arrive and so they penned them carefully. The invention of the internet and email/texting has changed all that. One cannot overstate the importance letters had in that day and age. Wooing, courting, admonishing — all took place through the letter. By the mid-nineteenth century, letter writing had become as commonplace as email is today — no longer the privilege of the rich only. This is one of the ways the Civil War stands out in our history. Self-styled journalists were minted by the thousands as foundry workers and plantation laborers became soldiers — and writers. In an odd sort of way, my texts have been getting longer, especially when there is an issue to be addressed or advice to be given to someone with whom I am close. Just as the letter created a sense of social unity then, so a text or email can serve that same function today if we would only take the time to write it. At any rate, read over this brief letter and see what you think. It was written by a major in the 139th Ohio Volunteer Infantry. It is filled with punchy sentences and period tidbits that delight the ear. It is also intensely personal. It’s hard to imagine Americans writing letters like this one any more.

    4:55 PM Maybe it’s just my imagination, but don’t you think there’s a resemblance between Becky and her grandson Peyton?

    It’s the Lapsley chin. Lol!

    11:58 AM Total calories burned to date: 462,000. Totals miles completed to date: 253.2. Today I revisited the historic Tobacco Heritage Trail.

    It was an easy 5 miles. I completed the course in exactly 1:07:12. I’m pleased as punch with my walking pace. It’s almost 5 miles an hour.

    Earlier I did my weight training at the Y. The place was packed. Thanksgiving guilt maybe? Who cares. At least these folks had the gumption to get off their duffs and do something active today. And guess what? To celebrate Becky’s 63rd birthday in May I’ve decided to hike the Grand Canyon. Down and back takes three days. I’m super eager to get back to Arizona. B and I used to camp there during the summer months. As you can probably guess, I’m really trying hard to get into shape for Kilimanjaro next December. It takes lots of planning ahead and forward thinking. Even if I never do go to Tanzania next year, I’ll still benefit from the exercises I’m doing now. To go or not to go? Sometimes I think James wrote 1:5 especially for me. I need wisdom!  

    P.S. The Lung Force Run/Walk Charleston has just posted their event pix over atFacebook. Here’s the race start:

    And here’s yours truly getting his third place medal in the Geezer Division.

    Look mom! I’m famous!

    8:42 AM This and that ….

    1) The consensus is in: If you’re a grad student in biblical studies, you’llwant tostay away from blogging. I am immeasurably thankful for my grad students. Many of them are bloggers, but not all of them. Blogging is a very personal decision and (in my opinion) probably has nothing to contribute to your “hire-ability” one way or the other. When I think about how God made us to live, when I think about true community and true intimacy, I see blogging as useful. It’s a rather bizarre medium to be sure. And many do it poorly. So my only advice to grad students is this: If you are going to blog, remember that the key to effective blogging is twofold: (1) content and (2) frequency. If you have no original content on your blog, or if you find time to blog only sporadically, shut er down.

    2) Someone please tell me how this is even humanly possibly. Start the video at 8:37.

    This is crazy! You could not pay me to climb the Matterhorn!

    3) One of my favorite publishers gives apost-SBL report.

    4) Believe it or not, there are no 5Ks this weekend in Raleigh or Cary or Chapel Hill. None. Bummer. I will really miss racing this weekend. Believe it or not, church people aren’t the only ones interested in looking out for other people. I’ve raced for volunteer fire departments and cancer causes and everything in-between. It’s tempting to be a defender of the church as the only real community. I think community is healthiest when we believers share life with not-yet believers who are as fully human as we are. Here are people in a very materialistic world trying to make a difference by sacrificing their time and money. Friend, step outside the church system for a day and you’ll see what I’m talking about. There are a lot of reasons to run a 5K, but a big reason is that we are all part of a village. Sometimes I feel out of place in pews and sanctuaries. I need folding chairs and sweat, tons of it. I am a careful worldling. I enjoy interacting with people whoever or whatever they are. I’m learning that the best evangelism takes place in relationships. A non-Christian is a person whose life is ruled by thirst. Let’s give them some Living Water, eh?

    5) Finally, here’s a brief a video I shot from the summit of McAfee Knob.

    Let me remind you: This is an easy hike for the whole family. Get away from the boob tube for a day. Go ahead! Hiking is healthy. It’s fun. It’s inexpensive. And it’s for every body (yes, two words: every body). The older you get (like me) it may take you a bit longer to make it to the top, but who cares. Was this view worth it?

    Thursday, November 26

    6:10 PM Happy Thanksgiving! In case anyone is wondering, I had a great two days of traveling. In humble confession, I must say that I like being around family. Today I got to spend Thanksgiving with Liz, Matt, and the grandkids over at Matt’s parents’ home in Roanoke, VA. First obvious question: What did you have for Thanksgiving dinner? Well, you wouldn’t guess it in a million years. Filet mignon! How cool is that? Thank you, Walt and Nancy, for being such wonderful hosts and for sharing your lovely table with me today. I can say with some confidence: This was one of the nicest Thanksgivings I’ve ever had.

    I mentioned yesterday that I was planning on hiking a portion of the Appalachian Trail during this trip. Well, I’m a man of my word. The McAfee Knob Trail left me speechless. It’s one of the most photographed spots on the AT and offers a 270 degree panorama of the Catawba Valley to the north and the Roanoke Valley to the east. According to my Map My Run app, the trail is 4 miles each way, for a total of 8 miles. I did each leg in an hour and a half. The cardio was just what the doctor ordered. (There’s an old fire road you can take on the way down if you like that knocks off about a half mile.) This is a truly great trail and the views are spectacular. The Lord was kind enough to give me a sunny (and un-crowded) day for the experience of a lifetime. It’s a steady climb but nothing too difficult (a 3 on a scale of 10). You must try it sometime.

    Pix:

    1) To get to the trailhead for the McAfee Knob Day Hike you need to get to I-81 just outside of Salem, VA. I took the back roads all the way. As you can see, the pre-Thanksgiving traffic was horrible.

    2) From I-81 you head north on Hwy 311 for about 6 miles to the trailhead parking lot. Cross the road and then simply follow the trail markers to the top. (Note: Be very cautious crossing the highway. It’s a blind curve and drivers do not slow down.)

    3) Your hike will begin at about 2,000 feet and you’ll reach the knob at around 3,200 feet — a 1,200 foot or so elevation gain. It’s a steady climb and I needed no breaks to make it to the top.

    4) As I said, the trail is very gradual and follows the ridge line; anyone can do this hike!

    5) You will encounter a couple of information kiosks on your hike. Since I was doing my cardio for the day I didn’t stop very long at any of them.

    6) But I did notice this warning!

    7) Wherever it gets too rocky, the park service has built these easy-to-navigate walkways. I counted 4 of them in all.

    8) If you want to camp overnight, you’ll find a shelter with a picnic table and a fire pit. The park service has thought of everything!

    9) When I arrived at the summit I was sopping wet with perspiration even though it was a cold day. But the view made the effort worthwhile.

    10) McAfee Knob is said to be the most photographed spot on the Appalachian Trail. I believe it!

    11) Switching topics, here’s Matt and his wonderful family.

    12) Before dinner I took the boys to Starbucks for a Pumpkin Spiced Latte.

    13) The chef!

    14) The sous chef!

    I’ll look back on this trip for many years to come. Special, special, special! This Thanksgiving was simply outstanding. God’s creation, exercise, family, great food — this is what makes life so wonderful. My life is filled with goodness and love. I am a blessed man!

    Wednesday, November 25

    7:52 AM Well, today I am declaring myself officially “well” again. I hate being sick, but even more than that, I hate the fact that I hate being sick. I’m in great need of patience sometimes. And a more grateful spirit. It’s that time of the year when you stop and think about what you’re thankful for, or the blessings you’ve been given (all undeserved), so let me say it out loud: I’m thankful for the forced rest I just had, for the breaking of things in my heart that needed to be broken this past year, for the way God brings beauty out of horrible things (like death), for family and friendship and food and failure and all the joys that come from reaching the bottom and then pushing back up to the top. Thank you too, God, for healing my head cold and ear ache — which means I can get back to being active again. I owe my body an apology too. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard last Saturday during the 5K. I knew I had slept fitfully (at best) the night before. I’m sorry for not listening to you and I’m grateful that you carried on anyway and gave me my best race results ever. I owe you my gratitude. Thank you.

    These days spent in bed have been good ones. I’ve slowed down long enough to look around my life and refocus a bit. I’ve even made for myself a little plan of action for the day — a hike along the Appalachian Trail. I’m ready to be moving, to get this old body in action again. Really, when you think about it, the body is a wonderful thing. It allows us to experience a plethora of pleasures, from the intimacy of marriage to the enjoyment of a well-cooked steak to holding an infant grandbaby in our arms. And let’s not forget the sights it allows us to see and the hugs it allows us to feel and the smiles it allows us to enjoy. So Lord, thank you for your healing grace. When You said You’d be my redeemer, You weren’t kidding. Jesus, You’re my hero. There’s a Dave that exists only in You, and that identity makes all the difference. In fact, if I didn’t have You, life would be quite discouraging. It was (and still is) a miracle that I ever got to know You in the first place. Folks, I’m here to tell you: There’s no substitute for Jesus. He’s the only one I know who has complete integrity. It’s startling when you consider what a privilege it is to walk with Him day by day. So thank you, Lord. On Saturday I met You on a 5K course. On Sunday I met You in bed with a box of Kleenexes. And today, I’m going to gamble with the fact that You’re still going to be with me wherever I go. Come, Lord Jesus. I am Yours. Have Your way with me.  

    Tuesday, November 24

    3:38 PM Glad the dogs and I checked the mail today.

    A set of Helen MacInnis books!

    Got them on EBay for cheap.

    9:34 AM Ken Schenck makes some really good pointsabout SBL.

    9:12 AM Was the apostle Paul an athlete? The reason I ask are these verses in 1 Cor. 9:14-16:

    In a race everyone runs, but only one person gets first prize. So run your race to win. To win the contest you must deny yourselves many things that would keep you from doing your best…. So I run straight to the goal with purpose in every step. I fight to win. I’m not just shadow-boxing or playing around. Like an athlete I punish my body, treating it roughly, training it to do what it should, not what it wants to.

    The subject here, of course, is self-discipline, not physical fitness per se. But let me ask you: How could Paul have endured all of the rigors of his missionary travels unless he was in good physical condition? Consider the two catalogues of suffering he lists in 2 Cor. 6 and 11.

    We patiently endure suffering and hardship and trouble of every kind. We have been beaten, put in jail, faced angry mobs, worked to exhaustion, stayed awake through sleepless nights of watching, and gone without food.

    They say they serve Christ? But I have served him far more! (Have I gone mad to boast like this?) I have worked harder, been put in jail more often, been whipped times without number, and faced death again and again and again. Five different times the Jews gave me their terrible thirty-nine lashes. Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I was stoned. Three times I was shipwrecked. Once I was in the open sea all night and the whole next day. I have traveled many weary miles and have been often in great danger from flooded rivers and from robbers and from my own people, the Jews, as well as from the hands of the Gentiles. I have faced grave dangers from mobs in the cities and from death in the deserts and in the stormy seas and from men who claim to be brothers in Christ but are not. I have lived with weariness and pain and sleepless nights. Often I have been hungry and thirsty and have gone without food; often I have shivered with cold, without enough clothing to keep me warm.

    Consider, too, what Paul writes about Christian marriage in Ephesians 5. How can he tell a husband to love his wife “just as he nourishes and cherishes his own body” unless he assumed that we naturally care for our bodies? Certainly a man does not have to be a star athlete to be a good husband. But the essential fact is clear: It’s natural and normal for us to seek physical wholeness and well-being. Everything we accomplish in life will be done through our body. What high value, then, we ought to place on it! I agree with the Psalmist (Ps. 139:13-14): “Thank you for making my body so wonderfully complex. It is amazing to think about!” Many of us have fallen into undisciplined habits of feeding our appetites instead of our hunger. But Paul says, “Discipline is the price you pay for freedom from flabbiness, laziness, and harmful habits.” Hence it’s not at all surprising to me that Paul should write in Rom. 12:1: “And so … I plead with you to give your bodies to God. Let them be a living sacrifice — holy and acceptable to Him. When you think of all He’s done for you, is this asking too much?” Why should we settle for the fatigue that so often sets in late in the day? The cure is: motion. Motion of any kind, providing it is vigorous — walking, cycling, running, rope skipping. The game of life requires physical energy. Without it, what we do will be done badly or not at all.

    As we approach National Gastric Indulgence Day, let me ask you: How do you feel about your body? How do you treat it? Respectfully? Or indulgently? The first impression people have of you is your body. You’d better not ignore it — no one else is going to.

    Monday, November 23

    2:52 PM Everyone at Rosewood Farm is happy today. The doggies are happy because I let them inside on this sunny but cold day. The donks are happy because they have a nice thick winter coat.

    And I’m happy because the doc just gave me antibiotic ear drops. By the way, my blood pressure today was 112/87 and my resting heart rate was 68. Not bad for an old geezer who was born before the ark landed on Ararat. Cardio seems to be paying off.

    Much to be thankful to God for today! 

    10:38 AM John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Boy is that true. Today I’m looking at my day planner for 2016. I feel like I’m getting ready for the rest of my life. And I’m only looking at the expected. Only God knows what unexpected things will occur. In glimpses and flashes, my aspirations are becoming clear. For indeed, I (like you) still have a life to live. We have future goals, plenty of them. Not that I regret the past. I don’t. In the course of my ministry I’ve had the joy of serving as a professor of New Testament and Greek in three wonderful institutions, had the privilege of teaching in a great many countries around the world, even had the audacity to write a few books that were less-than-status-quo-promoters. It’s been an exciting adventure of faith. But I’m looking forward, not back. I still hope to make an impact (no matter how small) on the lives of others and engage in acts of love toward my neighbors here and abroad. So, then, here are a few of my goals, aspirations — you could even call them dreams I suppose.

    1) I dream of a church that exists not for itself but for its yet-to-be members.

    2) I dream of a church that embodies the practical love that characterized the life of Jesus.

    3) I dream of a church where members get to know, love, and depend on each other.

    4) I dream of a church where training is not abdicated to paid professionals or youth pastors but is taken up by parents and mentors.

    5) I dream of a church where teaching is not a one-way street but involves dynamic debate and lively discussion.

    6) I dream of a church where the social implications of the Gospel are embraced.

    7) I dream of a church where evangelistic zeal is commonplace.

    8) I dream of a society where churches are in partnership with each other instead of in competition.

    9) I dream of a church where alienation between “clergy” and “laity” is unheard of.

    10) I dream of a church where leaders see their job as equipping Christians for the work of serving Jesus rather than trying to do all the work themselves.

    11) I dream of a church where each person in the body realizes they are indispensable limbs and are fulfilling their calling.

    12) I dream of a church where Jesus alone is the true model of leadership.

    13) I dream of a church where believers experience the active and intimate leading of the Holy Spirit.

    14) I dream of a church where members shed their masks and false expectations.

    15) I dream of a day when all of our lives would be a proclamation of the Gospel, not only our words.

    16) I dream of a church where Scripture shapes our prayers.

    17) I dream of a day when studying and learning theology would be our vocation and not our hobby.

    18) I dream of a day when we rid ourselves of all of our evangelical hero worship and celebrity Christianity.

    19) I dream of a church where it’s okay to regress, stumble, and rest and recoup.

    Lofty expectations, I know. And there are plenty more I haven’t even mentioned. I know I’m living out the final decades of my life. I’m excited about the past. But I’m leaning forward into the next crazy adventure.

    What are your aspirations, dear friend? I pray for you. I pray that you would know you are loved by the Lover of lovers. Remember that, live it, breathe it, and rest in it. Let the Lord lead you into a new chapter in your life. Open your arms and welcome whatever comes next.

    God be with you.

    Dave

    Sunday, November 22

    5:35 PM I’ve heard it said that our theology is formed by our autobiography. I believe that’s true. And I think the same thing applies in politics. My fascination with the Republican presidential candidates is not so much with their positions on the issues (which are fairly predictable) but rather on their personalities. How do they handle conflict? I think this question matters. When I was in seminary I was taught that there are basically three ways we protect ourselves from psychological pain. We either withdraw from others or, conversely, we placate them or, finally, we attack them. Each approach is based on a simple premise: Others will try to hurt me if they can, so I must not allow myself to be vulnerable. Withdrawers are experts at protecting themselves. Because of their fear of rejection, they build walls around their inner self that are basically impenetrable. This wall allows them to relate to others without becoming emotionally involved with them. The strategy is that if you can’t get close to me you can’t hurt me. Withdrawers are experts at cover-up. “I don’t want to” sounds so much better than “I’m afraid to.” Placaters, on the other hand, are experts at congeniality and helpfulness. They reason thusly: If I’m a nice guy, there is no reason for anybody to attack me. But behind the facade of kindness is a fearful individual who has serious misgivings about their own self worth. Finally, attackers employ the strategy of preventive warfare. They think: The only way to prevent other people from getting one up on me is to get one up on them first. Hence attackers go after others before they come after them. The plan of attack may be direct as well as indirect. Attackers may simply bully other people (the direct method) or they may subtly denigrate them by trying to make them feel stupid or inadequate (the indirect method). If you recognized one of the Republican candidates in the latter description, you are not alone. I hope the discovery made you very unhappy. Attackers may appear to be tough and strong but their hostility belies the fact that they are motivated, like the withdrawer and the placater, by fear. Their survival depends on always having the upper hand, of always being on top. Other people will always be an imminent threat to their security.

    I’m not done yet figuring out the strengths and weaknesses of the various candidates. The issue is neither simple nor straightforward. But at least none of the candidates has espoused a blab-it and grab-it theology. Always something to be thankful for!

    1:05 PM Today I’m nursing a mild head cold so I’m taking some time to read a bit of systematic theology. For someone who loves practicing theology as much as I do, I confess that I really do enjoy reading well-written tomes on theology. When you come of age when I did, during the turbulent 60s, you quickly realize just how important sound doctrine is. The more I study New Testament Greek, the more deeply convinced I have become of the need for unimpeachable orthodoxy. Anti-intellectualism is a horrid trait of certain strands of evangelicalism. Nonetheless, I think this is much less true today than when I was growing up. No evangelical Christian in their right mind would minimize the need for proper theology. Bible study is one of the means by which we appropriate and experience God’s grace. The word is milk and meat and a lamp to guide us. Of course, knowledge is not enough. We develop strong Christian muscles only by serving the Lord. The Bible alone will not do the job. Yet if the Christian life is to be one of obedience and discipleship, how can we obey and follow unless we understand what is expected of us?

    “But there are so many disagreements among evangelicals,” you say. This is, of course, very good reason for more, not less, study of Christian theology. When I was teaching at Biola and Talbot I was greatly encouraged by “Evangelical Affirmations,” a careful statement produced by some 650 evangelical leaders in 1989.

    Among its affirmations we read the following:

    We affirm the complete truthfulness and the full and final authority of the Old and New Testament Scriptures as the Word of God written. The appropriate response to it is humble assent and obedience.

    In 1989 I had had my doctorate in theology for less than 7 years. So I was both humbled and honored to have been asked to represent Talbot (along with Robert Saucy) at that Evangelical Affirmations conference at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. I tend to agree with James Packer (Hot Tub Religion) that all Christians are theologians, or at least ought to be. No, the kingdom of God is not simply orthodox theology. As a professor, I’m not in the business of disseminating information. I’m in the business of transformation. Like my students, I’m an exile in a fallen world, here to plant gardens of truth and love until that day when all things will be renewed and restored. And this, my friend, is why we study theology: to become the very best and most productive gardeners we can possible be.

    Saturday, November 21

    6:24 PM I’m sneezing tonight. Maybe I overdid it a bit today. It’s just another reminder that I’m in exile in a fallen world where bodies get tired and even sick at times. I’m drinking an Airborne right now. That usually fixes it. Life boils to down to some fairly simple principles. It’s all a matter of what the Greeks called epieikes, moderation. Our modern concept of moderation is a bit different I think. To the Greeks, moderation meant participating in activities that led to a consistent pattern of peak performance. It meant exercise, diet, and rest. The point is: Live your own life, run your own race at your own pace, and remember to rest (I had a nap today). I finished my run this morning feeling great. We will not do anything for any length of time if we find it boring. So tonight I have a plan of action: More Airborne if necessary and plenty of rest today and tomorrow. Every day, we must decide — you and I — what we’re going to do and who we’re going to be. To do that, we have to come to terms with our strengths and our limitations. When you run a 5K, you are in a sense tyrannizing your brain. You’re engaged in a wily game of mind control. Your body dictates to your grey matter. Only through perseverance can you succeed. And in the end, it doesn’t really matter what your time or pace were. It’s the repeated performance that produces pleasure. When, then, is success attained? When a person realizes that being less than a winner in the activity is preferable to the so-called “good life” elsewhere. In this case, we may run out of time but, as Vince Lombardi used to say, we can never lose.

    12:50 PM Got more pix to share with you today:

    1) Today was the annual “Cleft Palate Gallop” (or, in my case, “Trot”). Our goal was to raise at least $6,000 for the UNC Craniofacial Center. I’m told that we exceeded that amount by quite a bit. Woohoo!

    2) Here I am with the two race coordinators. They are both students in the dental school at UNC.

    What marvelous people. I learned so much today about children born with cleft palates. Restorative surgery is now commonplace and begins as early as 3 months. The funds raised today will be made available to needy families on a case-by-case basis. So if you live in the Raleigh-Durham area and ever hear of a child born with cleft palate, please don’t forget the services provided at UNC.

    3) The weather could not have been better for a 5K — clear, sunny, and cold. I’m told there were 350 runners in today’s race.

    4) Yes, I was pretty jazzed by the results!

     

    5) Finally, what can I say about last night’s concert? Something deep inside me was touched by Rachmaninoff.

    Music is one of those eternal things that reminds you of who you are in the midst of all the rushing about of life. The second movement of the concerto brought me to silent tears. The music was both powerful and comforting. How is it possible not to love classical music? It touches your soul and you start thinking of all sorts of things — a lost loved one, your childhood, your parents, your children, a trauma in your life that no one else knows about, the victims of war and terrorism, even life and death. Today it was particularly difficult for me to be back on the UNC campus, which is where I brought Becky countless times for her treatments. What helps me the most, when I can do it, is to relax into the arms of God and relinquish any effort to control my life. I accept life as it’s been dealt me — the good, the bad, and the ugly. Music helps. So does running. Both nudge me toward complete reliance on God’s love, which is “broader than the measures of the mind.” I need protection from the demons that assail me in the night. The last thing I want for my family is a father and grandfather who can’t shoulder his burdens. Once again, today I was enabled to sing a new song. “You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety! You are my refuge and strength in every trial, every danger, every challenge! Nothing I lack if I am Yours and You are mine forever! Thee I love, O Lord! O, how I love Thee!”

    Friday, November 20

    2:32 PM I think of myself as an old surfer, although I still think there’s some big waves left in me. This GoPro video captures the world of surfing so well I just had to share it with you.

    Riding a good wave feels like being at a 5-star hotel’s breakfast buffet. You’re overwhelmed by the options, which seem endless, but even more than overwhelmed you’re fantastically happy and want to taste every little morsel you see. Surfing is always like that. Whether you are young or old. Whether the waves are tiny or huge.

    I have got to get a GoPro camera for my next trip to Oahu.

    11:50 AM A couple more things ….

    1) Today’s cardio.

    I began my workouts on May 18, 2015. As of today, my totals are:

    432,000 calories.

    233.9 miles.

    40 pounds lost.

    2) My youngest grandson turns 6 months today. Happy Monthaversary, Mr. Peyton! Papa B loves you!

    3) Again, Diane Rehm concluded her news roundup today with the words, “The world sure is in a mess.” Yes, Ms. Rehm, it is. Permanent peace is an illusion until Jesus returns. In the meantime, you can forget about “security.” The plotter of the Paris raids was in Syria as recently as the Monday before the attack. What kind of national security is that? When I walk through TSA “security” at the airports do I feel safe? While they’re busy grabbing the bottle of water I forgot to take out of my carry-on bag, layers of security are missing, including the ability to “thwart” tests performed by the Department of Homeland Security. We are spending a lot of time and resources treating symptoms instead of the disease. People who do bad things have something more wrong with them than that. Removing the symptoms will not cure the disease. The basic trouble, Ms. Rehm, is the old self that is sinful and that does not consent to die. Only when a person begins to live in the truth of Gal. 2:20 and Phil. 1:21 can there be any hope whatsoever of change. But our God is able to make all grace abound even in this wicked and perverse world. The Christian can say, “Of His fullness we have all received, even grace upon grace, and those who receive abundance of grace and the gift of righteousness shall reign in life by Christ Jesus.” Thus we do not count our lives as dear unto ourselves, as Paul said (Acts 20:24). Jim Elliott’s battered body was a horrific sight but his soul had gone home through gates of splendor. Human life is precious in God’s sight. We Christians do not devalue it. It is a good gift and we will give an account for it one day. But when we count it as His and not ours (it never was ours), then we are free to “lose what we cannot keep to gain what we cannot lose.”

    7:38 AM Odds and ends ….

    1) Just made my reservations for my next trip to Hawaii in April. This time I hope to do this:

    I am praying the stairs will belegal by then. I mean, it’s no more dangerous than climbing Mount Olomana, which I’ve done 4 times.

    2) Henry Neufeld haspublished a book he can’t read. If you’re at SBL in Atlanta, you can ask him about it.

    3) I watched “The Truth About Your Food” last night. Horrible. Our food is produced not on farms but in factories. Even if you don’t eat at a fast food restaurant, you’re eating meat that is being produced by this system. Chickens never see sunlight. Antibiotics are put into feed. Cows stand ankle-deep in their own manure all day. Beef cattle are fed corn to finish them. Nobody ever asks “Why?” The average American supermarket has 47,000 products for all seasons. I can buy a ripe tomato today. It was picked green and ripened with ethylene gas. It’s not a tomato. It’s the “idea” of a tomato. It’s a disturbing notion to say the least.

    Okay, wait. We know that eating at MacDonald’s is bad for us. But we do it anyway. This has everything to do with discipleship, because the kind of person I am determines the kind of disciple I am. “We are subsidizing food that is making us sick,” says one interviewee. He adds, “By 2030, 42 percent of Americans will be obese.” As I wallow in self-pity (“But it’s too hard for a single guy to cook healthy food all the time”), I am literally killing my body.

    Can’t we just say “no” to junk food?

    4) Just a reminder that Eisenbrauns has my book Scribes and Scripture on sale. It’s 40 percent off. Gohere for more.

    5) Lest we forget:The Nigerian terror continues. In 2014 alone, Boko Haram was responsible for 6,644 deaths. My stars!

    Thursday, November 19

    5:45 PM The best flash mob ever.

     

    12:50 PM On my drive home from the gym today I happened to listen to a “conservative” talk radio program. I try to be charitable in my thoughts but I wince when the speaker describes how he would treat Syrian refugees. It’s a small thing, I tell myself. But sometimes a small thing can become a hairline fracture that could break us one day if left untreated. The more I think about it, the more I believe there is no one-size-fits-all solution to the problem of Syrian migration. I find it strange, however, that people claiming to be Christians can talk about bombing the ____ out of ISIS but never once mention the Gospel. One wonders if Jesus even loves Muslims. I checked out a new book from the school library on Tuesday night.

    It’s the kind of book I’d like to hand to millennials and church leaders and say “Read this!” I admire the author’s charity toward Muslims without being naive about Islamic terrorism. Like him, I long for a church that calls itself to higher ways. Evangelism is a package deal with belief in Christ; we are an unavoidable trinity of God, you, and others. As Christians we are called to practice our faith as compassionate and cross-bearing citizens of the world. Following Christ requires the ability to hold many contradictions. It is not out of irreverence for human life that we rebel against hate-mongering. It is out of reverence for the heaven on earth whispered by the author of Hebrews (11:16). You are the people with whom I need to get together to co-create the most important reality of all: “Thy kingdom come … on earth as it is in heaven.” I know it’s audacious to believe that Christians might actually love their enemies, real or perceived. But Christians give away what they have received. This is the way of grace. It isn’t enough just to say we love the lost. We need to give ourselves away if we want to experience the abundant, brave life Jesus promised. That’s the miracle of the church. What other institution on earth asks people to lose themselves so that others might live? None of us is meant to keep the Gospel to ourselves. We are made whole by becoming broken vessels of truth and love.

    A few takeaways from this excellent book:

    “You do not need a PhD in Islam to share your faith with a Muslim. Instead, you need to know Christ, have a heart of an ambassador and an array of effective communication tools” (p. 17).

    “Just as I needed Jesus, millions of others are in need of Jesus, including millions of Muslims” (p. 24).

    “Bridging the gap with Muslims is part of our role on earth” (p. 26).

    “The intention of dialoguing with Muslims is to have thoughtful, meaningful conversations — not to enter a boxing match of theology and philosophy” (p. 35).

    “Our Lord and Savior mastered the art of evangelism. As his disciples, we also must master the art of evangelism” (p. 38).

    “Most Muslims have never met an authentic follower of Jesus” (p. 72).

    “Muslims are watching Christians. They’re waiting to see if Christians are for real ….” (p. 77).

    “…more Muslims have become believers in Jesus in the past twenty years than in the preceding 1,400 years ….” (p. 87).

    “It’s important for us to have a solid understanding of what Muslims believe about how sin is forgiven” (p. 131).

    “To respond to our Muslim friends … we must be prepared to answer their questions about Jesus and the cross” (p. 134).

    8:24 AM Yesterday a senior colleague of mine and I had a happy discussion about that day when we will eventually leave the classroom. It’s amazing to think that I’ve been teaching Greek for 39 years. One day I will say goodbye to it all, hopefully before it is said of me, as was once said of a venerated Oxford scholar who refused to retire, that he had all the Christian virtues except for resignation. I somehow feel like the cowboy sitting on the rear-facing seat of a stagecoach so that he could watch the road over which he had travelled. I have taught thousands of students for whom, eventually, my name will be but a distant memory. Indeed, according to my observations, the grandchildren of scholars seldom read their grandfathers’ books. I dare not expect them (or anyone else, for that matter) to feel fascination with my career. It’s strange to think how many miles I’ve traveled down the road of academia. The old pursuits (and agonies) are lulled to rest. Instead of trying to make a scholarly name for oneself, the important thing now is to finish well and leave the classroom in fairly acceptable condition for the next generation of teachers. I suppose I have led an interesting life. My day’s work, for four decades, has been more than a little satisfying. I was brought up to believe that a Christian never truly retires. Indeed, I still think of myself as a student of Scripture rather than as a scholar. Thus I do not mind becoming obsolete. I read, like everyone else, the works of such scholars as Tom Wright, but the reading does not transform the world for me as it seems to do for many of my younger colleagues. There are writers, it is true, who once turned the world upside down for me — Eller, Ellul, Cullmann — but even these stellar authors I no longer read with the same youthful enthusiasm. Some currently unknown American scholar may one day publish as good a book asThe Subversion of Christianity, but I’m not holding my breath. In the meantime, I hope to communicate to everyone who will listen that the living Lord has designed a way to make the church work. He holds out a divine blueprint of hope and encouragement even in these dark days. And because He is the Bridegroom, I can declare without reservation that His plans are believable, attainable, reliable, and workable. The only question is: Will you and I trust Him through the painful yet inevitable process of change?

    Off to the gym. 🙂

    Wednesday, November 18

    6:45 PM Can’t wait to hearthis concert on Friday night at the NC Symphony. Rachmaninoff is arguably the greatest Russian composer of all time. His Symphony No. 2 is, to me, the definition of beautiful sadness.

    4:50 PM More miscellanea:

    1)So proud of my daughter-in-law, Jessica Black, who is featured as a doula inthis story at WRAL.

    2) Millions are asking: “When is your next 5K, Dave?” Answer: This Saturday in Chapel Hill, NC.

    The goal this time is to support the UNC Craniofacial Center.

    Children born with clefts have complex medical and social needs, requiring care throughout their growing years. Your contribution will help ensure access to comprehensive, specialized treatment for children with cleft lip and palate. The UNC Craniofacial Center receives your donations and subsequently allocates all of these funds to needy families on a case-by-case basis.

    Care to join me? Here are the details.

    4:25 PM This and that before I cook supper….

    1) Congratulations to today’s 110 Award recipient for getting a perfect score on our latest Greek exam. Ashish hails from Nepal. Free book time!

    2) This week I was asked to read a paper at theSociety for New Testament Studies annual meeting in Montreal in August, 2016. I gladly agreed. My paper title: “Contemporary images of Gehenna in the life of a single man.”

    3) As you probably know, I don’t believe that church gatherings exist for worship – at least not in the sense that church is about the “worship set.” When I go to church, I tend to look for what Paul described as oikodome, edification – believers encouraging other believers to grow in Christ. I must confess, however, that last Sunday at Old Fort Baptist Church I experienced something akin to real devotion as I sat through the worship sets.

    I guess I just want to say “thank you” to the worship team. I came away with a strong impression that here were people who weren’t interested in providing entertainment or in calling attention to themselves but rather had the ultimate goal of exalting Jesus. I found my gaze being directed beyond the platform or stage, toward God Himself. My esthetically-critical side gave way to a renewed focus on the internal dynamics rather than on the externals of singing. For once I wasn’t distracted by the style of music. In an odd sort of way, I saw people exercising their spiritual gifts in accordance with 1 Cor. 14:26. The people on stage weren’t entertainers. They were prompters. I marveled at God’s ability to speak directly to people from all walks of life. I will always be grateful for that older gentleman I saw who stood with his hands raised toward heaven, caught up in pure grace. It was as though we shared – he and I – a common life, full of promise and hope. Paul Tournier once said, “There are two things we cannot do alone: one is to be married and the other is to be a Christian.” I came away from that service impressed yet also troubled that maybe I’ve been missing a great truth of Christianity, one that C. S. Lewis wrote about many years ago:

    I disliked very much their hymns, which I considered to be fifth-rate poems set to sixth-rate music. But as I went on I saw the great merit of it …. I realized that the hymns (which were just sixth-rate music) were, nevertheless, being sung with devotion and benefit by an old saint in elastic-side boots in the opposite pew, and then you realize that you aren’t fit to clean those boots. It gets you out of your solitary conceit.

    I remind myself of Lewis’s words whenever I find myself squirming during a “worship set.” Yes, the church has become far too anthropocentric for my taste. Yet I have seen in my own life the direct and personal benefits of church music. Paradoxically, hypersensitivity to esthetics can be both a blessing and a curse. As a musician, I often have to force myself to enjoy church music. But on Sunday last, I believe I became more responsive to God than I had been in a very long time. Should I not have something of that same attitude toward congregational music wherever I am? In God’s family, Paul tells us, “there is neither Jew nor Greek, male nor female, slave nor free.” Perhaps I could add, “neither musician nor non-musician.” All such distinctions are blotted out under the ink of God’s amazing grace.

    I am glad, very glad, for that experience last Sunday. As I rose up to address the congregation I felt I had become one with them, joined together in our identity in Jesus Christ, who breaks down every barrier and every wall of partition among His people. Indeed, I have come to believe that my own attitude may well be the most important factor in a worship team’s “success” or “failure.”

    Tuesday, November 17

    8:20 AM Who says seasoned citizens can’t have fun?

     

    7:45 AM Please don’t take this the wrong way, but despite appearances to the contrary, I am a minimalist. I prefer the concepts simple and the words few. Recently I was asked to write an endorsement for a new textbook. The authors seemed to have a million things to say about every detail. I passed. Students don’t have lots of time. They are fluent in fast. If I force irrelevant information down their throats, they’ll know it — and won’t like it. Teacher friend, learn to speak the language of your students. Pay attention to what works and what doesn’t work in the classroom. Each of your students is different. But none of them needs to be the object of intellectual browbeating. Jesus often drew tight boundaries around His mission. He knew how to say no. So did the apostle Paul. So can you. Fellow writer, say no to verbosity. Say no to the temptation to write everything you know about your subject. Yes, we know you’re an expert. That is precisely the problem. (This, in my opinion, is the biggest problem with the two most recently published beginning Greek grammars.) Say yes to succinctness. Say yes even to humor. Use the first person. No one will object except for your high school English teacher, and she is long gone.

    May I tell you something else? Maintain constant eye contact with your students as you address them. And try — please try — to be at least moderately entertaining. Telling a joke in class is not a sin. Being boring is. And there are plenty of boring teachers. Let’s not perpetuate this trend.

    7:30 AM My first post this morning is nothing other than a few random, undeveloped reflections that came to me as I sat in various air terminals over the weekend. (Don’t we love air travel?) As I sat in my chair I reflected on my place in the world. How do I feel about my social roles, my work, my purpose in life, my family roles? How are my aspirations and goals being violated — or invigorated — by my current relationships? Disney’sLion King is famous for its theme song, “Circle of Life.” It depicts the cycle of life and death in the animal kingdom. There is sunrise and sunset, safety and danger, health and illness, life and death. I imagine this same perspective applies to human relationships. In fact, one of the most important things about you is the relationships you have with others. And for these relationships to be strong, other people have to be intentional in how they maintain them with you. Moreover, we are constantly rethinking our relationships — prioritizing, consolidating, simplifying, eliminating. We seek deep instead of surface relationships. We ask, “How big do I want my circle of relationships?” Relationships can be healthy and beneficial. They can also be toxic and harmful. This is, I think, one of the pressing human issues of the day. I have no shortcuts to offer. But I believe God will grant us healthy relationships when we dedicate ourselves to Him.

    Most modern lives resemble a patchwork quilt. There seems to be no consistent pattern by which to function. There is no centralized, unifying force at the center of our lives. Our lives resemble an orchestra warming up — a thousand jarring sounds. “Why should Dave mention all of this?” you ask. Well, folks, currently I’m praying about my circle of relationships. My quest is for what Augustine once called the “well-ordered heart.” He suggested that to have a well-ordered heart we need to love (a) the right thing (b) to the right degree (c) in the right way (d) with the right kind of love. His point is that we can love others with an evil as well as with a good love. We can love others selfishly or selflessly. We can love others in a well-ordered or haphazard way. So how do we go about transforming our hearts into hearts that love the right thing to the right degree in the right way with the right kind of love?

    Again, I have no answers. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in 63 years of living it’s that spiritual transformation can’t be orchestrated or programmed. We need spiritual sails to help us catch the wind of the Spirit. For Jesus, that meant foregoing certain relationships, even with members of His own earthy family. It meant reducing (rather than increasing) the number of His followers. In a sense, each one of us chooses our friendships whether or not we are intentional about it. We choose by default. Today I’m seeking an undivided heart. “Purity of heart,” wrote Kierkegaard, “is to will one thing.” The goal is a life that is integrated, a life focused on one thing — what Jesus called “seeking first the kingdom of God.” Imagine having a mind cleansed of all the debris that blocks our single-mindedness. As difficult as it is for me to admit it, I often quench or stifle God’s voice. As Christians we need to be responsive to God’s leading. If we have a sense that God wants us to do something, we must say yes. In the power of the Holy Spirit, Jesus has come to guide us, and we can experience His leading as definitely and immediately as did the people of Israel when they followed the cloud by day and the fire by night.

    Well, that’s it for these cogitations of mine on relationships. For today at least. I’ll be revisiting this issue in future posts for sure. God, it seems, is pouring His love over me in such an extravagant manner these days that it’s all I can do to keep standing upright under the flood. At the same, He’s nudging me from where I am to where I know I ought to be. And for once I have no pat answers, no Christian platitudes. I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but it’s got to get done.

    Monday, November 16

    6:36 PM Yo folks! Hope you had a great weekend. I had a wonderful time in the city by the sea. It was busy for sure. On Saturday morning I ran a 5K for lung cancer research at Folly Beach. I was shocked to hear that lung cancer has surpassed breast cancer as the leading cause of cancer deaths among women in the U.S. And get this: over the past 37 years the rate of new lung cancer cases has risen among women by a whopping 98 percent! And it’s not all due to smoking either. So it was great to be able to help the American Lung Association reach their goal of $70,000. There were tons of racers, which I was very happy to see. Then, on Saturday night, I spoke at a men’s dinner at Old Fort Baptist, and the next morning I had the chance to speak twice at the same venue. To wrap things up, this morning I spoke at Charleston Southern University. Baptists love to eat and I feel like I’m going to pop. Since my hotel was next to the university, I did my cardio on campus. One evening I did 3 miles as the sun was setting. It was gorgeous.

    As for the church meetings, I have rarely been part of a church missions conference that was so providential. The pastor had been teaching on “every Christian is a missionary” for the past month. They hoped my talks would be the icing on the cake. I was humbled to be given this important task. The messages burned in my heart as I gave them. My prayer is that God will use them to prepare God’s people at Old Fort to live the most Jesus-looking lives they possibly can. My hope in making this trip was that my audience would take the risk of opening their minds wide enough to become in danger of challenging a view of Christianity that they may have held for 10, 20, or all the years of their life. We’ve all experienced paradigm shifts, but not all paradigms are created equal. I would wager that the most dangerous paradigm shift of all is the one that demands that we renounce “Christianity.” It’s a shift that produces a brand of Christianity that lives out the fullness of the Gospel and gives it the luster it once had. It’s a shift that helps instead of hinders the progress of the kingdom. In effect, we are recovering the lost wisdom of Jesus, though it must be remodeled for a twenty-first century church. I desire to see a new generation of Christians who hunger for the Bible to touch each and every part of their lives. The only question left for us is: Are we willing to embrace a wider, smarter, humbler, and more biblical Christianity, or will we cling to the tassels of the Pharisees? All it takes is “repentance” — a Hebrew idea that means, essentially, to “return.” As believers, let’s begin there.

    My heartfelt thanks to my former student Charles McCallum (now at Old Fort) for arranging my trip and to Peter Link (Ph.D. in Old Testament, SEBTS) for inviting me to speak in his class on campus. Traveling and speaking is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do but it’s so rewarding. I’m so weak that I have to live in almost complete dependence and trust. Thanks so much for your prayers and texts. As always, they keep me going!

    Some pictures:

    1) At RDU. Have coffee, will travel!

    2) Historic Old Town Charleston, with Fort Sumter in the distance.

    3) Get ready to rumble at Folly Beach!

    4) Where’s my board when I need it?!

    5) My personal best time and pace. Woohoo!

    Still haven’t cracked that 30 minute barrier. One day maybe!

    6) The men’s dinner featured frog legs. Now them is some happy boyz!

    7) Speaking from Luke 3:23 on Sunday morning.

    8) Charleston Southern University just gets prettier and prettier every time I visit it.

    9) Peter Link’s beginning Hebrew class. I had just cracked a lame joke.

    It was a great privilege to speak to them about the importance of biblical Hebrew for New Testament studies.

    This evening I’m writing a few thoughts about relationships. I’m also jotting down a few ideas about the value of succinctness. If I have time, I’ll post my musings in the morning before leaving for campus. Until then, blessings!

    Friday, November 13

    8:06 AMI’m taking a couple of new books with me to Charleston to read on the trip. I have three “rules” when reading:

    1) Whenever I read a new book I always read it through from beginning to end in one sitting and without pondering the things I don’t understand. I find I have a much better chance of understanding a book on second reading after I’ve already gained a bird’s-eye-view of its contents.

    2) As for speed of reading, my golden rule is a simple one. I read a book no more quickly than I can read it with satisfaction and comprehension. I can generally skim a book on my first reading. This gives me some idea of its form and structure. I am thus prepared to read it well the second time around. I can always tell whether a book is a “good” book. A good book is one that is always over my head in some sense. It forces me to think, to stretch, and to pull myself up to its level.

    3) As for marking in books, I do so religiously. My pen is my best friend in reading a new book. Whether underlining major points or placing an asterisk in the margin or circling key words and phrases, I try to read consciously and interactively.

    How do you read a book?

    7:58 AMIf I were cooking Thanksgiving dinner.

    Turkey fail

    7:46 AMSeveral years ago a 14-year old sent Becky and me a letter indicating her interest in missions. This was my response. Since Christmas is almost upon us, I thought it might bear repeating.

    My dear sister in Christ,

    How I praise God for your interest in missions! I am thrilled to see how God is stirring in your heart. It is a wonderful thing to live in a nation that is saturated with the Gospel and with churches. Yet even the very name of the Savior is still unknown to millions of lost souls. Sometimes I hear young Christians tell me, “I feel called to stay here in America and minister to our churches.” I fail to hear any heart for the nations. How can that be? Jesus made it very clear, dear sister, what His mission mandate is for each of us who claim to follow Him. The fields are white unto harvest, and He is sending us into those fields just as the Father sent Him (John 4:34-38). Will you too make it your one goal to follow the Christ of the Gospel with your whole heart?

    Soon it will be Christmas again. Christians in America will overeat, send cards to people they hardly know, and give gifts they can’t afford. I think of a church that spends $25,000 each year just on the scaffolding for their “living Christmas tree.” I’ve often thought to myself, Isn’t our self-indulgence a strange way to celebrate the coming of the world’s Savior? The shameful hoarding of our possessions prevents the rest of the world from discovering the truth. Jesus was not content to stay in Capernaum. He was always pressing on to preach the Good News in the next village. We must be willing, as He was, to leave our comforts behind and let everything go for the sake of the Gospel. We must be willing to exchange anything and everything for the pearl of great price — the kingdom of God.

    For Becky and me, “missions” is not something we do. It is simply an extension of Christ’s life in ours. The church is nothing more than the living presence of a God whose heart is pounding with passion for the lost. Christ’s heart cry was for the dead and the dying, not for the self-righteous. Just think about it. A typical new church building in America costs as much as 2,000 simple meeting halls in places like Ethiopia and India. Yet we still manage to rationalize away our extravagant, oversized, and inefficient church buildings. Where is the fruit that would authenticate our faith? Jesus is not the Santa Claus we have made Him out to be. With awe, reverence, and obedience, we are to worship Him by carrying out His desires and fulfilling His commands. Becky and I are fulltime ambassadors of Christ in the courts of a rebellious world. Our wills are submitted and surrendered. As imperfect as we are (and we are very imperfect!), we are willing to let go of family, friends, and our own agendas for the sake of the Gospel. Jesus never apologized for calling His disciples to a life of self-surrender and self-denial. Will you say, “Lord, I will follow You. I offer you what I have as a 14-year old. I am but a stranger and pilgrim on this earth, and I cannot be at peace until the whole world knows of You. I will pay any price to see others know the love of God.”

    This, my dear sister in Christ, is the “normal” Christian life. And none of us is ever too young or too old to learn the power of voluntary self-surrender. It’s simply called obedience. And when we learn to run to it and embrace it, then we’ve begun to live the life of “reasonable service” our Lord requires of us (Rom. 12:2).

    As never before, the world needs God’s servants who are willing to give their all to fulfill the Great Commission. Will you be one of them?

    In the Lamb,

    Dave Black

    Thursday, November 12

    3:14 PMHere’s another true confession. I guess you might say I’m not a huge fan of lengthy introductions when I speak. They sound too much like eulogies. Not long ago I was introduced with a long list of publications and superlatives. It was a nice introduction, but it wasn’t introducingme. My past accomplishments are just that: past and unimportant. I’ve learned that life is to be lived in the present. I still have goals for the future, plenty of them. If I read Phil. 3 correctly, having goals is more important than attaining them. I’ve learned a great deal from the biographies of such scholars as F. F. Bruce who still had ambitions after they retired. What is my ambition in life? To be my best. To achieve everything the Lord wants me to achieve. I’ve crested many hills, but they’re all behind me now. Life is a present race with constant demands. Each day is important. And always, it’s more important to emphasize why something is done and not merely what. I admit, there are still some temptations toward self-indulgence. I still tend to look backwards. There’s no denying how attractive those leeks, garlic, and honey of Egypt are. But there’s no sense in living in the past. None whatsoever. Being forward-looking means becoming the best you can be now. No matter how old I get, the race of life remains a rewarding experience. My 5K times might be not be improving, but it doesn’t matter. I’m still running. At my age, I’m free. Free to do something with the person God made me. I’m not sure where I read this, but studies have shown that the two life cycles with the greatest creativity are 38 and the early 60s. But frankly, it’s not age but the self that’s the issue. Are you living in the past? Is nostalgia a game you like to play? Is yesteryear what it’s all about? I am a human being, created and recreated in God’s likeness, capable of infinitely more than I ever suspected. I know I look old, but I feel like a healthy young man. On Saturday morning I’ll get in that starting line and sweat it out. Then, that evening, I’ll teach my heart out. I’ll repeat that process on Sunday morning. The Old Adam will resist, of course, but I’ll tell him to take a hike. Take Saturday’s race. If I’m fated to be a mediocre 5K runner, I promise you I’ll be the best mediocre runner I can possibly be. The lesson? I’m not sure. Maybe it’s simply this: Never dwell on the past. It’s, well, past. It is far more profitable — and much healthier too — to stretch our body, soul, and spirit in the here and now to find our limits.

    I have come to agree with Paul’s philosophy: Christians do not have convictions; they live them. And the time to live our convictions is now.

    1:04 PMWell, I see that theChinese version of Seven Marks of a New Testament Church is about to be released. Here’s the cover. I can’t read a word of it.

    12:55 PMOne of my daughters has compiled a list of Becky’s well-known “sayings.” How cool is that?

    Who was Becky? Can you even remember? I can. She loved God. She trusted Him. She prayed to Him, a lot. And I, her husband, prayed with her. I thought surely the Lord would protect and guide — and give healing. But it was the cancer that won.

    What, then, is faith? It’s certainly not optimism. Faith is recoiling in horror because you expected God to operate in a certain way, and then deciding to trust Him anyway. This weekend in South Carolina, I’ll be speaking about true discipleship. Discipleship is simply thinking as God thinks. Just look at Jesus’ life. It means the end of self, the acceptance of hardship, and unconditional obedience. “If you care for your own safety, you’ll be lost. But if you will let yourself be lost for My sake, you will find your true self” (Matt. 16:25). Becky was a woman who found her true self. She let go of what the world calls “security,” surrendered to the Lord, and offered herself unreservedly into His hands. I think her “sayings” encapsulate this way of living well. See if you don’t agree.

    And now for my daughter’s essay:

    “Just want ya to know…”

    And other phrases that mom used so frequently that they are forever etched in my mind.

    As we have all discussed in the last few weeks, Mom was an incredibly special person.  There are so many things that made her unique that we would fail to try to write them all.  Yet, in the last days and weeks, I’ve found myself contemplating the phrases that she used so often that in our home they’ve become known as “her” phrase.  We find ourselves often saying, “well, you know what Mama B always said…”  Here’s my attempt at jotting down a few of those phrases.  I hope you’ll enjoy.

    It’s just a guide.   It’s no secret that Mama B had a deep desire to make every single moment of her life count for eternity.  One of the ways that she insured a productive use of her time was through her lists.  Any person who entered her home would doubtless have seen her lists.  She had a “things to do” list for each day.  She had a list for groceries, a list for things that she wanted to accomplish but not necessarily for the immediate day.  And there’s no telling how many lists were needed for each mission trip that she coordinated.  She was well organized; there is no doubt about that.

    But mom also knew that God was sovereign.  And mom cared about people and investing in people more than projects.  Often times God would bring a circumstance into any given day that would trump her goals for the day.  If there was a need, particularly from one of her daughters, she was always quick to say, “it’s just a guide” when contemplating the list of things that would inevitably not get done for the sake of caring for another’s needs.  I’m so thankful for the way that she modeled this for me. 

    God knows. Mom had a strong understanding of the character of God, and because of this she was able to (seemingly effortlessly) rest in His character.  She sometimes found herself in difficult situations with the various issues that accompany ministry.  And she would so frequently say, “God knows.”  There was no need for her to fight needlessly, or to defend herself, or to try to be something that she simply was not.  She would examine herself before the Lord and then rest knowing that He alone knew all. 

    Baca. This is the Ethiopian word for “enough.”  Mom had learned as an MK at a very early age to train her emotions.  For her, there was no time for indulging in a pity party.  Whether mom was working with a fussy toddler or dealing with a grumbling 30+ year old daughter, she was quick to stop it with the simple word, “baca.”  The neat thing about mom was that she had such wisdom, and this single word could be spoken in so many different tones.  She knew when we needed a gracious gentle nudge back to truth.  But she was just as aware when we needed a firm rebuke.  While none of the people in my home have made the trip to Ethiopia (yet), we still often speak this phrase to each other.

    And, Hulet, Zost, Bilu! Mom had a fabulous tradition that so many of us daughters have adopted into our own families.  When a meal was served, no one was to eat until ALL had been served.  The cue that it was time to dig in was simply counting, “one, two, three, ENJOY!” To make it all the more exciting and fun, we would count in Amharic and sometimes German, but very rarely in English.

    It’ll be what it’ll be.  Again this phrase so often used by mom expresses her intense trust in the care and sovereignty of her Lord.  This phrase should never be confused with some lase fare attitude– quite the contrary, in fact.  Mom knew she had a responsibility to use her life and every resource given to the fullest extent for God’s glory.  But at the end of the day there were times when she had no control over a situation, and so she would remain calm and unfrazzled about these situations.  Some examples that I remember clearly discussing with her were things like trying to apply for visas for travel, thinking through the effects of chemo on her body, and even things like the weather on student days and such.

    This is grace. Mom knew that she had been saved by grace, and she trusted that every single event that took place in her life came through the Lord’s hand of protection and was ultimately an act of grace upon her.  She was quick to make sure that each of us trained our minds to think this way too.  The piles of laundry, the house full of sick children, the flat tire, the unexpected pregnancy, the difficulties in church, all were to be seen as an opportunity to acknowledge God’s grace in our life.  The years of her instilling this in my head have been so critical in the last years as we all watched mom suffer so much and then to die.  Oh! that we could all echo with mom that this is all, indeed, grace.

    Not gonna worry ‘bout that.  This goes along with several of her other often used phrases, but I’ve saved it for last for a reason.  The usual context that I would hear this phrase was in the daily mundane this and that of life.  However, as I sat with mom in her last few days of life on earth, it was hard to tell if she was altogether “there” or not.  But she would repeat some words over and over again.  Sometimes she made no sense at all, but other times it was as if she was working through some list in her mind…checking things off her mental list as she prepared to go be with her Savior.  And do you know one of the phrases that she repeated over and over again in those final hours.  It was this one, “not gonna worry about that.”  Perhaps it wasn’t a list she was working through.  Perhaps she was still facing attacks from the evil one.  She knew that she would claim Christ’s righteousness for her own, and there was no need to worry about any accusation that came from the evil one.  Whatever the context, she was able to rest safe in His care.

    I bet that mom would be flattered for us to contemplate her words and to even incorporate them into our own use.  But I’m certain she would only be pleased if we looked beyond the woman and her words to the Savior whose character had affected every way of life for her, including her speech.

    10:40 AMTravel update: Lord willing, this weekend I’ll be back in Charleston, one of my all-time favorite U.S. cities. I have the honor of speakingSaturday evening at Old Fort Baptist Church at their sportsmen’s banquet, and then in both of their Sunday morning services. On Saturday morning I’ll also be participating in the annualLung Force Walk/Run 5K in Folly Beach. The race starts at 9:00 am. The goal is to raise $70,000 for the American Lung Association. Believe it nor not, lung cancer is still is the number one cause of cancer in the U.S. The best news of all? It’s a flat course!!!!!

    Wednesday, November 11

    6:24 PMFood-wise, it’s so good to be home again. Tonight I had a homemade tuna fish sandwich and a carrot for supper. Delicious. But if I have to eat out, I sure wish we had this restaurant here that I found up North.

    The food was outstanding, the service was excellent, and there wasn’t a single TV set in sight!

    4:42 PMThis arrived in today’s mail. I gave it a very strongendorsement.

    4:36 PMI see that Talbot (my alma mater) has an opening inOld Testament.

    4:26 PMRandom reflections ….

    1) I’m not over the hill. I’m just a little farther down the curvature of the earth.

    2) Remember the name Michael Green. I know of no one who is more passionately engaged with what it means to call the church to its fullest potential. You can find his writings at Amazon. Pastor friend, I double dare you to read his books.

    3) If the church cannot become a place for real, honest people (including real, honest leaders), it doesn’t have a future nor does it deserve one.

    4) God, pardon the cheesiness, but I still pinch myself whenever I think about You saving me when I was 8 years old. Thank You.

    5) Thanks to my DBO audience for reading my stuff and treating me like I belonged among bloggers.

    6) Thanks, R. C. You are a real friend. You are as wise as you are kind.

    7) Thanks, K. B. I needed that Holy Spirit kick in the pants in the other day. You’re the greatest.

    8) Thanks, H. N. I wouldn’t work with your company if it weren’t for your absolute commitment to ministry.

    9) Thanks to my Greek teacher, Harry Sturz, for giving me the gift of curiosity. It was 39 years ago when he hired me to teach Greek at Biola. Egads. Was it really that long ago?

    10) Thank you, Rosewood Farm. You will always feel like home to me.

    11) I’ve always dreamed of being an airplane pilot.

    12) We choose how we will respond to heartache. We can move from a “broken heart” to a “broken-open heart.” God, let Becky’s death lead me to a more vibrant life serving You.

    13) I used to groan for Christ’s second coming. Now I groan with earnestness.

    14) Our labels in the church strike me as being silly. Why can’t pastors just asked to be called “brother”?

    15) An increasing number of folks my age are getting into shape. They are saints in my book.

    16) Give what you have. Because you have something worthwhile to give. It isn’t enough just to get.

    17) What makes the church toxic is not its size or wealth. What makes the church toxic is when it weaves the illusion in our minds that greatness is about physical things when real Christianity is nothing other than humble living in a way that actually looks like the ministry of Jesus.

    18) A healthy community is always an honest community.

    19) Today I like myself more than I have in years.

    20) It is pointless to argue with people in the church about politically divisive issues. The one exception is The Donald’s hair.

    21) Even mainline denominations have in their folds strands of evangelicalism. I know. I’ve seen it.

    22) “We belong in a bundle of life” (Desmond Tutu).

    23) Family relationships are extremely fragile. Our legs are wrapped together in crepe paper. If we’re going to move at all, we’re going to have to move in unison.

    24) I’ve been flirting. With bowling. Used to bowl all the time in high school. Love that hobby.

    25) “I’m in this with you.” Tell that to someone today.

    26) Church no longer has a capital “C” in my book.

    27) New word in my vocabulary: calendaring.

    28) Someday I may rename my property Masterpeace Farm.

    29) I want to be free of my fear of heights.

    30) I like listening to a good sermon. I especially like listening to God speak through regular people.

    31) I love tough women. Becky was one. She was, in that sense, a true Christian. “We have very efficiently pared the claws of the Lion of Judah,” writes Dorothy Sayers, “certified him ‘meek and mild,’ and recommended him as a fitting household pet for pale curates and pious old ladies. To those who knew him, however, he in no way suggests a milk-and-water person; they objected to him as a dangerous firebrand.”

    33) My favorite words include mercy, love, friendship, redemption, music, aging, health, conversation, partnership, healing, weakness, and brokenness.

    34) Confession time: I ate two Dunkin’ Donuts at the Dulles airport. It’s a hazard of airline travel. Forgive me, Lord.

    35) I really wish we celebrated the Lord’s Supper as an actual weekly meal as practiced by the early church (Acts 20:7). Even if that means the sermon has to be cut short.

    36) I’ll confess that I get impatient with mediocrity. My own especially.

    37) I think of Scripture as scaffolding. It holds up the old bricks in your life.

    38) I don’t believe in reading the Bible just to read the Bible.

    39) I tend to compartmentalize my life. Of course it’s wrong, but I do it anyway.

    40) If you don’t answer emails within 24 hours, you are rude, plain and simple.

    Tuesday, November 10

    9:55 AMHey folks! My trip to G-Burg was just what the doctor ordered. I guess you could say I found perspective again. I teach. I write. I travel. I serve. I farm. I study history. But none of that is my identity. I don’t even find my identity in being a dad. I am simply my Father’s beloved, as are you. I worry that our evangelical superstars are ruining the church. Instead of seeing rulership in the New Testament I see relationship. Sometimes the most holy thing we can do is listen to those who are suffering and make their sorrow our own. This is how I want to live. See a need? Meet it if you can. Is someone sorrowing? Be there for them if you can. Feel like your batteries need recharging? Spend time with Jesus. I think the kingdom is far more simple than we make it. Enjoy a hike with God. Do a good deed for someone that no one knows about. Love your enemies. And fill your eyes with the light of Jesus. I am 63. I hope I can still change. I hope I can still grow. This weekend was like going for a long walk in a beautiful forest. Finally room to breathe. A cool, fresh wind in my face. Here I am, my Daddy’s son.

    Oh, Lord, You’re beautiful.

    Your face is all I seek.

    And when Your eyes are on this child,

    Your grace abounds to me.

    P.S. Here are a “few” pix. Grab a second cup of coffee if you have the time and I’ll show you where I’ve been.

    1) After arriving in Dulles early Thursday morning, I made a beeline for a historical site I had never had the chance to visit before. The Battle of Ball’s Bluff took place fairly early in the war. I hiked the battlefield and then headed to my next stop, Harpers Ferry.

    2) To reach the old town of Harpers Ferry you have to stop at the ranger station and catch a bus.

    3) Here, at the confluence of the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers, John Brown led an armed band of insurrectionists in an effort to establish an independent stronghold of freed slaves. He and his men overran the arsenal and took some hostages.

    4) On October 18, 1859, a company of U.S. Marines led by Col. Robert E. Lee and Lt. Jeb Stuart overwhelmed Brown and his men. Later, in 1862, Harpers Ferry would be captured by Stonewall Jackson during the Sharpsburg Campaign.

    5) During that battle, A. P. Hill’s Division was left behind in Harpers Ferry to parole the Union prisoners. But when Hill got an urgent call for assistance from Lee, he marched his men to Sharpsburg and reached the battlefield just in time to neutralize the threat to Lee’s right. 

    6) This was my fifth visit to the Sharpsburg/Antietam battlefield.

    7) Becky and I once spent our anniversary on the battlefield, here in the Piper Farm House, which was used by Longstreet as his headquarters during the battle. It’s no longer a bed and breakfast, but I have fond memories of taking long walks in the adjacent fields with Becky.

    8) Everyone knows about the famous “Sunken Road” at Sharpsburg. When we reenacted the battle many years ago, my unit was on the far right of the road and took many “casualties.” Ah, the fates of war.

    9) That evening I arrived in Gettysburg intent on jogging the field of Pickett’s Charge. I made the round trip in less than 30 minutes.

    10) This is as far as Confederate General Lewis Armistead got on that fateful day.

    11) Off in the distance were the Round Tops. I decided that the next day I would ascend both.

    12) On Friday I began my trek at the national park visitor center. A ranger suggested I hike from the center to the Round Tops and back. To do this, you have to make your way south along Cemetery Hill and Ridge, the sturdy perch from which the Union army made a stand for two bloody days.

    13) My walk took me past the Leister Farm House, which served as General Meade’s headquarters during the battle, then along Hancock Ave. As the fight on Day 1 died down, Meade called his corps commanders together at this house. By candlelight the generals decided to remain and fight it out at Gettysburg rather than retreat south. “Such then is the decision,” said Meade. The house is tiny. It has but two little rooms. I suppose it would have been torn down many years ago but for the vagaries of history.

    14) As you can see, the park was almost completely deserted.

    15) Eventually you arrive at Meade’s statue along Cemetery Ridge. (It was an odd war: Meade’s sister married a planter from Mississippi and her son died at Fredericksburg fighting for the Confederacy.) The statue does a good job of portraying Meade’s balding head and pouchy eyes that always seemed to give an air of melancholy. At Gettysburg, Meade was at his best. Sadly, his reputation took a considerable nose-dive when he let Lee escape back into Virginia. Lee won the race to Williamsport, and the war dragged on and on.

    16) Here is the famous “clump of trees” that everyone knows about from the movie Gettysburg.

    17) The largest of the 1,200 monuments in Gettysburg belongs to the great state of Pennsylvania, for obvious reasons.

    18) This is the George Weiker farm house. It stands in the shadow of Little Round Top. It served as a field hospital during the battle, with wounded filling every room and arms and legs piled up outside the windows. Horrible.

    19) As you continue south you see the Peach Orchard and the Wheat Field to your right. (Like the Sunken Road at Sharpsburg, certain place names in America deserve capitalization.) I was reminded of Union General Sickle’s folly in moving his men forward contrary to orders. From this point you begin to ascend until you reach the summit of Little Round Top. Here, on the second day of the battle, Federal signalmen waved their flags to communicate with other portions of Meade’s army. General Gouverneur Warren was one of them — the army’s chief engineer. He still stands here today, field glasses in hand.


    20) The Federals resisted repeated Confederate attempts to flank the Union Army. The struggle for Little Round Top was ferocious. But none of this was obvious on this peaceful November day.

    21) It’s eerie standing on the exact spot and seeing the exact stones where the 20 Maine made its stand.

    22) “L” stands for “Left.” This was the end of the line for the entire Federal Army of the Potomac on July 2, 1863.

    23) Five minutes later I had made it to the summit of Big Round Top.

    24) The round trip was about 7 miles and it took me exactly 1:39 to walk it. The little curl in the line at the bottom shows where I stopped at Little Round Top.

    25) I love the Lutheran Seminary building. There’s a wonderful museum in it now. 

    26) On Sunday I was blessed to find a Southern Baptist congregation in Gettysburg.

    27) Here’s pastor Steve. He baptized three young people that morning. Woohoo!

    28) My final goal of the trip was to see where Lee had sent Jeb Stuart and his cavalry on the third and final day of battle.

    29) It was in this field that Stuart’s attempt to get into the rear of the Union Army was thwarted by a newly minted Union General named George Armstrong Custer.

    30) While in Gettysburg I couldn’t resist having my picture taken as a general in gray…

    31) … and as a general in blue….

    32) … and as a general nuisance.

    So … a great trip it was, in every way. I’m never sure how to respond when people ask me how I’m doing. Obviously the loss of Becky was devastating. I will never have her back again. Yet I can say without any hesitation that God has used this experience to grow me in Him. The process is so slow I am never really conscious of it. But this weekend I realized again just how much He loves me. The loss that so impoverished me is also the loss that made me rich with new relationships, new experiences, new interests, and a closer walk with Him. I miss Becky like the dickens. But she died with dignity and with a glorious future ahead of her. I can still hear her laughter, see her face in every room of Bradford Hall, watch her hands busy working for Jesus, and I end up believing with greater depth and joy than I had before.

    Blessings,

    Dave

     

    Thursday, November 5

    4:03 AMRun your race. Don’t bury a single talent of yours. God designed you to be good at something. Now find it and do it.

    Bye!

    Dave

    Wednesday, November 4

    5:32 PMOdds and ends ….

    1) I love Old Wake Forest. It was here that the Manual Labor Institute was founded in 1833. Students took courses in Greek, Latin, philosophy, and mathematics. They lived in former slave cabins and went to class in the carriage house. The town of Wake Forest College was eventually founded in 1880. So much history to see when you’re doing your morning exercise!

    2) Here I am giving away boxes of books to Moncy Mammen to take with him back to India, where he serves as principal of the Hebron International School.

    Love it. Listen, just because everyone else is building their gigantic libraries doesn’t mean you have to as well. I am a guy who loves books. That’s who I am. I love reading them and I love writing them. But take a lesson from me: Don’t think twice about handing your books over to people who need them far more than you ever will. Giving away books is just a matter of good stewardship. Most of your books have been completely untouched for years. But in India (and a dozen other countries) there are students who just can’t wait to get their hands (and eyes) on them. When I retire I don’t want any books left in my library. Not one!

    3) Oh, and here’s Moncy’s dad, Mammen Joseph. He’s given my daughter Nili the keys to her new scooter.

    Writes Nili:

    I am so very grateful to you for providing me the gift in the form of two-wheeler (scooty). The scooty is very beautiful in maroon color. It’s the most expensive gift I have ever got. And I am so much enjoying riding it. God truly fulfills our needs and He has fulfilled through you. Every time I ride it, I remember you.

    “Scooty” she calls her new two-wheeled motor bike. Cute. Nili tells me she uses it to get back and forth to college. Good reader, I don’t mean to sound selfish, but man, I love what God is doing in Nili’s life. Every good, meaningful possibility in life comes from Him. Amen!

     

    4) Tomorrow morning early (as in 6:00 am) I fly to Washington Dulles to begin my trek to Gettysburg. Who knows the routes I’ll take in getting here? I’ll probably start out at Harper’s Ferry, then traipse on up to Sharpsburg, MD, following in the tracks of Lee and his troops in 1862, and from there to Chambersburg and possible Carlisle before heading south toward The Burg of Getty. I just had a full-blown-tears-down-the-face-cry thinking about Becky, and I believe I just need to get away from the house for a few days. Mind you, I am not interested at all in Civil War history. Zero, zilch, nada. (I love to tease.) I plan to do a lot of hiking in the national military parks. I might even have my likeness taken again in the role of Lee after he became the president of Washington College (remember that old photo of him wearing an oversized black suit and looking like a grizzled old bear?). Here’s Lee with some of his old cronies at White Sulpher Springs, West Virginia in 1869, a year before his death.

    Gettysburg could have been a huge success for Lee had not the Union Army regrouped on a place called Culp’s Hill and Cemetery Ridge — the twin foci of my research on this trip. I’ve even hired an authorized park guide to help me. He better be good. The “Wo-ah” (as we say here in southern Virginia) is one of the most riveting stories of history. It will gobble you up if you’re not careful. Then you’ll end up buying a bunch of books that you’ll end up giving away anyhow.

    Tuesday, November 3

    8:25 AMTwo more from the “testimony file”:

    1) I am thinking about my dear friend who left us two years ago. She was so very precious; a joyful and delightful giant of a lady. I will never forget the day she announced that she had cancer.  My heart was deeply saddened as I wondered what the days ahead would be like.  She demonstrated true trust in our Lord as she moved forward adding the new challenges before her to her already full life. 

    I remember being amazed at how she refused to let the doctor’s visits, sickness and all cancer related additions stop her from living daily life to the fullest.  I thought people “stopped life” to concentrate on the urgency of cancer, but not BeckyLynn. Her plans were altered, but her following hard after Christ never changed. Yes, she had difficult days and bumps in the road came, but she flowed along through them resting in her sovereign Lord. All who watched her could plainly see that she had vision, purpose and determination to follow God. She had no intention to quit pressing forward to do those things she was passionate about.  Serving God, loving her husband, living life to the upmost and making a difference in the lives of others motivated her as the months came and went. Oh, how I miss that joyful smile, words of encouragement, little outings together, lunch, and her laughter that gave me a happy heart.

    No matter how we spent our together times she intentionally included Christ, without fail.  BeckyLynn had a special greeting for others and it went like this, with her beautiful blue eyes sparkling and a big smile on her face,  “How are YOU?” with the emphasis on “you.”  How I loved to see her and hear that greeting.  Now to end this, I want to say that she loved her husband dearly, and she expressed concern for when she would no longer be there to take care of him. Even with that concern though, she trusted Dave to God’s keeping. Now that I have mentioned Dave, I must say that watching him care for his dear wife was a most beautiful picture of God’s mandate for husbands to love their own wives as they love themselves.

    Dave and BeckyLynn lived out the Word of God in their marriage, and together they truly demonstrated Christ’s example of loving others more than themselves and His directive for marriage. Together, and individually, they stood strong hand-in-hand with the Lord of their lives through the easy times, the hard times, and ultimately the day of separation in this life. The friendship that I had with BeckyLynn Black was a privilege, an honor, and a true gift from God. I treasure the memories of her life with delight and gratitude.

    2) Brother Dave,

    I’ve been praying for you.  I walked through the cemetery this weekend and we had our time of corporate prayer for those being persecuted for their faith yesterday.  Those things always make me think about Becky (and you).  I’ve been thinking about ways that she impacted my life over the weekend.  Not only mine but so many others.  Yesterday as Moncy shared about their ministry again I was reminded of the selfless life that she taught me to live.  I’m not even close to being the example that she was or that the Lord wants me to be but I am desiring to be.

    I know that she challenged me to be all that God created me to be.  She raised the bar of expectation and though sometimes the task seemed daunting she somehow knew what I was capable of doing in the Lords strength.  It was in those times that I truly began to discover my gift of teaching.  It thrills my soul to be in His Word studying in an effort to teach other women the things of God.   For that I am so grateful!! We will often say, “this is not Mama B in charge.”  Anyone who was ever a part of her planning a trip or event would know exactly what that meant.  She was an amazing organizer and planner.  She even thought about how we would be affected after a trip and prepared us for that as well. 

    She would drop me a note of encouragement from time to time and that would always mean the world to me.  I have a devotional book written by Amy Carmichael that she gave me.  Those little treasures I hold onto because I have never received anything like that from my own mother.  She knew that too.  I miss her and I’m so very thankful for the time that I had with her.  What a glorious day it will be to see her again as we live together forever with our precious Lord and Savior!!

    May God Bless you brother Dave.  Thank you for all that you do to serve King Jesus and for sharing Becky’s life with us.

    8:10 AMSo I survived the weekend. Yippee! So much love to all my kids. Without you, life would be a lot tougher. Thanks for being there (and for giving me space when I need it). Endless gratitude to my church family and blogging buds (you know who you are) who have taken the time to write me such encouraging emails. You are my cheerleaders. Thanks for letting me be me. Finally, thank you Jesus for being your brilliant, loving, and magnificent self. Yes, I need my friends. I need their companionship and counsel. But mostly, Jesus, I need you.

    You folks may recall that I was whining the other day about how difficult the 5K course was last Saturday in Raleigh. (Yes, I know that Paul outlaws all “grumbling” and “complaining,” but he didn’t say boo about whining.) Well, today I discovered an elevation graph of the course:

    Okay, wait. That only looks difficult. You should try and run it to realize its true hellishness. Lately, it has become clear to me that being a racer means that you have to be prepared for the unexpected. Not every course is level. Um — ain’t the Christian life a bit like that? I mean, just when you think everything is going well, kazaam! Cue the music from Jaws. Yep. That’s what last weekend was like for me. But just think — that’s over and done with! I’ll never have to face that again! Smooth sailing from here on out!

    Right.

    Look at that chart again, Dave.

    Jesus was correct: Following Him wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, it seems to get tougher and tougher the older you are. I should know, since I’m an old geezer. I keep telling myself, “Self, if you truly loved Jesus more than anyone or anything else, you’d make a lot steadier progress in life.” Well, I just lied to good old “Self.” I’m engaged (as you are) in a war with the world, the flesh (myself), and you know who. How much harder can this possibly get? we ask. Life is going great — and then you have a miscarriage. Or a cancer invasion. Or a nervous breakdown. None of us means to, but it’s just so easy to make the Christian life into some kind of Christian utopia. A true fantasy world. Kinda reminds me of one of the Republican presidential candidates who, during a rally, held up his Bible. “See? Lookie here! Do you see it now? I’m an evangelical! See?” People like that remind me of a half-filled bag of Doritos– not exactly “pressed down, shaken together, and running over.” (And no, Mr. Trump, it’s not okay to insult other people, even though you most certainly are better looking and richer than anyone else on the planet.)

    So where does this leave me on … THE DAY AFTER? About the same place I was three days ago. Trying to step graciously into my role as the household patriarch. Encouraging my students and the church at large to fill in each other’s potholes and gaps so that the body of Christ can be whole. Taking one day at a time, knowing that I am surrounded by God’s all-surrounding grace and the freedom it brings — and the hope, and the joy, and the peace, etc. I’ve learned that life begins every day. Every when you get old. In the words of my dear sister-saint, Sarah-Patton Boyle:

    I felt more alive as my seventy-fourth birthday rolled by than I had when I was young. Increasingly, I saw new possibilities, uninhibited confidence surged in me again. I was my own woman — in some ways more than ever before.

    Substitute “man” for “woman” and you’ll get the idea perfectly. I can get older without getting old. My doctor tells me that my lifespan is related to my lifestyle. I believe her! Clearly, my body benefits from my workouts and races. But my mind and soul and emotions do too. When my students are taking a quiz I sometimes look out over my captive audience and ask silently, “Are you content with this total living person you are now? If this were your last day on earth, would you be satisfied?” You know, Becky was always in a state of “improving.” She was never, ever satisfied with the status quo. In this respect we were a lot alike. Always growing. Always challenging ourselves to new and greater heights. We’ve all met octogenarians who felt younger at heart than many people half their age. But such perseverance requires spiritual resources. It means we can’t avoid courses like the one depicted in the graph. You see, each one of us has three ages: our chronological age, our biological age, and our psychological age. You may be 30 but you may have the biological age of a 60-year old, and vice versa. You may be 60 but true age is measured by how you feel and act.

    God still has a plan for this lump of clay. It may be old, but it can still be reworked. My prayer is that God would show me, this day, what new purposes He has for me. How ’bout you? Have some Face Time with Jesus today. This has everything to do with how you negotiate the ups and downs in the course of your life. And, by the way, isn’t it time you got that old bod in shape?

    (*Dave gets down off soapbox.*)

    Cheers!

    Monday, November 2

    6:16 PMBless your hearts, my dear readers. You’ve put up with me for two days of random reflections about the woman I called my wife for 37 years. For much of the weekend, the pain was unbearable. I sank back into the all-familiar waters of discouragement and anxiety. I was reminded: This was the hardest thing you’ve had to do, Dave. This weekend was a time to weep. Weeping offers its own consolation. Now it’s time for my soul to take courage and travel on. At the age of 63, it seems to be a little late for God to be building character. But that’s what He’s doing. This is yet another chance to count on God’s grace. With infinite wisdom and love, my life is constantly sustained. “And so God gives light to our eyes and a little relief in our bondage” (Ezra 9:8). This is a wonderfully comforting word to me tonight. Acceptance of loneliness is not passivism. Tomorrow I will teach my classes and mentor my students and participate in the victory of Christ. There is still the joy of sunlight and the scent of flowers and the breathing of pure air and the stars smiling like the eyes of God. My ruined plans now somehow fit into His larger plans. I begin another year — without Becky. It’s merely a new chapter, and I will go on living in a fractured world with fractured relationships. I am a widower. That’s my assignment now. Another gift. Is it the end of the story? No. A thousand times no. It’s just another chance to count on God’s grace, just as you are doing in your life.

    Folks, it has been my privilege to have shared my thoughts with you these past two years. Thanks for tuning in. Now let’s all make tomorrow an offering to God, who can transfigure it into something for the good of others. After all, that’s what He’s left us here to do.

    Love,

    Dave

    2:32 PMThank you, Nate and Jessie, for a wonderful lunch with four awesome grandsons.

    Nolan, I absolutely loved your new train layout. You and your pop are having way too much fun. Brings back memories of when your daddy was your age!

    Alright Mr. Peyton, stop showin’ off. I already know how cute you are!

    A dozen roses in memory of my Texas belle. 🙂

    10:18 AMMorning bloggers! Despite a rather tumultuous day yesterday emotionally, the Lord gave me a good night’s sleep last night. My subconscious must have been wide awake, however, because I awoke at the exact time that Becky slipped into eternity. I got up, prayed, then began my normal Monday morning routine. I worked out at the gym, did the tread mill (it’s raining outside), got gas for the van, then came home and had a light breakfast. Right now I’m playing catch up with your emails. Today I will celebrate Becky’s life by placing flowers at her grave and then having lunch with one of my children and their family. For what it’s worth, here’s a list, by no means comprehensive, of some of the things I’ve learned in the past two years:

    1) Whether life takes a dramatic turn or it stays the same, God is dependable. Always.

    2) “You have to tell your story,” people said. I chose to do so. I hope it was a blessing and a challenge to you. It was certainly cathartic for me.

    3) My life is just about “normal” again. I have learned to make life work, the whole time relying solely on God’s grace.

    4) Loss means choice. One has to choose that God is still God, that He is wise and good and sovereign and loving and benevolent and all-powerful and compassionate. As shattered as I became two years ago today, I determined to learn as much as I could from the loss and understand how God works good out of evil.

    5) Memories still flood my mind. That’s a good thing. After all, I still love her.

    6) I have not remarried. I have no desire to. I am content to learn how to function as a single father to all of my kids and grandkids.

    7) My life is as rich today as it has ever been. It’s not that my circumstances have changed. I have changed. I ponder life more deeply today than I did two years ago. I am also more content with the ordinary stuff of life. I have slowed down, smelled the roses (literally), and begun to live as joyfully and serenely as possible.

    8) To my children who still feel sorrow on this day: It’s okay. I expect we will all feel some sorrow and sadness for the rest of our lives. When you tell me, “I miss mom,” I know exactly what you mean. We have gained much from her legacy and heritage; now we need to resolve to pass on that heritage to those who will come after us.

    9) I have had wonderful encounters with many people over the past two years. I’ve reconnected with old college buddies who wrote to say they were praying for me. I’ve gotten back to the Islands. I’ve forged new friendships at the gym and on the track. It is moving to hear the stories of other people’s losses. None of us has escaped death or loss. I hope we can continue to be an encouragement to each other.

    10) Anniversaries and holidays are the hardest. I know this. You know this. But when those days come, they almost always seem to catch us off guard. Yesterday I felt so oppressed by sadness I could hardly function. And I realize that both Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the bend. My goal is to budget in breaks around those times so that I can give God time to work in my heart. Hold me to it, will you?

    11) Developing new hobbies has been a life-saver for me. No matter how old I get, I want to continue walking and running and hiking and racing. In Saturday’s race, I guess I ran at the middle of the pack. The eight-minute milers were long gone. As I neared the end of the course, I had run up and down several hills and was paying for the effort. As I crossed the finish line my chest was on fire, my legs felt like lead, I was losing my form. It was all I could do to finish. It mattered little, once I saw the smile on Anna’s face. She was worth it — and so was the cause of raising awareness about mental illness in our country. Each race for me is a challenge, a drama, and hopefully something God uses to stretch me. I’m glad I discovered this sport.

    12) As I blogged yesterday, my dogs have come to mean a lot to me. I admire them. They live as we have to be told to live: one single day at a time. Like the birds, they look to God to meet their needs. They may not have “faith,” but they sure do exercise “trust.” They have become my new teachers.

    13) My children and grandchildren have become a source of encouragement to me as well. Almost daily I hear from at least one or two of them either by text, email, or an occasional phone call or Face Time. Just before I crawl into bed at night I pray for each of them and ask God’s richest blessings on their families. When it comes to family, my life is a bounty, and I am so grateful for that blessing.

    14) At first, my loss made God seem distant. Now He is so close I can almost touch Him. This is the promise of true transformation. This is the power of the Gospel.

    15) Catholic theologians often refer to the “sacrament of the present moment.” Becky’s death has made me more alive to the here and now. Today is the eternal now. It is the only chance I have to be alive, to know God, and to serve others.

    16) Finally, the recurring challenge for me is to model for others, who will have their own turn to experience loss and grief, something of how to face their loss with integrity and an open heart. A few folks I know want me to write a book about my journey, but I have long since tabled that idea. My blog posts will have to suffice. As for tomorrow, I imagine the focus of this blog will change a bit. This is now my time to make every new day an offering of my best to the One who deserves our best. I hope that between now and November 2, 2016, I will learn to practice the Presence of Christ as never before, to come before His throne with new urgency and with a heightened eagerness to see His kingdom come and His will be done on earth as it is in heaven. But whatever my condition when I show up in His presence — whether as a Doubting Thomas or a trusting saint — I have to believe that God will meet me there, providing what I need for that single day and for all the tomorrows of my life. As with anyone who has suffered a loss, I still have issues. I still have matters to work out. I’m far from perfect. But God’s grace is mercifully wide. Despite all of our hang-ups, He loves us still.

    Thanks to all of you for caring. Time and time again I have heard one of you say, “Dave, you have no idea much your blogging has meant to me.” If you have been blessed, it’s because you allowed my suffering to become yours. And now we must choose, likewise, to suffer with those who suffer, whether they be family members or friends or those being persecuted in the Middle East. Suffering is a pure gift to us. Let’s all make the most of it.

    Blessings,

    Dave

    Sunday, November 1

    8:05 PM“But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret” (Matt. 6:6).

    But what about the dogs? I can’t keep my grief private from them, can I? Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could. You see, my dogs have this sixth sense about them. Always have. I can’t keep my pain entirely to myself because they witness it. They are members of this household and — for crying out loud — they will take their place at the great circle.

    Here I am reading. I have my Bible and two books. Sheba jumps up on the sofa, while Dayda stands guard on the bottom deck. “He is lonely,” their eyes seem to say. “We’d better stay close by.”

    It’s an irony, but often the things that are taking place in the spiritual life are hidden to all but the eyes of God, while the outward appearance seems almost incidental. But I can bear solemn witness to the fact that dogs can indeed empathize. It’s as though they are telling me, “It’s okay to grieve, daddy. God is already here, and God’s promise for you is, ‘He shall still bring forth fruit in old age'” (Ps. 92:14). (I guess dogs know Scripture too.) Pets never seem to worry or fret. They know they will be cared for, fed, watered, and bathed. There isn’t a man or woman anywhere, I am convinced, who does not long for the love of a dog. All creation praises God all the time — the sun, the moon, the stars, the rivers, the sparrow. I have seen His face more than once in the faces of my puppies.

    Big hugs, then, to Sheba and Dayda. I love it when you come over to be with me, regardless of your motives. I love keeping you safe, happy, and healthy. Yep, you’re part of the family!

    6:40 PM“I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God’s purpose is that people should fear Him” (Eccl. 3:14).

    I intended to go to the assembly this morning and thence to the grave, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. As you might surmise, that 100-foot wave I mentioned to you the other day? Well, it’s hit, and with full force. Community is such a basic human need, but right now I just want to be with Him. Today my library was turned into a sanctuary. It’s where I hear Jesus say, “I will see you through this.” The Christian life isn’t easy but it is simple. Be real. Cling to Jesus. And if you want to be a leader, become a servant.

    So here I am, holding a worship service in a farm house. The tears come in bucket loads. It helps to remember that when Becky died, she was simply going home. There were days when she feared death, and days when she felt an odd exhilaration, knowing she would be meeting the One who met her daily in her prayers and in her deeds of service. Though I know those who love me are praying for me right now, it’s exhausting just to walk or eat. It’s a paradox: You relax into the pain, knowing that the force of the 100-footer eventually has to dissipate. Jesus refreshes us even in the midst of our suffering. His purpose is that I should “Fear God,” as Solomon put it so long ago. I am being tested in ways I can’t control, but I can still trust. Because God never leaves His people comfortless. Never.

    11:06 AMThestory of Julianna is the most heart-warming and heart-wrenching story you will read today. (Kleenexes handy?) Julianna is a dying 5-year old who has chosen heaven over hospital.

    As Becky lay dying in our bedroom 2 years ago, I asked God to teach me the discipline of full release. If it was His will to heal Becky, I prayed for healing. But if it was my time to release Becky as she entered a new life with Him, I prayed that He would deepen my trust so that I could lie down in peace and sleep at night in the safety of His arms. In life or death, Becky and I were His. He gathers us all to Himself one by one and brings us home. God, today I join with all those who are losing someone they love. I ask that you lighten their sorrow and give them a strong sense of Your presence. Guide their doctors and hold their families near Your heart as they face this going. Preserve those who are left behind from resentment, fear, and despair. Sustain in them a spirit of thanksgiving for every day they had with their loved one. Help them to accept what they must and enjoy what they can until that day. Be near them and comfort them, and let them find their rest in you.

    10:22 AM“Who will console you? Who will comfort you?” (Isa. 51:19). Human words do help. Thank you. Here are three more testimonies. The last one, by the way, reminds us to pray for the persecuted church around the world. This being Persecution Sunday, that’s not a bad idea. 

    I’m just thankful for how she invested in my life. She cared for me and my family!  She spoke truth and love into my life. She didn’t have to do that. She chose to do that. I believe she did that because of her love of Jesus and because she wanted to obey Him.  She thought of others more than herself. She gave of her time, wisdom, and finances to help many. I still think of her often and I’m thankful God allowed me to be a part of her life.

    It’s hard to imagine that it has been two years since MamaB went home to be with the Lord…. She is missed, there is no question about that. The truth is my wife and I think about her all of the time. A tall and beautiful woman, gentle and tender in how she expressed the love of Christ, full of wisdom, and always mindful that everything in her that was good and imitable—and there was much—was all the work of her wonderful Savior. She was an advocate. She was a nurturer. She was the most intentional disciple-maker we have ever known. Her life is evidence of how God can take a person and give them a huge impact at home and abroad, if they would just place their life in his hands and surrender it all. Her impact in so many of our lives is just one more example of how a continued, sacrificial, and resolved investment of one person’s life into someone else’s can really make the world a better place. MamaB’s investment in our lives is a constant reminder of the cost of discipleship. She taught me that though the cost is extremely high for one who is a disciple, it is even greater for one who makes disciples. The world needs more “moms” (Titus 2:3-5). There’s no question about that either. But, for us, there is and always will be only one MamaB.

    I never gave Ethiopia any thought until I read Becky’s book. My heart was opened and began to pray for people suffering for Jesus around the world. I am grateful for that book because it challenged me to follow Jesus with an intense faith.

    10:12 AMSince thousands have been asking what my race time was yesterday ….

    9:40 AMTwo years ago today Becky and I were still together. I sometimes ask myself: “What did we learn in 37 years of married life together?” Here are a few random answers to that question:

    1) Contentment. “There is great gain in godliness with contentment,” wrote Paul (1 Tim. 6:6). Becky and I knew what contentment was. We had learned to live with things we knew we couldn’t change. We had learned that no matter how hard we tried, some relationships were never going to be healed. We had learned not to squabble over little things. We had learned not to expect too much from life. Contentment does not negate a commitment to caring. We cared about people, a lot. But life does have its limits. There are only so many things you can do, so many places you can travel to, so many people you can help. And contented people are okay with that.

    2) Discernment. “Be very careful how you live — not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity because the days are evil” (Eph. 5:15-16). Two years ago Becky and I were 60 and 61 respectively. People over 60 don’t believe in “killing time.” They realize that life flies by. Time is a precious possession. Becky and I spent much time in prayer, seeking to discover God’s will for our time, energy, and resources. Discernment led us to let go of certain pursuits and ministries. But it also led us in new directions in our work for Jesus. Both of us felt that even greater demands awaited us in the Lord’s service. We were working harder than ever for the kingdom. We had learned to work wiser and not only harder. We rarely felt nostalgia for days gone by. Life needed to be lived in the “now.” Wrote William Barclay, “The fault of age is that it has come to a stage when it prefers things as they are.” What a shame. Jesus was always forward-looking. And that’s how Becky and I wanted to spend the rest of our married life together.

    3) Faith. I love Acts 2:17: “Your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.” As Becky and I entered the winter of our married life together, we continued to expand our horizons. We felt that our last years could be our best years — a grace-filled period in which we leveraged our wisdom and experience for the Gospel. Though we both keenly sensed our heavenly citizenship, we knew we were here on earth with a heavy responsibility to return the gifts we had received. One of Becky’s final dreams was to help a ministry in India establish a school that would make their ministry self-supporting and less dependent on funds from the West. We were always looking for new directions to stretch our faith. Growing older was simply a new leg on life’s journey. We knew that God still had work for us to do if we only had the eyes of faith to see it.

    4) Vulnerability. “The Lord said to me, “My grace is sufficient, because My power is made perfect in weakness ‘” (2 Cor. 12:9). Isn’t there a touch of the Savior in being vulnerable? The older Becky and I got, the more committed we became to transparency, both in our writings and whenever we counseled with people. Our weaknesses and struggles could become places of healing and power for others. Have you noticed? There are some people you know who seem to be able to rebound from one loss after the other. They seem to have a deeper acceptance of life that carries them through life’s sorrows. They don’t have fewer problems than the rest of us. But they have a gusto for life that amazes you. Becky and I wanted to be like that. We shared honestly with others so that maybe they could learn how to rebound from their losses. Becky’s book My Life Story is a reminder that she experienced pain in her journey. Scars are road maps that tell our life stories. What is important is what we do with those scars. Becky was a person who made even the bad things count for Christ.

    5) Acceptance. About a year before Becky died we both came to the realization that we would not grow old together, that God was calling one of us Home to be with Him. We thought we had perhaps 12 months to say our goodbyes. We would often sit on the front porch recalling earlier days, memories of life together in California or Switzerland or Ethiopia. At other times we would sit there without saying a word, carefree and happy, old in body but young in spirit. We could not turn back the clock of years, but we could relish His Presence and anticipate a future Easter.

    In his book How We Die, Sherwin Nuland says the aged and diseased “do not succumb to disease — they implode their way into eternity.” I smile whenever I read that, because that’s exactly how Becky entered heaven. She died leaning forward. For her, entering eternity was merely the next crazy venture that God had in store for her. I want my final goodbye on this earth to be like that. I want it to come with a blessing — and a nudge in the direction of heaven. “Goodbyes are part of every single day,” wrote Joyce Rupp.

    Sometimes we choose them, and sometimes they choose us. Usually they are small, not so significant losses that do not pain us very much, but at times they are deep, powerful, wounding experiences that trail around our hearts and pain inside of us for years….

    Becky lived her last chapter with amazing courage and love. She never wanted to be the object of pity. She left a closet-full of unfinished projects and to-do lists, but I don’t worry about that now. I didn’t choose to say goodbye to Becky Lynn Lapsley Black. We had much work for the kingdom left to do together. But perhaps incompletion is itself a blessing. Perhaps it is a small closure that I need to accept. Possibly what is unfinished will remain unfinished. As John Milton put it so long ago, “God does not need man’s work or his own gifts.” One thing I do know, however. I know that on November 2, 2013, the God who began a good work in the life of Becky Black brought it to completion. If it is His will, God will carry through to completion all the acts and intentions that Becky left unaccomplished. And when I die, God will perfect what I leave imperfect. What I want now is to travel with grace over every new pathway, across every new threshold of life. Now, as I await the day when Becky and I will be reunited, I am aware that old things have already passed away, and all things are being made new.

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    Sunday, November 30 

    5:50 PM Listen tothree testimonials about my wife.

    5:45 PM This arrived yesterday:

    I love this book!

    (1 Thessalonians, that is.)

    3:50 PM Where can you watch a first-rate play, enjoy a ride on the Metro, witness a Ferguson demonstration, ride Uber, and book a hotel room with Hotwire? Washington, DC, of course! I am fast becoming a big fan of the nation’s capital. This is primarily because one of my daughters lives there. I tell you, Karen has this town wrapped around her little finger. She handled the Metro like she’s lived in DC all her life. When we needed a ride, no problem — her Uber app was ready to go. Dad needs to book a hotel room? No problem. Hotwire got me a room in a four-star hotel for cheap. To top things off, we got to attend a play in Ford’s Theater. “A Christmas Carol” is a time traveler’s delight, replete with everyone’s favorite Christmas carols. I found the acting unbelievably good, and Mr. Scrooge really yanks your heart out. A truly great play with a truly great message. It puts a human face on greed and in doing so, it prompts us to ask a question we should never stop asking ourselves: What responsibility do I have to care for those who are less fortunate than I am? As the play concluded and we began our applause, I thought of the irony. How differently April 14, 1865 might have turned out. Just imagine. No Booth, no assassination, just some raucous applause and then everybody goes home. In mid-April of 1865, the North was rejoicing, while the South had begun to accept the inevitability of defeat. On both sides a sense of great relief that the war was finally ending began to set in. Americans were again focusing on the future. Lincoln’s assassination changed all that. Booth may have been an evil genius, but he was a manipulator, not a pawn. No one pulled his strings or told him he was about to commit one of history’s most colossal blunders. When he strode off that stage into history 149 years ago, an unpopular president underwent a theosis of the grandest proportions, leaving him almost a demigod in the minds of many. The story of John Wilkes Booth is a fascinating one. If you ever have the opportunity to visit the sites related to the first assassination of an American president, I hope you’ll take advantage of it. I’m glad I did.

    I’ve posted a few pix below. I sort of did the “Booth Escape Tour” in reverse order (driving from south to north).

    1) This is the Virginia site where Booth died on the morning of April 26. It’s as far as he got. Nothing is left of the Garrett farm today.

    2) And here is the Rappahannock River. Port Conway stands on the northern side, and Port Royal sits on the southern shore.

    3) Here’s the Peyton House in Port Royal, built around 1795. Booth and his party stopped here on April 24 but were turned away after spending a brief time in the parlor.

    4) Port Royal and I got along together splendidly. Many historic homes still stand, though many are in desperate need of restoration and/or preservation. This home is called River View (for obvious reasons). My kind of old house exactly.

    5) One of several church buildings in Port Royal.

    6) Crossing the Rappahannock, you arrive at the birthplace of our fourth president.

    7) Today Belle Grove is a bed & breakfast/historical museum.

    8) I stayed here on Friday night, enjoying its many comforts, including this well-furbished library.

    9) Ever seen a round door? I hadn’t either.

    10) Sunset from the back porch.

    11) This is Cleydael, the home of a doctor named Richard Stewart. Having crossed into Virginia, Booth thought he would be welcomed with open arms. But when Dr. Stewart found out about the assassination, he refused to help Booth.

    12) On April 20, Booth and his co-conspirator David Herold crossed the Potomac from Maryland into Virginia. Here you can see just how far they had to go.

    13) This historical marker is near the pine thicket where Booth and Herold hid from Federal forces for 5 days.

    14) It was in this thicket that Booth received newspapers in which he read that his act had been universally condemned both north and south. Here he also began keeping a journal about the assassination.

    15) This is the home of Samuel Cox. This is as close as I could get (it is privately owned). It was Mr. Cox who sent the fugitives food and newspapers while they were hiding in the pine thicket.

    16) The site of Dr. Samuel Mudd’s house.

    17) Dr. Mudd was the one who set Booth’s broken leg. He allowed the fugitives to rest in his home for 8 hours before they continued their journey south.

    18) After leaving Ford’s Theater, Booth rode to the tavern of Mary Surratt. Here he had hidden the weapons he would need as he made his escape.

    19) My docent Susan treated me to a one-hour personal guided tour of the house.

    20) This portrait of Mary Surratt hangs in the entryway.

    It was not, of course, there in 1865. A great deal of debate surrounds Mary Surratt’s involvement in the conspiracy to assassinate the president. Later she was hanged for her supposed involvement in the plot.

    21) The dastardly evil-doer himself. (Not me, the other guy!)

    22) What would life be like without books? I picked these up in the Surratt House bookstore.

    23) We finally arrive in DC. Here’s the Peterson Boarding House where the mortally stricken Lincoln was carried on the night of April 14, 1865. It stands just across the street from …

    24) Ford’s Theater (a former Baptist church of all things).

    25) This photo shows the presidential booth. It has been restored to look exactly the same way it would have looked on the evening of the assassination.

    26) Now here’s a sight many people never see. It’s called the Baptist Alley. Here Booth had his horse waiting for him after murdering the president.

    27) Here’s another lesser-known site: The Surratt Boarding House in Washington, DC. Today its the Wok ‘n Roll Restaurant. (We ate there. The food was excellent.) 

    28) Finally, the fabulous Le Meridien hotel in Arlington. Thanks to Hotwire I was able to book a room here for only 80 bucks (plus 10 dollars for parking). Not a bad deal, eh?

    That’s all folks! Last night’s play has me in a cheerful mood, so here’s wishing all of you a very Merry Christmas.

    Friday, November 28 

    9:18 AM Happy Black Friday! (Imagine having a day named after you.) I’ll admit to you that I’m a first-class Civil War bore. The years 1861-1865 have become a kind of obsession with me. Maybe it’s due to heredity and environment. After all, I was born and raised in the southernmost state in the union. Preferring underdogs, as a kid I would usually fight in Gray. Names like the Mule Shoe, Devil’s Den, Pitzer’s Woods, Bloody Lane, and the Angle have always fascinated me. History is my love, especially U.S. history. In a day when most people in America don’t know what “Antietam” refers to, I’m dragged into the past by such outlandish names as Pierre Gustav Toutant Beauregard. To me, history is a way of life. So when I have a chance to visit historic Ford’s Theater, I jump on it. Poke a pin on a map of Maryland and you’re likely to prod loose some tuft of John Wilkes Booth’s history. Although Maryland was technically neutral during the war, she harbored plenty of Southern sympathizers. It was, you will recall, a Marylander who leapt onto the stage at Ford’s Theater shouting “Sic semper tyrannis,” having just put a bullet into Lincoln’s head. So what would a “Booth” tour look like? At least a visit to the Surratt Boarding House (now the “Wok and Roll” restaurant), the Surratt Tavern, the Samuel Mudd House, the Pine Thicket, and the Garrett Farm site where Booth died. I’ve just ordered James Swanson’s Manhunt: The 12 Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer. You say, why? William Faulkner put it best in his Requiem for a Nun: “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” Oh, and if I can throw in a visit to Moss Neck while I’m at it!

    The Bed & Breakfast I’ll be staying at (prior to restoration):

    It’s called Belle Grove. It’s located just north of the Rappahannock. Booth’s pursuers got vittles here on their way south.

    Did I mention that I love history?

    Thursday, November 27 

    8:45 PM You take aim and then push the little button down — a simple effort that guarantees you’ve taken some pretty remarkable pictures. Taking pix for me is an extravagant pleasure, especially when the subjects of the photos are your own family. So a hearty “Thank you” to my daughter Matthea and her husband Jon for the invitation to share a joyful Thanksgiving meal with them tonight at their spacious home in Durham. If you want the turkey to disappear, invite grandpa to jump in.

    Here’s the fabulous fam:

    And here’s the perfunctory “Papa B with grandkids” photo:

    And check this out. My very first panorama shot.

    In fact, the kids spent about 30 minutes giving their grandpa a lesson in how to use the camera on his iPhone. Talk about a generation gap.

    Before you go to bed tonight, be sure to talk to God. Don’t just mumble off a few perfunctory lines. Thank Him, really thank Him, for your blessings. And when you wake up, thank Him again — for the morning air, for the memories of yesteryear, and for the prospect of a bright tomorrow.

    Good night, and Happy Thanksgiving.

    11:44 AM Got this email today:

    As I think today of all the people I’m thankful for, you are one of them. I know you are thinking of and missing your Becky today. Know that I am praying for you.

    This came from someone I met while speaking at a church several weeks ago. I don’t know this man from Adam yet he is my brother in Christ. I assume he is married. If so, I’d like to say to him and to anyone else who is reading:

    Don’t just say “Thank you” to your wife today. Show her the other 364 days of the year that you love her unconditionally. That’s the only kind of gratitude that means anything. For 37 years Becky and I explored what it meant to be truly one. I don’t think there was anything more maddingly erotic than her eyes. Yet as I think about our life together, I realize that it went far deeper than the physical. We each had to come to the realization that the other person was the perfect mate — “perfect” in the sense that she was the perfect one for me, the one God knew I would need to grow into Him. For in marriage we learn to see the other as a precious gift bestowed upon us by God. It should be clear that love and appreciate are for all practical purposes synonymous in a good marriage. When it comes to marriage, therefore, we are faced with a question: Will we accept that stranger we call our spouse as truly the best gift that God could have offered us outside of salvation? If two people can learn to love like that, then their marriage can survive all the ugly vicissitudes that life will throw at them.

    Husband, don’t wait until your wife is gone before learning how to bask in the light of your spouse, in this glorious, maddening, frustrating gift of God, this unpolished gem you get to live with in the midst of all the mundane stresses of married life. I sometimes struggle with the issue of unfinished business between me and Becky. Statements were left unsaid, issues unresolved. “If only I said ‘I love you’ more often!” Husband, what can you do to finish what is unfinished? For one day you may say goodbye to your spouse. You will miss it all — her presence, her voice, her laughter, her body, her stubbornness. You will cry buckets of tears over her. You will have to adjust to life without your loved one. And saying goodbye is just the beginning.

    I guess my message to you is simply this: Husband, it’s all a matter of appreciation and gratitude. God has granted you a precious gift. Accept it, be thankful, and live in the joy of your oneness. You have made the decision to love her, and there can be no reneging. Your marriage is nothing less than the free and spontaneous embracing of a gift, of a destiny, of a responsibility. She is yours, to have and to hold, for life.

    10:24 AM Our Lord took His friendships very seriously. Take a minute and consider the friends in your life, those people who have made the greatest impact on your walk with Christ. And if you have lost a friend through death this past year, it’s okay to grieve over that loss. When His friend Lazarus died, Jesus sniffled, right? No. He wept.

    To all of my friends, whether in person or online, today I’d like to say to you: Your friendship means the world to me. I will never forget you and the fellowship we have shared as friends this past year. Some of you make me laugh whenever I see you. With some of you I have cried over a loss you’ve experienced. All of you have taught me that all of life should be one big “Thank You” to the Lord, a living expression of our gratitude toward God. Thank you for being “co-agitators” with me, working with God to move men and women heavenward. Thank you for rejecting middle-of-the-roadism. Islam is sweeping the world because at its center is a core of men and women completely sold out to their cause. Real Christians are sold out not merely to the church but to Christ. Thank you for going all out in following Jesus. You have raised the bar for me. Live or die, you are ready to serve the King. No one deserves your friendship less than I. No one is more grateful for it than I.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

    Your friend,

    Dave

    Wednesday, November 26 

    5:12 PM On this day in history the Japanese Fleet left the home islands to begin their long trek across the North Pacific to attack the U.S. naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Tonight I’m reading about the attack in this book.

    Hardly has any nation fallen into the maelstrom of war less prepared to wage it or with less foresight as to how it would be initiated. The nation was justifiably proud of its “bastion in the Pacific,” but when it was time to put your money where your mouth is, the rapacity of the Japanese military took us by complete surprise on Oahu. If you think that we have improved, remember what happened on 9/11 — or read the description of people in the last days (2 Tim. 3:1-7). It reads like “Tora! Tora! Tora!” all over again. Watch out for a careless spirit. The lukewarmness of the Laodiceans nauseated our Lord. Better frozen than that! Some of us fail to man our battle stations because we fail to realize what time it is. And because there is little sense of emergency, there is little sense of urgency. Christ calls on the best people in the churches to repent for putting up with such sloth and unpreparedness. There will be no true peace, whether in Ferguson or Fayetteville, apart from the Prince of Peace. In the meantime, I urge all of us to refuse to settle for the mechanically produced “peace” of political activism or religious fads.

    4:42 PM Like many of you, I listen regularly to NPR. In fact, while cooking my supper just now I had our local NPR station on — WUNC in Chapel Hill. While my rice is cooling off I just had to comment about the up-then-down pitch that seems ubiquitous on this station. I’m not talking about the national reporters like Ari Shapiro or Mellissa Block. No, it’s our local talking heads that are giving me a very bad case of whiplash. Their inflection, timing, tone — they’re all “off.” Two reporters in particularly seem to work overtime on perfecting their unnaturally high pitches and their ridiculously exaggerated emphases. I guess, in today’s world, it’s okay to stress words that are normally not stressed? “This IS North Carolina Public Radio, WUNC.” “Support COMES from ….” Call it mispronunciation or over-pronunciation, but couldn’t these fine people show a little more pride in their craft and a lot more pity on the public? After all, all they are doing is reading a text prepared for them by someone else. I guess they are taught to imitate “announcer’s voice,” whatever that is supposed to be. It’s every bit as phony and unnatural as the side-to-side-and-up-and-down head gestures of your typical “on-the-scene” TV reporter. I find it all really off-putting, I really do. I may write the station (not sure if that will do any good). But not now. My rice AND STIR-fry ARE ready for imMEDIATE conSUMPtion.

    2:50 PM “Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” W. T. Purkiser. 

    1:48 PM Inspired bythis story, and with apologies to Luke …

    And it came to pass in those days that a decree went forth from the owners of the leading department stores in America that henceforth Black Friday would become Black Thursday. And all the people heard the news with great joy and exceeding gladness, and they went forth to do their Christmas shopping and to eat out as was now appropriate for Thanksgiving Day. And it came to pass that Wall Street was overjoyed at the sales figures, and the people themselves could not contain their happiness and pondered their blessings as they ran up their credit card debt, saying to their children, “Fear not, for behold we bring you good news of great joy that will be for all merchants, for unto you this Thanksgiving day are purchased all manner of toys and train sets wrapped in bright colored paper, as it fitting for yuletide.” And everyone went to their homes jumping and leaping and praising Wal-Mart, K-Mart, and Sears.

    11:44 AM “The Christian faith has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult, and left untried.” G. K. Chesterton.

    9:42 AM In the spirit of the season, for a limited time I will be offering my Greek DVDs at half price to anyone who is a local church pastor/elder and feels the need to learn how to read New Testament Greek. Gohere for more information if you are interested. I would dearly love to see more pastors/elders studying the language of the New Testament in an informal setting. Several of you have asked me for help. Well, here it is. The offer is open until Dec. 15. I have 10 sets I can offer at the discounted price of $100.00 (instead of the regular price of $200.00). Remember, these videos were professionally recorded while I was teaching a 6-week beginning Greek class in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. You will feel like you were there! Please contact me by email to reserve your set:dblack@sebts.edu. And be sure to tell me where you are pastoring/eldering. God bless you! 

    8:58 AM Occasionally I have the privilege of being a guest “missionary” speaker at a church, along with other missionaries. There is often a great deal of talk about the “call” to missions and how to discern it, what to do before you are “deployed” to the mission field, how to support missionaries if you cannot become one yourself, etc. We are often told that there are two options when it comes to missions: Go or send. Many people, young and old, somehow have the impression that giving to missionary causes allows them to abdicate their own personal responsibility to live as missionaries themselves. As Christians, we owe all we are and have to God. “Jesus paid it all,” and (the hymn adds) “all to Him we owe.” We owe obedience and submission to Christ’s Great Commission — each and every one of us. I pray that you will consider taking this step of obedience. If this is your desire, I have a gift for you. I will give away copies ofWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions? to the first 20 people who write me at dblack@sebts.edu. This offer is good only until tomorrow (Thursday) at 6:00 pm. Be sure to include your mailing address when you email me. Please don’t wait for a call. The need is the call. A lost world surrounds us. Across the street and across the sea, men and women without Christ need us. True followers of Jesus are always missionaries. It is inherent in the very nature of discipleship. We have our marching orders in black and white (Matt. 28:19; Mark 16:15). Make up your mind on “this one thing.”

    8:36 AM David Sills of Southern Seminary has written a powerful piece calledLatin America: Mission Field, Mission Force. The money quote:

    Rather than leave, our ministries should change. We must train theologians, prepare pastors, teach teachers, and disciple disciplers (2 Timothy 2:2).

    I am a partisan in this quest for training nationals to teach nationals. By teaching in the school house of Tyrannus, Paul reached all of Asia for Christ. There is a grave danger today of emphasizing the new birth without giving corresponding emphasis to the new life. Quality is sacrificed to quantity, and people come to Christ without coming after Him. True, there is a kind of teaching today that merely teaches Christians how to be good church members instead of becoming the kind of Christians who will not only do church work but who will go far beyond that and live Christian lives wherever they go. I want to be a preparer, a teacher, a discipler. Paul is an outstanding example of this. Are you a 2 Tim. 2:2 Christian? It is easier to put a check in the offering plate than to mentor others. While you are encouraging others to be obedient disciples of Jesus, be sure you are one!

    Tuesday, November 25 

    8:24 PM My family is spoiling me. Dinner at the Mexican restaurant with the Bradsher clan.

    What fun.  

    Thank you Joel, Kimberly, Nathan, Michael, Rachel, Abi, and Caleb for a great time!

    Tomorrow is going to be rainy. I’m devoting it to writing and editing. Tonight I’m watching In the Line of Fire with Clint Eastwood and otherwise just chillaxing with the dogs.

    5:08 PM ReadWhy I feel torn about the Ferguson verdict.

    1:45 PM Sweet day so far. Nate and Jess invited me to lunch in South Boston. Here’s their family of 6 (another baby is on the way):

    Nolan is now in Kindergarten (home school):

    My buddy Bradford. He’s rooting for a sister.

    “Papa B, watch me. I can walk all by myself!”

    Sure enough, he can!

    That Graham is the definition of cuteness.

    Count your blessings, Dave. They are many.

    11:30 AM I see that yet another book on New Testament ecclesiology is about to be published. I’m all for that. Every tradition of the church needs to be tested by every new generation of Christians. Does this mean that your church, or mine, can go back to the beginning and start all over again,ab initio? Hardly. Truth always comes to us in vessels of clay. That’s why, regardless of what our convictions are on “how to do church the right way” (and I have some very strong convictions, as you know), the structures themselves will always be relative. Some will scrap the institutional church completely. (I did this back in the 60s when I was part of the Jesus Movement.) Others will seek renewal within their churches. (This is my current stance on the matter.) But the tabula rasa approach is, in my view, utterly unrealistic. Christians can never build a new church from scratch, no matter how hard they try and regardless of how many times they assert that they are following “the” New Testament pattern. Right structure does not always result in proper functioning. “Simple” churches can easily turn inward, relativizing the importance of the Great Commission. Worse, they can become lifted up with pride, belittling the institutionality of the church. I’m reminded of the old German saw, “Operation glänzend gelungen. Patient leider tot.” There is no reason why churches of the Reformation should not be open to the possibility of rethinking the wineskins that Jesus talked about so much. My own local church has made tremendous strides in recent years to adopt what we consider to be a more biblical form of church structure and practice. But that’s not the real issue. By their fruits we will know whether a congregation is practicing the Gospel. The crisis in world missions today is not due to faulty structures alone. Rather, what lies at the root of the trouble is confusion about our priorities.

    The Lord has much to say to us today. “He who has an ear, let him hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches” (Rev. 2:7). Does my heart respond, “Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening”? Does your heart respond like that? We Christians ought to be setting the world on fire. Alas, it’s so easy to go from fire to frost, and one of the easiest ways to do this is to pat ourselves on the back over our ecclesiology.

    11:02 AM Frederick Buechner put it perfectly:

    The New Testament proclaims that at some unforeseeable time in the future God will bring down the final curtain on history, and there will come a Day on which all our days and all the judgments upon us and all of our judgments upon each other will themselves be judged. The judge will be Christ.

    If we spent more time judging ourselves than we spend judging others, the world might be a far better place. How about we put ourselves on trial for a change?

    10:46 AM Just labored through this Th.M. thesis on the LXX of Jonah. One of the best theses I’ve ever read.

    Right now it’s back to reading the Ferguson docs. I’m on volume 6. 

    Monday, November 24 

    6:40 PM Urgent! Today in Pakistan a final appeal was filed on behalf of Asia Bibi. Gohere to read the story and then please consider signing the petition for her pardon.  

    6:34 PM ReadTen odd facts about Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. I’m taking one of my daughters to Ford’s Theater to see A Christmas Carol this Saturday night in DC. Right now I’m settling down to watch In the Line of Fire with Clint Eastwood.

    4:58 PM “Popular opinion is the greatest lie in the world.” Thomas Carlyle.

    2:40 PM Millions are asking: So how does the house look? A whole lot better, if you ask me.

    My daughter Kim even organized the pantry for me.

    Yep, she and Becky are a lot alike in terms of organizational skills. Incidentally, today marked the end of an era. After Becky’s death I gave Kim her bread maker. Kimberly loves to bake (and has five kids to feed). Today I asked Kim to take home with her all of mom’s bread making supplies, seeing as how I will never use them.

    Which means: it’s not likely I will again enjoy the smell of freshly-baked bread emanating from my kitchen. I remember what her kitchen meant to Becky. It was the heart of her home, the place where “ministry” occurred several times a day. I recall once bringing a jar of Kimchi home with me (a gift from one of my Korean students) and thought nothing of putting it in the frig. Becky made it clear to me that either the Kimchi went or I did. Nothing was going to smell up her kitchen — except for the waft of the fresh cinnamon bread she has just baked for her husband. Christians, having been encouraged by the example of Christian leaders everywhere, have begun to consider divorce as a viable option. Husband, the refusal to grant your wife honor and respect is akin to refusing to put oil in an engine. Love your wife. Put her on a pedestal, not to replace the Lord, but as a way of honoring His word, which tells you to love her, love her, love her. And if she should ever bake for you your favorite cinnamon bread, be sure to thank her, for you are a very blessed man indeed.

    12:53 PM Update:

    1) One of my daughters and granddaughters is helping me with the house work today. The house is dusted, the dirty clothes washed and dried, the carpets vacuumed, the floors mopped. Like my technique?

    Still have to clean the bathrooms and finish organizing the pantry.

    2) A young man gave me these yesterday.

    “Please use them for India,” he told me. Blessed my socks off.

    3) I’m hoping to get the final proofs of my Greek grammar today– the Spanish edition, that is. Believe me, I have a love-hate relationship with this book. It’s probably the most difficult book I will ever edit. Reminds me of the words of George Bernard Shaw: “There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart’s desire. The other is to get it.”

    Back to cleaning. Can’t let the lady folk do all the work!

    12:42 PM Well, Kevin and Pam are now officially grandparents. Please rejoice with me in welcoming Charlotte Rose Isaacs into the world. Kevin and Pam, you are in for the time of your life!

    10:40 AM I have several friends who are currently preparing to run a marathon next year. I grew up in Hawaii, where they hold the Iran Man Triathlon. I have always loved to watch runners. Even when paralyzed with muscle cramps, these folks just seem to be determined to make it across the finish line. I think that is a healthy attitude for all of life. We shouldn’t back off from doing something just because it seems too difficult or because we didn’t do well the first time around. Life is a risk worth taking. Even when we’re limping, let’s keep going. 

    Back to my mop!

    9:56 AM Thomas Hudgin’s book Luke 6:40 and the Theme of Likeness Education in the New Testament is an excellent study of Christian discipleship. I see it is now going to be made available on LOGOS. Check it outhere. The book comes bundled with several other new titles from Wipf & Stock. Congratulations, Thomas!

    9:44 AM Today is house cleaning day. Yes, you heard me right. I hate cleaning house, but I reckon every year or so it needs to be done (!). The other night I was sitting in the library and noticed about an inch of dust under one of the sofas. Not good, I thought to myself. So out comes the bucket and mop.

    Here’s something else I need. I need to sit still and take a spiritual inventory. Been a while since I’ve done that. How much spiritual dust has accumulated in my heart? When I lived in Europe I often rode the train. 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 things no one should ever see. The Pharisees were good at decorating the front yard 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 look on the outward appearance, but God sees our hearts in their deepest recesses, grunge and all. The Psalmist prayed, “Cleanse 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.

    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.” 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?

    Time for some house cleaning?

    9:25 AM Quote of the day (Giancarlo Montemayor):

    La pluralidad de ancianos es importante porque ha sido importante en el pasado.

    ReadCuatro Razones a Favor de la Pluralidad de Ancianos en la Iglesia Local. There is no New Testament teaching more practical than that about elders.

    9:05 AM Politics is in the air these days, even in churches. In fact, there seems to be a resurgence of evangelicals calling for the restoration of Judeo-Christian values in America. Here’s oneexample:

    “Government is not going to save America. Wall Street is not going to save America. The Republican Party is not going to save America. If America is going to be saved it will be done by Christian men and women restoring a Judeo-Christian culture to the country”.

    Read that last sentence again. Can you hear Jesus saying that to anyone? Don’t we all believe that if only “our” ideas were enforced in society, everything would be fixed? Jesus came to restore broken and fallen human beings, and He does it by freeing them from the oppression of the demonic powers and the sin that enslaves us. That’s why Jesus never challenged the political status quo, although people accused Him of doing that. How you vote in the 2016 presidential race isn’t going to change the world. How you live this week will. Jesus promised it (Acts 1:8).

    Sunday, November 23 

    5:55 PM Woohoo! Becky’sSpanish book has gone to the printers! Ain’t she pretty?

    5:30 PM Last night I was thinking (as I suppose I am always thinking) about missions. I had just enjoyed a delicious dinner with Kevin and Pam Brown and three of their four children at Appleby’s in Wilkesboro and was “digesting” our conversation. (Whenever Kevin and I get together, it’s like iron sharpening iron, with a blowtorch.) As I lay in bed I knew there were certain mysteries that one never comes to grips with in life, and one of them is grace. I kept asking myself, “Why would Kevin want me to share yet again with his congregation? Why have I found such favor in his eyes and in the eyes of his people at Mount Pleasant?” I do not doubt that it is completely and purely a God thing. God brought Becky and Dave Black together with Kevin and Pam Brown many years ago. I came to “preach a revival” and the rest, as they say, became history. So as I lay in bed last night, I gave silent thanks to God for the Browns and their fabulous children, and for the congregation known as Mount Pleasant Baptist Church.

    Today I did the obvious things. I taught. I talked with people. I prayed with individuals. I presented a very specific need. But you folks did the really hard work of prayer. Prayer is a first thing for the Christian. It isn’t something we tag on to the “real work.” It is the real work. Our Father always has our ultimate good in mind. We don’t have to beg Him for finances. We are to trust Him for it all. And so, now that I am back on the farm again, I am resting in His sovereignty and grace, knowing that He is able — more than able– to complete the work that He has begun in India. That building will be completed — I’m sure of that. And it will be completed, not because of anything we have done, but because our God delights in giving good gifts to His children. Nothing is impossible for Him. We can trust Him with the unfathomables. Well did Spurgeon say that a mouse might worry if there is enough corn in the barns or a fish worry about enough water in the oceans before a Christian need be anxious over the sufficiency of God’s grace.

    How much was given toward the India school today? I don’t know and, in a sense, I don’t care. It’s enough that He knows. The simplicity of God’s promise is my hope and strength: “My grace….” My Daddy has no favorites. Just as He has amply provided for His people in America, so He will amply provide for His saints in the Asian subcontinent. Where we live makes no difference to Him. His love is universal, and He cares for His own. Praise His name forever!

    Kevin and his family:

    Kevin and Pam were on tiptoes all weekend long, expecting “the” phone call telling them they were about to become grandparents for the first time. The call came between services. LittleCharlotte is on her way!

    “You wear the Victor’s crown.”

     “You overcome, You overcome!”

    Saturday, November 22 

    8:15 AM Greek student:

    Thou are without excuse!

    How easy do we need to make it for you to study Greek and then to retain the Greek you’ve learned? First off, you can get yourDaily Dose of Greek. (Try it. You’ll like it.) And now there’s yourDaily Cup of Greek. (I kid you not.)

    Folks, it takes more than good intentions and ability to make the U.S. Olympic Team. Plenty of wannabes have both but never make the cut. The same is true in your study of the New Testament. I’ve been saying it for years: Learn Greek! Anyone can do it. Pastors must do it! Did you know there are churches out there who have elders who couldn’t translate a single verse of Greek if their life depended on it? I say to them: Get with the program, friend. When you became an elder, you in effect said “yes” to super-serious Bible study. It’s sort of like saying “I do” to your wife when you get married. No, I don’t expect you to know everything about Greek. I sure don’t know everything about Greek! But if people come to you with a question about, say, divorce and remarriage, you had better be able to exegete Matthew 5 and 19 and base it on your own exegesis of the text and not on someone else’s opinion.

    “How then should I study Greek? I’m a busy pastor?” How about myDVDs for starters? Or just go online. There are a bazillion people teaching Greek these days.

    So …

    Greek student: Thou are without excuse!

    Pastor:Thou are without excuse! And greater is thy judgment (James 3:1).

    Friday, November 21 

    4:06 PM Care to think about the church with me for a minute? My local church, like yours (probably), is constantly thinking about its ecclesiology. The main question — in my view, at least — is the degree to which our churches should be willing to adopt normative biblical principles and concepts that constitute the structure and life of the church. Questions include:

    • The level of involvement of the whole people of God in the life and witness of the church.

    • How leaders are to be chosen.

    • How “ordination” is understood and practiced.

    • The role of the “preacher” in the assembling of the church.

    To people (like me) who deny a sacramental and sacerdotal priesthood, these questions are anything but theoretical. So here I offer a few random reflections. Feel free to respond on your blog.

    1) The study of church history is absolutely vital if we are to return to biblical norms. For example, it was the Protestant Reformation that replaced the altar with the pulpit and the priest with the preacher. The New Testament, of course, sees the center of the gathering of the body as neither an altar nor a pulpit but a table. The apostolic church gathered explicitly to “break bread” (the telic infinitive; see Acts 20:7), not to listen passively to a sermon.

    2) Moreover, the apostolic church was both a charismatic and Spirit-filleddiakonia. Whatever organization there may have been in the early church, it existed in order to promote the proper and orderly interactions between the spiritual gifts (exercised freely). Ekklesia was a body of which Christ alone was the Head and in which each member was a fulltime minister-priest. After the third century, however, the charismatic ministry began to disappear and there arose in its place a hierarchical and institutional church. The stage was thus set for the spectatorism so evident in our churches today.

    3) The New Testament believers did not have an abstract concept of the church but one that was dynamic and concrete. They saw it as their mission to manifest Christ to the world by becoming His representatives and by participating in His transforming of people’s lives. Energized by His Spirit, there were aflame for Him, and when they gathered, the members worked “together as a whole with all the members in sympathetic relationship with one another” (1 Cor. 12:25).

    4) The church of the New Testament was nothing less than a partnership of grace in which every member had its function to fulfill, without jealousy or competition. Their gatherings were Christ-approved, Christ-centered, Christ-oriented, Christ-like, Christ-infused, Christ-exalting, and Christ-led. Remove Christ from the church and you might as well build a house on the sand (Matt. 7:24-27).

    5) The Pastoral Epistles in particular need to be reevaluated. Neither Timothy nor Titus were pastors. They functioned as missionary-apostles and represented the church at large. Centuries later, the Anabaptists and other “radical” groups argued that the primitivism of the early church was normative in every age. The priesthood of believers was to be more than a dogma. They actually addressed each other as brothers and sisters. (Oh, how I wish we could do that today in our churches!). They insisted that Christ’s obedience to the Father should be exemplified in the life of every regenerate church member (Nachfolge-Christi).

    6) Finally, ecclesiastical superstars didn’t exist. Pastors (i.e., shepherds) were also sheep. In fact, that was their primary identification. (Can you imagine if pastors today had secular jobs like everyone else and lived out in the world, as in New Testament times?)

    So … where does my church, or yours, fit into all this? For starters, maybe we should reexamine our priorities when it comes to church finances. Any church building we construct must be purely functional in nature and should express a biblical understanding of the true nature of the church. Theologically, the church does not require a building. A church building has no more right to be called a “sanctuary” than a garage does. The body of Christ, the communion of believers, is the true tabernacle of God. Think and act this way today and you may well end up where the Anabaptists of the sixteenth century did — maligned or even persecuted. The need today is not to mimic the Anabaptists. The need is to renew our commitment to the New Testament Scriptures. Think of the followers of Zwingli in sixteenth-century Zurich. It was their allegiance to the New Testament (in Greek, by the way) that got them in so much trouble with their erstwhile teacher.

    So the question is, “Is this pattern scriptural?” If not, a return to the New Testament may be the healthiest antidote to institutionalism.

    P.S. I feel led to make an additional statement as a footnote. I know of many people who would never think of asking the church to help them pay for their summer vacation at Disneyworld or in Europe. Then why do so many of us automatically turn to the church to help pay (or even pay for entirely) the costs of our mission trips? I urge you to put aside money to that end, to even schedule your mission trip before you schedule your yearly vacation. If there’s any money left over, then you can enjoy Disneyworld or Paris. But please, plan ahead. Save if you can. Do not ask the church to do for you what you can (and perhaps ought to) do for yourself. Yes, it will take scrimping and saving. But the money is far better used in the Majority World than in paying for your airfare. I know not everyone can do this. But some can. Have you ever considered it?

    3:18 PM I feel like it’s been forever since I last updated you on India. Today I received a building update from Mammen Joseph in Bagdogra. Here’s what he wrote:

    The construction work of the building is going on …. We have completed the structure of the building and we are now bricking the building. We also have started the basic plumbing and electrical work of the building. I am attaching a few pictures and I hope this will help you to see the progress. We are praying and hoping that we would be able to finish the building by the end March and start the school in this building and also start the seminary classes in it.

    Praise God! When I read those words I nearly lost it. Because I know that only God could have done this work. Right now I’m prepping to speak at Mount Pleasant (as you know) where I am asking God to open the hearts of His people in a big way. A few nights ago, the Lord put on my heart to ask Him for an offering of at least $6,000. How can we hope to make a difference in India unless we are sacrificial? I look at these pictures and I am undone with joy. If only Becky could see them! I’ve said it before — I love missions! It’s the most joyful, difficult, exciting, frustrating thing you could ever do with your life. But if you look closely, past the scars and problems, you can see the face of the Gospel. Oh, the people of India as seen through the eyes of God. Loved and lovely, precious beyond belief!

    2:50 PM So the president used Scripture in his speech. So did George W. Bush. So did Ronald Reagan. In my opinion, citing Scripture during a political speech is akin to citing the “original Greek” during a sermon. Both are calculated to end all discussion. If “Scripture” says we should do something, who are we to argue? If “the Greek” says such-and-such, who am I to challenge what the preacher is saying? We cite Scripture and then rekindle the arms race. We quote the Bible and then polarize the globe in the name of democracy. We invoke the name of Jesus and then place the national interest above wider Christian ethics. Radical Christianity is not anticlerical in the sense of rejecting academic learning or theological precision, but it does insist that proof texting is a bad idea, whether it is for biblical purposes or for doctrinal reasons.

    12:10 PM Sign thepetition to free Asia Bibi. Time is running out.

    9:50 AM My take on last night’s speech? Two sentences. The job of the Congress is to make laws. The job of the Executive Branch is to enforce them, even when it disagrees with them.

    That said, I am more concerned about the church than the state. By that I mean we are dealing today with people who think there must be a “Christian” solution to the problem of immigration. These people are quick to make judgments based on their views — whether conservative or liberal, Republican or Democrat — of how society “should” work. They cherish the hope that all can be resolved if only their “biblical” approach is adopted. These people forget that there can be no accord between the stoikeia of the world and the kingdom, between the values of society and those of revelation. As Christians, we are invited to take part in a dialectic with the world, but in my opinion it is a very grave mistake to climb on the bandwagon of parties or doctrines.

    As for pastors and other church leaders, let them beware of the ever-present temptation in their pursuit of “relevance” to reduce the Gospel to social responsibility and political action. Such a reductionist approach invariably accelerates divisions within the church, and the reason is obvious: Christ had no political axe to grind. Never have there been so many Christian consults on world hunger, the problem of war, etc., but despite the significant increase in knowledge there is less and less active obedience. Jesus cares deeply about social injustice and poverty, about immigrants and their families, but His followers engage these issues in unique kingdom ways. What is uniquely kingdom about supporting amnesty on the one hand or deportation on the other? Following Jesus doesn’t necessarily give us any insights into the means of “fixing” society through political avenues. The far more difficult task of imitating Jesus remains. What have I personally done to alleviate poverty or human suffering from my own pocketbook? When the Yazidis fled to Sinjar Mountain while being pursued by ISIS, did I give anything to help in their relief? (Yes I did.) When I heard that Nina Pham was infected with Ebola and was asking for financial aid, did I assist her? (Yes I did.) When a tornado swept through Person County, NC two years ago, did I get out my chain saw? (Yes I did. The Lord led me to do all these things.)

    Now, I empathize with the president from a purely political point of view. Congress won’t do its job, so I’ll light a fire under their feet. But is it really the case that those who oppose the president’s immigration policies are any less concerned about the plight of undocumented workers or less informed than he? Each party has its mantra: Republicans “don’t care about the poor.” Democrats “don’t care about the law.” Each demonizes the other. Why should the church get involved in any of this mess? It’s a mistake to confuse Christianity with socialism or capitalism. Christian love is addressed to the “neighbor”; it is an interindividual matter. Sadly enough, Christians who try to find a political solution for poverty or immigration are either showing their contempt for these people or trying to fool them. Our protest against “injustice” rings hollow because we have failed on a personal level to love our neighbor. The Anabaptists of the sixteenth century knew all about the hypocrisy of church-state politics. They argued that the Christian’s actions must be specifically Christian, that Christians must never identify themselves with this or that political or economic movement. Instead, Christians are to inject into social movements what Christ alone can provide. That view is worth considering again today.

    So that’s my take on last night’s speech, and where I stand on “God’s politics.” I ask only this: Let’s apply the two great commandments absolutely. Let’s act on them without weakening their power by acting like the world. As Christians, we are called to weave into the fabric of our daily lives the revolutionary teachings of Jesus. I do not mean “revolutionary” in the sense that Jesus was a Zealot or an advocate of state power. (Oscar Cullmann disposed of this nonsense in his book Dieu et César many years ago). My point is simply this: When Christians preach the saving power of the state, they only contribute to the evil of our time. Let’s not forget that what people really need is not a few more political advantages, but something that Christ alone offers. Christians will be Christians to the degree that they suffer with those who suffer, and if they seek out, along with those sufferers, the one and only way of salvation.

    Thursday, November 20 

    5:10 PM “You need not cry very loud; he is nearer to us than we think.” Brother Lawrence.

    4:42 PM This Sunday, my message is titled “Do You Know Who I Am?” Anybody want to guess the answer?

    Cliff notes:

    1) All Christians are sent by Christ to infect all of society with the power of the Gospel not only by what they say but by what they are.

    2) Multiply the workers. This is fast becoming a first priority with me. When I leave for Asia on Dec. 11, it will not be to teach. It will be to train the teachers. This is the basis of my favorite verse as a teacher — Luke 6:40. God’s basic strategy for churches of the New Covenant is the multiplication of workers. “It’s better to put ten men to work than to do the work of ten men” (Dwight L. Moody). I want to spend my last years as an enabler and missions mobilizer.

    3) Sunday sermons have their value, but what is taught on Sunday usually has little to no influence on what listeners do on Monday. The sermon is informational and does not, as a rule, enlist workers. I want to see that paradigm changed.

    4) Evangelicals place way too much confidence in “preaching” and have consistently overrated its capacity to develop laborers for the harvest. The church is a recruiting station of people who will do the work of the ministry and not just talk about it.

    5) I want to see the ministry of every believer recaptured. The strongest, most far-reaching witness of the church must be that of the so-called laity. Leaders and led alike must form a mission team. No amount of professionalization will have any lasting and radical effect on the church’s mission if the individual follower of Christ fails to come to a biblical understanding of his or her calling in the body of Christ.

    6) Church members must move from being an audience to a fellowship of disciples. The goal is faith that leads to action — a whole life oriented to mission and ministry.

    7) We will never reach the world for Christ if missions is for “missionaries” only. Pastors are essential, but above all they are enablers, equipping God’s people for works of service whatever their location or vocation may be.

    So ask yourself the question: Who am I? The simple fact is that we are all called to follow Jesus and not someone’s political or economic or even denominational ideals. If we were to focus on Jesus Christ and stop making “church” our primary focus and instead focus on being transformed by the Gospel, saying “no” to political power, and choosing to follow the downward path of Jesus, I believe we would see the kingdom of God exponentially expanded in this world.

    So … “Do You Know Who I Am?” I am a follower of Jesus. I am a fulltime missionary of His, sent out to sacrifice for the poor and have a transforming effect on society that politics could never even begin to dream of.

    2:06 PM Anne Graham Lotz onbiblical leadership.

    Lotz said one of the dangers was giving pastors an elevated status. “Maybe we’ve had our focus on the wrong thing. We’ve turned our pastors and leaders into celebrities. We’ve turned them into more than what they were ever intended to be.” Referring to Peter’s teaching in 1 Peter 2:25 and 5:2-4, she said: “They’re to be shepherds, they’re under-shepherds. Peter said, don’t ever forget, shepherds, that you’re also a sheep. And somehow we’ve gotten it backwards.”

    That’s a sad, quiet truth.

    1:50 PM “I thank Thee, O Lord, that Thou hast so set eternity within my heart that no earthly thing can ever satisfy me wholly.” John Baillie.

    9:52 AM Golden Gate Seminary (Brea campus) announces an opening inEducational Leadership

    9:02 AM Our final exam in Greek 3 will include translation and parsing from the book of Philippians. However, in lieu of the exam, students can choose to recite Phil. 2:1-11 to me in Greek. I’ve done this in other classes, like in the LXX class I taught a couple of years ago. Care to see a sample?

    8:44 AM Check outthis video of a couple of zany surfers in Buffalo, New York. Crazy as crazy can be. Takes one to know one, I guess.

    Shaka, bruddah!

    8:32 AM As we all know, of the nine fruits of the Spirit mentioned in Gal. 5:22-23, love is the list-topper. Love is the greatest commandment. It is the “Jesus Creed” (as Scot McKnight has put it). We are to have love for God, and love for others. But love is just one of nine characteristics of a true follower of Jesus. This morning I noticed — for the first time — that something was missing from this list. Or it seemed to me to be missing. Where is gratitude? Isn’t thanksgiving a way in which Christians can be different? If you’re filled with the Spirit, you’ll also be filled with gratitude!

    There is a reason I’m bringing this subject up with you this morning. Yesterday in my Greek 1 class I had a very transparent moment with my students. It was completely unplanned, unrehearsed. We had been going over the Greek words for prayer — petition, adoration, request, thanksgiving — when God hit me with a two-by-four.

    Dave, have you ever given thanks for Becky’s death?

    I’m struck by how clear the Scriptures are when it comes to thanksgiving. We all know 1 Thess. 5:18: “In every circumstance give thanks.” Our circumstances shouldn’t matter one whit when it comes to thanksgiving. Par for the course. No gloomy bunch of pious prima donnas, we Christians! Even when we’re sobbing like a baby, we can still thank Godin the circumstance. But then we forget. We forget that just as 1 Thess. 5:18 is in the Bible, so is Eph. 5:20. Perhaps you’ve heard the slogan — “Christians are to give thanks in everything but not for everything.” Wrong. Wrong as wrong can be. “Giving thanks alwaysfor everything to God the Father in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.” There you have it, in black and white. Grit your teeth if you have to, force the words out if you must: “Thank you, Father, for this situation I find myself in.”

    Again, I’m struck by how hard it has been for me to say those words to my Father this past year. I’m ashamed at myself. It’s not that I want to have an attitude of ingratitude. But I need to be honest with you, just as I was honest with my students yesterday. I’m not there yet.

    This is the Thanksgiving season. I figure it’s the perfect time to try and learn how to overcome this deficit in my life. This past year has been so intense, the pain so insufferable, that more and more I find this blog a useful tool. You see, I am writing more for me than I am writing for you. You have been with me through the hardest year of my life. And I’ve made tons of progress. But I’m not going to pretend with you. I’m not going to pretend I don’t have a problem. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t still have tons to learn about what it means to give thanks for everything. Eph. 5:20 is one of those verses that really gets under your skin. God is sovereign, and because He is sovereign He makes all things work for good in the life of the believer. I know that intellectually. I understand that theologically. But my intellect and my theology are flanked on both sides by grief and pain. I had to swallow hard just to share these words with you this morning. I have always thought of myself as a grateful person. I work hard at saying “thank you” to the people I work with, to my students, to my family. But the truth is that I’m scared. I have yet to set foot outside my closed and self-protective heart. I’m not sure I will ever be able to thank the Father for Becky’s death. I feel like I’m missing something in the healing process, and I hate this feeling. But I’m not there yet, folks. I’m just not there.

    That being the case, I will go about my duties this holiday season thinking a lot about thanksgiving. I so desperately want to be thankful for everything. I just wish it didn’t seem so hard at times.

    Wednesday, November 19 

    4:28 PM This and that …

    1) I love our library!

    2) Doug Moo willspeak live tonight on the subject of Bible translation.

    3) Lots ofgreat papers on Hebrews at this year’s SBL/ETS meetings in San Diego.

    4) Getting caught up with a doctoral student over lunch today.

    5) Brian Fulthorpsays that Greek students should move from being “form chasers” to “function chasers.” That says it pretty well if you ask me.

    6:32 AM My message this Sunday at Mount Pleasant will be a very simple one based on Matt. 28:19-: We can no longer outsource missions and evangelism to the professionals. It’s my turn to step up to the plate. But lest you think this is some kind of a burdensome duty ….

    I often hear people complain that witnessing does not come “naturally” for them. With this I agree. Evangelism is not a natural task at all; it is a completely supernatural enterprise. In fact, personal evangelism is utterly impossible unless the Spirit of the Lord Jesus is given free rein in our lives. Thus, while it is our duty to share our faith with others through word and deed, even more it is a divinely-enabled privilege. And unless we learn to view evangelism in those terms – as a great privilege and not merely as a duty to be performed legalistically – we will never be successful in motivating either ourselves or others to share Jesus, no matter how much training we may have had in this or that evangelistic technique or method.

    I agree completely with these sentiments, as well I should (the quote comes fromWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions?).

    So on your mark, get set ….!

    Tuesday, November 18 

    5:52 PM Yep. I’m a bit sappy tonight.

     

    5:44 PM Okay, I may be stepping on your toes here, but I know several people who are going to leave their dogs out in the cold tonight. Tomorrow it will be 17 degrees when I wake up at 5:00. Unless your dog has a very hairy coat or a very small and warm dog house, why don’t you keep them in the house with your family tonight? 

    5:34 PM Studying Greek is a beastly struggle. I know. Been there, done that. But the rewards? Oh, the rewards! Learning Greek is one of the hardest things you’ll ever do. But a huge payoff awaits those who persevere. The key? Keep on working at it. Don’t give up. Redouble your efforts. Never quit.

    Pix from today’s classes:

    1) Our student-led discussion of the nature of Philippians as a “letter.” Excellent Ph.D. seminar!

    2) Diagramming Gal. 1:1-5 in my Greek 3 class.

    3) The apostle Paul took a standard epistolary formula and poured into it rich Christian meaning. In fact, you can outline the entire book of Galatians based on the structure of the opening paragraph. How cool is that.

    Greek student: Keep at it. The line of progress is usually a zigzag, but this doesn’t mean you can’t make real progress. With the prize in mind, keep on pressing toward the goal!

    5:34 AM The church does have a mission; it is missions. As fire exists by burning, so the church exists by doing what Jesus did with His body: He gave it away for a lost humanity. Do not let anybody fool you into thinking that the gathering exists for anything less than the going.

    Monday, November 17 

    11:22 PM One more. This time from Egypt.

    5:14 PM Here’s the picture that comes to mind every time I feed the donkeys. Wasn’t Becky the sweetest little thing you ever saw?

    And here she is in 2004 when we visited Burji, the land of her youth.

    There goes Dave, reminiscing again.

    Yep.

    Who can forget a life so well lived?

    4:23 PM What with the colder weather and all, I’ve been letting the dogs stay in the house for most of the day and all of the night. They enjoy being with me, and I enjoy their company. However, I’ve made it very clear to them where their boundaries lie, and that under no circumstances are they to enter my bedroom. Well, so much for rules. Today a huge storm comes up and who decides to settle down at the foot of my bed? Sheba, girl, yes I know you’re deathly afraid of thunder, but this is daddy’s room, right?

    I’m such a softy. Next thing you know, Daydy will be hanging out in my room too.

    10:30 AM I’ve always known that Henry Neufeld had some radical ideas. He keeps finding in the New Testament a much different model of church than is found in most denominations, his own included. That is not to say that Henry is anti-church. Hardly. I have spoken in his church in Pensacola, and I have seen up close and personal what his church means to him. Yet as much as he loves the church, and as much as he enjoys publishing books about the church (I assume he enjoys doing that!), nothing seems to rid him of his dis-ease (please notice the hyphen) with the erroneous expectations placed on parishioners by clergy and fellow laity alike. I call as witness his latest blog post titled Some Thoughts on Ecclesiology from Someone Utterly Unqualified. It is no exaggeration to say that Henry is, in my opinion, very qualified to write about ecclesiology. Powerful insights like the ones he shared with us today are not derived from theoretical observation. They are forged in the crucible of church life and must be worked out in the context of the local church. As one who has published a book on the church with Henry, I am pleased to see him opening up about his personal thinking and feelings about the church. The very concept of “clergy and laity,” as Henry rightly points out, is completely absent from the pages of the New Testament. And that’s what I like the most about Henry’s writings. His goal is not simply the abolition of the clergy-laity system (as if that’s where the real problem lies) or to see the weekly observance of the Lord’s Supper in a meaningful and Christ-exalting way. His is no narrow anti-clericalism. I suggest that Henry is first and foremost a man of the Word, and because he is a man of the Word (which he reads in Hebrew and Greek) he is a man of the church. So my advice to you: Read what Henry says, and pray that God will open the windows of heaven to bring about a revolution of fidelity to His Word and then a revolution in our churches that will enable all of us, whether Baptist or Methodist, to become the whole people of God who “do the work of the ministry.”

    9:24 AM Just booked my flights to Memphis for the lectureship I will have the honor of giving at Mid-America seminary in April 2015. Can’t wait to visit the Mississippi River Museum, Fort Pickering, and Davies Manor in my free time.

    8:28 AM SEBTS will bewell-represented at this year’s annual ETS meeting in San Diego. Who wouldn’t want to be in SoCal in November?

    7:48 AM If you’re interested in the letter to the Hebrews, you might be interested in the conclusion to my paper, “Notes on the Translation of Hebrews 6:1”:

    Based on the above discussion, I am prepared to make the bold assertion that in Heb. 6:1 the author of Hebrews uses a metaphor drawn from the world of sailing. It is a graphic word picture indeed. Not only are the readers exhorted to leave the basics of their faith behind; they are to “raise their sails” as it were and allow the Holy Spirit to carry them along to maturity in their Christian faith. The author is quite certain that this can be done because progress ultimately does not depend on human effort but on divine supply. In Hebrews, God is the one “for whom all things and through whom all things exist,” and so the author is able to write a mere two verses later (6:3), “And this we will do, if God permits.” Hebrews assumes that progress in the faith is not only required but enabled, as chapter 8 clearly shows (the New Covenant proves it). The shift from the old life to the new one in Christ has begun, but God’s promises have not yet been fully realized. Yet under the New Covenant, God himself intervenes to deal actively and decisively with sin through the death of his Son on the cross.

    If we are correct that the author employs a nautical metaphor in 6:1, how might we translate the text, taking into consideration not only the lexeme phero but also the voice (passive) and aspect (imperfective)? Here is how I originally rendered the text in the International Standard Version New Testament:

    Therefore, leaving behind the elementary teachings about Christ,let us continue to be carried along to maturity, not laying again a foundation of repentance from dead actions, faith toward God,instruction about baptisms, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment. And this we will do, if God permits.

    In conclusion, the paradox of the Christian life is that progress in the faith is no less enabled than it is required. It is through the New Covenant that Christians are “carried along” to maturity, as if they were being borne up by the Holy Spirit himself. The author of Hebrews recognizes God’s role in bringing sons to glory, for nothing can be accomplished in the ultimate sense unless God is in it. In short, the author’s statement in Heb 6:1-3 is designed to provoke a sluggish audience to greater commitment to make genuine progress – progress that presumably will occur, but only “if God wills.” True religion, then, is not a matter of self-effort. If one is truly yielded to the leading of the Holy Spirit of God, all the rest will follow as a matter of course.

    7:43 AM Quote of the day:

    There are about 4,200 Indian missionaries at present, making India the largest non-Western missionary-sending country in the world. Most of these missionaries are working within the borders of the land cross-culturally. India is not a mere country, it is a sub-continent with many small countries.

    ReadEvangelicalism in India. I am supporting evangelists in India. You can too. Why not stop this very minute and take a spiritual inventory of your life? Are you living for eternity or is your life centered around things? The missionaries in India are ready to reach their own. They know the culture, they speak the languages (there are 780 of them!). I don’t recall where I saw it, but I once read that if one out of every 92 evangelicals in America sponsored just one missionary evangelist in India, a half million villages could easily be reached.

    So how about it?

    7:12 AM Rob Noftz reviews theNew Testament Greek Portal:

     

    Sunday, November 16 

    5:43 PM Just finished the first draft of my essay on Heb. 6:1. Good thing too. I’ve been staring cross-eyed at this screen for the last ten minutes.

    4:20 PM I’ve written a brief postscript to Becky’s autobiography in Spanish. It begins like this:

    La  primera cosa que noté sobre Becky en aquella cola en la cafetería hace 40 años fue su caminar — callado, agraciado, elegante. Cuando ella se paró en la cola en frente de mí, en ese mismo instante supe que ella era especial. Detrás de sus lentes brillaron unos hermosos ojos azules. Una oreja, yo noté, sobresalía más que la otra. Qué linda, pensé para mí mismo. Nos conocimos, y el resto fue, como dicen, historia.

    For more information, gohere.

    1:58 PM Thousands of hidden people groups are without the Gospel in Asia. Will you join me in crying out for the invisible God to go before us in battle for their souls? I can’t wait to share this message with our good friends at Mount Pleasant Baptist Church next Sunday!

    1:25 PM At the fellowship today I was asked if I had written anything on Christian unity. You might check the following essays:

    10:16 AM Oklahoma Baptist University announces an opening inBiblical and Theological Studies.

    9:54 AM Quote of the day (Rod Decker): 

    There is wisdom in using several versions for Bible study, since no translation can express everything found in the original languages. We are blessed to have several reliable modern translations that help us understand the Word of God more clearly. If our mission is to clearly communicate the Word of God to a lost world and to God’s people, then we ought to think carefully about our choice of translations to accomplish that purpose.

    9:46 AM Here’s the intro to my new essay:

    This essay invites the reader into the intriguing world of New Testament lexicography. The unique style and diction of the epistle to the Hebrews have been noted for generations, and here I should like to offer a brief study of one of the most interesting aspects of style and lexicography in this superb epistle, namely the translation of pherometha in Heb. 6:1. The emphasis that Hebrews places on persistent faith is notable. How then does the author use this particular lexical form to advance the argument of the letter? I well recall posing this question to myself as I was producing the base translation for theInternational Standard Version New Testament many years ago. The rendering we ended up with varied considerably from the standard versions already in use among English speakers in the Western World. How and why we derived our rendering is the focus of this study.

    I’m arguing that the rendering “let us press on” is precisely the opposite of what the author of Hebrews meant.

    9:33 AM We become like Christ by being with Him — not in a classroom. He is the perfect teacher.

    8:20 AM Right now I’m typing another essay for publication. This one’s on NT lexicography. Them writin’ juices is flowin’.

    8:03 AM A prayer for my children and grandchildren this morning:

     

    Saturday, November 15 

    8:22 PM Amy Walker on American accents. Hilarious.

    I love how she describes that awful thing known as “news-caster-lingo.” Our local NPR station is the worst. Can you say, “We VARY our PITCH. A LOT.” Want more fun? Try your German:

    I once tried to teach myself Basel German. Even bought me a grammar and practiced speaking the dialect when I lived in Switzerland. I failed miserably. Just ask anyone in Basel. As Dave Barry once famously put it, “Americans who travel abroad for the first time are often shocked to discover that, despite all the progress that has been made in the last 30 years, many foreign people still speak in foreign languages.”

    Anyways …

    Uf Wiederluege!

    7:30 PM The dogs are so funny. Every evening they insist on sharing an ice cream sandwich. Of course, I can’t let them enjoy such a delicacy all by themselves.

    12:44 PM It’s cooooold out there today. But some things can’t wait.

    I needed to clean out the water trough. Now the donks are again enjoying cool, clear, fresh well water.

    You know, I got these donkeys for Becky when she couldn’t travel to Ethiopia any more. A little taste of home, if you will.

    Which reminds me of all the good times we had in the land of her youth. I still love these people. Here’s a clip you might enjoy of the children of Ethiopia. They are so precious!

     

    10:18 AM I don’t like surprises. Which is one reason I have dogs and donkeys. When people drive up to the house, I know they’re there. When Christ comes, however, there will be no warning. He will come like an unannounced thief while we’re sleeping, and then we will stand face-to-face with Jesus. The first thought on my sleepy mind this morning was: What if He came today? Am I maximizing everything I have for Him? I hope He returns soon. But am I ready? Am I making excuses for not being “all there” when it comes to the Gospel?

    And then I stumbled across the most amazing news story on WRAL’s website. Buried in the video archives is a story of faith and love that will make your hairs stand on end. The story asks, Why would an NFL star with the St. Louis Rams walk away from a multimillion contract and buy a farm in North Carolina? The answer? “When I think about a life of greatness, I think about a life of service.” This former football star now gives the first fruits of his produce to charity. “Love is the most wonderful currency you can give anyone,” he said. And you know what? I believe him.

    Things haven’t changed much in the 2,000 years since Jesus died and rose again. On our own, we’re self-centered egotists. Only Jesus can rescue us from the merry-go-round of worldly success. All we have to do is accept His outstretched hand.

    Watchthe story and be blessed.

    Friday, November 14 

    6:38 PM Goodness. Just discovered my iPhone has a flashlight. I am a sloooow learner.

    6:30 PM Just want to give kudos to the ESA for their accomplishment. Imagine the difficulty of tracking a comet for a decade and then landing a spacecraft on a target moving at 135,000 kph.

    I think the writers of the Bible knew a thing or two about tenacity. That’s why they so often use words like “race” and “struggle” to describe the Christian life. Yes, we are promised faith that moves mountains. But faith also requires a shovel and a pick.

    6:02 PM Are you a caregiver or do you know someone who is? Then you might be interested in this.

    5:58 PM Just read “Forms of Address and Markers of Status” in the new book A Companion to the Ancient Greek Language. Ouch. The chapter was so good it hurt. I’m now working through “Jewish and Christian Greek.”

    5:30 PM My daughter and I thoroughly enjoyed today’s NC Symphony concert in downtown Raleigh. So glad I have kids who enjoy classical music as much as I do.

    Other than my daughter, I’m sure I was the youngest person in the concert hall, which was packed to the gills by the way (even though it started at 12:00 noon on a Friday). On the program today were Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto, Britten’s Serenade for Tenor, Horn, and Strings, and Ravel’s Le Tombeau de Couperin. In a chiastic sort of way, the best piece was the centerpiece. When the French hornist finished playing the closing “Epilogue” back stage (and out of sight), the audience was left utterly breathless. It took us a full minute to recover and to begin applauding. I certainly don’t consider every piece of classical music great, but this one was absolutely riveting and shocked the audience into awed silence.

    I see that the NC Symphony will be performing Aaron Copland’s Appalachian Spring next April, and I will definitely be there. Copland composed music that was uniquely American. He received the Pulitzer Prize for Appalachian Spring. I too am an award winner, in case you didn’t know. Here’s a snippet from mybio:

    To date I have authored or edited some 25 Pullet Surprise winning books.

    These include The Myth of Adolescence, Learn to Read New Testament Greek, Using New Testament Greek in Ministry, New Testament Textual Criticism, Interpreting the New Testament, Rethinking the Synoptic Problem,andWhy Four Gospels? Amazon’s got them listed in case you’re interested. 

    Life is too short to take yourself too seriously.

    8:28 AM A follow-up to my preceding post. I have a book called Biblical Scholarship and the Church: A Sixteenth-Century Crisis of Authority (Ashgate 2007). Chapter 2 is entitled, “Erasmus and the Return to the Original Languages of the Scripture” (pp. 27-52). If you can’t find the book and read the chapter for yourself, here’s a brief summary. The authors make these points (among others):

    1) Erasmus’ motivation for publishing his Novum Instrumentum was to bring renaissance learning into the service of Christianity.

    2) Erasmus’ revival of Jerome’s ad fontes appeal to exegesis (i.e., “Let’s go back to the original languages!”) was viewed as a grave threat by the church and its official teachers. Erasmus sought to free the interpretation of Scripture from the “deadening grip” (the authors’ words, not mine) of scholastic philosophy.

    3) In particular, Erasmus’ own translation of the Latin posed a threat to the Vulgate. Scholastic theologians regarded themselves as the only properly qualified interpreters of Scripture. If the uneducated laity could have unmediated access to the Scripture, this would endanger the church’s teaching and undermine its authority.

    Now here’s what excited me the most about Erasmus. His entire life was wrapped up with the personal study of Scripture. For example, after leaving England he wrote to John Colet:

    I am now eager, dear Colet, to approach sacred literature full sail, full gallop; I have an extreme distaste for anything that distracts me from it, or even delays me…. Hereafter I intend to address myself to the Scriptures and to spend the rest of my life upon them.

    I can only pray that we – Baptists, Methodists, Mennonites, Pentecostals, Catholics, Orthodox – will arrive at the moment when we can only make sense of what God has said when we listen to Him ourselves.

    8:20 AM I enjoyed readingHenry’s response to the post I published yesterday. I especially loved this quote:

    Because of the priesthood of all believers the failings of the church aremy failings. I do not get to blame this on others. Jesus has called me. I do not have permission to blame it on the paid pastor.

    Yep. We need to stop outsourcing blame. When we come to Christ, a brand new life begins. Having found Christ, we desire above everything else to get to know Him more and more. This is the very essence of the Christian life. As Paul says, “My goal is to know Him” (Phil. 3:10). What I want to ask Christians who have no desire to read the Bible is this: Do you really know the Lord? Love for Christ is a mark of being a Christian. Bible study is therefore very much a mark of discipleship, for how can we love a person and not want to know who that person is? The apostle John makes it clear that when we come to know Jesus Christ personally, we begin a life of friendship with Him – apersonal rather than mediated relationship that is meant to grow richer and richer until the day we meet Him “face to face” (1 John 3:1). John is emphasizing the sufficiency of the Holy Spirit when it comes to knowing spiritual truth. It is He who grants us understanding of the Scripture. It is He who allows us to grow in knowledge and in spiritual stature. It is He who illuminates to our hearts and minds not only the person of Christ but His will for our lives. The Spirit is thus the supreme interpreter of God’s word.

    Once we understand this, Bible study will become an important part of our life, a discipline that we can hardly afford to neglect. This means that once we come to faith in Christ, we need never be dependent on human teachers to lead us, helpful though they may be. As our “anointing,” the Holy Spirit not only teaches us the truth of God but guides us as we seek to live out that truth in our lives.

    So Henry is correct (again). If you are not growing in your Christian walk, do not blame your pastor. Because of the New Covenant (Heb. 8, which, of course, is simply Jer. 31), you can know the Lord personally, and you have no need that any human should teach you. We have in the Spirit a teacher who is resident within us to show us the mind of the Lord. Little wonder that increasing numbers of Christians today are finding that they have a new love for the Bible.

    8:08 AM A radical lifestyle should not seem radical at all. It should be the normal Christian life.

    7:44 AM Please readI Can’t Do This Anymore then pray for my colleague and friend Steve McKinion, whose son is in a major battle against cancer. 

    Thursday, November 13 

    9:04 PM Quote of the day #2 (Arthur Sido):

    The disconnect between “clergy” and “laity” is nowhere more clear than it is in the subject of work. That disconnect needs to be destroyed, torn down and burned to ashes, and a good place to start is to have those who claim to lead the church stop sitting around pondering and start getting out and working.

    8:46 PM Just spent the day with one of my daughters. We went out to eat then watchedInterstellar. Doesn’t even come close to Gravity. Just a good old fashioned sci-fi flick reminiscent of 2001: A Space Odyssey. I did, however, enjoy the acting of Matthew McConaughey, Anne Hathaway, and Matt Damon. Even William Devane and Michael Caine appear (to appease the older crowd no doubt). I can’t think of a single significant message this movie was trying to send. Besides, it was way too long.

    On the drive home I listened to Terry Gross interview Jon Stewart about his new movie (being released tomorrow) called Rosewater. It’s about a journalist who is detained in Iran after covering the 2009 elections there. Sounds like a fascinating story. If you like the movie, let me know. In the meantime, this book came in today’s mail so I face a very difficult decision.

    Do I begin reading it tonight or do I finished watching Gettysburg? Decisions, decisions, decisions! Oh well. Tomorrow I get to take another daughter to brunch and then to hear Bach at the North Carolina Symphony. I am a blessed man!

    10:35 AM ReadDarkness. Powerful.

    10:32 AM If you are a Patheos blogger and are sending me links to your latest posts, please know that they will go into my Junk Email folder. I never asked you to send me emails, and I certainly wouldn’t send an email to your inbox unless invited to do so.

    10:28 AM Henry Neufeld has just posted two essays about the book of Hebrews and its instruction about the Old Testament (Hebrew Scriptures). Someday I would love to have a public dialogue with Henry on this subject. Any way, I have for many years been a big fan of Henry’s and I deeply respect him as a churchman, language scholar, and publisher. I think by reading his essays I better understand where he stands. He cares deeply about the Old Covenant (as I do) and is absolutely correct in saying that we Christians must never denigrate the Hebrew Scriptures in any way, shape, or form. So where do we disagree?

    Well, I tend to see more discontinuity between the Testaments than Henry does. My theology, if you will, is more along Anabaptist lines than Reformed on this subject. The Reformers were unwilling to make a radical break with the past. Their churches remained established and the parish system was maintained. By contrast, the Anabaptists understood the example of early Christianity and the teachings of the New Testament to be the binding norm for Christians of all ages. For example, the Anabaptists argued that since infant baptism could not be found in the New Testament, it could not be used in a movement trying to emulate the life of the early church. To them the rite was non-apostolic and therefore an insidious shame to genuine Christianity. However – and this is a vital point – the real issue in baptism was not simply a return to the New Testament pattern. Rather, it involved a promise to walk in newness of life, that is, to live according to the Word of God by refusing to let sin reign in the mortal body. In other words, the local church, entry into which was through baptism, was to be a community of saints. The Anabaptists argued that without such concern for morality and genuine repentance, a slipshod practice of spiritual laxity would inevitably result. For the Anabaptists, only the New Testament contained the explicit teaching of Christ and His apostles. The Old Testament was not rejected, of course. It was simply subjected to the doctrines found in the Gospels and the Epistles. According to Pilgram Marpeck, the Old Testament must be distinguished from the New Testament as the foundation must be distinguished from the house. John Kiwiet summarizes Marpeck’s hermeneutics as follows (I give both the original German along with my own English translation):

    Der alte Bund war eine Zeit des Suchens und des Dürstens und erst der Neue Bund eine Zeit des Findens und Stillens. Die Verheissung an die Alten geht im Neuen Bund in Erfülling [sic]. Die Finsternis wird zu Licht und der Tod zu Leben. Es ist wie der Unterschied zwischen gestern und heute; das Alte ist vorbeigegangen, und das Neue ist gekommon.

    The Old Covenant was a time of seeking and thirsting and only the New Covenant a time of finding and stillness. The promise to the ancients finds its fulfillment in the New Covenant. Darkness turns to light and death to life. It is like the difference between yesterday and today; the old has gone away, and the new has arrived.

    Marpeck’s point is that revelation was progressive and partial before Christ. He felt that the Reformers had mistaken the foundation of the house for the house itself. Marpeck’s two-covenant theology was based on Paul’s letter to the Galatians and the Epistle to the Hebrews, which taught that the highest court of appeal for all teaching concerning the church was the New Covenant. In short, he argued that the Scriptures must be interpreted Christologically.

    Of course, I am not arguing that Henry fails to interpret the Bible Christologically. But I know some who do. This is one reason the Anabaptists looked with disfavor on professional pastors whose support came through tithes in the parish system. (Note: Henry has published a book by David Croteau that challenges the notion of tithing calledTithing After the Cross.) Unlike Old Testament Israel, their leaders were laymen, since Christ’s offering as High Priest was deemed to be exclusive. Their pastors, moreover, were chosen by the entire congregation according to the pattern established in the New Testament (Acts 14:23; 20:17, 28). They were supported by voluntary offerings (though many indeed supported themselves). As for the place of meeting, lavish sanctuaries were no longer necessary since Christ had abolished the Old Testament priesthood. John Darby, one of the founders of the Brethren church, encouraged the construction of simple chapels or assemblies with architecture that emphasized the priesthood of all believers. Pulpits and platforms were avoided. A typical chapel was a square room with a table and chairs for the speakers. Darby insisted on sitting among the members during the service and standing among them when he spoke rather than from behind the table. (Henry will recall that I requested to do the same when I spoke at his Methodist church in Pensacola several years ago.) The Anabaptists denied the significance of church buildings since physical structures were irrelevant to God. The buildings themselves were emblems of mere formalism. Large stone structures could never replace the true church of Christ that is comprised of two or three living stones gathered in His Spirit. They felt that with the addition of large numbers of extravagant temples the church had compromised with worldly standards of success. The Anabaptists energetically condemned this “externalization” of the Body of Christ.

    Finally – and here is where I’m quite positive Henry and I would agree (based on the books he has published, many of whom are authored by “nobodies” in the world’s eyes, like my wife) – in Anabaptism appeal was made to the plain man’s judgment, unspoiled by the university. Those who toiled with their hands (craftsmen) or who worked in the soil (peasants) were presumed to be more receptive and teachable than those who had been corrupted by the folly of worldly wisdom. Here a certain irony arises, of course, for among the radical thinkers of Anabaptism there were not a few university trained men whose knowledge of the Scriptures and of the original languages of the Bible were unsurpassed. I think of my fellow Basler Conrad Grebel, who studied at the Grossmünster in Zürich for six years before becoming one of the 81 students to register at the University of Basel in the winter semester of 1514. At Basel he lived in the bursa (college) that was under the direction of the city’s leading humanist scholar, Heinrich Loriti (Glarean). From Basel he traveled to Vienna to continue his studies, and from there to Paris. Perhaps the Anabaptists’ attitude toward scholarship was based to a degree upon their work ethic. Hard work was considered a virtue. The peasant who worked with his own hands in cooperation with God’s nature was thought to have keener insight than the scribe with his multitude of books. So the Anabaptists might argue: “How can those who know the Master miss His simple and straightforward words in Matthew 23 condemning the use of honorific titles?” To the Anabaptists, use of such titles seemed the very culmination of worldliness and power. Their message was simple: Let the Reformers cling to the old ideas of Christendom. We will seek a thoroughgoing restitution of the church as it had been before the rise of Constantine.

    Again, I’m not sure that Henry and I are very far apart on this subject. Indeed, we share very similar visions of the kingdom of God. Where we might differ is in our ecclesiology. The sixteenth century Anabaptists challenged the Catholic, Lutheran, and Reformed establishments of their day. (Sorry, Henry, but the Methodists weren’t around quite yet.) Centuries later Barth and Brunner would question the church-state system from within. Why, then, should it surprise us today when Christians engage in responsible criticism of their own denominations? The goal of the Anabaptists, as has often been said, was to cut the tree back to the root and thus free the church of the suffocating growth of ecclesiastical tradition. That this goal is being revived in our day should be the cause of great rejoicing.

    9:48 AM Just watched the donkeys chasing some crows that had invaded their pasture. Tolo Tolo almost kicked one. You birds don’t be messin’ with Becky’s donks, ya heah?

    7:55 AM A Christmas Carol returns to Ford’s Theater in DC this month, and I’ll be going with one of my children. It’ll be my first visit to this historic setting.

    7:48 AM You’ve heard of PTSD. But how about “moral injury”?

    “I think that almost everyone who returns from war has suffered some kind of moral injury,” Wood tells Fresh Air‘s Terry Gross. “And I do not mean by that that they have done something wrong — only that they have seen or experienced things, which violate their own sense of who they are, their own sense of right and wrong, their own sort of moral compass.”

    You can listen to theentire report at NPR.

    7:38 AM Quoteof the day:

    I have the entire book of Hebrews recorded on my phone in Greek so I can listen to it in my car.

    Now that’s what I’d call commitment!

    7:20 AM Thomas Hudgins has just published a YouTube featuring our new book Aprenda a Leer el Griego del Nuevo Testamento.

     

    Thomas is an inspiring young New Testament professor with a broad range of interests. His impact is partly measured by his desire to educate a generation of Spanish-speaking pastors and indeed all believers who speak Spanish as their mother tongue. A gifted writer himself, he nevertheless took time to translate my beginning grammar into the Spanish language, along with the help of his wife Lesly and their good friend Fiorella Polo. There truly is something very humbling about all of this for me. The Greek New Testament depicts, in living color as it were, the life and teaching of the Lord Jesus Christ. That’s why I feel there’s something momentous in this Spanish edition — and why I feel so undeserving of this blessing. It is impossible to express my gratitude to Thomas, Lesly, and Fiorella. God’s great plan is to establish His worldwide kingdom, and this kingdom that God is building has a very peculiar character. It we wish to fathom its superb beauty and plum its rich depths at least to some degree, we must point others to the New Testament Scriptures. It is my hope and prayer that this Spanish edition of Learn to Read New Testament Greek will be useful and enlightening to that end.

    Wednesday, November 12 

    6:14 PM As you know, I loved the theatrical production called Gravity. The movie is about real life, about loss, about just how hard it is to cope with the death of a loved one, and that’s how the movie hooks us. In this clip (at 2:28) Ryan whispers, “I had a daughter.”

    Matt shuts off his music. “She was four. She was at school playing tag, slipped, hit her head, and that was it.” Forget the flinch-inducing action scenes — the words “I had a daughter” were enough to set me off. When it seems that life has hit a major speed bump, when it seems like things can’t get any worse, they do. It’s an intense movie for anyone who refuses to fake bravado in the face of human loss.

    As if life wasn’t gnarly enough for me right now, I saw a certain new book on prominent display in our seminary’s library last night.

    It sent me tumbling, hurtling, clinging to others for dear life. I felt like Dr. Ryan Stone, floating in darkness, cut off from Earth, never knowing when the next wave of debris will hit. I had to take a picture, of course; photography is one of the ways I cope with Becky’s death. I chatted with the clerks and checked out my books, then went to my dorm room and balled like a newborn. Then I watched Gravity and saw it all clearly again — a woman whose life is dramatically changed through loss, who copes with her devastating loss by isolating herself from other people, yet who decides to confront her loss head on (does she even have a choice?) and renews her commitment not just to exist but tolive again. Odd, isn’t it, that instead of grabbing my Bible, last night I decided to watch a film about outer space, about overcoming an inner crisis. This is the power of cinema. It does not replace the Word. But make no mistake: when you are struggling with loss like I am, when you see Becky’s face suddenly staring at you from a public bookshelf, you are reminded not only of her mortality but of your own, and of the fact that life is worth living even if you live all by yourself. I’m learning how to cherish life again, even in the midst of this dizzying endurance test I’m facing. In the movie, “safety” is defined as gravity. For the believer, safety is grounded in something much bigger and more powerful than even gravity. I know this “something,” or rather this “Someone,”and so do you, my friend, and He will see to it that one day we will finally reach Home.

    Yes, it’s hard to watch someone you love die. It’s just as hard watching yourself go spinning off into space. Life is hard, period. It’s also exhilarating. And, thank God, we don’t have to go through it alone.

    5:22 PM Potpourri….

    1) Our gorgeous campus.

    2) Having lunch with a doctoral student. I guess plaid is the new “in.”

    3) Read this book last night at the library.

    On p. 14 I found this amazing statement: “U.S. congregations spend close to $4 billion annually on overseas ministries, both long and short term, which represents about 5 percent of congregations’ incoming donations.” Only 5 percent! Folks, I think we can do better than that.

    4) I ate out twice on the same day! Here I am with my good friend Mark (who is a D.Min. student at the seminary) at the Texas Roadhouse, the noisiest place on earth. We were planning our trip to Guyana next spring.

    5) My Greek students working in small groups. They’re prepping for their take home exam. Here’s hoping a bunch of them get the 110 Award.

    6) My colleague Edgar Aponte sent me this pic of his son studying Greek with guess who?

    I’ve got one more picture to post (a very special one), but that’s for later. Check out the blog tomorrow if you’re interested in my thoughts about the new movie Interstellar.

    Tuesday, November 11 

    5:48 AM The benchmark of our love for God is our burden — and action — for the entire globe, not just our part of it.

    Monday, November 10 

    6:20 PM Quote of the day (Paul Helm):

    It is one thing to express the view that poverty should be relieved and Christians joining with like-minded others to relieve it; it is another thing to say that the renunciation of Third World debt is the means to that end, that it is the will of the cosmic Christ, and therefore a Christian duty.

    ReadWar and New Testament Ethics.

    P.S. The discussion of torture at the end of the essay is well worth your time and is one reason I have decided not to see the movie Zero Dark Thirty. Another is this essay over at The New Yorker:Zero Conscience in “Zero Dark Thirty.”

    6:08 PM Just sent my Festschrift article to Spain. I remember the days when we used to do this by U.S. mail.

    5:53 PM There is no call to missions. If you are an obedient follower of the Lord Jesus, you already are a fulltime missionary. Missionary conferences won’t cut it. The work will remain undone until men and women with servants’ hearts go out as volunteers and lose themselves in serving others.

    Again, we are all missionaries. Let’s act like it! 

    4:08 PM So sadbut true.

    Yet another reason to advocate body cameras on police. In the meantime, keep your iPhones handy.

    12:52 PM Yeah, but I like teaching anyway.

    12:30 PM I am determined not to blog about recent headlines reporting Jesus being married with children. Argh! I just did!

    9:16 AM I stare at this map every morning when I boot up my computer. What a message! 

    8:25 AM Special. That’s what today is. You know, a day when something extraordinary happens to you, or when you do something crazy like spend an hour reading French poetry (even if you can’t read French) or skip down the street backwards.

    This morning I got a phone call from the pastor of the church where I spoke yesterday. He couldn’t wait to share the news with me. You see, just between me and him, we had been asking the Lord for an offering of at least $4,000 for the India school project. That’s an awful lot of money for any one church to give on any single Sunday, especially when I was one of three missionary speakers who taught yesterday. But God supplied.

    Robert: “Hey, Dave, how ya doing this morning?”

    Dave: “I’m doing great Robert. Hope you are.”

    Robert: “I’m fine. Listen, I’m off to a meeting but before I go I want to share with you some good news.”

    Dave: “Great!”

    Robert: “Exactly $4,000 was given yesterday for the India school. God answered our prayers to the dime!”

    Dave: “Praise the Lord!”

    Robert (tongue in cheek): “Yeah, we should have prayed for $6,000!”

    I have no tremendous or deep theological point to make from all this. This morning I thought to myself, “We are all equals before God, and someday we will stand as equals before Him. He will ask us to give an account of our lives. And then the only thing that will matter is how we measured up to His standards.” I am as amazed as you are by the sheer grace of God, that He should allow us the privilege of working with Him in building His kingdom. You won’t find this kind of excitement on TV or your computer or in the newspapers. I believe God is eager to do for any one of us what He did for Jabez (1 Chron. 4). Jabez asked God to give him bigger challenges and more opportunity, and I believe God did just that.

    I’m not ready to settle down in my little ruts. I want God to give me bigger challenges, to expand my territory. Why should the fact that I’m a 62-year geezer stop me? “We have not because we ask not.” Or, to steal another thought from Jesus’ brother, “You wouldn’t think of just asking God for it, would you?” (James 4:2, The Message).

    So? What miracle do you need to ask the Father for today?

    Sunday, November 9 

    5:22 PM General Daniel Bolger’snew book comes out on Tuesday.

    I just ordered it. The author’s military awards include five Bronze Stars (one for valor).He was interviewed on NPR this evening. He concluded the interview by saying, in essence, “While we need to honor the men and women who served so bravely and selflessly in Iraq and Afghanistan, we also owe it to ourselves as a nation to understand where we, the generals, made mistakes so that we can learn from them as we plan for the future.” I look forward to reading this book.

    5:02 PM When I have to drive somewhere I often take the back roads instead of the Interstate. Today was no exception. My trip to Dinwiddie was on historic Highway 1. In fact, all of southern Virginia is historic. I must have seen perhaps as few as 6 other cars on my hour and a half drive. Everyone else was on I-85. I loved being at Smyrna. I basically told everyone I was done with churchianity and cultural Christianity. I so want to follow Jesus in word and not only in deed. I could almost hear the mighty rushing Wind filling the whole house. Many, including yours truly, were cut to the heart by God’s Word. I spoke boldly, perhaps more boldly than I normally do. The Holy Spirit is like electricity — conductive. Once He is released, we are no longer in control. I have to give brother Robert Rowland (elder) a lot of credit. He eagerly joined me in trying to upset the apple cart. How I thank God for pastors like that. Can you imagine what that does to your group dynamics? So a big shout out and thanks to the brethren at Smyrna and to the Lord for favoring us with His presence today. It made the drive all that more pleasant.

    6:52 AM “Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not be a milepost on a single road; make me a fork, that men must turn one way or another facing Christ in me.” Jim Elliot.

    Off to speak. Please pray for decisions and fruit. 

    Saturday, November 8 

    8:10 PM Nice Chinese meal tonight with some friends Becky and I knew in Oxford. Happy Birthday, Chris! 

    Now it’s time to let the doggies in the house and curl up with a good book.

    4:18 PM As you know, a couple of months I spent a week in Gettysburg speaking at a conference (and rummaging about the battlefield). While there I had my “likeness” taken by one of Gettysburg’s finest photographers.

    Every American knows what Robert E. Lee looks like, but hardly anybody today could recognize the face of George Meade, who defeated Lee at Gettysburg. Meade has been called the Rodney Dangerfield of the Civil War. He got no respect, at least not as much as Grant (think $50 dollar bill) and, say, Joshua Chamberlain. To add insult to injury, Abraham Lincoln sent Meade a note after the battle chiding him for not completely destroying the Army of Northern Virginia. Poor guy. At the end of the war, Meade complained to his wife, “I suppose after awhile [sic] it will be discovered that I was not at Gettysburg at all.”

    Just what is it about our need for recognition that drives us to complain when people ignore us or our contributions? The older I get, the more I think about this. In a mere 20-30 years I will be retired from teaching and (probably) long forgotten by the next generation of students. Life is just that ephemeral. How, then, should I live today? A few random reflections:

    1) I must realize that my significance can’t be measured solely by the number of books I’ve written or the number of years I’ve taught. My existence depends on far more than recognition.

    2) I need to learn how to accept recognition with a simple “thank you,” then move on.

    3) I must accept that the need for recognition is a basic human longing. We all want to make a positive impact on this world. But our impact drive can easily become a bottomless pit if we are not careful.

    4) I want to learn how to talk more about others than I talk about myself. My blog would be a good place to start!

    5) Finally, I want to work more intentionally in teams in the final years of my career. Christianity is more than individual salvation. It is also membership in a body politic, a community that accomplishes its greatest work when every part of the body is functioning together.

    Ronald Reagan once said, “There is no limit to the amount of good you can do if you don’t care who gets the credit.” God has rewards for all of us who serve Him faithfully. They drive our ambitions, as they should. But sometimes I wonder if the biggest reward of all is reserved for those who have been team players.

    4:02 PM From time to time I need to visit my safe deposit box and when I do I sometimes take a look at my piece of the rock. The “rock,” of course, is the Berlin Wall, which came a-tumblin’ down 25 years ago this weekend. You can get the storyhere at the BBC. I remember visiting “West” Germany in the 1970s and thinking to myself, The two nations will never be reunited. Of course, I was wrong. What other impossibilities are out there, just waiting for the God of the Universe to pull another big surprise on us? North and South Korea being reunited? Iran opening up to the West? Nineveh becoming a tourist attraction for Westerners? Never say “never.”

    When we look at our lives we may think, “That will never happen. It would take a miracle if it did.” There’s always insecurity, doubt, lack of trust. Yet who knows — maybe just around the corner is a bright new world full of new faces, new challenges, new adventures. Be assured that God has all of this already figured out. “I know the plans that I have for you — plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

    Friend, you may be poised at the threshold of a whole new world.

    12:22 PM Read12 Things I Learned in My First 12 Months of Marriage.

    I might add: Be sure to pray together every night without fail before going to bed. You and your spouse will never be closer than when the two of you are communing with God.

    12:13 PM They’recoming home!

    7:58 AM Odds and sods …

    1) I tookthis quiz last night: “How good is your grammar?” I missed one. You will possibly miss it too, because the question is incorrectly worded (see the comments section). Anyhoo, have a stab at it.

    2) Tomorrow I am speaking twice again, this time at a church near Dinwiddie, VA. My topic is the new revolution in global missions. Today it takes around $60 a month to fully support a national missionary and send him to a completely unreached village that is waiting to hear the Good News. Through our prayers and support, we can help him and many others like him effectively communicate the Gospel and establish completely indigenized local churches. Even better, what if the work of the Lord in places like India could become fully self-supporting through operating a school? This is what we are hoping to see happen in the northeast corner of India on the border of Sikkim and Nepal. Each of us has the opportunity to link our lives with brothers and sisters in places like this. Please pray that the Spirit falls upon our meeting and that I get out of the way so that the Lord may do His work.

    3) This is my computer screen this morning. Finishing up my essay for the FS. What fun! 

    4) The doctor has given me permission to fly again, so it’s back to Asia on Dec. 11, God willing. I am so grateful to the Lord.

    5) Are you a Car Talk lover? Today at 10:00 NPR will host a special remembrance of Click. I can’t wait.

    Friday, November 7 

    5:58 PM Can you believe it? Navy SEALs are now publicly clashing over who killed bin Laden, leading a top SEAL commander to send this letter to his troops a week ago:

    “We do not abide willful or selfish disregard for our core values in return for public notoriety and financial gain, which only diminishes otherwise honorable service, courage and sacrifice.”

    “All members exposed to classified information have a duty obligation to protect this information, regardless of what may be reflected in the media, accurately or otherwise.”

    It’s human nature to want the credit for a famous deed. But arguing over who was finally responsible for that act makes the men involved look more like Barbies than like Supermen. It’s a reminder to me that pride is a fatal sin, and we err when we treat it like a head cold instead of a cancer.

    4:35 PM With the total number of American troops in Iraq about to double, President Obama might benefit from some advice from his predecessor, President George W. Bush.

     

    4:08 PM Just got this email:

    Energion Publications is excited to announce the upcoming release of two books in Spanish!

    Read morehere. I’m excited too. One of the books was written by my wife!

    3:54 PM Is a picture really worth a thousand words? Yep. Basel, pleasecover up your man holes!

    10:48 AM Randolph-Macon College announces a position inBible.

    10:32 AM Happy birthday,Billy Graham.

    10:20 AM Just back from checking the fence lines with the dogs. My, what a gorgeous day the Lord has given us today.

    8:54 AM It happened a mere 30 minutes ago. I was going about my business with NPR playing in the background when I heard these words:

    “I mean, what are you going to tell your wife who’s dying? That you love her, and you don’t want her to die. But I knew she was dead a long time before the doctors stopped working on her,” he told StoryCorps in 2011. “You hold someone’s hand, and then it feels different.”

    The speaker? Retired Army Sgt. Max Voeltz, whose wife was killed in Iraq while disarming an IED. As if that were not bad enough:

    “I am an Army widower. I don’t think there’s very many of us. And when I receive a condolence letter from a high-ranking government official that says, ‘Mrs. Voelz, we’re sorry for the loss of your husband,’ it just makes it seem like nobody knows we exist.”

    Our culture doesn’t like to acknowledge loss or grief. In fact, maybe right now you’re thinking, “There goes Dave again, talking about the loss of Becky.” Please forgive me for bringing it up again. But neither Max nor I can remain silent. That would be to dishonor the dead. The loss is always with us. We can either fight against it or embrace it.

    To Max:

    I’m glad, Sir, that you are doing better. I’m so glad you shared your story with us on StoryCorps. Maybe it helped you progress through your journey with greater hope. I know one thing: Your words brought buckets of tears to my eyes. But I’m fine with that. If you’re interested, I blog a lot about grief at my website. Everyone needs to understand the process and normalcy of grief. You feel like the bottom has fallen out of your world. It’s not a very comfortable place to be in life. So thank you for your honesty. It did me a world of good. I see I’m not the only widower who is still raw and fragile.

    To Sgt. Mary:

    The world is full of faces. Yours has been scarred from the IED that exploded in your hands in Iraq. Yet you took the time to reach out and help a fellow warrior. When I’m struggling with my wife’s loss, I mean really struggling, I’ll call a friend or one of my daughters. I don’t need to face this struggle alone. As you live with the face of loss as your constant companion, I hope you will continue to reach out to your fellow sufferers. They need you.

    Okay. It’s back to work for me. If you want to listen to the conversation over at StoryCorps, go here:Bomb Techs Work Through ‘Dark Spots’ To Brighter Lives. But I’m warning you: You might want to have some Kleenex handy.

    8:14 AM Notes from the back of the envelope:

    1) Thomas Hudgins wrote to tell me I had finally madeTHE list. I really don’t mind it since the word radical can mean getting to the root of things. Most of my heroes in church history were ordinary radicals like Hubmaier and Huss. They presented to the world another face of Christianity — the way of the kingdom, the way of the cross. I just wish I lived this way better than I do. Oh well. There’s always hope.

    2) Supper last night was Korean bulgogi. Yummy.

    3) Speaking of radicals, I think Allan Bloom would have qualified. Over atFirst Things, there’s an excellentreview of Bloom’s The Closing of the American Mind. I ask prospective doctoral students to read this seminal work in which Bloom challenges the erudition of the nations’ leading universities. Liberalism is alive and well in the United States (liberalism being supposedly the willingness to engage truth with an open mind), but in reality the most close-minded places in the U.S. are our leading academic institutions. Things are not always as they appear, wrote Bloom. He was right.

    4) As you can see, I’ve begun proofing our Spanish grammar. This will be a long and tedious task for all involved. Already I can see one thing that needs changing (the font size in the chapter title is inconsistent).

    5) During Civil War reenactments I’ve met Lee, Jackson, Stuart, and (on the Union side) Grant, Sheridan, and Sherman. But for goodness’ sake, if you’re going toimpersonate the president, you had better at least resemble the man!

    Thursday, November 6 

    6:45 PM Just received the final page proofs for mybeginning grammar in Spanish.

    Guess what I’ll be doing tomorrow? “God give me work till my life shall end, and life till my work is done” (Winifred Holtby).

    But right now it’s The Great Escape on DVD.

    4:53 PM Quote of the day #2 (Carl Conrad):

    The important question to consider, however, is where we draw the line between what is “basic” and what lies “beyond the basics.” A few years ago I thought that question had been finessed with the publication of Campbell’sBasics of Verbal Aspect in Biblical Greek. I objectied [sic] not so much to the book and its content as I did rather to calling “basic” what is an eclectic account of a subject still very much in dispute.

    There are several pedagogical problems regarding teaching Biblical Greek. One obvious question is “What comes first?” The standard practice: first-declension nouns in η and present indicative active ω verbs. Wherever one starts, there are elements in the illustrative material that have to be glossed now and explained at some later time. A major problem is determining (a) what’s “basic” and what’s “beyond the basic” — what ought to be taught or learned in a “basic” course and whatsequence of essential features of the language ought to be undertaken. There’s another question of pedagogical strategy regarding “regular” and “irregular” forms and usage: Do we just set forth and practice what’s “regular” and wait until it’s absolutely necessary to start discussing what’s deviant? We can’t avoid the contract verbs very long, much as we might wish to do so, but let’s put off as long as possible the μι verbs…. Should we talk about the optative mood in a first-year course? Which paradigms should be committed to memory, which should students be advised to consult an appendix for? More fundamentally, do we teach students what is “regular” and then, as need arises, drop lesser or greater “bombshells” of irregular forms and usage on them? For a struggling student, such repeated pedagogical “bombshells” can be like progressive stages of disillusionment to a sheltered child suddenly forced to “grow up.” For my part, I always tried to explain “regular” forms and usage as the “norms” in relation to which there were “deviants” to be encountered at a later time.

    Does anyone think this question of what is “basic” has relevance for Decker’s new grammar?

    4:20 PM As you may know, my favorite New Testament book outside of the Gospels is probably the letter to the Hebrews. I have perhaps published more on that book than any other New Testament writing. Related to the above is the pleasure I derive when somebody else seems to be as enamored with this letter as I am. I think Henry Neufeld qualifies as belonging to this category of Hebrews-lovers. I see he’s been revising his book on that epistle, and in the process has been treating the blogosphere with his thoughts and questions. In a post published earlier today, Henry brought up the question of the textual variant in Heb. 2:9. Does the author of Hebrews write that Christ’s death was grounded in “the grace of God,” or does he assert that Christ died “apart from God”? In Greek, the difference is slight: chariti theou versus choris theou. Writes Henry:

    Which text is more difficult? It depends on how you read it. Using chariti seems almost superfluous to the conversation. Some of the explanations for chwris as a marginal gloss seem pretty reasonable. Either reading could cause someone to go for the other. Either can be explained as fitting the text.

    At this point, I think the Nestle-Aland text has it right. The overwhelming external evidence would need to be countered by much stronger internal arguments to convince me that chwris was original.

    However, F. F Bruce, in an essay entitled “Textual Problems in the Epistle to the Hebrews,” defends the reading choris theou. He argues that “by the grace of God” was an early correction of “apart from God” and that it was first introduced as a marginal gloss. Thus, while Henry prefers the external evidence at this point, Bruce places a good deal more stock on the internal evidence (“prefer the more difficult reading”). I’m with Henry on this one. My approach to problems of variation within the text of the New Testament is based primarily on the external evidence, with the internal evidence serving to corroborate the conclusion derived from the external evidence. (See myNew Testament Textual Criticism: A Concise Guide.) And yet Bruce’s essay makes one pause. Origen insisted that the reading “apart from God” was common among the manuscripts available to him. Moreover, as Craig Koester notes in his Hebrews commentary, “Stylistically, ‘apart from’ would be consistent with the rest of Hebrews, since this word appears frequently in Hebrews and is regularly followed by an anarthrous noun, as in this variant ” (p. 217). Yet I find it almost impossible to set aside the overwhelming external evidence in favor of “the grace of God.”

    The issue won’t go away quietly, and Henry is to be commended for dealing it with honestly and carefully. It’s fair to say that we both believe that textual criticism is part and parcel of the exegetical process, and that without it our efforts to interpret a passage in the New Testament will bounce off the ceiling.

    So what do you think? Henry’s post appearshere. Bruce’s essay was a chapter in a book I had the privilege of editing in honor of one of America’s leading text critics:Scribes and Scripture: New Testament Essays in Honor of J. Harold Greenlee. I was pleased to present the book to Harold during a reception at the annual SBL meeting in 1992. A pdf. of Bruce’s contribution may be foundhere.

    P.S. Forgive me, but I simply have to chuckle. After the book appeared, an up-and-coming New Testament textual scholar published a very favorable review of the Festschrift in the Catholic Biblical Quarterly. He wrote, “On the whole, the essays are refreshingly interesting and succinct…. Professor Greenlee has been well served.”

    The reviewer?

    Bart Ehrman.

    11:36 AM Today, in aWhite House ceremony, 1st Lt. Alonzo Cushing will receive the Medal of Honor for bravery at the Battle of Gettysburg 151 years ago.

    Margaret E. Zerwekh, 94, of Delafield, has been an integral part of the campaign, writing to Wisconsin congressmen. She’s conducted research, and lives in a house on property formerly owned by the Cushing family.

    “He saved the Union and he needs to have recognition for it,” Zerwekh said. “It is about time.”

    “He needs to have recognition for it.” Reminds me of Paul’s words in Phil. 2:29-30 in reference to Epaphroditus: “Welcome him joyfully in the Lord and make sure you honor such people highly, because he came close to death for the work of Christ by risking his life to complete what remained unfinished in your service to me.”

    Today I want to honor the memory of James, the 24-year old Burji who volunteered for the dangerous assignment of translating for me when I trekked among the Gujis.

    After I returned to America he was found dead in his room, a victim of suffocation. He was the first martyr of our work in Ethiopia but not the last. The Bible is clear about one thing. If you serve the Lord Jesus wholeheartedly, you might just die for it. In other words, the choices we make on earth have important consequences. Jesus Christ knew He had to visit our planet in order for us to experience life both now and in heaven. James also knew that he had only one life to live, and to give. Jesus’ love for others caused some to reject Him and eventually kill Him. The same thing happened to James. If you choose to follow the Lord (and make no mistake about it, it’s your choice), He will duplicate His life in you, will give love a face through you, will be a light to your own corner of the world wherever you live.

    Friend, give Christ today what little you have. He will take it and multiply it a thousandfold.

    10:48 AM Just heard a report about Desi Arnaz’s tribute to Lucille Ball just before he died from lung cancer. He said, “I love Lucy.” “It was never just a title,” he added. Though it breaks my heart to say it: “I love Becky.” Though she is gone forever: “I love Becky.” Though I say it with tears: “I love Becky.”

    Honey, I wish you were here to enjoy the fall weather with me, to help me care for the kids and grandchildren, to celebrate life together. I need you to hold me, to hear my heart breaking, to tell me everything’s gonna be okay. Your leaving has left a giant hole in my life. I miss your laugh, your presence, your rugged doggedness. I’m better now. After a year without you I’m learning to live life again. But I miss you so much. Thank you for loving me. I love you. I will never forget you.

    Sorry, folks, but I just had to say it out loud. As if that isn’t crazy enough, guess what I cooked today? Spaghetti. I got this zany idea in my head that I wanted to prepare one of the meals that Becky cooked for me so often. I was so happy to use one of the jars of tomatoes she canned years ago. Then I enjoyed my lunch, alone yet filled with happy memories because we shared a rich life together. In a flash, I traveled back in time to when she would spend hours in the kitchen processing all of our vegetables. Even as I was thinking about her, celebrating her life, I was letting her go, giving myself permission to stop grieving. Does any of this make sense to you? I know we all respond differently to grief. I am still so much in process, moving from saying goodbye to Becky to saying goodbye to my grief. So, if I don’t make any sense, please be patient with me. I don’t even understand myself at times.

    One thing I know how to do, however, is take pictures!

    8:36 AM In a month I’ll be attending the Vocal Majority Christmas concert with mom and dad in Dallas. If you’re ever in the Big D, this is a must show. I kid thee not.

     

    8:28 AM Quote of the day (Alvin Reid):

    Numbers matter. The Scriptures record a lot of numbers. But we are in danger of becoming like David, who sinned when he numbered the people, if we rate our success by numbers in the building rather than the lost around us.

    Read5 Steps to Creating a Missional Posture. To whet your appetite, here’s #4:

    4. Value “third places.” Jesus Christ did not come to establish a moral code; He came to launch a movement. Today young people by the thousands stand in long lines, pay highly inflated prices, and go out of their way to meet friends at Starbucks. Why? Because Starbucks created what sociologists call a third place (home, school, third place). Starbucks grew globally in a short period of time because it quickly had the feel of a movement. People do not go to Starbucks because of the products they sell, but because of the environment they create. I constantly encourage pastors and student pastors to spend less time in the church office and more time in the third places in their community.

    8:08 AM One of the most famous sayings of all time is, “Good things come in small packages.” Becky once got the idea of giving one of our daughters a piggy bank so that her kids could begin collecting their pennies and dimes for India. A week ago I got a note saying, “Took the kids’ change today and they have almost $265 for the India school! I’m so excited!” You’re not the only one.

    Put your faith to the test by getting involved in other people’s lives. Teach your kids not just to pray for others but to roll up their sleeves and help them. Our faith and love ought to motivate us to love others actively — and practically.

    7:34 AM Read27 of the Most Beautiful Small Towns to Visit in Europe. My favorites? Here are the top 15 (and they are not necessarily small towns):

    1) Lamorlay, France. Just north of Paris. Becky and I spent two days there in the local château in 1978.

    2) Liestal (pronounced Lee-esh-tal), Switzerland. A distant suburb of Basel. Our friends the Schaubs would often invite us to enjoy their chalet with them.

    3) Schönbergerstrand, Germany. Located on the Ostsee (Baltic). Bec and I loved the beach there. One time we ordered a “pepperoni” pizza and got a pizza smothered in red peppers.

    4) Flensburg, Denmark. Becky and I once drove up to Flensburg to get some “Danish” pastry. Nothing like its American counterpart, for sure.

    5) Almeria, Spain. On the gorgeous Costa del Sol. Bec and I spent a week there in 1986.

    6) Bregenz, Austria. All the charm of Vienna but without the crowds.

    7) Cluj, Romania. The site of a pre-Roman settlement called Napoca. My mother’s family hailed from this city.

    8) Sevan, Armenia. Boasts a beautiful lake with some of the best fresh-water fish in the world.

    9) Badhoevedorpe, Netherlands. Close to Amsterdam but with a county feel. I once taught New Testament there for two weeks at the Tyndale Seminary.

    10) Vaduz, Liechtenstein. Perhaps the city Becky and I loved the most in all of Europe.

    11) Isthmia, Greece. This town is very proud of its canal connecting the Aegean Sea with the Gulf of Corinth.

    12) Odessa, Ukraine. Odessa was once an ancient Greek colony. I’ve taught there several times.

    13) Budapest, Hungary. On the banks of the Danube. What more can I say?

    14) Rome, Italy. As I’ve often quipped, you’ll find some great Italian food there.

    15) Heverlee, Belgium. Greater Europe Mission once operated a Bible school there. Lovely.

    Your favorites?

    6:58 AM Morning bloggers! Here’s some food for thought. It’s the intro to the essay I’m writing for a Festschrift. The title is “Thoughts on the Fourfold Gospel.” I hope you find what follows stimulating, thought-provoking, or at least not too boring. 

    Recently the journal New Testament Studies kindly allowed access to several of its online essays for free. I have been reading Graham Stanton’s “The Fourfold Gospel” with great interest, since I am a proponent of the “Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis.” Stanton’s essay, of course, assumes a commitment to the Markan Priority Hypothesis.

    When Matthew wrote his Gospel, he did not intend to supplement Mark: his incorporation of most of Mark’s Gospel is surely an indication that he intended that his Gospel should replace Mark’s, and that it should become the Gospel for Christians of his day. Similarly Luke. Luke’s Preface should not be dismissed merely as the evangelist’s way of honouring literary convention. There is little doubt that Luke expects that his more complete Gospel will displace his predecessors, even though he may not intend to disparage their earlier efforts. Whether or not John knew of the existence of one or more of the synoptic gospels, he seems to have expected that his Gospel would win wide acceptance as the Gospel.

    I deeply appreciate Stanton’s tireless work in Gospel studies. However, as I have tried to show in my book [Why Four Gospels?], to understand how the four Gospels got to us, one needs to forget virtually everything that has been previously accepted as fact about the Synoptic Problem. The Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis does not allow readers to acquire a new idea that can be applied to their existing solution to the problem. Simply put, students of the Gospels cannot hold to the traditional solution of Markan priority and accept the concepts that are put forth in Why Four Gospels? Let me elucidate:

    1) The Markan priority hypothesis — which is the “affirmed” interpretation of history based almost exclusively on the internal evidence — is fatally flawed when one takes into account the writings of the earliest Christian fathers. Regrettably, any theory of New Testament interpretation, once it is established, becomes nearly impossible to dislodge, even if new (and seemingly contradictory) evidence is produced. Any new interpretation of the events, if it is to be accepted, must be built around the old consensus and incorporated into it, even at the expense of logic. An example of this is the Farrer Hypothesis, which dispenses with “Q” while insisting on Markan priority. Indeed, so embedded is the popular view in the public consciousness that it is nearly impossible to dismiss it. The story is “safe,” and the matter is not really open to debate. In my opinion, New Testament scholarship has become so preoccupied with maintaining the status quo that it has neglected to explore the external evidence. Moreover, I think there is insufficient curiosity, generally speaking, as to why the Gospels were written in the first place.

    2) As I have noted, the accepted version of the story focuses on the internal evidence. If, however, one were to seriously investigate the external evidence — the evidence provided by the patristic testimony — it would become evident that current explanations are incongruent and incompatible with the opinions of the fathers. Why, for example, did Clement of Alexandria insist that the Gospels “containing the genealogies” (i.e., Matthew and Luke) were written first? And why is Matthew always listed as the first Gospel? Why is Mark’s Gospel consistently described not as an independent work of Mark but as a record of the words of the apostle Peter? In light of this evidence, it seems illogical to believe that our earliest Gospel was written by Mark, a non-eyewitness.

    3) Ensconced deeply in the affirmed version is the notion that Mark contains inferior grammar to that found in Matthew and Luke. Some Markan priorists have even gone so far as to claim that Mark contains “errors” that were subsequently “corrected” by Matthew and Luke. Yet each of these supposed “errors” allows for a plausible alternative explanation that does not require Markan priority. If the New Testament student desires a complete understanding of the factors that led up to the writing of the Gospels, the internal evidence alone simply does not provide it. The external evidence keeps getting in the way of the affirmed version.

    4) Again, why are the fathers so adamant that Matthew came first? Why did Clement aver that Matthew and Luke came before Mark? Why do the fathers go to great lengths to show that Mark never set out to write a Gospel but simply recorded the words of Peter as they were spoken before his Roman audience? What has prevented proponents of the affirmed view from asking these vital questions? The answer, in my opinion, is that the consensus view is falsely shackled to a misguided preference for the internal evidence. In short, as long as the patristic testimony is ignored, the internal evidence, which by its very nature is subjective, will continue to reign supreme. And as long as the traditional view is anchored in the minds of scholars, the solution will remind hidden.

    So what is the simplest explanation of the facts — all the facts? To discover that, one must be bold. The missing pieces of the puzzle must be included if we are to assemble the whole puzzle rather than leaving them out because they do not seem to fit. Taking the external evidence into account will have serious repercussions. The answer to the Synoptic Problem will remain incomplete until a central piece of the puzzle is in place.

    Wednesday, November 5 

    5:40 PM Good post here:Keeping Up Greek for Exegesis.

    5:34 PM So let’s play the “You know you’re getting old when ….” game. You know you’re getting old when you say “I. Howard Marshall” and students go “Who?” Well, in case you didn’t know, Howard Marshall was a professor of New Testament in Aberdeen who attracted many young men of my generation to travel to Scotland to take their doctorates under him.

    I thought of him in my beginning Greek class today. I was introducing some vocabulary and we came to the Greek word artos, which is normally rendered “bread.” I quickly pointed out that the word could also refer to a “loaf of bread” and that, indeed, that seems to be its sense in 1 Cor. 10:17. Here Paul writes, “Because there’s one loaf of bread [during the Lord’s Supper], we who are many are one body, because we all eat from the same loaf of bread.” You see, in the early church, communion was celebrated with a single cup and a single loaf. In my bookSeven Marks of a New Testament Church I’ve written:

    Notice what Paul does not say here. He does not say that we partake of one loaf of bread because we are one body. On the contrary! It is because we partake of the one loaf of bread that we are one body. This is an amazing truth. When someone takes from the single loaf, he or she is creating unity with the rest of the participants. This explains why Paul is so insistent that there be only one loaf. It is also the reason why he commands the believers in Corinth to wait until all are present before participating. When a local assembly of Christians gathers to partake of the break and the cup, the members are made one body by virtue of their common participation in the Lord’s Supper. The context suggests that Paul was thinking of the Corinthians’ disunity and factionalism. How easy it is for the rich to eat before the poor arrive! In ways like this, says Paul, we grieve the Holy Spirit and rob ourselves of His powerful and gracious work in our midst.

    Paul’s point? The Lord’s Supper is important not only because it symbolizes unity but, in a very real sense, creates it. Now that is an amazing thought. Has your church ever used a single loaf? A single cup? If not, why not?

    I sense reluctance in many parts of the church today to accept this instruction from Paul. His language seems to require singularity of the bread and, by extension, of the cup. Other forms of communion (broken crackers and tiny cups), while perhaps more practical, fail to give significance to the importance Paul attached to the oneness aspect of the Supper. It is the work of the Holy Spirit to unite Christ’s body, not to divide it. At all times and in all places we are responsible to “preserve the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace” (Eph. 4:3). And that means being open to the Spirit’s teaching through the apostle here in 1 Cor. 10:16-17. The idea of a single loaf of bread may be a most unfashionable doctrine today, but it is unquestionably the teaching of the New Testament.

    But back to Howard Marshall. Howard was not one for conventional thinking in any area of interpretation, least of all in his ecclesiology, and he has written a fine treatise on the Lord’s Supper calledSome Considerations Regarding the Lord’s Supper Today. I urge you to read it and then to contemplate if the way you are doing the Lord’s Supper is as Scriptural as it can be.

    5:08 PM Today my assistant spent a couple of hours taking dictation from me. (Does that make me a “dictator”?) I’m completing an essay for a Festschrift that’s due on Monday. I’d type it myself except that I’m a terrible typist.

    We made such good headway that I took him out to lunch at the local Red Robin. During the time I’ve held the Owens Chair here at SEBTS, the Lord has blessed me with three outstanding assistants: Thomas Hudgins, Jacob Cerone, and now Joshua Covert (who is also completing a doctorate under my supervision). I want to thank each of them for helping me with my research and writing (well, at least my typing). Allow me to quote Red Auerbach who won nine NBA championships as coach of the Boston Celtics:

    When I first started coaching, people told me to put my five best players on the court. But I learned early on that this was not the key to success. It wasn’t putting the five best players on the court that was going to cause us to win. It was putting the five players on the court who could work together the best. We won championships because we put people together.

    Teamwork will get the job done every time. Nobody gets ahead in life without the help and support of others. I sure haven’t. So a huge “Thank you!” to Joshua for his help today.

    7:04 AM Over atBiblica, Lukas Stolz of the Theologische Hochschule Basel has a very interesting take on Heb. 1:6: “And, again, when He brings the firstborn into the world….” He takes the verse as a reference to Jesus’ parousia. I personally think the exaltation view is more plausible since 1:5-14 supports what the author has just written in 1:1-4 (which refers to the Son’s exaltation as heir; see my studyhere). What do you think?

    6:55 AM In our doctoral seminar yesterday we talked about the need for Greek in doing exegesis and for teaching/preaching. Of course, it’s much easier to claim one knows Greek than to be a Greek reader. That’s the problem I’ve found with many of my former students. With that in mind, try an experiment. See what happens when you turn to Mark 6:30-32 (which is fairly simple prose) and start translating the passage without any helps. It can lead to a rather sobering discovery. Like many of you, I love foreign languages, but we need to work hard to retain what we have acquired. In France I insist on speaking French (much to the chagrin of my auditors). I love speaking German in Germany, Switzerland, and Austria (as well as in certain parts of Pennsylvania). I can order a burrito in Athens in Modern Greek. Of course, when I return to Hawaii, my birthplace, I find it easy to switch back into my mother tongue, Pidgin. I can also hold my own in England and Kentucky. (Lame joke.)

    So what if you took three years of French in high school? The result? Can you even count to ten still? “Use it or lose it” is more than a cliché, friends. And that goes for Greek too.

    Tuesday, November 4 

    5:24 PM Odds and ends …

    1) Just cooked my suppers for the next couple of days.

    2) Snapped this while walking to class today.

    3) Siri is so cool. I asked her, “What plane is that flying over me right now?” She knew the answer, of course. She’s almost as smart as Dr. Google.

    4) I had lunch today with Hebrew prof extraordinaire, Tracy McKenzie. The man is so smart he’s working on a second doctorate in Germany. Way too cool.

    Right now I’m still high from our class today on Phil. 3:1-11. Love how Paul completely redefines the Christian life. To be the slave of Christ is to enjoy perfect freedom. If Jesus is Lord of your life, then nothing the world offers you matters. The spirit of this age is hubris, competition, big money, and success. The spirit of Christ is one of great humility and poverty. Right now I’m counseling several young men (pastors mostly) who are learning a great truth about the Christian faith. They are beginning to operate out of a completely different motive than the one they learned in their culture. They are learning to “render service to Christ Himself, not with the idea of currying favor with men, but as servants of Christ, conscientiously doing what you believe to be the will of God for you” (Eph. 6:5-6). I would hope that some day I could model that kind of “ambition.” A Christian should be the sort of person who would be willing to do the most menial task for the sake of the kingdom. What price am I willing to pay for obedience? I need help in order to live for God. Nothing helps me more than steeping my mind in the Word. Surely the Holy Spirit preserved the New Testament in order that we might have paradigms of prayers and of our individual callings with God.  So I often use the prayers of the New Testament when I am praying for others. “We pray that you will be strengthened from God’s boundless resources, so that you will find yourselves able to pass through any experience and endure it with joy” (Col. 1:11).

    Anyway, it’s been a good day though right now I’m taking a break from writing and my related insatiable obsession with ancient languages. I’m going to spend a few hours doing nothing but answering emails and then curling up with a book about the Eagles (not the birds; the rock band). Jesus Himself took a break from time to time as I recall. And then tonight it will be back to getting in touch with my kids who are in need of a phone call or text from their dear old dad. At another time in my life I would have told you that having all these kids and grandkids to deal with would have been beyond me. But God gives extra grace when you need it. I wouldn’t trade the relationship I have with them for the world.

    5:33 AM Today it’s back to the grindstone (though a very enjoyable one), but before I begin I wanted to thank all of my readers for your cherished friendship (even when we disagreed) and for holding my hand through this experience. I would have drowned without you. I miss Becky more than words can express. Thank you for understanding, for praying, and for writing and thus making one of the worst years of my life bearable. If I’ve offended anyone through anything I’ve blogged about during my journey, please forgive me. I especially want to thank a good friend of mine and partner in the Gospel who wrapped his life around mine while his was in such pain. Together, we made it.

    Thank you.

    Monday, November 3 

    5:24 PM MoreLatin practice. The story is about Christopher Columbus.

    Quodam in oppido Italiae olim natus est puer, qui Columbus appellabatur. Diu in patris officma laboravit. Sed prope erat mare, puerque saepe ad litus ibat, ut videret naves, quae e portu ad terras exibant diversas. In navibus erant homines multi, et Columbus mare ipse transire saepe voluit; tum autem pecuniam nullam habebat. Sed postea, cum iam iuvenis esset, usque ad Britanniam et Africam navigavit.

    4:38 PM If you’ve ever “wasted a perfectly good hour” listening to Click and Clack the Tappet Brothers, then you feel my pain. As all of you know by now, Tom Magliozzi, half of the team that hosted NPR’s “Car Talk” radio show, died today at the age of 77.

    Tom was your “Average Joe,” which is why so many of us could identify with him. The truth is that he had a degree from MIT and also had earned a doctorate from Boston University’s Graduate School of Management. That’s one smart guy — who wore his considerable learning lightly. Not long ago I was in a pastor’s office where all of his degrees were prominently on display for all to see. I told him to take them down. Not really. But I should have. Pastor friend, even if you’re not humble, you can at least fake it. Andrew Murray once said that we can never reduce the size of our ego without first totally empting our spirit before God. Simply put, he said, humility is being “fully occupied with God.” So wassup with dem diplomas, dudes?

    12:06 PM Good to see 1 World Trade Centeropen for business again. If there’s one thing Americans are, it’s resilient. It took 13 years to get the tower back up again.

    The Christian life is very similar. Sanctification, like corn, doesn’t sprout up overnight. It is a process of growing into Christ. Resilience takes work, dedication, sacrifice, and especially a lot of time. I should know. I’m learning resilience on steroids. Winning the battle over sorrow and discouragement takes time and lots of it. Exasperating as it is, growth in holiness is not like cooking oatmeal. It’s like harvesting a crop. You reap what you sow. As someone has put it, when you’re up to your ears in alligators it’s kinda hard to remember that your main objective was to drain the swamp. But if the Christian life didn’t involve perseverance, I wonder if it would truly be worth it. Friend, don’t look for a miracle when it comes to sanctification, because holiness can’t be attained by heroics or antics. It takes time.

    10:18 AM David Allen onpreaching Hebrews … from Hebrews. Excellent advice. Now if he could only get the authorship thing right. 🙂

    10:14 AM Love my donks.

    10:04 AM 2015’sSociety for New Testament Studies (SNTS) meeting will be inAmsterdam, July 28-31. Praying about going this year. I love the Netherlands. Would enjoy visiting the Anne Frank House again as well as the home where Corrie ten Boom lived.

    9:28 AM Calling all Ph.D. students! Need to improve your Deutsch? Care to add to your list of German vocabulary words? I’ve got just the solution.

     

    8:42 AM David deSilva gives a YouTube lecture on theLXX. He discusses manuscripts, the nomina sacra, the origin of the LXX, the Letter of Aristeas, Philo’s Life of Moses, translation shifts in meaning, ideological shifts in translation, and the use of the LXX in the New Testament. Excellent!

    8:36 AM Jacob Cerone has begun reviewing Rod Decker’s new Greek grammar. For the latest, gohere.

    8:32 AM Just watched the SpanishYouTube lecture posted byThomas Hudgins. Loved the burp at 1:21. 

    8:20 AM Quote of the day #2 (Henry Neufeld):

    I have been in churches that claimed to be totally led by the Spirit, and to ignore human hierarchy, but at the same time have as rigid a structure in reality as you could imagine. On the other hand I have seen churches with a full list of titled offices where people exhibited humility and servant leadership all the way.

    I think we would do well to do away with titles, but I agree that the reality is more important than the label.

    I couldn’t agree more.

    David Alan Black, B.A., M.Div., D. Theol. (magna cum laude, Basel), the Dr. M. O. Owens Jr. Chair of New Testament Studies, Professor of New Testament and Greek, the Right Reverend Master of all Things Divine, and Sehr Geehrter Herr Professor Doktor der Theologie. (Not to mention a real humble guy.)

    7:58 AM Quote of the day (Allan Bevere): 

    The task of preaching is more than prophetic, but it is necessarily prophetic as well. Historically, prophetic preaching got the preachers in trouble. If prophetic preaching has made you popular with your church, you are preaching to the wrong crowd.

    Being a prophet may be exciting but it usually means you end up living in a cave.

    Sunday, November 2 

    6:10 PM Today has been a day of recollection and introspection. It’s also been a day of reflection on the future. Points to ponder:

    1) Revivals. I’ve been “preaching revivals” for over 20 years in various churches, large and small. I used to accept any old invitation that came along. Not any more. I want to learn how to work smarter and not just harder. Some of the revivals I’ve spoken at have been great. Others have been abysmal flops, a complete waste of my time. I will no longer accept an invitation to speak at your church without first having a long conversation with you about your congregation. I want to know if it is committed not only to knowing but to obeying biblical truth. I want to know who has spoken in your church recently and how well their messages were received. I especially want to know how you handle the closings of the services. I can’t tell you how many revival services I’ve been in where the pastor can’t conclude the meeting fast enough. A quick hymn and a closing prayer and we’re done. Thankfully, I’ve been in a few churches where the pastor himself responds to truth and spends time exhorting and encouraging his congregation. Lasting change is built by laying stone on stone. It takes dedication, commitment, sacrifice, and especially team work. I’m looking for pastors who will partner with me in getting the message across. Just this past week I spent an hour on the phone with a pastor in South Carolina who invited me by email to speak at a revival at his church in South Carolina in March. I think he got the surprise of his life when I called him and asked him some pretty hard questions. A tough decision? Yes. The bottom line is that I will be much more selective with invitations that come my way this year. I want, as Steven Covey would put it, to “begin with the end in mind.”

    2) Writing. The fact that I love writing doesn’t mean that I need to write another book. In fact, I have said no to many invitations to publish this book or that. I have even turned down offers to write commentaries on Hebrews and Philippians, two of my favorite books. I want to write better, and write more about what I love. At the risk of belaboring the obvious, life is too short to write things you don’t like.

    3) People. I need to be wiser about my associations, think long and hard about the people I bump into. Who can I have the most influence on? Whose hearts are soft toward the love and saving grace of Christ? Whom can I help toward heaven? As C. S. Lewis once wrote:

    It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship. Of else he may be a horror and corruption such as you meet now, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or the other of these destinations.

    Again, life is too short to waste my time and energy on people who are not committed to a genuine relationship with me. Becky could see through a person with much greater clarity than I ever could. I tend to be naive, accepting people at face value. That can be virtuous at times but disastrous at others. Recent experience has borne that out.

    4) Carrying on. Christ entrusted His followers with an assignment before He returned to heaven. When He left earth He did not vacate the planet but left us, His followers behind, to serve in His place, to speak for Him, to love others with His love. Becky’s death a year ago is a reminder to me that life is a journey that’s homeward bound. We live as pilgrims, and we must be willing to leave our loved ones, our securities, even our family and friends to live out of a suitcase and to sleep anywhere but in our own beds for the sake of eternity. That’s what being a Christian is all about. It’s being willing to give the Gospel the time and effort it demands, even when it is inconvenient. Honestly, I can’t wait for the return of Jesus. Everything would be so much better if The Day would just happen! Christ desires that we live each day as if His coming were imminent. So we must work, and work hard, believing with all of our hearts that God will complete the work and even make it flourish since He is the One who began it in us. I must leave my feelings of inadequacy and inferiority behind. I am a priceless diamond in the rough. God is working away at me with slow, precise strokes, so that I may become a useful vessel in His hands. Obstacles and horrible circumstances will not prevent Him from completing the job. Praise His name!

    So what about you? Take some time to write down what you think are areas on which the Great Sculptor needs to do some fine tuning.

    10:40 AM What can I say exactly one year after Becky’s death? Well, I can’t think of an event or decision that marked a turning point or major breakthrough. God, however, has sustained me and perhaps has even grown me (though about as slowly as a hardwood tree). Long before Becky died we would talk about what life would be like without her. We talked about how I would take care of the children and the grandkids. We discussed the farm and the houses. We talked about how I would continue her vision for a retreat ministry on the farm. She assured me I would quickly find another spouse, to which I replied, “No one would be crazy enough to marry me!” In fact, I’ve decided to continue to wear my wedding ring and to pour my energy into our children and grandchildren. I have found tremendous joy and satisfaction in functioning as a single parent.

    Before she died, Becky and I would often discuss our life together. We recalled the vivid memories of our numerous family vacations, pulling our battered tent trailer. We talked about our dating years at Biola. I have several pictures of Becky from that time. One of them shows her tall and strong and beautiful.

    How did we get so old so quick? I ask myself. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I kissed her for the first time? I carry a vivid memory of us at the DMV getting her a personalized license plate for the van we had bought in anticipation of all the trips we would have to make to UNC after her diagnosis. ITIZWEL is what she chose. It is this paradox — knowing that all is well even when everything is going wrong — that I want to continue to explore in the days and years ahead. There is only so much I can write about our extraordinary life together, except to remind myself just how normal it was. Our marriage endured the same struggles yours has; we’ve had to adjust to severe losses that swept over us like a tsunami; we’ve had to choose, over and over again, to trust that God was still God, however miserable we may have felt at the time. Since Becky’s death I’ve discovered that I had no power to control the circumstances of my life. Her passing was completely beyond my control. But I also discovered after her death that I still had the ability to choose how I would respond to providential interruptions in my life. As it turned out, I have been “surprised by joy” (to borrow a phrase from C. S. Lewis). I have found a new post-Becky existence that is truly good. Of course, today memories are flooding my mind. No words can describe my emotions when Becky breathed her last. Oddly enough, the predominant emotion was joy — pure, unadulterated joy that my Becky was finally Home, was finally doing what she had been planning to do for so many months — kiss the feet of her Savior. I remember praying with the family, and then I spent time alone with her in our bedroom. I poured out my soul to God in thanksgiving and praise that He had carried her over the finish line.

    That was a year ago. Today, I’ve had to grow into singleness, to learn to wear it like a new suit. But I like the fit. I can’t imagine being married to anyone but Becky. Perhaps the supreme challenge to anyone who has lost a spouse involves facing your grief on the one hand and learning to live with a heart of gratitude on the other. Death diminishes us, but it also holds the power to transform us. Above all, it can lead us to the One who holds in His hands the keys of life and death. As much as I love blogging, the final word does not belong to me. There is another and greater Word that overpowers my feeble words. A year ago today my Becky — our Becky — entered heaven and joined all those who died before her. She is in heaven, not because of all of the good works she performed (for which she is justly famous). She is in heaven because she believed in Jesus, who died and rose again for her sake. And that is something we can all truly be grateful for.

    And so I have both struggled and triumphed this past year. Music has helped me a great deal. So have writing and traveling. In the months immediately after Becky’s death I drew great courage from your emails, and still do. The internet is a pure gift of grace to me. It joins brokenness and love together. In it I have found a community that cares for hurting people like me. For a year I have been totally honest with this community. I am terrified by my transparency, yet I cannot imagine how I could have made it through the year without blogging about my journey. Will my future blog posts be any different? I’ve always thought that the one year anniversary would mark a major turning point, a milestone of sorts. I don’t know if that is true. I don’t know what the future holds. I still live very much in the present, which is still full of sorrow and pain. Like anyone who suffers from loss, I feel a need to redeem the experience, to leverage the loss for something good, to use it to bless others. Death is not the victor. It never will be. Despite the grief, there is always a measure of peace. It has taken me a year, but I am finally beginning to believe that God’s sovereign decision to take Becky to heaven when He did was a blessing and not a curse. Last night, as I lay sleepless in bed, I realized again that I have a choice as to whether or not I will trust God. A real relationship can never be forced. God gives me the freedom to draw closer to Him or to turn away from Him. The only reason I have chosen to run toward God is a man named Jesus, who felt and feels my pain as no one else ever could, who shows me that God understands suffering because God suffered too. I have come to see that I can acknowledge the pain of Becky’s death with tears and still be a real man, still trust God’s sovereignty, still cast my cares upon Him. Even when I feel like a granite wall stands between me and Him, I know He is there. Even when I am crushed by sorrow and yell at Him to take away my pain, I know that He cares. Jesus changes everything. Whenever I ask myself, “How could God have allowed such a terrible thing to happen to me?” all I have to do is remember the Gospel, for the Gospel reminds me that loss is not merely the ending of something good but the beginning of something good as well. The Gospel can give us more than we could ever deserve. It will give us life, even in our suffering.

    P.S. I’ll be watching this beautiful service today.

    P.P.S. Last night was a blast. Here are a few memories:

    1) My good friend Friesh who runs The Queen of Sheba.

    2) Poor Friesh. Our family basically took over her whole restaurant.

    3) A daughters pic. Each one is precious to me.

    4) Let’s see, who is taller ?

    5) Grandkids galore.

    6) Graham loves his Papa B.

    7) He also loves injera b’wat!

    8) Kim and Matthea.

    9) I love my Nolan!

    Saturday, November 1 

    3:40 PM About to leave for dinner at the Queen of Sheba in Chapel Hill. There will be 28 of us. What fun!

    Pix from Nathan’s camera:

    10:48 AM Nate just took his grandparents to the graveside, and from there they will go to his house for lunch with Jessie and the boys. This morning mom said to me, “Give me a hug, honey” and we just stood there in the kitchen and wept on each other’s shoulders. Becky was so much like her mother. So glad she and dad are still able to travel. Their presence means a lot to me this weekend.

    Thanks for all of your emails this morning. A small sampling:

    Know that Julie and I are in “the flock of geese” alongside you and your family, especially throughout this weekend.

    Words seem so inadequate when I admit that I have not suffered the kind of grief that you have…I have no idea what to say. Just know that over the last few years as I have followed your blog (with your and Becky’s writings) I have been eternally blessed.

    Just a quick note to say that we are praying for you today.

    Praying you will see this bright and early in the morning.  You are loved, prayed for and appreciated beyond measure!

    Small acts of kindness, but with huge consequences. Again, thank you.

    8:54 AM So where do I begin?

    I have to admit I’m more scared about this weekend than just about any weekend I’ve ever faced. I tell you, it can by mighty painful, this losing someone who took away your independence, this person whom God literally joined you together with, immolating you on the altar of love. I feel my lips beginning to tremble just thinking about her. How in the world do I describe her? Well, I’ve decided to throw caution to the winds and give it a try.

    I married Becky because I was created to be a relational being. That’s why there were Adam and Eve in the Garden. They were not merely two people who “knew” each other. They were one flesh, and you could no more separate them without destroying both of them than you could separate a sheet of plywood without ripping it to shreds. Marriage exploits the fact that we humans were made for community, for sharing the deep things of life. The act of sex is only a small aspect of this relationship. Becky and I enjoyed, as it were, a hypostatic union involving our whole beings. Above all, thanks to the mercy and grace of God, we shared a common goal in life. The work God gave us to do needed both of us, and we complemented each other like hand and glove, like white chalk on a black board. If she was yin, I was yang. If she was the chili, I was the cheese. If she was the rubber, I was the road. If she was poetry, I was prose. If she was heads, I was tails. Unified ourselves, our main job in life was drawing people together in unity first with their Creator and then with each other. In the 40 years that I knew her, I never ceased being stunned by her absolute beauty. When I held her head in my lap and moved my hands over her soft, freckled skin, I would drink in all the complexities of God’s creative handiwork. And yet, as complex and beautiful as Becky was on the outside, she was incomparably more beautiful on the inside. Even in death, even at the tragic ending of an otherwise happy story, she was Becky: strong, compliant, totally yielded to her Savior, determined to make the best of it. It was as if she was telling those present in words deeper than sounds, “In even your direst needs you can trust our loving Savior.” At that very moment, the second she drew her final breath, I knew that her spirit would live on forever in my life, our lives, and that every time I was tempted to twist myself into the narrow box of ego, Becky would be there, pointing the way to the cross.

    In 37 years of marriage, we grew more and more like each other. Now if that isn’t scary! Even today I find myself saying things that Becky would have said or counseling my daughters in words that Becky would have uttered. Marriage evens out our differences and draws us into an odd, otherworldly kind of togetherness where you really do become “one.” This is an overwhelming reality that I’ve had to come to grips with since Becky’s passing. No, I am no longer married to Becky. But I live as though I am, in many ways. I still do not squeeze the toothpaste from the top, I still take out the trash as though she was there reminding me to do, I still replace the toilet paper so that the sheets roll down and not under, I still wear my wedding ring. It is this unrelenting personalness of marriage that one cannot escape. Just as marriage gives face to unspeakable joy, so it also gives face to unbelievable suffering. Not only does marriage fail to mitigate the struggles of life, it exacerbates them. And just because your spouse is no longer living doesn’t mean that you have stopped being delimited and informed by that other person. Marriage always involves a drastic course of action, not least when one of the spouses dies. It cannot succeed without a compete and utter attitude of acceptance. Death is the fate of all of us, and should your spouse die before you do, you dare not harden your heart or let your love grow cold. There are still many others who depend on your loving faithfulness, your constancy, your selflessness, your support, and your resources. You are no longer surrendering all of this to your mate, true, but in a sense you are surrendering it to others in her honor, in her memory, always with her presence and influence in the back of your mind. Just as you and your wife, bound together in pure love, learned to give away that love, even to give yourselves freely away, so you continue to give yourself away to others, motivated solely by love. Whereas I could once look with love into the eyes of my wife, now I can look with love into the eyes of my parents, my children, my grandchildren, loved ones, friends, even enemies. That, in fact, is exactly the meaning of marriage. Marriage teaches us that love is the only true power in this world, is the only thing that can truly change lives. More and more, as time goes on, marriage in our society is being asked to stand alone, to become the symbol of righteousness and Biblical fidelity, the sole yardstick of the Christian faith, when in fact it is so much more than that. There is nothing in this world less lovely than marriage without compassion, without the ability to enter into the hell of what others are experiencing simply because they do not know what God’s standards are for marriage. Divorce exposes the hypocrisies and falsehoods of modern evangelicalism like nothing else, for while we are condemning others for improper and ungodly commitments we ourselves are failing miserably to pay the cost of total commitment. Marriage, even Christian marriage, has a high dropout rate. This is why Christian marriage is so important today. It says to a watching, hurting world, “Just as each of you is capable of being loved by another human being, so each of you is marvelously, radically, sacrificially, and perfectly loved by God.”

    And so I end where I began. To be married is to receive a precious gift from God. But it is not the most precious gift He can give us. Even if you should lose a husband or a wife through death (or divorce), He is there, and He will never leave you nor forsake you. Our spouses may leave us, but God never can. Marriage is like that giant California earthquake Becky and I once experienced: it shakes you right off the faulty foundation you established for yourselves and relocates the center of your universe. You begin to say with Paul, “For to me to go on living is Christ, and to die is gain.” No one else loves us as He does, and we will never find a Friend as true as He.

    Notes in the margin:

    1) Mom and dad arrived safely from Dallas last night.

    2) Here they are on their way to “Utopia” (as dad calls Ethiopia) 60 years ago with their eldest daughter Becky Lynn. My, how times flies.

    3) These flowers will be laid at Becky’s grave today.

    4) Becky’s spirit lives on in the retreat ministry she established here on the farm. One couple who stayed here recently left this note. It reads, in part:

    Words can not even begin to express the pleasure it was to be here these last few days. It has been the perfect blend of time to reflect and look ahead. The Lord has impressed on our hearts with what it means to live each day intentionally…. Thank you for sharing your home and life with us and all those who will enter this beautiful place.

    I have to think that Becky would be mighty pleased with these words if she could read them.

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    Wednesday, November 20

    8:20 PM The community called the church is just that: a community. It’s comprised of people from every nation under heaven. Tonight I got a glimpse of that community when, at Bethel Hill Baptist, there gathered with us brothers and sisters from three African-American congregations (Dan River Bethel, Zion Hill Baptist, and St. Mark’s Baptist) for a pre-Thanksgiving service. At least for me, it was a foretaste of heaven. The message is simple: the church is color-blind, or ought to be. We sang (don’t tell, but there was drum set in the “sanctuary”), ate, fellowshipped, and heard a great message from Philippians 4. It is only a few hours before I head to the airport, but I am so glad I was given this sendoff by the Lord. People, I’m not kidding: ethnic diversity is something I really enjoy, always have (I grew up in Hawaii, after all). I pray with all my heart that our Baptist churches might get to the point where having ethnic diversity in our midst is no longer a novelty. When that happens, the world will sit up and take notice.

    Know that I am treasuring your prayers as I leave for Ethiopia, lifting many of you up in prayer too as you slay your dragons. Please know that I’ll do my best to reply to your emails, though connectivity will be spotty. Wherever you go tomorrow, remember: you’ve been given wings. Use them to fly, to the glory of God.

    Aloha a nui loa,

    Dave

    4:12 PM During the past couple of weeks, ever since Becky’s death, I have thought a lot about grief. I know that sounds morbid, but it’s true. Everyone tells me that what I’m experiencing is normal. Let it do its work, Dave. It’s okay to mourn. Believe you me, that’s a hard lesson for me to learn. I’m a fighter. I want to struggle against grief. But it seems that the harder I struggle, the worse it becomes. It’s like trying to walk on an icy sidewalk. Every step you take is precarious. The faster you go, the more likely you are to slip and fall.

    When I was a teenager, my friends and I used to surf the North Shore of Oahu during the winter months, when the waves were anywhere between 15 and 25 feet. On a big day, you were happy to get in four good rides. Wipeouts occurred frequently, especially if you were a risk-taker. Now, when you wipe out on a big wave, it’s like being tossed about in a washing machine. No sooner do you break to the surface to grab a quick breath of air when the next wave of the set comes crashing down on top of you. Every surfer knows exactly what to do in that situation. You release. You let go completely. You let the wave pummel you until it decides to let you go. Because the more you fight against the wave, the more exhausted you get. Fighting a big wave is an exercise in futility. You just have to let it do its work.

    Grief attacks me like those 25-footers at Sunset Beach. The wave comes rolling in out of nowhere, and I am helpless to stop it. The harder I fight it, the more exhausted I become. I have to accept it, let it do its work. I lie in bed at night, sleepless, staring at the ceiling. I get tears while driving. Each wave reminds me of how different my life is today than it was when I had Becky by my side. The taken-for-granted normalness of life is a thing of the past. Everywhere I go I see where we shopped together, dined together, cried together, laughed together, made love together. Back then, when the waves came, we went under together. We had each other to hold on to. Not anymore. Where do I even start to describe how lonely I feel? Irrational as it may sound, I sometimes say to myself, “No, it isn’t true. Becky can’t be gone.” Grief stalks me like a hunter. Scripture helps, but it’s no panacea. Just when I think I’ve made a few baby steps forward, I take bigger steps backwards. Her face fills the bleachers of my memory. I suppose that’s why I blog. I suppose that’s why I talk about her so much in these pages. Expressing my grief publicly is a reminder of how much I loved her. I try to fill the vacancy with activities. I put pictures of her on the blog that I know must drive my readers crazy. But even that doesn’t fill the hole. I feel violated, raped. Strong words, I know, but even they don’t describe how I feel sometimes. Diminished. Impoverished. Abandoned. I am lonely even in a crowd. Thankfully, one emotion I have not felt is anger. (I feel very virtuous in saying that.) Or maybe I am angry but just not expressing it. Knowledge is not my problem. Iknow that God will make this loss a gain. But if you ask me how I’m doing, I won’t white-wash it. If I’m struggling, I’ll say so. If I’m exhausted, I will let you know. If I’m depressed (dare I use the “D” word?), I won’t hesitate to tell you.

    How often I have thanked the Lord that I had a chance to say goodbye to Becky. There I would sit, helpless to ease her suffering, but I could still speak, and she could still listen and nod. God didn’t have to plan things that way. He could have taken her suddenly. I am also so very thankful for all of you and for your emails. This is the other side of grief: the body of Christ coming together, rallying around the sufferer. You, dear reader, have helped me to pick up the pieces. I want to embrace life to the fullest. I realize that my life will never be “normal” again. My mind will always carry the videotapes of her life. I have “let her go” so many times I’ve lost count. I know I will have to let her go many more times. I have entrusted her to God. For years she filled an empty place in me, and that place is empty again. And so I’ll say it for the millionth time:

    Goodbye, Becky. I miss you. I love you. I do not blame you for the pain in my heart. I just wish we didn’t have to say goodbye so soon.

    1:22 PM You guys, what could be better than playing with three of your grandsons? I think it’s safe to say I’m one proud grandfather. They are silly and strong-willed and independent and beautiful. The perfect trifecta.

    Love. Family. Joy. Jesus. God is good.

    9:40 AM I’ve been pouring over the book of Hosea and guess what I’m discovering? Life is like a romance with our Divine Lover. There is deep wisdom in this perspective. It’s no wonder the apostle Paul talked about the benefits of singleness. This gives me patience and hope. I am attracted to the idea that God is lover. I long for people to fall in love with Him, to experience the grace of their Lover. True, His cross-love is not comfortable. But it is the bedrock of our faith.

    9:05 AMThis is the marker that the monument company will begin installing in the church cemetery. It is the final design Becky and I agreed on before she passed away.

    I can still see us discussing the Bible verse we wanted on the marker. Eventually we decided to go with a simple saying. As I look back on her life, I sink to my knees in gratitude, for she really did know Him and make Him known.

    8:34 AMAs you know, this week I am returning to Ethiopia at long last. My purpose is very simple: to minister to others in the name of the Lord and to honor King Jesus, Becky’s Lord and Savior. Ministry has been given by Christ to the church. It is to be exercised in the church, for the church, and by the church. The goal is to equip the church as the servant of Christ in the world. In the foot washing in the Upper Room, Jesus Himself demonstrated this to His followers.

    Will I miss fellowshipping with my brothers and sisters at Bethel Hill? You bet! But the corporate gathering of the church is not the fulfillment most churchgoers believe it to be. It is just the beginning. The gathering is merely the commissioning. How grateful I am to be part of a fellowship of Jesus-followers who emphasize the going as much as the gathering. The challenge now is to mobilize the full manpower and womanpower of the church for global evangelization.

    Luther, Calvin, and the Anabaptists agreed that there is only one “divine vocation” for all Christians who accept their role as the people of God, and that is to minister for Christ in our various spheres of life. Becky was a fulltime housewife, and I am a fulltime Greek professor, but those are only our jobs. Our business is the Gospel business — fulltime, 24/7/365. In the New Testament, we find no fixed forms, organizational structures, or ranking of “fulltime professionals” in the church. Ministry belongs to the whole people of God. Christians are to be Christ’s servants in all sectors of life. Christ ascended for the specific purpose of “preparing God’s people for works of service” (Eph. 4:7-12). It is unmistakably clear that the term “priest” as used in the New Testament does not refer to officiates in a church building but describes all Christians in every nation of the world in their role as the priesthood of all believers. Under the direct leadership of the Head, the whole Body becomes a Christocentric fraternity penetrating the whole world (including our own neighborhoods) with the Good News. We are Jesus disciples, followers, learners, witnesses, workers, and, if need be, martyrs.

    I leave for Africa with a promise burned deep into my heart: “I am with you each and every day, even until the end of the age.” Jesus promised His Holy Spirit to empower all believers to be His ambassadors in the world. That He should have chosen me — I who am totally undeserving — to be His representative is nothing short of miraculous. As I leave, I pray that Becky’s Savior would truly be honored and glorified in every service we hold. May He alone receive all the praise.

    Here is my prayer itinerary for this trip. Please pray for me as the Holy Spirit leads you. Thank you. Dave

    Thursday 21 Nov.       

    Depart RDU for Toronto then Addis Ababa

    Friday 22 Nov.            

    Lunch with Frew, dean of Evangelical Theological College

    Saturday 23 Nov.        

    Depart for Alaba; celebration service for Becky with all churches and all denominations in Alaba (pm)

    Sunday 24 Nov.          

    Speak in Alaba main church (am); speak in Zobechame church (pm)

    Monday 25 Nov.         

    Visit with evangelists (am); speak to students (pm)

    Tuesday 26 Nov.         

    Depart for Burji (15 hour drive)

    Wednesday 27 Nov.   

    Celebration service for Becky with all churches and all denominations in Burji (pm)

    Thursday 28 Nov.       

    Visit with evangelists

    Friday 29 Nov.            

    Depart for Addis (am)

    Saturday 30 Nov.        

    Rest day

    Sunday 1 Dec.            

    Celebration service for Becky with all churches and all denominations in Addis (4:00 pm)

    Monday 2 Dec.           

    Speak in Kale Heywot chapel; ETC chapel; depart Addis for Frankfurt, Philadelphia, and Raleigh

    Tuesday 3 Dec.           

    Arrive RDU

    Tuesday, November 19

    7:10 PMPlease keep my friendAndrew Rozalowsky in your prayers as he struggles with cancer. 

    5:02 PMJane had her first baby today.

    Welcome to the farm, little one!

    4:26 PMI see thatI’m not the only one who appreciates the work that Thomas Hudgins is doing in the field of Greek pedagogy. If he were ever to get his way, the focus of the Greek classroom would move from content to praxis, from Greek to ministry. In his latest essay, Thomaswrites:

    In my classes, I want to touch my students’ minds and hearts. I want to deal with their knowledge of the grammar, but also their character as followers of Christ. I want my students to be mindful each week that the end result in learning Greek is not a knowledge of Greek so much as it is radical obedience to Christ and a commitment to the Great Commission. It might sound strange to you, but I deal with issues that arise in local-church ministry in each of my Greek classes.

    This hits the nail on the head and is very convicting, because I know that I for one could do a much better job of doing this in class. “Using New Testament Greek in Ministry.” What a great concept, Thomas. Why, someone should write a book with that title!

    3:40 PMDid I hear someone say they wanted to see more pictures? My wish is your command! Here is what the campus looked like this morning after I dropped Nigusse off for his classes this week.

    Then I had breakfast with the dean of Odessa Theological Seminary in Ukraine, who was here for meetings on campus.

    Alex was a wonderful host when I taught there in March.

    Future plans call for me to return next year to “teach the teachers.” Alex is wanting to assemble the New Testament profs in Ukraine for a weeklong workshop on Greek pedagogy. Sweet. Next stop today? Meeting with my colleague Maurice Robinson to discuss the Pericope Adulterae conference to be held on our campus next April.

    I think we’ve finally tied up all the loose ends. By the way, my thanks to one of our speakers, Tommy Wasserman, for posting anannouncement today on the Evangelical Textual Criticism blog. Last but certainly not least, Jon Glass and I pigged out at the Red Robin in Durham over lunch.

    As you can see, nothing special happened today, and everything special happened today. I love and hate days like today. Driving from Wake Forest to Durham, I wept most of the way. Becky, how I miss you! I can’t stand this cross. How can I bear it alone, without your companionship? Intellectually, I know I’m never alone. I am a Christian. He never leaves nor forsakes His own. Just typing those clichés makes me want to scream. Because she is still here. Everywhere I go I see her smile, smell her scent, hear her laugh. I see the pain in her face, the effort to take a sip of water, the stoic resolve in the face of unspeakable suffering. It’s the same aching feeling I used to get when I had to leave her on a mission trip. And suddenly I am fiercely homesick for the “good old days.”

    We live in a world that has lost its appreciation for the small people. We think bigger is better, so we supersize everything from our hamburgers to our church sanctuaries. Becky was someone who loved “little” people. I put the word “little” in quotations because Becky was herself a little person, a gentle whisper of God’s voice amid the chaos of poverty and suffering.

    She refused to allow distorted images of Christianity to define her. Some of you know this well. You knew her character. Which makes it a little easier for me when I try to describe what she meant to me, means to me. In Addis Ababa, the capital of Utopia (as my father-in-law calls Ethiopia), we will be holding a city-wide memorial service for Becky. Here’s the invitation I just sent to my friends in Addis:

    Dear Beloved Brothers and Sisters in Ethiopia,

    I wish to warmly invite you and your friends to attend a worship service celebrating the work of the Lord Jesus in the life of Becky Lynn Black on Sunday, Dec. 1 at 4:00 at the International Evangelical Church in Addis Ababa. I think you will be both blessed and challenged by her testimony. Becky tirelessly served the church in Ethiopia. I am looking forward to honoring her memory with you.

    Thank you for your participation with us in the Gospel.

    Joyfully in the Lamb,

    Dave Black

    I can’t tell you the number of people in Ethiopia Becky’s life directly affected, but there are plenty of them. She has perhaps achieved something she would certainly have detested — celebrity status. But whenever we see someone who seems to be super-human, we need to step back and look again. Becky was no celebrity, but she was discontent with the old answers and the traditional camps. She wanted to be like Jesus. She wanted people to see a woman who tried to live out what she taught. I learned more about God from Becky than any systematic theology ever taught me. As I leave for Ethiopia, my message is a simple one. I pray that we as Christians will spend our lives making Jesus’ way of life accessible to people through little acts of love. Becky had the gift of impatience and the deep sense that the church could do a much better job of obeying Jesus’ Great Commission. I thank God for that. Not everyone has that vision. The church needed her prophetic voice. It seems to me that God could use a few more like her in the church today. The Evil One has always tried to smother the Light. Thank God that He still delights in surrounding us with people who make it shine brighter.

    Today I asked myself: Where is God? And here is what He told me. I am busy spreading My Gospel through little people like Becky, growing My kingdom like a mustard seed, smaller and smaller until it takes over the whole world.

    Monday, November 18

    6:45 PMGuess what? I’m on Cloud Nine. Well, I’ll be there shortly, that is. The Lord is allowing me to fly business class from Canada to Ethiopia. Seat 2L, to be exact.

    I say that with peasant-like disbelief, but it’s true. My Miles and More Card enabled me to do this, so goodbye cramped seats, at least for this leg of my trip.

    Isn’t our God serendipitous?

    6:22 PMEvenin’ pards! This has been another crazy few days. Our modem went out on Friday, then today our router kicked the bucket. But there’s been lots of good, God things happening too. Yesterday I prayed with our Hughes Net technician whose family barely survived the typhoon in the Philippines. Please pray with me that they will survive the aftermath and that their son can get much-needed funds to them. Tonight Nigusse and I are working on my schedule for the Ethiopia trip. We are still awaiting word on the venue for the celebration service in the capital. But the rest of the schedule seems to be falling into place. In other news, imagine my delight when I opened this email:

    Thank you for the chance to read your chapter on baptism.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I have attached my comments.  First, let me say this.  If you disregarded all my comments and published the chapter in its current form it would be an excellent chapter on Baptism.  All my comments are just suggestions and questions from a student to a respected scholar.  When you first open the document you will see maybe more than you expected.  I hope you receive the comments as a sign of intense interest and a desire to help clarify things as much as possible so that this book will be a great blessing to the church.

    I’ve received several emails just like this one from those of you who requested a copy of my book chapters. I’m taking your comments with me and I will go over them on the long flight from Toronto to Addis. Before I leave I am working on a couple of pretty gnarly situations that need to be put to rest before getting on the plane. There’s much more to say, but let’s just say for now that it’s been stressful. I bet the cross was stressful for Jesus too! Oh yeah, and what do you think about Obama skipping out on the 150the anniversary of the Gettysburg Address? I mean, here’s a man who announced his candidacy in Springfield and swore his oath of office on Lincoln’s Bible. I just wish he had taken time to offer words of conciliation and healing as his forefather did. We are the United States today due largely to what happened on that battlefield 150 years ago. Besides, it’s just a few miles from Camp David!

    In the meantime, I find myself thinking about a lot of things. It is very much an emotional time for me (still!) as I reflect on all that has transpired in the last few weeks. Loss is proving to be a hard thing to nail down, if you know what I mean. I’m also working on my teaching schedule for 2014. Teaching is very stimulating for me. It’s also cathartic. By the grace of God and the healing power of Jesus, I do hope some day to be able to put body and soul back together again. However, I don’t think it’s going to be any time soon. My goal today, as it was when Becky was alive, is to be as totally trustworthy as I possibly can be. So I pray for wisdom and faith. So often, like the disciples, I cry out “I don’t get you, Lord!” There’s nothing shameful about that. In fact, it’s a pretty good starting point for healing.

    Thanks for listening. Again.

    11:24 AMHope has many names. Here are three of them: Bradford, Becky, and Betty.

    They went to a place called Bobitcho to establish a mission school for Ethiopian children, a school that would not only teach math and history but Bible and Christianity. When I think about the awesome sacrifice these three Americans made to bring the Gospel to the people of Bobitcho, I am reminded that God is calling each one of us to become part of what He is doing in the world. As you know, the other evening Nigusse and I had dinner with Berhan and her husband Dilayehu. Dilayehu’s mother Fantaye actually attended the school that Becky’s father taught in from 1955 to 1960. And guess what? Dad “just happened” to have a picture of Fantaye when she was in the sixth grade. He sent it to me yesterday:

    Do you see her? Fantaye was the only girl in her class. Naturally, I sent this picture to Dilayehu. This was his response:

    Becky’s parents, thanks again for your devotion to preach the gospel during those old days. As you know at 1950′ the technology was poor, no transportation (I’m sure you use horse or mule as a transport) & at that time Hossana or bobitcho was remote area. For me this shows me that how you deeply love Jesus Christ. Thanks God Fantaye (mom) & Mekisso (dad) they are very very devoted Christians. You have to be proud b/c the seed you saw at that time was fruitfully.

    I share this story with you for a reason. God is calling us to bring hope to the children of Africa, to teach them about the Lord Jesus Christ and His great love for all people. Today, the work continues, largely without the direct help of Americans or foreign nationals. The native missionary movement is flourishing in Ethiopia. The most effective discipleship is done by Ethiopians. The frontline work that Becky’s parents did has been taken over almost completely by indigenous missionaries. And the results have been remarkable.

    But everything has a beginning.

    Dad and mom, thank you for your faithfulness to God’s calling on your life and marriage. Thank you for leaving the comforts of the U.S. and taking your 1-year old daughter to a remote corner of the globe simply because you loved others more than you loved yourselves. Today, God’s loving hand of grace and forgiveness remains extended to these people. How can I ever express my appreciation to you both for what you have done for the sake of the Gospel? I hope and pray that the kind of humility you evidenced in your lives will bring the church in the U.S. back into the center of God’s will and global plan.

    Mom and dad, I love you. I salute you.

    9:18 AMI will miss ETS in Baltimore this year, but I see that my Southeastern colleagues are very well-represented:

    • David W. Jones: Moderator: Christian Ethics 

    • Daniel R. Heimbach: Where Does ‘Ethics’ Come From? How Has the Term Evolved?

    • James K. Dew Jr. : Cannibalism and the Possibility of Bodily Resurrection: A Revised Approach to Reassembly

    • Greg Welty: A Response to Jerry Walls on Christian Compatibilism

    • Andrew J. Spencer: Environmental Ethics and Inerrancy: Challenges from the Hermeneutics of Ecotheology

    • Daniel R. Heimbach: Moderator: Engaging the Ethics of Islam

    • Ant Greenham: The Ethics of Silence in Witness to Muslims

    • Daniel R. Heimbach: Panel Discussion: Interacting with the Ethics of Islam

    • Ant Greenham: Panel Discussion: Interacting with the Ethics of Islam

    • Benjamin L. Merkle: Hermeneutical Challenges for a (Traditional) Premillennial Interpretation of Revelation 20

    • Nathan A. Finn: Andrew Fuller: An Evangelical Theologian

    • Nathan A. Finn: John R. Rice, Bob Jones Jr., and the “Mechanical Dictation” Controversy: Finalizing the Fracturing of Independent Fundamentalism

    • Andreas Köstenberger: Panel Discussion: Theology in John

    • Ken Keathley: Molinist Gunslingers Redux: A Friendly Response to Greg Welty

    • Greg Welty: Molinist Gun Control: A Flawed Proposal?

    • Abidan Paul Shah: From Mills to Muenster: How many Variants in the Manuscript Tradition of the NT?

    • Mark F. Rooker: Recent Trends in the Dating of Biblical Hebrew Texts

    • John S. Hammett: An Alternative to Universal and Limited Atonement

    • Wm. Travis Coblentz: Unspeakable Authority: Platonic Dialectic and the Common Good

    • Todd Borger: Using the Imperative as Lexical Item for Biblical Hebrew: A Theoretical and Pedagogical Study

    Best wishes to all of you!

    9:05 AMOdds and ends …

    1) Very humbled to announce that over $1,500 has been donated thus far to the Burji Ministry Training Center in honor of Becky’s memory. The donors will never have the chance to see the Burji people face to face in this world, but one day they will spend all of eternity together rejoicing over the goodness of the Lord.

    2) John Piper’sMissions Is Not for Wimpy Women struck a resonating cord. Even in the middle of her suffering, without any hair, Becky helped the Ethiopian people with her prayers, gifts, financial support, and even her presence. Fellow American, you and I are among the elite of the world. We have so much while others have so little. I am beginning to challenge every believer I meet to set aside $1.00 a day to help support a native missionary in the Majority World. Every Christian in North America has some minimum responsibility to help the needy brethren in the church in other nations. Some of you, God will even call to go. Will you, or will you wimp out?

    3) Allan Bevere shows us how thechurch can be political.

    4) And just who has proved critical in the relief effort in the Philippines?Churches and charities. Have you given yet? Donate through your local church. Or better yet, find a Filipino and help them support their loved ones back in the homeland.

    Sunday, November 17

    7:05 PMJoel Bradsher writes from India:

    We just returned to Bagdogra from spending 2 days at the orphanage near the Bhutan border. Wow what a work the Father is doing there as He is birthing many into His kingdom! After a 2 hour worship service with our Indian brothers and sisters, we took part in a baptismal service of 56 new believers from surrounding villages. The thought that came to mind as I observed the baptismal service (see the pic attached), is “No ordination nor accolades needed, only the New birth required in fulfilling the Great Commission – which includes Baptizing those who confess the King!” Only one of the “baptizers” here is an elder/pastor. 

    Have you been faithful to pray for Joel and the team? They suffer from loneliness just as you and I do. Just as importantly, may God open our eyes in the West to the reality of nearly 3 billion people who are still unreached by the Good News!

    6:12 PMGood evening, cyber friends! Good to be back. Our modem went down Friday morning and we just got it back again. Am eager to read your emails. They have been lifesavers, let me tell you!

    So how are things going at Bradford Hall? I’m actually doing pretty well, though I’ve had my “moments.” Have you ever asked yourself the question, “Why does it only seem to get harder?” Yesterday was horrible. It was the two-week anniversary of Becky’s Homegoing. Yesterday I felt like a professional cyclist who has just climbed a long hill and now feels he should be able to coast down the other side. But when he reaches the top he sees that the road winds on, with even steeper hills than the one he has just climbed. Saturday, as I sat alone in my library, I began to sob. I don’t know if I can do this. Well, I may be dumb but I’m not stupid, so I got on the phone and called one of my daughters. I don’t need to suffer alone, I reminded myself. November 2, 2013, is a day I will never forget as long as I live. It is one I look back on with thanksgiving as well as heartbreak. With the Lord’s help I want to extract every ounce of positive teaching from the 4-year-long illness and passing of Becky. I want my whole life to count for Christ. I try to thank Him every morning for all He has done for me, to praise Him for His goodness, and to ask Him for the strength to do His will so that through my actions others will see Him in me. Lamentations 3:23 has meant so much to me lately. “He does not willingly afflict the children of men.” I must be clear about that. God may permit suffering but He does not cause it. He seeks only my utmost good through the pain. With rare exceptions (thank God they have been few!), people have shown me love and acceptance. They have shown me how to support bereaved people with the greatest sensitivity. Mostly you’ve just taken time to visit my blog and listen. What are the lessons I am learning? I’m learning to lean on God more than on others. I’m learning to appreciate the hospitality of people. I’m learning that it’s okay to miss Becky’s companionship. I’m learning the importance of studying the life and teachings of Jesus so that I can know how to react to the pressures of everyday life. I’m learning the value of singleness. (Jesus was a bachelor, and who would dare call Him an oddball or unfulfilled?) I’m learning that life can be rich and satisfying even if, humanly speaking, I am alone. I’m realizing that there are places in life I can go as a single person that would be out of the question if I were married.

    So what makes being a widower so hard? I think it’s because the Christian widower knows that God is good. He dares to push the Absolute back into the center of the picture. He recognizes that his life is the product of a wise Creator. Where others see only loss and silence, he knows that God is shouting aloud in the color and scent of every sunset and rose. He knows he has no one apart from Christ. He realizes that Christianity is for people who have no answers apart from faith in a loving and just God. He knows that Christ will stick with him, change him, and in the end receive him into His presence. Ain’t it just like Jesus to teach me these things? The apostle Paul (a single man) had one ambition, and that was to know Him (Phil. 3:10). This is the same Paul who experienced success and loneliness, elation and depression, who had known Christ on dry land and in shipwreck. Richard of Chichester once prayed: “May I know thee more clearly/Love thee more dearly/and follow thee more nearly.” I suppose I can say this is my prayer too.

    Well, I need to get caught up on emails and cook supper for Nigusse. As you know, I leave on Thursday to help the Ethiopian church cope with Becky’s death. I fear that for all too many, Becky’s passing is seen as the worst thing that could befall them. I shall seek to help them view it as a graduation into glory, into a life no longer marred by sorrow and suffering. I will be quite insistent that while tears of grief are acceptable, an atmosphere of gloom and doom is not. Death is a defeated enemy because of the first Easter. Christians are the only people on the planet who can rejoice in the face of the Valley.

    Amen? 

    Friday, November 15

    8:22 AMDid you notice, in Joel’s email, the emphasis he placed on baptism in India being a matter of public witness? I address this issue in my forthcoming Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. I don’t see why anybody would be interested, but just in case, here’s a sneak preview:

    Fourthly, in reading the book of Acts one is struck by the public nature of Christian baptism. On the Day of Pentecost, for example, we read that some 3,000 believers were baptized. Archeology suggests that these new converts availed themselves of the many baptismal pools (mikvot) located near the entrance to the temple mount, a very public place indeed. Friends and relatives of those being baptized undoubtedly witnessed this step of obedience. Clearly these Christians were not ashamed to make their new-found faith public. And their example is a poignant reminder for us today that baptism should be an observable act whenever possible. It is, one might say, the Christian’s “pledge of allegiance” to Jesus Christ. To use a slightly different (though related) analogy: baptism is the wedding ring we place on our finger during our marriage ceremony. The ring on our finger does not make us married. It is merely a symbol, and a beautiful one at that, that we are married. And be it observed: we do not wait a week or a month or a year after the wedding ceremony to begin wearing our ring. On the contrary, we are eager to let the whole world know that we are no longer single.

    Baptism is like that wedding ring. It is a mark, impressed upon our physical bodies, that tells the whole world that we are no longer alone: we belong to Another, and we also belong to the people He calls His body. My own baptism in Hawaii was a very public event: it took place at Kailua Beach where I swam and surfed daily! I shall never forget my dismay when, several years later, our church decided to build an indoor baptistery. “It is more convenient than going to the beach,” I was told. More convenient, yes, but more scriptural? Why should we move our baptisms indoors and abandon a golden opportunity to portray the Gospel to our unsaved neighbors and friends? I have yet to get a satisfactory answer to that question.

    8:02 AMNote on April’s Pericope Adulterae conference. In case you are expecting something spectacular from me, let me clarify that I am not a speaker per se as I have never published anything on that passage. The other speakers, however, are all recognized experts in this field. My role has been to help organize the conference, solicit the presenters, arrange the venue and schedule, and eventually assist in publishing the essays for a broader audience. I will also be moderating the event. The passage being debated is hugely important. I do hope you will consider attending.

    7:22 AMJoel’s latest communiqué from India reads as follows:

    Visited the Santhal people of NE India today and had a great opportunity to encourage and exhort our brothers and sisters there. We also witnessed a public baptism with many unbelievers in the village gathering to watch. This public display of submission to the gospel testifies to the Muslim and Hindu’s of their public devotion to Jesus Christ as Lord. Pray for the Santhal people as the Word increases among them. We met with a … missionary to the Santhal people and other villages, who has currently planted 8 house churches in unreached villages. Pray for his faithfulness and boldness to proclaim the good news of the King. 

    God provides. That seems to be the theme of all of Joel’s emails. God always provides, it’s just that often we don’t see it clearly. Well, here is clear evidence of His provision. Here is the body of Christ in action as one man comes alongside another man.

    I love this photo of Joel with the Indian evangelist and his family. My heart is full. Full of hope and light for India.

    Please storm heaven with me for the Santhal people of northeast India.

    7:10 AMBecky’s Celebration Service at SEBTS is now on YouTube. My thanks to Media Services at Southeastern and to my assistant Jacob Cerone for their help.

    So sit back and watch. Watch the Lord work his magic on a little girl from Africa. Watch His love grow in a barren heart. Watch as He helps her find her way Home. As we watch her story unfold, perhaps our path will become a little clearer.

    6:50 AMMeet Berhan. She is one of a handful of Ethiopians who works at UNC Hospitals in Chapel Hill. As soon as she heard that Becky was hospitalized, she would rush to the room, greet us, and then begin to pray as only Ethiopians can pray. She would then give us a hug and disappear back into the corridors of her workplace. Today, I am thankful for Berhan. I’m thankful for all of the people who came to us through the little cracks and crevices of life. I’m thankful I got to witness such an outpouring of love for my wife. I just wanted you to see her and her family. They had Nigusse and me over for dinner last night in Durham.

    Which is one of the things keeping me going in the face of the wound, all the heartbreak. Thank you Berhan and Fantaye. You loved Becky well. You will forever be in my heart. 

    Thursday, November 14

    4:10 PMSo one doctorate is not enough forSeñor Thomas Hudgins! Congratulations, young man. Now you will have the best of both worlds: a Southeastern Seminary education and a Complutensian University degree (*smile*).

    1:14 PMHere we go again. In 2000 David Beck and I organized a major conference on campus to debate three issues: New Testament Textual Criticism, the Synoptic Problem, and the Authorship of Hebrews. Then in 2004, I organized a conference dealing with The Last Twelve Verses of Mark. Please note that next April the seminary is sponsoring yet another major conference, this time on the Woman Taken in Adultery Passage (John 7:53-8:11). Speakers include:

    • Dr. David Alan Black; Dr. M.O. Owens Jr. Chair of New Testament Studies; Professor of New Testament & Greek at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary

    • Dr. Chris Keith; Professor of New Testament & Early Christianity; Director of the Centre for the Social-Scientific Study of the Bible at St. Mary’s University College in Twickenham, London

    • Dr. Jennifer Knust; Assistant Professor of New Testament & Christian Origins School of Theology & the Graduate School of Arts & Sciences, Boston University

    • Dr. John David Punch; Senior Pastor of City Church Denver

    • Dr. Maurice Robinson; Senior Professor of New Testament & Greek at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary

    • Dr. Tommy Wasserman; Academic Dean & Lecturer in New Testament at the Örebro School of Theology in Sweden

    For the official announcement, please gohere. If you ever needed an excuse to come and visit Southeastern’s beautiful campus, this is it.

    9:46 AMI am working on completing my book Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. I would welcome interaction. If you’d like to review a chapter, let me know: dblack@sebts.edu.

    9:42 AMWas reminded today of the importance of language. You may have read the story in the news. On a flight to RDU yesterday a Southwestern pilot announced over the intercom, “We’re going down,” seconds before making an emergency descent to 25,000 feet. The plane simply needed to get to a lower altitude due to the loss of cabin pressure. Technically, the words “We’re going down” were correct. But talk about a poor choice of words. I suppose the captain meant to say, “Everything’s okay. We are going to make a safe but faster than normal descent for a few thousand feet, but there is nothing to worry about.”

    Which got me to thinking. As a teacher, what are the takeaways?

    1) Communication is primarily a function of the receptor. You always need to communicate on the basis of the listener.

    2) When you need to say something, you will have several options to choose from. The goal is to find the best way of communicating what you mean.

    3) It doesn’t take much to create a negative atmosphere in the classroom. We need to be thoughtful about our communication style as teachers, both in our tone of voice and in our body language.

    4) If we do make a mistake, learn from it and go on. Then determine to avoid that specific situation in the future.

    I recall once reprimanding a student for tardiness. “Late again?” I said in an impatient tone. Bad choice of words. And no need to rebuke a student in public. Since then I always approach students privately when they show a pattern of tardiness to class.

    Mark Twain once uttered these words: “It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.” That’s a very good reason to think before we speak.

    9:23 AMThe internet keeps showing me interesting stuff. Click onthis link and note how Robert Martin handles living in the darkness. Evil is evil, and the Christian response is simply trust. We know that evil and death have been overcome, but we also know that it is a victory yet to come and that all creation groans in expectation of the glory that will be revealed in that day. I like the definition of hope that Gary Hauger, director of International Justice Mission, gives:

    Christian hope is both possession and yearning, repose and activity, arrival and being on the way. Since God’s victory is certain, believers can work both patiently and enthusiastically, blending careful planning with urgent obedience, motivated by the patient impatience of the Christian hope.

    “Patient impatience.” If that doesn’t describe my life right now. Oh how I want to see Becky again! But this is no excuse for inactivity, for lack of planning or obedience on my part. So I find myself emailing this person or that, making arrangements for teaching here or there, traveling to this country or that, or just putting dinner appointments on my calendar. I think that’s a pretty healthy way to deal with the darkness, don’t you?

    So much to learn from Becky’s Homegoing.

    Wednesday, November 13

    6:08 PMYet another wonderful tribute:Remembering Becky Lynn Black. Thank you, Tope.

    5:26 PMSeven days. That’s the amount of time until my next international trip. I can’t believe it’s true. I can’t believe I’ll be traveling again. My role of care-giver is over. It is time to move on. Thank you for praying for me. Thank you for standing in the gap with me. Please, don’t stop now. Don’t stop emailing and connecting. I’ve done a bunch of crying recently. Happy, frustrated, bewildered, joyful tears. I don’t think I’ve ever been so aware of Becky’s absence and at the same time been so aware of the scope of the needs in the world — in places where Dave Black is needed. It’s such a strange thing, this knowing that I am in the center of God’s will but wanting so badly to go back in time, to be with someone you loved for so long. We’re all on this adventure together, zigzagging down the road less traveled. I’ve made it through the first week and a half. Now I just need to figure out how to negotiate the rest of the journey. In some ways I’m looking forward to being away from home. I can’t explain how difficult it is for me to even go into our bedroom. I’ve surfed 30-footers at Sunset Beach, climbed the Pyramids of Egypt, did battle with malaria, and nothing is scarier than trying to adjust to a house without Becky. I can’t get used to it. It’s hard to find my balance. How long? How long before I regain a sense of normalcy? How long do husbands grieve over the loss of their wives? I have no way of knowing. I feel so small, and yet God reminded me today of His care and concern for every single detail of my life. I am so grateful for His Word. I have been so blessed by His presence. As much as I wish my heart wasn’t broken, I’m so grateful that I have Him.

    Yesterday I was convicted about something. May I share it with you? Once in a while I hear someone say, “Poor Becky. She died so young.” That thought has even crossed my mind on more than one occasion. But the notion is wrong, so very wrong. No one need feel sorry for Becky Lynn Black. She accomplished more in 60 years than most people could accomplish in ten lifetimes. I have to keep reminding myself: It’s not the quantity of years that counts, but the quality. Jack London, the famous writer who died in 1916, had this to say about death:

    I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

    Then he added these famous words:

    The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

    If ever there was a spark, a meteor that burned itself out in a brilliant blaze, that was Becky. Do not feel sad that she only lived for 60 years. Rejoice that she was a vessel of honor for the Master’s use. Every minute mattered to Becky. I want to live like that. I want to live every second of my life with passion. I want to give 1,000 percent to whatever I know is the will of God for my life. And what is that will? I was born to be a teacher. Let me, then, teach with everything I’ve got. And what of my Christian calling? If I was born to be a teacher, I was born again to be a fulltime minister of the Gospel. So were you. So was Becky. That’s why we were partners in the Gospel, she and I. That’s why she could die, not with despair, but with childlike trust. “Only one life, ’twill soon be past, and only what’s done for Christ will last.” Why should we spend our lives investing our time and energy in things that won’t last a week or a year, much less outlast our earthly lives? Becky devoted all her energy to the cause of Christ and in the daily doing of God’s will for her life. Becky realized that death could not touch her until her earthly work was done. She gave up everything she didn’t need. She kept everything that mattered. She held everything else loosely. As a result, she eventually gained what she never had before — heaven, perfect peace, inexpressible joy, Jesus Himself.

    Let me ask two questions: 1) What are you living for? 2) Whom are you influencing for Christ? What is your goal in life, and how will that make a difference in the lives of others? If your mission in life is anything other than the Great Commission, then you’re living for the wrong mission. At one time I lived for my scholarship, for my academic reputation. Today, the only thing that matters to me is knowing Christ and making Him known. Howard Hendricks, whose funeral I attended in Dallas earlier this year, put it this way: “Only two things in this world are eternal — the Word of God and people.” God’s Word lasts forever. And people last forever. Everything else will disappear. Becky made a difference in the lives of others because she knew this to be true. She invested her life in something that would outlast her. That’s why she could be joyful in a grumpy world. Jesus said, “Let your light so shine before people that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.” Becky was a bright star in a dark world. How many countless people did she guide safely Home? The Gospel expects nothing less of us. We cannot evade this responsibility. God’s grace is free but never cheap. Let’s seek first the kingdom of God and seize every opportunity to share Christ’s love with a lost world. Like Becky, let’s face difficulty with joy. Let’s refuse to complain or blame others.

    Give up everything you don’t need.

    Keep everything that matters.

    Hold everything else loosely — except Jesus.

    Do something with your life.

    Don’t just exist.

    Becky lived only 60 short years. I had a front row seat for 40 of them. I was an eye-witness to the magnificence that comes from a living relationship with Jesus Christ. He alone is Lord. He gave Himself for us. And now He invites us to come to Him and allow Him to give us a brand new purpose for living.

    So I apologize. I apologize for every time I said to myself or to others, “Poor Becky. She died so young.” I am trying to learn every single lesson that God wants me to learn through this painful loss. To be perfectly honest, I am the one who needs to learn these lessons the most. I feel like a small child wading on the shore of a limitless ocean. I am so grateful to have known Becky, to have stood by her side for 37 years. I have been so blessed by her love and by the grace she showed me. When I think of my life without her, my heart breaks into a million splinters. The one thing I know is that her influence is not over. It has only just begun. I know, too, that she has much to teach me still, to teach all of us. That’s why, spilling past the raw hurt, is a joy, the joy of having known her. And I will live the rest of my days in the light of that blessing. 

    Thanks so much for listening.

    Dave

    12:40 PMSo it’s been a couple of days. I have a good excuse, though. My daughters insisted that I get away for a few days at the beach and, being the obedient father that I am, I accommodated them. Here’s where I stayed in Atlantic Beach (courtesy of Karen and Rick Godwin — thank you!).

    I spent a lot of time in the water of course, grabbing my board, donning a wet suit, and frolicking in the gigantic surf.

    It was so huge, in fact, that the waves apparently scared away all the locals, as I was the only one in the water or even on the beach for that matter.

    While in Atlantic Beach I also met up with Kevin Brown and his family who were visiting their eldest daughter and son-in-law (who is stationed at a nearby Marine base). We had a great meal together last night sharing about the goodness of the Lord in our lives.

    This trip was just what the doctor ordered. I desperately miss Becky, and I think her loss is starting to catch up with me. Up until a week ago, my schedule was peppered with visits to and from friends and family, and with all the comings and goings it was hard to realize you were alone. Becky’s absence hits me at odd moments, like now, sitting here at the computer, listening to the quiet sounds of the farm, lost in this cavernous house that was once filled with so much activity and laughter. As I type this, I am planning my future travels. The church in Ethiopia has asked me to come and help them process the Homegoing of their dear Mama B, so I’ll be leaving next week for a 12-day trip to hold memorial services in Alaba, Burji, and the capital of Addis Ababa. Then it will be back to India and another Asian nation where I’ve been pretty active the past few years. I may even return to Ukraine to teach another class at the Baptist seminary there (my last visit there was in April of this year). I love doing ministry (as you know!), especially in an era when technology allows me to share photos and stories with my audience almost in real time. Just today I received an update from Joel and the India Team. He wrote:

    We just finished with the Missionary conference and boy what a blessing! The missionaries and pastors faithfulness to Gods kingdom work is challenging and encouraging. I have attached some real time photos of the construction project. Tomorrow we head to see the Santhal people, an unreached people with few believers. Pray we will be an encouragement to our family there. Thanks for praying!

    You bet, Joel, it is my joy and honor to pray for you! I sink to my knees as I trace the line of God’s mercy in that part of India and can’t wait to be there myself.

    I could post a hundred more pix of my trip to the beach and they still wouldn’t begin to describe what just getting away meant to me. But I would like to leave you with a final photo. You know that I’ve been writing a book called Seven Marks of a New Testament Church. Well, I had no idea that such a church actually existed —  until today. I snapped this photo on my drive home today.

    A picture is worth a thousand words, they say.

    I’ll be back later with another update and some thoughts that I wrote about Becky while I was gone, but first I have to unpack and check on the animals. Living alone is so much harder than I ever imagined, which is why I suppose it’s okay for me to share my thoughts and aspirations with you. We both know the future is going to be pretty awesome.

    Monday, November 11

    9:20 AMThe latest from Joel in India:

    We landed with both feet on the ground and running. We met with a group of children at a Free School in the Naxalbari village for a time of encouragement.  We then visited a newly planted church in a nearby village. Woody, Trey, Billy, and myself taught from the Scriptures to exhort our brothers and sisters to serve faithfully in the kingdom. Pray for us the next two days as we will be teaching at the missionary conference. Pray for faithfulness and endurance in our ministry to them. 

    8:02 AMLatest surf report for Atlantic Beach, NC ….

    Flat.

    Is the Lord trying to tell me something?

    7:12 AMYet another tribute from a very dear friend:She is Home! 

    6:32 AMMonday morning update:

    1) Cowabunga dude. Off to the beach for a couple of days. (Thanks to the Megg family for house/farm sitting while I’m gone.) Without a doubt I’m a hopeless romantic — I’m taking along a picture of Becky. Other items I’ll pack in my Woody:

    • my Greek New Testament

    • chapters of my book Seven Marks of a New Testament Church

    • Becky’s autobiography (to edit)

    • DVDs (Gettysburg, North by Northwest, Wives and Daughters)

    • surfboard (designed by yours truly)

    • wetsuit

    • Hound of the Baskervilles

    • frozen pizzas

    • chapter of a student’s doctoral dissertation

    2) Just ordered:What Protestants Need to Know About Roman Catholics. It’s the latest in the Topical Line Drives series from Energion.

    I had the honor of speaking to a group of Catholic students in February at the annualJoseph LaGrange Biblical Conference in DC.  (For a review, gohere.) I lectured on the authorship of Hebrews — the very same lecture I gave at the University of Oxford several years ago. I was a bit surprised at how well received the lecture was in both venues. Looking forward to further interaction with Catholic students in the future.

    3) The India team arrived safely in Bagdogra. Praise God!

    4) Couldn’t resist:

     

    Sunday, November 10

    6:30 PMBecky wanted to have only one simple yellow rose on her casket. I am going to preserve it.

    Isn’t is beautiful? My yellow rose of Texas.

    My how I love her!

    5:28 PMThis just came from our dear brother Oshe in Burji:

    In last week I have been very difficult time to answer many Christians our dear sister Becky. It is difficult to handle the people emotion after they hear about Becky.  Tears running down their and my faces…. Some are spending the whole day with me thinking and remembering about Becky. Especially Shoko, Markos Zarko, and Asefa Beto are passing you greeting and promised to pray for you at this time without stopping.

    A very difficult question all Burji Christins asking me is: we all Christians cannot go to America to see you, but do you have any plan to come to Ethiopia so that Burji Christians can see you face to face to express their feeling ?

    If I could, Oshe, I’d get on the plane tonight! I love you! Papa B

    5:23 PMIndia Team update: They’ve arrived safely in Delhi, praise God! Now a 12-hour layover before flying to Bagdogra. Pray for endurance. I am so excited for them.  

    5:20 PMQuestion: How can our generation reach the world for Christ? Answer: By each of us becoming a global Christian. That’s the thrust of Paul Himes’ latest blog post, and it is a winner:Some Thoughts on Missions. You’ll love his (unique) definition of “missions.” You’ll also appreciate his thoughts about Christian nationalism (which he calls an “idol” — Amen, brother!). Finally, he mentions the blessing that Becky’s Homegoing Celebration last Sunday was to him. My prayer? For several hundred thousand more like Paul with the spiritual sensitivity to hear what the Spirit is saying to the churches. Well done, Paul, well done!

    1:02 PMPray for Nigusse, poor guy. I’m cooking his meals from now on 🙂 Today’s menu? Cream tuna over rice.

    9:38 AMHere’s something pretty cool. I saw it at a friend’s Twitter feed. It’s calledCreate Your Visited States and Provinces Map.

    The key:

    • Green = Places you’ve lived

    • Blue = Places you’ve visited fairly often

    • Brown = Places you’ve been only briefly

    How many states have you been in? I’ve been in 49 (Alaska, I’m on my way). What a great nation we live in!

    9:04 AMJoel Bradsher (elder at Clement Baptist Church) sent along this email. He, along with 5 others, left for India yesterday. I urge all of us to be praying for a fruitful ministry as they come alongside the local church there. Thank you! Dave

    Please pray that we will faithfully instruct the young church in NE India. Pray that we will be resilient in our efforts to encourage and edify our brothers and sisters there. We also desire that the Father forge some partnerships in order that upon our return sister churches will actively engage in supporting the church planting efforts of the Peniel Gospel Team. 

    Missionaries:

    • Joel Bradsher

    • Trey McDuffie 

    • Woody Jacobs 

    • Casey Adams

    • Cristina Adams

    • Billy Vance 

    India schedule:

    Nov. 9th 

    Team meets @ Food Lion on Old Durham Rd. @ 12 pm 

    Team Departs RDU @ 4pm 

    Nov. 11th

    Team arrives in Bagdogra India @ 1:50pm

    Ministering to local churches @ 5pm – until 

    Nov. 12-13

    Meeting with missionaries all day each day- instructing church leaders. 

    Teaching: Various Books of the Bible & Subjects 

    Nov. 14th 

    Visiting Santhal People Group, unreached people group as of last year. The team will be encouraging and edifying the missionary and new believers there.

    Nov. 15th 

    Ministering to Children and young adults @ Peniel Gospel Childrens Missionary Home. The team will be encouraging & edifying the young adults and children through Biblical teaching, singing, and one on one time. 

    Nov. 16th – 17th 

    Serving the local churches & Orphanage at the Bhutan Border. 

    Participating in a Baptismal service for New Converts 

    Teaching in local churches 

    Nov. 18th 

    Traveling to Darjeeling (if possible) to see possibilities of ministry in Tibetan Refugee camps. 

    Nov. 19th. 

    Meet with Peniel Gospel team leaders for ministry evaluation 

    Begin journey back home 

    Thanks for your love for the gospel,

    Joel Bradsher

    8:42 AMHere’s another tribute I missed the other day:Her Deeds Will Follow Her.

    8:14 AMHappy Resurrection Day, folks! I find myself increasingly frustrated with knowing what to blog about these days. I feel that if I keep on talking about Becky I will become just another broken-record-blog. As I’ve been contemplating all this, I’ve been thinking a lot about what the Gospel is, and what the church ought to be in light of that Gospel. At dinner the other night, Joel (who just left for India) and I were talking about the passage he will be focusing on there: Phil. 1:27-30. This is the heart of Philippians, and the reason we know that is because Paul says, “The only thing that matters is….” Now when Paul says “The only thing that matters,” that’s the only thing that matters. “The only thing that matters is that you live as good citizens in a manner worthy of the Gospel.” But what does that mean? Nobody is worthy of the Gospel. Here is how I translated this verse in my essayThe Real Message of Philippians: “The only thing that matters is that you live together as good citizens of heaven in a way that the Gospel of Christ requires” (1:27). Did you see that little word “requires”? This is a far cry from the “normal” Gospel presentation of “You’re a sinner, and all you have to do is accept Jesus and you’ll go to heaven.” That is true, of course, but the Gospel is so much more than that. The gift of eternal life requires involvement in the new community of the Spirit called the church. It requires the sharing of one’s possessions among the community members and giving to anyone in need. The gift of imputed righteousness is incomplete with a new heart and new life in Christ Jesus. So where you see this Gospel at work, you will see churches proclaiming Jesus as Lord and doing irrational works of service in their communities — loving on, wrestling with, even laughing with the homosexuals and atheists and Muslims. Go ahead: Have your three day conference on Reformed theology. Just be sure to follow it up by having each of your famous speakers serve at the local food kitchen for three days as well. What a message that would send.

    The blog world is strange, honestly. It’s mostly talk. There’s very little about doing the Christian life. It doesn’t really matter in the end if anybody ever reads what I have to say. What I write must spill out onto the screen and beyond it to the world. I have nothing of earth-shattering importance to share with you in these pages. The most I can do is point you to the One who will shake your life up big time. Today I am just as petrified as the moment Becky died. But I hear a still small voice telling me not to give up, not to get too comfortable, not to pack it in and retreat from this strange and wonderful and hurtful world in which I am called to live out my Christianity. A bigger heart than mine is seeking to love it through me.

    Well, sorry for the rather protracted rambling, but I get in these moods every so often. It’s hard to know what to say to your web audience when your heart is broken and nothing you do can blunt the searing pain. Given all this, I cannot be too thankful for those who have gone out of their way to love on me and Nigusse. Last night was such an experience as we dined on excellent Ethiopian food at the Queen of Sheba in Chapel Hill with Jon and Matthea and the kids. Underneath the fear and shining through the tears I could see their love so clearly. This is the story of my life right now: crying out to God privately while enjoying others’ company publicly. If you’ve never looked into the eyes of a two-year old who soothingly says, “Papa B,’ then I submit to you that you are missing out on the fullness of life.

    By the way, Friesh, the owner of the Queen of Sheba, was celebrating her 5 year anniversary last night in her current location. Nigu and I got her a dozen roses for the occasion, as well as another bouquet just to say “thank you” for the many times she drove to the farm to visit with Becky. There’s something so wonderful about the Ethiopians we met last night. It defies my best efforts to describe them. Solemn brown eyes peering at you from a face filled with a smile. Calm, dignified, eager to converse. I can’t tell you how many times the restaurant erupted into shouts of laughter. It was a good time, a very good time. Just what the doctor ordered for a man who doesn’t even know what to blog about.

    In case you didn’t know, tomorrow I’m going surfing. It will be the first time I’ve been on my board since I took it to the Outer Banks 15 years ago, when we first moved to the East Coast. Somehow this seems so right. Somehow, when I am at the beach, everything seems okay again. I will think back about all the wonderful times Becky and I went to the beach together in Hawaii, California, even the Mediterranean. Can you smell it? It smells like summer again, like innocence. What more could I ask for?

    I’m glad I have a family that loves me, and I’m even more glad that I have time to spend with them. Because I love them. Very much. Which is why I sit down at the computer and ask God to use these hands to type out these posts.

    Blessings,

    Dave

    Saturday, November 9

    10:46 AMDuring the war, Robert E. Lee’s daughter Annie died. “I cannot express the anguish I feel at the death of sweet Annie,” wrote Lee.

    To know that I shall never see her again on earth, that her place in our circle, which I always hoped one day to enjoy, is forever vacant, is agonizing in the extreme. But God in this, as in all things, has mingled mercy with the blow, in selecting the one best prepared to leave us. May you be able to join me in saying, “His will be done.”

    I have found this to be very true today, this difficult day. God always mingles mercy with the blow. That’s just His character. Memory brings into sharp focus a woman whom I loved with all my heart. It has been faith that has sustained me through her loss — faith in the God of the Bible, faith in the God of the living and the dead. God is not small enough to be understood but He is big enough to be praised.

    So here I offer my praise to Thee, Oh God. What ever will I do without Becky? Thou knowest. I take all that is precious to me and offer it with open hands, surrendering it, laying it down in dust. I love you, Lord. Thy will be done.

    9:33 AMNewsflash! The publisher of Becky’s book has moved the publication up from April to January. I couldn’t be more pleased. I will write the preface, and Kevin Brown has graciously agreed to write the foreword. The book will include color photos. Isn’t God good? Becky is still having an influence!

    7:20 AMGood morning, cyber friends! Exactly one week ago, a 60-year old woman took her last breath. With all her heart she had determined to please the One who called her into service as a foot soldier in the kingdom. She accepted her duties without complaint. She was awed by her responsibilities. I was privileged to have known her for 40 years, 37 of them as my wife. Her commitment to the Gospel was unconditional and unsurpassed.

    A week later, it’s time to take stock. What has this time been like? What has made me recoil, laugh, cry? If you don’t mind, I think I’ll sit here and take stock.

    1) Intellectually, I’m reconciled to the fact that Becky is gone. She is safe in the arms of Jesus, enjoying perfect peace and joy. Emotionally, I’m still a basket case. Life would be terrifying were it not for a truth that keeps hounding me: I know it is not for nothing. I’m on a pilgrim road that winds upward to the very end, and if I look, really look, I can see the Unseen, and that is enough. The same Jesus who “upholds all things by His powerful Word” (Heb. 1:3) is the same One who is somehow holding me together, and not only me but my sons and daughters. We can’t do this by ourselves. But He can do it, and He will do it through us.

    2) What decisions one has to make! Here again, I have never traveled this road before. Even with the advice of others, these decisions are mine to make and mine alone. When do I take off my wedding ring? I never imagined in a million years that I’d ever have to ask myself that question. How would you answer it? The other day, a good friend heard me talking about my dilemma and gave me the best advice I think I’ve ever received: You will take it off whenever you are good and ready to take it off. Enough said about decision-making!

    3) It’s easy to look back and oversimplify your life and marriage. You tend to forget the bad and remember only the good. And that is a very healthy thing. The problem is that others may be tempted to put you on some kind of a pedestal. The fact of the matter is: “Those who marry will have worldly troubles.” Thus says Paul in 1 Corinthians 7. I love Jill and Stuart Briscoe. Jill once said that she and her husband were incompatible. Her point was a simple one: All of us are incompatible in one way or another. Love has a huge price tag. That Becky and I were willing to pay that price is not the result of anything good in us. The man who chooses to divorce his wife (“I just don’t love her any more”) actually chooses the harder way. Things get tough so you just bug out. Folks, I took a vow to cleave to Becky in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do us part. She did the same. I do not, I admit, know what you may be going through in your marriage. But I do know One who knows it — all of it — and I know that it is always possible to do what He tells us to do. Husband friend, love your wife. In marriage we’re daily trying to do our lessons in the school of faith and obedience. Please, before dumping her, send me an email. Sticking with it is worth it, every minute of it.

    4) I have leaned upon the Psalms as never before. To hear King David wail about his loneliness is strangely comforting. When words fail me, the Psalms speak for me. Praise, adoration, complaint, anguish — it’s all there. I cannot stand stillness. (I like to be active.) Yet I need it. The greatest authors are those who have learned how to be quiet and allow another Voice to speak to them. They are willing to shut their mouths, think, and pray over what they are writing. What it comes down to, with regard to contemplation, is we need to cook our own meals rather than eat at MacDonald’s every day. Becky’s death has forced me into the Word as never before. What a huge blessing.

    5) I am not alone. First off, there are the dogs. Have you ever noticed how animals live — one day at a time, trustfully? Neither Sheba nor Dayda ever worry about the morrow. They look to me, and that is enough. Likewise, in a thoroughly dog-like way, I can entrust my life to my Master. After all, did not the animals (and angels) come and minister to Him? Secondly, there are friends, and boy have they been inventive. My social calendar has never been fuller. Just last night the Johnsons invited Nigusse and me to dinner at their newly-remodeled home in Roxboro. Along with the Bradsher clan we feasted on steaks and the most delicious salad concoction I’ve ever had.

    Tonight we are enjoying Ethiopian food with the Glasses. Next week at Atlantic Beach the Kevin Brown clan has invited me to dinner (they just “happened” to be vacationing at the same beach). Christ knew I would need company, and lots of it. No one deserves the love of others less than I do. No one can be more grateful than I for it, to whom so much has been forgiven.

    So there you have it, folks. At exactly 6:52 this morning I knelt on the exact spot where Becky’s spirit ascended into Heaven and I prayed and wept and rejoiced in the faithfulness of God. In that very moment one week ago, Becky and I knew ourselves to be guilty, naked, and powerless. There was nothing to do but to cast ourselves on God’s mercy, and mercy met us. Today I have a choice to make. I can draw about myself a cloak of self-pity, or I can turn my loneliness into solitude, and my solitude into prayer. The heart that trusts its Lover has no worries. Its emptiness is filled with the love of God, and there is peace.

    Friday, November 8

    10:02 AMVery grateful to all who posted about Becky’s Homecoming. God bless you.

    Home to glory: Craig Bennett

    The Truck or the Shadow: Kevin Brown

    Becky Black: Jacob Cerone

    MamaB, Blameless With Great Joy: Thomas Hudgins

    Homegoing Message For MamaB: Thomas Hudgins

    Journey Well, Becky Black: Robert Martin

    Vale Becky Black: Mark Stevens

    Becky Black: Brother Geoff

    Becky Lynn Passed Away This Morning: Alan Knox

    9:50 AMWhile we were burying Becky, a very good friend of mine was burying his father. The text of his graveside sermon was Ecclesiastes 7:3-4.

    Sorrow is better than laughter because, in spite of a sad face, the heart can be joyful. The minds of wise people think about funerals, but the minds of fools think about banquets.

    I watched his YouTube. It was a powerful reminder to me thatgraveside services matter. They are reminders that we will all die one day. Yet at the very same time they are celebrations.

    They are a visible sign of the invisible reality that one day there will be a resurrection. We can say our goodbyes and resign our loved one to the grave in the confidence that one day we will see each other again.

    Becky and I planned together every detail of her Celebration Service and her Graveside Service. We had time to discuss these matters together before she went to Heaven. It was perhaps the last “trip” we planned together. Let’s be honest. It’s not easy for a family to plan for someone’s death. But I appeal to you: plan now for these things. At least write down the fact that you desire to have a funeral or a memorial service or a graveside service or whatever. Do not leave these decisions to others. Rituals have their place. Death is terrifying, yes, but it is not the last word.

    Last weekend (was it only last weekend?) Becky finished her journey. She beheld the Celestial City, the Face of Faces. She beheld Him. She became like Him. And that is cause for great celebration.

    9:43 AMMy thanks to Thomas and Lesly Hudgins for hosting me in DC this week. What a great (and Great-Commission-minded) couple you are. You blessed my socks off. What a beautiful home you have. Gracias, mis amigos.

    7:56 AMGood morning, dear friends. I just shared the following letter with my daughters. If you are experiencing grief today, perhaps it will be of some help. Love you! Dave

    This morning one of you wrote to me, asking me how you should grieve over the loss of your mother. You find yourself sobbing whenever you try to talk to your friends about her. You feel lost and alone. So do I. That’s one reason I haven’t called you. If I did, it would be nothing but one long sob fest, I can assure you. The only thing I can say to you is: There is no script. Nobody can tell us what to do. We’re “muddled.” Humbled, loving, caring, sensible – but muddled nevertheless. Yes, we know Who to turn to. We know this cognitively. He is the one who bore our weaknesses – all sin, all grief, all sorrow, all disease – because of His great love for each of us. The world’s “solution” to our plight is Go through the stages of grief. What a plan! It’s all figured out! I wish it were that easy. Mom’s loss was like a kick in the stomach. I’m still reeling. Science is at best still only a science. And while we thank God for every source of advice about how to grieve, it is another thing to give it first place. There is no one-size-fits-all solution to our plight. Each of us must walk our own way, travel our own journey.

    Right now we are trying to reestablish our relationship as father and daughter. It’s not going to be easy. We have lost the equilibrium that mom was to us. It will take grace for us to get along on a day-to-day and year-to-year basis. Peter (who was married) reminds us that husband and wife are “heirs together of the grace of life.” That’s what we are now – you and me, my daughters – heirs together of grace. God knows our frame, knows that we are nothing but dust, that we need tons of grace in our relationship right now. This same God is willing to supply all the grace we need if we will ask Him. So perhaps we can all start there. God, please give us your grace. Allow us to give each other the distance we need right now. Allow us to overlook any slights and misunderstandings that may occur. Lord, we can’t do any of this without your grace.

    Love is no pleasing sentiment but a fiery coal: the fire will have to burn deeply before we are healed. I do not, I admit, know what you should do. I can only tell you what I am trying to do. Do you remember John 21:3? The theme is: “Jesus is gone; let’s go fishing!” Any inkling you have that you should do something, do it. Peter felt discouraged and defeated yet he didn’t throw his hands in the air and give up. He did something he loved doing.

    I am finding this to be true. In the past two days the Lord opened a door for me to do what I do best: teach and instruct others in the way of the kingdom. I didn’t ask for this door to be opened; it was a provision of His grace, pure and simple. As I spoke in Thomas’s class and as I led the faculty at CBS in a devotional, I felt restored, rejuvenated. I felt God begin moving me away from the edge of the precipice and the abyss of self-pity. I am a teacher. I needed to teach. What are you? Do it, if you can.

    Remember too that others are longing to enter into our suffering with us insofar as it is possible. Accept their invitations to dinner, their offers to spend some time at their homes. As you know, next week I am taking a couple of days at a friend’s beach house on the Atlantic. I spent about 25 years of my life surfing waves large and small. Once again I will take my board, don a wetsuit, and make a glorious fool of myself – but that’s the way I go “fishing.”

    Let me also say that I am here for you. If you call, I will answer, and we will weep together and love together and commiserate together and rejoice together. We may do nothing but moan and groan together. You are discovering, I’m sure, that dad is not better than the rest of humanity, not purer, nobler, higher. Alas, that’s why I blog. Somehow it’s easier for me to handle the pressures if I sit myself down, shut myself up, and just think. Then carefully put things down on paper (and on the net). When I cannot fathom Becky’s suffering or the “waste” of her life, I know that God understands perfectly. I’m no theologian, but I do realize that much of this has to do with a great principle of Scripture: loss can be the route to gain; through suffering we are conformed to the image of Christ.

    For four years we were witnesses to a great drama that was unfolding before our very eyes. The people in this drama were followers of Jesus, people greatly loved by God. We were pulled into a maelstrom of pain and sorrow – into the Sea of the Divine Will. He entrusted us with unfathomables. We faithfully endured the test then, and we shall faithfully endure the test now. Right now you are seeking some place in God’s world where you can find solace. There is no such place. Only He can be your solace. But if He tells you to go fishing, then you had better get your tackle together.

    Know that I love each of you very much. You are each a unique creation of God. Each of you is a great encouragement and blessing to me, your “father.” I will love you forever. You stood by mom to the very end. Now, by God’s grace, we must stand with each other until He calls us home.

    Dad

    Thursday, November 7

    7:06 PMHey folks! Today I was honored to speak to the faculty of Capital Seminary and Graduate School in DC.

    I just loved the warmth and humility of these people. It appeared to me that my talk was well-received, which is, of course, not to say that everybody agreed with me! I spoke from 1 Cor. 7:29 and 9:5, where Paul says, “Because the time is so short until Jesus comes back, you married folk should live as though you’re not married” and “Don’t we apostles have the right to take a sister-wife with us on our missionary journeys?” My point? Jesus keeps calling all of us to prioritize the Gospel, whether we are single or married! Missionary statesman Gorger Verwer once said that most American Christians are only “playing soldier.” I am convinced that this can be true even among those of us who teach in a seminary. We must stop outsourcing missions to professionals. I am a missionary and you are a missionary. A missionary is anybody Jesus sends to establish a Christian witness, even if it’s only with the janitor of the building you’re renting in DC. Unless we abandon the Bible-centricity implied in our seminaries and get out into the world where Jesus is sending us, we will never reach the lost for Christ. I hope something I said may have rekindled the passion for global evangelism among these precious scholars. I want to thank my friend and colleague Gary Bredfeldt, the CBS dean, for his gracious invitation to speak to his faculty today.

    Gary also teaches at Southeastern and thus wears two gigantic hats! Last night I had yet another honor, that of addressing Thomas Hudgins’ Greek class in DC. I showed our Ethiopia slides and then fielded questions.

    As I spoke I felt the power of God envelop me. I felt like a zero, a zero that God still wanted to use. I had a blast sharing my life story with these guys!

    At the end of class, the students crowded around me to pray for an anointing of power upon my ministry as a single man.

    It was marvelous! Finally, here’s a photo of the sunset we witnessed last night as we drove to campus from the Hudgins’ town home.

    For me, life is a bit like that sunset. Life has begun a new chapter, one without Becky. God is teaching me to find my satisfaction in Him. If His lordship is really established over me, it does not matter how easy or difficult my life is. He bore my griefs and carried my sorrows. It is He who is healing my broken spirit and binding up my wounds. And one huge way He does that is through you. When I arrived back at the farm I was surprised that the mailbox was packed. Are people still sending Becky cards? I asked myself. It never occurred to me that you all would send me sympathy cards. But you have, and by the dozens. I have read each one of them, twice over. My inbox, likewise, is filled with love. When Becky was alive, I longed to enter into her sufferings insofar as that was possible. Now I see that you are doing the same thing with me. In fact, I have so many offers for dinner that I feel like a shark in a fish tank that everyone is poking and prodding just to make sure he’s still moving and that water is still passing through his gills. Yes, folks, I’m still alive!

    All I can say is this. If you could have slipped into our bedroom last Saturday morning and held Becky’s hand, you would have been grateful at what you witnessed. Grateful for the way she died, but mostly grateful for the way she lived. I too am grateful, but not always. Sometimes I slip (again!) into self-pity. Time and again I am confronted by the sinfulness of my own heart and how much dross there is in me that God still has to purify. Even though I have a doctorate in theology, I still struggle to obey the simplest teachings of Scripture. How excruciating it is for me to submit to Him who never permits the least form of self-centeredness. God knows that what I need right now is not simply more theology but more sanctification, purifying. Are you not finding that to be true also? Is He not proving His Word to be true in your lives? Is He not challenging you, in new and unexpected ways, to let go of what the world calls security and find your only safety in Him? Life has to go on. There are classes to teach and books to write and guest lectures to give and young men to mentor and a world to change. My cry to the faculty this morning, and to the body of Christ, is to turn back to the true Gospel, that cruciform, radical, scandalous Calvary-love that each of us has experienced. And I am asking that this revival start in my own life. Can’t we all take a deep breath and start being honest with ourselves? Are we really completely sold out to Jesus? I want to “see” God, to know Him. I want to offer myself unreservedly into His hands. Day after day I cry out to Him and seek His face. That’s my heart. And that’s why emails like the following one mean so much to me:

    I pray your ministry will become more focused and fruitful as you concentrate your efforts over the next several months.  I know Mrs. Becky would want you to carry on and carry out your work and God’s Word for encouragement to fellow believers and those who are lost.  I pray He will walk with you in your time of sadness and you will lean on Him and cry to Him just as David cried to Him openly and honestly.  I pray you will be blessed with the peace that passes understanding in the times you need it the most.  I pray that you would allow others to minister to you and not become isolated in your grief.  I thank our God for your lives and how many, many you two touched while He gave breath and life.  Though Mrs. Becky has entered her rest, our race is still before us and we must stand firm and push on towards the prize He has set before us.  We are left here to continue the fight and we are also here to run and fight with you.

    Folks, the time is short. We are indeed to “continue the fight.” You who are married should live as though you are not. Yes, enjoy the wife of your youth, but don’t idolize your marriage, and don’t place a higher value on it than you should. Whether single or married, serve the Lord with gladness, with all your might. “Wherever you are,” said Jim Elliott, “be all there, and live to the hilt whatever you are convinced is the will of God for your life.”

    A final program note: I’m heading to Atlantic Beach for a couple of days next week, and yes, I’m taking my surfboard. The surf report calls for 1-2 feet swells. I’m a bit bummed by this, but that’s not the main reason I’m going anyway. Have you done something just for yourself lately? Folks, stay awake to the weirdness and wonder of this quickly passing adventure we call life!

    Love ya!

    Dave

    Wednesday, November 6

    6:25 AM“A Hand to Soothe His Forehead.” Such is the title of a chapter in Roger Steer’s wonderful book J. Hudson Taylor: A Man in Christ. The chapter describes his engagement to his dear Maria. The two of them have just slipped away into a private room. They sit on a sofa; he places his arm around her and takes her hand. Later he recorded his impressions:

    She gave me a sweet kiss that would alone have paid for a dozen… this has done me more good than half a dozen bottles of quinine, port wine, or any other strengthening medicine could have done …. She is a dear, noble, disinterested, devoted girl, and now I admire all she has passed through. I love her more and admire her more than ever.

    After their honeymoon, Hudson wrote:

    Oh, to be married to the one youdo love, and love most tenderly! This is bliss beyond the power of words to express or imagination to conceive…. And every day as it shows more of the mind of your Beloved, when you have such a treasure as mine, makes you only more proud, more happy, more humbly thankful to the Giver of all good for this best of all earthly gifts.

    The week of our honeymoon in Hawaii, I discovered the joy and pleasure of a woman’s love. From that moment on we were like iron sharpening iron. I realize that no worship of God on this earth could be more significant than two lives being joined together seeking to do His will, seeking to die to themselves and serve others. This is what a good marriage is all about. Modeling Christ and the church — this is the one essential truth it seeks to embody, explore, and exploit to the fullest. When a marriage looses this outward focus, when love for its own sake become central, then it dies. Marriage is the greatest and most persistent reminder that we do not live for ourselves. Our job is to be peopling heaven with those whom He loves.

    I tell you all this because I realized something very important this morning. The task of loving others, of living for the kingdom, of serving and sacrificing as Becky and I did for so many years together — this task can continue, unabated, unstoppably, inexorably, if I allow it to. I must wait on God and simply trust Him to use my single life to glorify Him. This morning I woke up early again and realized: I am not alone. I have had such a sense of the presence of God with me as never before, and such desire to pray as never before. If I may say so, I think I do love Him more than ever and have a deeper yearning to serve Him than at any other time in my life.

    Yesterday my assistant and I mapped out the remaining months of my sabbatical. There are 5 book projects we must complete and, by God’s grace, will complete. The first, of course, is publishing Becky’s life story. If the cross will not get more comfortable, then perhaps the fruit it bears will be sweeter. In addition to my publications, I have jump-started my travels. In the next few weeks I have added to my calendar: Trip to DC to visit the Lee Memorial in Arlington with some friends … dinners with church members … a trip to Atlantic Beach with my surfboard … teaching again in Asia (with a stopover in Hawaii on the way there). I must learn to open Bradford Hall to guests again. Maple Ridge stands ready for use. I desire to keep busy but not frenetically so.

    And how am I? The swells are gigantic. Wave after wave of emotion pass over me. I have never gone through such a distressful period. But for the knowledge that God is with me I should have fainted. The Lord brings dozens of encouraging emails to me each day, and I trust Him to show me how to answer them. I warn you, though: should you ask me about Becky, I will probably break down in sobs. The Gardener came and plucked a rose, and I will never see it again this side of glory. She was more precious than rubies to me. How I miss her sweet voice in the morning. It is impossible to accept that I will never again look into those sparking blue eyes. There is nothing to do but to offer myself on the altar of service to Christ — and to get some much needed rest.

    Family: I am terribly sorry. I am not very good at encouraging you right now. The minute I try to write to you the thought of her death comes anew like a throb of agony. But I love you. I do love you. Only God knows what my dear wife meant to each one of you. He knows that she was the joy of your heart. You feel alone, yet — am I not right? — God is nearer to you than ever before. God took her home, and in His love He took her painlessly. And now we must suffer and toil on.

    To all of my DBO readers: I love you. Your emails have been an encouragement to me in my difficulties. I have often thought that God has humbled me, has made me little, in order to show what a great God He is. Too much of our lives, our possessions, are not His. We obey Him provided it does not involve too great a sacrifice. Becky made her decision: Christ had commanded His followers to carry the Good News to every creature. She would obey it. Will we?

    Rejoicing in hope,

    Dave

    Tuesday, November 5

    6:22 PMTonight Nigu is on campus so I am here alone — with the dogs, of course. I plan on reading Sherlock Holmes (The Hound of the Baskervilles) tonight and listen to Brahm’s great German Requiem. In the meantime, please enjoy this wonderful hymn of the faith: For All the Saints. Here’s my favorite stanza (think of our Becky!):

    O blest communion, fellowship divine!
    We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
    yet all are one in thee, for all are thine.
    Alleluia, Alleluia!

     

    6:10 PMBecky’s mother (Mrs. Betty Lapsley) just sent along these beautiful thoughts about her eldest daughter. Thank you, mom! 

    Seeing God Fulfill His Dream!

    As I looked upon my precious daughter breathing her last little breaths, I realized how God had brought to reality His dream in Becky’s life.  Yes, we dedicated her to Him as soon as we know this tiny babe was growing in my womb.  Brad, my husband, and I were headed for Africa as missionaries (which was a fulfillment of our dreams) — and now there would be three of us!!

    Children have a way of crossing over the wall of foreign cultures and languages.  So Becky, with her big blue eyes and soft blonde hair did just that for us in our early months in Ethiopia.  Little did we know that God was planting a huge love for the Ethiopians in Becky’s heart.  God’s desire for her started with that love.  While Brad and I taught in ”down-country schools” and raised our family, Becky learned to care for her five young siblings.  She was indispensable to me.  Yet even then God was preparing her for a lifetime of loving and caring for other children and their moms.

    After ten years, when my poor health brought us home to Dallas, Becky’s love for Ethiopia caused her to set her sites on becoming a nurse…so she could return to Ethiopia.  However, in  College, God in His wisdom connected Becky and Dave Black in marriage.  She developed her skills as a nurse, raised two sons, and helped Dave pursue his theological studies during their early years of marriage.  God used this time to teach her so many important life lessons.

    Then Dave was called to teach Greek at the Southeastern Baptist Seminary and God started re-awakening in Becky’s heart her deep desire to touch the people of Ethiopia for Christ!  Dave and Becky visited her childhood haunts and Dave’s heart was also touched for Ethiopia.  WOW!!  God had a dynamic duo to accomplish  His dream of reaching Ethiopians!  Together they took teams to the “Land of dark faces” so many, many people could be helped and shown God’s love!  Also through this endeavor many churches in America were shown Ethiopia’s need … and other Christians reached out to serve God.

    Now, my little girl’s life makes complete sense!  And my heart is rejoicing in a loving God who knows the finest way to make a dream come true!

    Betty Lapsley

    3:48 PMThankful for this wise advice: 

    Please continue to be yourself through this grieving time … and it is my opinion that there are no stages of grief … the very word stages implies a recovery of sorts, and there really is no recovery, only a fresh perspective given by seeing God’s help and sensing His comfort. You will always miss Becky.  You will never, ever “get over it.” Through it, yes, over it, never. 

    3:28 PMTook Nigu to campus today and then had lunch with my assistant to thank him for all he does for me. Thought about Becky the whole time (but don’t tell him). The other day someone asked me what it was like to be married to Becky. “To me, Becky was …” I stammered, unable to describe the story of our life together. William Lane once said, “When God gives a gift, He wraps it in a person.” Marriage must be lived out to be properly understood. A marriage is organic; it flexes and grows. It is a life, not a dogma to be explained. It is truth, fleshed out and alive. What a gift Becky was to me and to so many others. Not simply because of who she was but most especially because of whose she was.

    The first thing I noticed about Becky in that cafeteria line 40 years ago was her walk — quiet, graceful, elegant. When she stopped in line behind me, in that very instant I knew she was special. Behind her glasses flashed those beautiful blue eyes. One ear, I noticed, stuck out more than the other.Cute, I said to myself. We met, and the rest was history as they say.

    It is impossible to estimate the significance of that first encounter. Two lives intersected in a “chance” encounter, as if the meeting had been preordained. (It was.) Becky would introduce me to the Truth in ways I never thought possible. That Truth set us free, free from the shackles of the Churchianity we both had been living. With Becky’s help, I became alive to how good God is, and how much He loves the nations. After all, that’s one of the tasks of a spouse: to wake us up to what Reality is and to encourage us to take our eyes off of ourselves and the “good life” of the American Dream. Through those bright blue eyes I could see it all for myself. I discovered the joy of close friendship with my newly-found partner in the Gospel. We began to be gripped by the apostle Paul and his vision of self-supporting missions. Bec was particularly gifted at seeing the future, at envisioning the ministries God would eventually call us to. Struggling with godly manhood, I was eager to learn from her. I felt honored that God had given me such a special gift. It was as if God had created my ears just to hear His voice through hers.

    Middle age came before either us realized it. Then the cancer struck with all its fury. We did the best we could to understand the monster that was ravaging her body. In reality, it was worse than we had imagined. It is more important to say “I trust You” to God than to say “I love You.” Becky knew this, and that’s why we decided from the very first day to be transparent about our cancer journey. We began publishing her essays on the subject, the final one of which was calledRunning to Home Base. As I look back on Becky’s life and ministry, I am reminded of the three phases in Jesus’ pattern of discipleship. In Mark 3:13-15, the disciples are first of all called to be with Jesus. Then in Mark 6:12-13, they are commissioned and sent out. Finally, in Mark 6:30-31 they return to Jesus and report to Him all they had seen and heard. It was only after they had done His work that He said to them, “Come with Me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest” (Mark 6:31). Becky used this verse for our retreat ministry at the farm. I never imagined it would describe perfectly her own going from death to her eternal Rest.

    Becky always felt it was important to be well-prepared for our mission trips to Ethiopia. She knew we would confront the demonic in direct ways. After all, she was a TCK — a Third Culture Kid. She grew up witnessing the impact of demonic activity firsthand. In her final days she was assaulted directly by the Evil One. In her heart she knew that Jesus alone had the power to get her into heaven. Being His “soul-friend,” she finally was able to rest in His arms, the One who considered it a joy to endure the pain required in order that the two of them could walk together as friends. As far as I know, that was the only time Becky ever doubted her salvation. She knew better than anyone else her own failures. But she also knew that Jesus was her Friend, and that friends always love and always forgive.

    As I sought to listen to her, I sought also to listen to God. What was He trying to teach me? I recall the story that Eberhard Bethge, Bonhoeffer’s biographer, tells about their days in an underground seminary in Germany. When the young men became distracted during their two-hour long silent prayer meetings, Bonhoeffer would tell them not to fight the distractions but instead to “Follow your mind wherever it goes. Follow your thoughts until they stop, and then wherever they stop, make that person or problem a matter for prayer.” During the past few months, Becky and I learned to listen to God. He desires to be with us. He wants to fill our emptiness with His presence. And that’s exactly what He’s done with our Becky. She understood where she was going when she died. God calls each of us to take this step of faith, to become totally and completely dependent upon Him and His promises. This is the kind of childlike faith that made Becky a woman of God. She knew that this old world is not all there is, that one day she would stand before her Judge and receive her reward. In the death of a Christian, God’s love is expressed in sharpest detail.

    On Saturday, November 2, Becky lost her battle with cancer. Or did she? Jesus always referred to death as “sleep,” a state from which we will be awakened by Him. Becky was created not only to perform the good works for which she is justly famous, but for more, for something infinitely better, for eternal life. And now, what she has left unfinished, we must complete. Becky’s magnum opus, her “big one,” was nothing she did on the mission field. It was her simple, childlike trust in One who is the Magnus Salvator, the Great Savior of the world. “Be faithful to Him, Dave,” she would often tell me. “Be faithful.” “Yes, honey, I will.”

    Last Saturday morning Jesus said to Becky, “Come with Me and rest.” Her faithful duties were over. As she breathed her last, I had the sense that I was escorting a fallen warrior off the battlefield.

    She had fought the fight, and had won. 

    5:14 AMThank you for these words, Craig.

    It’s ok to be confused – you’re not God and God isn’t confused. 
    It’s ok to be angry – God was so angry about sin and death, he suffered it himself. 
    It’s ok to feel lonely – death is a terribly isolating experience which has shattered the unity of two people who had become one. 
    It’s ok to be perplexed – after all, even the Apostle Paul was perplexed at times and he was the Apostle Paul. 
    It’s ok to feel shattered – after all, you have gone through a life changing shattering experience. 

    It’s ok to be Dave Black – after all, you can only be the man who God has been perfecting from his orneriness and will continue to perfect from his orneriness into the glorious future.

    It’s ok to want to fill the void with work, after all God has given you work to do. 

    It’s ok to fall into a screaming, yelling, crying, shouting, yelping mess – after all God has created us to grieve that which he never originally created us to suffer and Scripture does say there is a time to cry…

    Dave. It’s ok for you to be who you are: Even when you possibly think you no longer know who you are… for God knows who you are and knows who you will be. 

    4:38 AMIt’s early morning. There is a fog of silence upon the heaths and hills of the farm. I awoke and gave thanks for the rest God gave me, for my family and friends, for work to do today. I read that great first chapter of 2 Corinthians about comfort. It is a reminder that the God of all comfort does not hide His eyes from the groanings of a freshly-minted widower. “God has no problems,” wrote Corrie ten Boom, “only plans.” I’m thankful for Kim, who cleaned my bedroom yesterday. I can’t bring myself to sleep in it yet, though. I have often thought of that horrific trash heap Job sat on, scratching and shrieking. Can we watch him suffer and not cry along with him? I suffer because I am human, and we suffer together because we are members of the same body. Through His Word, and through your words, the Lord has made His face to shine upon me this morning and has given me peace. He is gradually bringing the sunshine back into the house. If ever a woman accepted change it was Becky. Hers was a positive and active acceptance of everything God gave her. She lived for others, no matter what her own circumstances were. Thanks be to God. Shall I not follow her example? All right, Dave. Let’s try it again. Love means sacrifice. Sacrifice means death. I really do believe you can do it with My help. Want to try it again today? Acceptance of change is not possible without a deep and abiding belief in the sovereign love of God. Will I accept His will for my life? Or will I grumble, gripe, and complain? Ingratitude in the midst of change is nothing less than rebellion against God.

    One day Becky and I were lying in bed when an earthquake shook our California home. Without hesitation we grabbed each other, intent on protecting the other person. Today I cannot bring myself to sleep on that same bed. What will happen when disaster strikes? Who will I hold on to? I am not a husband any more. Singleness? That’s for Catholic priests. I have a right to feel sorry for myself. It is a terrifying thing to feel alone, to feel isolated without a bedmate. You are not a couple any longer but a fifth wheel. It is not your fault yet you keep blaming yourself. Wasn’t there more I could do? Why didn’t I get the cancer instead of Becky? But this will not work. The things that break our hearts are not just gifts from God. They are the gift of Himself. You can’t ever truly be alone as a Christian. Nothing in that dark bedroom is mysterious to Him.

    My life is anything but a good example of walking by faith. Occasionally I get a glimpse of how deep His love is for me. Sometimes the sense of His presence is overwhelming. But not always. It is immensely comforting to know that even the Psalmists complained about loneliness. Long before dawn this morning, I am called to get my bearings before entering the day. I have found that the only reliable compass is the Word of God, even when it reproves me, even when it drags me to the bottom and makes my gasp for breath.

    Have you met with God yet today? Have you thought of thanking Him for a new day? Have you asked Him to give you the strength and courage to enter that room you are afraid even to think about? The Word cuts and cleanses. It creates hope and courage.

    Without it, what would we ever do?

    Monday, November 4

    5:56 PMWell, it’s time to put on my Augustine hat. Yes, I have a confession to make. Are you ready?

    It’s been quite a day today. It’s been like riding a 25-footer at Sunset Beach: Scared to death. I thought last Saturday was rough. I thought watching Becky die was tough. That was nothing compared to today. C. S. Lewis once said, “There is no square inch of this world which isn’t claimed by God [so far, so good] and counter-claimed by Satan [ugh — now why did you have to go and add that, Jack?].” My world right now is a gigantic minefield. I take a step here and there, absolutely terrified I’m going to step on a bomb. I’m in a battle between good and evil, big time. I had no idea that the infamous “day after” would be so crazy. Up until today my life was non-stop people. Family members flew or drove in, the house was a beehive of activity, and I was surrounded by love and affection. Today everything changed. Everything went back to “normal,” and the house is now deadly quiet. Yesterday I was up at 4:00 am thinking about Becky. Last night I slept not a wink for the same reason. The result is utter exhaustion — and a huge dose of self-pity. I am lingering on negative thoughts, and I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit.

    Rather than giving grace, this morning I became upset and bitter. Yes, the same Dave who told everyone to “Rejoice!” is the Dave who lost it. Where is everyone today? I expected someone — anyone — to be here cleaning out my bedroom. That was my perception. My guess is that my family and friends were having difficulty deciding whether or not to come and see me. “Does he need me there, or does he want privacy?” Truth is, they need as much encouragement, comfort, and strength as I do. It’s okay for us to process Becky’s death differently. We don’t have to follow tradition. We don’t have to do what everyone expects us to do. Each of us has to grieve in our own way. Should I try to make you feel guilty because you didn’t do this or you didn’t do that, don’t. The one thing we must not do is let our relationships drift apart now that the ceremonies are over. Let’s not let funerals be the only thing that unite us. Let’s continue to be there for each other. There you go again, Dave: Preaching what you don’t practice. But I mean it. I really mean it. That’s my heart, folks.

    To my family I say: “I love you. I know you love me. I’ll try and do a better job of communicating to you what I need. I know we’re all stumbling along. Let’s just stumble along together.”

    And to the Lord I say: “Please, give me some sleep tonight!”

    10:30 AMUpdate: I asked one of my elders to meet me for lunch today in South Boston … getting a haircut and shave while in town … going to the bank to report Becky’s death … calling the Social Security Administration to cancel her disability payments … having the hospital bed and oxygen removed from our bedroom. I also had on my list “clean bedroom” but I can’t bring myself to go into it yet. My emotions are like a roller coaster. So much to do, so little help. Just sent an SOS to one of my daughters.

    8:26 AMPastor and brother Kevin Brown (Ethiopia vet and one of my closest friends) reflects onBecky’s graveside service. Never has Kevin wielded a more powerful pen. Thank you, Sir, for driving 4 hours to be with us last night with your beautiful family. I am so honored and blessed.

    8:08 AMIn the coming days I’ll be blogging about what it’s like to adjust to life without Becky, about what it’s like to find your land legs after being out on the stormy waters for so long. But I just want to say here and now what SEBTS has meant to me, and how much I appreciate all of my colleagues and friends who attended yesterday’s service on campus, who took the time to celebrate Becky’s life with me, from our Provost Bruce Ashford (pictured here giving the opening prayer) to staff members to students whom I persecuted in Greek class.

    I miss the people and place I should be surrounded with, this home I call Southeastern. Thank you, all of you, for reaching out to your grieving colleague with words and letters and touches of affection. I love all of you.

    7:46 AMFrom an email I just received:

    Our sister is home now and we are left in the land of the flesh to carry on the work of the Kingdom. 

    Amen. He added, “Stay not too long alone.” Good advice, Mark, and I shall try to heed it.

    7:10 AMThe Celebration Service yesterday on campus affected me deeply. I took away several things:

    1) I am infinitely more fragile and helpless than even I think I am sometimes. As I watched the video of Becky’s life, I was a basket case. I longed to see her again in this life, to have her slip into my arms for a few minutes in one last embrace. But that was denied. My lover was dead. And I grieved.

    2) Grieving is okay. Super-okay. When Moses died, the Israelites grieved for 30 days. When Stephen was martyred, “devout men buried Stephen and made great lamentation over him.” It is right and proper that we should grieve, as long as we recognize that, since life is Christ, death is ultimately nothing but gain.

    3) Express your grief in full. I’m not in the least ashamed of my tears, because it is the Lord Himself who called me to experience the loss of Becky Lynn. Groaning, simply because its human, makes me a real man.

    4) Focus on the future. Bec and I are separated only for a short while. All He is asking of me just now is the willingness to accept the relatively small and temporal discipline of loneliness.

    5) Don’t forget the present. You heard it said over and over again yesterday: Becky’s commitment to obedience was unconditional. She welcomed life with both hands, renounced all rights for His sake, and found her significance in serving Him by serving others. It seemed that the harder the obstacles, the greater her determination to be a vessel used of Him. Christ’s own radical diminishments — including His suffering and death — accomplished great things, including our eternal salvation. What that means is that nothing — absolutely nothing — is useless in the down-to-earth lifestyle to which Christianity calls each one of us.

    6) Rejoice! “I will extol the Lord at all times,” wrote the Psalmist. “His praise will always be on my lips. I will glory in the Lord. Let the afflicted hear and rejoice” (Psalm 34). Adds Paul (Rom. 5:3-5): “We can be full of joy here and now, even in our trials and troubles. These very things will give us patient endurance; this in turn will develop a mature character, and a character of this sort produces a steady hope, a hope that will never disappoint us.” Loss carries with it a particular kind of blessing. Becky’s death is what Lewis might have called a severe mercy. It means to strengthen and purify. So rejoice!

    7) Love God first. Becky found her fulfillment and joy in Christ, not in her marriage. If we love our spouses or families more than we love God, we are guilty of idolatry. God’s pleasure is in those who fear Him. Is He not my true Love? If so, He will see that I make it through this lonesome valley. “The Lord gives a new heart to the humble” (Psalm 147:6). “All things that happen to us fit into a pattern for good” (Rom. 8:28). When a man or a woman, a boy or girl, accepts loss for Christ’s sake, there are cosmic ramifications if they receive it by faith. Put Him first. Continually give Him your thoughts and affections.

    8) Finally, prioritize the kingdom. (You knew this was coming, didn’t you?) Those who place self over Savior will never be satisfied. What made Becky a spiritual parent to so many was her devotion to Christ and to His purposes in this world. I believe we all are meant to reproduce, to be spiritual fathers and mothers.

     

    This privilege is not beyond any of us who will give ourselves wholly to God.

    In conclusion, Becky’s example has changed my response to life. I am called close to the side of Jesus and given a small assignment: receive His grace with thanksgiving and then dispense it to others. “This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down His life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters” (1 John 3:16-17). Eugene Peterson puts it like this: “Christ sacrificed his life for us. This is why we ought to live sacrificially for our fellow believers, and not just be out for ourselves.” That’s it. Pour yourself out for others. Thank the Lord for whatever affliction He has given you. Offer it up to Him for service. Offer it up! It is wonderfully comforting to be absolutely sure that He will use it to accomplish His will. Move with flint-like resolution toward the cross, with all its humiliations and disappointments. Offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving.

    Have you really given me the gift of singleness? Then I’ll use it for You, Lord. Here it is. Please take it. I love you. Dave

    Sunday, November 3

    8:24 AMIt is amazing to me that so many of you would take the time to write. Thank you! I just have to share with you this email I just received from a former student:

    Dr. Black,

    I woke up praying for you and your family this morning.  You are very special to me.  I knew you were a special Godly man, when I had you for New Testament.  I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer, so your patience and ability to teach all levels was amazing.  But, more than that,  the example that you and Mrs. Becky set will be forever lasting.  The genuineness of your faith, the realness in which you openly shared, your passion for missions, your love for everyone and (in the shadow of death) the boldness, yet the honest weakness which was shared, will forever be etched in my heart.  Thank you and Mrs. Becky for walking out your faith and giving us a reality of what following Christ truly means.  Ms. Becky finished strong!  My prayer for you, myself, my family and all the Born Again is that we would finish strong and that He would find us FAITHFUL.  Thank you, Dr. Black and Mrs. Becky, for making a difference in my life and the life of my family.  We love you!  You will be prayed for!

    In Christ alone,
    Craig

    “In Christ alone,” he signs off. That is one of the congregational hymns that will be sung today at Becky’s Home-going Celebration.

    Thank you Craig and the rest of you for blessing me and my family in this way. I do hope many of you can come to the ceremony today at 2:00 on campus. It will be a party and that’s for sure!

    7:44 AMThis wonderful email just arrived from Addis Ababa:

    Dear Dr. David and Family,

    We, the Ethiopian Kale Heywet Church constituents express our sincere condolence when you go through this time of sorrow. For us all, who greatly benefited from life and ministry of Mrs. Becky’s life and ministry since her childhood equally share with you deep sorrow.

    Nevertheless, we all are proud of Becky for her successful achievements in her life time and she finished well the race. Her passion, zeal and commitment for the Gospel, her love for Ethiopian people and our churches, her commitment to serve the needy, poor and physically ill people even to the extent of taking risks, her act of compassion and generosity to train many young and emerging leaders and servant ministers to our churches, and marvelous duties that she accomplished especially in Hosanna, Alaba and Burji will be long remembered in our churches and all over Ethiopia. We are indebted to say thank you Becky for your legacy which sets a bedrock for our professional women and mothers to follow in the coming years.

    What a great godly women and mom we missed! We are indeed missed Becky, our mom, here on earth. But we all know that we will meet her in the next world in the eternity future. Dear Moma Becky, the mother of many children in Christ, we all say rest in peace till the time of resurrection. We commit ourselves to continue the ministry you began here in Ethiopia.

    Dear Dave, We all the Ethiopian Kale Heywet Church leaders and members pray that the God of comfort may comfort you, your children, Becky’s parents and her siblings and other family members.

    Woyita W. Olla

    Deputy General Secretary of the Ethiopian Kale Heywet Church

    Thank you, brother Woyita. God bless all the brethren in my second home and Becky’s first home of Ethiopia. 

    7:20 AMTo all who grieve this morning:

     

    7:10 AMIt was so good to see my former assistant Thomas Hudgins (left) and my current one Jacob Cerone (right) at the visitation last night.

    Thomas joked about the typo he found in an essay we just co-authored for aSpanish Festschrift. Glad for the levity. One of the leading causes of depression is perfectionism, according to an article I read this morning calledDepression: The Lawyers’ Epidemic. This morning I was also studying the ebook of James, where we read in chapter 3:

    Don’t be in any rush to become a teacher, my friends. Teaching is highly responsible work. Teachers are held to the strictest standards. And none of us is perfectly qualified. We get it wrong nearly every time we open our mouths [or publish an essay]. If you could find someone whose speech was perfectly true, you’d have a perfect person, in perfect control of life.

    So if you find a spelling error or two on my blog (or anyone else’s for that matter), don’t take it too seriously. Blogging is not an ode to perfectionism but a means of self-expression. Besides, we all know that Spellchecker isn’t perfekt.

    5:48 AMI awoke this morning at 4:00 and couldn’t get back to sleep. Oh how I miss you, Becky! So what to do? I read more emails (each one is precious to me). A small sampling:

    May the Lord comfort you and your family at this GREAT loss, but Becky’s gain.

    Thank you for letting us see her beautiful last moments and give us chance to pray for her and give us time to think about our life.

    You are a great friend and example. Praying for you in the days ahead.

    Thank you again for allowing me to be part of your lives the past few weeks.  Thank you for being a godly man, godly husband.  

    She was called to suffer for Christ and she did it marvelously to the end.  Now, there is no more suffering and no more pain for our dear sister.

    Thankful for you and your wife’s impact on the Body of Christ. Thankful for your encouraging blog. Thankful for Mrs. Black’s complete healing of body, mind, and spirit at this time.

    Dave, Like many I am sorry for your loss, your temporary separation, and pray that you and your family will be given the strength to bear it. 

    May the Lord continue to strengthen you in this moment of separation from Becky.  Praise Him for His lovingkindness and faithfulness in carrying her home. 

    And then I readHis words. Words like “But David encouraged himself in the Lord his God” (1 Sam. 30:6). When I think of all the Lord has done for Becky and me and my family in the past few days, I am greatly encouraged. As people passed through the visitation line last night, I asked, “Has Becky impacted your life?” Each of us has ten thousand stories to tell of how Becky shook us up and drove us from our complacency. How she modeled both gracious Christian womanhood and intrepid Christian discipleship. Thank you, those who came, for sharing your stories with me. One lady had been asked by Becky to sew eyeglass cases for the reading glasses ministry we had in Burji. She produced hundreds of them. She was no less a “missionary to Ethiopia” than Becky was.

    As I looked at Becky in her simple wooden casket, I thought to myself, She will rise. We will all rise. And together we shall forever be with the Lord. I looked at her hands, the same hands that once caressed me, that once sewed and quilted and cooked meals for me and typed emails to Ethiopia and planted seeds in our garden beds. The woman those hands belong to has only been gone a day, and yet somehow I have trouble remembering how it felt when she last touched me with them. I am beginning to realize that the tears, the pain, the loneliness (one can be lonely in a crowd of people, you know) are all a part of the process of healing for me right now. He will supply my needs and guide me in the right way, at the right time. Still, I desperately want to hold those hands again, to husband Becky as I had done for all those many years.

    But that is not to be. God has called me to be alone. That is His appointment for this time. It is He who has placed into my hands the gift of widowerhood. He now calls me to “Be thankful, whatever the circumstances might be, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.” He asks me to make of my pain an offering, to give my singleness back to Him in order that He might make something beautiful of it. Love accepts. Nothing takes God by surprise. But nothing He does is purposeless. God has a plan for every hardship He asks us to endure. And He is there to help and cheer us if we will simply ask Him to. Even as I type these words there is so much to be grateful for. I can’t believe how good those years of marriage were. Even our final months together were a blessing. It was my joy to serve and support Becky in her cancer. In my heart of hearts I purposed to be faithful to her until the end. I also prayed that I would be faithful to persevere in tribulation and not grow bitter. Have I succeeded? By the grace of God, I have.

    The disciple should not be surprised if, as he travels the road with Christ, there is abject, total loss. Far from being bad for us, the death of a spouse may be the means of spiritual growth and of experiencing a new beginning. The Giver and Taker-Away of life can be trusted. And even when sorrow clouds our vision, we can find peace as we look up to the Father from whom “every good gifting and every complete gift comes.” I am learning that the same God who gave me the gift of marriage 37 years ago has now given me the gift of singleness. Will I receive it as from His hand? Is Becky’s death the end of the story? A million times No. Out of the darkness emerges a ray of light, even if I am unable to see it clearly. Can this thicket of thorns produce a rose? The answer is Yes. In some mysterious way that I can’t explain, God enables the sufferer to endure loneliness without bitterness. Remember what I’m teaching you, Dave. I bring life out of death, gain out of loss. If you allow me to, I can even transform your sadness into joy unspeakable.

    Saturday, November 2

    10:44 AMJust removed Becky’s wedding ring, per her request. This was the ring I slipped on her finger 37 years ago. They will go to someone very special to us when she is given in marriage.

    I haven’t removed these pictures yet, however.

    They sustained us through our long vigil — family and Scripture. I will keep them up in my bedroom for a while.

    I am calling the body “Becky,” by the way, not the corpse or the remains. Becky’s salvation will not be complete until her soul is reunited with her body at the resurrection. They are picking Becky up at noon. She will be washed and then dressed in her finest Ethiopian clothes. Can’t wait to see her tonight at the visitation all purtified. After the hearse leaves at 12:30 I am taking the family out for lunch to celebrate the life and legacy of one awesome woman.

    Thankful your your prayers and emails. They are helping to assuage my grief.

    10:12 AMFYI:

    Visitation is this evening from 7-9:00 at the Watkins-Cooper-Lyon funeral home in Clarksville, VA. A glorious “Celebration Service” will be held in Binkley Chapel at Southeastern Seminary in Wake Forest, NC tomorrow from 2:00-3:30. We will then commit Becky’s body to the earth at Bethel Hill Baptist Church in Bethel Hill, NC at 5:00 pm.

    7:55 AMThe moment I have dreaded, and the moment I have been praying for, has arrived. Exactly one hour ago my beloved wife, precious lover, mother of my children, and closest partner in the Gospel, surrounded by friends and family, crossed the finished line. Yes, folks, she made it.

    Hooray for Becky!

    Three cheers for my gal!

    You did it, honey!

    Faithful to the end!

    Praise the Lord!

    Glory to God in the highest!

    In case you didn’t know, Becky is scheduled to receive official sainthood from the Church. Well, not really. But she should. Why? Because she married the world’s biggest knucklehead. For 37 years she put up with his rough-sawn personality and taught him how to love other people. She is one of a handful of people you will never forgot. God used her time and again to remind me what life is all about — that people are more important than one’s profession. You really gotta hand it to old Solomon when he penned Proverbs 31. How in the world could he describe Becky when he had never even met her? I bet he’s standing in line to greet her now.

    I can’t imagine the crown that’s awaiting her as she enters her heavenly Home. “‘Crown’ did you say, Dave?”

    The bride eyes not her garment, but her dear bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory, but on my King of grace; Not at the crown He giveth, but on His precious hand; The Lamb is all the glory in Immanuel’s land.

    Honey, if I could send you a letter up there in glory, it would probably say something this:

    My dearest Becky,

    Thank you so much for your love and companionship. Thank you so much for opening my eyes to the needs in Africa and India. Thank you for your example of faithfulness to the Lord even in the midst of great suffering. You are the most amazing woman I have ever known. I have been blessed beyond measure to know you as my wife and the mother of my children. Thank you for the love and wisdom you have poured into others’ lives. You often said that you wanted to go out like Samson, that you wanted your last deeds to do more harm to the Evil One than your first deeds. I am pretty sure that the publication of your life story will do just that. Your ministry of disciple-making all over the world will never be forgotten. Only eternity will reveal the impact your life has had.

    I love you, Becky Black! I miss you deeply, as do so many others, and you will forever be in our memories. Everything you believed in and hoped for has now been validated. I can just see you worshipping at Jesus’ feet. Enjoy His rest, sweetheart. We will see you very soon.

    With much affection,

    Your loving husband (for time) and brother (for eternity),

    Dave

    Finally, a very special request. Please pray for Brad and Betty Lapsley, Becky’s dad and mom, who are now with us here on the farm. They just lost the eldest of their 6 children. I am near tears when I realize how much that will pain them.

    This morning, I held my wife’s cold hand as she took her final breath. I wish you could have seen her face. I have never in my 61 years witnessed anything more beautiful. Oh my Becky, how beautiful art thou! The moment she crossed the finished line a huge sense of joy swelled my breast as I thought of what she was doing that very moment at the feet of Jesus. Then I led the family in prayer and we sang the doxology.

    The Scripture says, “Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of His holy ones.” No, I did not write “saints.” If ever there was a holy one, that person was Becky Lynn Lapsley Black. Her life was separated, sanctified for the Master’s use — every last cell of it, even the cancerous ones. She has left a legacy that will last into eternity. Will you, will I, follow her lead? Will we live as well as she did, and die as well?

    Fare thee well, my darling. I love you with all of my heart. You loved me well. I shall never, ever forget you.

    Thursday, October 31

    8:32 AM“Everyone gets broken on the wheel of love, and the breaking that takes place is like nothing else under the sun. It is not like the breaking that happens in bankruptcy or in a crop failure or in the loss of a job or the collapse of a lifetime’s work. For in marriage the breaking that is done is done by the very heel of love itself…. There is no hurt like the hurt that happens in the place that we love…. Many give up and run away, their entire lives collapsing in ruins. But even those who hang on face inevitable ruin, for they must be broken too.”

    — Mike Mason (The Mystery of Marriage).

    7:46 AMA Reformation Dayprayer:

    Lord God of hosts, the Refuge of every sinner and the Strength of all who put their trust in you, we praise you for having made us partakers of the blessings of your Reformation. Without any merit on our part, you have sent your Holy Spirit into our hearts and brought us to faith in your dear Son, Jesus Christ. You have made known to us the perfect merit of Christ. You have directed our faith to rest on the exceedingly great and precious promises of your Gospel. You have revealed the beauty of your grace, which rescued us from a just condemnation and assured us of certain salvation in Christ. Grant us your grace that we may receive yourforgiveness with thanksgiving.  Use us as your witnesses in bringing the message of pardon in Christ to people everywhere. Open our eyes to a better understanding of your Word and a deeper appreciation of your grace that our faith in Christ Jesus may grow and flourish with the fruits of righteous living.  Amen.

    7:38 AMSo how are we doing? Does rejoicing through tears make any sense? Today I am trying to get caught up on answering emails. The ladies have cleaned the house from stem to stern (Becky would be proud of them). They are trying to remind me to eat (I’ve lost 15 pounds in 2 weeks).

    And Becky is still with us.

    Last night I asked everyone to leave the bedroom. It was time to be alone with Becky — not on our marriage bed, but on our hospital bed, our death bed. We have never shared more intimate moments. “I love you.” “I love you too.” “We’ve had a good life together.” “Yes.” “Do you remember when I offered you that macadamia nut 40 years ago?” “Yes.” “God has blessed our marriage, hasn’t He? “Yes.” Then I rehearsed the many works God has accomplished through Becky’s life. “Do you remember the church buildings we erected in Alaba?” “Yes.” “Do you remember the health clinic we established in Burji?” “Yes.” As you can imagine, it was a long list — these “works that God had ordained beforehand that she should walk in them” as evidence of her saving faith in Jesus. And then we worshipped. I quoted to her some of her favorite passages from Scripture (John 14, Psalm 23), and then I led us in prayer as I have done for 37 years. I can say that “we” prayed even though I did all the talking. I could feel her assent, even at times hear a muffled “Amen.” Then she fell fast asleep. At peace with herself and the world.

    Occasional Becky will ramble on about something. The other day she kept saying to herself, “I’ll get it the second time. I’ll get it the second time. I just have to keep reviewing my vocabulary cards. That’s all it takes.” She was referring, of course, to the time I taught beginning Greek in my home church. Becky was one of my best students until she had to drop out for cancer treatments. May I share with you one more dialogue?

    Becky (speaking in words as clear as a bell, and obviously referring to herself in the third person):

    She can do it! She can do it! She can do it!

    She can do it! She can do it! She can do it!

    Dave (whispering to her intensely):

    Yes, honey, you can do it! You can do it! I know you can do it!

    Just do it, honey!

    Becky (repeating herself):

    She can do it! She can do it! She can do it!

    She can do it! She can do it! She can do it!

    Dave (now sobbing):

    Yes, you can, honey! Do it! This is the final hurdle. Yes, sweetheart, I know it is high. Yes, darling, I know it is hard. But you must jump it.

    Honey, jump it! Jump it! We are right here behind you. But you must show us the way. You must show us how to die.

    Becky (startled):

    No, she can’t do it!

    She can’t do it!

    She can’t do it!

    He must do it!

    He must do it!

    Dave (realizing what she is saying):

    Oh, honey, you are right! You can’t do it! You can’t do it! Only He can do it! Only He can get you over that hurdle.

    Honey, let Him do it! Honey, let Him do it!

    Lord Jesus, come and carry her! Come and lift her over the hurdle with Your nail-scarred hands!

    Only You can do it!

    Only You can do it!

    And then the conversation was over. Becky lapsed into silence, and the vigil continued.

    I am beginning to realize how much bigger this story is than just another Home-going. God is taking good care of us, just as He always has. Whenever things seem hopeless, I remember a macadamia nut, a wedding vow, and a marriage bed, reminders that God has never left us, has led us all the way. The morning will dawn, even though it will not look like anything either of us has ever seen before.

    Wednesday, October 30

    11:15 AMMy dear, dear friends! I love you so much. The house is quiet. Liz is here from New York. Leigh spent the night with us. Karen and Nigusse, of course, have been fabulous. I ask myself, “Why are you blogging, Dave, when your wife is dying?” Because I have no choice. I must. There are a thousand and one decisions that need to be made, and only I can make them. Yet can I? I am so weak. Tears are my constant companion. Liz read to me from Isaiah 55 this morning:

    For as the sky soars high above the earth, so the way I work surpasses the way you work, and the way I think is beyond the way you think.

    God’s ways are inscrutable. I know that. I even accept that. Yet my theologian brain wants to make sense of it all,has to make sense of it all.

    Why, Lord, are You taking her and not me? Think of how much more she could have accomplished for the kingdom had You allowed her to live another 30 years!

    Dare I even question God like that? The only thing I hang on to is His Word. I read Philippians 3 this morning on the front porch as the sun was rising. It was exactly what I needed. Paul writes:

    The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I’m tearing up and throwing out with the trash — along with everything else I used to take credit for.

    Yes, that’s it! Yes, Lord, that’s what Becky helped me to see! That all of my worldly and academic accomplishments mean nothing. They are less than nothing. If I’m ever asked to speak in chapel again, I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to get out my Basel diploma (if I can find it) and rip it to shreds in front of my audience. Wouldn’t that be something?

    Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant — dog dung. I’ve dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him.

    That’s exactly the work of grace that God did in our marriage years ago. God gave us, in His great mercy, a brand new priority system. 

    I gave up all that inferior stuff so that I could know Christ personally, experience his resurrection power, be a partner in his suffering, and go all the way with him to death itself.

    If that isn’t Becky! No one I know has experienced more of Christ’s power in the midst of enduring arthritis and cancer. No one has been more eager to partake of Christ’s sufferings by living a selfless life for others. Becky has even been willing to go all the way to death for His sake. I know. I have seen it. Oh Becky, how I love you! How Christ-like you are!

    I said that the only thing sustaining me is His Word. But that’s not true. There is also the love of my family. There is the aid of a doctor friend who calls and says, “If you need me, I’ll be right over.” And then there’s you. We need you right now. We need you storming the gates of heaven on our behalf as Becky is carried over that one, last, humanly-impossible hurdle.

    So please pray for us. Pray for me. I can’t do this alone.

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    Friday, November 30

    10:22 PM Gordon Fee’s new commentary on Revelation isreviewed by my former Ph.D. student Alex Stewart. Kudos, young man!

    Alex and his family will be moving to Tyndale Seminary in Holland, where Alex will begin training leaders from many different countries. You can keep up with their saga atThe Stewart Chronicles. Hope you’re well, Alex. Let’s stay in touch.

    8:54 PM Here’s a bit of advice for you new bloggers out there: Do not let your blogging interfere with your other responsibilities in life. This will be a huge temptation for you, especially if you really take to blogging and enjoy it. I say this because I have recently spoken with several of my M.Div. students who admit to struggling in this area. Blogging takes a great deal of time if it is done well. Not only must you write your post, but (in most cases) you will need to read and interact with any comments that come your way. If, like me, you enjoy linking to blog posts written by others (see the preceding post), you will quickly find your time online taken up with scouring the web for interesting posts. Add Face Book to the mix and you may find yourself neglecting the paper you should be writing or the exam you need to be studying for. The other day one of my students was inspired to begin blogging. He asked for my advice. “Your main calling right now,” I said, “is to be the very best student you can possibly be. There is no reason you cannot get an A in every class you take here. If you must, postpone blogging until you have completed your education.”

    “Postpone blogging.”

    Did I actually say those words?

    I sure did.

    8:43 PM Here’s a great quote about the purpose of the gathering of the local church:

    Church meetings are for believers only and, specifically, for their spiritual edification and development – not for the purpose of converting the few pagans who might be present! This explains why there is such a strong emphasis in the pastoral epistles upon teaching or doctrine, since it would serve as the mainstay of the believer’s diet and because it was necessary for their maturity (1 Timothy 4:13,16; 2 Timothy 2:2,24-25; Titus 1:9; Colossians 1:28). If we continuously focus our church meetings on converting the unbeliever, those who are already regenerate will not grow and learn the deeper truths of their faith. They will remain weak and stunted. God desires that we progress in our spiritual walk and grow in the deeper realities of the Christian life (Hebrews 5:11-14; 6:1-3).

    Good stuff, eh? This quote comes from a series of superb essays calledProblems and Limitations of the Traditional ‘Sermon’ Concept. I grew up in a Baptist church where sermons were almost always directed to non-believers. Very little edification was in view. I see now why this was so unbiblical, and the error is due partly to our misunderstand of two very basic terms we find in the New Testament: “preaching” as opposed to “teaching.” As the author of this essay points out, preaching is directed to the unconverted, not the converted. And yet pastors take courses in preaching, read books on preaching, and even earn degrees in preaching. Can our local churches do a better job of trying to correspond to the pattern of the New Testament church? We can and we should. At my own church, we have taken great strides in this direction as we are beginning to raise up from within our congregation “pastor-teachers” (Eph. 4:11) who are “able to teach” (1 Tim. 3:2). I know we will have succeeded when Jason is no longer “the preacher.” In the meantime, I praise God for the elders He has given us and for their willingness to do the hard work of teaching the Scriptures week in and week out.

    7:02 PM The internet contains some pretty awesome Greek websites. OurGreek Portal is designed to help you negotiate these sites with fun and ease. This morning I asked Thomas Hudgins about the work he is doing on our new and updated portal. Here are his answers. Please note his invitation for you to help us!

    6:18 PM Stopped by the grocery store on the way home from the hospital. Had to buy fresh veggies for Becky. In a fit of nostalgia, I went hunting for Hostess Cupcakes. Alas, none were to be found on the shelves. It’s just as well. They’re probably more toxic than vinyl chloride.

    6:12 PM So there are 33 days before the budget deadline. And we’ve got a 16.4 trillion dollar debt. I say, go over the cliff. It’s the only way we’ll cut spending. No pain, no gain. The term “cliff,” of course, is nothing but hype to spread fear. I live on a budget. Why can’t America? Cut or fall.

    Now where’s my fiddle …?

    6:04 PM Please pray for my good friend and colleague Steve McKinion, whose son Harrison (who has been battling leukemia) is back in the hospital at UNC with the flu.  

    5:13 PM As we pulled into the driveway of Rosewood Farm this evening, a beautiful sunset greeted us. Yes, all of heaven seemed to be celebrating Becky’s return home. You heard me right. Becky’s back, two days earlier than I had expected. I guess we can chalk that up to her being a former ICU nurse. She’ll be giving herself shots twice daily for a few days until she switches blood thinning medications.

    So there she is — can you visualize her? — all snuggled up again in her own bed. What a wonderful serendipity. But we serve a serendipitous God, don’t we?

    Thursday, November 29

    6:43 PM I’m home to prepare supper for Nigusse. While the rice is cooking, I’ve got a few words for my Greek exegesis students. So we’ve studied the book of Philippians in Greek. Will it make any difference in our lives?

    We cannot treat our Greek New Testament as a collection of intellectual insights. We distort its message when we use it merely as an exegetical tool. Truth alone, not knowledge, leads to lasting change in our lives. Jesus is the only answer to what ails us. In Philippians, Paul is not offering us a philosophy. Read 1:27. Think about what Paul is saying here. It’s not, “I have great kids! I got that job!” It’s about putting the Gospel first and not allowing our lives to be hijacked by other agendas (homeschooling, “Christian” agrarianism, conservative politics, etc.). The sad fact is that we can read and even exegete Philippians and still not be biblical in the way we live. We simply don’t understand its message or, if we do, we refuse to obey it. Personal fulfillment remains our number one goal in life, and our lives remain unchanged. Need-driven, we rob the Scriptures of their vitality.

    Fellow student of the Greek New Testament, we must opt for something better. If the entire goal and orientation of our lives is wrong, we need more than a seminary degree to make things right. We need Someone who will change us from the inside out, a Savior who will empower us to do what He calls us to do. There is no hope or power for change in education. Let me repeat that: There is no hope or power for change in education. None. Our only true hope is in a personal, daily encounter with the risen Christ. I am amazed at how often we have so little sense of the God of the Gospel whose love for the world should cause us to gladly accept suffering as a tool of His redemptive love. Suffering? Not for me!

    Two things always hit me when I finish teaching the book of Philippians. First, I am struck by the sheer simplicity of Christianity. It is not complicated at all. It is simply a call to have the selfless mind of Christ and to serve others. It is living in humble obedience as good citizens of a heavenly kingdom (and not the U.S.). It is loving as Christ loved — sacrificially and even scandalously. It is basically a call to die.

    At the same time, I am struck by the utter impossibility of anyone ever living this way. Our hearts are closed to such a way of living, our eyes blinded to its beauty. But opening blind eyes is at the heart of the Spirit’s work in us. I sympathize with students who are caught up in the rat race of being “good Christians.” I hope the message of Philippians will penetrate to the core of their beings. I hope our Greek class will be a soft paint brush in the hands of a Savior who wants to complete His painting is us, his masterpieces. We cannot faithfully represent His message until His grace has reclaimed our hearts.

    Students, I am holding you accountable. The book of Philippians is nothing less than a call to live a daily life of serving and suffering for the sake of others. This lifestyle doesn’t require any more knowledge. It calls for a response. Like all true educational endeavors, exegesis must be incarnational. God is calling us to the same incarnational ministry that Christ had by the power of the same Holy Spirit. We must not merely claim to be followers of Jesus. We must love people like He did. Students, that’s what I’m asking you to do.

    You do not have to live as you are living. You have been given something much better in Christ.

    12:15 PM Hey there, bloggers! I’m home to check up on things and thought I’d give you an update. (Yes, I still live in the Pleistocene Age and can only update my blog from home.) Becky is doing fine. She’s sitting up, walking, and eating normally. And reading your emails, one of which she read aloud to me:

    I wonder sometimes if Peter and Paul and John wondered what they could do for the Kingdom when they were in prison and banished to an island. Isn’t it awesome that we have the stories of their prison time and those who came to know Jesus because of that time? It is so simple –be willing — and yet it isn’t easy for me to “just be” in God’s hands. I am praying — breath prayers throughout the day and night for you both, instruments of the Most High God. We love you!

    This from a dear Christian couple who live in Florida. Keep ’em coming, folks. Today and tomorrow Becky will be resting and adjusting to her new medications. The danger is, as I said, a pulmonary embolism, though Becky’s also a prospect for bleeding. So please keep praying for her.

    A few other notes I assembled while in the hospital:

    1) Grateful forthis review of my Perspectives on the Ending of Mark.

    2) A church website I was perusing the other day made an interesting distinction. It listed (under “leadership”) both “elders” and “pastors.” Some names made both lists! I wish we could go simply with elders and deacons. Distinguishing between elders and pastors does not help and is simply unbiblical (see Acts 20, where “elders,” “overseers,” and “pastors” are used interchangeably). Our elders at Bethel Hill all serve as pastors. That’s because they are pastors. Moreover, according to the New Testament, eldership is non-hierarchical. Each elder shares the load of responsibility, and all are to “pastor” the flock. I just couldn’t help jump with excitement when our congregation voted to recognize elders. Talk about an extreme makeover for a traditional Baptist church. I laughed aloud for joy. I suppose part of my excitement was watching our “pastor” willingly, humbly, and joyfully recede into the “eldership” group. This is part of what makes Bethel Hill so special to me. I’m in constant prayer for our elders. They are a dedicated bunch of guys. And they gladly submit to Jesus and point everyone to the Senior Pastor (1 Pet. 5:4), the One to Whom I alone pledge my allegiance and in Whom I place my trust in the midst of a very uncertain future even when I don’t understand Him or my situation. One must NEVER stop seeking to follow the simply patterns laid down in Scripture for the church. He who has called, blessed, and commanded us has the amazing ability to take even the most traditional church and create new wineskins.

    3) Quote of the day (Ron Scates):

    Did you know that Christ hates religion? Religion is orthodoxy gone dry and stale. Religion is worship turned into entertainment. Religion is being busy but going through the motions. Religion is when you believe all the right stuff on the surface, but you’re really leading a double life. You’ve got your life at church and then you’ve got your other life over here. Religion is when the church turns from being a missionary society into the spiritual annex of the country club. Religion is when your zeal for making disciples devolves into making yourself comfortable. Jesus hates, despises, religion. When you and I lose our first love, that’s what we’re left with.

    Religion spells salvation D-O. Christianity spells salvation D-O-N-E.

    4) Last night I happened to read through Toshikazu Foley’sBiblical Translation in Chinese and Greek: Verbal Aspect in Theory and Practice. I found the book to be very frustrating.

    The author assumes rather proves his views on verbal aspect. I was going to write a review when I discovered that one of my doctoral students already beat me to the punch. For Paul Hime’s thorough response to the book, see:

    Part One

    Part Two

    I agree with Paul when he concludes:

    [I]n his zeal for furthering Porter’s VAT [Verbal Aspect Theory], Foley is often too heavy handed in his critique of translations that do not measure up to his standard. Heassumes the validity of his particular view of VAT and is fairly dogmatic about it.

    Once again, I see no reason to change my view that there are three aspects in Koine Greek and that these should be called imperfective, perfective, and aoristic (unmarked). By the way, I’m still waiting for a book on Greek verbal aspect that is:

    • a page-turning read

    • a practical guide

    • written for novices

    • humble

    • not needlessly inventing new nomenclature

    Anyone up to the challenge?

    5) Lord willing, I will be participating in the 2013 Biblical Conference in Washington, DC, February 7-8. Speakers include:

    • Fr. Klemens Stock, SJ – Pontificio Istituto Biblico, Roma

    • Fr. Abbot Denis Farkasfalvy, O. Cist. – Our Lady of Dallas Cistercian Monastery

    • Fr. George David Byers, CPM – Holy Souls Hermitage

    • Fr. Thomas Lane – Mt. St. Mary’s Seminary

    • Dr. Joseph Atkinson – Pontifical John Paul II Institute

    • Fr. Carlos Pereira, IVE – San Bruno Vescovo di Segni Centro di Altri Studi

    and me, of course. I will be dialoguing with the group on the Pauline authorship of Hebrews. I would be deeply grateful for your prayers.

    6) There’s a quiet revival going on in New England. You can read about it atSlate. Its opening paragraph:

    The pastor of a small church in rural Vermont is not the kind of guy you’d expect to speak with a slow North Carolina drawl. But Lyandon Warren felt a calling to New England ever since he heard a speaker in his college Christian Studies program explain that less than 3 percent of the region’s population is evangelical Christians. By his denomination’s definition, those numbers indicate an “unreached people group”—a whole population without a viable Christian community. “My heart was opened,” he says. “To be a foot-soldier on that battleground is a joy and a privilege.”

    Well, that’s all the news for now. Time to check up on the work at Maple Ridge and get back to the hospital.

    Until we “meet” again in cyberspace, keep centered on Him.

    Wednesday, November 28

    8:46 PM Good evening, cyber-friends!

    I’m home from the hospital, grabbing a few items for Becky. This morning she awoke with pain and swelling in her lower right leg. The Home Health nurse, who came today on a routine visit, suspected a blood clot and suggested an ultrasound. The physician in residence here at the Bradford Hall Medical Center (a certain Dr. Black) insisted that Becky visit the emergency room and have her leg checked out. Glad we did. Becky has been admitted to Halifax Regional Hospital with a deep vein thrombosis under her right knee. They’ve started her on blood thinners, and tell us we can expect a few days of vacation under the watchful care of the hospital staff. This means I’ll have to cancel Becky’s 3 doctors appointments at UNC tomorrow and her one visit on Friday. We’re good with that. God is not surprised by this development, and we are TOTALLY at peace with His plan. Our God is all about change. He’s constantly changing lives, including our own. Our goal during this time will be to share with others the greatest story ever told, the story of Jesus. We’re resting in His sovereignty and seeking to live with a trusting attitude. Our agenda in life is bigger than ourselves or our health. There’s no deeper joy than to live committed to His glory and kingdom. Our lives are in His sovereign hands. My prayer is that He will be glorified as we reach this new mission field and bring His Word to others.

    On a more personal note: This had been a week of victory and yet also of some pretty hard stuff. I’m so glad for a pretty wife who loves me despite all my ponderings and introspective moods. Honestly, I’m not sure I see a way forward through all this. Where do we go from here? Where does the Lord want us to be? It’s moments like these when I simply fall on my face in my prayer closet. The fact that we covered Phil. 4:6-7 in Greek class yesterday could not have been a coincidence. My heart sings when I read these words: “Don’t fret or worry about anything, Dave. Simply ask God for what you need. Let Him know each of your concerns. As you do, remember to thank Him. Then watch what happens! His peace will begin to envelope you like a cloud on a misty day, guarding your thoughts and emotions. Calmness will replace worry. This is His promise to you.” And so I keep trudging along. Somewhere, in the background, I can almost hear God laughing at me. Not in derision. It’s like the chuckle of a father who’s watching his child take a few steps and then stumble, knowing full well that his little boy is doing an amazing job of learning how to walk. Today Becky and I started a new leg on our journey, relying on each other, relying on you, scattered all over the world, relying mostly on our Daddy, who keeps whispering in our ears, “Get up and try it again, children. You’re doing great. Don’t stop now.”

    Please pray for Becky, that her clot will not break loose and embolize to her lungs. And please pray for me as I try to oversee her health care. I am not a medical type. You all know that. In fact, I have a long résumé documenting my scientific incompetence. As I drove home tonight I kept praying, “I can do this, Lord, but you’re gonna have to help me.” So I’m humbly admitting my inadequacy while laying hold of my adequacy in Christ. Besides, I can’t very well say no to the task and go in another direction, can I?

    Love you guys and so grateful for your prayers and emails,

    Dave

    Monday, November 26

    6:57 PM In his Commentary on Psalm 2 (p. 142), Erasmus, referring to Hebrew and Syriac, writes that “there is no need to cudgel our brains with the complexities of these barbaric languages!”

    Students, just because the great Erasmus never mastered Hebrew during his lifetime doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Our LXX class this spring may be just the thing to get you back into it. See you then?

    Below: Bob Cole, my co-conspirator.

    4:33 PM Exhilarating. Invigorating. How else to describe working outdoors on a perfect fall day? This shed needed organizing, big time.

    We had to rewind each roll of woven wire before restacking them in a different shed.

    The rolls look much neater now, wouldn’t you say?

    Plus, look at all the space this “organizing” provided.

    Always good to be organized.  

    8:08 AM What did commencement look like at Harvard in the mid-1600s? Charles A. Wagner writes in Harvard: Four Centuries and Freedoms:

    The academic procession on that far distant September morning of 1642 counted the nine “commencers,” four junior sophisters, and eight or ten freshmen, with a motley audience of visitors from Boston and all the settlements nearby; ministers, Indians, residents, parents, and gloating familiars. The people made it a holiday of annual joy in learning. And there were orations by the commencers in Hebrew, Greek, and Latin. Then, in the afternoon session, came the series of disputations in Latin between commencers on many of the age-old topics of the theses philosophicae and philologicae.

    So…what has changed? Could any of us today given an oration in Hebrew, Greek, or Latin? Could of any us today, whether teacher or student, dispute anything in Latin? Have we somehow forgotten the “joy of learning”? When I arrived in Basel, there were no exams to test one’s proficiency in French or German. It was simply assumed one knew the languages. In my dissertation, I was expected to quote Kuyper in Dutch and Barth in German.

    Are our expectations as teachers the key, perhaps?

    7:35 AM Quote of the day (the apostle John): 

    This is how we can know the love of God, because He laid down His life for us. We too should lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters. Whoever has this world’s goods and sees his fellow believer in need and shuts up his compassion for them — how can the love of God dwell in that person? My dear children, we must love not in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth.

    7:33 AM How many ways can you write “Jesus loves John” in Greek? Theanswer might surprise you.

    ’Ιησοῦς ’Ιωάννην ἀγαπᾷ.

    ἀγαπᾷ ’Ιησοῦς ’Ιωάννην.

    ἀγαπᾷ ’Ιωάννην ’Ιησοῦς.

    ’Ιωάννην ἀγαπᾷ ’Ιησοῦς.

    ’Ιωάννην ’Ιησοῦς ἀγαπᾷ.

    ὁ ’Ιησοῦς ἀγαπᾷ ’Ιωάννην.

    7:23 AM Since it’s term paper time, I thought I’d repost a list of 20rules for English composition I assembled several years ago. My students are required to follow them punctiliously.

    1.Always avoid alliteration.

    2.Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.

    3.Avoid clichés like the plague.

    4.Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.

    5.It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.

    6.Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are unnecessary.

    7.Foreign words and phrases are hardly apropos.

    8.Never generalize.

    9.Comparisons are as bad as clichés.

    10.Don’t be redundant or use more words than necessary; it’s highly superfluous.

    11.Be more or less specific.

    12.One-word sentences? Eliminate.

    13.The passive voice is to be avoided.

    14.Even if a metaphor sings, it should be derailed.

    15.Who needs rhetorical questions?

    16.Employ the vernacular.

    17.Analogies are like feathers on a snake.

    18.Contractions aren’t proper.

    19.Eliminate quotations; as Emerson once said: “I hate quotations.”

    20.Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.

    7:15 AM This came in yesterday’s inbox:

    Dr. Black, I enjoy reading your blog, and I try to check it out weekly. You had a post on November 22 where you commented on your “patented 10 step approach” to exegesis, and I’m curious if you could share your steps of exegetical wisdom with me? I’m currently working on an exegesis paper myself (for personal edification and not school-related), so I would appreciate some helpful hints. Thanks for your time.

    I am glad to share, as a pdf., these steps with anyone who will take the time write and request a copy.

    7:04 AM An interesting discussion has been taking place between Roger Olson and Frank Beckwith about “approved denominations.” It all seems rather puerile to me.

    My colleague, Roger Olson, has published this post on his blog, “My List of `Approved Denominations.’”One commentator says: “I’m disappointed that you have nothing to say about the Catholic and Orthodox Churches.” Roger replies: “Would any faithful Catholic or Orthodox theologian put any Protestant denominations on his or her list of approved denominations to recommend to people? Not in my experience.”

    My answer: Roger’s correct. We wouldn’t, since we don’t think it’s up to the individual Christian to treat communion with the Church as a matter of spiritual consumerism. The Catholic (or Orthodox) is, or ought to be, more concerned with the Church approving him rather than him approving it. At the end of the day, the whole idea of “church shopping” sounds like a brief for ecclesiastical promiscuity, which, in my experience, always leads to unsafe sects, no matter the advertised effectiveness of one’s theological prophylactic.

    Reminds me of a joke I heard yesterday on A Prairie Home Companion while driving back from church with Nigusse. Seems a man was stranded alone on a desert island for many years. When he was finally rescued, people noticed that he had built many structures during his period of isolation. “That’s my house over there,” the man said with great pride, adding: “And there’s the shed and the stables. Oh, and this is my church.” One of the rescuers spoke up, “Well, what’s that building over there? That looks like a church too.” “Oh,” said the man, “that’s where I used to attend.”

    Sunday, November 25

    7:24 PM Check out the Deliberate Agrarian’sWhizbang Firewood-Cutting Holder. That’s quite a contraption, Sir!

    7:12 PM Yesterday I posted this picture on my blog:

    I added:

    I once spent many enjoyable hours in this building. I will send a free copy ofLinguistics for Students of New Testament Greek to the first blogger who can correctly identify it and who will agree to post a brief book note when he or she receives the volume.

    Tonight I am happy to be able to announce a winner:

    Good afternoon, Dr. Black!

    Someone probably beat me to it but I think I’ve got a good guess regarding the mystery photo you posted to your blog (the one asking for a location). It’s the Faculty of Theology Library at the University of Basel! I even found what I think is a picture from the opposite direction on the street (picture attached). I don’t currently have a blog, so I understand if that disqualifies me for the book contest. But, I’d love to read and review Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek sometime.

    I love a good scavenger hunt. Thanks for the post!

    You bet, my friend. Even though you have not started blogging (yet), the book is on its way!

    By the way, when I said, “I once spent many enjoyable hours in this building,” I meant it. It was here that I hung out with my fellow Doktorands at the university. It was here that thoughts were thought and chapters of my dissertation were written. I usually grabbed a desk by one of the outside windows; the Swiss are notorious for their Sparsamkeit and would never think of turning on a light (think “green”). It was also in this building that Markus Barth’s seminars took place in which I, the only non-pipe-smoker in the group, felt like I was back in the smog of Los Angeles. Perhaps my favorite room in the house at Nadleberg 10 was the dissertation room, which reputedly holds a copy of every dissertation written at Basel since its inception in 1460. Them’s a  whole lot of books. I suppose my own work is sitting there today, though I have never checked. Karl Barth once wrote (Protestant Theology in the Nineteenth Century), “The Basel theologian is from the start and in all essentials conservative…. At the same time, however, he takes secret, almost sympathetic delight in the radicalism and extravagance of others.” Hmm, sound like a bit of that philosophy might have rubbed off on yours truly.

    Below: Karl Barth’s study in Basel. 

    4:10 PM We’ve enjoyed the many meals people were so kind to bring us during Becky’s convalescence. But there is nothing like a home-cooked supper. Last night, for the first time in many weeks, Becky was able to serve up for dinner one of her very own home-cooked meals. Her lasagna is out of this world. Tonight she’s asked me to cook Chinese food for dinner. Be glad to. Anything to create a semblance of normalcy. Plus, Nigusse loves my Chinese cuisine, even though he himself does not know what my secret ingredient is. Do you?

    4:02 PM Email is such a wonderful blessing of the Lord. Someone sent me an email the other day and included his website underneath his signature. I love it when people do that. Especially when the site is calledGospel for Czech. Previously I wrote an essay calledEurope Is Still a Mission Field. Indeed it is. Is it possible that God still has a great kingdom work for you and me to perform in post-Christian Europe? Dare we hope for a miracle? I believe that the principalities and powers under Satan’s dominion today shake whenever they see humble Christians taking up the cross and sacrificing for the sake of the Gospel. I wish the Vahala family well as they obey Christ’s call to take the Gospel (back) to the Czech Republic. The Antiochian pattern of Acts 13 is being repeated, and for that I am truly grateful.

    2:20 PM Newsflash! Our “Greek Portal” is about to be re-launched! I can’t wait to share with you our newly-designed and vastly updated portal into all things Greek. Our launch team, led by Thomas-the-web-guru-Hudgins, is working day and night to make this the most accessible and complete source of information for Greek students online. (How’s that for hype!) There will be lots of new material that wasn’t on the old site. So stay tuned — launch date is January 1.

    1:15 PM Going to Bethel Hill church is always totally worthwhile. The message today on Rom 9:29-10:4 was fabulous.

    It defies my best efforts to describe it. It seems that I forget at times just what Jesus Christ has done for me. Jason’s message was like a sucker punch to the gut. Christ is the end of the Law to everyone who believes. He is my righteousness. And He has called me to live in community with others, to carry one another’s burdens as together we walk in the kingdom way.

    We also prayed for Becky. I mean, really prayed. For strength. For wisdom. The time we spent in prayer is a treasure I’ll have deep in my heart for a long time.

    I love that my life includes sweet times of fellowship with God’s people, that no matter how tired or discouraged I become there’s never a single day when I am truly alone.

    Church, I hope you will forgive me for not raising my head after we prayed. I didn’t want to cry in front of everybody, even though they were tears of unadulterated joy.

    7:57 AM Good morning, joint-heirs of the King!

    I’ve got missions on my mind this morning. If you will allow me to rake over the embers of the past a bit …

    I have striven, in the past decade or so, to work alongside my brothers and sisters in Ethiopia as equal partners in the task of Christian discipleship. I have also striven, perhaps less successfully, to empower and equip church leaders in Ethiopia with the tools necessary to do their own work in the text of Scripture. The church in Ethiopia has a very special place in Christian history. This is undeniable. Less clear to me is how far the evangelical church in Ethiopia has established its own identity as distinct from the West. I know personally many of the young evangelicals in Ethiopia. I have taught in their schools — Beginning Greek at the Evangelical Theological College, Intermediate Greek at the Mennonite College, the Gospel of John at the Ministry Training Center in Dila, etc. — and spoken in their chapels. Several I have supported for education. Many are, as the apostle Paul wrote, circumcised on the eighth day, a Hebrew of Hebrews, of the tribe of Benjamin, and all the rest. Their Western credentials are impeccable. They are shaped, many of them, by Western intellectual discourse and values, yet they are trying to pioneer new methods and disciplines in an Ethiopian context. These young men and women represent a massive shift of the center of gravity of Christianity from Europe and North America to Latin America, Asia, and Sub-Saharan Africa. Because of this shift, I believe in the coming years we will begin to see works of theology composed in Amharic (not simply translated from the English) and addressed to the setting in which they are produced, a setting that concerns itself with questions that matter to Ethiopian Christians. The indigenous principle of missions guarantees that each Christian community possesses in the Scriptures a God who speaks directly to its own situation.

    I am so privileged to be able to watch this shift taking place up close and personal, not only in Africa but in Asia, the Middle East, and Eastern Europe. There is no time to renew the old debate about colonization, nor to argue over who gets the credit for any progress that is made in this regard. The real test will come when Western-trained and educated Ethiopians (and other foreign nationals) return to their homeland. Never before has there been so much potential for mutual enrichment between East and West, American and African, as God removes cultural blinkers from us both.

    I can’t possibly put into words what Ethiopia means to Becky and me. Let’s just say we are totally excited about what the Lord Jesus is doing there among His people. May He bless you to be a blessing to your fellow citizens and the world.

    Ethiopia, we love you!

    Brother Dave

     

    Saturday, November 24

    6:40 PM I know it’s a bit late for a Thanksgiving present, but since I’m in a giveaway mood….

    The first 20 DBO readers to email me will receive a free copy ofWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions? No strings attached. Just write me and request a copy, and I’ll have your signed book in the mail on Tuesday as a way of saying “thank you” for your readership.

    Thanks, and blessings on all of you!

    Dave

    P.S. Be sure to send along your mailing address when you write.

    2:43 PM I once spent many enjoyable hours in this building.

    I will send a free copy ofLinguistics for Students of New Testament Greek to the first blogger who can correctly identify it and who will agree to post a brief book note when he or she receives the volume.

    1:22 PM Today it was back to work, this time in the really cold (as in frigid) air of the Piedmont. After fixing fence posts, Nigusse and I drove around the farm paths picking up stacks of (greatly neglected) firewood.

    This stack will be split mid-December. Care to join us?

    Finally, it was time for another trash run, and I had Nigusse snap this photo lest you think I never do any work.

    Now, on a completely unrelated note, I rejoice with great joy (how’s that for a biblical idiom, eh?) that one of my students will be offering a free — as in gratis — Greek class in the Raleigh area beginning this January. For the announcement, gohere. I love students who teach. And I’d take a dozen just like Jacob.

    If you live in the Raleigh-Durham metroplex, I do hope you will take advantage of this wonderful offer.

    10:20 AM Arthur, you are not the only one reading Paul, Apostle of Weakness (see When I Am Weak). I still have so much to learn about this subject, if not intellectually, then emotionally and spiritually. This passage greatly challenged and encouraged me this morning:

    Therefore, rather than plead for release from his “thorn in the flesh,” Paul has learned to glory in it as a means to the realization of divine strength (2 Cor. 12:7-10).

    And this one:

    In the midst of his inadequacy and apparent disabilities is at work the grace of God that enables him to be a more-than-conqueror (Rom. 8:37).

    And this one:

    Satan had desired the thorn to constitute a source of great discouragement to Paul and a hindrance to his work, but the Lord had graciously made provision to sustain Paul in the midst of it.

    And finally, this one:

    The thorn and its attendant weakness afford Paul the unique opportunity to witness the power of Christ residing in his life and expressing itself through it.

    So much to think about. So much to learn. So much to apply to my own life. God bless you, Arthur, as you and your wife take your own journey with cancer. May Jesus be closer to you than ever before.

    9:15 AM I have been invited to teach a course in Advanced Hermeneutics at the Odessa Theological Seminary next March. This will be my third trip to Ukraine. I am really looking forward to teaching in Europe again, especially in a former Soviet-bloc nation. A few years ago I had the wonderful honor of giving the second annual Cornelescu lecture in Romania. (Doug Moo had done it the year before.) My translator was my good friend and colleague at Midwestern Baptist Theological Seminary, Radu Gheorghita, who hails from my mother’s hometown of Cluj, Romania. (Yes, I am half Romanian.) Here we are standing in front of Count Dracula’s castle trying to look like monsters.

    Radu is no fool, however. With a Ph.D. in New Testament from Cambridge and a masterful memory (he is memorizing the entire New Testament in Greek), he matched my lectures word for word and even gesture by gesture. Below I am speaking to a group of pastors in Oradea.

    Then we traveled from West to East, giving lectures and speaking in churches. Eventually we ended up in the capital of Bucharest, where I taught a course in hermeneutics. This was my class.

    In many ways, traveling to Romania was like going home. Ample are the opportunities to teach abroad. Recently minted Ph.D. student, are you game? I knowone who is!

    8:52 AM Brother Jeff, the “Scripture Zealot,” recently posedan interesting question:

    I don’t understand why we need to prepare ourselves to worship or pray or whatever. I just read today somewhere about preparing ourselves for (T)hanksgiving. Isn’t this something we should be doing all the time (1 Thess 5:16-18)?

    “Now let us prepare our hearts for worship this morning” is perhaps the most-repeated sentence you’ll hear when you enter church on Sunday mornings. It is, of course, completely unbiblical. Worship is 24/7 (see Rom. 12:1-2). We don’t come to church to worship; we come as worshippers.

    Theologically, the church has no “place of worship.” God already dwells within the community of His followers. A church building can never properly be called a “worship center” because that title has been reserved, under the New Covenant, for God’s people. For me, having a “call to worship” is a witness to a deep lack of biblical understanding. True worship, real biblical worship, takes place Monday through Saturday as much as it does on Sunday.

    If you’d like to explore this topic in greater detail,  you might want to look atEnter to Serve, Depart to Worship. Yes, the well-known saying “Enter to Worship, Depart to Serve,” is backwards.

    8:10 AM The news of Larry Hagman’s death at the age of 81 from cancer struck me harder than I thought it would. On Face Book, Barbara Eden reflected:

    I, like many others, believed he had beat cancer and yet we are reminded that life is never guaranteed.

    Which prompts me to give you an update on Becky’s situation. Right now we are working through some pretty big scale issues. We have now pursued traditional medical interventions for 3 years. We have seen, up close and personal, the truth of the maxim, “every action creates a reaction.” There is so much I can’t say here, but the chemo, the radiation, the numerous surgeries, the side effects of her treatments (stroke, stomach perforation) — all these have taken a heavy, heavy toll on her body. Like everyone else in the world who has a loved one facing cancer, I’ve been trying to make sense of all of this with my theologian’s brain. Meanwhile, Becky’s been online looking into alternative methods of treatment. We seem to be at a crossroad. (Or it is crossroads?) She needs our prayers as never before. As for me, I need the courage to add my insights to the process as needed and the wise eyes to delight in the Lord, who has never, ever forsaken us. Becky’s resilience has never failed to amaze me. She has been as brave as brave can be during these past 3 years. But she is tiring. I would too had I been through what she’s been through.

    So, what shall it be? Shall we continue the chemo option? (If indeed there are chemo options left for her.) Or shall we pursue a different course of action? If so, which one(s)?My prayer this morning was a very simple one: May God be glorified in all we do in His name, whatever we do. He is the Light in the deepest night, the unwavering Yes that there is a way forward, no matter how difficult the path may be. Thanks be to God.

    In her most recent essay (At a Fork in the Road), Becky wrote:

    So, there you have it. My perspective of where I’m at in the Journey. I’m at a fork in the road. One fork leads to miraculous healing, and one to physical death. If God puts me on the path to healing, then I pray for it to be done in such a way that He (and only He) gets the glory for the healing, and that the healing issues forth a life that accomplishes His purposes. If God puts me on the path to physical death, then I pray that He will allow me to do more damage to the Enemy of our souls than I have done throughout all my life.

    Will you join me in these prayers? And let us watch together as my Lord continues to accomplish His purposes in my life.

    Yes, honey, we will join you in these prayers.

    We promise.

    Friday, November 23

    4:58 PM It was a lazy, laid back day today, unless you happen to live at Rosewood Farm. I had four projects on my plate today: 1) install drain pipes in the road leading down to the Valley Field, 2) take down more unneeded fencing, 3) reinforce the cedar posts along the fence lines, and 4) begin to level off the Rabbit Ear fields. Thankfully, I had lots of help, including brother Danny from Bethel Hill, Johnny from the seminary, and Nigusse. Best of all was Godzilla, Danny’s monster tractor with front end loader. I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Once thing is for sure: We worked off our Thanksgiving dinners. Tomorrow: more farm projects. Sure keeps one in shape.

    Pix (to bore you with):

     

    7:30 AM A few odds and ends on “(Dave) Black Friday”:

    1) Thomas Hudgins make areally generous offer.

    2) Want to teach theology at the University of Heidelberg?

    3) Excellent online resources on 1-2 Thessalonianshere.

    4)Leaders are readers. Amen!

    5) Care toread the fathers?

    Thursday, November 22

    8:33 PM Becky just asked Nigusse, “How’s your paper for Daddy coming?” Well, as an eyewitness, I can attest he is working very hard on it and, in fact, surfaces occasionally to eat and drink.

    He’s using my patented 10 step approach (“Hello, my name is Nigusse, and I am a recovering Greek student”) to exegete Phil. 1:27-30. He’s just finished step 4 (lexical analysis) and is working on step 5 (syntactical analysis). Wish him well. After all, he’s up against the orneriest, most recalcitrant Greek professor in the history of the seminary.

    7:50 PM So sorry to see SBL come to an end. Does this mean thatJacob will stop blogging now? I hope not!

    7:43 PM It doesn’t take a smart student to learn Greek. (I am proof of that.) It just takes a hard-working, motivated student. Greek has impeccable logic to it. It has mathematical precision. Do not be intimated by the subject. As I often tell students, “Greek is easy. It’s just us teachers who keep getting in the way.”

    Make the good doctor happy. Learn Greek. You can do it. I know you can.

    3:34 PM The Lord gave us a wonderful Thanksgiving as we hosted 5 students from the seminary. (Well, 6 if you include Nigusse, who snapped this photo.)

    Right now I am declaring Rosewood Farm to be a “Blue Zone,” which means, of course, that I must take a long nap.

    10:02 AM Indomitable. Persevering. Hardheaded. That’s Mark Stevens. You gotta love the man. He wants to become proficient in Koine Greek, and he’s asking for help. Mark, I will simply say this. I know you already have myGreek DVDs. If you will organize a class and go through the grammar and videos (weekly, bi-weekly, or whatever you all decide), I will do three things:

    1) I will send you my quizzes and exams over each chapter in the textbook. (I normally do not do this.)

    2) I will be willing to grade them myself. (Just send them to me as pdfs.)

    3) I will be available at any time for advice by email or Skype.

    So ask around and see if another couple of blokes (or blokesses) might be interested in learning or reviewing their Greek. Start with your pastor friends. But don’t limit attendance to professionals; so-called lay people often do just as well if not better in Greek class. If and when you get this up and running, contact me. I am ready to help. But make sure you do this as a group (even if it’s only two of you meeting together). You need the accountability.

    Best wishes, and Happy Thanksgiving!

    Dave

     

    8:58 AM Having just published abook on weakness, I was drawn to this essay calledPower in Mission, written by the African missiologist Harvey Kwiyani. Incidentally, the essay appeared in a new online journal calledThe Journal of Missional Practice. I was stunned by the honesty of this statement in the essay:

    In this regard, I have always wondered about the authenticity of short-term mission trips to Africa and other parts of the world when most Western Christians do not see the non-Western Christians living in the ir own cities. If you cannot work with the African Christians in your own Western neighborhoods, the honesty of your short-term mission trips to Africa stands questionable.

    Recently my seminary, SEBTS, held a colloquium on race in Southern Baptist life. The conclusion was striking. Our churches are still far too white. I couldn’t agree more. Especially as someone who has invested a decade of work in the Horn of Africa, I am now more convinced than ever that if we do not seek greater integration in our churches here in America, we have no right to take short-term trips to Africa, as Dr. Kwiyani notes. My constant prayer is that the Lord would give us churches here on earth that look like the church in heaven (Rev. 5:7). As Roland Allen once wrote, “We have allowed racial and religious pride to direct our attitude towards those whom we have been wont to call ‘heathen'” (Missionary Methods: St. Paul’s Or Ours?, p. 142). “We have done everything for them except acknowledge any equality” (p. 143). Allen’s quiet voice has a strange relevance for the church today.

    8:07 AM Happy Thanksgiving to all of my readers!

    So, what are the most precious gifts for which an old man ought to thank God?

    I have not the slightest doubt that the answer is: the blessing of God Himself. Everything else pales in comparison. Domestic happiness, public recognition, wealth and health — the Trinity is in a different class from all other sources of happiness in life.

    I suspect that I am not alone in thinking this way. I am childishly fond of a good meal, a happy fireside, a pleasant vista. To climb the Acropolis and marvel at the symmetry of the Parthenon, to ride camel-back to the pyramids of Sakhara in Egypt, to saunter through the ruins of ancient Rome, to linger in the streets of Paris, to marvel at the Great Wall of China or the Herodian fortress at Masada or the grand temples in eastern Korea or the ancient churches of southern India — all these bring a kind of ephemeral happiness which, though merely passing, are still pleasures. I have always had a roof over my head, always food and family and friends, to say nothing of the joy of a good day’s work whether in a classroom or in a hayfield. But that transcendent relationship we call “Christianity” — that is something to be enjoyed and not to be talked about. I certainly have nothing to complain about under this heading.

    The kingdom of God is a place of safety. When you love God first and others second, every other priority of life falls into its proper place. The true disciple of Jesus is someone who is most definitely not looking back. He is concentrating on where he is going and not where he has been. He is looking forward to the day when God will make all things new. Every day it becomes more and more crucial to me that I forget those things that are behind and reach forward to those things that are ahead. Small tasks remain to be done — and maybe a few larger ones too.

    I guarantee that no matter how old you are, God still has a new work He wants to do in your life. Tell Him you intend to keep on running the race set before you in such a way as to win the prize. Set high goals for yourself — you’ll never reach higher. Don’t be afraid to make those really tough decisions that glorify Him. God can use you today to be a blessing to others around you. But following God’s will doesn’t happen automatically. That’s because He has given us a choice as to whether we will seek His will and do what He says. We must decide. We must step out by faith. At this season of the year, perhaps a good place to start is by “giving thanks in all things” (1 Thess. 5:18). Thank the Lord for preserving you to this point in the race. Ask Him to guide your every step. Only He knows the way you should go. Align your heart with His, and watch Him bring your little dreams to fruition.

    As for Becky and me, 36 years after I slipped a ring on her finger, we are still moving forward, still passionate about the Gospel, ever seeking new ways to serve King Jesus together. Because of Him, our best years are still ahead.

    Now that’s something to be thankful for.

    Wednesday, November 21

    7:15 PM Oh, you’ve just got to read the final paragraph inthis blog post. It got me laughing. Out loud. I’m still laughing.

    And to think that this “cute little gringo” is my personal assistant! 

    5:58 PM When I was a student in Basel I read every volume of Karl Barth’s Church Dogmatics. Nobody asked me to. It was not a requirement. It was a joy. You may not always agree with Barth’s conclusions, but his exegesis is well-nigh impeccable. Todayyou can purchase all 14 volumes of the original English edition of Barth’s Church Dogmatics for a mere $89.99. That’s $905 off the normal price. These volumes are not easy to read. Barth was a profound thinker and writer. But if you are tired of sugar-coated exegesis, you will not be disappointed with Barth.

    5:54 PM In my book, Craig Bennett qualifies as a true “prayer warrior.” (Believe me, I know). Thus, when he publishes anything about prayer, I sit up and listen. His latest post is no exception:Power of intercession. If you struggle with your prayer life as I do, learn from a master and read his essay. Craig does not merely “say prayers.” Like Epaphras (Col. 4:22), he wrestles in prayer for others. I should know. He often sends us his prayers for Becky by email. He has been a great encouragement to me to keep on wrestling in prayer for Becky’s healing. Most often my prayers are not noisy. My wrestling is usually done silently. But the conflict is unrelenting. There is a great battle going on here. And if I do not fight the battle, how can I ask others to join me?

    Prayer is a dark mystery to me. But pray I must, and will. And to those of you who, like Craig, have enjoined the battle with me, may God bless you.

    5:42 PM I guess it’s okay to comment on your own blog post, becauseJacob Cerone just did and thus cleared up for me the question I had asked earlier today.

    HERE IS A QUOTE FROM PENNINGTON (I transcribed from the recording):

    “In preparing for this, I thought I would go back and read many of the standard grammars of today that all of us use and see how they present the middle voice and particularly deponency. I’m happy to report that I was generally pleasantly surprised that there is actually more nuance and sensitivity in the way that most of these authors present middle voice and deponence. I think of Dan Wallace, Richard Young, and David Alan Black, in particular, that I looked at, and I would still disagree at a few crucial points. But I think that there is no need to be on the attack against the existing older grammars.”

    So it’s not that Dave Black is old, it’s just that he’s written an “older grammar.” I can live with that.

    Thank you so much for the clarification, Jacob. For a while there I was thinking that the best solution was to posit, in good scholarly fashion, the existence of a hypothecated document called Ur-Pennington. 

    4:33 PM We’ve been getting the house ready for a few dinner guests tomorrow. Nigusse did a fantastic job of cleaning the front porch.

    I tried my best to spiffy up the library.

    The rest of the house has been vacuumed and cleaned. Now, I know some of you are thinking, What is Becky doing having dinner guests? Well, you see, she’s had lots of help, and she is only preparing the turkey and ham, and she is letting the guests bring the rest of the fixings, and, well, you can’t keep a good lady down.

    Get the picture?

    She promised me she wouldn’t overdo it. And I am here to see that she doesn’t!

    1:48 PM Please help me! I am exegeting the following words in Jacob Cerone’s latest post, which I linked to earlier today:

    Pennington was also generous to the old grammarians. He specifically cites Dr. Black’s Learn to Read New Testament Greek and others and says that he was encouraged that they have treated the category with nuance lacking in previous grammars.

    Now, my question is this:

    Who is calling me an “old grammarian”?

    Was it Jonathan Pennington himself — das Sitz im Leben des Sprechenden?

    Or was it Jacob — das Sitz im Leben des Hörers?

    Or was it someone in the seminar who might have spoken up but whose words are now lost to us — das Sitz im Leben der Audienz?

    Sure glad I studied source criticism in seminary so I could know the right questions to ask. Or perhaps, the best answer to the question “Is Dave Black old?” might be the line Cullmann was famous for: “Schon, noch nicht”!

    12:32 PM More good stuff from the pen of Andy Bowden:Fluency in biblical languages.

    Fluency, I think, is a key component that is missing in the teaching of biblical languages. Most (American) students who learn the biblical languages can only speak their mother tongue (English). They have probably had four years of high school Spanish, which they studied because they had to, and have all but forgotten it. Personally, I’m finding that the process of learning to speak and communicate in German has greatly improved my Greek (I am currently living in Munich, Germany). Learning to speak this language has pointed out rough edges and sloppy areas in my biblical languages; it has created a greater precision in my approach to Greek. I wonder how the process of learning biblical languages would be different if students could draw from fluency in a second language.

    12:20 PM In light of Jacob Cerone’s latest blog post (We’ve Killed Deponency! Where Next?), I make the following offer: If you, dear Greek teacher/student, will take the time to read my discussion of deponency inLearn to Read New Testament Greek and tell me how you would change anything I’ve said there, I will promise to turn it to the improvement of my grammar. I am asking for your help. If you need a copy of the section covering “deponency” and the middle voice, I will be happy to send it to you as a pdf.

    FYI: Here’s Jacob’s synopsis of the discussion over “deponency” at this year’s SBL meeting in Chicago:

    The session was interesting. I thought it was a little rash to pronounce deponency dead. I just showed up to this party; but it turns out the party has dragged on like a bad SNL sketch. For this reason, I’m not capable of providing a lucid account of the proceedings here. Instead, I will give a few highlights.

    Pennington argued that the MP forms communicate subject effectedness.

    Deponency was never a category Greeks used to explain “deponent” verbs. It only came around after extensive contact with the Latin language.

    Pennington was also generous to the old grammarians. He specifically cites Dr. Black’s Learn to Read New Testament Greek and others and says that he was encouraged that they have treated the category with nuance lacking in previous grammars.

    I will conclude with this. I eagerly await Dr. Black’s Advanced Greek Grammar class. We will be discussing current issues in Greek Grammar. On second thought, Dr. Black, I’m not sure if you intended to address the matter of deponency next semester…you might want to reconsider… it isn’t all that current anymore…its…well…dead.

    12:02 PM Updatehere from Henry Neufeld on Will You Join the Cause of Global Missions? Grateful to work with publishers who put ministry above profits.

    11:53 AM Nice serendipity: While I was driving into town to do some grocery shopping for Becky, NPR’s the Diane Rehm Show was interviewing the author of a new book on the world’s 5 “Blue Zones” — places known for their longevity. (One of them, by the way, is the Seventh Day Adventist community in Loma Linda, California.) Commonalties?

    1) A healthy, plant-based diet. (Yes, some meat, especially pork, is consumed, but mostly fresh vegetables.)

    2) Regular exercise. (Not as part of an “exercise regime” but as part of daily life — working in the garden, say.)

    3) Regular naps. (I totally agree here!)

    and the most important of all:

    4) A supportive eco-system based on faith and family.

    The latter point struck me. If there’s one thing these societies have in common it’s that their elderly are valued. Most Americans celebrate youth. Blue Zones celebrate age. Elders are respected and loved. They are cared for, not by an institution, but by their own family members who are directly involved in their daily care. As one centenarian said when she was interviewed, “I wake up every morning knowing that I am loved. But more than that, that I am needed.” The interviewer went on to state that Blue Zone centenarians had a “purpose-based vocabulary.” That is, they had a reason to live.

    So, how am I doing? I have aging in-laws. How often do I tell them I love them? How often do I visit them? How often should I call them? (Personally, when your parents get into their mid-80s, I don’t think a daily call is too frequent.) Am I celebrating with them their little daily successes? Am I there for them when they need me?

    These questions challenge and haunt me. I know I can do better. I must do better.

    As for Becky, I think the one thing that is keeping her going is her strong sense that God still has work for her to do down here. I know, too, that your cards, emails, and phone calls make a huge difference. Can we do better? Probably. But thank you, yes thank you, for trying, for reaching out, for making us feel loved — and needed.

    10:45 AM Earlier today I spoke of Harold Greenlee and his wonderful talent for taking complicated subjects and making them understandable to the common Christian. For me, Harold was a role model of what a New Testament scholar should be. As I said in the preface to theFestschrift I edited in his honor, Harold masterfully combined the best of humanitas and pietas.

    He was a great New Testament scholar but he was first and foremost a Christian gentleman who had a heart for the world that Christ Jesus came to die for. He did not see or feel a dichotomy between the two callings. Neither do I. Ultimately, my scholarship means nothing unless it is placed at the feet of King Jesus in service to His followers, be they present or prospective disciples. The whole is evangelism, if you will, and discipleship. Now, I am not saying that I have always held these two callings in balance. Nor am I saying that I am always right or that all of my answers to questions of biblical interpretation are correct. What I am saying is that the New Testament scholar and the New Testament churchman can and ought to be one and the same person. It has got to be the whole man giving his whole effort to the whole task. To me there is a unity of callings that goes beyond being a “scholar” on the one hand and a “churchman” or “missionary” on the other. Unless I am greatly mistaken, this is the point Mark Stevens is trying to make in his response to Brian LePort (Does the Church Need, Or Want Academics?). Yes, indeed! The church needs and wants academics, living under the Lordship of Jesus Christ in the whole of life and not just in their private offices. In fact, I wonder if “New Testament scholarship” that does not lead people to come to Christ or to obey Him in a greater way can be called New Testament scholarship. Scholarship, perhaps, but not New Testament scholarship. To me, there is no such thing as New Testament scholarship that does not touch all of life.

    I am so grateful today for men and women like Harold Greenlee who sought (and, to a great degree) achieved that delicate balance between humanitas and pietas. Our minds are so made that we often think in terms of antithesis. But when one sees a true synthesis, when one discovers a truly integrated soul, I think this is cause for great rejoicing.

    9:24 AM Pedagogy quote of the century (source):

    …teachers have to be willing to relinquish some of the “talking” time. When teachers teach, they should do audibly what they encourage students to do in papers. Use the amount of words necessary to communicate the material the best possible way…and not much more.

    Teachers, read Stop Acting Like You’re the Only One in the Classroom. And then do it!

    9:14 AM As you know, Jacob Cerone has been discussing the place of the Living Language approach in the teaching of Koine Greek (Where to Set the Bar in Biblical Languages).  I thought Andy Bowden’s comment was profound:

    Just a thought: I’m finding that the process of learning to speak and communicate in German has greatly improved my Greek. Learning to speak a language has pointed out rough edges and sloppy areas in my biblical languages; it has created a greater precision in my approach to Greek. I wonder how the process of learning biblical languages would be different if students could draw from fluency in a second language (and no, 4 years of [American] High school Spanish does not count).

    Andy, you are so right. If I could make just one recommendation to anyone who wants to master the Greek of the New Testament, it would be this: Learn a modern foreign language. Nothing will increase your facility to translate more than that. Nothing will make you more careful with the way you handle words and concepts. Nothing will make you more linguistically oriented in your entire approach to language.

    So, can you speak a modern foreign language with a high level of fluency? If not, why not? I repeat: Nothing will increase your ability to understand and translate Koine Greek more than that.

    9:02 AM Thomas Hudgins sent me a list of changes in the new NA 28.  (Thank you, Thomas!) As everyone knows, the only differences between NA 27 and NA 28 occur in the Catholic Epistles. And even here the changes are few and far between. Of course, all of this is absolutely unimportant for the serious student of the Greek New Testament. Students, it is irrelevant which reading is printed above the line and which reading is printed below the line. It matters not which reading scholars have relegated to the textual apparatus. A Greek New Testament with an apparatus is nothing more than a repository of readings. I repeat: A Greek New Testament with an apparatus is nothing more than a repository of readings. You, the student, are the decision-maker when it comes to deciding the reading you will teach and preach. You, the student, are in the driver’s seat of text-critical decisions.

    When I was in seminary, I was taught to accept the reading printed above the line, the “assured results” of scholarship. Of course, I had been ill-trained to do anything else. That’s why textual criticism is part and parcel of my Greek 3 (syntax and exegesis) course. How could it be otherwise? It’s hard for me to understand how an evangelical, Bible-believing church can fail to get pumped up about the text of the New Testament. The embarrassment of riches we have today should make us overwhelmingly excited. Nevertheless, even with all of the helps available to us today, New Testament textual criticism is hardly an exact science. It behooves us all to learn the tools of the trade in this field, and to become our own researchers to the degree God enables us. But there is never a time or place when it is proper to surrender one’s intellect to the guild.

    At this point I would suggest you read one of the basic guides to New Testament textual criticism available today, including Harold Greenlee’s masterfulIntroduction to New Testament Textual Criticism or my ownNew Testament Textual Criticism: A Concise Guide. These books are accessible and readable. Their goal is to equip and empower you to do your own study in the Greek text of the New Testament. Our primary calling is to truth as it is rooted in Scripture. But the search for truth takes place in community, a community in which all of us should be participants, not merely observers. I want to invite you to become involved personally in this exciting task.

    Tuesday, November 20

    6:10 PM Very impressive study of participles in Philippianshere

    4:38 PM Let’s see… been a long day. While Becky was having her blood work done and her drain removed, I had to sit in the waiting room listening, ad nauseum, to Christmas music. Christmas before Thanksgiving. Does that qualify for insanity? I spoke many silent prayers during that time. Hours later, when Becky finally emerged, the first words out of her mouth were, “Well, did you hear me scream?” Actually, I hadn’t. The long and short of it is that her drain came out most reluctantly, you might say, and, yes, she felt it. On the drive home I kept pondering what had happened. I had prayed and prayed for the absence of pain, but I had always qualified my intercession with the words, “if it’s Your will.” I suppose in a perfect world all would have gone painlessly. But in a sin-marred world, sometimes you just have to bite the bullet. Why not me? Why couldn’t I have had the cancer? The stroke? The stomach perforation? I don’t know why. But He does. And when Becky screamed, did He not scream along with her? Yes! I’m sure He did. He feels our every weakness. And right now I am weak. Right now my faith is being tested, again, for the umpteenth time, as if the questions will never go away and the soul-searching will never cease. Yet there is a peace. He is my Peace. And hers. Thanks be to God.

    Sweetheart, the countertops look great. I knew you would want to see a pic.

    I love you, honey.

    8:36 AM Off to have the drain taken out at UNC. The first one hurt. So say a prayer, will you, that there’ll be less pain this time around. Thank you!

    8:33 AM If you haven’t read Joel’sSBL paper yet, what are you waiting for? It is simply outstanding. His peroration:

    I want to close this paper by suggesting that those scholars who are standing in the educational space beckon their colleagues into the open field, to get a blog, to get a co-blog, or even to make regular contributions to current blogs. We do not expect you to be our teachers for even less than you are making in now; but you will be in the educational space known as the internet. We will be in your classroom, awaiting your posts. We will buy your books; we will engage you; we will praise or disparage you, Tom Wright or Tom Wrong. Some of us will be unappreciative of you while some of us will wait up all night, sitting in a corner, awaiting you to comment back to us. But, you will be in this educational space. Here, perhaps, you will learn as much from one another and from us as we learn from you.

    The message is simple. Student/teacher of the Bible, if you aren’t blogging, you need to start. Today. It’s just that important.

    7:56 AM This will come as no surprise to anyone who has read the book of Philippians:Selflessness Leads to Spiritual Maturity

    “We saw most say they were serving in some way, but far too many are sitting down on the job – particularly when the Bible says everyone should ‘ . . . use it to serve others, as good managers of the varied grace of God’ (1 Peter 4:10; HCSB). There is a huge gap between this passage and most churches’ practice.”

    This is a report by Southern Baptists, and Southern Baptists would do well to heed its call. If we want to see the laity released into service, we should ask ourselves what we would be willing to do to make this happen. Would our churches be radical enough to change the order of our Sunday morning services and allow for greater participation from the Body? Spectatorism will not go away until we confront it head-on. Neither will passivism. Leaders, why not try it? It may rock your boat. In fact, it may tip you out completely.

    Monday, November 19

    9:28 PM Tonight I’m enjoying the world’s greatest WW 2 escape story, Free As a Running Fox. Tommy Calnan made four escapes from the clutches of his German captors, the last of which was successful. His book is dedicated “to the 50” — the airmen shot by Hitler’s henchmen after their escape from Stalag Luft 3 in Sagan in March of 1944. A Cambridge University historian has taken up the mantel of trying torecreate that Great Escape. You’ll find his work fascinating. I often think of what it would be like to visit the actual site of the former POW camp in Poland.

    While you’re at The Telegraph, here’s a story that caught my eye, being the child of divorce: Children suffer effects of parents’ divorce into adult life – study. No surprises here. And yet, don’t we all have odds we’ve had to overcome?

    See you tomorrow.

    7:52 PM Just a word of appreciation to my Th.M. student Jacob Cerone, whoseblogging from Chicago has been outstanding and ever so much better than the pabulum being offered by more experienced bibliobloggers. Each of his entries has been meaty, au courant, and just plain interesting.

    Now if we could only convince him to take more pix.

    6:28 PM Exciting news:

    1) Tomorrow the kitchen counter top will be installed at Maple Ridge. And I remember when we were gutting the floors. My, how tempus fugits when you’re having fun.

    2) I will take Becky back to UNC tomorrow morning and she will hopefully have her Jackson-Pratt drain taken out. Finally. One small step for mankind but a giant leap for us.

    3) Henry Neufeld wrote to inform me that he is willing to slash the price ofWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions? to the bones in honor of Black Friday — er, just because he’s a nice guy.

    6:07 PM Thank you, Miss Mary and Miss Kim, for the wonderful meal you brought with you today, along with those unforgettable smiles. As you can probably imagine, I’m beginning to get fat, but no one will notice, as gluttony is the one sin we Baptists love to overlook.

    1:20 PM A thousand thanks to my good friend and provost Bruce Ashford for his shout out today:David Alan Black on Global Missions

    Black’s book is not an academic treatise, but a personal challenge: “will you join the cause of global missions?” It is written in such a manner that it will connect not only with pastors or seminary students, but also Sunday schools and small groups who are seeking to better apply their lives to the Great Commission.

    Readers, please check with the publisher Henry Neufeld for discounts:pubs@energion.com.

    And, while you’re at it, you can keep up with Team Guyana here.

    12:47 PM Today was fence mending time. Literally. I had taken down more of the external fence line than I had intended to, so we needed to reset the cedars and reattach the woven wire fencing. Not having wire stretchers (and being too cheap to rent a pair for such a short job) we jury-rigged the wire to Robbie’s truck, and it did the trick. Thus, once again all 123 acres are fenced in.

    As for Becky, she’s hanging in there. We’ve been trying all day to get her into UNC to have her Jackson-Pratt drain removed but to no avail. Maybe tomorrow or Wednesday. She had some stomach issues earlier today but was able to enjoy some chicken soup and milk. Right now we’re working on getting a new water heater for Maple Ridge. Tomorrow the countertops are to be installed, Lord willing.

    So work — and life — go on 🙂

    10:38 AM The handwringing has begun over Black Friday and how capitalistic our society has become. Why we even have “early Black Friday [ = Thanksgiving Day] deals.” I imagine a good number of the handwringers are the same people who lavish gifts upon their friends and relatives at Christmas time. Becky and I haven’t brought each other — or anyone else for that matter — a Christmas gift in years. Well, it’s not OUR birthday, you know. No tree either. The money thus saved goes to fund our trips abroad, which aren’t cheap.

    For what it’s worth, I think some of the church’s worst sins are being peddled in caricatures in pulpits and religious bookstores across the nation.

    10:23 AM Much truth here:

    Source. (Do read this essay, won’t you?)

    10:16 AM Looking for some good books to read over the holidays? Here is my list of the:

    Ten Best Books for Studying New Testament Greek.

    You can also read the list in Spanish:

    Los Diez Mejores Libros para el Estudio del Griego Nuevo Testamento.

    FYI: None of my own books made the list 🙂 

    8:46 AM Contest time again! A free copy ofWhy Four Gospels? to the blogger who can tell us why he or she thinks this book is important for Gospel research. A brief post on your blog will do. If more than one of you responds, the first two bloggers to post their comments will get a gratis copy (based on the time stamp on their blogs). Contest deadline is 6:00 pm today (EST).

    7:55 AM Noted Methodist blogger Henry Neufeld ponders the question,How to cure the UMC? He asks:

    How much time needs to go into preserving the organization? Is such time well spent? Those are questions that concern me these days.

    For what it’s worth, Henry, I oncepondered a similar question regarding my own denomination. The bottom of the bottom line for me?

    I came away from the convention with a new realization that a Great Commission resurgence will not begin at the denominational level. It will end there. A Great Commission commitment must begin in our homes and marriages, and then in our local churches, each one of them. This is clearly the pattern of the book of Acts. The church at Antioch, the world’s first missional church, is proof of that.

    I hope that all of this gets sorted out at the denomination level (and I predict that it will, eventually). But even if it doesn’t, there is nothing to keep me and my local church from doing all we can to help advance God’s kingdom on earth.

    7:24 AM I noted in the latestSNTS newsletter that several New Testament scholars were elected into membership during August’s meeting, including John Byron (Ashland Theological Seminary), Roy Ciampa (Gordon-Conwell), Matthew Gordley (Regent University Divinity School), and Peter Williams (Tyndale House, Cambridge). Congratulations, one and all. There is no very tangible glory attached to this honor, but it is very pleasant to be remembered by one’s fellow scholars in this way. I am proud to say that my Basel Doktorvater, Professor Bo Reicke, once served as the president of the society. I am still hoping to be able to attend the annual meeting next year in Perth, which would make it my first trip ever Down Under.

    7:13 AM Fellow Greek students, have you had a chance yet to read Jacob Cerone’s blog post calledWhere to Set the Bar in Biblical Languages? It asks some very interesting and provocative questions. Jacob writes:

    My Greek is pathetic considering the number of semesters I have taken. But is the solution learning to hear, speak, and compose Greek? Is it our goal to revive a dead language. I understand that being able to think in a language is instrumental in understanding it. But the language is dead. There are no remaining speakers of koine Greek. The conversation has stopped. Anything that modern day “speakers” of koine compose will, by definition, be artificial.

    Perhaps I could make a brief comment.

    Have you ever noticed how easy is it for us scholars to mount one subject and ride round and round on it without being able to dismount? One such theme today is this: no one really knows Koine Greek unless he or she is able to speak it. Upon this excellent morality all the variations of forceful argumentation come into play. Teachers who know Greek much better than I do but who cannot speak the language might be imagined to have just squandered their lives away!

    It is only fair to say that I am not at all unsympathetic to this call to conversation. I made myself clear on the subject when I was asked about it at the Criswell College a couple of months back. “What do you think of Daniel Streett and his approach to teaching Greek conversationally?” My reply was simply, “I don’t use it myself, but I wish him every success.” But after all, I was there to lecture on the discourse structure of a New Testament book, not as a purveyor of pedagogy. I suspect that the Living Language Method will prove less effective than its proponents claim, yet it is easy for a traditionalist like myself to be deluded as to the actual impressions made on the minds of students. I imagine there are some pretty striking differences between the modes of presentation of a Daniel Streett or a Randall Buth and a Dave Black. Greek students sitting on a hillside in Galilee asking themselves in Koine Greek “What is this?” seem a different order of beings from those in my classroom who can be heard rattling off person-number suffixes. Or maybe I am exaggerating the differences? As I said at Criswell, I suppose the proof of the pudding will be one’s ability to soundly exegete a text of Scripture. That said, I wish the Living Language folk well, and (I suppose) Jacob does also. But I will let him have the last word:

    The bar should be raised. Why are we not reading more Greek? Why are we not building vocabulary? Will we not be able to better understand the structure of koine Greek by forcing ourselves to read koine literature widely?

    Sunday, November 18

    4:42 PM Did I mention that Becky just got Nigusse registered for the spring semester? He will take three courses: Intro to Christian Ethics, Hebrew Syntax and Exegesis, and (of course) the LXX class. I will be teaching 2 sections of Greek 2, Advanced Greek Grammar, and co-teaching the LXX class with Bob Cole — i.e., four courses instead of my usual three.

    It’s amazing when you think that Nigusse is almost half way through his M.Div. program.

    4:36 PM Photo update:

    1) I picked these roses for Becky this morning. The rose bush came from her mother. We think of her whenever we see these beautiful flowers.

    2) My job du jour was to walk the fence line (all 123 acres worth) and post new signs, now that hunting season has started.

    3) I don’t know if I ever showed you a picture of the live creek that runs through the farm.

    4) As you are aware, a couple of months ago the East Coast was hit by a huge wind and rain storm that caused a great deal of damage to homes and property all up and down the coast. This gate used to sit 300 yards to the north of where I found it today, a victim of the storm of the decade.

     

    5) Finally, what would life be like without friends? Here the Prices and Miss Mary stop by to deliver Sunday dinner.

    And a most delicious supper it was. Thank you!

    9:54 AM Just cleaned the kitchen. “The work of a Beethoven, and the work of a charwoman, become spiritual on precisely the same condition, that of being offered to God, of being humble ‘as to the Lord'” (C. S. Lewis, Transposition and Other Essays).

    9:08 AM This and that …

    1) We’ll be staying home today. B’s not strong enough to attend church — yet. That day will come 🙂

    2) Allow me to join Paul Himes in congratulatingJoe Greene on his successful dissertation defense at SEBTS. His dissertation title? “The Realization of the Heavenly Temple in John’s Gospel: Jesus and the Spirit.”

    3) “No Wait, No Weight.” That’s what Eisenbrauns is calling itsPDF books, which they are now selling at SBL/AAR. Ya gotta love it.

    4) Speaking of the annual conference, I vote for Honolulu as the venue for the next SBL. I volunteer to give free surfing lessons.

    Saturday, November 17

    6:00 PM Today I would have been flying to Guyana with the SEBTS team. But I have no regrets or complaints. As I told Becky this evening, “I am right where I want to be, here by your side.” I remember so vividly sitting in the ED at Halifax Regional Hospital when Becky was first diagnosed with a perforated stomach (or perforated bowel, or whatever — they weren’t too sure what was perforated at the time). I suspected then this would turn out to be one of the wildest adventures of our married life, and I was right. Today she is able to get out of bed on her own, and I’m struck all over again at just how awesome our God is. Becky and I are incredibly close, despite the fact that we so are different and have completely different backgrounds. I am now, more than ever, convinced that God is not through with us yet as a married couple. I am, also, more thankful than ever. 

    5:44 PM Becky’s doing good. Or better. The day started out rough. It seems we have one good day followed by a not-so-good day. As I type she’s laughing and enjoying talking with her mom and dad in Dallas. Did I tell you her temperature is back to normal again? Praise the Lord — and thank you for praying. Yes, I know you pray. You love her as I do.

    Not as much, though 🙂

    3:32 PM This morning, when I awoke, I knew it would be one of those perfect fall days, with no trace of cloud in the sky and every blade of grass covered with a silver crust of frozen fog. The temperature was in the 40s but was improving rapidly as the sun rose higher above the horizon. It was obvious by 9:00 am that the weather would be perfect for working outdoors.

    Caleb and Rob, both seminarians, showed up just then to begin their work of helping me clear the Rabbit Ear Fields, which had grown a bit unsightly through the years and desperately needed a haircut.

    Here’s Rob wielding his Farm Boss.

    Ditto for Caleb.

    Nigu and I did the grunt work of removing branches and stumps.

    Then it was time for me to get out my trusty old razor blade (bushhog) and get to work trimming the edges.

    Et voila! Looks a bit neater, wouldn’t you say?

    Makes a very nice backdrop to this very old barn (ca. 1790).

    Maple Ridge is also getting a facelift, as you know. Here she is in all her glory. Not bad for an old house (ca. 1820).

    That’s all, folks! 

    8:12 AM Odds and ends …

    1) Fellow Energion author Robert Cornwall talks about his forthcoming book, God Is In This Place:Becoming a Spirit-Empowered Church That Touches the World with the Love of God. He asks:

    Whether you believe that God intervenes in the affairs of this world from outside or not, can you conceive of the possibility that there are events in time and space that reveal to us the presence and power of God? Can you envision points in time where the presence and work of God is revealed in tangible ways?

    Yes, Bob, yes, in so many ways. Looking forward to reading your book.

    2) Today a couple of seminary students are headed to the farm to help me clear some woods and do some bushhogging. I hope they don’t work me too hard.

    3) Theend of Twinkies? Maybe we should end them in our sermons too.

    4) “The evangelical subculture, which prizes conformity above all, doesn’t suffer rebels gladly, and it is especially intolerant of anyone with the temerity to challenge the shibboleths of the Religious Right.” Randall Balmer.

    5) Grant Osborne will be honored with awell-deserved Festschrift.

    Friday, November 16

    7:20 PM One of my favorite bloggers does it again. ReadTalking about the Millennial Generation. The money quote:

    Just as Paul rejected getting paid for evangelizing because it was a stumbling block and a barrier to the Gospel, we need to tone down our political activism on both sides of the spectrum so that people don’t see an elephant or a donkey when they talk to us, they see Jesus.

    It is more than an embarrassment for the evangelical church in America that we have gone forth into the world with gun and Bible, flag and cross. By the grace of God, I desire that my faith extend toward everything – my family, my country, my church, and all that has to do with the spiritual kingdom that Christ is building on this dreadful planet. Moment by moment, I am learning to be utterly dependent upon Him and committed to His “Gospel of peace” (Eph. 6:15), not the idol of Americanism.

    7:12 PM Here’s Nigusse’s fiancée, Netsanet.

    She is currently experiencing a bout of malaria and could use our prayers. We love you Netsanet! We’re praying for you! Papa B.

    7:06 PM Greek students, here’s yet another very useful online resource that I urge you to take advantage of:NT Greek Studies. A word of warning: Don’t get lost — there are so many interesting tangents to follow!

    6:24 PM Tonight I’m sitting here thinking back to last summer, to my trip to Ethiopia (my 16th), to the crazy, zany, committed people I went with, people who would give everything to see the Light come to the Horn of Africa.

    God is so good to me to allow me to know these people. I want you to see their faces, to feel the love they have, to get a visual of what it means to be a missionary in Africa.

    There is no way I can ever fathom how much my Father loves me. The Love that opens doors for service. The Love that brings us to our knees. The Love that fills us as we pour ourselves out again and again.

    Most of you know that Becky and I are fulltime missionaries to Ethiopia, even though we do not actually live in that country. One of the hardest things about being a missionary is spending time on “home assignment.”

    But I’ve got to remember that all ministry, whether of word or deed, whether there or here, is equally acceptable and pleasing to God as long as it is motivated by love.

    Speaking about missions is a good start, whether in my classes or when I am invited to be a guest speaker in a church somewhere. No one better than a missionary can inspire people to a life of sacrifice for Jesus.

    Our Ethiopia team members do an exceptional job of presenting missions in churches, clubs, and even public schools. Some are mechanics, pharmacists, nurses, teachers, but they each have a dramatic story to tell.

    None of us is a “professional,” but that hasn’t intimated us in the least. We tell it like it is, good and bad, though we emphasize the positive simply because there is so much positive to report.

    Being on “home assignment” is also an excellent opportunity for assessment — taking stock of what has happened in the past and what lies ahead. Setting goals and objectives is an on-going process.

    Has there been a “return on investment”? (The investor, of course, is God.) Have the results been God-honoring? What concerns need to be dealt with? Is the fruit “remaining”?

    Success in each of these areas can be measured. But however we answer these questions, the bottom line is that “success” for a missionary is measured primarily by obedience to God’s leading every day, whether one is in Ethiopia or Virginia.

    I’ve never met anyone who has served Jesus as a missionary say that he or she regrets the experience. The missional life is a life that makes a difference. It’s the greatest adventure and challenge in the world. It is the book of Acts being lived out in Technicolor.

    Peter Wagner once said, “Once you ask Jesus Christ to take control of your life, involvement in world missions is no longer optional.”

    As I understand missions, the greatest need today is not to do the work of church planting. There are already churches in Ethiopia, in China, in Egypt, in Iraq, in Iran even.

    We make the greatest difference, I think, by coming alongside our Christian brothers and sisters and partnering with them with our prayers, our pocketbooks, and, when possible, our presence.

    “Wait a minute, Dave,” you say. “I thought you were a Greek professor, not a missionary!” In a sense you’re right. But we must not neglect the one for the other.

     Teaching Greek may be my job, but the Great Commission is my business. Fulltime.

    The call to be a disciple-maker is our chief calling as Christians, whatever our specific employment night be. We are all called to “go and bear fruit — fruit that will last” (John 15:16).

    “If you love me,” said Jesus, “you will obey what I command” (John 14:15). And that is the heart of the matter.

    Our God is a sending God. “As the Father sent me, I am sending you” (John 20:21). Every Christian is sent, just as Jesus was sent.

    If you are a genuine Christian, you are a missionary.

    We are called to go even if it is only to the next block. The only question is: Are we going?

    So, who does God use? These pictures have told us. He uses you and me — but only if we give Him permission to do so.

    Have you ever consciously chosen to deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow Jesus? If not, perhaps this prayer will help you take that first step.

    Dear Lord Jesus, I confess that I have loved my life more than I have loved you. I have failed to live that sacrificial lifestyle that you want me to live. Beginning this moment, I am willing to accept inconvenience and even suffering if necessary to serve you. All that I have and all that I am is now yours.

    Amen.

    4:50 PM And now for a lesson from my surfing days in Hawaii.

    Did you know that surfing is about 80 percent doing things other than riding waves? In other words, about 80 percent of “surfing” is actually spent either paddling out, waiting for a wave, or else swimming like crazy trying to retrieve your board (this was before leashes became popular). But the 80 percent made the other 20 percent possible — and worth it. I mean, really worth it. Likewise, love has a price tag. A huge price tag. Gain comes only through loss, joy through sorrow, fulfillment by being unfulfilled, life out of death. And, may I add, it means giving up control of your circumstances. Like waiting for a set of waves, you must be patient. In fact, there are no promises the waves will ever come. You must accept, positively and proactively, whatever is given. If God is in control of our lives (and He surely is), then whatever is given to us is subject to His control and is meant ultimately for our good.

    Husband, wife. What are you waiting for? Patience doesn’t seem to accomplish much. But we can be sure that God is at work. So let Him finish the work He’s begun in your marriage. I’ve got to believe that He’s not going to let you just sit there forever.

    1:30 PM Here’s a wonderful post calledGrowing Older Gracefully. I cannot help but respond with a prayer of my own.

    Lord, forgive me for being afraid of aging, for trying to hang on to health. Help me to realize what my real needs are, that beauty is more than external, and can only come from You. I am blessed to have so many older saints who love me and pray for me. Together, we are all on the same journey, but they are perhaps closer to Home. I glimpse, through their eyes, the startling brevity of life, the tremendous importance of doing now what I think I can postpone. Thank you, God, for the older saints in my life. May I take time to tell them how much they mean to me.

    Amen.

    9:40 AM Just prepping you for the LXX course:  

    Μακάριος ἀνήρ, ὃς οὐκ ἐπορεύθη ἐν βουλῇ ἀσεβῶν καὶ ἐν ὁδῷ ἁμαρτωλῶν οὐκ ἔστη καὶ ἐπὶ καθέδραν λοιμῶν οὐκ ἐκάθισεν, ἀλλ ἢ ἐν τῷ νόμῳ κυρίου τὸ θέλημα αὐτοῦ, καὶ ἐν τῷ νόμῳ αὐτοῦ μελετήσει ἡμέρας καὶ νυκτός.

    8:17 AM If you’re new here, just a reminder: There is indeed an “un-RSS feed” for my “unblog.”

    8:02 AM Can Wesleyans learn anything from Calvinists?Much in every way.

    7:58 AM Quote of the day (Keith Essex):

    In a zealous effort to be extremely accurate in explanation of Scripture with constant references to Hebrew and Greek, a young preacher can inadvertently create some anxiety in his church members by undermining trust in their own English Bibles. It may also engender feelings of inadequacy for those not trained in the languages.

    Thank you, Thomas, for sharing it with us. My own advice? Leave the dust and debris of the workplace behind when you begin teaching. People aren’t even faintly interested in “the aorist passive imperative.” They are interested in 1) what the text is saying, and 2) what it is telling us to do. 

    Of course, rules are meant to be broken occasionally!

    7:43 AM How do you build genuine community in a church?

    Jesus’ disciples enjoyed community simply because Jesus and not a set of dogmas was at the center of their life. They never tried to “build community.” They didn’t have to. Community was the result of being united in the Christian mission; community emerged naturally when they committed themselves to something bigger than themselves. And so it is in the church today. It is my personal observation that most Christians begin to enjoy genuine community only when they begin to serve the poor, evangelize the lost, and plant churches. The glue that unites them is the missional task of loving their neighbors. A shared sense of mission drives them to community. Their congregations are mission-shaped. Like Jesus, they literally go. For them the Bible, not tradition, is normative, and they hold themselves accountable to each other in love even while they work closely with the surrounding neighborhood, developing strong links between Christians and not-yet Christians.

    FromWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions?

    Thursday, November 15

    8:22 PM Have you listened to Biblical Hebrew being read lately? I just lovethis site. Listen and enjoy!

    8:15 PM Can you believe it? It’s contest time again!

    But not mine:

    Email me with your answers at jacobncerone@gmail.comand win a free copy of Dr. Black’s Using New Testament Greek in Ministry: A Practical Guide for Students and Pastors.

    Hey, a free book, just for having fun! Check it outhere.

    7:52 PM My personal assistant Thomas Hudgins and I have written an essay called “Jesus on Anger (Matt 5,22a): A History of Recent Scholarship.” It will appear early next year in a major Festschrift for a good friend and colleague in Spain. In 1992, H. Scharen wrote:

    The Greek text of this verse [Matt 5:22] has no variant readings deserving serious consideration.

    We would respectfully disagree with this assessment. Did Jesus forbid all anger or only anger “without cause”? This is not an unimportant question. By the way, ours has been a cooperative venture. Working with Thomas has been a fun and enjoyable project. I hope to do more of this — much more — in the years ahead as I train up a new generation of scholar-teachers to replace old fuddy-duddies like me. If Paul could have his Tertius (Rom. 16:22), I guess I can have my Thomas.

    A final thought: Primus, Secundus, Tertius, Quartus, Quintus, Sextus, Septimus, Octavius, Nonus, Decimus– all of these Roman names are actually numerals. Seems a bit odd to us today perhaps, but I do have a brother-in-law named Quinton!

    7:25 PM Our Becky has a slightly elevated temperature. I’ll be monitoring it closely over the course of the next few days. Thank you, thank you, for praying.

    Thank you, God, for our physical bodies. For all they can feel and do and touch and sense. For the sweet satisfaction of walking and working and relaxing. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, as You said.

    Lord, Becky’s body is hurt, scarred, battered. Oh Christ, bless those who have performed her surgery, even though it has weakened her body and made it susceptible to disease and infection. Now please heal and correct and ward off the threats. Let Becky rise from her sick bed with new energy, courage, and optimism. Help us both to remember that when life itself seems too much, You are always there for us. Tonight, as we lay down to sleep, let us flow softly and gently into Your healing rest.

    In the powerful name of Jesus I do pray,

    Amen.

    5:15 PM A Thursday shout out to one of my Greek students, Landon Metts, who is a published author. Here’sproof:

    I love that title. He and I have agreed to swap books. Looking forward to reading your tome, Landon.

    4:58 PM Greek students, a reminder: Jacob Cerone has produced a set of fantastic vocabulary flash cards for my beginning grammar. You can find themhere.You will need to find the section that says “Sets (92)” then scroll down. Try them — you might like them! 

    4:46 PM More reasons to love the Anabaptists:

    Over the span of 31 years of teaching my understanding of the Christian faith and politics has changed in several significant ways. One of the most important is that I have come to identify myself not so much with the Reformers of the sixteenth century but rather with the Anabaptist dissenters whom they opposed (often to the death) – those simple men and women who believed that the church needed, not reforming, but rebuilding from the ground up. This process of rebuilding involved more than merely insisting upon believers (or adult) baptism as the only legitimate form of baptism. Of far greater significance was the fact that the Anabaptists of the sixteenth century, precisely because they held to believers baptism, taught that it was necessary for the church to be completely separate from the state, since the state included all members of society. Moreover, because in their theology the church consisted only of believers, the Anabaptists were convinced that every Christian was a Gospel missionary and therefore must preach and evangelize in order to bring people to faith. Indeed, since Christ had commanded His followers to love even their enemies, it was impossible for a Christian to restrict love and service only to fellow Christians.

    FromThe Jesus Paradigm.

    2:33 PM Want to help me solve a mystery?

    Okay, put your thinking caps on — you’re going to need them.

    Today I ran errands in town, one of which was to stop by Food Lion and do some shopping for Thanksgiving Day. Here’s part of the list Becky gave me:

    Note carefully the third item from the top:

    packages of disg (2-3)

    Can you guess what that means? Neither could I. So I stopped and asked an employee, and he didn’t know either. Then it occurred to me: You need to ask a woman, dummy. And sure enough: After about 10 minutes of some serious cogitation she was able to decipher the riddle for me. At first she examined the entire list for clues about Becky’s handwriting, so as to be sure we had correctly identified the disputed letters. That didn’t help. The next step in her logic was to ask herself if there was any rhyme or reason to the order of the items in the list. And that’s when the light bulb came on. The mystery word was:

    drsg

    Which, of course, stands for “dressing.” See it now? Becky needed 2-3 packages of dressing (also called stuffing). The giveaway? The word “celery” of course.

    So that was my excitement for the day. While in town I also took Nigusse in for his perfunctory haircut (a home cut is not good enough for him). I think Wayne the Barber enjoys preening over Nigu as much as Nigu enjoys being preened  over.

    Finally, since Becky is feeling a bit stronger, I am able to return to my much-needed duties as the official Gofer of Maple Ridge. A pile of trash needed to be collected and gotten rid of, and who better to do that job than the world’s greatest klutz?

    Today I am working on two writing projects that must be completed by mid-January. One is an invited essay on the kingdom of God for the Southeastern Journal of Theology. The other is an essay on Greek for a new Bible encyclopedia. So students, you are not the only ones with writing deadlines.

    9:42 AM This and that …

    1) “It is a great thing to be on the mount with God, and the mountains are meant for inspiration and meditation; but one is taken there only to go down afterwards among the demon-possessed and lift them up.” Oswald Chambers.

    2) This looks like a very interesting debate: Is Modern Israel a Fulfillment of Bible Prophecy? I am thinking about ordering the DVD, but I would first like to know if anyone has watched it. If so, would you recommend it?

    3) It’s been a while since my last shout out to my good friend Kevin Brown, whose daughter Katy was married last Saturday. (SeeKevin’s blog for a full report.) Nigusse was able to attend the ceremony and brought back these beautiful pictures.

    I have greatly enjoyed getting to know the Brown family through the years. God opened the door for Kevin and Katy to travel to Ethiopia with us more than once. So grateful for you guys.

    Congratulations, Katy and Josh!

    4) Another takeaway from the book of Ephesians (which Becky and I have been reading in our morning devotionals). Paul says we are to “pray at all times, as the Spirit leads.” That is a profound thought. Prayer has to cease being a do-it-yourself activity. If the Holy Spirit isn’t praying, neither should I be praying. At the same time, I cannot pray unless the Spirit is praying (Rom. 8:26-27). Prayer, then, is sort of an inter-Trinitarian process in which God speaks to Himself through me. Do I understand how that works? No. But I want to learn what it means to “pray in the Spirit.” Even when, like Job, I cry out against God to challenge Him. I’ve simply got to talk it Him. Especially in times of disappointment and trouble. I’m learning that to ask God to bless the day, no matter how bad that day is going, is somehow to improve it. Prayer allows me to tap into a mysterious source of energy. With God, there are no walls. He understands. Truly. He knows the good and bad of me. And from His understanding I receive understanding. In Him alone I find my reassurance.

    Thank you, Lord, for this insight this morning. It bespeaks my lack of faith, my tendency to dress up my prayers to make them “acceptable” to you. Lord, help me to remember how good you are. And please, Lord, be tolerant of me in my struggles. Indeed, help me to be tolerant with myself.

    In Jesus’ name, Amen.

    5) This pic is for my fellow gardener Mark the Green Thumb Stevens:

    Our growing season is coming to end, sadly. The Lord is putting the ground to sleep for the winter. Another reminder that “to everything, there is a season.”

    Wednesday, November 14

    6:40 PM In case you didn’t know it, the SEBTS faculty iswell-represented at this year’s annual ETS meeting. So proud of my colleagues.

    6:33 PM Years ago – in fact, exactly 32 years ago – Becky and I left for Basel, Switzerland to begin the adventure of a lifetime. I dreamed of travelling to historic places, meeting lots of new people, and having to master the German language. For me, studying abroad was a defining experience that changed my life forever. That’s why I recommended it to a student yesterday – and, in fact, I recommend it to any student who is contemplating a doctorate in biblical studies. If you go abroad with a sincere desire to learn and grow, then you are practically guaranteed to return to the U.S. a better person with a greater understanding of cultural contexts. It will stretch you, that’s for sure. So if you feel led to explore a NT doctorate overseas, here are two great links for you to peruse:

    NT profs in Germany

    UK NT Lecturers

    Studying abroad will certainly challenge you on several levels at once, but it can really enhance your academic experience. Why not give it a look-see?

    6:30 PM I saw something today I had never seen before. I was watching an online sermon and the pastor told his congregation he would allow for a time of questions and answers after his message. Now, that’s not necessarily very earthshaking. But what WAS new to me was his invitation for people to text their question to a certain number on the screen. What an amazing thing. And what a great way to use social media. As my good friend Ant Greenham writes in his new bookThe Questioning God, God is not afraid of our questions. The publisher’s blurb states:

    The author finds that questions are not just valuable, they are essential for serious human interaction. “As questioning beings,” he concludes, “there is no limit to what we might ask, but our questions must always be anchored in the questioning God’s enduring concern to engage us.”

    Pastor friend, do not fear questions. Allow people (at least occasionally, perhaps right after your message or during the Sunday School hour) to examine your words critically and closely. It is one thing to teach truth. It is another thing for truth to be understood. I’m simply asking you to allow people some input, a modicum of interaction. It will make you a better teacher, that’s for sure.

    Speaking of sermons, here’s an interesting blog post called The absolute, most influential thing in our church is the pulpit. The author states:

    If you do not think the pulpit is the most important part of your ministry, please repent in thought and/or action.

    Here’s a different perspective:

    Someone who feels he/she must be in control of a church gathering or who must be the one speaking, teaching, preaching, whatever, then that person is not actually leading in the way that leading in described in Scripture. This is true even if that person has be [sic] placed in some type of leadership position. A leader among the church will both edify the church and will give plenty of opportunities for others to edify the church as well.

    What do you think? Should the sermon be the most important part of the church meeting? If not, why not?

    6:20 PM Do you remember what you were doing exactly 9 years ago? I know what I was doing. I was just starting this blog. It’s hard to believe it was so long ago. For me, blogging is a great way of keeping everyone up-to-date on what’s going on in my life without running up the phone bill. When I began blogging, I was prepared to update it frequently. I never dreaded “having to blog.” I did notice that nothing has changed in 9 years about my blog’s design and layout. I had lots of help in setting it up originally, and I’ve always felt it was a great blog design. Or maybe I’m just stuck in a rut. At any rate, I leave you with myfirst post ever with the hopes that you will continue to visit us once in a while:

    6:00 AMIntroducing the DBO blog: news, commentary, musings, and miscellaneous blatherings from your web host. I begin with a quotation from one of my all-time favorite authors, Malcolm Muggeridge, from his book Confessions of a Twentieth Century Pilgrim:

    Changing from teaching to journalism, he discovers, is not as drastic as might be supposed. Both professions are exercises in fantasy; the instruction that teachers pass on to their classes is as dubious as the news and comment that journalists pass on to their readers. Such difference as there is lies in the time factor; within reason, the Teacher can devote as much time as he likes to expounding his subject, whereas the Journalist is exclusively concerned with the immediate present. The Teacher, that is to say, is liable to be a long-drawn out bore; the Journalist, an instant one. Otherwise, there are in the same business–as St Augustine puts it, “Vendors of words.”

    Being a de novo web journalist, in addition to passing myself off as a teacher, I find quite an interesting (and often challenging) combination. The sincere prayer of my heart is that of an ancient saint:

    God, humble my pride, extinguish the last stirrings of my ego, obliterate whatever remains of worldly ambition and carnality, and in these last days of a mortal existence, help me to serve only Thy purposes, to speak and write only Thy words, to think only Thy thoughts, to have no other prayer than: “Thy will be done.” In other words, to be a true Convert.

    Do stop by often, as these ruminations will be coming to you at any time of day or night.

    6:14 PM Got time for a brief photo update?

    1) So glad to get my bound copy of Jesus and the Prophet Like Moses. David Coker did an excellent job on this, his Th.M. thesis. Congratulations, young man.

    2) So grateful for Miss Kimberly staying with Becky while I was on campus today.

    She also cooked a great supper for us tonight.

    Kimberly and her husband Joel faithfully serve Jesus at Clement Baptist Church near Roxboro, NC. Her husband is one of the few students who have had me for Greek who can actually teach from his Greek New Testament. You guys are fabulous. Thank you for loving us so well.

    3) Found these books waiting for me when I got to the office. Have already sent out most of them as gift/review copies.

    4) Today I met with Robert Cole to hammer out the syllabus for our Spring 2013 LXX class. This will be the second time we’ve team taught the course.

    Bob is an Old Testament expert, a real renaissance man who loves the rhetorical dimensions of the text. I’ll try to handle the Greek side of things. I think it’s good modeling for students to see their profs interacting and even disagreeing with each other (which Bob and I do a lot). I’m thankful for Bob’s support of my crazy idea that we teach this class together. I know my own perspective on the text is always challenged (in a positive way) whenever I interact with him. I am only beginning to recognize the value of team teaching and, in fact, Alvin Reid (missions and evangelism prof) and I are now in the early stages of planning a team-taught course on Philippians (which is all about missions). There’s an interesting dynamic that occurs when multiple teachers grapple with the text, and that includes our student-teachers (yes, each student will be responsible for leading a class discussion in the LXX course). It is virtually impossible to stick with a teacher-centered mentality when engaged in a team-taught course. The text itself becomes the center of attention, as it always should be.

    A final reminder: the class size will be limited, so plan on enrolling early if you want to take the course.

    5) The porch is finished. Whadya think?

    Monday, November 12

    7:20 PM Our thanks to the Collie family for their wonderful visit this evening and the meal they left behind.

    It was a tough Monday for Becky, just in terms of being physically grueling, what with the drive and the challenge of all those staples having to be removed. We finished the last of her antibiotics over the weekend, so now we’re on the lookout for infection to rear its ugly head. So far, so good, in that department, but please keep on praying for healing. Steady as she goes, steady as she goes, I keep telling myself. It’s “only” been three weeks.

    She is one tough cookie, I’ll tell you that much.

    6:22 PM So, who will win a free copy ofPaul, Apostle of Weakness? Let me have the hat, if you please. Now the drum roll…. And the winners are:

    Mark Stevens

    Arthur  Sido

    Gentlemen, if I may have your snail mail address, I will get the books out in tomorrow’s mail.

    5:34 PM Tonight for supper we enjoyed pork chops with garden greens and sweet potato salad …

    … compliments of Ben and Sheila Abernathy, dear friends from Central Virginia.

    Homemade pecan pie awaits us for dessert 🙂

    Thank you, Ben and Sheila!

    We love you!

    3:50 PM Hello friends,

    I plan on getting back to the subject of Becky’s condition soon, but this afternoon I want to share an insight I believe the Lord gave me about the church. As I prepare myself to go  over 1 Thessalonians, chapter 5, with my Greek class (esp. verses 12-22), I’m struck by the emphasis Paul places upon the church as community. The “church” — I believe Paul would say if we were to ask him for a definition —  is a charismatic organism rather than an institutionalized organization. The great danger for the church is for it to become encased in institutionalized structures. As I argue in my bookThe Jesus Paradigm, these structures may be helpful and in some cases even necessary, but they are never sacred. Throughout church history there has always been a tendency to absolutize the structures while at the same time neglecting biblical truth. But the Gospel requires that we prioritize truth over structures. Always. For example, if, in your study of the Scriptures, you should determine that there are 10 marks of the church (not 9 as you once thought, or, conversely that there are only 8 instead of 9), then it seems to me that you are scripturally obligated to change your structure. In other words, our manmade structures aren’t necessarily valid, scripturally. And since all manmade structures are culturally-determined to a certain degree, they should be subjected to continuous re-examination to determine their fidelity to the teachings of Jesus and the apostles. In short, organizations should always be willing to become “radical” (in the sense of being willing to return to the roots of Scripture). Hence, whatever organizations we establish will always be secondary to the church and redundant. It is the local church alone that must remain the locus of God’s activity today.

    One more question — and one prompted by Arthur Sido’sexcellent review of Eric Metaxas’ biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Since all of us are susceptible of being trapped in rigid institutional patterns, the question might be asked: Was Bonhoeffer guilty of this when he allowed himself to be drawn into the plot to assassinate Hitler? Bonhoeffer, at heart, was a radical Christian. He utterly rejected the platform of the so-called German Christians and instead aligned himself with the Confessing Church movement. His faith was vividly biblical. And yet I have always had the nagging suspicion that his support of the plotters was out-of-character for him. How in the world could he justify his actions biblically? As Arthur points out in his review, we may never know; even this latest “definitive” biography seems to shun such an uncomfortable question. I note, too, how quickly our “urgent” movements are discarded, replaced by another one. (As far as I know, there is no Confessing Church movement in Germany today.) The church will have to decide between an increasingly bureaucratic model for its life and a more charismatic one based on the simple teachings of Jesus (e.g., “Love your enemies”). As Paul makes clear in 1 Thess. 5:12-22, the Spirit must be free to produce the gifts that keep the church healthy and productive. If we do not learn to wait upon the Lord, to be sensitive to His Spirit’s leading, we face the very grave danger of “quenching the Spirit.”

    I encourage all of you to read this latest biography of one of the most interesting and complex Christians of our time. But read it questioningly. In the meantime, imitate the God who is revealed in Jesus (Eph. 5:1-2), not the God revealed in your own traditions.

    1:14 PM Becky and I just returned from yet another hot date to UNC.

    And I’ve got some very good news. We had an excellent appointment at the wound clinic, and the word is that Becky’s wound is almost healed. This news, plus the fact that Becky successfully had all 37 of her staples removed today, calls for great rejoicing…

    … and a long nap.

    6:06 AM I originally wrote this piece on Dec. 9, 2009. Today being a very important day for Becky and me in our earthly pilgrimage together, I think it’s perhaps appropriate to repost it here:Sister Wife

    Off to the hospital.

    Sunday, November 11

    7:55 PM Could I get a couple of you to be praying for Becky as we go back to UNC for a post-op checkup tomorrow? Just the ride there and back will be exhausting for her. Hoping to have her staples removed as well as a consult with her lead oncologists. Thanks.

    6:12 PM The view from our porch this fine evening.

    Getting ready to enjoy some homemade vegetable soup, courtesy of Miss Judy from church. Becky continues to improve. So much to be grateful for.

    11:41 AM If you will be attending the annual ETS meeting this month, here’s a helpfullist of papers on the book of Hebrews. If I could make just one recommendation:

    Benjamin Laird (University of Aberdeen)
    Hebrews and the Circulation of the Pauline Corpus in Early Christianity

    Yes, Ben is a former student of mine 🙂

    11:33 AM Reading this list offorthcoming commentaries on the Bible will exhaust you.  If I may be allowed to unburden myself of some truisms:

    1) Commentaries are indispensible tools of the trade for students of the Bible. This is not to say that no fields in this paradisiacal garden are susceptible of improvement. This applies mostly to commentaries that simply repeat the results of what other commentators say. (Yes, we know who you are.)

    2) We expect too much, however, from commentaries. Students need to be taught to shoulder the burden of accurate learning for themselves.

    3) One cannot make bricks without straw. The most useful commentaries are those written by scholars whose mature judgment has been proven by their previous publications and lifestyle. (Case in point:Harold Hoehner.)

    Thank God for commentary writers. And thank God for students who use the commentaries judiciously.

    10:12 AM Quote of the day (Chris Freet): 

    Again, let us not forget that the Holy Spirit does not come in child-size. The Holy Spirit is one size fits all–even for the children.

    Read“But what about the children?”

    9:50 AM Good morning, friends! If you’ve just joined my blog, you know that I’m big into Greek and missions, less so into politics. I have no illusions about the value of my services as social commentator, but Armistice/Veterans Day seems to require at least a brief comment. World War I was the “war to end war.” Of course, nothing could have been further from the truth. Like the nations of Europe, the U.S. became ensnared in a fatal cycle of suspicion, fear, armaments, and warfare. Our naive expectation that we could organize the world upon principles of goodwill and peace proved to be a gross underestimation of the power of national jealousy. Today there are far more armaments and nationalistic hubris than in 1914. As someone has said, war preparations get us nowhere — but into another war.

    We read much these days about nationalism, Pax Americana, a New World Order, “my country right or wrong.” Such thoughts would have horrified our nation’s founders. We so easily forget that our citizenship as Christians is not here on this earth but in heaven because we are members of a heavenly commonwealth (Phil. 3:20). We belong to the only Christian nation that ever existed because we are the people of God. Worldly nations contain Christians and may be influenced by Christian principles, but there will never be a Christian nation except the blood-bought children of God.

    As in olden times, so today: God’s people need to be what they are—heavenly colonials and holy nationals, a Master’s Minority in a pagan land. I am grateful to be an American, but America is not a Christian nation. America is a mission field. This Veterans Day, let’s remember that a holy nation lives to show forth the praises of Him who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light. The one thing we’re supposed to be doing is imitating Jesus’ sacrificial love for others. Whatever else we do this day, let’s aim at replicating that love!

    And now, on a totally unrelated note: Becky still has no spasms in her abdomen. Just normal belly pain. It’s frankly amazing to see the power of prayer up close and personal. As one person wrote this morning in an email,

    Praise God for the answered prayer when the elders prayed for Becky. What a blessing it is that your church indeed will put into simple practice what Scripture commands us, and leave the outworking of it to our Lord.

    Amen to that.

    Blessings,

    Dave

    Saturday, November 10

    7:28 PM Becky has not had any of that horrible, spasmodic abdominal pain since our elders prayed with her. Is this the miracle I had been hoping for? God knows.

    Right now we’re enjoying Pride and Prejudice. My favorite part? The accents — that, and Mr. Collins.

    4:58 PM Contest time! I will be sending a free copy ofPaul, Apostle of Weakness to two bloggers. Just write and tell me you will publish a book note or review on your blog when you receive the volume. If there are more than two requests, I will draw the names out of a hat. Winners will be announced Monday evening.

    12:38 PM Please join Becky and me in praying for her mom, Betty Lapsley, who has just been admitted to a hospital in Dallas with a serious blood clot condition in her leg. She’ll be hospitalized for at least three days while they treat her with anti-coagulants. You can imagine Becky and her mom talking on the phone– each wanting to come to the relief of the other. Mom has always been very special to us. Nothing is too small or menial for her to tackle if it means helping others. Becky’s urging her to get rest, and lots of it, since mom has a hard time doing nothing. If that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black.

    Mom, we love you! We’re praying for you!

    11:57 AM I dedicate this post to my elders at Bethel Hill: Jason Evans, Jason Hatley, and Ed Johnson. You guys are the greatest. So proud of our church that we even have men we can call elders. 

    Today my elders (sans one, who is in North Wilkesboro attending the wedding of the century) came to Bradford Hall, anointed Becky with oil, and prayed over her. Do I understand all the ins-and-outs of this process? No way. Then why did I call them? Because I am commanded to do so in Scripture (James 5:14). The sick matter to God. Our prayers matter to God. Healing matters to God. And note: Not just physical healing. God cares about our emotional wholeness, our spiritual well-being, every bit as much as He cares about our physical health. The power, of course, lies not in our elders, or in the oil, or even in our prayers. The power resides in God alone.

    What a joy it was for me to watch our elders praying over Becky in the name of the Lord. “If we ask anything in His name, He hears us.” And He heard us. Already Becky is feeling much better.

    “Pray for each other,” James says. A praying church is a healthy church. I’m thankful today for a healthy church.

    Below: My Aaron and Hur.

    8:03 AM Becky and I have been working through Ephesians in our morning devotionals. Today we were in chapter 4. It’s dangerous, says Paul, when we’re okay with immaturity in our walk with God. We are to grow up into Christ, exercising our gifts for the good of the Body. I am wondering if Paul’s analogy has something to speak into our circumstances. The human body cannot function unless every part does its job. Right now I am sitting at our computer, but Becky is flat on her back as her body tries to recover from major surgery. Each of the parts is trying to get back into gear, so to speak. As we read Scripture and pray together, we think of the goodness of the Lord, but we also think of the weight of the battle. If we could only get her pain under control, I often think to myself. It surely seems that she should be doing much better by now. When is the pain and discomfort ever going to end for her?

    Join me in praying for Becky’s healing, for courage and peace of mind in the midst of the struggle. We want our testimony to be powerful in the situation. God is at work. This we know. But it would be really nice if we could get some long-lasting relief from the pain.

    Friday, November 9

    3:21 PM So grateful for our carpenter Robbie. He’s doing a great job on our porch deck.

    It’s almost done. Will be neat to see who gets to sit here in the evenings watching the animals drinking from the pond.

    11:32 AM We just Skyped with our dear friends in Alaba, Ethiopia. (Thank you, Nigusse, for arranging this.)

    There is no clear way for me to express what these people mean to us. It defies communication except for those who have been there and seen what we have seen.

    Fishermen can’t always be fishing. Sometimes they have to mend their nets. During this, our “net-mending” time, we rejoice in our friendships and the partnerships in the Gospel we have with so many people all around the world. God bless you, each one. Thank you for your prayers on our behalf. Hulu geze Exhiabiher malchameno!

    9:20 AM Good entry here: How to Read and Understand the Göttingen Septuagint. And please don’t forget: Robert Cole and I will be offering our infamously popular LXX course this spring. Class size is limited: first come, first served.

    9:07 AM Got time for a confession? In the past several weeks I’ve had to say no to several people. Surprisingly, I did a fairly good job of it. I’m beginning to discover my own mental, physical, and emotional limits. I’m also learning how to terminate an unfruitful discussion when I feel it’s necessary. I no longer accept every speaking or traveling invitation extended to me. Slowly I have become aware that some invitations really have little to do with kingdom priorities. I am wanting to train only earnestly committed people. Mistakes? I’ve made my share. But right now it’s important for me to stay focused on getting Becky up and running. Some of the greatest marital strides forward can take place during times of illness.

    8:39 AM Looking for a great definition of a follower of Jesus Christ? Look no further:

    Un discípulo de Cristo es alguien quién obedece las cosas que mandó Jesús. Nadie puede ser un seguidor de Cristo sin guardar sus mandamientos.

    It’s just that simple.

    ReadComo sembramos nuevas iglesias.

    8:26 AM Now available: A new book on the Armenian version of the Acts of the Apostles. You can read about ithere.

    Along with Ethiopic and Georgian, Armenian is one of the most important (and most neglected) of the ancient versions of the New Testament. I’ve twice had the privilege of visiting the Ancient Manuscript Museum in Yerevan, Armenia, and each time I’ve walked away with a new appreciation of this ancient language and its significance for the text of the New Testament. I am amazed and pleased to say that here at SEBTS we have a first-class text-critical scholar (Maurice Robinson) who can guide you through the intricacies of this discipline. Textual criticism is a great field of study. Interested? Send me an email and let’s talk.

    Below: Lecturing at the Armenian Orthodox Seminary in Yerevan.

    The dean and I showing off our beards:

    7:35 AM Quote of the day (David Brainerd):

    We should always look upon ourselves as God’s servants, placed in God’s world, to do his work; and accordingly labour faithfully for him; not with a design to grow rich and great, but to glorify God, and do all the good we possibly can.

    7:24 AM Odds and ends …

    1) The SEBTS Guyana Mission Trip Team Leader leaves today for South America to do advance work. I wish you well, Mark, and will be praying for the team as it prepares for the trip of a lifetime.

    2) Tomorrow, one of our Ethiopia vets, Katy Brown, will be married in North Wilkesboro, NC. Nigusse will be able to attend, both as a friend and to represent the church in Alaba. Becky and I could not be more excited. Katy and Josh, may God richly bless you and may He make your marriage to be a testimony to others of His great mercy, forgiveness, and grace.

    3) This Sunday Nigusse will be speaking at Cresset Baptist Church in Durham. I know he will be used of God to bless that wonderful congregation.

    4) Becky had a good night last night. We’ve now got a daily routine. Good news: Her staples come out next Monday at UNC, Lord willing.

    5) I am making plans to attend classes next Tuesday and Wednesday if Becky’s condition permits. Students, send me an email if you’d like to meet up then.

    6) This passage struck me today in our morning devotional from Ephesians 3:

    I am less than the least of all God’s people; yet God gave me this privilege of taking to the Gentiles the Good News about the infinite riches of Christ.

    Can there be any greater privilege than taking the Good News to others? And isn’t it amazing that God would use unworthy people like you and me to do that? So glad to be a part of Team Gospel.

    Thursday, November 8

    8:35 PM The most tweeted photo in history:

    I have enormous respect for any man who faithfully loves his wife.

    This photo has never been tweeted:

    “We have this treasure in earthen pots of clay” wrote Paul (2 Cor. 4:7). Life is too short not to show how much we appreciate our spouses. Who knows what lies ahead for Becky and me? But no matter how many more years there are or what trials God should decide to take us through, I pray that we will never take each other for granted. May we grow more to be like Christ and empowered to serve Him in some portion of His great kingdom.

    7:37 PM Brief review of my Christian Archyhere. Thanks, Chris!

    3:57 PM Everyone says, “Welcome home!”

    2:51 PM Becky is up from a good, long nap. Her IV is still dripping and she is now sitting down eating a tuna fish sandwich and checking your emails. Just before I changed her IV, the ladies from the church delivered tonight’s supper. Yes, I peeked. Chicken casserole, mashed potatoes, green beans, and dessert. I’m already getting hungry.

    12:29 PM Just cleaned up the kitchen and am washing a load of clothes. How do ladies ever keep up with their housework?

    12:22 PM The Bowdens are still enjoying their stay in Munich. Always a treat to keep up with former SEBTS students.

    10:50 AM I just sent out an email and signed it, “Attending Physician, Bradford Hall Medical Center.” Hmm, maybe I’ve missed my calling?

    I don’t think so 🙂

    Sure helps when your patient is a former ICU nurse!

    10:26 AM Just accepted an invitation to attend a scholarly conference February 7-8 in DC. Believe it or not, I’ve been asked to speak on the Pauline authorship of Hebrews. Glory be! Let the revival begin!

    10:08 AM “Every day, and every way, I’m getting better and better.” These are the unforgettable words of Chief Inspector Dreyfus. I mimicked them to Becky this morning and she pleaded with me to stop — laughing gets her stomach muscles in big trouble.

    But the fact is, she is getting better and better. Indeed, this morning she is sitting on her front porch enjoying the sunshine and reading — of all things — my blog. Can life get any better?  

    We just started the Micafungin IV drip. Then it will be back to the Zosen. Progress, thank the Lord. 

    8:38 AM I love Thomas Hudgins’structural analysis of 1 Thess. 4:9-12. If there was any doubt about Paul’s high view of work, it evaporates with this text. Here he commands the Thessalonian believers:

    Make it your aim to live a quiet life, to mind your own business, and to earn your own living, just as we told you before. By doing this you will win the respect of non-believers, and you will not have to depend on anyone for your needs.

    There are few passages of Scripture that are clearer than this one. Is it any wonder that I’m an advocate of self-supporting missions?

    There are many practical ways to flesh out this teaching. At the very least we can all agree that sloth and laziness have no place in the life of a Christian. Every able-bodied person ought to earn his or her own living – a point that Paul emphasized time and again when he was in Thessalonica. Why should this principle become null and void just because a person today enters so-called “fulltime Christian ministry”? A high work ethic is not reserved only for “laypeople.” It is for every believer, whatever your calling, whatever your vocation, and whatever your circumstances. God has ordained that we demonstrate to a watching world the highest standards of personal responsibility. He wills for us to mind our own business and work for a living. If we don’t, we will lose the respect of non-believers, plain and simple.

    I often hear the complaint, “Thousands of missionaries are ready to go to the unreached if only support were available.” This is not the greatest need facing missions, however. It is outstripped by the untold thousands of opportunities to reach the lost millions through tentmaking evangelism. Wherever you live and wherever you go, you can find ways of participating in this great work of world evangelization.

    8:10 AM I often wonder what missions would look like if missionary agencies and churches actually worked together — as in “cooperatively.” I discussed this in my bookWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions?

    Just one generation ago missions was largely the work of large organizations that established “mission stations” in foreign countries. Today, missions is more a partnership between local churches in America with local churches in other nations. We need to repent of our independent, “let’s do it our way” mentality. The goal is to build inter-church discipling relationships that last. Unfortunately, many U.S. mission teams fail to coordinate their endeavors with the churches of host locations. Recently a student of mine mentioned that his local church was going to plant a new church in China. I asked him, “Have you ever considered simply going to China and asking the existing churches there how you can come alongside them and help?” Failing to understand and connect with God’s already-at-work global purpose is one of the greatest mistakes we can make as churches. More and more local churches in America are forging effective partnerships with local churches in foreign nations, asking how they can best serve the needs in those countries. When done well, everybody benefits through this kind of beautiful partnership, and Christ is honored as His people submit to one another in love.

    I know its sounds loopy. But it’s possible. It really is.

    Wednesday, November 7

    6:58 PM I so resonate with Arthur Sido’sElection Postmortem. Recently I was asked why I keep the words “and constitutional” in my website’s byline. It’s a rare day when you will find me commenting about politics. It wasn’t always this way. What changed? Well, I wrotea whole book about it. Nevertheless, I have decided to keep those two words in my byline, if for no other reason than to remind me (and my readers) that people do in fact change their minds about such weighty matters as politics.

    Arthur is at that point, it seems to me.

    My advice? Let it go, Arthur, let it go.

    6:50 PM Thanks, Thomas, for yourpost about my 1 Thess. class today. I too love that Pauline term theodidaktoi. The Thessalonians were “God-taught.” What, then, is our role as “teachers” in the Body of Christ? To do all we can to facilitate the work of the Master Teacher. For those of you who share my passion (and Thomas’s) for pedagogy, I’ve collectedTen Timely Tips for Teachable Teachers. I’m sure there are others. What would you add?

    6:36 PM Interesting essay here:Obama to Business: Bring Jobs Home. It’s all about insourcing, says the President.

    For years now I’ve been studying the missionary movement in North America. I believe we are on the cusp of an era when the insourcing of missions will become the strategy for achieving global evangelization. A strategy that depends on outsourcing the work to paid professionals is not going to get the job done. Outsourcing will be around for a while longer because it is what everyone is used to. But insourcing will require a wholly different mindset.

    It’s not just about producing more missionaries. It’s about creating a completely different kind of environment — a collaborative environment in which you and I are constantly thinking about how to generate towel and basin ministries both at home and around the globe.

    When you start insourcing for more effective mission work, all kinds of good things begin to happen. For Becky and me, this has meant a deeper working relationship with Christians the world over. It has meant getting to work side by side with local churches in Ethiopia, where resources and manpower are most needed. It has meant streamlining efficiency as top-heavy bureaucracies are bypassed. It has meant more sustainable relationships between churches in the U.S. and churches in Africa. Moreover, the more you are seen as insourcing, the more people will want to get involved as they begin to realize they too can play a part in global missions.

    Insourcing. The wave of the future in missions? I fervently hope and pray so. How can you get involved? One way is to begin to see yourself as a fulltime missionary. Stop thinking of paid professionals as the only missionaries out there. I often introduce myself as a “fulltime missionary.” “But Dave,” someone will respond, “I thought you were a professor of ancient Greek.” “True,” I reply, “that’s correct. But teaching is only my job. The Gospel is my business. Fulltime.”

    What is your business in life? The same as the Master’s: To seek and to save that which was lost. Isn’t it time we stopped outsourcing that job?

    5:53 PM Kudos to SEBTS prof Maurice Robinson, whose latest book on the Greek New Testament is highlightedhere. Love my colleagues.

    5:35 PM Another milestone:

    It had been weeks since we last ate together. Venison with carrots and potatoes. Scrumptious. Becky and I cooked it together.

    I took a piece of avocado:

    One glance at Becky and I returned it to the platter. It’s reserved for her — high in potassium.

    These flowers were a gift from the housekeeping staff at UNC. Can you believe it? How generous.

    Life goes on …

    2:40 PM Rod Decker reviews the new NIV Greek and English New Testament. His peroration:

    The pastor will appreciate having one book open on his desk rather than two, and carrying one instead of two is also much more convenient. Many these days use only digital editions and even on the small screen of an iPhone one can have parallel Greek-English panes open. But I am still persuaded that reading is best done from a printed text where context is more prominent. There is a limit to what one can see on a screen, esp. on the limits of a laptop or tablet screen—and those monstrous displays in the 23–30″ range are not really “reading” screens; one can have many windows open on a large screen, but there is too much head movement required to read comfortable across that span, even if arranged in narrower columns. But that’s just the contrarian opinion of a book lover! Your mileage may vary!

    Thanks Rod for the great review. And in case you’re wondering whether or not I recommend the use of such helps by my own students, the answer is a resounding yes. To quote the old preacher, “Halitosis is better than no breath at all.”

    2:36 PM It won’t be long before Becky will be back on the old golf cart and making the rounds herself. Until then, a few pix of the new porch to tide her over:

    9:20 AM This email just arrived from Asia:

    Hey Dave,

    Got caught up on your blog tonight. Please let Becky know that we are praying both of you through this difficult time.

    It is encouraging to know that there are so many joined together in prayer. It’s not that more people means that God will act more seriously, He hears the prayers of a single child and acts to bring glory to His name. But, it is so good for His Body to come together and seek Him on behalf of one of His loved ones.

    Be strong in the strength of His might.

    And His Body is coming together, from the person who drove Nigusse to campus on Monday night, to the brother who is picking him up today and bringing him home, to the friend who picked up a prescription for us from UNC last night, to our carpenter who helped me install Becky’s tub bench.

    Thank you, one and all, thank you.

    9:15 AM I love this statement in Hebrews 2:6:

    “But someone has testified somewhere…”

    Human authorship of the Bible is important but it is not all-important. The author of Hebrews was not forgetful; he was convinced of the divine origin of Scripture. It is truly GOD’S Word I need today, and I have it.

    9:06 AM Encouragement from California this morning:

    After spending the last 32 years looking after a wife with muscular dystrophy, all I can say is, “Welcome to my world, dude….”

    But, I think you’ll be surprised at how good a “doctor” you’ll become, in time!

    Last night I was contemplating words from the book The Last Full Measure. The book is drawing to a close, and Jeff Shaara is at his best when describing Robert E. Lee’s love for his crippled wife:

    There was another reality, and he thought more of Mary than himself, though it was clear to the children and to anyone who knew him well — he was aging. Mary had become accustomed to the wheelchair, and the deterioration, the crippling effects of her arthritis, had slowed. There was even relief from the pain, and if she still could not walk or use her left arm, with the lessening of the pain came the return of the spirit, the hot anger, the impatience, the spoiled girl who took command of the household once again. Lee had never shied away from her anger before, had simply endured the jabs, her sharp comments. It was always a fair price to pay for the guilt he carried. He had not been there for her, for the raising of the children; with him, it had always been duty first, the long career in the army.

    But now he was there, and there was time to be with her, to sit for long hours, have conversations with the children, or endure Mary’s long and angry monologues about the politics of the day.

    My point is not to compare Becky Lynn with Mary Custis Lee. I simply want to say how much I admire Lee’s devotion to his wife, his realization that life is more than soldiering and career, his desire to be there for Mary as much as a man of his passion for the military could be there for anyone. This describes my desire too, and the desire of my correspondent from California. Life is more than teaching and writing and preaching and travel. It is a searching of the heart, to discover there something far more important, the love of one’s spouse, the marvelous memories of days gone by, the hope of anticipation of things to come — glorious things to come. You reach the crest of the long hill and feel a sense of relief. Your days are in His hands, and you are safe.

    7:24 AM A friend in Dallas ended an email with this helpful paragraph:

    YOU–have been deep in trials with Becky’s health and it has been AMAZING to see God work and to witness the ordeal with you through your letters. WOW! God is tremendous and I stand with you in prayer for dear Becky’s health. Thanks for letting us live it with you!

    It has indeed been amazing to watch God work. Last night went much better thanks to Becky’s new hospital bed and some heavy duty pain medication. God is taking responsibility for us. What an awesome thought. Our part is simply to obey, day by day, decision by decision, and to take one step of faith at a time. “We should always pray and not give up” (Luke 18:1). Lately, in my times of personal prayer, I’ve been praying “So that” prayers. When we ask God for something, there should be a reason:

    So that You might be glorified.

    So that others may know You better.

    So that the Word of God may abound.

    Here’s an example from our own life:

    Lord, please help Becky to find relief from her pain so that she might have the energy to answer emails and thus encourage others.

    Praying like is is a reminder that God has a good purpose for us, even in our suffering. All in all, I do believe God has a very good plan in what we are experiencing these days. Oh, that they would be accomplished!

    Tuesday, November 6

    9:34 PM Two things I’ve learned recently (make that, re-learned) about life:

    1) My schedule is unpredictable.

    2) I am replaceable.

    Below is a picture of my Greek 3 class that was soably taught by Thomas Hudgins today. It seems like years since I’ve been in the classroom. But I’m grateful for each and every student of mine, including Thomas, who is working on his Ed.D. with me. Terrific heart, great teacher, follows hard after God. I’m blessed.

    9:22 PM A book that I co-edited receives afavorable review.

    8:56 PM Here’s another update on Becky, one that I am very relieved to offer my readers tonight. It seems we had another very trying day but it has ended well, with Becky snuggled in her hospital bed with her wound bandages changed as well as her IV drip started (the doctor in the house is doing his part). For the rest of my life I will never forget this day. My thanks to everyone who made it “work,” including Becky’s physicians (the “real” ones) who jumped to when we requested heavier pain medication. I am (and always have been) a coward when it comes to watching people suffer. For that reason I could never be a doctor or nurse and have to inflict physical pain on another person, even if that would lead to their healing. So I guess it’s okay to admit my surprise that I am learning my role without making too many mistakes. Mistakes at this time, and with this patient, could be very costly indeed.

    There were many little serendipities the Lord sent our way today, not the least of which was Becky being able to take a shower bath. When was the last time you had a shower? For my poor Becky Lynn, it had been 15 days. Listening to her enjoy herself so much was priceless. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. And so we made it through another day, clean and drugged. I’m beginning to realize that this is the most I can really ask for from the good staff at Bradford General Hospital.

    P.S. Here’s the bathtub bench. Sweet.

    P.P.S. Yes, I got Bec to the voting both today. Nobody there but us. That’s one advantage of living in Mayberry.

    10:10 AM Right now home health is here. I’m also working on getting a hospital bed delivered to Bradford Hospital today. It seems that even with the two of us working on it, the project of getting her up and out of bed is just too difficult.

    Did I tell you that Becky is determined to vote today?

    7:55 AM Wasn’t it just yesterday?

    When we ran along the beach at Kailua together?

    When we bodysurfed the Sea of Galilee together?

    When we stood atop the Sakkara Pyramids in Egypt in together?

    When we climbed the steps of the Acropolis together?

    Wasn’t it just yesterday?

    Last night started just like any other. But once Becky got into bed, once her pain begin kicking in again, once she had to lift herself up and walk to the bathroom, everything changed. Of course I was scared. The first thing we did was pray. “Lord Jesus, help us!” I’ve said it before: This journey is the greatest adventure we’ve been on, and we’ve been on some crazy journeys together. As far as the emotional side goes, I read Ephesians 1 to Becky this morning and wept when I prayed over her. Coming into this experience, I knew it would be challenging, would tax us emotionally and physically. So many more steps to take. So many more mountains to climb.

    But with God’s help WE WILL DO IT.

    Together.

    Monday, November 5

    7:54 PM It’s just after 7:15 pm and the house has settled into a quiet hush. Today Becky came home. Do you know how thrilling it is for me to say that? Somehow that seems like a milestone worth pondering. Here are three ways of describing our 13-day sojourn at UNC Hospital.

    An exclamation point.More accurately, a double exclamation point. No human being could guarantee how things would work out when we arrived at the hospital two Wednesdays ago. Becky could easily have ended up on a ventilator and a feeding tube. No matter. We would have loved her still. Last year Pat Robertson made the remarkable announcement to the effect that divorcing a spouse with an illness is justifiable because it’s “a kind of death.” The kindest thing I can say in response is that he is profoundly misguided. “In sickness or in health.” These are not mere words. As far as I know, God intends for us to keep our vows. Even when our lives go through double exclamation points.

    A parenthesis. The past 13 days have been an interlude, a hiatus from chemo and Becky’s “normal” life as a cancer patient. For a while, I thought this parenthesis would never end. (Oh, ye of little faith.) It turns out I was wrong. The thing is, we weren’t sad to leave the hospital. To say that we were touched by the goodness and generosity of the staff there would be a gross understatement. I’ve often had to choke back tears as I’ve watched Becky and the nurses relate to each other. They love her, really LOVE her, and she them. Becky may have left the hospital a little more broken, a little more disfigured than when she arrived there 13 days ago, but underneath the scars there will always be the love.

    An ellipsis. I have to keep reminding myself that our journey is not over yet, not by a longshot. It is so overwhelming for me to contemplate the steps we still need to take to get Becky back on her feet. How fragile, this thing we call life. It is hard work, not because we do not have the Lord, but because He will not let us wallow in self-pity.

    Thank you, all of you. I’m SO grateful. For all 700 or so of your emails. For people all around the world who are praying for us. Please, don’t stop. We are at the beginning of a long road, but He has shown us the way thus far. Becky’s coming home today is nothing less than a miracle. Our God is a God Who Heals. I can’t really fathom that. But I know it’s true. I have come to the end of myself and discovered that He is enough.

    P.S. I know it’s so unlike me, but here are a few pix for you to enjoy!

    1) One of our favorite infusion nurses comes to say goodbye to Becky. We love our chemo nurses!

    2) Sister Tope (from Cresset Baptist Church, where Nigusse will be speaking next Sunday) is an Ethiopia vet and a good friend who works at UNC. Today she visited with and prayed for Becky.

    3) Our home away from home: The UNC Women’s Hospital.

    4) Learning how to start an IV drip. Even without a scientific mind, I am determined to take good care of Becky.

    5) Becky’s” Last Supper” at the hospital. Tonight, after we got back to Bradford Hall, I cooked for her Chinese food (with my secret ingredient, of course).

    Yes, we’re loving having her home.

    Sunday, November 4

    8:44 AM Just for Becky.

    Progress!

    7:06 AM New every morning.

    6:54 AM Shawn Blanc has written50 Things I’ve Learned About Publishing a Weblog. Bloggers who read his post will have to agree with many of the things he says. These caught my attention:

    Show up every day.

    Always be honest.

    Always be sincere.

    Don’t be rude.

    Take your work seriously.

    Don’t take yourself too seriously.

    Have an ideal reader.

    Give credit to your readers. They’re smart.

    Take risks.

    Good food for thought.

    6:45 AM I’m so amazed at the little “arrow prayers” people have been shooting up to heaven for Becky. (We read them in their emails to us.) A sample: “Thank You Lord!!” Here are a few arrows I’ve launched recently:

    “Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner.”

    “Lord, help me!”

    “Thank you, Jesus.”

    “Give her a good night’s sleep.”

    “Please take away her pain.”

    “Wisdom, I need wisdom right now!”

    “Forgive me.”

    There is nothing wrong with brief one-sentence prayers. After all, the Lord’s Prayer is comprised of six short petitions.

    6:40 AM Almost forgot. I now officially have a research assistant. He comes as part of the new chair in New Testament that I have the privilege of holding. My thanks to Southeastern for this generous provision, and toThomas for accepting the job. Among other things, Thomas will sub for me this week while I care for Becky at home. He will also help me with various projects that have lain fallow far too long. “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is today” (Chinese proverb). Got a few trees I still feel God wants me to plant.

    6:28 AM Excited to be speaking at my home church this morning. There’s no place quite like The Hill. My topic? The persecuted church. (Today is the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted.) Many people do not realize that Christians are still being killed for their faith. I have met personally with the father of an 8-year old girl who was beheaded in Ethiopia because her family members were followers of Jesus. I have prayed with the parents of a 19-year old Ethiopian who was stabbed to death because he was a Christian. I had the privilege of leading that man’s murderer to Christ in an Ethiopian prison. Consider what Jesus said in John 15:18-:

    If the world hates you, remember that it hated me first. The world would love you as one of its own if you belonged to it, but you are no longer part of the world. I chose you to come out of the world, so it hates you. Do you remember what I told you? “A slave is not greater than his master.” Since they persecuted me, they will persecute you.

    Jesus is teaching us that if we live a life like His we are going to receive the same kind of treatment He endured. He is promising that His followers will be mocked, ridiculed, and worse. Persecution is par for the course for the Body of Christ. The question is, Are we going to try and avoid it? How you noticed how quick we are to claim God’s promises of protection? But when was the last time we claimed the promise of 2 Timothy 3:12: “All who desire to live godly lives in union with Christ Jesus will suffer persecution”? When was the last time any of us said, “Lord, today I claim that promise!” When was the last time you were actually persecuted for being a Christian? When was the last time you placed yourself in harm’s way for the sake of the Gospel? You say, “I’ve never been in places like that. I’ve never been to China or the Middle East. I’ve never been to the barrio.” Well, why not? Both Jesus and Paul teach that persecution is not something to be avoided. It is a privilege, a great honor to suffer for Christ. That Jesus would count us worthy of being His representatives and facing the same kind of treatment He faced is nothing to be ashamed of.

    All of the New Testament apostles were martyred save one. Suffering came to them because they lived for God and served the expansion of the kingdom. In the book of Acts we see how Paul preached the Gospel despite the fact that he knew that beatings, imprisonment, and sorrow lay ahead.

    Dear friends, persecution will come to the church in America. It is as certain as death and taxes. My deep hope is that, when it comes, it will be for all the right reasons, and that we will accept it as from the heart of a loving Savior who suffered at the hands of angry sinners because He loved others more than He loved Himself.

    6:10 AM Most of you are aware of my conviction that there is no distinctively “Christian” position on political issues. In this light, it seems to me that in principle there is no inconsistency in being a Christian and voting for a non-Christian (or a Mormon) for political office. (I’m not saying I would do this, only that I see no inconsistency in acting this way.) As I pointed out in my bookChristian Archy, followers of Jesus aren’t called to get (overly) involved in political causes or disputes.

    At the very least, we have to resist the temptation to put our hope in any political solution to what ails our society. Our time, effort, energy, and financial resources should be invested in serving the world sacrificially and in sharing the Gospel both relationally and relentlessly. This is why I’ve gotten out of politics on my blog. (This is quite an admission for the man who gave the convention sermon at the Constitution Party’s National Convention in Valley Forge when Michael Peroutka was running for president.) I think it’s every Christian’s job to be well-informed about politics, but I think it’s fruitless and self-defeating to engage in movements and political causes. I suspect the reason so many American Christians are rallying behind their “values” candidate is because the church in America has largely failed to live up to its calling to be the conscience of culture. Jesus Christ came to seek and to save the lost, but most people do not realize this. They think Christianity is about rules and regulations and political platforms and social causes and have no earthly idea that Jesus can solve their greatest problems and meet their deepest needs. This sad state of affairs will likely continue until the church decides to take up the cross instead of the sword. In the meantime, I’ll vote my conscience on Tuesday (or not vote at all — that too would be exercising my democratic rights), but I won’t waste my time or energy expecting government to do what the kingdom is intended to accomplish.

    Church, let’s get busy looking like Jesus, and this means sacrificially serving others. It is only as believers come together and lay aside our political differences in repentance and ask for God’s Spirit to bind us together in love — only then will the church be stirred out of its apathy into service. When people see that we have found treasure in Christ and are not ashamed to radiate His love; when they see us taking responsibility for homelessness and poverty and racism; when we begin to show solidarity with sinners, they will perhaps glimpse something of the radical love that Jesus has for each and every one of them.

    Saturday, November 3

    7:54 PM Good evening, virtual internet friends,

    Hope you had a good week. Mine was exhaustingly blessed. Here are some of the highlights:

    1) Jon and Matthea Glass stopped by the hospital for a visit.

    2) Not to be outdone, Miss Ella from our home church (Bethel Hill) brought us great joy by her visit (thanks, Jason, for bringing her).

    3) Here’s Becky’s first sip of broth after they pulled out her nasogastric tube. Never did food taste better.

    4) Three seminary students stop by with a word of encouragement. (They also brought me a knock-dead lunch. Thanks, guys.)

    5) Miss Karen loves Becky. She’s visited three times.

    6) Our dear sister Berhan. Here she’s praying over Becky as only Ethiopians can do.

    7) The handsome couple out for a hot date.

    So … how is Becky? She is sick. Very sick. She has good days and bad days. Today was about half and half. Becky continues to make slow but steady progress. If she continues to tolerate her food well, we will bring her home on Monday. Yesterday we met with her home health coordinator, her dietician, her physical therapist, and umpteen doctors. As her primary caregiver, I will be trained in giving her medications intravenously after she returns to the farm.

    And how is Dave doing?

    I’m feeling the reality of my humanness right now. One day, Jesus will come and destroy sin and death. In the meantime, sometimes it’s frightfully difficult to cope with life. Even as I pray for God’s healing power, I realize that ultimately my prayer must be Christ’s: “Not my will but yours be done.”

    Being at UNC reminds me that we live in a broken, hellish world in which God’s power is often hidden. As I type these words, Becky is still in pain. Her condition still moves me to much prayer and supplication. My feelings go way beyond words. I was thinking about how wonderful it is to have an outlet for my thoughts on this blog. Even in the midst of overwhelming business it is virtually impossible for me to refrain from emoting in these pages. I take joy in knowing that others are traveling the same path as we are, knowing that God enters personally into our sufferings and always works grace. I feel like it has been forever since anything has been “normal” in my life. Yet at the same time I feel God’s very real presence, as if the same angels who ministered to Jesus during His temptation are sitting right here with me, with us, not the least bit shocked or concerned.

    I’d be lying to you if I told you I wasn’t hurting. At times I feel totally overwhelmed by the “bigness” of it all, choking back the tears, sometimes even becoming a petulant child who asks “Why?” I’m so glad Jesus understands us even when we don’t understand ourselves, that He actually loves people like me, people who fall so many times it’s hard to know when it’s safe to get back up again. I have no way of actually describing what’s been happening at the hospital. It’s all over the faces of the physicians and nurses: This one was close.

    Becky and I pray and read Scripture and just sit together in unspoken communion. Her fragile body is going to take time to mend. Lots of time. She laughs, says, “God has each of my days arranged in His day planner.” And that’s what’s so awkward. I know what she says is true. Yet the raw hurt lingers, whispers, “Did God really plan this?” I think this is what it means when Jesus prays, “Not my will but yours be done,” or “Your kingdom come.” I think His heart breaks when He sees Becky. I know mine does.

    So tell me: How am I supposed to feel right now? Is it okay to hurt?

    Please keep praying for me. As far as I’m concerned, Jesus can’t come back fast enough. But oh, thank God! He is my Light in the darkest of places. And He loves my Becky Lynn more than I ever could.

    Oh, Becky.

    How long will it be before you can walk normally again, go out again into a world twisted by sickness?

    Why can’t I do anything to stop the pain, to slam the brakes on this out-of-control train?

    How can I possibly help you when I am so weak and inadequate?

    Lord Jesus, all I can do today is give you my broken heart, for I am told that the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and contrite heart. Help me to accept, positively and intentionally, what You have given me. Help me to remember that Infinite Love never gives a scorpion in place of an egg. Help me to be strong, to live a life worthy of Your high calling, to fix my mind on Truth.

    My Father, I now accept, in gratitude and love, what I cannot understand, and put my trust in You.

    Thursday, November 1

    7:20 AM Thus God greeted me this morning:

    “The Lord, the only true God, has spoken. He has summoned the earth from where the sun rises to where it sets” (Psa. 50:1). The dominion of Yahweh extends over the whole earth, from the Piedmont of Virginia to the rolling contours of Chapel Hill. Remember that, Dave. Remember that He is Lord over all.

    6:42 AM Got this email from a friend in Australia:

    Hey Brother Dave.

    Be as wordy as you have to. The more info we have, the more info we have to pray. Bless you my friends.

    This one comes from Florida:

    Your emails are good for those of us who are praying and good for you to truly lay out the needs and in hitting “send”, truly laying them on God’s altar and letting go as we are told to do. We will not grow weary in doing good or persistently crying out to our LORD for His promises. Aaron and Hur — we are here, holding up your arms and Becky Lynn’s. Blessed be the Name of the LORD!

    There are dozens more like them. Thank you, one and all.

    6:38 AM The other day I heard someone describe Becky as “suffering for Christ.” I respectfully disagree. Cancer attacks all, Christian and non-Christian alike. Our enemy the devil is always busily at work trying to distort our understanding of Christian suffering. Our God is wanting us to understand that suffering for Christ is something we can opt out of. It is something we choose because we are following in the path of Jesus. Yes, Becky is suffering. And yes, she is using her suffering to advance the cause of Christ. We cannot deny that reality. But let me show you what real suffering for Christ looks like:

    Just what is this “Red Letter” Bible? According to the Voice of the Martyrs Newsletter (Nov. 2012):

    “The blood-spattered Bible on the cover of this newsletter is a graphic symbol of what it means to be a Christian in northern Nigeria. The Bible was retrieved from the Deeper Life Church in Gombe state after a Jan. 5, 2012, attack by Boko Haram militants. Church leader Chenma Ngwaba was speaking during a Thursday evening prayer meeting when three young extremists suddenly began firing weapons through the church window. ‘They were shooting everybody there,’ said Chenma, who last his wife and 10-year-old son that night. Chenma’s six-month-old daughter survived, but eight other believers were killed, and more than 20 were injured.”

    Now that’s suffering for the sake of the Gospel.

    Friend, the Christian life can be boiled to two things: faith in Christ and obedience to His Word. Need a visual aid of what this looks like? Look at the church in Nigeria, or Ethiopia, or China. Look at the life of an Amy Carmichael or a Jim Elliott or my translator James who was murdered after he served with me among the Gujis. These are people who laid down their lives for others. In a letter written in the Old Forest House in 1922, Amy Carmichael summed it up well:

    “Hereby perceive we the love of God, because He laid down His life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.” How often I think of that ought. No sugary sentiment there. Just the stern, glorious trumpet call, OUGHT. But can words tell the joy buried deep within? Mine cannot. It laughs at words.

    Imagine someone speaking of suffering as happiness! Is this masochism? No. Our God asks us to suffer with His Son. He could not have more fully or plainly shown what suffering looks like than in Jesus’ own life and death. I too am called to suffer for Christ, given an assignment that carries on His work in His power. Take up His cross, and you WILL know what suffering is.

    This coming Sunday is the International Day of Prayer for the Persecuted Church. I will have the honor of speaking at my home church, Bethel Hill Baptist (pending Becky’s situation of course), on the subject of why suffering for Christ OUGHT to be a part of every Christian’s experience. Here are some links that will help you become and stay informed about the persecuted church worldwide:

    Christian Freedom International
    Christian Solidarity Worldwide
    Christians in Crisis
    Gospel for Asia
    International Christian Concern
    Iranian Christians International
    Persecution Project Foundation
    The Voice of the Martyrs

    God can indeed show us what it means to take up the cross. My hope and prayer is that He will. The choice to be a Christian is a choice to be a burden-bearer. Becoming more aware of how the universal Body of Christ is suffering has made me more committed to standing with our brethren and even going to minister to them annually as the Lord opens the door. Someone has said that the only crown Jesus ever wore on this earth was a crown of thorns. To be a Christian is to make the kind of choices that allow us to willingly follow Him in the path of suffering. Do not look for an easy way. Seek to follow the downward path of Jesus. It will cost you a great deal, in fact, it will cost you everything you have. Yet is He not worth it? Yes, a thousand times yes.

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    Sunday, November 27

    6:47 PM Eager to get back to school after our break. One more week of teaching to go then I’m off to the Uttermost. Praying that all of my students finish well. If any of you need help or are facing unexpected difficulties, do let me know. This isn’t “Grace” Theological Seminary, but it’s close. My office door is always open.

    5:30 PM Tonight I’m reading, one last time, a doctoral dissertation and a master’s thesis, the authors of which are being called before the Grand Inquisition tomorrow morning.

    I crave for myself and for my students the mot juste, a greater mastery of exact expression, on the premise that if something deserves to be said it deserves to be said well. None of us, naturally, will ever write like a Tom Wright, but all of us, I think, can gain something from training in observation and accuracy of phrase. From boyhood I have been a lover of good books (the Hardy Boy series got me started), and since then I’ve sought to handle the literary scalpel with Germanic thoroughness. Certainly, one learns to write by writing, and by reading. I enjoy both.

    4:39 PM Wonderful time this morning. Here’s our group:

    We had people from Brasil, El Salvador, India, Colombia, Jamaica, Nigeria, Mexico, and other countries. I even got to practice what little Portuguese I know. I thoroughly enjoy this kind of ethnic diversity. It’s a foretaste of heaven.

    6:54 AM Off to speak to the Internationals class at Mount Vernon Baptist Church in Raleigh.

    6:52 AM Brian Fulthorpjumps in.

    Saturday, November 26

    8:38 PM Had a great time tonight. Love students who are on mission for Christ!

    5:21 PM Looking forward to hosting a seminary couple for supper tonight. They are in for a real treat — Becky’s one-and-only curry/chicken/broccoli casserole (with turkey this time). Scrumptious.

    12:58 PM The saga continues …

    I once took a seminar in Basel with Professor Reicke. It entailed translating the Greek and Latin Fathers. We were asked to come to class each week prepared to recite and translate without any notes whatsoever. After two semesters of these grammatical drills we were expected to sit for our Greek and Latin orals that were personally administered by our Doktorvater. Since I had already been teaching classical Greek at Biola I fared well in the seminar, through Latin was a bit of a challenge as I had merely taught myself the language out of a textbook. I enjoyed everything Professor Reicke did in his classes, but in this seminar his wit and humor seemed to evaporate, and there was only grammar and dull recitation. I obeyed strictly the rules forbidding the use of translations, though more often than not “I found out the Latin by the meaning rather than the meaning by the Latin” (to paraphrase Samuel Johnson). At any rate, Professor Reicke evidently felt it his duty to examine me after only one semester, and I received a passing grade in both languages. I disliked the drudgery of rote translation intensely, but today I chalk that up to boyish folly. Since then I have been associated with grammars all of my academic career, and have toiled hard over the grammar of many languages. The irony is that I am absurdly ignorant of the formal rules of English grammar and often have to rely on the English majors in my classes to resolve points of controversy.

    To be continued …

    9:47 AM Over at the Treasuring Christ Church website Sean Cordell, one of my former students, has posted a wonderful piece calledMeals are more than food, just ask Jesus. He notes that meals are times of community, as seen in three ways:

    • Meals are places to honor one another.

    • Meals are places to serve one another.

    • Meals are places to enjoy one another.

    Little wonder the earliest Christians apparently enjoyed a fellowship meal on a weekly basis. Thanks for this great message, Sean!

    9:32 AM This morning I needed to clarify something for Nigusse. He was a bit taken aback when I said that university professors in Basel did not have regular office hours in which to meet with students. This is certainly contrary to what he has found to be true here at SEBTS. I explained to him that there is probably nobody more highly esteemed in all of Europe than a full professor in a government university. As a doctoral student, I was really a member of a very elite society of gentlemen and scholars. The top of the ladder reached even unto Heaven (or so I foolishly thought), and though I was perched at the very lowest rung, I was already seeing visions and dreaming dreams. Returning to California put a quick end to all of that. I was brought back to earth when I resumed my duties as a lowly instructor of Greek at Biola. At any rate, if you are thinking about studying on the continent, I hope this explanation helps. As a regular university student you might not find your professors as accessible as they are here, but then again, doctoral students are usually allowed into the Inner Sanctum. 

    9:01 AM Are youpraying

    7:46 AM Our poor son Nigusse. When he saw those pictures of Becky and me in Basel yesterday he couldn’t believe his eyes. “You were once — young!” he blurted out. That’s right, Nigu. And since you asked for more pix, especially from our college days, I am only too happy to oblige. Yes, these are actual photos of your Mama B and Papa B, taken at Biola College. Enjoy! 

    Friday, November 25

    3:52 PM Ordering Ben’s book about his doctoral studies has inspired me to write my own version of “Is There a Doctor in the House? — Dave Black Style.”

    In 1980 I was duly matriculated at the University of Basel. I immediately registered for 7 courses. In those days we did not have to attend lectures unless we wanted to. Your professor simply signed your Testatbuch at the beginning of the semester and again at the end. For all he knew, you might actually be taking a course at a different university. The system worked well — if you were a self-starter. I studiously attended every lecture. I will never forget my first classroom experience. As Jan Milic Lochman entered the lecture hall we students ceased our chattering and rapped our knuckles in applause. For 60 minutes Professor Lochman poured forth a torrential stream of eloquence about his hero Comenius, that great Czech theologian. As the hour struck, he stopped and walked out amid a tumult of cheering. And so it was with most of my lectures.

    I was often invited to coffee by other ex-pat students, mostly Germans or South Koreans, to discuss theology in one of the local Stuben. As perhaps the only inerrantist among the Doktoranden I was assaulted mercilessly, but I managed to stand my ground, and no friendships were broken over our disagreements. (I never did become a Barthian.) When I was not in class I was researching my dissertation topic in the University Library which, as you may know, allowed no access to the shelves. It often took an hour or more for an attendant to find a book. As a matter of fact, the Theologisches Seminar (pictured below) had its own theological library to which we doctoral students were granted unlimited access night and day, and it was there that one could usually find me during the afternoon and evening hours.

    Occasionally a visiting lecturer would offer public lectures in Basel, and in 1980 this included none other than Francis Schaeffer. As a fellow American I cheered him vociferously, but most of his audience was lukewarm at best, probably because the good doctor was highly critical of Swiss society at the time.

    Neither my major professor nor any other professor at the university had an office on campus, so if one wanted to discuss anything with them one had to meet with them in their homes. I was frequently a guest of Bo and Ingelisa Reicke and an occasional visitor at the home of Oscar Cullmann on the famous Birmannsgasse. One time I had the privilege of sharing a meal with Professor Markus Barth and his wife at their villa in Riehen, just outside of Basel on the German border.

    That winter of 1980 in Basel was the coldest I have ever experienced. Even the Swiss were commenting on how frigid the temperatures were that year. But our social life suffered little as a result. Once a month Becky and I would take in a free organ concert at one of the city’s cathedrals, and every Friday evening we treated ourselves to the one and only MacDonald’s restaurant in town. (She ordered a Big Mac, while I insisted on my Filet-O-Fish.) Once we attended a symphony orchestra concert, where we happened to run into the Reickes. Because of our close association with the Baptist community in the city (we had joined die Baptistengemeinde Basel), we were frequently invited to eat with one of the church families, either in their home or in a local restaurant. Here, for instance, is a photo of us with the Jost (pronounced “Yosht”) family.

    We decided on Chinese food this particular evening, a novelty for them.

    Here’s Becky teaching their daughter Klärli how to use a pair of chopsticks.

    A very good time was had by all, I do believe. Friendships such as these made our stay in that city on the Rhine a richly rewarding one.

    Becky and I found Basel a fascinating city. The ancient buildings and narrow streets had scarcely been altered since the days of Erasmus and Calvin. The Great Minster afforded a spectacular view of the Rhine, while the ruins of Kaiser Augst (“Caesar Augustus”) took one back in time to the Roman occupation of “Basilea” some 2,000 years ago. Sometimes we dined in a restaurant overlooking the Middle Rhine Bridge (a local landmark) and watched the barges on their way down the river to Rotterdam. I frequently patronized the local bookshops even though I had no money to buy anything. On Sunday mornings we faithfully attended the Gottesdienst at the Baptist church, where there were never more than 30 or 40 people in attendance. If I recall correctly, I preached 4 or 5 times there (in High German) before we returned to the States. A handful of other Americans were attending the university at the time (the names of David Moessner and Donald Verseput come to mind). I recall standing out as the only alkoholfrei American in the group, nor did I smoke a pipe as did so many of the other doctoral students at the time. (Markus Barth’s seminars were filled with so much pipe smoke that I am certain I will succumb to lung cancer one day as a result.)

    I once accepted an invitation to attend Bernard Wyss’s course on reading ninth century Greek minuscule manuscripts, the reward for which was a visit to the sub-basement of the University Library, where an original 1516 edition of the Erasmus Greek New Testament was physically placed in my hands — a rare volume that I greatly desired to steal, as improper as such an act would have been for a Basel Doktorand. Sometimes Becky and I would tramp together in the Black Forest or the Vosges, and I clearly remember one day standing on the exact spot in the middle of the Rhine where Germany, France, and Switzerland meet. We also managed a trip to Greece during this time, where, believe it or not, I fell in love with okra (which I had previously detested). Exams there were none, save the orals at the end of my program and the inaugural Greek and Latin orals. The theory was, of course, that doctoral students were highly self-motivated and loved to work independently of extrinsic motivations. I wish that as an undergraduate I could have experienced this kind of freedom, but in college we were treated like glorified high school students.

    At any rate, I still possess the love of learning that I mastered while a student in Basel, and I got some inkling of what the Germans meant by that mysterious wordInnigkeit. Eventually I graduated (with high honors) and life returned to normal, but the radiant happiness and excitement of those old days along the Rhine have never left me.

    So … what was your doctoral program like?

    6:49 AM Just ordered from Amazon: Billy Graham’sNearing Home: Life, Faith, and Finishing Well and Ben Witherington’sIs There a Doctor in the House? They’ll come in handy on those 14-hour flights I’ve got scheduled in December. And being the WW 2 escape junkie that I am, I also ordered Airey Neave’s classicThey Have Their Exits.

    The next time I’m in Germany I simply must visit Colditz Castle. 

    6:25 AM On our plate today: Helping to serve at a luncheon at Bethel Hill for a family whose mother/grandmother just passed over. Always love being at The Hill. We’ve got some really extraordinary folk there. For example, I have a very good friend whom everybody loves for his unabashed Jesus-like exuberance. Last Sunday, when I stuck out my hand to shake his, he said, “Forget the handshake, Dave, just give me a bear hug.” Now remember, here is a man’s man. Got me to thinking. It is no accident that, in Christ, we men are called to virtues that are often stereotyped as “feminine” — patience, gentleness, verbal communication, service, touching. Just read Eph. 4:32-5:2 if you don’t believe me. The Church is a she (the Bride of Christ). Now, there’s nothing wrong with maleness. I enjoy my masculinity. What’s wrong with our male way of thinking is our fear of the feminine. In Ethiopia, Christian men hold hands with other Christian men. (No sexual connotations are communicated by that act.) There the church rises above our Western sexual stereotypes. I noticed the same thing when I was in India. The crucial truth is that, although male aggressivity and female passivity are ingrained in us from early childhood, as followers of Jesus we are all called upon to live beyond our conventional notions of masculinity and femininity. Even the apostle Paul (surely a man’s man) could write about himself, “We were gentle among you, like a nursing mother taking care of her children” (1 Thess. 2:7). Men and brethren, whether or not you hunt or play sports, nothing is more important relationally than the royal law of love by which we lose all fear of the feminine and gladly give bear hugs to men we love.

    6:08 AM Henry Neufeld jumps on the bandwagon. ReadFun (or Weird) Facts about Me. Sure makes me want to visit Sacajawea Peak in Oregon. Oh, and Henry, aren’t we about due for an Energion-sponsored tour of the Outback?  

    Thursday, November 24

    7:07 PM In memory of Governor William Bradford (of Mayflower and Thanksgiving fame, and my wife’s ancestor), I offer this truthful quote:

    All great and honorable actions are accompanied with great difficulties, and both must be enterprised and overcome with answerable courage.

    6:48 PM Becky has published some wonderful thoughts aboutBlack Friday.

    6:37 PM Carl Sweatmankeeps it rolling.

    5:52 PM Just back from a nice long walk on the farm with Becky and I see that yet another good friend Down Under hasjoined the fun. And what might that book be about, Craig? Inquiring minds want to know ….

    12:10 PM Odds and ends …

    1) In gardening news … isn’t this the sorriest sight you’ve ever laid eyes on?

    Our vegetable garden definitely needed some work today, so while Becky was cooking up a storm (turkey and all the fixings) she asked me to pull up the old tomato plants, which I was happy to do.

    You could not have asked for a more beautiful day in southern Virginia. I think the tomato patch looks a bit more decent now, don’t you?

    While we were at it, we decided we’d plant some iris bulbs in the front flower beds. They will make our yard come alive during the winter months.

     

    2) I see Mark Stevens took me up on my offer. ReadA little about me.

    3) And here’s a mega shout out to John Mureiko of Kerens, TX, who just finished his first year of Greek. You can read about it in his latest blog post calledI’m Finished!!! I quite agree that this post deserves three exclamation points. John, I was so glad to be able to get yall started back in August.

     

    But I’m even happier to see that you have now completed what you started. I tell you, my hat’s off to you in a big way!

    4) Finally, look what just came out of the oven.

    Nigusse, get ready to eeeeeeeeat!

    8:26 AM “So, what will be our Thanksgiving verse today, honey?” Becky asked me as we sipped coffee this morning in front of a warm fireplace. The verse that came to mind was, of course, 1 Thess. 5:18: “In everything give thanks.” We both agreed that we should give thanks “in” everything but not necessarily “for” everything. After all, that’s what we have been taught all our lives. Then I remembered. “There’s a verse somewhere,” I muttered, “that says we are to give thanks for everything.” Indeed, there it was — Ephesians 5:20: “Giving thanks always for all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God our Father.” Sure enough, the Greek preposition was huper, “for.” The takeaways from this verse struck us immediately:

    • Thankfulness is to be the consistent attitude of our lives; we are to give thanks “at all times” (pantote).

    • Thanksgiving must be more than an attitude, however; it must be expressed.

    • We must learn to give thanks not only “in” every circumstance of life but also “for” every circumstance of life.

    • A thankful spirit is possible because our gratitude is based on the name (character) of the Lord Jesus. Because He is our Master (He is in control of everything that happens in our lives), for us to be grumpy and gripy is like slapping Him in the face.

    • Thanksgiving is directed toward God our Father — our Creator God (who is sovereign over all His creation) and our Father God (who is our Abba, tenderly loving us more than any earthly father ever could).

    B and I are honest when we say to you that the trials of our life have only made us more kingdom-focused than we would have been had we not faced these very difficult situations. Truly, we give thanks for them. Trials happen every day of every year around this planet of hurting humanity. Pain is a universal problem. But God works through every trial that comes our way. He has a Divine blueprint for our lives, and because He is the Originator of the plans, they are workable, believable, and reliable. And best of all, He promises His support to all who trust Him through the painful yet essential process of growth.

    Isn’t that something to be thankful for?

    6:58 AM Potpourri …

    1) If you’re looking for Thanksgiving around the web, don’t miss Becky’s definition ofthankfulness.

    2) Brian LePort is back home safe and sound after attending his first AAR/SBL meeting. As I recall, last year everybody was “live-blogging” the event. This year, well, the blogs gave way to Twitter. Next year I plan to be in Chicago (the Lord willing), so hope to meet you there, Brian.

    3) Peter and John were “idiots” (Acts 4:13).This essayist says so. What do you think? Sound exegesis? Or etymologizing?

    4) How do we “seek” first the kingdom of God (Matt. 6:33)?This answer might surprise you.

    5) Mark Stevens says it’s time toupdate your blog roll.

    Wednesday, November 23

    5:08 PM More farm news …

    1) Just took the dogs for their evening romp.

    2) I also fed the donks while I was at it.

    3) Here are two questions: Why do dogs have to chase donkeys?

    4) And why do they just have to drink rain water (even if it’s dirty) when they have delicious well water at home?

    Animals! Don’t ya just love ’em?

    4:28 PM Good evening, bloggers and bloggerettes! Today Nigusse and I got out our trusty Stihl chain saws and laid into the bushes and trees that had been growing along our pond dam/driveway.

    The weather was perfect for working out of doors, and we managed to finish the project in no time at all.

    Always something to do on a farm!

    How’s it look?

    8:15 AM Interested in a DVD Greek course? Good discussionhere to get you started. Ourown DVD set is available at a reasonable cost. I am amazed at just how widely it is used. In fact, we just got an order from New Zealand!

    7:34 AM Looking ahead ….

    During the final two weeks of the semester I have asked two of my doctoral students to lecture in my NT 2 class. Paul Himes will speak on 1 Peter and Alex Stewart on the book of Revelation. Both are covering these subjects in their doctoral dissertations. One of the most winsome traits to be found among the younger generation of New Testament scholars is their desire to learn and then to apply that knowledge. As the Scriptures make abundantly clear, the kind of knowledge that God honors and uses is applied knowledge. That’s why it’s so exciting for me to see my students studying so hard and then seeking to share their knowledge with others. They have a teachable, probing, discovering, and nondefensive spirit. I’m having a great time mentoring them in their program here. I don’t know who’s enjoying it more, they or I. And the best thing of all is that they genuinely desire to put into practice what they are learning in God’s Word. May their tribe increase.

    It just so happened that both Paul and Alex sat for their Ph.D. comps on the same day and had the same persecutors-in-chief (Beck, Robinson, Black). Here’s Paul. Paul has begun teaching in our seminary’s hybrid program.

    And here’s Alex. Alex has accepted an appointment to teach New Testament at Tyndale Theological Seminary in Holland upon graduation.

    Please pray for them as they complete their dissertations this school year.

    5:38 AM Odds and ends …

    1) Bec and I were up early this morning to Skype with the team at 4:00 am (noon their time). Everyone looked and sounded great. Remember the bookmarks Becky laminated for the village children?

    We punched a hole in each and added a loop of yarn as decoration. Well, it seems the children are wearing them around their necks. The Gospel going forth throughout Alaba!

    2) Less than two weeks to go till my next international trip.

    3) Arthur Sido has problems withartificial barriers at the Lord’s Table. So do I. Incidentally, the Lord never “invited” anyone to partake of His meal. His words are in the imperative mood and are a command: “Do this ….”

    4) How Bob Jones Universityis changing.

    5) The inaugural issue of the journal Soma has an excellent discussion of missions called Christian Ecumenical Partnership from Edinburgh 1910 to the Present: The Home Base, Education, and the Persistence of a Global Church Perspective (.pdf). Missions, it argues, should be a global partnership. I couldn’t agree more. (For the philosophy of missions that Becky and I have adopted, seeHow We Do Missions.)

    4:46 AM Tomorrow’s turkey day. Happy Thanksgiving to all of my readers!

    So, what are the most precious gifts for which an old man ought to thank God? I have not the slightest doubt that the answer is: the blessing of God Himself. Everything else pales in comparison. Domestic happiness, public recognition, health — the Trinity is in a different class from all other sources of happiness in life. I suspect that I am not alone in thinking this way. I am childishly fond of a good meal, a happy fireside, a pleasant vista. To climb the Acropolis and marvel at the symmetry of the Parthenon, to ride camel-back to the pyramids of Sakhara in Egypt, to saunter through the ruins of ancient Rome, to linger in the streets of Paris, to marvel at the Great Wall of China or the Herodian fortress at Masada or the grand temples in eastern Korea or the ancient churches of southern India — all these bring a kind of ephemeral happiness which, though merely passing, are still pleasures. I have always had a roof over my head, always food and family and friends, to say nothing of the joy of a good day’s work whether in a classroom or in a hayfield. But that transcendent relationship we call “Christianity” — that is something to be enjoyed and not to be talked about. I certainly have nothing to complain about under this heading.

    The kingdom of God is a place of safety. When you love God first and others second, every other priority of life falls into its proper place. The true disciple of Jesus is someone who is most definitely not looking back. He is concentrating on where he is going and not where he has been. He is looking forward to the day when God will make all things new. Every day it becomes more and more crucial to me that I forget those things that are behind and reach forward to those things that are ahead. Small tasks remain to be done — and maybe a few larger ones too.

    The Master’s not through with me yet, or with you for that matter. Thanks be to God.

    Tuesday, November 22

    11:02 AM On Dec. 4 I will be holding a church leadership workshop in Durham, NC. I thought you might be interested in the reading assignments that must be completed prior to the workshop. If you are interested in the topic, you might want to take a look at them yourself. You can print out the list and check off the boxes as you complete your reading.

    □ The Book of Acts.

    Essays by Alan Knox:

    1. Elders (Part 1) – Introduction

    2. Elders (Part 2) – Character

    3. Elders (Part 3) – Leadership

    4. Elders (Part 4) – Teaching

    5. Elders (Part 5) – Shepherding

    6. Elders (Part 6) – Overseeing

    7. Elders (Part 7) – Conclusion

    What does it mean to lead among the church?

    How leaders work WITH the church.

    When a leader is just one person among the church.

    When elders/pastors don’t have to act like employees.

    By working like this.

    Why I’m glad not to be that kind of pastor.

    Pastoral worries.

    Leadership is not decision-making.

    When equippers don’t equip.

    Essays by Arthur Sido

    Resumes and ministry.

    Pastor principal professional pay.

    Knowledge, edification, and worship.  

    Preaching the Word is not just for pastors.

    Essays by Dave Black

    Paul’s “Thankless Thanks” in Phil. 4:10-

    What Does a New Testament Church Look Like?

    The Rule of Paul

    The Thessalonian Road to Self-Support

    Sacerdotalism Or Every-Member Ministry?

    Recovering Paul’s Perspective on Pastoral Leadership

    Companionate Leadership

    Church as Meetinghouse

    Greener-Pasture Pastors

    Why We Must Insist On Every-Member Ministry

    Building Christ’s Church: His Way or Mine?

    Booklet by Alexander Strauch

    Biblical Eldership

    7:15 AM Good morning, fellow wayfarers!

    Do you have traditions? I do, and one of them is to re-read a certain book about this time of the year. It is a wonderfully written volume calledAt Dawn We Slept: The Untold Story of Pearl Harbor. It is a hefty tome and requires a good month of relaxed reading if I am to complete it before that “day of infamy” — December 7, 1941. Each time I read this book I find a fresh thought that bears fleshing out. Here’s the latest: How momentous are the little decisions of life! Every major chapter of our lives had a very small beginning. For Admiral Yamamoto, head of the Japanese Navy, that small beginning came in April of 1940. One day while talking to his chief of staff he muttered, more to himself than to anybody else, “I wonder if an aerial attack can’t be made on Pearl Harbor”?

    Twelve short words — and a year and half later Pearl Harbor would become a turning point in world history, an event so horrific, so spectacular, that an entire generation of Americans would grow up saying “Remember Pearl Harbor.”

    History often impinges upon such smallish decisions. Here I am with Becky while we were dating in La Mirada, California.

    When I finally proposed to her it was a small scratch on the slate of history. But that decision has shaped my life for over three decades. What university should I attend? Should I go on for that doctoral degree? Whom should I marry? How does one separate cause from effect or determine the significance of one small decision in life? I believe the reason God does not wipe out our past memory is because He wants to use that part of our lives for the work He has called us to do. He can take each and every decision we’ve ever made — wise or unwise — and make it to be our greatest lesson in the future. He can weave it into the tapestry of our life, and out of it He can teach us wonderful lessons that otherwise we would never have learned.

    I guarantee that no matter how old you are, God still has a new work He wants to do in your life. Tell Him you intend to keep on running the race set before you in such a way as to win the prize. Set high goals for yourself — you’ll never reach higher. Don’t be afraid to make those really tough decisions that glorify Him. God can use you today to be a blessing to others around you. But following God’s will doesn’t happen automatically. That’s because He has given us a choice as to whether we will seek His will and do what He says. We must decide. We must step out by faith. At this season of the year, perhaps a good place to start is by “giving thanks in all things” (1 Thess. 5:18). Thank the Lord for preserving you to this point in the race. Ask Him to guide your every step. Only He knows the way you should go. Align your heart with His, and watch Him bring your little dreams to fruition.

    As for Becky and me, 35 years after she accepted my proposal, we are still moving forward, still passionate about the Gospel, ever seeking new ways to serve King Jesus together. Because of Him, our best years are still ahead.

    Now that’s something to be thankful for.

    Monday, November 21

    5:19 PM Hartford Seminary announces an opening inNew Testament and Christian Origins.

    4:58 PM Here’s another quote from my forthcomingWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions?

    I can’t help but wonder which came first: the impulse to over-theologize the New Testament, thus removing our personal responsibility to obey the implications of Jesus’ teachings, or the tendency to separate thinking from living, doctrine from practice, orthodoxy from orthopraxy. Either way, the answer to bad theology is not no theology but good theology. Let me emphasize again: I love theology! I am all for engaging our minds to their fullest when it comes to the Scriptures. A man who has authored or edited such books as Interpreting the New Testament,Rethinking the Synoptic Problem, and Learn to Read New Testament Greek might well feel justified in calling himself a serious student of the Bible. But the sad reality is that one can write books about the New Testament and yet fail to incarnate the teachings of Jesus in one’s own values, beliefs, and practices. And that is precisely my point in this book. The holiest and most necessary expression of Christian theology is also the most ordinary. God’s grace is experienced in every sphere of life, including such mundane acts as working, eating, and socializing.

    Do you agree? Is there a disconnect between the academy and the world Jesus died for?

    12:52 PM Recently Mark Goodacre asked,Is blogging really worth it? What an excellent question! For what it’s worth, I offer a quick response. It doesn’t matter who you are, or how long you’ve been a follower of the Lord Jesus, or what age you might be, or the condition of your body and soul — this blog is for you. I’ve been a devoted follower of Jesus for 51 years and I need this blog too. In fact, I write it for myself as much as I write it for you. That’s because you and I are alike. We both find life, at times, complex rather than simple, difficult rather than easy, challenging rather than exhilarating. In the midst of our busy lives, with all of our challenges, it’s good to take the time to refocus our attention on God. In the past 8 years I’ve come to realize just how important blogging has become to me because it allows me time to reflect on all the good things God is doing in my life (and in the lives of those whom I love). It helps me keep focused on who God is and who He has made me to be. By speaking about His goodness and love, my faith is strengthened and I am encouraged to believe the impossible. Who among us doesn’t need that?

    This blog is dedicated to all my brothers and sisters in the Lord all over the world who long to deepen their walk with God, move into everything He has for them, and become all He has made them to be. My prayer for this blog, and for yours, is simply this: “Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands for us” (Psalm 90:17). I am desperately aware of how much I need His power to transform my life and my circumstances. I don’t want to be a spiritual underachiever. I don’t want to live an ineffective life. The purpose of this blog is to help us not to forget Him. It is my joy to publish it and my honor to affirm that all my longings, loneliness, and emptiness are more than met in Him. No one will ever know me as well or love me as much. And the same goes for you.

    12:18 PM Encouraging wordhere from Henry Neufeld about avoiding stereotyping when arguing for one’s theological point of view.

    11:49 AM Odds and ends …

    1) Today I’m fixing a water leak in my crawlspace. Have no idea what I’m doing. Thanks for troubleshooting with me, Ed.

    2) Thomas Hudgins is offering a free beginning Greek class in Spanish. You can either attend the class in Apex, NC, or attend “live” via the Internet. For more information, gohere (English) orhere (Spanish).

    3) Recently someone asked me which commentary on Philippians I liked in addition to Hawthorne’s. Hands down the answer is O’Brien’s.

    4) In case you didn’t know, we have a web page calledEthiopia Files. We delight in sharing what the Lord Jesus is doing in that great land. It’s updated frequently, so do check in with us often.

    5) My Ph.D. student Paul Himes has published his favorite resources for studyingJesus and the Gospels

    Sunday, November 20

    9:47 PM Grateful that my sinus headache has finally passed. Thankful for Maxalt tablets. Even more thankful for a God who heals.

    8:20 PM From the new Spanish edition of my beginning Greek textbook:

    El idioma griego ha tenido siempre una atracción peculiar para los lectores y los expositores del Nuevo Testamento. Más de un centenar de gramáticas de introducción de griego del Nuevo Testamento se han producido en inglés, muchas de ellas por eruditos de primera clase. Seria inusual, por lo tanto, si la gramática actual no estuviera llena de la influencia de los de la más antigua y estoy seguro de que los que requieren este libro verán las deficiencias de sus precursores. Encuentro, sin embargo, alguna satisfacción al saber que cualquier tema es promovido, en un pequeño grado, por el tratamiento independiente de la misma materia a la luz de lo investigaciones más recientes. Por consiguiente, el objetivo del presente volumen, que fue escrito por la amable invitación de los editores, ha sido para satisfacer la necesidad de hoy en día relacionada con esta materia, una metodología lingüística informada, y un énfasis en los modelos contemporáneos de aprendizaje de idiomas. Las explicaciones simplificadas, los vocabularios básicos, y los ejercicios abundantes en exégesis, el énfasis lingüístico sientan las bases para cursos posteriores en la gramática. Es mi esperanza que este libro demostrará ser de gran ayuda de sus predecesores, y que la naturaleza de las lecciones lo establecerá como una introducción útil a la lingüística griega, un campo que está especialmente preparado para proveer una nueva luz sobre las palabras de la Escritura.

    The project is well under way and I couldn’t be more excited. Currently we are in discussions with a publisher in Latin America. Prayers would be appreciated.

    (By the way, today I treated Becky and Nigusse to lunch at a Mexican restaurant. We were undercharged for our meal. I handled the whole thing in Spanish. Aren’t you proud of me?)

    7:58 PM This was the week when Herbert Cain failed his Libya test (“I got all this stuff twirling around in my head”).

    Students take note. When the day of the final comes and you have run out of reasons for doing so poorly in class, you can always resort to alibi:  “Well, you see, your expectations of me are way too high. You actually expect me to remember all this stuff you taught me? Man, I went through brain burnout months ago!”

    Of course, there’s another alternative. You can always admit you didn’t study and that, as a result, you know nothing about the subject.

    7:38 PM Odds and ends…

    1) Today Nigusse led our Sunday School class. He taught from Ephesians 4 and the way we grieve the Holy Spirit through our harmful words. As he spoke I thought about blogging. Our blog posts can be harmful or helpful. They can build up or tear down. They can make the Holy Spirit happy — or make Him sad. Blogging is a great joy but also an awesome responsibility.

    2) Thanks to your prayers and the help of the Spirit, our Skype connection with our team in Alaba today was excellent. Each of the Bethel Hill crew spoke briefly and then elder Jason prayed for them and their work. Tomorrow the team will begin fanning out to their various ministries. No vacation for them there!

    3) Looking ahead … tomorrow Becky has her next Avastin treatment at UNC. I have toyed with the idea of taking Becky and Nigusse to the Ethiopian restaurant in Raleigh for lunch. You know, showing solidarity with the team, and all that. Do we miss Alaba? Are there cows in Texas?

    4) Finally, Jason brought a great Thanksgiving message today on — the wrath of God! Becky and I both took thorough notes. Hers are publishedhere. Enjoy!

    8:53 AM Once again, Kolo got his horns stuck in the fence while trying to eat some grass on the other side. His mama, Fandisha, stayed close by, worried to death I’m sure.

    Not to fear: We are here to extricate our goats from their self-induced problems.  Lessons?

    1) The grass is always greener on the other side.

    2) Our greatest assets (horns) can also prove to be our greatest liabilities.

    3) A mother’s love is eternal.

    8:42 AM Hello Internet friends,

    Some of you who have been reading this site for a while may recall that I’ve been working on a new book calledWill You Join the Cause of Global Missions? My desire is to reflect accurately what Scripture teaches in the area of associating with non-Christians and their world. I’m not especially concerned with our hallowed manmade traditions of doing missions. I feel like I’ve hit on some insights that provide a framework that allows me to combine the twin foci of unity and missions that we see throughout the New Testament. So if you’ll bear with me, I think I’ll introduce you to a few quotes from the forthcoming book. For starters, here’s something to chew on:

    Jesus’ disciples enjoyed community simply because Jesus and not a set of dogmas was at the center of their life. They never tried to “build community.” They didn’t have to. Community was the result of being united in the Christian mission; community emerged naturally when they committed themselves to something bigger than themselves. And so it is in the church today. It is my personal observation that most Christians begin to enjoy genuine community only when they begin to serve the poor, evangelize the lost, and plant churches. The glue that unites them is the missional task of loving their neighbors. A shared sense of mission drives them to community. Their congregations are mission-shaped. Like Jesus, they literally go. For them the Bible, not tradition, is normative, and they hold themselves accountable to each other in love even while they work closely with the surrounding neighborhood, developing strong links between Christians and not-yet Christians.

    I think it’s very clear that the New Testament affirms Christian mission as the basis for our unity in the Body of Christ. I feel compelled, out of fidelity to Jesus, to repudiate the notion that cooperation is impossible on a practical level. I’ll leave you with this teaser thought: Jesus prayed for our unity in John 17. Can Jesus pray a prayer and it not be answered?

    Enjoy the Lord’s Day!

    Dave

    Saturday, November 19

    6:48 PM The topic of conversation around the dinner table tonight? Alaba, of course. Many, many happy memories of our times there. And to think it all began because of the murder of a Christian in 2005. It was about then that I began to seriously question the “cult of verbal Christianity” — the almost intentional preoccupation with Bible teaching to the exclusion of wordless ethics of unmotivated, daily, pedestrian relationships with the suffering church. Loving people far away — this was always a matter for professional missionaries, not for me. Each of us, I suppose, has to settle this point once and for all. The power of love is attested by our sacrifice, not by our God-talk. We have to make a definite choice to put the kingdom of God first and then trust Him to add “all these things” to us. I am so grateful for that day when I made my first trip to Alaba. It is a place that will always be deep in our hearts.

    4:21 PM The disturbing image of students at U. C. Davis being pepper sprayed by police reminded me of something the Polish novelist Stanislaw Lec once said: “In a war of ideas, it is people who get killed.”

    The appeal of the OWS movement sounds so modern — rejection of their parents’ values, redistribution of wealth — but it represents the same old half-truth that gave us Socialism. Ideologies, whether of the left or the right, share the same common flaw — they miss the paradox of the cross. As C. S. Lewis reminded us, there are only two kinds of people — those who say to God, “Thy will be done,” and those to whom God says, “Very well, then, thy will be done.”

    Adam blamed Eve, and Eve blamed the serpent, and today we blame either big government or Wall Street for what ails us as a society. We are experts at passing the buck, blaming everything and everybody but ourselves for the selfishness we see in the world. The prodigal son had a list of alibis a mile long, but his salvation began when he said, “I have sinned.” Modern prodigals on both sides of the political spectrum spout a thousand excuses — and then go on feeding the hogs.

    Truly, we reap what we sow.

    12:15 PM Click here and take a tour of Israel via IMAX. Incredible! 

    11:10 AM My body is here in Virginia but my mind wanders disobediently to faraway Alaba, land that I love. How are our missionaries doing? How effective will their ministries be? These questions constantly run through my mind. It is becoming clearer and clearer to me each day what missions is. It is a process, and a highly unpredictable one at that. It begins by giving up our presumptuous notion that we can give salvation to anyone. Only the Father can draw the lost to Himself. The work of missions is His from beginning to end. This is a truth that missionaries of Jesus Christ fully and consciously accept. Of course, this does not relieve us of our obligation to make the proclamation of Jesus Christ concrete. This is, after all, our task. This applies not only to the spoken word but also to the language of gestures and actions. I always show this photo whenever I speak about missions because it encapsulates for me what the word “missions” means.

    The true import of the Gospel is always perceived through the visible signs offered. The message of Jesus Christ cannot be presented abruptly, without the use of love language that is comprehensible to the listener. In fact, the missionary cannot offer anything more than signs, and it is Christ who then speaks through His Spirit among these signs.

    Because missionary service is nothing more than signs, nothing more than a summons, we have no guarantee that it will be effective in any given situation. As a general rule, of course, the Gospel is effective, but if people do not respond to it — well, that is the rub. As missionaries we have no right to expect a concrete response. All we can do is go on living the signs, aware that the summons to Christ cannot be reduced to any one method or strategy. What we cannot do is fail to touch the person’s basic humanity that lies buried beneath the trappings of skin color, educational status, or nationality. No one knew this better than the apostle Paul, who once said of his own missionary work, “Because of our love for you we were ready to share with you not only the Good News from God but even our very own lives. You were so dear to us!” (1 Thess. 2:8).

    I am certain that everyone on our team — Cindi, Katy, Kandace, Abigail, Dale, Jason, Kevin — all of them together truly and deeply love the people of Alaba. Like the Jesus they serve, they do not try to shine by virtue of their educational or cultural background. They wish to touch people at the very core of their being. The course of history will reveal how effective they were in doing this.

    9:25 AM I hesitate to link tothis blog entry lest I inadvertently give support to The Etymological New Testament. But Bible students should be aware that this sort of thing happens. For example, here’s John 3:16:

    For Placer so loved the system, that he gave his uniquely-becoming son that whosoever is trusting into the same, should not be from-whole-loosed, but have life of unconditional-being.

    Theos means “Placer”?

    Incidentally, etymologizing is not a modern phenomenon only; it was widely practiced in the ancient world as well. And it is one of the exegetical fallacies that Ben Baxter discusses in his forthcoming book “In the Original Text It Says.” As I’ve pointed out to my students hundreds of time, you don’t have to have been born and raised in Hawaii like me to know that a pineapple is not an apple that grows on a pine tree.

    9:11 AM Becky wants to know, Are You Still Swimming? 

    9:04 AM You won’t hear about it on CNN, but I have some news that ought to make headlines worldwide. Today we Skyped with Ethiopia for the very first time in history.

    We spoke with the Team and everybody looked and sounded great. Tomorrow we hope to Skype with the team in our churches to allow the U.S. congregations to see “their” missionaries.

    Please pray, if you would, that all goes well with the connection. I can’t tell you what this will do for our ability to communicate with the church in Alaba. Today the Team is resting for the first time since they left on Wednesday. Tomorrow will be a full day of teaching and preaching. In the meantime, let’s continue “Skyping” with Heaven, where the connection is always good.

    8:31 AM Good day to you, bloggerites of the world!

    This week our Greek 3 class finished translating the book of Philippians. We went out with a bang. If anyone wants to know why I recommend Gerald Hawthorne’s commentary on Philippians, his discussion of 4:10- is a big part of the reason.

    Hawthorne makes the following points about the passage:

    1) Although Paul championed the right to be supported by those to whom he preached, he preferred to support himself by manual labor.

    2) He insisted on doing this for three reasons:

    a) He wanted to offer the Gospel free of charge.

    b) He wanted to ward off any accusations that his mission was a pretext for greed.

    c) He wanted to set the proper example for others.

    3) Paul never hesitated to ask for money — for others!

    4) The Philippians’ gifts to Paul were unsolicited and violated Paul’s strict principles.

    5) Paul, therefore, must insist on his own financial independence even as he gratefully acknowledges their generosity towards him.

    6) Paul is “self-sufficient” (the Greek word is autarkes) — completely independent of external circumstances, people, and things.

    7) His self-sufficiency is relative, however. He can face any circumstance only because he is “in union with the One who infuses me with strength” (4:13).

    It is evident that receiving gifts from others was a very sensitive issue for Paul. It was a matter that required both firmness and tact. Hence he thanks the Philippians without really thanking them. (Some have called Phil. 4:10- Paul’s “thankless thanks.”) The value of their gift was primarily as an expression of the work of Christ in them. Paul is, I suppose, the classic example of a tentmaking missionary. He does not seem to have been concerned about his finances. The Lord had indicated to him that he should work for his own living — something he is eager to exhort his fellow believers to do as well (Eph. 4:26; 1 Thess. 4:11-12). Yet he was humble enough to graciously receive unsolicited gifts. The only thing he would not do is ask for money for himself.

    Most of us find conversations about Christian finances difficult, as did Paul. What on earth are we supposed to do when a close relative of ours asks us to support their summer mission trip? We, like Paul, must be in vital touch with the Lord. We must be prayerfully open to sensing His leading towards the individual He wants us to help. I am certain that I have missed many opportunities because I have been too distracted by my own agenda. But it is essential if we are to help other people that we follow the Lord’s leading. One approach that has occurred to me is this: When a loved one asks me to support their summer mission trip, I can say: “I’m happy to help you, but you must match every dollar I give you from your own savings.” When I give, I want to see that there is at least some effort by the recipient, if he or she is able, to add to the kitty out of their own savings and thrift. Serving Jesus is costly. Paul knew this very well. During the day he preached; during the night he plied his trade. The truth of the matter is that Paul, united with Christ, was able to face life confidently, irrespective of the aid of others. He was “untroubled by the vicissitudes of life” (Hawthorne). He lacked nothing. And this is true partly because he was willing to support himself.

    I find that this principle is perfectly possible to operate in today’s world. And I am quite certain that the combination of a high work ethic with a generous spirit of giving (and receiving!) is a great attraction in proclaiming and demonstrating the Good News.

    Wouldn’t you agree?

    Happy working — and giving!

    Dave

    Friday, November 18

    5:50 PM Ethiopia Team update:

    • Praise God that the team arrived safely in Alaba.

    • Praise God that everyone is healthy and rested.

    • Pray for Miss Cindy as she begins her women’s class tomorrow morning.

    • Pray for Kevin who will be setting up Skype and practicing with Becky all day tomorrow. 

    1:08 PM This just in! One of my students, Jacob Cerone, has just produced interactive Greek vocabulary cards not only formy beginning Greek grammar but also for Metzger’s word lists and the LXX. Go here to check them out. You will not be disappointed.

    (Note: Where it says “Sets (92)” you will need to scroll down to access my vocabulary.)

    Thank you, Jacob, for this phenomenal labor of love!

    12:48 PM Honored to be invited to speak in the Local and International Sunday School Class at Mount Vernon Baptist Church on Sunday, November 27, at 9:45.

    11:56 AM Greek students! I’ve just added the following to myGreek Portal:

    The “Living Koine” Approach:

    Some professors are trying to teach the biblical languages by using techniques commonly appropriated when learning modern (living) languages. This “living language” approach goes by various names so we’ll try to highlight some of the more notable ones here:

     Randall Buth has popularized a living language approach to learning the biblical languages:http://www.biblicallanguagecenter.com/ Christophe Rico has a PhD in Greek Linguistics and teaches at the Hebrew University in Israel. His living language approach is called “The Polis Method:”http://poliskoine.com/site/ Daniel Street teaches at Criswell College and uses the Living Koine approach:http://danielstreett.wordpress.com/ Finally, the B-Greek Forum has a running post on current instructors of the Living Koine approach:http://www.ibiblio.org/bgreek/forum/viewtopic.php?f=15&t=772&sid=dbba84ffdb2f0fb9c43773b88d787eeb

    11:28 AM Lee University announces an opening inTheology, as does the University of Dallas.

    11:04 AM A thousand apologies for not posting these pictures sooner. I know all of you have been waiting breathlessly to see photos of the blanket Becky made for baby Beki in Burji. Isn’t it somethin’?

    Note the date: The Ethiopian (Julian) calendar is 7 years behind ours (the Gregorian).

    On Wednesday a group of supporters got together at Food Lion in Roxboro to pray for the departing Ethiopia Team. I wanted so much to be there but had to work.

    Below: The Intrepid Seven, arriving at RDU. Go, team, go!

    Here Mama B gives some last minute instructions to Jason and “Papa” Kevin. (Yes, since Mama B and Papa B cannot go with you, you are now officially a “Papa,” Kevin.)

    Can you believe it? None of their bags was overweight!

    You ask, What are those pompoms for? Believe me, baggage claim is negotiated a lot quicker when you have brightly-colored pompoms on your bags.

    I snapped this photo not 20 minutes ago. Becky had called the home of Martha and Demissie in Alaba to check up on the team, who were all at church. So she had a nice conversation (in Amharic, I might add) with our dear sister Martha.

    Martha is a national treasure in Ethiopia. She feeds our teams breakfast and dinner each and every day.

    She is as much a part of Team Ethiopia 2011 as you are — if you arepraying!

    10:06 AM Looking ahead …

    Mark your calendars now to attend the annual 20/20 conference on the SEBTS campus. The dates are February 3-4. This year’s theme is “The Scriptures Come to Life,” and the plenary speakers include Don Carson, Danny Akin, and Tony Merida. Lots of breakout sessions too. (I’ve been asked to speak on the topic, “How do I read the Gospels, and why are there four Gospels?”) For details, gohere.

    9:38 AM Good morning, friends!

    Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what makes missions so important. By very definition, missions is the task of the church, yet up until now “missiology” has remained on the margins of theology. By and large, theologians do not pay much attention to missions, and even newer theological approaches to missions seem designed to revitalize Christendom rather than to call into question age-old assumptions and institutions. How can one really call upon institution that is organized to lead and ask it to serve? Are we not inclined to cling to traditional notions of missions instead of submitting everything we do to the judgment of the biblical text?

    The subject of missions demands careful and critical study. Nigusse keeps telling me that I’m going to end up one day writing an entire book on the subject. Years ago I almost did. In the late 1970s I had a meeting in Tübingen with Peter Beyerhaus, the university’s highly esteemed professor of world missions, to discuss the possibility of writing a dissertation under his direction. He was eager to begin, but by that time I was already committed to studying under Bo Reicke in Basel. As you know, I ended up writing a dissertation about the church and Christian living (Paul, Apostle of Weakness). But the church comes after the Gospel mission, not before it. The first exists for the second. The church exists only to carry on what Jesus Himself did, incarnating His ministry in a modern cultural context. As I frequently tell my students, “The church is the Body of Christ, and what did Christ do with His body? He gave it for the world.” As Bonhoeffer once put it, “The Church is the Church only when it exists for others” (Letters and Papers from Prison, p. 203).

    In a brand new essay, my Old Testament colleague Tracy McKenzie and I offer a new analysis of the church as a missionary organism. Our essay is calledTop Ten Misconceptions about Missions. Our thesis is that as local congregations begin to study the Scriptures (both Old and New Testaments) they will become what they are by faith: God’s missionary people. This is the first of several essays I plan on co-authoring with faculty and student colleagues who share my interest in the theology of the Gospel mission. Who knows where this will lead. Maybe a co-authored book? We’ll see …

    Please take a look at our essay and let us know what you think.

    Blessings in the Lamb,

    Dave

    Thursday, November 17

    6:50 PM Thank you, Henry, for joining us in prayer for Ethiopia Team 2011! 

    6:45 PM I’ve begun doing the final edits of a magnificence little work.

    It’s by Ben Baxter and called “In the Original Text It Says.” It deals with those infamous word study fallacies that are still celebrated today in sermon and commentary. Here’s what Stanley Porter of McMaster Divinity School has to say about the book:

    Ben Baxter has written a provocative study that will challenge pastors to be better informed linguistically and hence to be able to be more responsible exegetes. We who teach and preach the Scriptures are given a tremendous privilege and opportunity to open God’s word for our people, and we cannot afford to make serious mistakes that misconstrue  its meaning. Although often overlooked, language study stands at the 
    heart of good exegesis. Baxter’s book will be a valuable tool to help  pastors and teachers avoid falling into some of the common errors and abuses of interpretation of the Bible. I highly recommend that pastors read and, more importantly, learn from and use this book.

    Allan Bevere (a magnificent blogger!) and I have added it to the Areopagus lineup.

    I’m very pleased with this work and glad I was able to persuade Mr. Baxter to submit it to us. Look for an early 2012 release.

    3:52 PM Heartiest congratulations to:

    1) Andy Bowden for the phenomenal job he did yesterday in my NT 2 class.

    2) Miss Ev Wesson who celebrated her 85th birthday on Tuesday. She has served the Lord and Southeastern as a secretary for 50 years. Happy Birthday, Miss Ev! May God richly bless you for your faithfulness to Him!

    3:40 PM Newsflash! Our Ethiopia team has arrived in Addis! Went straight through customs without a hitch. They are now resting at the Addis Kidan guest house before leaving for Alaba tomorrow morning. Keeppraying!  

    3:26 PM Odds and ends …

    1) Here are five myths aboutyoung adult church dropouts.

    2) Dallas Seminary’s Michael Burer has beenblogging from the ETS meeting in San Francisco.

    3) Someone sent me this:

    EXERCISE FOR PEOPLE OVER 50

    Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.

    Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer. After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato bags. Then try 50-lb potato bags and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms
    straight for more than a full minute. (I’m at this level.)  

    After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

    4) Finally, for no particular reason, here are some fun facts about me:

    • My favorite food is … Korean.

    • I cannot stomach … watercress.

    • My favorite TV show is … I don’t watch TV.

    • In my spare time I … write.

    • One word used to describe me when growing up … lazy.

    • One word used to describe me today … diligent.

    • If I had a million dollars I’d … give them to the church in Ethiopia.

    • I send this many emails each day … 50.

    • Being a teacher is … humbling.

    • My favorite book that I’ve written is … The Jesus Paradigm.

    • Before I die I want to meet … Aussie John and Mark Stevens (both live Down Under).

    • My (earthly) hero is … Conrad Grebel.

    • My favorite theologian is … Jacques Ellul.

    • I went to high school at … Kailua High School (go Surfriders!).

    • My favorite spot on earth is … Waikiki Beach at sunset.

    • If I wasn’t an educator I would be… an airline pilot.

    • My favorite Bible verse is … Phil. 1:29.

    • My favorite pet is … our Sheltie Sheba.

    • My favorite commentary on Ephesians is by … Hoehner.

    • I am embarrassed that I … can’t remember people’s names.

    • I used to teach at … Biola University.

    • I once lectured …  on the Costa del Sol in Spain.

    • Becky and I honeymooned in … Hawaii (obviously!).

    • Our first mission trip together was to … West Germany.

    • My first book publisher was … Peter Lang (New York).

    • My first journal article appeared in … theGrace Theological Journal.

    • I was once asked to … head up the Ph.D. program at SEBTS.

    • I have been invited to write commentaries on … Hebrews and Philippians (I passed on both).

    • My longest selling book is … Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek (first published in 1988).

    • My rank in the army (as a Civil War reenactor) is … private.

    • During reenactments I have preached sermons with the following in attendance … Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson.

    • My fastest speed on horseback when riding cross-country was … 40 miles per hour.

    • Number of “unplanned dismounts” while riding … 3.

    • I named one of my horses “Traveler” after … General Lee’s steed.

    • My favorite Hitchcock movie is … North by Northwest.

    • Most people don’t know that I … have to work hard to learn a foreign language.

    • I have never been in … South America.

    • The number of states in the U.S. I’ve been in is … 48.

    • While in high school I made … first chair, first trumpet, in the all-state band (I don’t play a lick today).

    So … what are some fun facts about you?

    Tuesday, November 15

    5:58 AM Here’s a brief discussion of theLife Cycle of a Pastor. What a very sad commentary. And so unnecessary. We assume that our churches will have a solitary (and soon-to-be-moving-on) pastor. You find nothing of the sort in the New Testament. Theirs was a fellowship of leadership. It involved a team. I am convinced that this is the only real solution to “pastoral tenure.” What do you think?

    5:48 AM Quick update:

    1) Our Ethiopia team leaves tomorrow. Becky has produced aday-by-day itinerary and prayer guide for your convenience. Like Jesus, they are joining those at the bottom, the people on the margins of life. God bless them, each one. They covet your prayers.

    2) In Wednesday’s NT 2 class our guest speaker will be my Th.M. student (and soon-to-be doctoral student at the University of Munich)Andy Bowden, who will be examining with us the discourse structure of James. His approach is, I must say, refreshingly unique. Before he lectures I’ll be sharing a few thoughts about the letter’s emphasis on practical Christian living (“Christianity in overalls”). As always, do join us if you are so inclined.

    3) Nigusse and I are making our twelfth missionary journey to Wake Forest today. Yes, we are calling our trips to campus “missionary journeys.” We pass through Judea (Mecklenburg County, VA) and Samaria (Granville County, NC) before reaching the uttermost parts of the earth (SEBTS in Wake County). We indulge this little fiction as it makes the drive a bit more interesting and enjoyable.

    Monday, November 14

    1:44 PM Becky just left for church with her laptop. At 2:00 she will Skype Nigusse on the new Alaba laptop which is now on our kitchen counter. If everything works as planned, Bethel Hill will be able to have a video conference with our team in Alaba during our morning service next Sunday. Mind-blowing.

    1:35 PM Good day to you, bloggers! As you know, this weekend I was honored to speak at Hunt Springs Baptist Church in Sanford, NC. My talks centered on how radically different the kingdom of God is from the kingdoms of this world and why it is important to faithfully follow the Scriptures in obedience and love, even when this goes against tradition. I just loved the warmth and humility of this wonderful congregation and especially the passion of their pastor to follow the simple teachings of Scripture. One example: The church has declared the entire month of December as “Pastor Appreciation Month.” As a congregation that recognizes the sole headship of Christ as the Senior Pastor of the Church (praise God!), they will spend each Sunday and Wednesday during December sharing testimonies of what Jesus Christ has meant to them this past year. Isn’t that magnificent?

    I think my talks were well received (which is not to say they couldn’t have been presented better!). I honestly was delighted when Pastor Wes agreed to announce the event as a “Bible Conference” instead of your typical Baptist “revival” meeting.

    As you know, my passion in teaching is to see every Christian instructed in the Scriptures in such a way that they are motivated to become involved in fulltime Christian ministry. Each of us had been ordained by God for missionary service. I like the thought found on the barn of a farmer in Georgia: “Christianity is our business; we farm only to pay expenses.” We’re all in the business of Christianity regardless of how we earn our livelihood. In the New Testament, the term “call” refers to God’s call to salvation and service. Every Christian is called by God to serve Him in the church and the world through personal ministry. Each of us has a gift from God to exercise in the building up of the church for the common good (1 Cor. 12:4-6). God has invited every one of us to experience the joy of serving Him!

    A pastor’s aim is not to do the work of the ministry but to see that others are engaged in the service of God. Accomplishing this goal requires that pastors/elders become competent equippers who multiply their ministry by the work of those prepared for service. The hierarchy model of church government insists that every organization must have a key or dominant leader. It charges the pastor to be this leader. However, this status and function as Head of the church belongs to Christ alone. Thus ordination, as practiced by most churches today, is unhelpful. If only “real” ministers are ordained, people who are not ordained will have no incentive to develop their gifts of preaching and teaching. Paul made it clear that all of the Colossian believers were to teach and admonish one another (Col. 3:16). The author of Hebrews makes the same point when he writes, “Exhort one another every day” (Heb. 3:13). The message is clear. All Christians are Body-builders (they are to “edify”), but we do not all build in the same way. The New Testament envisages that all Christian disciples will be involved in the “work of the Lord” (1 Cor. 15:58). According to Paul, every member ministry is the normal Christian life. It means standing together with our leaders in profound unity, teamwork, and solidarity. In Phil. 1:5, Paul refers to this solidarity as a “partnership” in the Gospel. All of us — leaders and led alike — are Gospel partners, longing and striving to see the Gospel defended and proclaimed.

    Recently someone suggested that our churches should not have “membership” covenants any longer. Instead, we should have “partnership” covenants. I love that idea! I mean, in the final analysis, what we’re after is not more passive church members, right? In our spectator-oriented culture, it’s essential to realize that a major element of growing in grace is a willingness to get our hands dirty in real-life ministry.

    Do you know the biggest hurdle to this? Me. If I fail to get involved, I will spend my life simply getting by. I’ve got to give myself permission to serve, plain and simple. God has a unique work for me to do. At the risk of repetition overkill, may I remind us that a life committed to Christ is not a laid-back vacation? God, in grace, has given us the privilege of serving Him. So are we?

    I came away from the Bible conference with a refreshing reminder of just how powerful, beautiful, and amazing God’s Word is. My conviction is that if our churches would hold loosely to our traditions, we would be able to raise up a generation of leaders and followers who boldly embody Jesus’ upside-down kingdom values. May it be!

    Cheers,

    Dave

    Saturday, November 12

    8:34 AM Odds and ends …

    1) Last night Nigusse and I waited upon Becky and her friend Rachael, who came over for supper. We figured Becky needed a respite from her arduous labors for Ethiopia. We served them appetizers in the living room …

    …then supper in the formal dining room.

    Yes, food was eventually served.

    2) This weekend I will be in Sanford, NC, for a series of messages today and tomorrow. The venue is Hunt Springs Baptist Church. Wes, my NT 2 student, pastors there. Service times are 1:30 and 6:00 today and 11:00 and 6:00 tomorrow. And of course, we will be doing lots of good eating today at 4:00 pm. We are Baptists, you know. I hope we will all rekindle our passion for the kingdom while holding loosely to everything else in life. 

    3) Bible translation is not easy.This video of the ESV Committee on Translation hard at work is proof positive. I’m reminded of the fantastic truth that we have a God who enters our world through the words of His Word.

    4) My hat’s off to Arthur Sido for his excellent article onChristian fundraising.

    7:50 AM Energion announces anew book on missions.

    7:42 AM BeckyLynn here, with a brief report of our day yesterday.

    1) Usually for several days before the Team leaves, our home turns into one big suitcase!

    The suitcases are packed full of things for the Ethiopian church, but they are not closed until the last minute. Then we weigh them and hope they are not more than the 50 pounds allowed free. At 51 pounds, they cost a mere $200 each! The suitcases for this trip are filled with 2 invertors for the Burji church’s solar system, 5 more Sabers for the Rural Bible Teaching program, several sacks of clothes for the evangelists, protein bars, and eye glasses. And hidden in with the rest of the things are clothes and gifts for my “children”…Baby Becky in Burji, Little Tiblett in the village of Shule (Burji), and Young Nathan in Alaba Town. Baby Becky is getting a rattle, Tiblett is getting a Toddler Bible Story picture book, and Nathan is getting some trucks, an ambulance, and a fire-engine (both of which light up and make the appropriate sounds). Sure wish I could be with them when they get their things 🙂

    2) Now let me share with you how my Lord does His work. Several years ago a friend gave me a book marker that she had made. It was laminated, with a picture and a poem. I’ve kept it, thinking it would be good to do something like this for Christians in Ethiopia. Well, the time has come!  We have 3 young ladies on the Team leaving Wednesday who will be working with the children of Alaba. I’m guessing about 500 children in the Town and villages will be touch by these young ladies. They will be learning about the characteristics of Jesus.

    So God put into my head to make these bookmarkers for these children. Two years ago I made laminated posters for the clinic walls. Nigusse and I have cut/pasted from those posters to make these bookmarkers. “Jesus is the Good Shepherd.” “Jesus is the light of the world.” “Jesus is the Way, the Truth, the Life. “And so on.  A message about Jesus is on each side, along with a picture or decoration. After laminating them, we’ve punched a hole at one corner, and we will string yarn through the hole, so these can be hung in homes, etc. Our goal is to make 1,000 of these bookmarkers! They will be spread all over Alaba! The Gospel going forth in the hands of these little children….into their homes, their schools, their neighborhoods, their playgrounds.  And who knows what God will do with His word!

    “God is doing a great work!” “God is getting ready to save someone!” Nigusse’s enthusiasm is genuine. It has been overwhelming to me to think that my Lord has given me this idea, has given me all the materials to do the work, and is allowing me to have a part in His Kingdom in Ethiopia!

    I tell you! There is NOTHING so satisfying, so thrilling, so energizing as working in His Kingdom!  Not marriage, not children, not grandchildren, not health, not wealth, not home or farm … nothing comes even a little close to the joy and satisfaction of doing His work! Thank you, Lord, for allowing me this privilege!!

    In the Kids Kards below, one says “Jesus is the Light of the World; the person who believes in Him will not walk in darkness.” 

    The other one says “Jesus is the Resurrection and the Life. Whoever comes to Him will have eternal life.”

    Friday, November 11

    1:20 PM Glad to announce the appearance of the latest volume in our Areopagus series. It’s calledExcept for Fornication: The Teaching of the Lord Jesus on Divorce and Remarriage.

    There will, of course, be disagreement with any book on such a controversial subject. Because divorce (and remarriage) is so prevalent in the evangelical world today, books like this one are important. Without giving away the conclusion, I’ll just say that I believe the author has shown us a legitimate way of interpreting the passages involved. It is academic yet readable. I greatly enjoyed editing it.

    1:02 PM This week in our Greek 3 class we exegeted Phil. 4:1-9, a passage full of references to the need for unity and cooperation in the cause of the Gospel. I want to say from the start that I have tremendous respect for my students who are trying to effect changes in their churches. I deeply appreciate the fact that they want to go about the process in a way that is conducive to unity and does not fight against it. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do think it is wrong to force change without at least doing our very best to build a consensus. Commenting on harmony in the church, Howard Marshall (New Testament Theology, p. 347) writes:

    Such harmony could arise in two ways. One possibility is that there is considerable toleration of different points of view, so that people do not fight over differences of opinion on nonessential matters. The other possibility is that people are united because they are in agreement about how they should think and act.

    This is excellent advice from a leading evangelical scholar. Let’s say, for example, you are a leader in a traditional Baptist church and have a desire (which you share with a few others) that the church move forward toward what you consider to be a more biblical ecclesiology, in this case a plurality of elders (“elder-led congregationalism”). This desire, if pursued, is likely to lead to divisions in the church if carried out selfishly – that is, if you fail to consider the needs of others rather than just your own. So, although you are convinced that having multiple elders is a healthier and more biblical pattern for the church than having a single pastor, you are not interested in fighting to get your way. In seeking to introduce change to our churches, there can never be any irritation or ridicule toward someone with whom we might disagree. We must banish from our mindset once and for all both censoriousness and contempt. At the same time, it is still possible (and, I think, both desirable and needful) that every congregation consider carefully what the Scriptures teach “about how they should think and act” (as Marshall puts it). I think this is what Paul means by “being of the same mind in the Lord” in Phil. 4:2. He is referring to a disposition of like-mindedness whereby we bring to the table an attitude of unity, cooperation, amity, and harmony. This is a far cry from putting our brains in park or neutral. And it is certainly no excuse for sloppy thinking. There must be agreement in the congregation that the Word of God comes first, and that whatever course of action is decided upon must be dictated by conviction and not simply by convention. We would all do well to remember that it is our duty to have biblical convictions, and that it is our equal duty to allow others to have theirs. But I’m talking about convictions, not blind allegiance to tradition.

    I’m hopeful that all of us, but especially the 20- and 30-somethings in our churches, might be willing to be nothings in God’s great kingdom-building program, and that we will refuse to overemphasize the “distinctives” that divide us rather than the faith that unites us. It is my constant hope and prayer that we will adopt a big-hearted and grace-awakened approach to kingdom work without legalism, traditionalism, manipulation, negativism, bitterness, and perfectionism. The quality of our churches depends on it. Paul wrote about putting away childish things when we became adults (1 Cor. 13:11), and that includes mindless adherence to ritual. The readers of Hebrews were sternly chastised for their inattentiveness to God’s Word and to their responsibility for spiritual growth (Heb. 5:11-14). It is folly to limit our understanding of the faith to what we learned when we were spiritual infants.

    Friends, we have so often failed on character, we have so often failed on kindness, we have so often failed on love. But there is nothing weak or effeminate about grace. At the same time, the church must always be reforming itself. It is just as easy to fail on truth as it is to fail on love. So let’s be patient with each other, remembering that there are some things that will never clear up until we grow up, and others not until we go up.

    7:35 AM Lookie what came in this week’s mail:

    Thank you, Henry, for sending it to me. It is a splendid grammar and leaves no stone unturned.

    German books make great bookends, don’t they? 

    7:22 AM Hey there bloggers! As you may know, I’m in my thirty-fifth year of teaching and writing. What does this mean? What have I learned in all these years, if anything? As I’ve pondered these questions I have come up a few somewhat tentative answers:

    I am not nearly as smart as I once thought I was.

    I still make lots of stupid mistakes, such as blogging without carefully proofing my spelling.

    I regret that I did not start blogging earlier.

    I enjoy teaching more than ever.

    I now try to delegate to others what I used to insist on doing myself.

    Good teaching focuses on the best students. That is, good teachers think about how they treat their best students and then treat all their students the same way!

    Surprisingly, I’ve written more articles and books than I set out to when I first started teaching.

    Everything I’ve written could have been written better.

    I would like to attend more annual meetings (SBL, SNTS) than I’m able to.

    Things I like: students who ask questions, well-written term papers, having summers and semester breaks off for travel, the Kona coffee my secretary makes for me every morning, and ethnic diversity in the classroom.

    Things I don’t like: waiting days for a response to an email I’ve sent someone, New Testament commentaries that simply repeat what everybody else is saying, not being able to stay up and study as late as I used to, and book reviews that say absolutely nothing.

    I definitely don’t travel as well as I used to; at 59, I’m beginning to feel my age.

    I feel the debate over verbal aspect is much ado about nothing (there are 3 aspects, and the indicative mood grammaticalizes time).

    Perception is reality; depending on my attitude, I can spread hope or despair in the classroom.

    I am not impressed with size; bigger is not necessarily better. (This applies to churches as well as Christian colleges and seminaries. Oh, did I mention books?)

    I feel strongly that attendance should never be required in the classroom.

    I pray for my students more than ever, usually outdoors here at the farm with my eyes open, enjoying a natural conversation with my Father.

    If I were younger I would do another doctorate (this time in missions).

    Nothing makes me smile more than watching my first year Greek students finally “get it.”

    As never before I realize the importance of love, which alone can keep me from libertinism on the one hand and prevent me from being shipwrecked on the rocks of legalism on the other.

    A caring heart is everything in a teacher.

    Well, so much for my musings, which probably sound a bit idyllic and utopian. I admit that many of my ideas about teaching are more idealistic than realistic. But I am an optimist! I suppose the best thing about my work is that it’s never boring. My workplace is a dynamic environment, and I can’t wait to face a challenging task that constantly requires new ideas and a fresh outlook. Teaching is a passion for me and so I never feel really out of place in the classroom. My goal is to provide a healthy learning environment for every student that enters my classroom. Thankfully, when I was a student I had several teachers who modeled what a good teacher should look like, and I suppose my own teaching is a thank-you to them.  Above all, I love learning, and I always hope to remain a student myself.

    My thanks and love to the thousands of students I’ve had in my classroom through the years, to my colleagues who are always uplifting and encouraging, and to my Lord who gave me this passion for teaching and learning. I feel very blessed.

    Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to proofread this blog entry.

    Thursday, November 10

    4:58 PM My thanks to my colleague David Lanier for his wonderful exposition of Hebrews in NT 2 class yesterday. He scores a solid 10 on his interpretation of the high priesthood of Christ, and deserves a high five for keeping everyone’s attention (mostly through using dry humor, at which he is an expert).

    David recognizes the larger metanarrative of the letter and correctly sees the role that the mystery man Melchizedek plays in its argument. He handled well the difficult topic of genre (Hebrews is a “word of exhortation,” i.e., sermon) as well as the critical issue of authorship. His talk was easy to follow and thought-provoking, informed by both scholarship and faith. Hebrews is a great book for a Protestant church that is struggling with easy believism and cheap grace. It’s tailor-made for a Bible study group. Its focus on the present tense of salvation in no way minimizes the past tense of (forensic) justification. In addition, I love how the author demonstrates how richly valuable the Old Testament remains for the Christian community. No one reading his “word of exhortation” can do so without gaining a deeper appreciation of the great and abiding benefits we enjoy because of what our Great High Priest did for us on the cross.

    As an aside, David and I have reenacted in several Civil War battles together. Occasionally he “galvanizes” and fights in the Blue, which means that we have often squared off against each other at about 100 yards distance. Not once, however, has he ever gone down. Either I’m a very bad shot, or the Federals wear Kevlar uniforms.

    4:42 PM Got time for some blogspotting? Here are some interesting essays and blog entries I found recently:

    1) Play a brass instrument? Europe is calling you! Gohere to find out how.

    2) Alvin Reid is calling for a revolution inyouth ministry. (Hint: A key is incorporating them into the life of the whole church.)

    3) The first ever 9 Marks conference in Hawaii is now history. You can read a brief reporthere. If SEBTS ever opens a campus on Oahu, I volunteer to teach Surfing 101 and Beach Bumming 202. (I’m good at the former but a real expert in the latter.)

    4) Rick Perry stumbles at a presidential debate. So what? “There is not a perfect candidate … and I’m proof positive of that every day,” was Perry’sresponse.

    Good for you, Rick. As a person who knows a little bit about public speaking, I have to say that gaffes are a normal part of doing business. So is the ability to pull yourself together after making one and joking about it. The debate in America today is not about the scope and perfection of a person’s elocution but about the nature of politics. I am currently writing a book (called Godworld) in which I argue that it is completely incoherent for a Christian to place any faith at all in the religion of politics. That said, I have never said that Christians should not become involved in politics or should not vote. Just don’t claim that your candidate has a unique “Christian” stance on the issues. Vote your conscience, even if that means voting for a man who is known for his shaky debate “performances.”

    5) Speaking of politics, I see that Michelle Bachmann istelling Americans to give up two Happy Meals in order to pay their Federal income taxes. I have a better idea. You can donate your $10.00 to theneeds of God’s church in Ethiopia. Brilliant, huh?

    6) I have written before about my Ed.D. student Thomas Hudgins and his wife Lesly who are graciouslytranslating my beginning Greek grammar into Spanish. So far they have completed a draft of the entire book and we are now going through it with a fine toothed comb. If you or someone you know would like to help us read through the manuscript, please feel free to contact me atdblack@sebts.edu. I’m continually amazed at what God is doing with this project. Whatever else you can say about language teachers, they sure do have lots of fun. My ministry is one of equipping and encouraging, and it is so good to see that work expanding into another language. Thank you for your prayers for this project. It is a huge task, but God is able.

    7) Finally, Rod Decker reviews William Mounce’s bookBiblical Greek: A Compact Guide. Bill Mounce has done a yeoman’s service to the cause of New Testament Greek, for which he deserves a lot of credit. He gives us books that are both readable and accessible. I have read most of Bill’s works and have never been disappointed. I recommend his works to all Greek students, whether beginning or advanced.

    4:03 PM Greetings, my fellow missions-minded bloggers!

    Just back from a great time of ministry on campus. Much of our discussion centered on what God is doing in the world today. I continue to be amazed at how the church is growing worldwide. In China, for example, it is now estimated that there are about 130 million Christians, with about 10,000 new converts each day. Perhaps one of the greatest needs the church in China has is for trained leadership who will be able to disciple the new believers and teach them how to read and study the Bibles on their own. Even in severely restricted nations like Burma (Myanmar) we are seeing an explosion of growth. Many today estimate that the Burmese population is 4 percent Christian and growing. Every night on campus Nigusse and I pray for an unreached people group in a specific nation of the world. In addition, I am always interested to hear of organizations that are trying to do what they can to help believers in these nations. One such effort is called theChinese Treasures Christian Library 5.0, whichcontains 177 different Bible, books, and other Bible study resources available free of charge. Becky and I are doing something very similar in southern Ethiopia, where we have distributed the J. Vernon McGee “Through the Bible” series in Amharic to the rural churches, and they are loving it!

    Speaking of “Utopia,” right now we are in full countdown mode here at the farm. Team Ethiopia 2011 leaves in just 6 short days. If you follow this blog, you know that we talk quite a bit about global missions and the part each one of us has to play in the Big Picture of world evangelization. Just what is that part? Remember: You can’t lead a person to Christ. You can’t bring another believer to maturity either. Only the Holy Spirit can do that. But we can be a link in that chain. For whom are you a link today?  God has made the United States of America the wealthiest nation on earth for a reason, yet so many of us go on living as though we have no obligation to a lost and dying world. I am told that more than 95 percent of the total church budget in America is spent to maintain our programs at home rather than to reach out in missions to others. While we sit here, super-saturated with the Gospel, most of the world is waiting for a first taste of the living water that Jesus promises to anyone who is thirsty, irrespective of who or what they are. Let’s all be a link in the chain. We can at least pray earnestly every day for the work of global evangelization. We can go as God opens the door for us. We can seek to be Christ to those who don’t yet know Him by developing webs of friendship. The good news about evangelism and the Great Commission is that you don’t have to be a superstar to get involved. I love what we do in Ethiopia because it allows us to partner with simple, everyday believers there who are just like us in so many ways – in need of encouragement and occasional help. You say, “I’ve messed up too much in my life to be any good to God.” I say, let the past be a rudder, not an anchor. Learn from it, but don’t ever let it hold you back from living the kind of radical, sharing lifestyle that Christ calls us to.

    As our team prepares to leave for Ethiopia, I have a question for you. What is your life worth to you? It’s not what we give that counts but how much we keep. John Wesley once said, “To lay up treasure on earth is as plainly forbidden by our Master as adultery and murder.” May we all discover the joy of living for something bigger than ourselves, of entering into servanthood on behalf of others, of serving God in the power of the Holy Spirit. God can use us. He really can. Will we let Him?

    Missional blessings,

    Dave

    Monday, November 7

    6:31 PM Good evening, friends. Today Becky and I enjoyed a long and enjoyable drive through the Virginia countryside. The weather was beautiful and the trees full of color. The beauty of the Piedmont in the fall beggars anything else. I think I told you that we will be in Hebrews this week in our NT 2 class — Hebrews being the most non-anonymous of all the anonymous NT writings. (Read chapter 13 and you will see that the readers knew exactly who the author was.) The general consensus of opinion, not only in the academy but now also on the street, is that the apostle Paul could never have authored anything as magnificent as Hebrews. You may have guessed by now that I do not necessarily agree with the majority on this issue. I have little time, however, for such matters these days. Work, real scholastic work, is piling up, and my anticipated leisure after the weekend’s campout has failed to materialize. Tonight, however, I have no energy for anything other than snuggling up with my latest book purchase (a tome on the Battle of Chancellorsville). One final thing, though. Today we received this picture via email. It shows Bradford Lee Black at 7 weeks. Isn’t he the most gorgeous grandbaby you have ever seen?

    Yes, I realize Scripture says that “love does not boast,” but I’m sure that Paul did not have grandfathers in mind when he wrote that.

    7:45 AM Hello bloggers.

    Yesterday I had a lot of fun giving a message about how God is beginning to shake the foundations of the way people in the church think about the kingdom. I spoke about obedience — not necessarily huge, momentous decisions, but little, tiny steps of discipleship. The kingdom is a subtle contagion. It expands one small step of obedience at a time in our lives. For example, Jesus turns power and authority on its head, and His followers say, “Okay, makes no earthly sense to us, but if that’s what the Master says, it’s good enough for us.” Before his conversion to Christianity in AD 200, Minucius Felix said of the Christians, “They despise titles of honor and the purple robe of high government office … calling one another brother and sister indiscriminately.” He noticed how radically different the kingdom of God is from all versions of the kingdoms of this world. The radical vision of a Calvary-like kingdom is so new to me that I sometimes forget that it’s been around for almost 2,000 years!

    The congregation I spoke to yesterday is, I think, catching a vision of this cruciform kingdom. Christendom is dying a slow death in America. The church is becoming wary of cheap optimism under religious auspices. Jesus is calling us not to a picnic but to a pilgrimage, and the path is anything but easy. Anything can happen. You can get hurt, and you may be killed. I challenged the congregation to fight “the real battle of Jericho” — to become aware of the danger of becoming so busy with the trivial that we never get around to kingdom business. Like the Pharisees, we can get so fussy about washing pots and pans and wearing robes and phylacteries and being called rabbi and seeking high places in the synagogue, and all the while tax collectors and prostitutes are entering the kingdom ahead of us.

    Blessings,

    Dave

    Sunday, November 6

    7:50 AM Here’s a nice serendipity. We heard from Oshe yesterday who wrote, “We have another Becky in Burji now.” Becky is Desta’s new baby daughter.

    Who is Desta?

    In 2009, sister Desta came to our heath clinic suffering from acute pre-eclampsia. My Becky, realizing just how serious the situation was, placed Desta in the ministry truck and sent her off to the hospital in Arba Minch. Becky wrote specific instructions for the hospital staff there — you need a medical advocate in Ethiopia if you expect anything to get done — and told them that Desta needed to have an immediate C-section in order to save her life and the baby’s. The hospital did nothing for three weeks. Eventually the C-section was performed, but the baby was lost. Desta’s life, however, was spared by the grace of God.

    Now the Lord has given Desta a baby girl, born safely by natural childbirth! And she has named the baby “Becky.” Thus … “We have another Becky in Burji now.” This, for us, is quite a surprise and a great honor, since it goes against all of the naming traditions in Burji. Here’s Becky’s reply to Oshe:

    Oshe, that is WONDERFUL news about Desta!!!  Praise God!!!  His mercies are new every morning!!!  It is amazing to me that she has named the baby Becky.  I pray that this baby Becky will see the face of God early in life, and will give herself completely to following Him, loving Him and trusting Him.

    Below is a picture of Desta on her way to the hospital in 2009.

    A year later Becky and Desta were tearfully reunited in Burji.

    She and her husband presented us with a goat as a token of their gratitude. What a great honor for us!

    Isn’t that, as I said, a nice serendipity? Isn’t God’s grace something else?

    This morning, in case you were wondering, I am speaking from Joshua chapter 6 on “The Real Battle of Jericho.” It was (a) a spiritual battle, (b) a battle of faith, (c) a battle of obedience, and (d) a battle of humiliation.

    Trivia question: Is Joshua a book of history or a book of prophecy in the Hebrew canon? The answer might surprise you.

    Have a great day!

    Dave

    Saturday, November 5

    9:36 PM I haven’t had an opportunity until now to tell you how our first annual campout went at the farm. Considering the fact that we held it so late in the year (when the weather is so unpredictable), I think it was a huge success.

    As a group we camped together, ate together, sang songs together (mostly country gospel — we’re all rednecks, after all), sat around and talked — a lot — and otherwise teased each other no end. Because the valley had been flooded out (we received over 2 inches of rain the night before), we set up the tents in our front yard.

    On the left is the Hilton where the men slept; on the right is our Civil War reenacting tent that Becky and I slept in countless times on “battlefields” near and far. The young whippersnappers started out there but somehow, by morning, had all ended up indoors in front of the fireplace in the library.

    The ladies all slept indoors. We had lots of good talks, as I said, no doubt partly because so many of us have been to Ethiopia together, including Marshall, who is shown here with his buddy “Goosie.”

    I feel incredibly blessed to have friends like these. What amazed me was how often the conversation turned to the theme of every member ministry and how all of us are in fulltime ministry regardless of our vocation or location.

    As you can tell, this is in keeping with my current obsession with the simple pattern of the New Testament. The ladies, of course, fed us royally (thank you!). I honestly doubt whether any of us have ever eaten better.

    We sat around singing last night.

    But things soon got out of hand, especially when Marshall starting chiming in with his deep bass voice. (I won’t say anything about his rendition of “Danny Boy.”)

    No outdoor bonfire, but marshmallows roast just as well in a fireplace, I guess.

    For me the highlight of the weekend was the scavenger hunt that Becky had organized.

    We divided into teams and were sent from place to place on the farm to find little placards with Scripture on them.

    We all had to memorize Romans 1:16-17, and by the time we got back to Bradford Hall each of us had recited the passage to our group at least 24 times.

    Of course, Becky had us compete against each as teams for the right to go first in the lunch line, and, sad to say, my team came in last. (Life is not fair.)

    Will we do this again next year? Judging from the positive response of the group members, the answer is a resounding yes. A big tip of the kepi to Becky for all the hard work and preparation she put into this weekend, and to Nigusse for helping me with tables, chairs, and tentage. Nigusse, you were a real trooper this weekend. Bless you for your willingness to adapt to our crazy American culture.

    Friday, November 4

    9:14 PM Well, the tents are up, the rain has stopped, the moon is out, the temps have dropped, and our campout is finally a reality.  Thanks to the help of miss Abigail, we had 26 people at our dinner table to feast on beef stew and homemade bread. The gang has gone for a flashlight walk while I’ve been assigned the task of heating up the hot cocoa. Shortly it will be time to roast marshmallows. The big question: Who will sleep outside tonight? Stay tuned …

    2:57 PM Speaking of true biblical manhood, in our Philippians class this week we were reminded of the fact that the apostle Paul was not unaffected by raw human emotion. In 3:18 he writes, “I have told you this many times before, and now I repeat it with tears in my eyes: there are many whose lives make them the enemies of Christ’s death on a cross.”

    There is nothing weak or pitiful about tears. Paul was brokenhearted over the lost. He ached for their salvation. He wept over broken relationships. Honestly, so do I. Frequently. Especially during my prayer times. Nothing in this world can be as dry and flat and tedious as a Christianity without emotions.

    Our Lord knows all about weeping. We have historic fact on the subject: “Jesus wept.” And He is the ultimate Mensch.

    2:13 PM Quote of the day:

    For all of my book knowledge and all of my doctrinal study and my ability to deliver a monologue, I am not a very mature Christian. I need to learn from other men and I can’t do that in a pew. If we don’t recover this vision, the next generation in the church is going to look even more like a quilting bee and less like the vibrant church full of godly servant-leader men we see in Scripture.

    ReadDudes needs dudes to learn how to be dudes.

    1:20 PM I’m sure most of you could care less (and I wouldn’t blame you one bit), but it was exactly 8 years ago this month that I began blogging. Gohere if you’d like to see what my original blog looked like back in November of 2003. Sometimes little things have big consequences. I never imagined 8 years ago that I’d still be blogging today. The thing is, there is absolutely nothing I’d rather be doing — apart from teaching, evangelizing, traveling, farming, living life to its fullest, etc.! What is most amazing to me is the fact that, out of His unfathomable love, God allows me to do all of these things and not only do them but enjoy doing them. I just wish I could articulate what I’m thinking half as well as some of you out there in cyberspace. Oh, and my blog is SO old-fashioned. Have you noticed? Nothing has changed in all these years (except for the fact that I now know how to center pictures!).

    So, 8 years. Not bad for a guy who usually has his nose in a book or is traveling to some faraway country. And this, I believe, is truly a very nice blessing from a very serendipitous God.

    12:50 PM The controversy over the best Bible translationcontinues. Of course, no translation is quite as effective as the flesh and blood kind. As a “living epistle,” you are the world’s most-read Bible. The only question is: Are you merely a paraphrase, or are you a translation of the original?

    12:21 PM Looking forward to speaking in Annapolis, Maryland, January 7-9. Hope to visit the U.S. Naval Academy while I’m there. I’m told the USNA Museum has an outstanding display of the Dec. 7, 1941 attack on Pearl Harbor.

    11:42 AM Campout update: It’s been raining all night and the word is it’s supposed to continue to rain until this evening, when the weather will turn clear. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny but cold. If nobody shows up, Nigusse and I will have to eat a lot of food, that’s for sure.

    Thursday, November 3

    5:40 PM Looking ahead…

    1) In just over four weeks I leave for Asia again. This will be my third major trip there this year, but all for a worthy cause.

    2) Good news here: Becky’s visa for India has finally come through. Now we’re working on Nigusse’s. The trip is scheduled for next February. Can’t you just see the two of them traipsing around Sikkim, Nepal, and Bangladesh together?

    3) This weekend I am back at the Chinese Christian Mission Church in Durham. The first part of the day will be spent having communion with the Chinese congregation. That will be a first for me and I am looking forward to it. Afterwards I’ll speak to the English congregation.

    4) The following weekend I’ve been asked to do a “revival” at Hunt Springs Baptist Church in Sanford, NC, Saturday and Sunday. I say “revival” in quotes because actually all I’ll be doing is bringing four very simple Bible-based messages that I hope even a young child can understand. If you’re in the area (or even if you live in California and have frequent flyer miles), do consider joining us. Service times are Saturday at 1:30 and 6:00 and Sunday at 11:00 and 6:00.

    5) Finally, tomorrow night and Saturday – believe it or not! – we’re holding an all-church campout at Rosewood Farm. That’s right, bring your tents, thermal underwear, and sleeping bags, because it will be cold (as in 30 degrees at night). Just tryin’ to toughen ya up for the mission field, boys and girls!

    5:12 PM Odds and ends …

    1) East Texas Baptist University announces an opening inBiblical Studies. Ditto for Columbia International University inIntercultural Studies.

    2) Here’sanother reason I love working withEnergion Publications so much:

    Energion Publications is small (but growing). I have to consider business. I do have to sell books or I’ll shut down. But the ultimate mission is not making money. It’s about making followers of Jesus. We ask the question of whether we can sell a book before we publish it. But we also ask, “Is this book going to build God’s kingdom?” That’s part of every conversation on whether to offer an author a contract.

    I’m not exactly sure what qualifies to be a “heavy-hitter” in today’s world of publishing, but as far as I’m concerned Energion is almost everything an author could hope for. What an excellent, Christ-centered, Gospel-focused, kingdom-building enterprise! Thank you, Henry, for your inspiration, integrity, and determination. It is a joy and honor for me to work with you.

    3) I want to commend to you the papers from theconference on church planting and renewal held this year at the Detroit Baptist Theological Seminary. Topics include the quest for the historical Jesus and the continuation of New Testament prophecy. You can either listen to the audio or print out the lecture notes/papers. My thanks to DBTS for making these papers available to a wider audience.

    4) My colleague Alvin Reid has written a phenomenal post aboutencouragement. We all carry burdens, some larger than others, but all of them are still burdens. In a way that’s good news, because troubles are the raw materials for our inner growth. Growth is simply a positive response to our difficulties. But it sure makes a huge difference when we have someone beside us cheering us on. Goethe said, “Correction does much, but encouragement does more.” So read Alvin’s essay and be encouraged. Then go out and encourage someone!

    4:56 PM Greetings, faithful visitors! The Wednesday edition of NT 2 featured my colleagues Maurice Robinson (who spoke on textual criticism in general – and why he defends the Byzantine Priority position) and Steve Frary (who walked us through the variant in 1 Tim. 3:16). Years ago Steve wrote a paper for me on that passage that was subsequently published in Filologia Neotestamentaria. Gohere for the online version of Steve’s excellent essay. In class, I discovered something about Maurice I had not known before, namely, that he had studied textual criticism under the renowned New Testament scholar Kenneth W. Clark at Duke, which makes Big Bo a truly accomplished textual critic, since he now has the best of both worlds – a Duke education and a Southwestern Ph.D. (Yes, I stole that line from President John Kennedy who, when speaking at a Harvard commencement, quipped “It might be said now that I have the best of both worlds, a Harvard education and a Yale degree.”) According to my colleague, it was Clark who first challenged the young New Testament scholar to question the Alexandrian Priority view, which has led to no end of helpful contributions to the field by Maurice. I am so glad to hear that there are profs at Duke who know how to grab students by their brains and turn them loose. We do need to teach outside-the-box thinking to make education meaningful to today’s generation of students. I have already told you that I picked my seminary professors because of their ability to motivate, not disseminate (information). This created an atmosphere of mutual respect and maximum learning. This is, in fact, what I am trying to do in my NT 2 class by having so many guest lecturers who are experts in their fields and good communicators to boot. So thank you, gentlemen, for making our class come alive – and that’s saying a lot when you consider that textual criticism is such an intrinsically “boring” subject (he-he)!

    Speaking of our NT 2 class, you might be interested in some of the class assignments that were due yesterday:

    Also, Justin Taylor asks a very relevant question to anyone who is studying the Pastorals,Must an elder’s children be believers?

    Next week: Hebrews!

    Tuesday, November 1

    6:45 AM Odds and ends …

    1) Shout out and congrats to my colleague and friend Heath Thomas whose new bookGreat Is Thy Faithfulness? has just been published. Looks like a winner. And don’t you love those Wipf & Stock book covers?

    2) Danny Akin answers the question,What Are Your Thoughts About Calvinism?

    3) Marian University announces an opening inPastoral Theology.

    4) This week in NT 2 (Binckley 102), Maurice Robinson and Steve Frary will be defending the reading “God” in 1 Tim. 3:16. As always, guests are welcome.

    5) Heard of the Great Commission? How about theMediocre Commission?

    6) Need somePh.D. advice?

    7) TheLogos edition of the International Standard Version is now available. As you may know, I had the privilege of serving as the New Testament editor when the New Testament was translated many years ago.

    8) Finally, the world population reached 7 billion yesterday, just 12 years after hitting 6 billion. 7 billion people are 7 billion good reasons to be about the Father’s business of global evangelization.

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    Monday, November 29

    8:27 PM They’re BACK! The Rondeaus that is. Just returned from gallivanting in Alabama with some old friends of theirs. They had their supper (Becky’s lasagna — superb!), then Papa B read them a good-night story. What a crazy, zany family I’ve got. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

    Welcome home Lizzy Pie, Matt, Caleb, Isaac, and Micah. You were solely missed. And you are deeply loved.

    7:40 PM Just got this email from a SEBTS student:

    I just read on [y]our blog, “Perhaps what I write amuses or entertains, or even encourages others. I do not know. I surmise my students get a kick out of seeing their prof in “real life,” and what accidents and incidents befall him.”

    I’ve been both entertained and encouraged – and let me add challenged! – by reading your blog. Especially for us young guys, getting insights into your life and walk with the Lord are good and profitable. How else would we see such blisters from post-hole diggers??

    Smart aleck.

    (Smile.)

    7:34 PM No sooner said than done. For the press release from Energion Publications, gohere.

    Sweet-tastik! I am excited!

    There are several other great books in the works. Stay tuned.

    5:38 PM Great news! Just received word thatUltimate Allegiance, the next volume to be published in our Areopagus series, is due out momentarily.

    I’m expecting a press release any day. As soon I hear anything I’ll let you know. This book promises to be the Rolls Royce of the series!

    (Wink.)

    5:10 PM How funny. I’ve been perusing the blogs this evening (as I often do this time of day) and it seems that everyone is trying to force themselves to say something clever. Some are content to link to other, more interesting posts. Yes, the blogosphere can be BORING at times. So can bloggers. I’m not even sure why I blog. By recording my daily thoughts in autobiographical form, I suppose I’m deceiving myself into thinking that I am writing reminiscences for the benefit of my grandchildren — who, of course, will be far too busy earning a living and paying off the national debt to care whether grandfather or grandmother went to a concert at SEBTS. (Someone has said that the grandchildren of famous authors never read any of their grandparents’ books. I do not doubt that it is true.) Perhaps what I write amuses or entertains, or even encourages others. I do not know. I surmise my students get a kick out of seeing their prof in “real life,” and what accidents and incidents befall him. They and others have urged me to write these lines. But only my wife will be able to read all that is written between the lines.

    But now — back to the blogs!

    4:50 PM I snapped this not 5 minutes ago. A patch of sunlight in the dark gloom of this freezing cold day.

    The fact that our downstairs HVAC has gone out makes us doubly glad to have gas fireplaces in the house!

    4:44 PM We’re back from the hospital and Becky is now resting comfortably at home. The next few days will require great amounts of bed rest. It’s so good to be here with her. I have enjoyed many wonderful things in life, then have watched them go downstream with all the others. The most precious gift for which, looking back on my life, I ought to thank God is surely my wife. I have not the slightest doubt that domestic happiness is the greatest of all God’s good gifts to a man other than the privilege of knowing and serving Him. The tolerably long row of books that have my name on their fading dust covers can’t begin to compare with the joys of hearth and home.

    Sleep well, Becky Lynn. Thank you, God, for giving her to me.

    8:30 AM In my opinion, Vernard Eller (d. 2007) was one of the greatest thinkers of the twentieth century. He is also almost completely unknown today.

    His book Christian Anarchy is a classic work of theology and should be required reading by seminarians. (If you’re unfamiliar with the term “anarchy” used in its specific religious sense, see my bookChristian Archy for a simplified explanation.)

    In a wonderful little essay Eller addresses the problem of using the term “sacrament” to describe the Lord’s Supper. He writes:

    The inevitable imagery that lies behind sacramentalism is that of the abnormal, the exceptional, the esoteric, the supermundane breaking into the sphere of normal life. In the more highly liturgical churches the entire ecclesiastical staging (altar, vestments, lighting, music, the works) is designed to foster such a mood; in less liturgical churches the pastor tries to create the same effect by sliding into unctuous language and a “reverent” tone of voice. But stage it as you will, there is no denying that for people to come together to eat the body and blood of their leader (whether he be man or God, or both; whether it be done in actuality, in symbol, or in drama) – this fairly can be described as nothing other than the Great Abnormality, if not the Greatest Abnormality.

    Of course, I agree completely with this point of view. The human tendency is to sacralize our faith and transform it into something the Founder of our faith never intended. I’ve often smiled at the funereal ambiance in so many of our supper observances: you have the pall bearers solemnly removing the shroud that covers the deceased’s remains etc. etc. As Eller notes: “The word ‘sacrament’ … is a bad one; it says all the wrong things – although the tragedy is not simply that it’s a poor word but that the word all too accurately describes the current practice of the church.”

    What word, then, shall we use? Ah, that’s the rest of the essay. You can read ithere. And, for a bibliography of Eller’s books, gohere.

    7:55 AM Karl Barth was a great theologian not least because he could laugh at himself. So writes Daniel Migliore inthis delightful piece (.pdf) over at the Princeton Seminary Bulletin. “The point is not only that Barth had a sense of humor but a theology of humor,” notes Migliore.

    Barth’s playful spirituality reminds me of his son Markus, whose seminars in Basel were always joyful experiences for me, even if I was the only student who didn’t smoke a pipe. Both father and son lampooned those who wanted to be known as Barthians. Forgive me for saying so, but I wonder if they would have said the same thing about all the Piperites and MacArthurites out there today. 

    7:37 AM One of my former doctoral students discusses three essential qualities of wise leaders. You can read about ithere.

    7:33 AM Oakwood University announces an opening inBible.

    7:15 AM Just received an email invitation from one of my Chinese students to dine with him and his family on Tuesday night. They’re cooking Chinese dumplings. I accepted of course. Bribes from my Greek students are always welcome 🙂

    6:54 AM Later this morning we’re off to get B’s Adriamycin treatment at UNC. That will make 5 down and only 1 to go. After that? We’ll see…. 

    6:34 AM Guess what? There’s a new essay at our home page:Advice to Prospective Doctoral Students.

    6:30 AM Recently I’ve been corresponding with some old friends from my Biola days (1971 and on). And I do mean “old.” It’s been over 30 years since we’ve communicated with each other. Since I don’t do Face Book, here are a few pix from that era for your enjoyment, entertainment, and education.

    1) Becky in her student days. 

    2) At a banquet somewhere in Southern California (I don’t recall the venue).

    3) Yours truly performing Hawaiian music with our friend Tom Matsumura. Two island boys doing their thing (Tom is to the far left).

    4) Becky studied nursing. She was planning on becoming a medical missionary to Ethiopia. Then I came along.

    5) I still haven’t popped the question.

    6) Finally married and enjoying Hawaii together.

    7) My wife the seamstress. She still sews all of her own dresses.

    More to come.

    Sunday, November 28

    3:45 PM One more thought about missions. Our missionaries at Bethel Hill are for the most part our own church members, like Joel and Kimberly. They are a real flesh-and-blood part of us. Their children play with your children. They are real people and are accepted as such. Oh — it’s also impossible to wear masks when your missionaries come from your home church. Another reason why we should return missions to the local church!

    3:26 PM Just got this email:

    I picked up and read C. E. Hill’s new book Who Chose the Gospels? Are you familiar with it?  The subject has more to do with who decided on the four gospels and at the end he suggests that it was the apostle John.  But he uses a lot of the same quotes from the patristics that you do. 

    Well, my interest is piqued. Looking forward to checking it out.

    3:20 PM Another blogger assessesWhy Four Gospels?

    3:12 PM Without a doubt, God has blessed Bethel Hill with some godly and goodly leaders. This includes brother Joel Bradsher (who also happens to be a SEBTS student) and his wife Kimberly. Today we had a sendoff for their family as they leave for a short-term mission trip to Honduras.

    What a wonderful testimony Kimberly gave today. She has found peace in her heart even though one of her children will not be able to take malaria meds for health reasons. That’s a huge step of faith for a mother to make (and dad too). Her testimony made me think of trust. I trust Jesus deeply. I know He cares about me. Even when things go desperately wrong. I know that Christ has already won the victory over sin, whether I understand it or not.

    So here’s the plan folks. Allow God to do something amazing in your life. So amazing that people shake their heads and exclaim: I can’t believe she would do that! It’s so scary over there! Just think what could happen! When people say that, just smile. And remember: It’s never glib to give the same answer each and every time: If God wants to, He’ll protect us. 

    Joel and Kimberly, I want you to know that Becky and I will be in prayer for you continually as you serve the King of kings in a faraway place. We love you guys.

    9:05 AM Sorry, but I couldn’t pass up a link to this essay:Thinking of Christmas?

    Update: The needs in Burji have changed a bit since I wrote this essay. For an update of current needs, please email me at dblack@sebts.edu. Thank you.

    8:54 AM Good news! I’ve finished writing yet another chapter in my book Godworld: Enter at Your Own Risk. Yesterday I exegeted 1 Thess. 5:12-22.

    The text goes round and round in my brain and then comes out looking like this.

    I still have to type it up, but I’m making progress.

    8:50 AM Speaking of Christmas, this is only the second time in many years that Becky and I have not been in Ethiopia on December 25. It feels so odd. Last year B was undergoing radiation at this time. This year it’s chemo. Being in Ethiopia has changed my perspective on life in so many ways. I’ve gained a broader understanding of poverty, of love, of sacrifice, of forgiveness, of — interestingly — Christmas. In Ethiopia my safe and secure world quietly crumples up into a little ball. It’s hard to believe in Santa Claus when your friends are being murdered because they’re Christians. In January we would return stateside, bleary-eyed after all we had seen and experienced. I can become too content with my American lifestyle, I would think to myself. This world is so broken I don’t have the foggiest idea of where to begin to fix it.

    Thankfully, I know Someone who does.

    8:38 AM Quote of the day (Arthur Sido):

    Any exhibition of personal holiness that is not accompanied by substantive action and an urgent sense of compassion is not Biblical holiness. It is nothing more than self-righteousness.

    8:27 AM Today, I am told, marks the first Sunday of Advent. Pardon me, but my Anabaptism is about to show. I feel strongly that the Christmas holiday is a distraction, especially for Christians. If you’d like to know why, I hereby resurrect an essay I wrote on the subject years ago:

    Temples of Ceramic Deities

    On those rare occasions when a commentator is flummoxed for a topic to write on, where does he turn? Inwardly, very often. So please forgive me for today’s column, which is personal at best and theological only in an ancillary way.

    It was while worshipping in our wonderful little church in rural Virginia yesterday that I was suddenly struck with an epiphany of sorts. As our preacher was winding down an excellent sermon on the real meaning of Christmas (“it’s not about trees and candles and manger scenes, but about the Savior”), I was troubled by an odd specter directly in front of me. It was our communion table. This fairly large-sized table is normally adorned with offering plates on either side and a large-print Bible in the middle, opened to a biblical text (which one, I have never bothered to discover).

    Yesterday, however, I noticed that all this had changed. The Bible had been removed from its position of prominence and shuffled off to one side of the table, its place of honor having been taken by a now prominently-positioned manger scene, replete with a ceramic Jesus surrounded by all the typical trappings—animals, Mary and Joseph, and, of course, the “three” wise men. On the table was a small Christmas tree, and the table itself was surrounded by several large poinsettia plants that straddled the floor of the sanctuary. A much larger Christmas tree (decorated to the hilt) stood beside the organ, and Christmas candles throughout the sanctuary completed the ornamentation.

    What, you ask, did I find so disturbing about this scenario? It is open to criticism from many angles. It fails to grasp the New Testament teaching on the centrality of Scripture (sola scriptura) and the danger of human traditions. It fails the test of historical accuracy (the wise men, of course, were not present at the birth of Jesus but later visited the “boy” in the “house”). It confuses church tradition with biblical truth. It misconceives the psychology of Christmas by feeding our capitalistic urges. But the basic criticism must surely be that it loses sight of the Second Commandment, which forbids the worship of God in any way that is unworthy of Him (Exod 20:4-6).

    This law, of course, is not limited to crude pagan statues. It includes the more subtle, “Christian” (if you will) forms of idolatry as well. It points to the principle (stated so eloquently by Charles Hodge) that “idolatry consists not only in the worship of false gods, but in the worship of the true God by images.” For Christians, this means that visual or pictorial representations of the Triune God, or any Person of the Trinity, for the purposes of worship are forbidden. In the words of J. I. Packer, “statues and pictures of the One whom we worship are not to be used as an aid to worship.” After all, the Lord God said it quite plainly: “Thou shalt not make any likeness of any thing.” The reason is that whatever image we concoct, whatever statue or figurine we produce, rather than accurately depicting the Object of our worship, ultimately ends up distorting Him. It inevitable obscures His glory, or His love, or His power, or some other attribute of His and thus conceals, rather than reveals, who He really is.

    As I see it, the real difficulty with all of our Christian hubbub at advent season lies not so much in the fact that the early church had no interest whatsoever in celebrating our Savior’s birth, or in the fact that the holiday itself is based on a pagan rite (sun-worship), or in any of the many other (valid, in my view) objections that can be made against a Christian celebrating “Christ’s Mass.” It lies rather in the fact that the cradle of Bethlehem finds it true meaning only in the cross of Calvary. As James Denny has rightly insisted, “The New Testament knows nothing of an incarnation which can be defined apart from its relation to atonement…. Not Bethlehem, but Calvary, is the focus of the revelation, and any contribution of Christianity which ignores or denies this distorts Christianity by putting it out of focus.” What Denny is saying is that the incarnation is simply not the point. It is its meaning that matters: that the Son of God should take upon Himself humanity and die the death of a common criminal for our salvation.

    As I sat riveted to the scene before me, I noticed one last, poignant, thing. Just below all the glitter of Christmas—just below the manger bed, and the ceramic Christ-Child, and the animals, and the little Christmas tree, and the magi—was an inscription written in large letters upon the front of the communion table. They were the words of our Savior: “This do ye in remembrance of Me.” The “This”—what, I asked myself, was Jesus referring to? It certainly wasn’t the observance of Christmas, but something infinitely more profound. Our Lord Jesus desired for His people to celebrate, not His birth, but His Supper, eaten as a full meal foreshadowing the great wedding supper of the Lamb made possible through the gift of His own body and blood. The Lord’s Supper was the last meal Jesus shared with His disciples before His crucifixion. It was the one ceremony that Jesus committed to His followers for their faithful observance. Thus we read that the early Christians “devoted themselves … to the fellowship, that is, the breaking of the bread” (so the Greek of Acts 2:42). These believers ate the Lord’s Supper weekly, and it was, in fact, the main reason they came together in the first place (see Acts 20:7; 1 Cor 11:18). It was, as Steve Atkerson of the New Testament Restoration Foundation likes to put it, the true “happy hour” of the early church.

    I couldn’t help but notice the irony. Here we spend a month of frenetic activity in elaborate preparations adorning our humble church sanctuary in candles and greens, in the lighting of the Advent Candle, in the reading of the Christmas story, in decorating trees and tables, in canceling Bible Study so that we can rehearse our Christmas play. Yet how often does our congregation celebrate the Lord’s Supper, the one memorial that Jesus Himself commanded us to observe? Once a quarter.

    As I looked upon those lonely, forgotten words, “This do ye in remembrance of Me,” my heart was grieved beyond measure. I felt like Paul upon entering Athens, of whom it was said, “His spirit was provoked within him as he beheld the city full of idols” (Acts 17:16). When I first visited Athens and saw the workmanship of the architects and sculptors, I admired them as works of art. But to Paul they were temples and images of pagan deities. Whatever he may have thought of the art of Athens, the spectacle of a city dedicated to false worship stirred in him the conviction that here were people who needed the truth of the gospel. And I wondered to myself as I walked to my car after the service: Could not the same be said of us who worship in temples of ceramic deities?

    7:49 AM Last night Becky and I watchedTora, Tora, Tora. It’s the classic flick on the Pearl Harbor attack and far outshines the sleazy “Pearl Harbor” fiction that appeared a few years ago in the nation’s movie theaters. By assuming that Japan could not attack Southeast Asia and the U.S. Pacific fleet at Pearl Harbor at the same time we practically invited attack on “the most impregnable fortress in the world.” Pearl Harbor is a dramatic reminder that, no matter how well prepared we think we are to face the unexpected, the unexpected can and often will happen.

    An incident not shown in the movie: On the night of December 6, General Walter Short, Commander of the Hawaiian Department, along with his wife, left a dinner party at Schofield Barracks at 10:30. During their short drive home they passed Pearl Harbor, its lights blazing. Short remarked, “What a target that would make!” In less than 12 hours his words would come true, and he and his naval counterpart, Admiral Husband Kimmel, would be found guilty of dereliction of duty for failing to be on the alert when disaster struck on “Bloody Sunday.”

    On the stages of our own lives disaster often plays out. Why me? Why now? Why again? Why? Difficulties taunt us with their unpredictability. As Job put it so long ago: “A person is born for trouble as surely as sparks fly upward” (Job 5:7). All I can say is this: If God chooses you or me to bring glory to Him through pain in this world, let’s do it well. Let’s bear it joyfully and bear witness through it to others that God can be trusted.

    7:22 AM When missions becomes anidol. Great read from the Biola Magazine. For me, life has had its idols. I have worshipped at false altars. Can missions become yet another false god? Sadly, it’s possible. Ditto for any cause that we put over Christ — and this includes doing church “right.” God knows that our self-sufficiency so often turns into pride and idolatry. The problem is that we don’t.

    Saturday, November 27

    4:02 PM Yours truly put his (considerable lack of) culinary skills to work today and prepared a lunch basket of tuna fish sandwiches before kidnapping the Luv of his life to a secret rendezvous on the lake.

    The wind from the lake, which was frigid and totally unexpected, forced the love birds to finish their lunch in the car.

    Ain’t we funny?

    1:12 PM Perfect day for working outdoors.

    12:16 PM A debate seems to be a-brewin’ in cyberspace, which I am not even faintly interested in. However,this quote caught my attention:

    Here’s my contention: there are great riches to be mined from the original languages; however, if you cannot teach the meaning of a text without teaching your audience the original language itself, you aren’t much of a communicator/instructor. I love teaching the languages, but there is truth in the criticism of some that sometimes academics turn the languages into a key of gnosis, all because they do not seek to edify the saints first and foremost.

    Now that is certainly speaking the truth in love. Students of Greek, please take note.

    12:05 PM Just foundthis absolutely delicious quote over at The New Republic. It you are as much a language lover as I am, get ready for a big smile to break out all over your face.

    If you really take in the awesome variety among the world’s languages – ones with only three verbs, ones with almost two hundred sounds, ones with only eight, ones where one word covers what we need a sentence for, ones where the basic word order is object-verb-subject, ones where there really are more exceptions than rules, ones with a hundred genders, and so on – then the idea that there is anything especially anything about little English becomes as hopeless as rhapsodizing over the aptness and universality of a squirrel.

    11:35 AM Here are two events we’ve added to our social calendar for the month of December:

    1) Friday, December 3, 8:00-9:15 pm. Messiah Sing-Along at the Edenton United Methodist Church in downtown Raleigh.

    2) Friday, December 10, 7:00-8:30. The Northeast Piedmont Chorale sings Vivaldi’s Gloria in the Binckley Chapel at SEBTS. Becky and I had the privilege of singing with this excellent chorale for 3 years before we started traveling to Ethiopia so often. They will be accompanied by a full orchestra.

    Join us if you can.

    11:23 AM I’ve been readingthis article on ancient versions of the New Testament and their importance for New Testament textual criticism. My interest was stimulated, in part, by a discussion I had with my father-in-law, who knows modern Amharic and has studied its ancient counterpart, Ge’ez (also called Ethiopic). I was amazed at how many Byzantine readings are found in the Ethiopic, despite its affinities with the Alexandrian text type. I’m also curious about what the author of this essay calls the mysterious origins of the Armenian New Testament. The article states:

    The link between the Armenian and the “Cæsarean” text was noticed early in the history of that type; Streeter commented on it, and even Blake (who thought the Armenian to be predominantly Byzantine) believed that it derived from a “Cæsarean” form. The existence of the “Cæsarean” text is now considered questionable, but there is no doubt that the Armenian testifies to a text which is far removed from the Byzantine, and that it contains large numbers of Alexandrian readings as well as quite a number associated with the “Western” witnesses. The earliest witnesses generally either omit “Mark 16:9-” or have some sort of indication that it is doubtful (the manuscript shown above may credit it to the presbyter Arist(i)on, though this remark is possibly from a later hand). “John 7:53-8:11” is also absent from most early copies.

    When I was in Armenia a few years ago I was surprised (and delighted) to hear that it was American missionaries who were responsible for translating the Bible into modern Armenian. It was also interesting to learn that there are two modern dialects of Armenian in existence today, Ararat-Armenian and Constantinopolitan-Armenian. If you are at all interested in the art and science of textual criticism, you will want to become acquainted with the ancient versions and their significance for resolving textual variants. The essay I linked to above is an excellent entrée into the subject.

    Here are a few pix taken during my visits to Armenia. You never forget your first sight of Mount Ararat in neighboring Turkey. Spectacular.

    Churches everywhere. Armenia was Europe’s first “Christianized” nation.

    I was privileged to give several talks while I was in Yerevan. Here I am lecturing on Greek morphology in the Linguistics Department at Yerevan State University.

    Later I was asked to speak to the political science students. I was pleasantly surprised at how well everyone seemed to know English. It was my “American” that gave them trouble.

    Here’s my class at the Baptist Seminary. We spent a week looking at the book of Philippians.

    Finally, I was invited to give a lecture at the Orthodox Seminary just outside of Yerevan. Here are my attentive students. 

    I spoke on the importance of Greek in teaching and preaching from the New Testament. Here the dean receives a few gift books for the seminary library.

    I love traveling. And I loved my visits to Armenia. I can’t wait to get back.

    10:30 AM Here’s Jason, one of our elders at Bethel Hill, with his newborn son Keson. If this isn’t a picture of pure contentment. What a duo. A book and a baby!

    For more beautiful pix, go here.

    10:10 AM I should have linked tothis quote from David Platt before, but better late than never:

    When we pool our resources in our churches, what are our priorities? Each year in the United States, we spend more than $10 billion on church buildings. In America alone, the amount of real estate owned by institutional churches is worth over $230 billion. We have money and possessions, and we are building temples everywhere. Empires, really. Kingdoms. We call them houses of worship. But at the core, aren’t they too often outdated models of religion that wrongfully define worship according to a place and wastefully consume our time and money when God has called us to be a people who spend our lives for the sake of His glory among the needy people outside our gates?

    9:55 AM One of my favorite bloggers just posted a blog entry about the Pentecostal scholarship of Gordon Fee. I enjoy reading about my New Testament colleagues through fresh eyes, and I think Brian writes extremely well. Check it outhere. I love the reminder that our scholarship is always to be for the church, and in the power of the Spirit. There’s always a tendency to downplay the role of the Third Person of the Trinity is doing exegesis. I’ve been oh-so guilty of that myself. I shake my head just thinking about it.

    Update: Henry Neufeld joins the discussionhere.

    9:43 AM I direct your attention to apost-SBL essay on the wonderful books that were available at a discount during the conference. It’s a good reminder of the importance of reading in our book-wary generation. It also shows me how much reading boils down to a matter of taste and possibly need. I have absolutely no interest in reading about half the books listed here, but that’s just me.

    Friday, November 26

    7:44 PM It was a fine afternoon, though a bit gloomy outdoors.

    The storm clouds did not dampen our spirits one iota, however. Here the patriarch of the family waxes elephant about various and sundry.

    When the dinner bell was rung, this is what greeted us in the dining room.

    I have rarely seen a more beautiful spread of food. Becky and I were deeply honored and graced by everyone who sat around our table this evening. Our thanks to each one for coming.

    The art of eating Ethiopian food is only acquired after long years of experience. Here dad shows us the way.

    Before dessert was served Becky gave her testimony of God’s faithfulness to her (and us) through the past several years of seemingly endless trials. Life is fragile, she told us. But God’s character can always be counted upon. It was truly a wonderful time of celebrating the Lord we love and so feebly serve.

    The hall now sits empty again, except for Becky and me. All is peace and quiet. Truth be told — a bit too quiet. We can’t wait for Liz, Matt, and the boys to return.

    Life is fragile. Boy is that the truth. Thank God for VEPs — Very Encouraging Persons. My desire to pursue higher levels of commitment to Christ increases because of them. The further we are along the passage of time the more we need others to make a positive contribution to our passion to follow hard after Christ. Tonight I feel like I have been greatly encouraged along those lines. The desire to finish the course remains strong, perhaps as strong as ever. Praise be to God.

    3:57 PM If you’re planning on taking my exegesis of Mark class next semester, here’s a website you’ll want to bookmark.

    2:08 PM Have you ever witnessed a miracle? I have. The story begins a few years ago when Tesfai’s 8-year old daughter is beheaded in central Ethiopia. The enemies of the Gospel in their little village sought to force Tesfai and his wife, who claimed to be followers of Jesus, to leave and settle elsewhere. Then tragedy followed tragedy. Because of the severe persecution Tesfai’s wife turned her back on her Christian faith and returned to her former religion. She married a man from this faith, who promptly began beating her. She had had enough and finally divorced him too. All this time Becky and I had been fervently praying that Tesfai and his wife would somehow be reconciled. At long last she was ready to repent and return to Christ — and her husband. But Tesfai was not ready for that. How can I forgive her after all she’s done to me and my children? On my last trip to Ethiopia I met with brother Tesfai just to love on him and pray with him. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, I thought to myself. I then asked him if he would be willing to read the book of Hosea and meet with me a week later. He did — and at this point in the story I pour the situation into my mental receptacles but so much runs over that I just can’t account for it apart from a miracle. Everything worked out just as we had been hoping for and praying! Tesfai forgave his wife, took her back home, and the mother church held a church-wide ceremony celebrating their restored relationship. Today Tesfai and his wife live in a different village and manage their small roadside shop along with their surviving children. Their testimony for Christ is strong, and many of the enemies of the cross can only shake their heads in wonder at the power of the Gospel.

    I thought, O what a foretaste of glory divine! This story is but one small fragment of the glory that will be revealed when Christ returns. This age is a wreck but as many as received Him to them He gave the authority to become children of God. The whole creation, meanwhile, waits on tiptoes for the day when the children of God will be revealed.

    Have you ever heard of such a miracle? Perhaps your own marriage is one. The lesson is plain: There is NO hurt that is so big that God cannot heal it!

    1:45 PM Can’t wait to get back to campus next week. My colleagues will be coming down off their post-ETS/SBL highs, excited and passionate about what they’re learning, and my students will (hopefully) return from their holiday travels safe and refreshed. What ought to be the goals of our instruction? Love God and love others. Simply that. The Macedonians gave themselves first to the Lord and then to others. Too often a good term paper or doctoral dissertation is a substitute for the gift of ourselves. Only Christ can satisfy, and when He does, everything else falls into place — including our studies. The church always multiplies when the Word is not only taught but lived in the power of the Holy Spirit.

    1:36 PM Becky just cooked up the best chicken fettuccini. I wanted seconds but decided I’d save my appetite for injera and wat tonight. Then I’ll pig out.

    12:24 PM Guess what I’m reading (online) this weekend? The classic book by James Alexander Haldane:A View of the Social Worship and Ordinances of the First Christians, Drawn from the Scriptures Alone. It was through Haldane and his pupil Greville Ewing that Alexander Campbell entered the fold of the restorationist movement. If you are at all interested in church renewal, this is a must read.

    11:56 AM Quote of the day (from a fellow Basler, John Howard Yoder):

    Pentecostalism is in our century the closest parallel to what Anabaptism was in the sixteenth; expanding so vigorously that it bursts the bonds of its own thinking about church order, living from the multiple gifts of the spirit [sic] in the total church while holding leaders in great respect, unembarrassed by the language of the layman and aesthetic tastes of the poor, mobile, zealously single-minded.

    From Concern: A Pamphlet Series for Questions of Christian Renewal (p. 78).

    10:16 AM FromWhy Four Gospels?

    If, then, the evidence favoring Markan priority were now to be seen as no longer compelling, there is reason to question whether the rejection of ancient Christian tradition about the origins of the Gospels may have been premature. And, in fact, during the past thirty years the hypothesis of Markan priority has been subjected to such a devastating scrutiny that it is no longer possible to use it as a sure basis for exegesis (1). And if its basis is no longer certain, then it can no longer be used as an argument for the rejection of the historical evidence.


    (1) As far back as 1976 J. A. T. Robinson noted, “The consensus frozen by the success of ‘the fundamental solution’ propounded by B. H. Streeter has begun to show signs of cracking. Though it is still the dominant hypothesis, encapsulated in the textbooks, its conclusions can no longer be taken for granted as among the ‘assured results’ of biblical criticism”; Redating the New Testament (Philadelphia: Westminster, 1976), 93. More recently, C. M. Tuckett, “Jesus and the Gospels,” in New Interpreter’s Bible (Nashville: Abingdon, 1995), 8:71–86, openly acknowledges that many of the standard arguments for the priority of Mark are “weak and inconclusive.”

    9:43 AM Strayer University (Online Department) announces an opening inReligion. (Is online, telecommunicating teaching the wave of the future?)

    9:12 AM This morning I am writing a long recommendation letter for a teaching position for one of my current Ph.D students. I am doing this often these days. Even though they are ABD I am encouraging them to apply for fulltime teaching jobs, since on the job training is still the best kind of all. I began teaching Greek at Biola when I was still an M.Div. student. Let’s never underestimate the potential of our scholars-in-the-making.

    9:08 AM Just got an email from a close friend. He wrote:

    I just wanted to take a moment to encourage a friend.

    This man has been to me a partner in the ministry, an intercessor, a rebuker, a counselor, an affirmer. Becky and I have enjoyed a large of number of these kinds of people in our work and ministry. You can spot them a mile away. They are always asking you about the issues you’re facing or the trips you’re about to make or the problems you’re trying to solve. I am so thankful for special friends who play a special role on our team.

    Now the question is: Do I fill this role in the lives of others?

    8:45 AM Commenting on spiritual gifts, Alan Knoxconcludes that

    …when the church gathers, it should not be a one man – or even a two man – show. In fact, every believer should expect to speak to or serve brothers and sisters whenever they get together with them. Multiple people speaking or serving one at a time is not disorder – in fact, this is Paul’s very definition of order. We miss what God wants to say to us and what God wants to do among us when we do not allow everyone to speak and serve as God directs. Will it be messy? Probably. But, people are messy, and we are fooling ourselves if we think our highly planned and efficient meetings keep people from being messy. If anything, our meetings hide the messiness, or sweep it under the rug, instead of actually dealing with people and their lives and their messes.

    Please read that last sentence again. It seems that God’s idea of a “worship service” is utterly different from ours. How many times have I been in a church meeting that “went wrong.” That’s because we planned the service ahead of time and decided in advance just what kind of meeting it was going to be, what would be done, and what results we wanted. When it didn’t work out exactly the way we planned, we were disappointed.

    God has handed down His plans for the meeting of the church. Perhaps it is high time we reported to Headquarters for His pattern.

    A final thought: I am seeing more and more Madison Avenue approaches to church advertising by which we “sell” our programs and push our “ministries” (our wares) to attract the attention and money of people away from other equally pushy churches. The hype and competition seem almost normal today in some denominations. 

    8:22 AM Going shopping on this Black Friday? Nothing wrong with saving some money. But Mammon is still a god, as Eric Carpenter reminds us (On Mall Worship):

    Many people who claim Christ as Lord never stop to even question “Black Friday.” They never step back to ask whether or not we should be involved is this materialistic, gluttonous worship-fest. On a bigger level, they don’t seem to ask larger questions about how we spend the money over which God has made us stewards. Simply put, on this issue at least they act just like unbelievers.

    God has made America one of the wealthiest nations on earth, and most of us think this is our divine right, as if we had no obligation to a lost world. Could it be that our materialism is keeping the world in darkness?

    7:38 AM One of the reasons I love the farm so much? It allows for quiet conversations in a peaceful atmosphere. Right now Becky and Mrs. Lapsley are having some mother-daughter time on our front porch, sipping coffee together and sharing their hearts and lives. In the tidal wave of life’s events and experiences, the porch is a safe place.

    A takeaway? If we are to gain spiritual passion from our friends, we must spend time with them. 

    Dave

    Thursday, November 25

    6:52 PM Just back from the Lapsleys in Cary. Had gobs of fun and plenty of turkey and ham to eat. I’ve got lots of family pix. But those are for tomorrow. Tonight I wanted to show you this 1824 KJV Bible that Becky presented to her brother Ben today.

    It has been in the Lapsley family for generations. The names in it go back to the early 1700s. Somehow we ended up with it when Becky was given all of the genealogical records her dad had been keeping. We thought it was high time that the eldest (and only) son in the Lapsley clan received the family Bible. What a great heritage!

    Mom and dad are now with us at Bradford Hall. They’ll spend tonight and return to Cary tomorrow. The hall, of course, is named after Becky’s dad (Bradford Lapsley) as well as one of her direct ancestors, Captain William Bradford (of Mayflower fame). The rest of the clan will come to the farm tomorrow for an Ethiopian feast.

    Hope you’re having an enjoyable and Christ-centered Thanksgiving Day wherever you are. The secret of the abundant Christian life is Christ and Christ alone. May He have the preeminence in our families this day and every day.

    9:21 AM Read: I am Thankful — for Troubles?

    8:08 AM I was greatly blessed and challenged last night while listening to a  sermon on fatherhood by Mark Stevens of Happy Valley Church of Christ (see 5-9-10, “Fathers Submit!“). “When you become a father, your heart permanently resides on the outside of your body for life,” said Mark, and he is right. When God touched my family with a renewed burden and vision for missions, it was partly through the example set for us by Becky’s father. Here’s a man with a huge “father’s heart” for the people of Ethiopia, so much so that many years after leaving the country he still serves the people of that great nation through his online ministry (Good Amharic Books). I think this idea of “vision-shaping,” of getting our children to look beyond themselves and their own families to a lost world, is a hugely important part of parenting. There is something for everyone to do. This is true of your family and of mine. We can all become world Christians. May God grant each one of us a heart today, not only of thanksgiving, but also of thanks giving — giving our all for the Greatest Cause on this earth, sharing the love of Jesus with the nations.

    Wednesday, November 24

    3:06 PM Praise the Lord! Becky had her bloodwork done again this morning and we just got the results via fax. Her white cell count is now 3.9 and her platelets stand at 171. This is wonderful news. So much to be thankful for this week of Thanksgiving.

    2:48 PM I just posted the Spanish translation of my most recent essay: Los Diez Mejores Libros para el Estudio del Griego Nuevo Testamento. My thanks to Lesly and Thomas Hudgins for their labor of love in translating this piece for me. (Seetheir website for more.)

    2:20 PM A long overdue update on our sister Ayelech. As you know, we sent her, via our clinic “ambulance” (a rickety old Land Cruiser), all the way from Burji to the hospital in Soddu for a check up. However, nothing could be done for her until she has a double mammogram, so she returned home. Some time this week or next Becky and I hope to send Ayelech to the capital where mammography is available. We are praying that the results are benign. It is next to impossible to treat cancer in Ethiopia; chemo and radiation are simply not widely available. This seems like an incredible statement to make, but it’s true. It makes you feel so small, so useless when faced with a medical system that is broken (but really, really trying). This is the real world of missions — learning to make do with what you have and getting to know God so much better in the process. Please pray for Ayelech. It breaks my heart to think that her tumor might be cancerous. I’m coming to realize again and again that this is the rhythm of our mission work in Ethiopia: hope, despair, then hope again. One can never stop hoping.

    P.S. Speaking of cancer (and hope), I just learned that my dear colleague Rod Decker of Baptist Bible College and Seminary is now facinghis own battle with cancer. Rod, you are in the prayers and thoughts of all of us.

    9:48 AM The latest essay on our home page is calledTen Best Books for Studying New Testament Greek.

    Tuesday, November 23

    6:52 PM Potpourri:

    • Becky’s mom and dad have arrived in Raleigh. Hooray! We’ll have Thanksgiving dinner with them, Lord willing, on Thursday.

    • Our meeting with the radiologist today went splendidly well. God has blessed us with such excellent health care at UNC. All of the staff in the radiology department were so excited to see Becky again. The feeling was mutual.

    • Was delighted to seethis huge victory for the U.S. Constitution.

    • Grateful forthis review.

    • Am writing an essay on my favorite books on New Testament Greek. Hope to post it tomorrow.

    10:36 AM Brian Fulthorp’s latest (on 2 Corinthians) is a real doozy:

    It is through strong effective leaders God mediates his gospel power!  People of good standing and strong character, well dressed and well spoken, well organized and without any flaws, well educated and on and on!  No weakness allowed, no flaws, no poor speech or speaking skills, none of that right?  And probably too, many of us would not last long in a congregation lead by weak leadership would we?  or leadership that was perceived as weak…

    Too bad Brian has never been to post-graduate school. We’ll have to work harder on hiding the truth: that many of us in Christian leadership are driven by the same petty ambitions as everyone else in America — ambition, pleasure, and recognition.

    9:55 AM Why the Gospel of Luke?

    Through hindsight we can determine the assignment that Luke received from Paul by comparing the Gospels of Luke and Matthew and by noting Luke’s deviations. In the first place, Luke carefully followed the main structure of Matthew throughout and generally adhered to the order of its various sections and anecdotes, though he also made highly interesting changes. For example, his story of the birth of Jesus is totally different from Matthew’s, which (as we have noted) was almost entirely apologetic in tone and content. Luke, however, provided a straightforward narrative that stems either directly or indirectly from Mary herself. When Luke came to Jesus’ Galilean ministry he added certain details to each of the stories from Matthew’s Gospel that he decided to adopt. Indeed, in one way or another he absorbed nearly everything that Matthew had written, and yet managed to add a good deal of extra material. Luke did this by omitting a number of duplicate stories (e.g., the famous Lukan omission of Matt. 14:22–16:12) and by inserting into the heart of the Matthean text at the end of the Galilean ministry (cf. Matt. 19:1–2) a section of no less than nine long chapters, Luke’s central section (9:51–18:14), comprising (1) the excerpts that he had extracted from Matthew’s five great discourses in order to lighten the content of his own version of them and (2) additional sayings and parables that Luke had collected. (It is perhaps worth noting here that Luke’s central section roughly corresponds to the conjectural document known as Q, which many modern scholars consider to be one of the sources of Matthew and Luke.)

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    9:33 AM I love porches. Becky and I sat alone (the Rondeaus are visiting friends) both last evening and this morning on our front porch. Last night we enjoyed the relatively warm air and the bright full moon, so full that we could see the contrails of invisible jets flying 30,000 feet overheard. This morning we ate breakfast together on the front porch, yours truly having fried up some eggs and potatoes, along with farm fresh toast and homemade jam. As we sat there and talked about life, the thought went through my mind that joy — genuine joy! — is never optional for the believer in Jesus. This includes joy in times of testing and even despair. I recall once hearing one of my pastors in Hawaii telling his “preacher boys” (there were about 5 of us whom he was mentoring), “All of you will face times of despair in life. If you never face despair, you are not a genuine Christian. Being a Christian means being like Christ. It means facing life as He faced it. You must enjoy things in life just as He enjoyed the good things of life. You must be as happy as He was when He attended the wedding at Cana. But you must also know what it means to be in the Garden of Gethsemane, when your friends have forsaken you, when you feel that God Himself has forsaken you. Life will go on. Just remember Easter Sunday. So if you are a genuine Christian, you will know peace and joy and happiness. And you will know despair and sorrow and testing. Accept both as from the hand of the God whom you love and trust.”

    That counsel has remained with me all through the years. This is the message of Christianity, and B and I are going to tell it to anyone who will listen to us, here or in Africa.

    God loves you, each of you, with all your hurts and your fears, joys and sorrows. He wants to throw His arms around you and let His love break through your pain. He is a great Savior and Lord and a wonderful Friend.

    This is the same message I had to preach to myself this morning. “Rejoice in the Lord always. He is still at work. He is at work weaning you from this world to the next.”

    So, yes, I love my porches. Still, it is hard to explain how some days this farm can feel so much like home, and some days it seems the farthest thing from Home.

    Monday, November 22

    6:34 PM Bob Haytonreviews Which None Can Shut: Remarkable True Stories of God’s Miraculous Work in the Muslim World. I liked this statement of Bob’s:

    I couldn’t put this book down. And when I did, I was moved to pray more intently for the continued advance of the Gospel in Muslim lands. I fear that many Christians in America are more focused on the encroaches of Sharia law and Muslim suicide bombings than they are on the need these people have for Jesus Christ and the Gospel of God’s grace. May this book serve to elicit prayer rather than prejudice from God’s people.

    Prayer rather than prejudice. No one could say it better.

    6:16 PM This week my beginning Greek students are writing their second take-home exam of the semester. I look upon Greek as a garden in which there are many pleasant groves. I have tried to “humanize” Greek grammar and have vowed to make the subject no more difficulty than it has to be. I feel ashamed to admit that I lasted only 3 weeks in my beginning Greek class at Biola before dropping. As the Romans said, initium dimidium facti — the beginning is half the deed. But it is only half. When we complete chapter 13 at the end of the semester we will have covered exactly one half of our textbook. If students fail to reach the finish line, I will be partly to blame.

    Do well, O ye my students! I’m praying for you.

    1:55 PM Just bought tickets for Becky and Lizzy to attend theNutcracker at the Carolina Ballet. B and I saw this performance several years ago and it is a dazzler.

    1:15 PM Here’s another reasonwhy I dislike PowerPoint and almost never use it in teaching. A key quote:

    The presentations that work are not the ones with the most data or the most elaborate charts and graphs; the winners are those with the most compelling and convincing narratives.

    Amen!

    12:05 PM Allan Bevere, my co-editor of theAreopagus Series, shares his heart aboutattending this year’s SBL meeting.

    10:12 AM On the original motivation for Matthew:

    As soon as the first wave of converts had been baptized and their instruction organized by the Twelve, the apostles’ thoughts turned to the practical question of how to unify and consolidate their teaching about Jesus. The apostles realized that they somehow needed to promulgate those passages of the Holy Scriptures from “Moses and all the prophets” (Luke 24:27) that Jesus had explained to Cleopas on the road to Emmaus. It also became clear to them that their main apologetic task was to demonstrate to the Jewish authorities that Jesus had literally fulfilled all the prophecies about the Messiah. These considerations were the original motivation for the composition of the Gospel of Matthew.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    9:58 AM Derek Leman raises an interesting question aboutthe mountain in the Sermon on the Mount. Of course, if you’ve ever been to the Holy Land you’ve stood atop the famous “Mount of the Beatitudes.” But could the Greek imply something quite different from the traditional conception of a certain mountain? Could the article be used here, say, as the equivalent of the English idiom “I’m going to the beach today” or “I’m going to the mountains this weekend”? In neither of these cases do we have a particular location in mind. The article is used generically. Perhaps all that is meant here is “He went up on a hillside and began teaching them….” The Greek, I think, permits such a rendering.

    What do you think?

    9:35 AM Openings:

    8:34 AM The other day I ran across something Greg Laurie wrote in his book Every Day with Jesus (p. 259):

    Ephesians 5:18 says, “Do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit.” The original Greek text makes it clear this applies to all believers: to men as well as women, to the young as well as the old. Everyone needs to be filled with the Spirit.

    If there is something in the Greek text that indicates this, I must be blind to it. I guess it’s no problem for pastors to refer to the “original Greek” when the Greek has absolutely nothing to do with the point they’re trying to make. A hundred books on Greek, some written by me, cannot preclude eisegesis. Obviously, at this point I have no intention of revising the advice I give to all my Greek students: Do not use Greek from the pulpit. However, the cynic or skeptic in me tells me it’s all for naught.

    Meanwhile, since no one has invented a literary contraceptive (and authors are always pregnant), it’s back to writing.

    8:21 AM We’re preparing for a busy week. Tuesday we have an appointment with Becky’s radiologist at UNC, then on Thursday we’re eating Thanksgiving Dinner at her brother’s home in Cary, NC. This will be a mini-family reunion of sorts. Her brother Ben will be there, as well as her sister Barbara along with their spouses. Mom and Dad Lapsley will be flying in from Dallas to complete the dinner party. It feels like a lifetime since we’ve been together in one place. My cup overflows just thinking about it. If you remember, the Lapsleys were missionaries to Ethiopia from 1954-1964. I thought of them when I was having my devotions this morning from Mark 10:29: “Anyone who leaves home or brother or sister or mother or father or child or field for me and for the Gospel will receive much more in the present world — a hundred times more houses, brothers, sisters, mothers, children, and fields, and persecutions as well.” That has certainly been the case with mom and dad, and I thank God for them. On Wednesday we’ll get Becky’s blood drawn in anticipation of next Monday’s chemo treatment, and then on Friday everyone will come here to the farm for Ethiopian fare. Amor est vitae essentia!

    Sunday, November 21

    5:48 PM I am really liking writing the final chapter to Paul, Apostle of Weakness. It reminds me so much of our happy student days in Basel so long ago, when I first worked on this book. As I proceeded in my research and writing my interest in Pauline theology grew and grew. I, who had not the slightest preparation — in heritage, schooling, or character — for understanding biblical theology, which I thought was the boring purview of esoterics — I discovered a thousand bright facets on those jewels of Pauline thought. I, the absolute neophyte, found undiscovered gems in that pile of stones, and gradually my antipathy toward biblical theology ebbed away until now I mentor doctoral students in the subject. Yes, we enjoyed those exuberant days of living in Europe.

    I began to love Paul for his sense of beauty as much as for his ideas, and so it remains today. I cannot approach his epistles without being drawn in by the countless rhetorical flourishes I find in them — epistles that are sealed and beribboned with love and painstaking labor. I readily admit that I am a glutton — for I have tasted deeply of Paul and yet crave more and more of the delicious morsels of truth he tosses to the dogs under the table. He says so beautifully the thoughts I’m often thinking. His letters are pieces of technical brilliance transformed into pure delight. What a man — this apostle who takes criticism in good spirits and carries to excess his praise of others — this servant of God who said, “My one and only ambition in life has always been to proclaim the Good News in places where Christ has not been heard of, so as not to build on the foundation laid by someone else” — what a man, this missionary of missionaries and theologian of theologians!

    Oh God, please make me like Paul!  

    4:02 PM We had a great time at Bethel Hill this morning. What a zany, crazy, wonderful family we have. Chris Jacobs, who is teaching through the book of Nehemiah in our Sunday School class, reminded me of the importance of prayer whenever we face spiritual warfare. (More on that in a moment.) Then pastor Jason showed off his newborn son during the church-wide gathering at 11:00 am. Tiny babies are very precious and Kasen is way too cute for his own good. He slept until the very end of the service when, in no uncertain terms, he cried out, “That’s it, Daddy. You’ve talked long enough.” I enjoy listening to my pastor teach. Today he was in Acts 19. I jotted down gobs of notes, but here are two interest things that struck me from that text.

    1) In Acts 19:4, Christians are referred as people of “the Way.” The term refers to the Christian movement. Luke, I notice, uses it often in Acts (9:2; 18:25-26; 19:23; 22:4; 24:14, 22). Jason’s point was to call out those who practice “easy-believism,” and there are many of us who are guilty of this in Baptist circles. Genuine saving faith always involves a change in our lifestyles. That’s why I don’t like to call it “Christianity” as much as “Christianality” — a term I definein this essay. No, I am not denying the forensic, juridical, or judicial side of justification. On the contrary. I am elevating that doctrine to its proper place when I insist, as do the Scriptures, that good works are the necessary fruit of our salvation.

    2) I had to smile when I read, again, about the famous “school house of Tyrannus” (Acts 19:9). I say “smile” first of all because of the teacher’s name (in English we’d say “Tyrant” — what a great name for a school teacher!) and second because the Greek term for “school house” has been hotly debated. Louw and Nida (in their Greek-English lexicon) say “it’s better to use a translation such as ‘lecture hall’ rather than ‘school,’ since one does not wish to give the impression of the typical classroom situation characteristic of present-day schools.” So there you have it — Paul was a “lecturer”! I doubt it. Especially when you consider the term Luke uses to describe what Paul did daily for two years in Ephesus,dialegomai, which implies more of a dialogical approach to teaching rather than hours of lecturing.

    So much to reflect on….

    Afterwards I took Becky to one of her favorite restaurants in South Boston for lunch then it was home again home again.

    But back to prayer for a minute. I am amazed at how difficult it is for me to be honest with God sometimes. Especially in the quiet moments when there is pain and when I think I am facing a “hopeless” situation. I still have not learned the discipline of thankful prayer (Phil. 4:6). Intimacy with Jesus is something I seek but so rarely find. My world offers me too many cheap substitutes. But no intimacy, no passion. Without first listening, speaking becomes rote and mundane. Thank God I have special friends in my life who know my weaknesses and who nudge me forward. This includes a very special Priscilla and Aquila (you know who you are) as well as a Philemon (“I have derived much joy and comfort from your love,” Philem. 1:7) and an Onesiphorus (“for he often refreshed me,” 2 Tim. 1:16). I especially like this passage in Acts 28:15: “When the brothers and sisters there heard about us, they came … to meet us. On seeing them, Paul thanked God and took courage.” God encouraged Paul through a cadre of fellow believers — much like the special encouragement I feel every time I meet with the brethren at The Hill. Paul’s friends were a resource upon which he obviously depended. Sometimes my encouragers are dead people. I find the biographies of Spirit-filled Christians to be rich in counsel and guidance. I recall being impressed at how James Fraser, missionary to China, would often weep while praying. (See his biography,Behind the Ranges.) Most of us are taught that being a “man” means not crying, not admitting your heart is breaking, not acknowledging it when you hurt. We learn a lie — that hurts should never be admitted, that weeping is a sign of weakness. Of course, my greatest Encourager of all is the Man of Sorrows Himself, who has a most sympathetic ear. Occasionally I just need to bare my soul to Him, sometimes (like yesterday) through my tears. It’s okay, He tells me. I understand you perfectly.

    And that is enough.

    8:22 AM Bloggingquote of the day:

    … blogging helps to put a personal face on biblical scholarship by allowing scholars to speak with an informal public voice different from the voice of academic publication. Even the most academic of academic blogs is a much more personal expression of the author’s thoughts than any academic peer-review publication.

    Yes, yes, yes! Personalize your scholarship, folks! Including your feet of clay lol!

    8:05 AM I have often asked myself this question:What is a disciple of Jesus? I think you’ll agree with Geoff’s answer. Simple and very much to the point!

    7:52 AM If you’re an SBL-tracker, you’ve got to read Ken Schenck’s pass-in-review of the latest sessions:SBL Day One (2010). My favorite snippets:

    Wow, look at all these books!

    Most of these books are pointless.

    Not another commentary series!

    Popular doesn’t correlate to truth at all — it might even work the other way around.

    The budding scholars are grasping at straws to present something worthwhile so that they can get a job. Half or more are about to face a rude awakening: Everyone is glad to take your money and to give you a degree. No one is waiting to give you a job.

    Truth for its own sake is perfectly legitimate, but in most seminary and college settings should only take up a small percentage of learning time.  At SBL, the vast majority of stuff falls in the category of “truth for its own sake.”

    All I can say is: Amen and Ouch!

    7:38 AM Good morning, bloggers and bloggerettes!

    The sixteenth centuryPilgram Marpeck was a layperson’s theologian. He took complicated doctrines and explained them in a simple manner. One of his most important contributions to the Anabaptist movement in southern Germany was his approach to the distinctions between the Old and New Testaments. Although he held all of Scripture to be equally the Word of God, he made a distinction between the purpose of the Old Testament and the purpose of the New. In Marpeck’s eye, the fundamental error of the Magisterial Reformers was their willingness to make the Old Testament normative for the church.

    It seems that a modern day Marpeck is calling us to beware of taking Old Testament practices and assuming they are normative for the modern church (readBack to the Old Testament?). In fact, for him theology is nothing more than the exegesis of the Scriptures. I think this is good news for the Body of Christ. May all of our theology be steeped in the Bible rather than in our manmade traditions, and may we become ever more vocal and vigorous in submitting our own lives and practices to its clear teachings.

    Peace,

    Saturday, November 20

    7:04 PM After the news of the newpat down regulations at TSA, will anyone enjoy flying again? Only a heartless egoist would fail to sympathize with those subjected to the now infamous “freedom frisk.” I dislike flying immensely. Far from resembling the graceful flight of a bird, you are cramped into an uncomfortable box with narrow seats and viewless windows. Sailing is much more enjoyable, as is train travel. I adore trains. To travel by train is to see the world, to see life as it is lived out in towns and valleys and cities and mountain passes. My favorite train rides were from Cochin to Mumbai, Pusan to Seoul, and Bucharest to Budapest (my compartment is shown here).

    I find myself not having the slightest hesitation to insist upon human dignity when facing a TSA employee. On a train, you’re left alone.

    6:41 PM Caleb has done it again. After a delicious supper of liver and onions, he decided to bake cinnamon rolls.

    Eatin’ is some serious business ’round here!

    1:56 PM Odds and ends:

    1) Thinking in Christ has published apositive review of Why Four Gospels? Reviews like this mislead one into thinking that he or she has laid the golden egg. (The adjective soon disappears.)

    2) Danny Akin’s ETS paper proves that there can be no Great Commission Resurgence without a Great Change. You can access the paperhere. It’s a profoundly important essay.

    3) I’ve begun reading Burke Davis’sThey Called Him Stonewall, a gift from Lizzy. It is a thrilling story — in many ways a heroic one. Mr. Davis tells it with an élan that is commendable. Yet I find a lingering sadness in the memory of the great soldier.

    4) Caleb has been badgering me into teaching him a new cord on the ukulele every day. Badgering is the wrong word. He is so cute and so deserving that teaching him is an absolute joy. Don Ho, you better watch out!

    5) I let my sutures get partially infected. Bacitracin, please do your thing.

    6) I was asked this week why I’ve published with Energion, a relatively small and new publisher. Why shouldn’t I enjoy the prestigious imprints of the most highly regarded publishers in America? My answer was, I like Henry Neufeld. All who have come to know him have learned to trust and honor him. His business is first and foremost a ministry, and he pushes his books with a youthful initiative and energy that can’t always be expected of an established firm. We’ll see who benefits whom more….

    1:06 PM Today Matt and the boys have been digging French drains for our new down spouts.

    They’re having more fun than reading a Sarah Palin memoir.

    Wish I could join them but I’ve got writing to do lol!

    12:24 PM Thus far N. T. Wright, who just spoke at the annual ETS meeting, seems to be sipping the adulation of the blogosphere.Here’s one example. I should say the accolades are, for the most part, well deserved. Wright has stirred up the pot, and I like stirred-up pots. Moreover, he writes to be understood by everyday people. He is, in that sense, a popularizer. Of course, popularization often means skimping on scholarship, or sparing the reader of potholes in the road. Wright is not a popularizer in that sense. My heart goes out to the man, so disliked by so many, so respondent to the practical side of the Christian faith, fighting battles that might have broken the spirit of a  lesser man. In my book Godworld I am toying with the idea of devoting a chapter to the scholar (“What’s Right — and Wrong — with Wright”). But right now I’ve got to finish Paul, Apostle of Weakness.

    In the meantime I’ll be trying to keep abreast of the fallout from this year’s ETS and SBL meetings in Atlanta, especially the debates being offered this year. Debates settle nothing, but they are highly entertaining.

    8:28 AM Most people know that my views about New Testament textual criticism have been greatly influenced by my former colleague in the Greek Department at Biola University, Prof. Harry Sturz. Sturz’s dissertation (Th.D. Grace Theological Seminary) was published asThe Byzantine Text-Type and New Testament Textual Criticism.

    It is masterful work. It was written by a scholar for scholars. And it’s a reminder of just how unpredictable scholarship can be at times. Just when the coaches thought they had their players set up for an off-tackle thrust, someone seizes the ball and carries it on a wide sweep around end. This is precisely what happened when Harry Sturz published his book.

    In textual criticism, one enters a discipline that is as much art as it is science, so that what is all too clear to one scholar may be opaque to another. My friend Dan Wallace — who, incidentally, also took Harry Sturz’s textual criticism class at Biola — has explained how heleft the Sturzian fold and returned to the camp of the Critical Text — much to the joy, I surmise, of the coaching staff.

    I have never changed my mind.

    Harry Sturz had no personal axe to grind. He neither hoped for nor expected any professional advantages form his work on the Byzantine text. He had been a student of E. C. Colwell when the latter was still teaching at Claremont Graduate School in Southern California. Like Colwell, Sturz always presented his views in a scholarly yet humble way. His work was not a revelation from Mount Sinai but the considered judgment of an intelligent, hardworking scholar.

    Much to his credit, Sturz had the temerity to challenge the status quo and to take up the cudgels of the primary data in search of the truth. His views were (and still are) diametrically opposed to the conception behind the Byzantine Priority view and the Critical Text view alike. With the grim determination of a spawning salmon, he swam up the stream of scholarship. His total sincerity shows through every page of his work. His reputation at Biola was such as to compel respect and attention by all. His conclusion — that the Byzantine text is not edited or secondary in the Westcott-Hort sense — gushed forth from the fountains of his conviction.

    I considerThe Byzantine Text-Type and New Testament Textual Criticism to be extremely fair with the evidence, and whenever I teach textual criticism I always require it to be read alongside other standard works in the field. Sturz’s perspective is, I believe, absolutely essential to a correct estimation of the problem. This is all the more important in our day, which is characterized by a burgeoning ambivalence toward all things text-critical. It is the duty of every student of the New Testament to dig up the skeleton of truth, even if only a dozen people in the world care about it.

    Harry Sturz was a gentleman to his fingertips. He would never have thought of imposing his ideas upon his students, who held him in awe. He was a beaver for work despite his age. Unlike so many scholars of his day (and ours), he refused to resort to the ark of group-think, scampering up its gang plank whenever his views were challenged.

    Harry Sturz’s The Byzantine Text-Type and New Testament Textual Criticism is a magnificent tour de force. In my opinion, it seriously weakens the arguments of both those who elevate the Byzantine text to a position of unquestioned primacy and those who seek to relegate it to the academic rubbish heap. All in all, it pulls the rug from under a great deal of what passes for scholarship today. It is a dangerous book for a young scholar to read, unless one enjoys coolheaded, impersonal logic. It is a coda to an investigative symphony, and for the symphony I am most grateful, even though it remains unfinished.

    (This entry is cross-posted here.)

    Friday, November 19

    8:20 PM Fun evening with the Rondeaus and Glasses. Matthea’s carrot cake was divine. I should know: I have a “Master of Divinity” ( = all things divine).

    Oh, another thing Baptists don’t do? Dance.

    Make that: dance well.

    Time to cozy up with a book and a fire.

    8:03 PM Nicepost on adolescence.

    1:40 PM This morning we had Becky’s blood drawn in South Boston. It hardly seems possible that it was 16 months ago that she had her surgery and exactly 12 months ago this week that she was taking her third chemo treatment at UNC. To say that these past 16 months have been intense would be an understatement. To say they have been easy would be a downright lie. Baptists aren’t supposed to believe in spiritual warfare. But it exists. And it’s another reason why I love to read the Gospels. They show me that real demons constantly harassed Jesus, especially when they realized He could fight back (by quoting Scripture and commanding them to go away). The Gospels allow me to see that discouragement is not always psychological in nature. No, I don’t think we should indiscriminately charge the Devil with all of our problems. We must be careful to assume our share of the responsibility. But extreme spiritual warfare does exist. And when we face it, I think we must focus on the cross. At Calvary, Satan tried to destroy Jesus. But that’s when the decisive blow against the devil and his forces was delivered. When Jesus said, “It is finished,” He meant it. The devil’s stranglehold on us has been broken. The Lord has bruised the serpent’s head. God defanged Satan at the cross. I’d give anything to have a before and after picture showing Satan’s face when he discovered that Jesus had won the victory at Golgotha. Being so deeply involved in kingdom work, Becky and I realize how hugely demanding ministry is. We constantly realize the potential impact of sin to ruin relationships. The challenge is to trust when there is no apparent change or relief. I know in my own life, the greatest joy and the greatest pain comes in working with the hurting. Discouragement tries to demolish hope, but the Lord reminds us that the battle is already won. His Spirit works courage in us.

    I am so so thankful today for the Gospels. They help me to assess my own life wisely and biblically. As I go through the day, I am encouraged:

    Stop and look around you. Realize that you are one of the privileged in the world who can say they are living their dream. Don’t lose sight of the fact that “It is finished.” Jesus and you are in this together. And because you’re in this together, you can come before His throne and pour out your heart. Enjoy the peace and serenity that He provides. Be anxious for nothing. Christus Victor is still at work in your life.  

    7:56 AM Nick Norelli has posted an excellent review ofThe Reformation Study Bible.

    7:40 AM I’m sure my students will enjoy reading Scot McKnight’s The Jesus Creed next semester. This is the first time I will have required Scot’s tome as a textbook. I am not in agreement with Scot about every area of biblical interpretation. But what he says in The Jesus Creed is biblically sound. The point he makes — and the point I make in The Jesus Paradigm — is that the whole purpose of the church can be summarized in that one word: love. That is what Jesus was all about. That is what the Gospels are all about. That is what the New Testament is all about. And that is what the Great Commission is all about. John says, “If you have this world’s goods and see your brother or sister in need, and shut up your bowels of compassion, how can God’s love dwell in you?” Loving is caring. Caring is sharing. And both caring and sharing is what missions is all about.

    When we come to this realization, we begin to alter our lifestyle. We learn to seek first the kingdom of God and to trust Him to use us to further the Gospel. We make a deliberate decision to let God have total control of our lives. Suddenly we no longer care so much about attending conferences or buying books or listening to So-and-So’s sermon. We give up our vain pursuits. We get personally involved in missions. We go. And if we can’t go, we send. Better yet, we come alongside the church in Asia or Africa and ask, “How can we help you?” For example, reaching the half million villages of India sounds like an impossibility until we realize that if just one out of every 92 evangelicals in America sponsored an indigenous evangelist it would be enough to support 500,000 fulltime missionaries who already know the language and culture. Love, as Scot shows in his book, should rule among Christians, but one of the saddest things I see today is that many of us fail to understand what love is. The Great Commission demands that we work together with every other Jesus-follower in building the kingdom. This means that every effort, organization, program, project, pursuit, and building is to be evaluated in terms of how they contribute to the ultimate mission of the church. Tragically, more than 95 percent of the total church budget in the U.S. is spent at home to maintain the status quo rather than to reach the nations. The Jesus of the Gospels is calling every one of His followers to break away from his or her culture and live for Him wholeheartedly. How in the world can we have churches that make monthly mortgage payments of $100,000 and still claim they don’t have anything for missions? We have shamefully hoarded our resources. We are not loving as He loved.

    The fact is, many of us are substituting information and knowledge for practical obedience. And this includes us seminarians. Of all the academic organizations in the world, the ETS should schedule at its annual meetings all-day prayer sessions for the lost. How can we, as “biblical” scholars who claim to love Jesus with all of our heart, soul, strength, and mind, gather to discuss the Scriptures without considering the claims of Jesus Christ on our lives? How tragic. Education means absolutely nothing to God. We can hold doctorates from the most prestigious universities in the world and still be absolutely useless to the Lord. That’s why it’s so important to study the Gospels. The Jesus-style is the servant-style. He seeks doers, not hearers or discussers. How I’d love to see Tom Schreiner and Tom Wright, after debating the NPP, spend a few days together in Addis Ababa serving in an orphanage (or even working in an inner city mission in Atlanta). What a message that would send about justification!

    Missions is not just for “the other guy.” You can become a world Christian, and so can I. So must I — all the more so since I claim to be a biblical Christian. Think about it. One can know the Gospels and not give one’s best in the cause of Christ. But in God’s inverted kingdom, greatness is defined by our willingness to serve. Blind to social distinctions and educational attainments, we live as children of God, holding forth the Word of life to all who will listen. That’s why I love this Jesus of the Gospels. In one stroke He demolishes my hankering after status. “You are not to be called ‘doctor,’ for you have one teacher, and you are all students,” He says. This doesn’t mean that we ignore controversies. I once debated Scot at an annual SBL meeting over the synoptic problem, and I have published my concerns about his unwavering support for the emerging church. (SeeScot McKnight on the Emerging Church.) The genius of the Gospel is that it contains within it the seed of reformation. But ultimately, the kingdom entails a new set of values, and the highest value of all is loving God and loving others — the “Jesus Creed.”

    So the key question in our Mark class will not be, “Was Mark our earliest Gospel?” The key questions will be:

    • How can Gospel values begin to shape our cultural practices irrespective of what country we live in?

    • What tables does Jesus want to overturn in our homes, our churches, and our denominations?

    • How can mission work move beyond do-gooder paternalism?

    • How can we get past our pious slogans and glamorous magazine covers?

    • How can we claim to reject pompous power and still retain our honorific titles?

    • Above all, how can we welcome His reign in our corporate lives each day?

    Mammon clings to us like barnacles on a boat, but Jesus said we cannot love Godand wealth. If the Gospel of Mark teaches anything it is that the kingdom requires a singularity of focus and energy. It requires fulltime devotion to Jesus.

    I don’t know about you, but I need that reminder daily.

    Thursday, November 18

    3:18 PM Just finished my farm projects for the day.

    1) I dug up this wild rose bush and replanted it in 5 sections around the farm. Bec’s mom originally planted it in their Burji home over 50 years ago. Now we will have a remembrance of those happy times.

    2) One place we thought would be appropriate for the Burji rose bush was at our entrance gate.

    3) Becky also asked me to discontinue her tomato plants in the raised garden beds. That’s right — no more garden fresh tomatoes again until next summer.

    4) Potholes, potholes, potholes. Time to fill them in!

    5) Finally, here’s our resident hat thief. And glove thief. And you-name-it thief. Nothing is safe from Alpha, the Barbarian.

    Right now Bec and I are getting spruced up to go out to dinner with some dear friends. Mexico Viejo, here we come!

    8:50 AM Yesterday I listed the books I’m requiring for my Greek 4 class next semester (Exegesis of Mark). I’m praying about adding Mark Goodacre’sThe Case Against Q.

    I think it is a helpful contribution to the status quaestionis. It may help to underscore the multifaceted character of Gospel studies today. Besides, I like dissenters. The tide of dissent from the academic opinions in which many of us were indoctrinated has reached a level where it can’t be ignored. At least on points of chronology and sequence, Goodacre’s work deserves a place in the standard Einleitungen.

    One huge reservation: The price is truly exorbitant. Can I really justify asking students to pay $40.00 for a 240-page book? I may have to put the book on reserve instead and have students read it in the library.

    8:05 AM Good read:Four Reasons You Should Resist the New TSA Security Procedures (and How You Can).

    7:36 AM It’s been some 11 weeks since Bob Cole and I began team teaching our LXX class. A realistic assessment of the result of the course is difficult. I can only speak for myself. I am coming away from the course with new perspectives and viewpoints — and many new questions. Some of my previously held assumptions about Old Testament textual criticism have been strengthened. Others have been considerably weakened. It is very clear to me that it would be misleading to speak of any general consensus that is emerging from the class. My guess is that two weeks from now — or two months or two years from now — the impact of the course will be more in evidence for every participant than it is now.

    Yesterday Bob was absent. (He’s at ETS.) In his absence I felt a keen awareness of my own limitations to address certain details of the Hebrew text. The best I could do was to suggest possible ways of dealing with it. Again, one of the great values of a course like this is the possibility of the cross-fertilization of ideas. Much, it seems, is still up for grabs in Old Testament textual criticism. Perhaps in the next few years new methods of approaching the present evidence may make certainly possible. We will see: Veritas filia temporis. For myself, I hope one day I’ll get the hang of this and get it right.

    One of the spin-offs of the class is a new respect for the translators of the LXX. They were faced with an inordinately difficult task. We, too, struggle with their renderings today. This struggle can best, and perhaps only, be carried on in an interdisciplinary context. There is much that New Testament scholars can learn from specialists in the Old Testament. Furthermore, even critics of the Old Testament are learning that their views need to be constantly tested in the light of new insights and new methods.

    And so the course continues — a place where, hopefully, profitable dialogue may happen. I sense a readiness of the part of all of us, teacher and student alike, to see the whole matter from a new perspective. Education is ultimately inquiry, and what is happening in our class is perhaps the best kind of education one can experience.

    7:22 AM As I worked on my book Why Four Gospels? I was continually reminded of how many practical lessons Jesus left us with concerning how to live the Christian life. All of human history hinges on Christ. And that’s why the Gospels are so important. They are written and designed to help us see Jesus. “That which we have seen and heard, we declare to you,” wrote John the apostle. Jesus wants us to enjoy the unbelievable privilege of talking with Him daily, of asking Him to guide us through the turbulent waters of life, and expecting Him to take us firmly in His arms. We call Him Jesus of Nazareth, but we could also call Him Jesus of Wake Forest or Jesus of New York City. He is “God with us.” The Gospels paint an awesome picture of all that God has done for us through Jesus. As I study these ancient documents, I never want to forget this fact.

    Wednesday, November 17

    8:33 PM Energion Publications announces anew academic book line. For obvious reasons, I couldn’t be more excited.

    8:10 PM Here’s a great quote from Allan Bevere: 

    Christmas is not your birthday. It is not mine. But judging from the way we observe the holiday each year, one would think otherwise.

    ReadWhatever Happened to the Thanksgiving Season?

    7:38 PM Speaking of school, I want to thank Yamin Park for his gracious invitation to dine with him and his sweet family last night in student housing. Yamin also did an excellent job of leading the discussion of Ruth 4:1-12 in our LXX class today. We dug deeply into both the Greek and Hebrew. Delightful!

    7:22 PM I’ve just finished writing the syllabus for my Greek 4 class that meets next semester. One issue we’ll discuss is the synoptic problem. I’ll admit that there isn’t sufficient evidence to prove Matthean priority beyond the shadow of a doubt. Nor will the scholarly community be willing to dispense with “Q” any time soon, despite the valiant efforts of Dr. Goodacre. Nevertheless, I believe — and am quite ready to try and prove — that the Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis presented in my bookWhy Four Gospels? presents a more credible example of the relationships among the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke that do any of the other “solutions” to the synoptic problem.

    Many have commended my work in recent days because they feel it is no more complex than absolutely necessary — thus applying Ockham’s razor. I agree with this assessment, to a degree. A simpler explanation is not inherently a better one. I would argue, however, that we should not appeal to unknown sources or hypothecated documents unless we have been unable to understand the relationships between Matthew, Mark, and Luke without them. This does not mean that the Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis now becomes more probable. Perhaps I have missed something in my analysis of the raw data. It is therefore necessary for students of the synoptic problem to give attention to concrete problems inherent in any view of synoptic relationships.

    This we shall do next semester as we exegete the Gospel according to Mark in Greek. I rather suspect that when and if our view of the synoptic problem becomes accepted, it will be because students have examined the evidence for themselves. My proposal is that we analyze the Gospels just as we would any other ancient document. It seems to me to be the eminently intelligent thing to do. We do ourselves a disservice if we take umbrage at the challenges posed to us by history. As a teacher, then, it is my aim to get my students deep into the text itself. Thus, I am basically optimistic about the class, in which I hope to tackle the full range of research problems in contemporary Gospel studies while at the same time seeking to open a new way of understanding the Christian Gospels in the earliest period of church history.

    I hope many of you SEBTS students will consider joining us in this quest. Of course, our ultimate goal is to better assess the historical figure who lies behind the four characterizations in the Gospels and His relevance for us today. Thus books like Scot McKnight’sThe Jesus Creed and my ownThe Jesus Paradigm find their place among the works that we will want to read for the class. The time is ripe for a fresh assessment of the data, with a goal of strengthening the Body of Christ for the work of disciple-making worldwide.

    For your information I publish here a portion of the syllabus I just posted to the seminary website. This is subject to change, of course, prior to the beginning of the class.

    Required Textbooks Rethinking the Synoptic Problem (D. Beck and D. A. Black, eds.; Baker).  Why Four Gospels? (D. A. Black; Energion). Perspectives on the Ending of Mark (D. A. Black, ed.; B & H).                                                                                       The Gospel of Mark: New International Commentary on the Greek Testament (R. T. France; Eerdmans). The Jesus Paradigm (D. A. Black; Energion).  The Jesus Creed (S. McKnight; Zondervan).  The following work is required for this class.  

    1. An interpretive translation (i.e. paraphrase) of the book of Mark based on the Greek text. Please bring your completed translations and parsing to class, along with any interpretive and exegetical notes gained from reading your commentary and other exegetical and homiletical resources. In preparing your translations you may use any helps available to you, but your final translation must be your own. A translation schedule will be made available on the first day of class.
    2. Class presentations. Each student will lead (at least once, depending on class size) the class discussion over a section from Mark. Please send to the class (via email) at least two days prior to your session an overview of your presentation.
    3. A final exam covering translation and parsing from anywhere in the book of Mark, without the use of helps.

    Monday, November 15

    8:11 PM Thanks to Becky Lynn, I just enjoyed my first glass of eggnog this winter. There is no comparable beverage on this planet.

    7:58 PM Biola, where I studied and then taught from 1971-1998, announces an opening in their Honors Program. Don’t worry too much about relocating to Southern California. Other than the fires, floods, riots, earthquakes, and smog, it ain’t a bad place to live.

    7:40 PM Oh,this is way too funny! Stop by and you may win the big prize for yourself!

    7:28 PM Right now I’m facing a situation that requires gobs of spiritual wisdom to deal with. I keep telling myself, Don’t snatch things out of God’s hands, Dave. Instead, I’ve been praying:

    Thank you, God, for allowing this trial to come into my life right now. I know you are doing a splendid job of managing my life, and this is but one more element in your perfection/maturity program for me. Through it you will help me to become a little more like Jesus. Show me what I should do, and help me to be patient until you do.

    If you’re facing a similar trial, I urge you to try this solution!

    6:55 PM This week will be a very busy one on campus. I’m meeting with a prospective Ph.D. student, mentoring current ones, writing exams, submitting textbook orders for the spring semester, grading term papers, teaching 4 classes, sending a ms. to a publisher, and typing up the final chapter to Paul, Apostle of Weakness. In the midst of it all I need to find times for more deep prayer. You can’t spontaneously produce quality. It happens only through an intimate love relationship with God through Jesus.

    6:43 PM Over dinner tonight B mentionedthis BBC news story about the airlift of 8,000 Falashas from Ethiopia to Israel. That can’t be possible, I thought to myself. I believed that all the Jews had been relocated to Israel years ago. But it’s no joke. And no laughing matter. Lord, please have mercy on them all.

    6:40 PM Great news! Maurice Robinson is out of surgery and recovering nicely in the CCU at Wake Med. Let’s not stop interceding for him now!

    4:08 PM Taking my bride out to dinner. She loves the salads at Ruby Tuesdays.

    4:05 PM The College of the Ozarks announces an opening inBiblical Studies.

    4:02 PM My, how idiosyncratic I feel sometimes. I’m glad it’s okay to be different. I’m glad that Jesus calls me by name. I’m glad that He knows me inside and out, just like a good shepherd knows his sheep. I’m as different from you (or from any other human being for that matter) as night is from day. We’re all different, and the exciting thing is that God knows that and treats us according to our own temperaments and personalities.

    Sometimes all we need is a little look at the animal world to understand this. My dogs Sheba and Dayda couldn’t be more different. Sheba is a natural leader and a fearless hunter, but she knows her limitations and always checks in with me before going anywhere. Dayda, on the other hand, must be part dodo bird — she acts before she thinks and would run off in an eye blink if I turned my back on her. Jesus had John the Son of Thunder and Peter the Impulsive, and I have my Sheba and Dayda.

    Jesus not only knows my name (“Dave Black” —  let’s see, a Sheba or a Dayda?); he also knows my needs. When I doubt His promises He understands. He knows my frailties and my idiosyncrasies as a human being. He always has my best interests in mind, even when the path seems so unclear. When I’m sad and discouraged I don’t have to do a back flip to get His attention. All I have to do is go to Him and receive all the help I need for whatever problem I’m facing.

    It’s moments like these, when I face the limitations of my own personality and temperament, that I look around in wonder at the extravagant love Jesus has for me. He says, I know my sheep. What a fantastic promise. It’s a little word of encouragement that lasts for a long, long time.

    For eternity even.

    1:16 PM On the last 12 verses of Mark:

    How, then, does one explain how the last twelve verses (Mark 16:9–20), which describe the resurrection, were added to the Gospel? Some manuscripts record these verses, while others either omit them altogether or give a much shorter ending. The most plausible explanation is that after Mark had satisfied the immediate demand of those who wanted copies of the five discourses, which ended at Mark 16:8, the matter rested there until after the martyrdom of Peter and Mark’s decision to go off to establish the church of Alexandria (67–69). As an act of piety to the memory of Peter, Mark then decided to publish an edition of the text that included the necessary sequel to the passion and death of Jesus.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    12:52 PM I ain’t got it. Hermann Binder, in his essay “Die angebliche Krankheit des Paulus” (TZ 32), argues that Paul’s weakness referred to in Gal. 4:13 cannot be purely physical because “in the language Paul, astheneia never means ‘illness’ but always ‘weakness,’ ‘powerlessness.'” In short, Binder expresses the “fact” that Paul never uses astheneia or its cognates to refer to a physical condition and concludes from this that therefore Paul cannot have bodily infirmity in mind in Gal 4:13. Binder’s argument at this point is a pure petitio principii. His conclusion is not surprising since it was also his premise! Just read 2 Tim. 4:20 (Trophimus) or 1 Tim. 5:23 (Timothy) or Phil 2:26-27 (Epaphroditus) and you will see that the word group can indeed refer to a physical sickness of some sort.

    On to my next essay….

    11:45 AM Today I’m trying to bring up to date about 26 years of Pauline scholarship on the subject of weakness. I hope this new section of Paul, Apostle of Weakness will meet a need in the academic community and beyond. I’m feeling downright mopey right now so I might not get very far. I find writing both fascinating and frustrating, much like public speaking.

    Is there an emoticon for what I’m feeling?

    11:17 AM Many students go on to seminary only to find that’s where their missionary vision ends. The goal becomes “serve God and live a fulfilled Christian life.” This is one of the greatest deceptions of our time. God is calling us to live our lives totally and radically for Him and His kingdom, regardless of our educational attainments. Seminary student, are you willing to do that?

    9:50 AM My esteemed colleague Maurice Robinson is having quadruple bypass surgery today. Your prayers are appreciated.

    9:25 AM Potpourri:

    1) Becky tells stories about the persecuted church:

    2) Our youth highlighted the suffering taking place in other nations. The slide says, “Heavenly Rainbow, Age 11, North Korea.”

     

    3) My buddy Woody Jacobs. He told me, “Dave, I enjoy telling my brothers ‘I love you.'”

    4) Nate, Jess, and Nolan stopped by last night for a visit.

    5) What a charmer — that Nolan.

    6) Mr. Blue Eyes in all his glory.

    7) I’m giving Caleb ukulele lessons on my old Kamaka uke, which I was given when I was his age.

    8) Today he learned the G7 cord. His repertory now consists of C, F, and G7. Just think of all the songs he can now play, including “Pearly Shells.”

    9:15 AM Yesterday Becky did a fantastic job of calling our attention to the plight of the world’s persecuted. (I also taught from Phil. 1:27-30. I wasn’t sure I was able to get my point across, but I tried. Both faith and suffering are gifts of God.) Today I keep thinking about all the adventures that B and I have spent together in Africa. All the suffering we’ve witnessed. All the poverty we’ve shared. All the persecution we’ve seen — and been the target of. It’s funny, really, that we here in North America should make such a big deal about “Persecution Sunday” when much of the rest of the world is having Persecution Monday today and will have Persecution Tuesday tomorrow. It’s a measure of just how easy life is here. So easy that we have to focus on others’ trials. Yesterday’s meeting seems a little bittersweet today. I realize how quickly I can grow accustomed to my American lifestyle. It’s at moments like this that I wonder what world I belong to. I see the wealth and prosperity of my own culture, and then I travel (in my mind’s eye) across the world and see the troubled waters stirred up by the enemies of Christianity. And to make things more complicated, you’re faced with the uncertainty of not knowing whether you will ever be able to take your Ethiopian bride back to the place of her childhood. Nevertheless, yesterday was a good, good day. Bethel Hill, thank you for allowing Becky and me to share the truth about suffering and persecution with you. We can’t wait to get back to “Utopia” and share the work and the danger again.

    Sometimes I feel like serving Jesus is like eating a big bowl of ice cream. I’d like a bigger bowl, please.

    Saturday, November 13

    6:16 PM It’s going to be a very long time before I forget today. What’s an Ethiopia team reunion like? Imagine a group of Iraq War vets sitting around in someone’s living room in the States. There are chatting amiably. Their feelings come out naturally. They are beginning to “process” their experiences. Together.

    A Band of Brothers.

    It hit me today. That’s exactly what we are.

    A Band of Brothers.

    Our common experience has forged an unbreakable bond between us. In a word, we are vets of a gigantic spiritual battle that is raging all over Ethiopia. And if you’ve never been there — if you’ve never felt what we’ve felt or seen what we’ve seen or done what we’ve done — you will never be able to understand us. It’s just impossible. All this translates into the fact that the bonds of missionary service are so tight that, well, it’s just about impossible to explain it in words.

    A Band of Brothers.

    For some of us, this means happy memories. Our deployment wasn’t too bad. Nothing very traumatic. Except maybe watching the walking wounded. For others, however, there’s a heavy price that has been paid. Either way, we’re open and honest with each other. Our hearts ache for Ethiopia. We cry out to God on behalf of our family there. We’re ready to kick it into high gear and get back to the war zone. It’s a job we find incredibly invigorating and enervating, all at the same time. Our hearts sing because Jesus has counted us — unworthy us! — to be His servants in Africa!

    I love being a missionary to Ethiopia. It’s the most wonderful, most exasperating, most difficult, most exhilarating job in all the world. There are no exceptions. Mission work is riding a roller coaster with all of its surprises and sudden jolts. It’s terrific and terrifying. Sometimes it’s so fast that I want to cry “Whiplash!”

    I also love my teammates. All these knights in shining armor. All these normal brothers and sisters who live humdrum lives (as I do) and then place it all on the line for Jesus. My thanks to each team member who came today. My love to each who couldn’t make it. You were missed. To everyone who attended: Thanks for letting me pour out my heart to you. I knew you would understand. And thanks for sharing with me your thoughts and dreams too. Feel free to do that at any time. After all, we are a band of brothers.

    Semper Fi!

    5:12 PM Oh, how wise, thisClement of Alexandria!

    This, then, is the mark of the man, the beard. By this, he is seen to be a man. It is older than Eve. It is the token of the superior nature….It is therefore unholy to desecrate the symbol of manhood, hairiness.

    7:55 AM Ethiopians are caught between two cultures — the disappearing one of their forefathers and the rapidly emerging world of today based on Western “values.” I imagine this struggle will make for interesting conversation today during our Ethiopia team reunion. Actually, we Christians in North America are also caught between two cultures — one that makes education, birth, status, health, and success primary, and one that requires that we share our lives with others and thus lay the foundations of Gospel witness and work. Oh, what a high view of the lost we must have and we must teach! It must be second only to our affection for the Savior Himself!

    Below: Dr. Rick greets a new patient at our makeshift health clinic in Gujiland last summer.

    For the Gujis, having a medical doctor in their midst was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Oh, wait a minute: there is no sliced bread in Gujiland!

    7:35 AM Over at the Alpha and Omega Blog, Jamin Hubner’sessay on “Q”is well worth your time. His conclusions?

    Q is entirely unfounded. If such a source existed that the two gospels depended on, we would expect to see at least one manuscript, or one reference to it in early church tradition (there are 5,700+ manuscripts of the NT, 2,360+ of which are gospels). But there simply are none; there is no hard evidence whatsoever that Q even existed.

    Amen!

    But then we read this:

    It’s possible Mark was written last out of the three. But that’s highly unlikely – why would a compilation of accounts be the smallest account? Why would it exclude the majority of Jesus’ teaching? Why then does Matthew and Luke agree less than Mark agrees with Luke and Matthew? Why does Mark have a more awkward and primitive style? etc.

    I’ve tried to answer these questions inWhy Four Gospels? Any blogger who would like a free review copy can contact the publisher at pubs@energion.com.

    Friday, November 12

    7:44 PM Here’s agreat interview with a wonderful fellow and one of my all-time favorite bloggers.

    7:35 PM Had Chinese stir fry for supper tonight. Caleb and Isaac cooked it. I helped. Sort of. It was great. Afterwards Becky and I snuck out to the front porch and had some key lime pie together, talking about the day’s events. Then Liz brought us some hot tea. Right now Bec’s making potato salad for tomorrow’s reunion. I’m reading a book about the Pearl Harbor attack. The Rondeaus are watching an episode of Little House on the Prairie.

    Family. Love. Peace. Joy. Jesus.

    2:09 PM Before I forget: Energion Publications has announced the forthcoming release of a new book on themissionary theology of John Piper. I have read the manuscript and am eager for the book to be in print. I’m also glad to see yet another of our SEBTS grads publishing his research.

    Now it’s nap time!

    1:38 PM Becky and Lizzy (I love diminutives!) have gone off to South Boston for lunch and shopping. I’m going off to bed for a short nap. I think I deserve it. Got tons done today but how much more awaits to be accomplished. Make me Thy fuel, Thou Flame of God!

    1:32 PM Thanks to Rod Decker I now have another essential web resource bookmarked.

    12:40 PM The surgeon just called me with the news. “Extremely benign” were his words. Yes, I am rejoicing. Yes, I’m relieved. And yes, I’m grateful for your prayers. Very grateful. The bottom line: God is still changing me into His image, and He’s still got a lot of work to do. It’s going to involve mountaintops (like today) as well as valleys. No matter what — we’ve got to keep moving forward.

    When I was a child in Hawaii I dreamt of going places and seeing things. I’m going to see the Great Pyramids. I’m going to touch the pillars of the Parthenon. I’m going to walk sedately on the Great Wall of China. I’m going to visit Buddhist temples in Korea. I’m going to visit the British Museum and the Eiffel Tower and the Gutenberg Museum and Vatican City and the Swiss Alps and India and Persepolis and the Euphrates River. I’m going to do all that and a thousand things more.

    So here I am today, having done all those things and thinking, None of this can compare to feeling one small ray of light penetrate the darkness of a soul.

    I forget sometimes just how simple life is. You get up in the morning, and you go to bed at night. In between, you watch God work miracle after miracle after miracle. The kind of a miracle I experienced today when He whispered to me through the phone, “Extremely benign.” Or when He allowed me to look in the eyes of my wife and see grace and love. Or when He spoke to me through your kind email.

    Yes, miracle after miracle….

    10:48 AM We’re still getting tomatoes from our garden. Unbelievable.

    10:45 AM I suspect that the silly “pay-for-your-projector” controversy at SBL will blow over as soon as another hideous injustice comes to light. I think God understands this quirk of human nature, our proclivity to focus on the dark in the face of all the light. The real purpose of attending annual meetings, as everyone knows, is (1) to network and make new friends and (2) to buy books. Otherwise, SBL is hardly an anarchist utopia. The better papers will inevitably be published (either in print or online), but it’s the opportunity to meet your potential doctoral advisor or a colleague from another institution that would be the real attraction for me if I were a younger attendee. When I was much younger I took this advice, with some good results, and William Farmer was only one of several scientific saints who honored me with his friendship as a result. I was still charmed by that word “dream,” oblivious to the fact that a dream is only what we have fashioned in our wishful fantasies. I rashly took on a larger commitment than I should have by agreeing to review numerous books, but I defended my rashness by pointing out to myself that I desperately needed the shrift. Today, whenever I am able to attend an annual meeting, I am awed by the joviality of freshly-minted Ph.D.s and amused at the simplicity of these young world-shakers. I am not saying that one shouldn’t attend any of the paper sessions. Some presenters at ETS and SBL may have originality; one or two may have genius. In my early days my friends and I would sometimes duel over the question, “Who are the 5 greatest New Testament scholars in attendance?” We were just like any other young scholars, drunk with life. My favorite scholars weren’t always the famous ones. I sought out those who used hammer phrases, who could concentrate an idea like a blow on the head. I also enjoyed scholars who kept me au courant with modern trends in the field.

    In any case, I wish all the SBL attendees well this year, whether or not they are able adapt to the projector policy. I’m sorry I’ll have to miss your company.

    9:10 AM For the past few weeks my mind has been deeply afflicted by questions as I’ve worked on my book Godworld: Enter at Your Own Risk.

    • In what way was Jesus political?

    • What kind of kingdom did Jesus establish through His life, death, and resurrection?

    • How did He relate to the political movements of His day? (There were four of them: the political establishment = the Sadducees; the religious establishment = the Pharisees; the isolationists = the Essenes; and the revolutionaries = the Zealots.)

    • Is the concept of peace central or only peripheral to His teaching?

    I will spend a chapter exploring the proprietary of flying the nation’s flag in our church buildings, seeking to answer the question: How does placing the Stars and Stripes in our churches contribute to the edification of the Body? If it is not a symbol of Christianity, what is its purpose? What does it say about the separation of church and state? And do we not tamper with the truth that the church is above nation and race by flying it? Inevitably questions about just war theory are also being raised. Are Christian pacifists correct when they say, in effect, that self-interest prevents us from being able to declare when a war is just?

    Questions, questions, questions. George MacDonald wrote:

    Into this troubled world Jesus was born.

    They all were looking for a king

    To slay their foes and lift them high.

    Thou camest, a little baby thing

    That made a woman cry.

    So if the only reason I’m writing this book is so that I can work through these issues on my own, I think that’s enough. It’s enough because even if I never publish another book I know this Little Baby Thing who is Lord and King and Ruler and whom I am willing to serve in His Great Cause, until death if necessary.

    8:22 AM Well, I’ve finished revising all 5 chapters of Paul, Apostle of Weakness. The flurry of activity is over. I think it’s time I stopped and asked,What is the purpose of all of this? What am I trying to accomplish? Is all of this necessary? I’ve noticed that when people face medical challenges they tend to pause and rethink their priorities. They reevaluate their lives. Right now I sense the Lord is telling me exactly the same thing that Paul said to Timothy: “The hard-working farmer must be the first to partake of the crops” (2 Tim. 2:6).

    Slow down, Dave, and take time to feed yourself. Weakness is not just a theological subject to be studied and written about. You need to take in before you give out (“give out” in both senses).

    There’s a time to work and a time to rest. Right now it’s time for you to draw strength from Him. Put Him first. Give Him the preeminence.

    And then all these things will be added unto you.

    Thursday, November 11

    4:38 PM Greek students, here’s some realwit and wisdom from Moises Silva. Nobody says it better.

    4:27 PM Just back from a walk to the mailbox. Got this Saturday on my mind. You gotta really love our Ethiopia teammates.

    Many had never been out of the state before let alone out of the country. For some of them, living on the edge meant jaywalking. Not anymore. I sometimes forget just how frightening Africa can be to newcomers. But God has a way of yanking us out of our comfortable homes and putting us into impossible situations so that we would gather our courage and step out in faith. And it’s true. When you try something that’s so big only God can do it, you quickly discover what living by faith is all about.

    You ought to try it.

    1:16 PM Back to revising Paul, Apostle of Weakness. I’m enjoying this.

    1:05 PM Greektongue twister?

    12:55 PM New job openings:

    12:48 PM On the circulation of Mark in the early church:

    It is thus clear that Peter was personally responsible for the text of our Gospel of Mark and that it was composed not only after Matthew and Luke, but also with their aid. However, despite its being highly prized by the church as the personal reminiscences of Peter, it did not enjoy universal circulation because it was not intended to supersede either Matthew or Luke. Indeed, it is rarely quoted by the early fathers, and the first commentary on it dates from only the fifth century. Its process of composition was quite unlike that of Matthew or Luke, and Peter had no intention of making it into a third Gospel.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    12:42 PM Two quotes about politics from The Jesus Paradigm:

    The evangelical subculture, which prizes conformity above all else, doesn’t suffer rebels gladly, and it is especially intolerant of anyone with the temerity to challenge the shibboleths of the Religious Right.

    Randall Balmer 

    One is either a good German or a good Christian. It is impossible to be both at the same time.

    Adolph Hitler

    12:23 PM I’m sorry to admit it, but Bradford Hall is fast becoming a glutton’s paradise. Waffles this morning, pork over rice last night for supper, and just now I ate a wonderful casserole. I can hardly express the gratitude I feel toward all the chefs we have here. I shouldn’t be saying this, but I am very fast eater and thus a really bad example for the boys. I can vie in eating prowess with anyone at the table. Occasionally the boys can score over me in the dessert department, but otherwise we are neck and neck. At any rate, meal time is never dull or boring here at the farm. I think eating must be one of my spiritual gifts.

    8:28 AM Only 2 days until our Ethiopia team reunion here at the farm. I could not be more excited. When Jim Elliott reached the Auca Indians he wrote in his diary: “My joy is full. Oh how blind it would have been to reject the leading of these days. How it has changed the course of life for me and added such a host of joys!”

    I think every team member could say exactly the same thing.

    8:14 AM Calling all my Hebrews students! For an overview of the papers on Hebrews at this year’s SBL meeting, gohere. The discussion about “Irenaeus and Hebrews” should be especially interesting.

    7:47 AM Mark as the interpres of Peter:

    Indeed, it is the modern critics, blinded by their conviction of the priority of Mark, who have failed to accept the obvious message of the patristic evidence. That is why they have misunderstood the significance of the texts that always describe the disciple Mark as the go-between or agent of Peter and never as the author; yet the critics ignore this and make him out to be a writer who remembers what Peter said and not simply the agent for the recording of Peter’s lectures.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    7:26 AM It’s been 7 years since everything changed.

    I had been hearing about missionaries all of my life. And now I’m the GIF, the Guy In Africa, that eccentric person who can’t feel comfortable among opulence any more, who stays up half the night thinking about a sick child in Alaba or a suffering woman in Burji or a persecuted evangelist in Gondar. I don’t ever want to lose this feeling, this marveling at the world, this attraction to a country called Black-Faced (Ethiopia) filled with outcasts and dying people and babies suffering from malaria and women needing fistula surgery, this nation of 80 million people worshiping their trees or their saints or their false gods. I never want to forget how incredibly small you feel when you’re trying to bring medical supplies through customs or watching the heart-wrenching poverty or scooping up a half-naked infant or standing next to the graves of missionaries from past generations who went out to the field and never came back home (or was it ever “home” for them again?). Can you imagine what would happen if Christians in America were to grasp the principle of sharing what they have to meet the needs of the Gospel around the world? Can you imagine what the impact would be if we stopped spending 95 percent of our church budgets on ourselves? Can you imagine the change it would make if we lived a lifestyle that matched our responsibility to a lost and dying world? Seven years ago my lifestyle was up from grabs. Every thought and every action was tested by the simple teachings of Scripture. I decided, along with Becky, that I would lay up no treasure for myself on this earth. Suddenly I was free — free from my bondage to material things, free to allow God to use me — a nobody — to be His hands and feet and arms in Africa.

    Seven years ago.

    How I wish it were longer.  

    Wednesday, November 10

    6:57 PM Mark as an enabling document:  

    Matthew is the fundamental Gospel and the most important, but each was written and published in response to a particular need of the church in a particular historical situation. The real significance of Mark lies in Peter’s guarantee that Luke was fit to be read beside Matthew in the churches of both Peter and Paul. Mark is therefore to be viewed as the bridge between Matthew and Luke, that is, as a document enabling Luke’s Gospel to be used freely in all the churches to which the authority of Peter, the chief eyewitness, extended; and it stands as a recognition of the equality of the Gentiles in all the churches.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    1:30 PM Just wrote an essay in light of Veterans Sunday and Persecution Sunday (both are coming up this weekend). It’s called The Persecuted Church: An Obstreperous Flower.

    12:02 PM A few fun farm fotos:

    1) Micah hard at work in the library of Bradford Hall.

    2) My project du jour.

    3) Changes galore.

    4) An unsolicited promo for Clarkesville Painting Co., which is doing a superb job on our roof.

    Time for lunch!

    11:50 AM In medical news, we are now hoping to send Ayelech to Addis Ababa for a mammogram before having her treated in Soddu. This is a highly complicated task, so pray for us, will you, as we arrange the logistics. The more who pray the merrier. I want Ayelech to know she is being loved on by her family on this side of Planet Earth.

    (And, in other medical news, I am still doing splendidly well. I am in awe at how quickly the human body heals itself. Needless to say, I am looking forward to hearing the results of the tests being run on that small part of Dave Black that was removed on Monday. In reality, there is nothing I can do about it, least of all worry. My mind keeps wandering to Aslan in “The Last Battle.” Further up and further on. No matter how far you go in the Christian life you can never exhaust the love of the one who conquered sin and death.)

    9:51 AM If you’re planning on getting a dog be sure NOT to get a Sheltie. They are thieves. They’ll steal your heart in a minute. Shelties are the most beautiful, affectionate, and obedient (sometimes) dogs in the world. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

    8:33 AM I’ve finished editing Ultimate Allegiance. Now it’s on to my revision of Paul, Apostle of Weakness, Lord willing.

    8:31 AM Throughout Scripture we see that God uses men and women who were utterly dependent upon Him. God reveals His glory and power through the weak things of the world. Elijah was very human, yet he raised the dead. Students, walk in His power today. Live prayerfully, as Jesus did. Voluntarily go out of your way to accept assignments that involve suffering. Remember: The only real truth is truth that is lived out.

    8:22 AM Why four and only four Gospels?

    We may thus sum up the relationships between the Gospels as follows:

    • Matthew was composed to meet the urgent needs of the primitive church of Jerusalem (the church set up by Peter and the original apostles), which needed a manifesto defending its integrity and its right to exist in the earliest days.

    • Luke was written at the request of Paul to meet the urgent need of his churches to have their own manifesto to prove their full equality with Jewish Christians.

    • Mark was the result of the collaboration of Peter and Paul to make sure that the spiritual and doctrinal unity of the universal church was not impaired as a result of the appearance of Luke beside Matthew in the churches of both.

    • And John made it clear that the primary objective of Jesus throughout his public ministry was the winning over of the spiritual authorities in Jerusalem.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    8:12 AM Just ran acrossthis interesting conversation about where to get a Ph.D. in theology. My alma mater is discussed (in passing). Note: One commentator is absolutely correct in saying that language requirements are higher on the continent than probably anywhere else. When I studied in Basel it was simply assumed that one had a good working knowledge of Greek , Hebrew, Latin, German, French, and other languages as well. In my dissertation I quoted Dutch authors in Dutch and Spanish authors in Spanish. And why not? This is the doctoral level, isn’t it?

    Tuesday, November 9

    7:04 PM Becky surprised us with key lime pine tonight in honor of my surgery. Delicious. Key lime pie will be in heaven. Guaranteed.

    7:00 PM On the assumptions of Markan priority:

    In short, the Markan priority hypothesis is based on a number of dubious assumptions, for example, that things are not as the fathers perceived them; that Matthew and Luke are, despite appearances, secondary to Mark; and that the hypothetical source Q was a vitally important document in the first fifty years after the resurrection but was lost through shocking carelessness.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    6:28 PM Got this email:

    This morning I have talked to Tilahun by phone. All of them are doing very well. Aberesh is also doing very well. She is recovered. Now every thing is normal.

    Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

    5:22 PM It was too beautiful to stay indoors today. So the doggies took me on a nice short walk — between naps of course 🙂

     

    5:12 PM Two good reads:

    1) Alan Knox:Did She Really Mean That?

    2) Thomas Hudgins:At 12 Years Old.

    And yes, there is a common thread.

    1:57 PM Becky and I are a tag team. I take a nap, then she takes a nap, then I take a nap….

    10:10 AM My publisher just sent me a link tothis review. Meanwhile, my body just said Get back to bed. Your obedient servant …

    9:55 AM I love UNC Hospital. From the admitting personnel (who laughed at my little suitcase calling it my “money bag”) to the nurses (who smiled when I told them I was here on a hot date with my chemo-taking wife) to the lab tech (who got a kick out the story I told about the time in California when a hospital almost hired me as a lab tech because I tad taken a course in marine biology) to the surgical nurses and doctors (who, behind their professional veneer, are just regular Joes like the rest of us). Teamwork and flexibility were the words of the hour. Having been denied food all day, when asked what my pain level was I told the surprised admitting nurse a “10” — “if this includes hunger pain.” I went into surgery at about 4:00 pm and left the recovery room about 3 and a half hours later. The tumor in my groin came out quickly and cleanly. Right now it sits in the pathology department where, I am told, things can operate rather slowly. The surgeons seemed pleased with how well everything went, which makes me very pleased with how well everything went. I think it was my dear recovery room nurse who had the greatest challenge. As I groggily came up out of my anesthesia-included sleep I developed a bad case of the hiccoughs. (Go figure: I never have the hiccoughs.) Take deep breathes, she commanded, while all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Smile, I told myself, and put the dear woman at ease. When I finally recovered from the anesthesia (and the hiccoughs) all was smooth sailing. I was fed small teaspoonfuls of apple sauce and given some Ginger Ale to drink. Never did food or drink taste better. I had to pass on the steak and baked potato but they weren’t offered. During my pre-op phase, Becky went out and bought me a “Donut” to sit on during the long drive home. I had to laugh to myself as we drove to the farm: Here you are sitting on a Donut and wearing an article of clothing under your trousers that you haven’t worn since high school gym class.

    So how I do feel today? Other than discomfort at the incision site and a bit of a headache, well and good. God showed up yesterday in a mighty big way, not only in Spirit but in the visage of my wife and all those who attended to me so cheerfully and carefully. God is way too good to me, I thought to myself throughout the day, realizing that not every man can say he enjoyed a hot date at the hospital with his wife and still feel wonderfully blessed.

    Monday, November 8

    8:08 AM Sometimes I wish I had never read the Gospels. How simple and easy life would be if I had never been brought to realize some of the requirements of discipleship as Jesus brings them to life. How easy it would be to take life for granted and to live for myself. But having been reading the Gospels — really reading them — I am not the same person. What a contrast to the soft-minded pulp we humans produce in our efforts to say something profound about Jesus. I sometimes think that serious cogitation is utterly alien to the academic guild. Worse than our errors of scholarship is our wanton ignorance of history. Jesus gladly exposes the shortcomings of our Western academic culture, our false utopias of every kind, be they political or ecclesiastical. He tells us that there is no longer any excuse for us to live mediocre lives without a sense of purpose. He has a place for every one of us in this great task of world evangelization. The awful truth is, Jesus bids us come and die. Unless we come to this place of total commitment, we can never understand the Gospels. O, we can write our books about Jesus, about the “historical quest,” about this or that pseudo-problem that we have invented in order to get a promotion. We have time to study anthropology and sociology and theology but we have no time for prayer. And the answer to every prayer is nothing more than this: God, in all His power, is with us to make up for all of our human limitations. We have so much else to depend on today. Few of us move out in total reliance upon the Lord. No wonder we’re victims of every new “fad” that comes out. No wonder we depend on our pseudo-theology. O, how I want to see the flow of the Holy Spirit in our seminaries. How I want our churches to be free from our bondage to our materialistic playthings. The real tragedy is that I am not immune to the temptation to seek power and position and honor from men. But thanks be to God — the Gospels are there! They are there to call me away from the mess I’ve made of my life, from my lukewarm, plastic, half-hearted Christianity.

    O God, help each of us this day, whether or not we are facing surgery or chemotherapy, whether or not we have little or much, whether or not we are young or old, to evaluate our lives in the light of eternity, to surrender our ambitions and plans, to weep once more and feel the love of Jesus for the lost, to put the kingdom of God first, to move in the flow of the Spirit again, to exercise the mind of Christ, to trust our Father to provide for our needs. Help us come and die. Help us find true life. In the name of the Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen.

    7:55 AM Right now Matt is cooking the most delicious crêpes I have ever seen or smelled. That rascal. Doesn’t he know I have been NPO since midnight? Torture, pure torture!

    7:50 AM Another positivereview.

    7:43 AM Great news! This just in from Ethiopia:

    Today I have talked to Tilahun. He is doing very well. He told me Nathan is doing very well. Aberesh is also getting better.

    How gracious is our God. My thanks to all who are praying. Please don’t stop now.

    Sunday, November 7

    12:48 PM On historicity:

    Unlike the fantastic hypotheses thought up by exponents of Markan priority, which cannot be directly refuted because they are all located in the blank tunnel period, the Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis respects and accepts the real life situation of the universal church in the years 30–67 and agrees with the known history of the apostolic churches at all key points.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    11:42 AM This morning I’ve been sitting beside a warm fire in my library pouring over the final page proofs of the latest book in our Areopagus series, Bob Cornwall’s Ultimate Allegiance: The Subversive Nature of the Lord’s Prayer.

    I have long felt that our usual method of reading the Disciples’ Prayer needed a corrective; and this book is it. The authors of our little series represent a larger tension in the academic world: Luther versus Erasmus, revolution versus reform, a brave new approach versus the patching up of an old garment. Cornwall’s book will delight and surprise you, I think. When I first read it I thought back to a Denkmal in Worms, Germany, and its famous plaque: “Hier stehe Ich, Ich kann nicht anders.” I hope many small group Bible studies will find the book interesting and profitable.

    10:41 AM On dispensing with “Q”:

    One problem that arises is that of the existence of Q. We cannot confront this issue here, for the complexity of such a task would be significant enough to warrant a book of its own. However, as we have seen, the Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis permits us to dispose with Q as a gospels source; and, indeed, all such hypothecated documents (including M and L) become unnecessary when we bear in mind the statement of Clement of Alexandria that those Gospels containing genealogies came first.

    FromWhy Four Gospels?

    9:50 AM It seems odd to be sitting here at home while B has gone off to church at Bethel Hill. But I’m feeling washed out and my stomach has been upset for 2 days now. Nothing major, but I don’t have my normal strength and there’s no sense in pushing myself when I’m having my tumor removed tomorrow. At this moment I have no ambition to do anything but write. But two things first:

    1) I am oceans away from Ethiopia but I feel very much the agony of our friends there who are suffering from malaria. These now include Tilahun, Aberesh, and Baby Nathan — yes, our Baby Nathan.

    I’m not exactly sure how they’re doing. I’ve only received a second-hand report. But in Alaba, malaria is serious business. It’s often fatal. I’m not saying this to be dramatic. It’s just reality. And I know what they must be feeling. First of all there’s the incredible pain. Then the awful chills and fever. And finally the uncertainty. I’m especially concerned for Aberesh who’s already lost who knows how many babies. Living in Alaba is like being in a war zone. It becomes natural to expect death. It is an everyday happening. You simply cannot envisage a time when there would not be malaria or typhoid of typhus any more. How can anyone go on in the face of all that?

    It’s not the first time I’ve prayed for Aberesh and it won’t be the last. This is where faith comes in. Faith in a God who is always loving and always in control. Faith that allows me to imagine a world being redeemed by a Savior who know what it’s like to suffer. Faith that hopes and never gives up. I know I’m being selfish, but right now I’m praying for Baby Nathan to be completely healed from his malaria. I want to see him grow old and hobble on his cane like other shemagalis and sit on his stool and tell stories to his grandchildren. Maybe even stories of those two white-faced foreigners who used to visit Alaba many years ago.

    I’m ready to storm heaven on behalf of that boy and his parents.

    2) Our Student Day was wonderful. Lots of good fellowship and, most importantly, plenty of good conversation focused on things of eternal value. In case you’re interested I post here a few photos.

    Saturday, November 6

    8:22 AM I’m eager to get to know my students a bit better today. I especially want to know if they think their seminary education is worth the effort. I enjoyed Talbot but found it dull. I had some good teachers, but most of them employed the “You sit still while I instill” method of teaching. I can get this in one fourth the time by reading the textbook I thought to myself. The one thing I really missed was independent thinking. I don’t know whether it was stupidity or inability on my part but I was always eager to learn new ideas. I had one professor I especially enjoyed. He was highly emotional, remarkably unfair in his grading policy, very temperamental — and we all were devoted to him. He had been a missionary to China before being booted out by the Reds. It seems to me that good teaching always awakens some response in the students. Mere information is useless — less than useless. It gives you nothing more than you had before. I recall thinking to myself, You may one day be a teacher yourself. Will you be a good one? I think a wild hope was springing up in me. It was indeed a happy time.

    My former missionary professor impacted me profoundly. In fact, I almost decided to do my doctorate under Peter Beyerhaus at Tübingen. We hit it off quite well. I was thinking about writing a dissertation on the history of Christian missions in the Hawaiian Archipelago. We thought this was a fitting topic for someone who was hatched and reared on Oahu. Of course, the Lord eventually sent me to Basel to study New Testament. I remember my stay there always as being one of the happiest experiences I have ever known.

    So what are my students thinking? Are they being challenged to think biblically? Are they enjoying their studies? Or are they bemoaning the effort?

    Friday, November 5

    1:05 PM The University of Maryland announces an opening inBiblical Studies.

    12:51 PM So how do you like our new red roof?

    12:42 PM It hit me today, while praying for Ethiopia. What footprint will Becky and I leave there? We’ve been working and planning and organizing the ministry there for many years now. So what’s next?

    Here’s one thing. This Sunday Becky and I are sending a woman from Koro village in Burjiland to the hospital in Soddu. Her name is Ayelech. Ayelech first came to see Becky in November of 2008 complaining of a lump in her left breast. At times she would bleed from her nipple. Once her 4-year old son accidentally hit her in that breast and she fainted, so strong was the pain. Becky gave her some funds to travel to Soddu hospital way back then. Her lump needed a biopsy. Ayelech tried to go to Soddu several times but each time the Gujis began fighting the Burjis. In a word, Ayelech was afraid to travel. You’d be too if all your life you feared the warlike Gujis who seem to delight in taking the lives of Burjis. All of this would have been insignificant if her lump had gone away but, of course, it hasn’t. It’s incredible — the faith these simple Burji villagers have. Ayelech figured that if God closes a door He always opens a window. The window, in her mind, was a miraculous healing. Well, this has not occurred. So it’s time to try again to send her to Soddu. Ethiopia is such an odd kaleidoscope of cultures and peoples. You never know what will happen and when. The Guji warfare could flare up again at any moment. So I feel a sense of urgency in getting Ayelech on her way. Bec and I will sponsor her and her husband and one other man to make the trip. They will be driven there in our clinic vehicle.

    In the middle of all of this I am struck by something I feel I should really thank God for. I praise Him that there is a good Christian hospital in Soddu. I thank Him that our clinic has an ambulance. I praise Him that He is deeply concerned, not only with the grand scheme of salvation, but with the most intimate details of our lives and work and health and families. Somewhere in the middle of all of this God is saying to me: I’ve got both you and Ayelech in my hands. All I have to do is stop worrying and trust Him.

    I can’t even being to tell you how much I love Ayelech. I’ll be praying night and day for her until I find out the results of her biopsy. Funny, I think to myself, what if we both have our biopsy on the same day? It would be just like God to do that. Becky thinks she’ll probably need a radical mastectomy. God knows.

    Meanwhile, I try to resign myself to the reality that I’ll never be able to explain adequately what the people of Ethiopia mean to me.

    I leave you with a couple of pix of Koro village in the highlands of Burji.

    Peace,

    Dave

    9:40 AM Out of curiosity I decided I’d hop over to the new NIV and see what it did with John 21:5. I was surprised to see the following:

    He called out to them, “Friends, haven’t you any fish?”

    Oddly, there is no footnote indicating that the Greek has “children” instead of the NIV’s “friends.”

    Odd indeed. Of course, Greek words have several different meanings, and between two languages the sets of meaning never completely correspond. But in no case does the range of meaning of Greek paidia seem to encompass the idea of “friends” (which in Greek would, of course, be philoi).

    So what is going on here? Perhaps the translators want to avoid making Jesus use pejorative or insulting language. We do this in English when we substitute “government” for “regime” (the latter being pejorative). Or perhaps the issue is one of language etiquette. At the bottom of our language etiquette scale in English we find sequences like the following, spoken in an unmistakably contemptuous tone:

    Hey there, kid (boy, punk) – what do you think you’re doing?

    And so the issue of appropriateness is raised. But could Jesus have meant to use language that was, say, a little edgy? On the one hand, He hardly ever uses “children” to address His disciples. And on the other, it seems clear that He wanted to get their attention – and apparently He succeeded. Or is “children” a term of endearment (as suggested by BDAG)? In the end we may never know why Jesus chose paidia over philoi. Don Carson suggests (in his John commentary) that paidia may mean nothing more than “lads” (following British usage). He translates the expression, “Lads, haven’t you caught anything?” In the ISV we have “Children, you don’t have any fish do you?” – an attempt to bring out the force of the Greek adverb me, which implies a negative answer. Either way, I hardly see how one can avoid the pejoration (or sarcasm, or attention-getting language, or endearing term) that Jesus intended here. A simple note in the NIV (Lit. children) would have sufficed. But as it stands now, the NIV (old and new editions) is clearly wrong.

    What doyou think about the new NIV? You can read ithere.

    9:34 AM Job openings:

    9:24 AM I enjoyed reading Arthur Sido’s essay calledServing by observing? The question he raises is a crucial one: How can members of our churches best serve the Lord and others on Sunday morning? He writes:

    Paul describes the church gathering in 1 Corinthians 14 as a meeting where all the brothers are participating, where each has something tangible to bring, where we edify one another and not through the “one and all the others” tradition. The participatory model from Scripture is not how the church typically meets now and it hasn’t done so for over 1000 years except in rare divergences, divergences that often were met with persecution.

    Surely this is healthier than sitting and soaking. Arthur’s essay takes seriously the lay perspective (actually, he does not hold to a clergy-laity division) and the need for all believers to be actively involved in the arenas of church life, including during the so-called “worship service.” This is a bold theological move and one I certainly applaud. In my own church I sense there is a great deal of freedom for the Spirit to direct non-professionals to participate in the assembly. I am not saying that we shouldn’t sit still and pay careful attention to the one who is teaching. But Paul is very clear in 1 Corinthians 14: every believer has a ministry, and everyone is to participate and give to others what God has given him or her. The same principle is stated in Hebrews 10:24-25: “And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and good works, not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is, but exhorting one another, and so much the more, as you see the day approaching.” Here the purpose of gathering together as the body of Christ is made crystal clear: mutual ministry. The emphasis is not on where we so often put it (“go to church!”) but rather on the truth that each of us should minister to the others when we come together as a group. I welcome the insightful work that Arthur is doing in challenging the current paradigm of church life. So remember: Your gift may seem small, but as part of the manifold grace of God is has tremendous value to the Body.

    One more thing: If the sermon is not to be central, what or who is?

    9:12 AM Speaking of writing, I’ve been looking for a good commentary on Matthew to use in my Greek exegesis classes. I’m afraid I have to disagree withone writer’s glowing assessment of Grant Osborne’s new Matthew commentary in the Zondervan series. An example is Matt. 5:22, where no mention is made whosoever of a textual variant that affects both translation and interpretation in a major way. Is Jesus forbidding all anger or only anger “without a cause”? You’d never know there was a problem unless you went elsewhere. Osborne’s commentary is thinner here (and elsewhere) than I thought it would be. Pastors need to know just what Jesus is teaching here about anger. The disputed adverb eike makes all the difference in the world for one’s interpretation – and application – of the text. So why no discussion? In his preface Grant writes that “…one goal in this commentary series is to summarize briefly the current state of scholarship on key issues; thus on debated passages, I usually list scholars on the various sides of the point.” He adds, “…I summarize the sides as simply and practically as possible so that the pastor can decide which of the possibilities to choose on the issue.” In one of myNovum Testamentum articles I discussed the variant in Matt. 5:22 in great detail but nothing is made of it here. I would at least like to have seen the variant mentioned. I must also note my disappointment with Grant’s treatment of the synoptic problem, which merits only a brief response even though one’s “solution” to it colors one’s entire perspective. For example, Grant writes, “If Matthew were first, it is hard to conceive of Mark omitting so much material from Jesus, especially discourses like the Sermon on the Mount or the Church Discourse of ch. 18 or the parables in the Olivet Discourse (ch. 13).” As if Farmer’s Two-Gospel Hypothesis or my own Fourfold-Gospel Hypothesis had nothing to say in reply to this argument! Grant, of course, repeats an argument that has been made since the time of B. F. Streeter (The Four Gospels, p. 158): “Only a lunatic would leave out Matthew’s account of the Infancy, the Sermon on the Mount, and practically all the parables, in order to get room for purely verbal expansion of what was retained.” The fatal flaw with this argument, in fact, “is precisely the baseless assumption that Mark (or Peter) intended to write a Gospel like the other two” (Why Four Gospels? p. 36). Our side of the argument has not been presented. If you are going to state “There are stronger arguments for Markan priority,” then I should think you had better give at least a few of the “strong” arguments for the other side. I am no Gospels scholar, but I would like to see the perspective of non-Markan priorists given a fair shake. On further rumination, perhaps I should not be surprised at any of this. The academic guild has long since acquiesced to Markan priority. But if I am going to require that my students read a major exegetical commentary based on the Greek text, it will have to be one that deals with the foremost controversies in a balanced sort of way.

    8:55 AM I am re-reading Yoder’s fantasticThe Politics of Jesus. What a marvelous book. He is a great writer and a great theologian. Much better stuff than the moth-eaten labors of pseudo-scholars. I want to learn to write like that. His theology raises my spirits. Such a book, if students would only read it, has the potential of getting the church to rethink her fallen ways. In the meantime I am reviewing works that authors or publishers have sent me for my appraisal. One of them, dealing with the missionary theology of John Piper, is quite well done. The rest are same-old same-old books about hermeneutics or New Testament introduction or biblical Greek, etc. I have to laugh at myself for just writing that sentence. I’ve written a few books like that myself! So I shed a tear, and move on to other works.

    8:43 AM Tomorrow is STUDENT DAY at Rosewood Farm! Looking forward to welcoming my students to my home-sweet-home. If you haven’t signed up it’s not too late. A simple email will do. If you need directions, let us know. Or you can Google Map it at 2691 White House Road, Nelson, VA 24580. See you soon!

    8:40 AM As Monday’s surgery approaches, my inner feelings clamor for concealment, but here they are. I am confronting a problem many thousands of people face every year in America. It is wrong and unjust for me to feel that God is picking on me. The Christian life is not premised on the assumption that we can avoid the physically onerous. Believers in Jesus have choices forced on them just as anyone else does. My attitude is my choice. Oh how I pray that I will be cheerful (as I ought to be) and winsome (as I want to be) wherever I go and with whomever I speak! Thankfully, for me the question is How should I pray to God? rather than Does God exist? I feel that C. S. Lewis got to the latter place in his life. I sense that he was near despair, that he desired nothing more than to lie down among the dying leaves of fall and let himself rot into the earth. I want to be especially careful how I talk about this to others. Vicious relativism is not an option. I must take courage from the apostle Paul’s example and clearly say that the problem with our society is its sinful presumption that man is born to be happy, when all of us clearly have to die sometime. In my teaching I call students to exhibit confidence in the Lordship of Christ as the truth of our existence. What the Bible reveals to us is not a morality but a reality – a living Person to whom we respond and with whom we walk each and every day of our lives. No Bible verse, no matter how true, can substitute for the life-giving power of that Person. Without Him – and even with Him at times – life is haunted with mystery and frightened by understanding. Never to my dying day will I forget that moment when I was 8 years old that I met this wonderful Savior, when I “accepted” Jesus, though I will probably always regret that I did not learn sooner that He threatens society by creating a new kind of community that leads to a radically new kind of life. This Jesus comes to me in my weakness, is all tenderness and understanding and encouragement. I am released from my fears and doubts, and then He sends me right back into the fray of life to be subject again to the temptations of envy, anger, sloth, avarice, gluttony, self-pity, lust – in short, the temptation to refuse to “accept” Jesus again and again as my Savior from sin and Lord of my life.

    Dear Jesus, in accepting my weakness and infirmities, I am accepting you. I am struck by the improbability, indeed the seeming impossibility, of ever serving you with all of my heart. The prophet’s precept reminds me that it is not by might nor by power but by your Spirit that I overcome. So thank you for saving me despite my sin and for using me despite my weakness. May everything that transpires next week and in all of my weeks bring you joy and glory. Amen.

    8:23 AM At the Shepherds Seminary last night I spoke on the origins of the four Gospels. And what a great time we had.

    Believe it or not, I am always uncomfortable in crowds. I am not and never will be a good conversationalist. I have to be alone before I can really think. I can write it better than I can say it. On the other hand, people are so kind to me that I feel so undeserving of the honor of being a public speaker. Surely they can find someone else to talk to them? However, everywhere I go I find students who are willing to rethink the issues, and I could jump to high heaven as a result. Someone once quipped, “If you can’t drive a train you can always be a wheel-greaser.” So off I went to the STS, grease gun in hand.

    I was thrilled to meet in Doug Bookman a professor who is open to reconsidering the synoptic problem. I am meeting more and more scholars like him in evangelical circles.

    I think the consensus starting breaking down years ago. I well recall an event that made publishing history in 1987. Mann’s Anchor Bible commentary on Mark was revolutionary in that a major publisher allowed the appearance of a work that argued that the author of Mark made use of the earlier Gospels of Matthew and Luke. Of course, Mann was accused of turning the clock back. For indeed, there is nothing new at all in his solution to synoptic relationships. Matthean priority was the leading view among university trained scholars until the nineteenth century. Even today this view has its supporters. William Farmer dispensed with “Q” and advocated a Two Gospel Hypothesis, as did David Peabody, George Wesley Buchanan, David Dungan, and Lamar Cope. Others dispense with “Q” but still hold to Markan priority. As everyone knows, paradigm shifts often come dramatically. They require a patient reexamination of the raw data over a considerable course of time. I hold no illusions that my lecture will change anyone’s mind. I hope the debate and discussion will continue and that students of the Gospels will feel free to rearrange some of the best of their theological presuppositions. It turns out, in fact, that there are perfectly sound scientific reasons for Mark’s procedure in following the Matthean and Lukan accounts. Clearly it is time for advocates of Markan priority to give renewed consideration to the testimony of the earliest church fathers. “Q” is certainly wobbling, at least among students. Then there is the argument based on Mark’s “course style” – which I responded to years ago in an essay in Filologia Neotestamentaria. That is, if we picture Mark as recording the words of Peter verbatim and viva voce, there will no problem in seeing the diction of Mark’s Gospel as less refined or literary than that of Matthew and Luke. So the internal evidence needs to be examined rigorously. But not, in my view, at the expense of the external evidence.

    SoI hope my little talk last night will enrich and encourage the ongoing debate. To everyone who came out to hear this obscurantist, a heartfelt “thank you.”

    8:12 AM Good morning bloggers. I’ve got some great news to report. Becky’s CT scan showed NO additional growth in her tumors. This means we will continue the Adriamycin treatments. This is a special blessing from our great God and a real answer to prayer. So, next Monday, while I’m having my surgery, Becky will be next door having her chemo. Another hot date!

    Monday, November 1

    8:17 PM Highlight of the day: Becky and I drinking our Coke-flavored contrast together before our CT scans. How’s that for a hot date?

    6:04 PM This is my favorite time of the day. Dusk, and the farm is at peace. The day draws to a close. The contrails fan out high above us, and beyond them is the abode of my God. He orchestrated this day wonderfully. B had her CT-scan, and I was able to get all of my pre-ops done — in one day no less (meeting with the surgeon, EKG, blood work, chest X-Ray, CT-scan). Surgery is scheduled for next Monday at UNC, followed by a biopsy. Words are inadequate to describe the peace I feel despite my tiredness. There is no such thing as chance with God. Everything God permits is guaranteed by His nature. I hasten to add that I felt your prayers, and I’m most grateful.

    We should have the results of Bec’s scan Wednesday or possibly Thursday. I am eager to hear the report. I’ll keep you posted.

    Peace,

    Dave

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