Wednesday, May 15, 2013

An Ultimate Standard

I take the Bible to be the ultimate standard of truth.  It is true in all that it speaks of.  It gives the best lens for viewing the world and thinking about the questions which it may not explicitly answer.  The Bible gives a true framework for reality.

Everyone has an ultimate standard. 

Perhaps your ultimate standard is the opinion of your parents.  Someone presents you with an idea, and you judge it to be correct or incorrect because of the instincts you have gained because of the way your parents have raised you. 

Perhaps your ultimate standard is pleasure and self-gratification.  You don't much care what you believe as long as it allows you to seek the life that you want.

Perhaps your ultimate standard is academic respectability.  You will only hold opinions that are in agreement with the latest findings being published in the respected academic journals.

Perhaps your ultimate standard is religious respectability.  You don't necessarily know why you believe what you believe, but you believe it because everyone around you seems to, and it is just easier to go with the flow. 

Perhaps your ultimate standard is empirical verifiability.  You will only believe those things you can test with your five senses.  Whatever anyone tries to tell you, you will only believe it if you can touch it or see it for yourself.  This makes it difficult to know a lot of things.  Unless you are willing to trust what other people say they have seen or touched, etc.

Perhaps your ultimate standard is your own rationality.  You trust only the things that your own mind can logically deduce.  Perhaps it is some combination of empirical verifiability and rationality. 

Perhaps your ultimate standard is pragmatism.  You are willing to accept a thing if it seems to work. 

Perhaps your ultimate standard is your own common sense, seen in your ability to critically evaluate using some combination of these other mentioned standards.

Perhaps your ultimate standard is humor.  You constantly look for the punchline in different things.

Basically, your ultimate standard is your last line of defense.  It is the place where you are standing in order to critique anything else.  The thing is, there is a circularity to everyone's ultimate standard.  For instance, try to ask yourself honestly what your ultimate standard is.  Then, ask yourself why your ultimate standard is better than the Bible as an ultimate standard.  Your critique of my standard and your defense of your own standard will inevitably invoke your own ultimate standard.  If it does not, then there is some other grounds at the bottom of your defense, and that is your real ultimate standard.  Rinse and repeat. 

Defend your ultimate standard.  Listen carefully to your defense.  On what are you building your house?  Why did you choose that foundation?  Upon what does that foundation rest?  Eventually you will get down to the land of, "Well, I just believe that is the best foundation."  Why?  "I just do."  Eventually you get to the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the way your mind and heart works.  It is here that you discover where your faith lies.  Everyone places their faith in something. 

Why do I bring this up?  I do not think that Christianity should be rejected simply because of an allergic reaction to the ultimate nature of its claims to be true.  I do not think Christianity should be rejected simply because of an allergic reaction to a supposed circularity.  Absolute standards are ubiquitous.  And so is circularity. 

Not every circle is created equal.  I think there are better circles and worse circles to get sucked into.  How can we tell which one you should be in?  Is there some objective standard we can get into?  Some actually objective circle?  I do not think that total neutrality or objectivity is possible.  I don't think it is possible to escape the reality of being inside one of these circles, just as we cannot get outside of our own skin.  But empathy calls us to think outside of our own limited perspectives.  I don't know the solution to all this, but I know that it will be worse if we are not able to see our own limitations.

As a presupposition to study, we might begin by thinking God is possible.  We might begin thinking God is not possible or prohibitively unlikely.  We might begin thinking God is probable.  None of these starting points is neutral.  But in the end you must start and go, or else you are left in the middle of nowhere.  Our outcomes will be affected by our presuppositions.  And while it may not be possible to escape our presuppositions, we will have greater empathy and a better outlook if we at least acknowledge our presuppositions. 

Sometimes on our journey, we may find evidence, even from within our circle, to challenge our presuppositions.  (Just as Jesus, in love, stooped to enter our blue little sphere, so also, in love, may he step into our own individually colored circles.  Grace.)  Worldview shifts occur sometimes when presuppositions give way, and this is sometimes difficult because, on my analogy, it is like an earthquake in which the ground disappears.

Well...

I like having a standard outside of myself.  The modern mantra is Self.  Rationalism and empirical verifiability place the Self at the center of things.  A reliance on common sense places the Self at the center of things.  When our faith is not placed in God, it is most often placed in Self.  My own estimate of my intelligence and integrity and ability to live well is that I am not trustworthy.  Why should I place my trust in the hands of an unreliable twenty-five year old doofus?  I trust in Scripture because it feels like I am being addressed by God.  Instead of standing in judgment over Scripture and over God, I read on my knees (figuratively speaking) and accept God's prerogative to judge me.  I need Scripture because I need to be in relationship with an ultimate Authority that I have given permission to change my mind.  Where I disagree with Scripture I am wrong.  With no corrective, there will be no bounds to my own immaturity.  I am my own worst enemy.  (I believe the Bible is trying to save me from myself.  In order to give me my true self.)

This will seem antiquated, but I don't mind too much.  To take a page from the pragmatists, the proof is in the pudding, and the pudding has been good.  My life has direction and purpose and joy for having been submitted to something bigger than myself. 

But this is the one to whom I will look:
he who is humble and contrite in spirit
and trembles at my word.
(Isaiah)

I pray for myself and my readers that humility and contrition would mark our interactions with God.

The Gospel and Finding God

And he opened his mouth and taught them, saying:
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are you when others revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for so they persecuted the prophets who were before you.  (Matthew 5:2-12)

This Kingdom is upside down.  God stoops to lift the brokenhearted, the poor, the meek, and the mourning.  We would not build our own Kingdom this way.

How do we enter this Kingdom?

 And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience—among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind. But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast. For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

This is the Kingdom where the dead are brought to life.  We rest in this because we worship a resurrected King.

Just as the Kingdom is upside, so is salvation.  By grace we have been saved, through faith.  The only thing we must do is believe.  Getting saved is not about being good. Staying saved is not about being good.  Salvation brings glory to God because it is about the work of Jesus, the work I couldn't do. 

Boasting is just silly when it comes to Jesus.  He is perfect.  I am saved because of him. Not because of me.  I am saved in spite of me.  Boasting?!  What a ridiculous idea.  What a God-belittling idea.  It must be excluded.

In being saved I am brought from death to life.  I could not cause this.  Dead people cannot spring themselves to life.  Jesus himself was raised to life in the power of the Spirit.  So our dead hearts are brought to life by the power of the Spirit. 

I am saved, not because I am smart.  I am saved, not because I looked for God really hard and found him.  I am saved because God fished me right out of darkness when I cared nothing for him, when I was turned the other way, when I was chasing the passions of my flesh, when my eyes were glazed over to his glory, when I was blind.  I was not looking for God, but he sent his Spirit to do an awakening work, and he lives in me now, giving me life! Amen.  Praise Jesus! 

Oh, how refreshing it is to live in a world that is not about me, in a Kingdom where the King is the main deal.  I will screw up royally, but I live in the Kingdom of the King who rubs shoulders with screw-ups, the King who stoops to wash the feet of screw-ups, the King who poured out his blood for screw-ups. I am thankful for my King who has called me his friend.


Sunday, May 12, 2013

My Momma

I am who I am because of my mother and father.  Their spiritual influence has been bigger than I can calculate.  My dad was saved when my mom was pregnant with me.  Before that he had grown up and been in church, but his faith became real around that time.  My mom's faith has been in place since she was little, and if I can remember rightly she got saved while watching a Billy Graham Crusade.  I am sure that my dad would not be where he is today without my mom.  And I would not be where I am - in multiple senses - without the both of them.

I am grateful that my mom stayed at home while I grew up.  She worked a handful of years as a para-pro.  But for the most part she has found it a joy to raise children and keep a home well.  She has not, as far as I can tell, ever resented this.  But she has cherished this role and done it very well over the years.  She has consistently loved my Dad and made it look easy.  My brother and I are better off in more ways than we know because our mom took this time with us and did so with joy.  We were never a nuisance or a side-show in bigger things she had going on; we were loved well.  Mildly spoiled, yes, but raised to love the Lord and to do right. 

My mom doesn't know the Pythagorean Theorem, probably, and she would not be one to argue theology.  But she knows what she believes, and she lives on the basis of that conviction.  Her strong faith is an anchor, and she does a lot of good in a quiet way, blessing many in the Dalton community, in the Grove Level family, and in our own family.  My mom prays and believes the Bible.  She reads it.  And she does what it requires.  Love your God and love your neighbors.  This is a humble and enduring legacy.

I put a lot of stock in worldviews.  I learned a lot in David Blevins worldview class.  But I did not learn and adopt a Christian worldview from David Blevins.  I learned a Christian worldview from my Mom and Dad.  And I was around my Mom more often early on.  I am so grateful for the way I have been shaped by this influence. 

It is such a joy to write on such a topic as this. My mom is amazing!