Showing posts from August, 2008

Close to Almost

I think we are all still wondering exactly what it was we witnessed with Michael Phelps’ eight gold medals in the Beijing Olympics. Sports Illustrated has released eight frame by frame underwater shots of Phelps' final stroke to overtake Ian Crocker by .04 seconds. I am not sure any of us can truly quantify just exactly what .04 seconds is. In this case it was the difference between one more stroke for Phelps and Crocker’s instinct to stretch and glide toward the wall. .04 seconds was the difference in you and I celebrating one of the greatest athletic performances of all time for Phelps, or our celebrating Crocker’s defeat of one of the greatest champions of all time. .04 seconds sealed athletic fate. There is nothing about this thought that is original but it would be frightening to know how close to “almost” we come over the span of a lifetime. For the past several weeks I have been reading through Proverbs. Every verse is a testimony to how the decision of a moment can forev

The Meaning of Car - Illustrating the Silliness of Scientism

“Little did I realize that in a few years I would encounter an idea – Darwin’s idea – bearing an unmistakable likeness to universal acid: it eats through just about every traditional concept, and leaves in its wake a revolutionized world-view, with most of the old landmarks still recognizable, but transformed in fundamental ways. Darwin’s idea had been born as an answer to the question of biology, but it threatened to leak out, offering answers – welcome or not –to questions in cosmology (going in one direction) and psychology (going in another direction). If redesign could be a mindless, algorithmic process of evolution, why couldn’t that whole process itself be the product of evolution, and so forth, all the way down?” – From Darwin’s Dangerous Idea by Daniel Dennett [1] Alister McGrath has coined it “scientism”; the idea that science is capable of answering all of our questions, that it has no limits and will in time provide us with inexhaustible knowledge. It is the idea that “w

300 – An Open Letter to My Congregation

Dear 300, The Greek historian Herodotus has shared with us the story of King Leonidas’ 300 Spartan warriors who stood against the Persians at the Battle of Thermopylae. The Book of Judges chronicles Gideon’s 300 and their defeat of the Midianites. Both accounts offer inspiring stories of those who against innumerable odds exhibited great strength and a vast amount of character. In both cases I believe the moral has nothing to do with the digit 300. The number may be simply an ironic coincidence. For me the moral is the testimony of those who stood, who did not quit, and thus comprised a meager but mighty force. I am not certain how many of us are in this moment, but it is around 300 plus or minus only a few. It is to you, my congregation, the 300, that I post this open letter to let you know that you have truly inspired me, your pastor. This Sunday we claim victory as we dedicate our new campus. The journey to this moment has been arduous to say the least. Our collective heart has be

A Dollar's Worth

I want to recommend a blog to you from a friend, current church member, and co-laborer in Christ. His name is Jason Dollar and he posts some interesting articles from the field of Christian Apologetics. Jason really stays on top of the current trends in popular thought, does a great job discerning the issues, and has a great way of communicating to a broad audience. Currently (8/11) he has posted an interview he conducted with a former Jehovah Witness leader from his hometown. Jason has put a lot of work into this one and it is a very informative read. Also, if you are looking for a great speaker I would highly recommend Jason. Although his primary ministry focuses on teens, from what I have observed of Jason he is effective in any audience setting. Youth pastors – once you get over your summer hangover and start planning for next year you must include Jason on your calendar for D-Now or camp! Access Jason’s article here .

Discerning Theological Athletespeak

I blog and I read blogs, I am blogalicious, blogocentric, a blog-a-holic to the point that one day I will probably inexplicably develop blogaphobia. The thing I love about blogs is that they give voice to actual people, which can be a train wreck, but in some sense has loosened the monopoly of information provided by the talking heads in the media. I do not read blogs about the things someone did between 3:30 and 5:00. I don’t enjoy blogs that are overly laced with how a person “feels.” That being said, over the past few years I have stumbled across some worthy blogs I read on a regular basis. I share this entry from C.J. Mahaney’s post on the Sovereign Grace Ministry blog (which I accessed via Between Two Worlds ) not primarily due to the Art Monk comment, but due to the following insight from Mahaney. “From my view in the cheap seats, too many pro athletes who profess Christ appear theologically ignorant, have little or no involvement in the local church, and have no pastoral

Dog Daze

I have established in previous posts that as a family we are connoisseurs of Saturday . A well executed Saturday can provide a man with a fine reserve of memories fit to be recalled when he is old, grey and not sure what day it is – or either just too old to care. This past Saturday did not necessarily place a memory in reserve, but instead recalled one from my childhood. But before I reveal a childhood scar, allow me a moment to set the stage. This past Saturday I worked our church booth at a local event known as Dog Daze. The name is a double entendre in that it is a southern festival that honors dogs calendared in the month of August. There is no word in the English language fit to describe Alabama in August. Thus, we grapple for words that try to get a person close to the experience: nuclear, melt, sweltering, I can’t breathe, heatstroke, and one from the Bible “Hades.” Somewhere in time a southern belle also added the word “dog days” to describe the experience. I am not