Friday, February 15, 2008

Quote of the day - Friday 2/15

I have been re-reading Under the Unpredictable Plant by Eugene Peterson. This book, along with others by Peterson written specifically to pastors has proven to be great grounding for me. He is within a Christian tradition that is slightly different from the one I occupy or have been raised in. But, he writes of the pastoral vocation with a beauty and honesty that is rare among contemporary authors.

Here is a good quote:


"The Psalms are the school for people learning to pray. Fundamentally, prayer is our response to the God who speaks to us. God's word is always first. He gets the first word in, always. We answer. We come to consciousness in a world addressed by God. We need to learn how to answer, really answer - not merely Yesser, Nosir - our whole being in response. How do we do this? We don't know the language. We are so under-developed in this God-addressed world. We learn well enough how to speak to our parents and pass examinations in our schools and count out the right change at the drugstore, but answering God? Are we going to make do by trial and error? Are we going to get by on what we overhear in the streets? Israel and Church put the Psalms into our hands and say, "Here, this is our text. Practice these prayers so that you learn the full range and the vast depth of your lives in response to God.

For eighteen hundred years virtually every church used this text. Only in the last couple of hundred years has it been discarded [as our prayer guide]...

For there is no lack of the impulse to pray. And there is no scarcity of requests to pray. Desire and demand keep the matter of prayer before us constantly. So why are so many lives prayerless? Simply because "the well is deep and you have nothing to draw with." We need a bucket. We need a container that holds water. Desire and demands are a sieve. We need a vessel suited to lowering desires and demands into the deep Jacob's Well of God's presence and word and bringing them to the surface again. The Psalms are such a bucket. They are not the prayer itself but the most adequate container for prayer that has ever been devised. Refusal to use this psalms-bucket, once we comprehend its function, is willfully wrong-headed. It is not impossible, perhaps, to construct a container of a different shape and material that will serve makeshift. It has certainly been done often enough. But why settle for such as that when we have this magnificently designed and spaciously proportioned container given to us and at hand?"

I am not sure why these paragraphs impact me as hard as they do. I was not raised in a Christian environment that values the past. My Christian tradition proudly proclaims that it has abandoned old Christian traditions. We no longer recite prayers or creeds. Even though nearly two millennia of Christians have used memorized creeds and prayers to develop the spiritual life, we don't do such things anymore. We've moved on. And, granted, I think there is a lot to be said about seeing a relationship with God as individual and unique, free from (empty) ritual and recitations. Ritual and recitations often end up producing empty religion and legalism.

But in our protection of individuality and our drive for personal religious experience, I think we have lost something. We no longer give people the Psalms and say, "study these and learn how to pray." We value individuality too much for that. We tell people to "speak your heart". Which is certainly true to say – God hears our heart – we don’t need fancy language. But, I think it is also true that the Psalms reveal aspects of the heart that we didn't know were there. The Psalms take us deeper.

I guess I am writing all this because I have been feeling pretty "shallow" lately. And I am coming to believe that generations of Christ's followers were probably on to something by seeing the Psalms as their prayer guide.

Without meaning to, I think I have neglected God's tool to take me deeper in my prayer life. God gave me this book in my Bible - for a reason.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentine's Day


When you are surrounded by women like I am (with a wife and 3 daughters), you forget Valentine’s Day at your own peril. This is a big day in the Holmes' household - lots of chocolate, lots of flowers, lots of heart shaped cookies with frosting and sprinkles. Fun times.

Because of schedules, however, mine and Kelly's official valentine's dinner won't be until tomorrow. Which is actually fine with me because I will be able to get half price on flowers tomorrow (but don't tell my wife). My two oldest girls will be spending the night with friends. Gracie will be going to bed early and I will be making a gourmet meal for two (at least I hope it will be gourmet).

I am continually amazed that I get to be married to the wife God has given me. I am the most blessed man I know. Truly. God has been so very gracious to me. And my greatest earthly blessing is my beloved Kelly. What an amazing woman. This May we will be celebrating 15 years of marriage. She is more beautiful now than she was then.

To Gracie and Emma and Abby and most of all, to my lovely Kelly - Happy, Happy Valentine's Day.

Monday, February 4, 2008

And the winner is...

We went to a Superbowl party yesterday. One of the members of my small-group invited the group over to watch the game because they have a really big screen by which to watch such things. I have never seen a screen that big inside someone's home. It was really, really big. It was a good 11 to 12 feet across and 7 to 8 feet tall. I am not kidding.

We were watching the game in style.

I was rooting for the Giants. Not because I care anything about the Giants, but because they were the underdog. I always root for the underdog. It's just the way I am. My only exception to that rule is when U.T. is playing, or the San Antonio Spurs, or the Texas Rangers baseball team. I always root for them. In the case of the Rangers, they are usually the underdog anyway. They are pretty bad.

So, anyway, I was rooting for the Giants, which made for an excellent Superbowl - a real nail-biter.

But, everyone knows that the game is not the only attraction on Superbowl Sunday. There are also commercials.

Every year big companies spend big bucks to hire the biggest advertising agencies to do their best commercials to air on Superbowl Sunday. Usually, the commercials are not nearly worth the hype. Most are utterly forgettable or leave you wondering what product they were trying to sell. Way to go, advertisers.

The best commercial BY FAR was not produced by Nike or Gatorade or Pepsi or Coke, but by the NFL itself. Their spot about Chester Pitts "Mr. Oboe" was just great.

If you didn't see it, you can watch it here http://superad.nfl.com/