Archive for February 2008

"Get Out!"

It doesn’t get much better than this – “I want a real chaplain who has a real god and a real hell.

Many thanks to the linking goodness of Ray Ortlund vis a vis Justin Taylor.

God Ripping’em a New One!

Yes the title is vulgar in its visual imagery, but not more so than God’s own description of Samaria and Jerusalem in Ezekiel 23:1-21. HT to Salguod.

We (most Christians) read Ezekiel and passages like this one, getting no further with what is being said than to think of the folly of the ancient Jewish people. We read this and shake our heads thinking, “They had Jehovah, the Living God, with them all along and yet constantly refused to listen to him. How utterly foolish!” Yet are we any different that ancient Isreal?

What would we think if instead we were to read and hear the same scathing indictments against our own country? Don’t we do the same things. Don’t we, through our inaction, allow our rulers to get in bed with dictators and despots? What do we (Christians) say to the modern Ezekiel’s of our time? Are we willing to bend an ear to their words and study what they are saying or do we more often than not scoff at them with the rest of secular society and try to distance ourselves from them? We say things like, “Well they call themselves Christian, and I’m sure they are well intentioned, but we just don’t hold to the same ideology.” i.e., They’re a nut job and please don’t put me in the same boat with them just because we both call ourselves Christian. I wonder if that’s what the “moderate” Jews in Ezekiel’s time said about him?

Stanzas Of The Soul

1. On a dark night, Kindled in love with yearnings—oh, happy chance!—
I went forth without being observed, My house being now at rest.

2. In darkness and secure, By the secret ladder, disguised—oh, happy chance!—
In darkness and in concealment, My house being now at rest.

3. In the happy night, In secret, when none saw me,
Nor I beheld aught, Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart.

4. This light guided me More surely than the light of noonday
To the place where he (well I knew who!) was awaiting me— A place where none appeared.

5. Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,
Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved!

6. Upon my flowery breast, Kept wholly for himself alone,
There he stayed sleeping, and I caressed him, And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze.

7. The breeze blew from the turret As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand he wounded my neck And caused all my senses to be suspended.

8. I remained, lost in oblivion; My face I reclined on the Beloved.
All ceased and I abandoned myself, Leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

 

John of the Cross from Dark Night of the Soul