Psalms 1: The Road: 60/365

This is the 100th post on my blog. It is quite exciting to have reached a tangible milestone such as this (especially after a couple of apathetic periods where I thought I’d struggle to continue at all). Consequently, I have decided to diverge from our usual programming and take a look into the Psalms. I think I may read the entire book of the Psalms in this haphazard manner as I was really yearning for a poetry break after being stuck in historical texts for so long.

If you have never read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, then I suggest you make time to do so soon. It is not a comfortable read. It is certainly not an enjoyable read. But it is a valuable read. In this novel, McCarthy explores the fragile relationships that struggle to continue during the fallout of an apocalypse. The title, The Road, operates not only as a physical road which the characters traverse but also as a powerful metaphor for the influences that conform our choices.

It is interesting when you consider the most pervasive metaphors in our society. Often they’ll give valuable insights into what we culturally value or fear, love or distrust. The metaphor of the road is one such example that is so ubiquitous in our talk that it is ironically difficult not to accidentally drop one in. Ted Conover knows this too well, when interviewed on his latest novel The Routes of Man he quipped, “So essential a part of the human endeavour are roads… that road- and driving-related metaphors permeate our language. Who amongst us hasn’t come to a fork in the road or been tempted by the road to ruin? Speed bumps, in the newspapers, are faced by everyone from Middle East peace negotiators to baseball teams making their way to the playoffs. Leaders who are asleep at the wheel routinely send our enterprises into a ditch”.

As Jacqueline Barba rightly notes, “A road is not just a way of getting from one point to another. It means something more, not only in our everyday vernacular but also in our collective consciousness. The road is an instrument of entry and escape, a means to an end, a symbol of progress. And a winding foreground for drama.” Consequently, it was with great curiosity that I noticed the road metaphor in the very first verse of Psalms 1:

How happy is the man who does not follow the advice of the wicked or take the path of sinners or join a group of mockers.

How happy is the man who does not… take the path of sinners. This metaphor stuns me as it infers that sin is collective. In contrast I’ve always seen sin as an individual act: I rebel against God. It is a relational issue between two people. Yet the metaphor here infers that sin can create well-worn tracks, paths that others may follow.

Perhaps this concept is better explored by imagining a verdant, untouched forest. The mossy undergrowth is soft and springs underfoot. Through the tree trunks there are many directions you can head in, in fact your options are close to limitless as in each direction the horizon beckons. However, when you closely observe the ground you realise that there is a section of undergrowth more crushed than the rest. Tiny saplings stand slightly more ajar. This pattern appears to continue for many kilometers. Noticing the point of difference in the forest, you choose to follow it.

Now imagine we repeat this process several hundred times. Each time the walker chooses to follow the point of difference. Soon the slightly crushed path becomes a trampled clear-way. Eventually your “many directions” to choose from disappears, because there is a well established path underfoot.

So too, I believe, we can create paths through life. Despite the adventurous options for living life, we shy away from the untamed jungle and huddle on well-worn paths. Consider our education system. Now I am sure there are multiple methods to attaining satisfying employment, yet we are now beginning to insist on not only completing high school, but also university. It seems that the only path-deviation that may occur is a one-year Gap Year before the endurance of several more years of study: no wonder we talk about pathways to success.

Further, I believe we can very much see sinner’s trails in our society. Paths that, once traversed enough become well worn and safe. Worse, become the status quo and unchallenged. There are easy targets to attack here. Pirating copyrighted data is probably more common today than purchasing music in a store – there is a reason you don’t see music stores around anymore. Alcohol and drunkenness have become so acceptable in facets of our society that films like The Hangover infer that your glory days are built upon the stupor of drink and drugs.

There are more difficult issues to discuss here too. Last weekend my wife was talking about a theory that her Youthworks lecture posited in class. Namely, that the cultural norm of the ‘nuclear family’ (a post-industrial revolution creation) takes us away from God’s model of community and poses a tangible challenge to most-effective family ministry. Is it possible that our well traversed path of relying only on our immediate family has insulated us from God’s given family?

Now these are huge issues, and there are many more that I haven’t even raised here. What I think is important is to consider how quickly we normalise these paths we walk. I follow a very standard path of waiting each fortnight for my pay as that moment is when I feel secure for the weeks ahead. What other paths are there that encourage us to diverge from God.

Reassuringly, the psalmist provides a remedy for those who like to stay on problematic paths:

Instead, his delight is in the Lord’s instruction, and he meditates on it day and night.

I don’t know about you, but it can sometimes feel like a burden on my time to be requested to meditate on anything day and night. I am often so hurried and so busy that I can only allocate a handful of minutes to any given task. Perhaps this is another path that I need be wary of. When I think about it, I do meditate on something continually: the wisdom of the world. I absorb ads like a sponge and contribute to the collective consciousness that was referred to earlier. I previously reflected on how the worries of the world are presented as equally troublesome to faith as drunkenness and cavorting.

In this context it makes perfect sense that God’s word would be drowned out. If we add up just our engagement time with God’s word versus the words of the world, I think we’d be mortified. No wonder we are implored to prioritise reflecting on God’s word. No wonder the way of sinners is presented as a path. But nowadays it’d be better represented as a highway.

I don’t want to be like the “chaff that the wind blows away”, caught up in every latest fad; iPad release; get rich quick scheme; half-cooked philosophy. I want to develop deep scriptural roots so I too may be:

Like a tree planted beside streams of water that bears its fruit in season.

I’ve never noticed it before but the inference here is God’s word is as vital to us as water. What’re the stats about how long a man can survive without water? I’m not sure.

I wonder, then, how long we can reasonable expect our faith to last without the refreshment of God’s word?

Joshua 11-12: Harkonnen Unit Defeated: 58/365

My first true love was not a girl. That’d be too cliched and rather surprising for a geek who went to a selective school like me. No, the first girl I liked was in my mid-teens (late-bloomer). My first true love; however, I encountered at the tender age of 11.

One night, my parents came home quite chuffed with themselves. They had attended my primary school’s blind auction and come home with some great items that they had won. One of which was a shiny, silver IBM 386. Now like all good relationships, the computer took a while to warm up to. She came with a couple of games installed including Commander Keen, Duke Nukem and Tetris; but it wasn’t until I saved up my Christmas money and purchased Dune II that I feel head-over-heels in love.

Dune II on my 386 was the closest thing to soma that my kiddy form could ever hope to encounter. I still remember with glee the opening chords that the inbuilt speaker would strain to create during the – advanced for the time – opening sequence. I would shudder with fear when there were worm sightings. Indeed, if I wasn’t playing that game, I was thinking about it. All day my friends and I would discuss strategy in the school yard. My heart was broken when Glen finished the game with Ordos before I (how could she love another?!).

There were several things that made the game great. It was based on a classic piece of science fiction. It was the first to give players the opportunity to play one of three relatively distinct races. The music was inspired. Further, as opposed to just playing staged battles, you could see the landscape evolve as you conquered more and more territory. By the conclusion of the game you were no longer just competing, you were securing Arrakis for your tribe. Few things have inspired similar satisfaction as seeing the entire map of Arrakis emblazoned in Harkonnen red for the first time!

In a similar manner, I can image the upmost excitement that Jewish listeners would have felt when the battles in Joshua 11 & 12 were recounted to them. The list of defeated kings (which I’ll admit – I skimmed through) would have been truly awe-inspiring for them – much like how I can recall each territory overtook after each level in Dune II! These names wouldn’t have been abstract nouns to them, they would’ve represented flesh and blood monarchies.

I really like the fact that the author employs several strategies to try and stress the immensity of Israel’s battles to obtain her promised land. We have the listing of the 31 kings whose armies were defeated. As a list, it doesn’t seem too impressive. Yet you can see it differently when you remember that each one of those Kings was defeated in a battle with Israel where courage needed to stand firm and God’s power was witnessed. Each and every gory detail is given to ensure that none of this moment will be forgotten.

The line that caught my imagination most, however, was a moment of poetry: a simile.

They went out with all their armies – a multitude as numerous as the sand on the seashore – along with a vast number of horses and chariots

As numerous as the sand on the seashore. Sometimes language fails to capture the enormity of events. To call this army vast, or big, would evidently be an understatement. In circumstances such as this, only a simile will suffice. As numerous as sand on the seashore. This simile conjures imagery of a wash of faces, each so small in comparison to the whole that they soon become insignificant – then unidentifiable. This is an army so large that no individual stands out. This unit has a military reach as far as the horizon and an unknown depth… plus many horses and chariots!

You can really get the picture of the enormity of the task ahead of Israel. ‘Reclaim the promise land’, sounds rather prosaic when you just consider the semantics. You tend to forget about the pragmatics in a sentence like that. It sounds like you’ll just want in and glean the territory. Evidently not so. For one, there’ll be armed men who are willing to defend their homes to the death.

The coolest things is, however, that irrespective of the largest manmade army in the region, God still prevails. Further, he sounds like he can beat a force of this size in his sleep!

The Lord said to Joshua, “Do not be afraid of them, for at this time tomorrow I will cause all of them to be killed before Israel.

Easy as you like it! God made the oceans, he can quash the sandy beach.

There are a couple of other things that strike out at me in this passage. The first being, what freedom this land must’ve represented to a people who have been walking in the desert for decades and, before then, been slaves for eons prior. I love the conclusion of Joshua 11 with the return of Israel’s attention from war to good governance:

So Joshua took the entire land, in keeping with what the Lord had told Moses. Joshua then gave it as an inheritance to Israel according to their tribal allotments. After this, the land had rest from war.

This all sounds just a bit similar to what we expect in the end of days, a place to call our own and be united as a peoples plus rest.

Further, I am also struck by the continual reminders of God’s role in fulfilling his promises. Consider the previous bible verse where it states “in keeping with what the Lord had told Moses”. There’s a subtle little reminder there. This wasn’t just a wanton gift or the product of good fortune, this was the redemption of a promise from the Lord. From a god who, just quietly, ensures he keeps all of his promises.

In many respects these two chapters seem like a microcosm for the entire gospel message. Namely, via God’s strength you can beat anything the world throws at you. He will give you strength, a home, and rest. I just look forward to the time when, towards the end of my life, I too can list the various ‘kings’ that – with God’s aid – I have overthrown. I hope that I can say that God has defeated for me:

  • The King of Pride
  • The King of Lust
  • The King of Financial Worry

You can see the trend. I tell you what, on that day I too would be listing each and every ‘king’ as a reminder of God’s faithfulness. I daresay I may even be more satisfied and excited than the time I won Dune II!

Isaiah in Review: A Love Poem

Reading Isaiah has surprised me big-time. I embarked on Isaiah as my first Old Testament book mainly because my wife enjoyed studying it so much. I wasn’t even aware of how chunky it was, nor how good it was going to be.

First major highlight. The poetry – the poetic verse manages to expand the mind rather than reduce it. The metaphors and similes allow your imagination to run free with and explore the vastness of God’s qualities which, in truth, would still make our wildest imaginings seem pallid and unoriginal.

Second major highlight. Isaiah does an amazing job at clearly stating the qualities of God. If you’re struggling to comprehend God’s character, then head to this book. Isaiah explores his power, his reliability, his fairness, his ubiquity, and his steadfast and amazing love. Want to know more about God, you’ll find his character dripping through the pages here.

Want to know more about the human condition? Isaiah proves my third major highlight in this regard. It provides a smackdown for the arrogant. If you ego is still inflated after Isaiah’s exploration of our sinfulness, then you’ll be heading for strife!

The prophecies of Jesus are fascinating and defy worldly expectation. All I can say is, I’m glad God had a plan because I messed up pretty royally on my own…

Ultimately though, Isaiah explores the astounding lengths that God will go to to protect, and provide for his people. We can act like a heard of cats sometimes, yet God is both patient, and able enough, to see us back to safety. Don’t get overwhelmed by the doom and gloom prospects early in the book – there is a purpose to it all.

Go to: Isaiah 1

Isaiah 65-66: Heaven, so far away: 43/365

So here is what I did today. In the morning I got up, ate breakfast, read and wrote on the bible, and awaited discharge from hospital.

Good news, yes? Well yes and no. I’ve now spent the last 7 hours wondering why I feel so ambivalent about everything. People ask me, are you feeling excited? No. Are you feeling nervous? No. Are you feeling frustrated? No.

The simple fact is, I’m struggling to feel anything. And it is not as though I am feeling numb. I’m aware of the good things, and the bad. I am acutely aware of my sensory experiences, but an emotional reaction to any of this stuff – not happening.

I bring this up because the depiction of new earth and new heaven seems so – well – emotional.

My servants will shout for joy and be glad of heart

Verses of jubilation like the above are powerfully juxtaposed with the “horror” for those who are deaf to God’s appealations:

As they leave, they will end the dead bodies of men who have rebelled against Me; for their worm will never die, their fire will never go out, and they will be a horror to all mankind.

I hold genuine concerns that, the way I’ve been feeling these last few months, I’ll walk past these tormented souls and the most I’ll muster is “Meh”. Equally I’ll walk past the glory of God and the most I’ll muster is “Meh”.

I feel such a disconnect between what I can academically acknowledge is ‘exciting’ versus the level of excitement that I actually feel. This being said, if God can bring me back from the dead, then I’m sure he can rehydrate my heart.

A bit of a downer to finish on Isaiah, but them’s the brakes. I’ll get onto writing a recap a bit later.

Go to: Isaiah in Review

Isaiah 57-58: Ship of Fools: 41/365

In the middle of Isaiah 57 is a harrowing rhetorical question. We have just read a denouncement of wayward religions before being directly asked:

Who was it you dreaded and feared, so that you lied and didn’t remember Me or take it to heart?

The inference is clear, you should be fearing God. Given that you are not fearing God, what is it that you fear in its place?

I think we, as educated and capable 21st Century citizens who are riding atop the information age, could easily feel affronted and say to ourselves, “Fear? Me? I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I have little to fear”. Perhaps we are puffing with ego when we say this, perhaps our coping mechanisms are working adequately to allay immediate concerns, or perhaps we are choosing to lie to ourselves…

It wouldn’t surprise me at all if, when honestly confronted in quiet, sober judgement, we admit that we have a lot that we fear. We fear poor health. We fear debt. We fear relational breakdown. Indeed, I’d posit that our fears contribute a substantial element to the nature of our human condition and also as an engine for our sinfulness. You need not look much further than our current politics of fear, or even the over-reliance on fear as a motivator in the news, to see its pervasiveness in our lives. Indeed, worryingly, the only rebuttal for God’s rhetorical question may well be, “Ha! I don’t have only one fear and they all preoccupy me substantially. So I couldn’t choose only one”.

I see fear a little like the ocean. It is the vast black that we sometimes learn to surf, oftentimes drown in, and also need within moderation. Indeed, at the end of Chapter 57 Isaiah describes the wicked,

like the storm tossed sea for it cannot be still and its waters churn up mire and muck.

I love this simile as it conjures the vast, erratic power that the wicked fail to contain. It ebbs and flows and is indiscriminate in its course. You get a palpable sense of sea-sickness if you dwell on the phrases “tossed sea” that “churns(s) up mire and muck”. This sea has nothing firm, nothing solid, it is a constant state of flux – switching from one direction to the next. Never stopping to dwell or appreciate.

I find it very interesting that only eight verses earlier we are reminded that

whoever takes refuge in Me will inherit the land and possess my Holy mountain.

Previously I always considered the promise of a land as a literal promise. When juxtaposed against the watery-fate of whim and indecision that God promises the wicked, a promised land – and a mountain – all of a sudden take on a strong metaphoric value. It is more than a place, it is a solid, firm, and tangible place. It is a location, or ideal, where I can affix my tent-pegs with confidence.

I want to move on to another point but I’m hung-up on this image of the wicked floundering in the water. Another verse has struck me:

When you cry out, let your idols deliver you! The wind will carry them off, a breath will take them away.

I keep on getting a Pirates of the Caribbean image when I contemplate these verses. It is like we are all sailors traversing the seas. Previously the voyage had been smooth sailing; however, of late, the seas have become tumultuous and the storm violent. The mast to our vessel has been shattered and the hull is cracked beyond repair. Our only option is to abandon ship and dive headlong into the murky embrace of the sea. Once in the water, we cling onto anything that provides some additional buoyancy. We grab onto flotsam and debris, even the tea chests that we never noticed whilst onboard.

The allegory in the above picture is pretty clear. Our lives may seem like smooth sailing as we surf over the fears that grip others. The vessel of our health, or job, or family may seem strong and impenetrable, it is made out of Huon Pine. However, our mistake is to fear the water as opposed to the one who controls the water (remember Jesus calming it, or walking on it, or God using it in Jonah?). Just like the rhetorical question indicates, we have too hastily forgotten. We have no recalled that, at his whim, our world can be turned upside down, our vessels cracked and redundant. Where or what do we cling to then?

Isaiah suggests that though we may want to turn to idols, it is folly to do so. It is foolishness to trust in the economy to return you – I’m sure many of us have learnt this lesson post-2008. It is idiocy to think that you, alone, can swim all the way in these difficult waters. We might even want to call up on old relationships, hoping they’ll show us generosity in our time of need…

I think the vessel we build says volumes about our character and where we place our hope; however, the flotsam we desperately grab onto whilst drowning yells of these values even more clearly.

It is in this moment of misery, this bleak reality of holding onto anything that floats whilst being churned in unforgiving waters, that I think the promise in Isaiah 58 resounds most brilliantly. Namely, should you place your trust in the Lord, then:

Your light will appear like the dawn, and your recovery will come quickly… At that time, when you call, the Lord will answer; when you cry out, He will say, ‘Here I am’.

Appear like the dawn. Gorgeous stuff!

The story could end here, and it’ll be a gripping tale of shipwreck and salvation amongst a radiant dawn. I, and I think many others, would be content with this promise of hope amidst the fearful seas of life. However, Isaiah does not conclude here. Rather, we have been saved for a purpose. We are not expected to return to the seas unchanged.

If you get rid of the yoke among you, the finger-pointing and malicious speaking, and if you offer yourselves to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted one, then your light will shine in the darkness, and your light will be like noonday.

I think this is the part that we may well struggle with the most. We all know the (false) confidence of living life and many of us have also experienced the gratefulness of assistance when in a quandary. However, the desire for change is something that may well cut to the quick.

I know for me, since getting ill I have tried to use my old assets to get better: my intelligence and my research skills. I can attest that I’m now entering week 5 in hospital is a clear indication of how that has gone. It is tempting, once on dry land, to see the sees as a kitten rather that the lion of yesternight. It is alluring to want to salvage your boat, which you had constructed with pride and at great expense. But this is not what we are called to do.

In case, like me, you got affronted by the concept of conditional salvation that appears to be presented here; then take a moment to read the secondary promise that God gives too. If you do all those things then “your light will shine in darkness, and your light will shine like noonday.

I don’t know about you, but I didn’t much enjoy the darkness of the night when my ship got wrecked. I felt sick whilst bobbing in the uncertainty of fear and the “dawn” of God’s light proved the most amazing relief. To be reading his word and receiving assurances of purpose to my plight did indeed “strengthen (my) bones”. Why would I want to return to darkness again, especially when there is an offer to shine like noonday?

I am comprehensively well aware that this is easier said than done. However, this doesn’t mean that I can’t set my sails in that direction!

Go to: Isaiah 59