Trimming the Tree

Ginger trimming the treeTonight, we set up our Christmas tree. This will be the last Christmas for us in our current house, as we are moving the very week after!

Agatha’s OrnamentAgatha took this picture of the ornament with her face on it. She’s a talented photographer (especially for a 4-year-old), but she has a bit of an ego.

And here’s the final product!

The Tree!

Elizabeth and the treeAt Agatha’s insistence, we started a new Christmas tradition this year: gathering around the tree and singing a song (“Jingle Bells,” in this case). As our family is only four this year, and the tree is in a corner, we are glad that we selected a smallish tree this year, bought from the tree folks who normally sell out of an old RV at the putt-putt course, but this year had to move to a spot on Dixie Highway.

Quick Updates

DSC00684.jpgIn October, I went to Los Angeles (specifically, IVCF’s Campus-by-the-Sea) for a Faculty Ministry Leadership Team meeting, and much busyness has occupied my time since then. A few quick updates:

DSC00817.jpg 1) For Halloween, Agatha was Little Red Riding Hood and Ginger was the Big Bad Wolf. Thus, it follows that I was the Woodcutter and Elizabeth was Grandma. Needless to say, we were a huge hit.

2) We have sold our house at 29 Clay St. (though we have occupancy until the end of the year), and we are now looking for a new home in Northern Kentucky that will accommodate our growing family, my work-from-home situation, and our values (community, hospitality, missional family life). Elizabeth is growing tired of my pipe-dream of building a small backyard studio for a home office.

3) I purchased a new Macbook, on which I am writing this blog post. Ever since my Commodore 64 gave up the ghost, I have been a PC user. So far, it has been revelation, with only a few hiccups (thanks to Paul for helping me get my Macbook to communicate with my church’s projector at the National Missionary Convention!). I have been relearning all of the shortcuts and hotkeys that I used without thinking, and I’ve been exploring the new world of software available to me. (I’m writing this on MarsEdit, for instance.)

4) In all of my spare time, I have taken up fantasy basketball. I am far more disappointed than I ever imagined I would be that Gilbert Arenas is out 3 months with a bum knee.

5) Our 4-year-old Agatha is becoming quite a shutterbug.

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TTFN.

Letting God Be God

From my reading today in Os Guinness’ The Call:

No more urgent task faces the church today than the recovery of the authority of faith over the modern world. Those who imagine this can be done solely through strong institutions, more administrative leadership, sharper formulations of orthodoxy, and ever more aggressive political movements will be disappointed. In a world as dynamic, flexible, and individualistic as ours, there can be no return to the authority of faith without a return to the understanding of calling as every follower of Jesus Christ “lets God be God” in practice. (The Call, 69)

The Nature of Knowledge

The Faculty Ministry Leadeship Team (on which I serve, as part of my role with the Emerging Scholars Network) is reading Douglas Sloan’s book Faith and Knowledge: Mainline Protestantism and Higher Education. I’m keeping a reading journal on my other blog (parts one, two, and three, so far are up). 

One passage, in particular, strikes me as something I’ve been thinking over for some time.  Sloan describes how, after World War II, universities redefined “knowledge” into, basically, the “higher utilianarianism” of scientific, technical, and social research, and the “lower utilitarianism” of “community service and vocational training.”  As a result, there was “very little concern…for an education devoted to the deepening and enrichment of personal and cultural existence.”

Elizabeth and I are just beginning our childrens’ formal education.  Over the last few years, I have wished that my early education included more of the “great books” in the Western tradition.  I have been jealous of the ways that my poetic heroes – Eliot, Auden, Wilbur – were/are able to draw (seemingly) effortlessly from a depth of cultural knowledge that I had to google just to understand.  I’ve been attracted to the classical Christian education movement as a corrective to what I see as gaps in my personal education. 

Just this morning, I was talking with a friend at my other job about the nature of reason.  His work deals quite a bit with debunking scams and seeing through false claims, so he has been attracted to skeptical societies and logical arguments.  Even though he himself is a musician and writer, he seems to lean more to the naturalism favored by so many professional skeptics.  In my experience, hardened skeptics have become so accustomed to fighting false beliefs in UFOs, magic potions, and con artists, that they fail to recognize the truth in philosophy, theology, and religion.  In fact, they often lump the two groups together as mutually “unprovable.”

My Biological Creation?

QuiverA few days ago, on Jacob Two-Two (that’s right: today’s post draws from the very center of the Western canon), Jacob’s father referred to him as “my biological creation.”

 What a strange way of thinking about a child, especially from a father.  Whenever I have created something with my hands – a poem, say, or a bookshelf – there has been a defined process that I can describe, in which I can clearly point to the actions that I took to reach the final product.  I am working with pre-existing materials (the subjects of the poem, the wood for the bookshelf), but there is “sweat equity” that I contribute. 

In comparison, my contribution to “creating” a child seems trivial.

The Bible depicts children as a gift from God, and that holds true with my experience.  When my wife give birth to our first daughter, I felt like I was experiencing a miracle: a new person came into being.  I could never have done that myself.  I hope that I’m not stretching the exegesis too far by applying this psalm to my two daughters:

1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
       its builders labor in vain.
       Unless the LORD watches over the city,
       the watchmen stand guard in vain.

    2 In vain you rise early
       and stay up late,
       toiling for food to eat—
       for he grants sleep to those he loves.

    3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
       children a reward from him.

    4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
       are sons born in one’s youth.

    5 Blessed is the man
       whose quiver is full of them.
       They will not be put to shame
       when they contend with their enemies in the gate. (Psalm 127)