Consumption

 
What?
 
A silent weight
presses inside
a dark light
grows/glows
 
can’t tell
if it wants out
or
   in
 
every electric emotion
 
go away
come and stay
don’t know
but it eats
it consumes
until nothing
 

Invocation

 
I had the incredible honour of being asked to do the invocation at the 2009 graduation ceremony for the Morden Collegiate Institute. The text to the invocation is as follows:
 

Congratulations to the 2009 graduates of Morden Collegiate Institute. Thank you for the humbling honour of praying the prayer of invocation here today.

An invocation is a time honored tradition that is a calling upon God for assistance. It is a recognition of God’s presence in this place and a public witness of God’s role in the lives of these graduating students. Most importantly it is a welcoming of God’s presence into this moment and a seeking of God’s blessing upon these proceedings and all who are involved.

To invoke God at the beginning of this celebration is surely a good thing. The challenge that each of you, the graduating class, must consider however is to ask yourselves if this is enough and to invoke God’s presence and seek God’s blessing every moment of every day for the rest of your lives and not merely on this one occasion, as important as it is. I know you are up to that challenge and I know God desires to meet you each time you call.

Would you bow with me in prayer?

Almighty God and Loving Lord,

We come before you today in the spirit of anticipation and celebration as we seek to honour the hard work and perseverance of the 2009 graduating class of Morden Collegiate Institute, these your children assembled here before You.

It is our humble request that you gift us with an awareness of your gracious presence and call upon your blessing in the lives of each of these students gathered here, all of the teachers and dignitaries present and every friend and family member as well.

My prayer Lord is that the blessing you bestow here today be carried forward in each of these lives and that it become an empowering strength guiding these young women and men to become a movement of unity, love, justice and compassion rooted and founded upon you.

May each person here, especially the graduating class, take hold of the spirit you offer them and may you be their strength, comfort and guide all the days of their lives. May they learn to invoke your blessing and presence in every moment of every day from this day forward and may they carry you into the world transforming it by your power along the way.

Finally Lord may each one here today come to know that the greatest knowledge to be found is the knowledge of your love and forgiveness freely offered to all who call to you.

Thank you for this graduating class, may they reflect your glory in the lives of all that they encounter.

In Jesus name I pray – Amen.

Life

 
I had the blessing to be involved in a memorial service for a young couple who’s pregnancy ended far too soon. It was a moving and thoroughly appropriate affair and it has got me thinking about life and its value. The child in question died at just over three months. It occurs to me that we have a hard time valuing life before conception. While this may be obvious to most it is often the most obvious things that elude our gaze.
 
To get it out of the way at once I should say that I believe that life begins at conception and that one life is as valuable as another. Now when we speak of value we need to know who’s value we speak of for there are different kinds. Most times when we speak of value we speak of it from a human perspective (and some may ask – "well what other kind is there?") but there is a greater measure of value that is absolute in nature as compared to human measures of value which is inherently flawed.
 
By human standards life (and virtually all things) has varying levels of value depending upon a myriad of factors:
 
– length of relationship
– depth of relationship
– contribution to society
– drain upon society
– conformity (or lack) to cultural standards of beauty
 
There are many more examples I’m sure but you get the point. It is because of the application of human standards of value to life that we have the pathetic philosophy of eugenics (which is from the greek meaning Good Born).
 
Wikipedia defines eugenics as "the study of, or belief in, the possibility of improving the qualities of the human species or a human population by such means as discouraging reproduction by persons having genetic defects or presumed to have inheritable undesirable traits (negative eugenics) or encouraging reproduction by persons presumed to have inheritable desirable traits (positive eugenics)."
 
The founder of Planned Parenthood (the strongest advocate of abortion) in the United States was Margaret Sanger. Sanger was a very strong proponent of negative eugenics and wikipedia reports the following:
 

Sanger was a proponent of negative eugenics, a social philosophy which claims that human hereditary traits can be improved through social intervention. Methods of social intervention (targeted at those seen as "genetically unfit") advocated by some negative eugenicists have included selective breeding, sterilization and euthanasia. In A Plan for Peace (1932), for example, Sanger proposed a congressional department to:

Keep the doors of immigration closed to the entrance of certain aliens whose condition is known to be detrimental to the stamina of the race, such as feebleminded, idiots, morons, insane, syphilitic, epileptic, criminal, professional prostitutes, and others in this class barred by the immigration laws of 1924.[20]

And, following:

Apply a stern and rigid policy of sterilization and segregation to that grade of population whose progeny is already tainted or whose inheritance is such that objectionable traits may be transmitted to offspring.[21]

Her first pamphlet read:

It is a vicious cycle; ignorance breeds poverty and poverty breeds ignorance. There is only one cure for both, and that is to stop breeding these things. Stop bringing to birth children whose inheritance cannot be one of health or intelligence. Stop bringing into the world children whose parents cannot provide for them. Herein lies the key of civilization. For upon the foundation of an enlightened and voluntary motherhood shall a future civilization emerge.

Hitler had similar ideas about the need to purify race as did the Greek city state of Sparta and countless other people and civilizations.

I believe a society that is built upon or allows a graident scale of value to human life is doomed to ultimately devalue all life. I believe God values all life from conception onward and that unless we strive for the same sense of value we are going to repeat the same eugenic patterns laid before us.

It is also important to note that this same flawed system of human value leads to programs of euthanasia (greek meaning "good death"). Although both abortion and euthanasia have been rationalized as being systems of mercy helping women deal with unwanted and potentially dangerous pregnancies and giving the elderly, the infirm, the critically ill and in some cases the severely physically/mentally disabled a dignified death.

No matter the rationalizations it is the foundations that ultimately direct the systems that we put in place.

I had a friendly conversation this morning with someone about the value of life and I was moaning about how we put in place barriers of value to the unborn and the parents of children who die as a result of miscarriage (the very term infers fault to the mother). I was saying that if a child were to die one day after birth we would unquestionably have a full funeral but a child who dies in-utero often has no such ceremony and it is ceremony that helps us (parents and others) deal with the grief of loss. Attitudes I have encountered when it comes to memorial services for the unborn run the gamut from annoyance to downright anger that parents would "inconvenience" people with such requests when after all it was "only three months along" as though the child were not human; as though the child was not loved. It is such attitudes that create a barrier within the minds of mothers and fathers who have lost children before birth. They fear even asking for a memorial service. They do not want to inconvenience or burden others with their grief and are condemned to carry the pain within for the restof their days.

 For the past three years we have had Korean students living with us. One of the things I have learned and appreciated about Korean culture is that when a child is born they are considered one year old. In Korea they measure life not from the day it exits the womb but from conception. I believe this makes a huge difference in attitudes toward the unborn.

When I think about the child who died at three months in-utero I am reminded of my sister April who I love dearly. My sister was born three months premature. A mere twelve weeks further along then the child who died in-utero. I wonder – when did she achieve full human value? Was it not from the moment of conception or was it at some nebulous point afterward arbitrarily determined by well-meaning (and sometimes not so well meaning) philosophers and medical ethicists? There are so many people today who would argue that perhaps she should have been allowed to die. After all her birth and ultimate survival came at great cost to society. Her mother a single mother on welfare did not pay for her care. She was flown by helicopter from Guelph to Macmaster Medical Centre in Hamilton no doubt at enormous cost. She spent three months in an incubator being cared for by a public health care system. There are many who would and have argued in hypotheticals that such expenditures are not worth the cost. She was born with cerebral palsy, is slowly losing her eyesight and continues to require assistance from our public health care system. The question in some people’s mind is was she worth it? Had she been aborted or died in-utero what would we have lost?

We would have lost:

– a brilliant mind who has a Bachelor’s degree in Criminology
– a remarkable public servant who has risen very quickly in the federal department of Border Services
– a supremely talented writer
– a deeply loving sister, daughter, and friend
– a passionate Canadian
– a child of God

What are these things worth? Is she somehow less valuable then the conductor of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra? If we apply arbitrary human standards of value to a life then for some yes but not for me.

I was asked the hypothetical question – if I were to run into a burning building and could save either an in-utero child or a full grown human which would I save? I cannot answer the question. No matter who I save the loss to society in my mind is the same. There is no greater value in me then in the 1 minute old fertized human egg.

The only way we can see human life in such a way is through the eyes of God. Humanity cannot understand such value without a Godly perspective. People of varying cultues nd belief systems wonder if we’re losing much by discarding God…well one of the things we will lose is people like my sister because without God and an absolute measure of value people like her rapidly become disposable and discardable. This is horrific. It is inhuman.

All life is of equal value from God’s perspective and this is the perspective we need to strive to attain if we wish to sustain anything resembling humanity within us.

For you created my inmost being; 
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; 
your works are wonderful, 
I know that full well.

Psalm 139:13,14

Power

 
I’m not sure why but I was thinking about the nature of human kindness today and the whole point of it. Frankly without God I cannot understand why people in general are kind to one another. It seems that most of the world these days shares my sentiments based on what I’ve seen in the news so far.
 
The humanists who hav abandoned God have philosophised that kindness and "doing unto others…" is simply good sense. They claim that it is the only way to ensure self-preservation. We must be kind to the ones around us so that they will be kind to us. This is rationalizing of course…the humanist need to understand why our morality exists if there is no God.
 
The humanist argument however however is deeply flawed because it only works in a society where all are equal in terms of power. No one has more power then the other – this is one of the foundational thoughts of Marxism and Communism both of which were born out of the enlightenment (which ironically was made possible by the reformation). For a world (universe) without God to work no one can have more power then the other because it is power that leads to corruption and abuse. Theoretically this seems to work – practically speaking it does not. First in order to establish a new order of absolute equality the people must gather together and revolt which in itself is an exercise of extreme power. Then the people must establish a government that exercises power on behalf of the people. This governemnt recognizes that when people gather together they gain power through association and so it limits and restricts the citizen’s ability to gather by eliinating churches and other organizations.
 
Such a state rapidly realizes that althouh equality may be mandated within its political boundaries it has no authority over other countries. This is worrisome because a power imbalance may arise on the world stage threatening everything said country has worked for. Therefore the only solution is to maintain a posture of threat and strength or else seek to conquer the world. Another ironic exercise of power in a system that claims to want to eradicate such things.
 
Outside such a state and without a loving God to show an absolute love as a guideline for us the only thing that maintains peace is law. Law enforced by a state empowered by average people who do not want to have to worry about being murdered in their sleep or having their things stolen. Without God there is no innate reason for people to be kind to one-another. Rather we would seek power over one-another as our way of survival (it is happening everywhere).
 
God teaches that we are loved. We are created beings bearing the Creator’s image and this creator has said we should love the image bearers as much as we love ourselves and because God loves them too.
 
I think when we fail to love one-another as Christ followers (something we do far too often) it is primarily because we have long moments where we forget that God is there. Our nature is broken and driven by fear. We in the west do not fully understand this becuase we live in comfort and with a broader sense of safety because power levels are relatively equal. Those outside of the west understand what it is like to live in a situation where one’s power determines one’s survival.
 
More on this later…most of this is a muddled mess because I am tired. I will edit and clarify in time.
 
 

A Sunday Post

 
A near perfect day today weather wise. Finally. I hav been low on deep thoughts lately. Not sure why. It has been busy. Lots of planning and preparing for various ministry things. Had a bunch of people over during various parts of the day. Had friends over for lunch and a swim; had a bunch of newly minted young adults over to hang out with Han Jin (our Korean exchange student). More simming, some Zombie killing on CoD and then they hung around for dinner.
 
Th pool is resting now after an exhausting day; getting a little refreshed with extra water. I am sitting on the deck now with some Tim’s coffee enjoying the still-up-but-setting sun, the cooling air and the sound of lawnmowers droning in the distance while birds begin the twilight chorus. Starting to feel a little poetic.
 
I read John 4 today for my call to worship. It is the section involving the woman at the well…I had a very clear idea of how I wanted to end it with a challenge to come to the well regularly even if it means being challenged by Jesus on our lifestyles and state of being. I think I got that across but it was awkward and not as smooth as I would have liked.
 
The bats should be out soon. I’ve always liked bats and their mass consumption of mosquitos. I should really build that bat house I’ve been meaning to build for ten years. I have the plans – just need to get motivated.
 
Well  that’s it for now. Hope you all have a good eve!

Garbage Girl

 
Little dark one
puts on a star
a small one
just 10-watts
but enough
to get
        noticed
 
and she loves
the ashes
on her skin
holds tight
to the sackcloth
torn belle of the ball
treads the trash
and smiles
at the way the sunsparks fly
from the crap
 
little used one
sings in chains
sews a stitch of joy
in every shirt she makes
and changes the world
 
little lamb lost
knows hate and heartache
would be easier
but every smile is God on her lips
this beaten beauty
sings sad and sorrowful
grace-filled garbage girl
prays for the wandering wealthy
who die for a lack of wings
 
and she would give
her 10-watt star
if it would save them
but the blind
know nothing of light
while the dead walk in it
                                  she walks in it
with her pale sun pinned in her hair
carrying salvation on her back
and healing in her cracked hands
singing –
 
"I will bleed for you if you let me"

A Morning of Rebirth

 
This morning was a brilliant morning. Six people were baptized tday in church and it was something to see! So fantastic to watch people as young as 11 and upwards into their twenties taking the plunge so-to-speak. Best of all were the numerous witnesses watching as each person took a step of obedience dying to themselves and seeking to emulate Jesus through baptism. There upwards of 430 people packed into the church and this is exactly as it should be because baptism is a public affair.
 
Pastor D. led us in some great musical worship and the singing really did flood the space filling every last nook and cranny. We went a good half hour over our typical service and that’s with Pastor P. graciously sacrificing about 90 percent of the sermon he had prepared. It really was a festival of sorts.
 
After the service we were invited over to one of the baptized’s homes for lunch and celebration. I ate far too much (which means I ate what I usually ate). I played football with my son Caleb which was a blast and then we went and picked up my eldest son Matthew who had a GREAT weekend at another church’s family camp with a friend.
 
Finally wecame home and I went swimming with my daughter Itsy and one of her friends. The pool was warm and refreshing and now I am relaxing on the deck with the laptop writing to you, good friend that you are. In the midst of all of this celebration of new life and rebirth I am conscious of the pain dear friends are going through right now. My heart aches for them and their loss. I think also of my father-in-law Mack who lost a grand-daughter and great grand-daughter to a fire last week and I am conscious of how fragile what we have is. I pray that I can find a deeper sense of God’s joy that perseveres through pain and suffering.
 

More on Flannery O’Conner

 
I have read three short stories by O’Conner now and I have a few thoughts. First it seems as though she focuses on a couple of primary themes. She has a preoccupation with the interior life of the person. By that I mean that she spends a good deal of time showing the conflict between the inner mind and the reality of the world. In fact much of the conflict that arises between characters seems to be as a result of the gulf that exists between how characters understand one-another (or misunderstand).
 
Another major theme seems to be that of entrapment. Characters stress seems to result primarily from a sense of being trapped in circumstance or life situation.
 
The two themes play off each feeding one-anther. The sense of entrapment feed the conflict and the conflict feeds the sense of entrapemnt. It is also interesting to note how deeply the characters judge one-another based solely on small actions. The irony is that our own view of the protagonist’s inner life suggests that to judge them based upon various actions would be significantly wrong.
 
There are other themes that run through the writing. Cultural themes based upn the context of early 20th century United States and the South which include racism and civil rights. It will be interesting to see how these ideas develop through her writing. The O’Conner book I have contains the stories in chronological order so seeing themes develop should be possible.
 
That’s it for now – if you’ve read any O’Conner let me know.

Back from The Jaw with Flannery O’Conner

 
Back from Moose Jaw today! Glad to be home. I said hello to everyone and then went outside and jumped into the pool. Temp is rising – we’re at 75 degrees F. Very nice.
 
It was a good trip and had a great time hooking up with Jerven and others. The trip there and back in the van with D. and my other co-workers would have made the whole thing worthwhile all by itself. They are all great.
 
I picked up a few books while on the road:
 
– Barth for Armchair Theologians by John R. Franke
– For Young Men Only by Jeff Feldham & Eric Rice
– Dating by Hayley Di Marco (this is for teaching out youth – not me)
– Prayer by Karl Barth
– Christians at the Cross by N.T. Wright
 
Very good books all but the one I am most excited about is The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Conner. There are few fiction writers who have been quoted more then O’Conner. The bio at the beginning and the first story I am reading (The Geranium) have convinced me that I will love O’Conner. The amazing thing about this noted American author is that she died at the young age of 39.
 
Let me know if you’ve read anything by O’Conner.

Moose Jaw

 
I’m in Moose Jaw.
 
So far so good.
 
I’m here attending my denominational district conference with a few hundred others and it’s been good to hook up with old friends and meet new ones. Lot’s to do when I get back but for now I’m enjoying the comaraderie.
 
Not much in way of an update. See you when I get home.