Ancient-Future Worship

Here is an excellent summary of Ancient-Future Worship, proposed and propagated by Robert E. Webber, written by Joan Huyser-Honig and Darrell Harris

A glimpse from the article:

While fewer people today are eager to argue about religion, many “spiritual but not religious” people are nevertheless intrigued by the idea that every religion has its own story. Conversations with all kinds of people helped Webber sum up these stories in The Divine Embrace:

  • Secularism: There is no god who has created, who has revealed himself, and has redeemed the world. Reason and common sense help us make a new world of peace and prosperity.
  • Eastern or New Age spirituality: We are all part of the problem, and we are all part of the solution.
  • Christianity: We are all part of the problem. Only one man is the solution, and his name is Jesus. He stretched out his arms on a hard wood cross so that all of us could enter God’s divine embrace.

https://worship.calvin.edu/resources/resource-library/robert-e-webber-s-legacy-ancient-future-faith-and-worship/

 

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Christmas Tree 2018

We got our Christmas tree last night, a room-filling Douglas fir, complete with a few pine cones still holding on after the long ride from the forest.  We can thank German Lutherans for the practice of erecting a tree and decorating it for Christmas.  Without them, who knows what symbol we would’ve chosen — maybe a porcupine, or, perhaps, a furnace filter.  I can’t get excited about either of these, except for the idea of a Christmas porcupine, since that’s the only decoration that cats would leave alone, especially if the porcupine were decorated with cucumbers.  Aren’t you glad we don’t do something as bizarre as a Christmas Porcupine?!?  Instead we stomp out to the deep woods, cut down a healthy, beautiful, growing tree, thus ending its life years before it even had a chance, and we drag it to our homes and put it up in our living rooms, like some kind of hunting trophy for herbivores, and attach myriad colorful things to its every square inch, as if celebrating its demise.  After a few weeks we throw it outside so the people can take it away, or we burn it, or we throw it into the same woods — a sick homecoming, if you will.  We certainly don’t do anything as bizarre as a Christmas Porcupine adorned in cucumbers, and I’m ok with that.  

Ah, what the aliens must think of us.  If they exist.  Do they celebrate Christmas and decorate their furnace filters?  

Don’t get me wrong — I love a good Christmas tree and I love Christmas.  I just hadn’t thought of the ceremony of the tree from this angle.  And I sure hope Emily doesn’t read this, since she might think me a grinch of a husband, especially after I complained about how I hate putting lights on the house for Christmas.  I’m thrilled about our tree, and I’m honored that it gets to spend its last few weeks in our living room arboretum.  It’s already been decked out in lights.  Ornaments are to come.  The star will go up top, per usual.  And Emily in her kerchief and I in my cap will soon settle down for a long winter’s nap.  Why are we tired?  Because getting a Christmas tree is a lot of work, but it’s okay because the kids love it and it stimulates the local economy. 

We bought our tree from a greenhouse just down the road from our platz, aka zuhause, aka place where we keep our wohnzimmer.   His name is Corstange and he sells excellent trees.  He tied it to the roof of our station wagon with orange twine formatted in hearty knots.  Mac was kind enough to cut the twine and release the tree from the luggage rack, which means the tree was indeed our luggage.  We lugged it from our driveway to our living room (wohnzimmer) and put it in the tree stand.  This is a special tree stand that cannot possibly tip over.  The whole house would have to drastically change angles for that to happen, and the spoils of evergreen would be the least of our worries at that point.  Our tree stand was given to us by Dave the Engineer, a kind radio professional and donator of practical gifts.  It’s made from a huge piece of OSB cut into a perfect circle of 4 diametrically measured feet, making its circumference 150.72 inches — over 12 feet!  Can anything with a circumference of 12 feet tip over?  Not likely!  Imagine a paper clip held up by a cinder block.  It’s NASA-level redundancy here.  All for Christmas.

But lo, the bolts that held the tree in place were bent by some aggressive tree work carried out last year by truly yours.  5/16”, coarse thread, shiny and new.  Thank you, Home Depot.  Just one trip to a hardware store during a project is a triumph in my world.  Zac watered it as Emily strung lights around it.  That was last night. Who knows what today’s adventure with tree will bring?  History has taught me something here.  When I get home in a few minutes, I know it’ll need to be straightened up a bit, as the ol’ beauty will have lost her center of gravity after some settling (I’m talking about the tree, mind you).  Chances are that Mac and Zac have put ornaments on the moment they got home from school.  Lexi has likely harvested an ornament to play with in some other room of the house.  When I walk into the loving rom, Emily will exclaim “look!” with a big smile and arms open wide to present the tree.  This moment will make me profoundly happy and I can’t wait until it happens, which will be about 10 minutes from now.  I love my family so very much. 

Last night, while we were getting the tree settled, we had the movie Home Alone running in the background, setting the right mood. Yet one question remains: why isn’t Kevin’s dad, Mr. McCallister, bothered by the idea of his little kid being home alone for several days during the holiday season?  He just doesn’t seem to be all that concerned.  We see Kevin’s mom (Catherine O’ Hara) smoosh her face together and shout “KEVIN!”  on the plane, but what does dad say to this crisis?  We don’t know because the scene cuts away. I can’t help but imagine Mr. McCallister telling his rightly concerned wife to relax, it’s not that big of a deal, and that she should be more concerned about the garage doors being left open than about their industrious son.  Admittedly Kevin McCallister is industrious, brilliant, and surely shows his mettle in bamboozling the Wet Bandits®, but it sure would be nice to see dad a little freaked out about the safety of his kid.  Am I alone in this? 

I remember something at this time nearly every year.  I remember — vividly — that Christmas trees are very thirsty.  I remember this because of the horror of discovering an empty water thing in years past and wondering if I had contributed any kind of discomfort to the poor giant plant, whose only crime was that it was too beautiful to stay outside.  Then I remember that it’s already dead.  Then I remember how sharp those needles are, especially when they dry up.  Guess what I’ll do when I get home?  That’s right: ask Zac if the tree needs water.  Thank goodness he’s small enough to get under there.  Yet another industrious child.  He will not, however, be left Home Alone. 

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Preparation: Foresight and Intention (message prep)

Advent 1 – Luke 21:25-36

Year C

Renovation Church

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Preparation requires foresight and intention.  We need foresight to see that something is coming that will affect our experience.  It is foresight that makes us step on our brakes when, a few cars ahead, we see traffic slowing down.  We think “I’m going to pump the breaks now so that I don’t rear-end the person in front of me when they slow down” and thusly slow down in anticipation of what will happen.  We are motivated by our own safety and survival.  This isn’t selfish on our part, it’s just common sense.  Foresight keeps us on top of things.  When I roll out of bed and start the day, I begin with an hour of prayer.  During that hour I lay the day ahead before the Lord, asking for wisdom, strength, insight, and the resolve to be faithful in all I have been entrusted with.  This is an act of foresight.  There is no rule that demands that I practice as such.  No drill sergeant is blaring in my ear about getting out of bed, no boss is insisting that I report for duty before the sun is up.  Over time I’ve gained the foresight to know that if I don’t get out of bed and get on top of the day, the day will get on top of me and I’ll be always behind, motivated by my own strength, full of my own dumb ideas, and largely unaware of what God is doing in the moment.  I see the traffic ahead and, in anticipation, I change my habit so that I’m ready before it happens.  I want to respond, not react.  This is preparation, based on the foresight that something is coming that will affect my experience. 

Foresight is what I see in the longview.  We can’t take tomorrow for granted, as it hasn’t been promised to us by any organization, person, or deity.  Each day is a gift and each tomorrow is a possibility without a guarantee.  Our tomorrows are only ours when they change into today.  And today has a new set of tomorrows that are, at best, a definite maybe.  Arrogant foresight assumes that time is limitless, that humans are death-proof, and that we have total control.  Deep down we all know these to be mere illusions, yet we tend to live our lives as if all three are true.  We deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us, at least as far as what we really believe. 


Dallas Willard says that we believe something when we live as if it were true.  For me to live as if it were true looks far different from me saying I believe something but living as if it weren’t true.  Arrogant foresight combines the self-illusion of eternal control with the empty words of false humility.  That’s why we know one thing and do another.  When we get caught in this truth, we hang our heads and say “I know, I know…”. This is what pushes us to make a New Years Resolution.  Isn’t every New Years Resolution nothing more than us saying that we’re going to actually believe something?  I’m going to lose 50 pounds.  I’ve always known I was overweight, but it’s time for me to do something about it.  The treadmill helps us melt 50 pounds off.  We keep pounding away because we believe we really need to lose weight.  That’s where we went from knowledge to belief. 

Arrogant foresight knows something is going to happen but doesn’t have the accompanying belief that it will affect us.  It is arrogant foresight that causes me to speed down the interstate in my blue Nissan.  I know that I’m not supposed to speed, that there is a limit that the law has set and that I must obey.  But I don’t believe it applies to me until I see a police car.  That’s when I believe.  Arrogant foresight says “I know the speed limit but I won’t get caught.”  Humble foresight says “I know the speed limit and I believe it’s not right to speed.” 

Does Jesus forgive us for speeding?  I can’t help but wonder.  Does the savior roll his eyes every time we go 71?  Jesus, why aren’t you constantly frustrated with us?  Because you love us?  Because of grace?  I know that, I’m just not sure if I believe it. 

What we need is humble foresight.  Humble foresight acknowledges our lack of control.  It isn’t just foresight.  It’s humble foresight.  Humble foresight is the first part of Preparation.  I must confess something about myself.  I have a problem, and it’s that I’m always running late.  I must be very honest with you.  I don’t think it’s cute that I’m often 2-5 minutes late for things, nor do I think it’s ok.  Yet I must believe it’s ok because I keep running late.  I have some diagnostic information to add to my knowledge base.  For example, one study suggests that certain personalities tend to run late.  Can you guess what kind of people run late?  Optimists.  Optimists run late because they really believe that it will only take 30 seconds to get ready, that they haven’t misplaced their keys, that it will take them less time to commute because, if you go fast enough, you can squeeze a 5 minute drive down to 3.  How?  Every light is green and there will be no train.  Optimists indeed.  The realists got there a few minutes early because, in their humble foresight, they know that there are factors well outside their control.  People who often run late are called “Polychronic” because they have a different, often skewed view of how time passes.  This way you can say “Im not running late — I’m an optimistic polychron.”  In other words, we had the foresight to know what was coming, we just weren’t humble about it. 

Humble foresight begins with a firm grasp on reality.  It’s not just vision of what’s ahead, it’s also an honest view of who you are and how you roll.  It is pride and arrogance that gets us overcommitted.  It is greed and power hunger that keeps us there.  I say this as an optimistic polochron, arrogant with overcommitment and greed to keep me complaining about how busy I am.  This is my genuine confession. I’m working on it.  I’m trying to get a firm grasp on my reality.  It will take longer to get ready.  There are red lights.  It’s rude to walk in late.  I see it, I just need the humility to act like it’s true.  To believe. 

This is where intention comes in.  We need to see (foresight) with a firm grasp of reality (humility) and then act on what we see and know about ourselves with great intention. We practice intentionality out of the belief that nothing happens by itself, that God is the only unmoved mover, that everything else is in motion because something bumped it, pushed it, kicked it.  Motivation is required.  Boxcars have freight but only the locomotive can move them.  The tracks are intentionally laid.  Nothing will happen unless we move.  We only move because God has given us the ability.  We speak because we have been spoken into existence.  We breathe because God made a planet and a set of lungs run by a brainstem.  We think and create and feel because we are made in the image of our creator who does the same. 

One of the skills our creator God has given us is the skill of focused intention.  Admittedly some of us are better at this than others.  Some people on the autism spectrum have a special ability in this arena because their ability to focus and get things done is enviable to those of us who are more easily distracted.  It is distraction that removes our focus, and then our intention changes.  Just like foresight, focused intention requires humility.  We really have to believe that what we are doing is important enough to say “no” to the other options for our intentions to flow toward. When I sit down to write, I do so with focused intention.  One way I protect the focus of my intention is by turning off the wi-fi on my computer.  I resist, again and again, the inborn desire to google something, to take a peek twitter, to check my many email boxes (a sign of overcommitment, perhaps).  This takes humility because I have to believe that it’s impossible for me to “just check my email real quick.”  Unfortunately I know myself better than that.  As soon as I get online, I will find myself bouncing from site to site, chasing tangents to their eventuality, a meme, which then leads to even more ridiculousness.  Meanwhile my writing work gets ignored as my intention switches focus to whatever is most shiny at that moment.  Never once did I suspend my belief, or so I think, that what I needed to get done still needs to get done.  Yet I must have believed, in that moment of pointless internet wandering, that what I was doing in that moment was more important than what I was supposed to be doing.  We are funny creatures, all of us, and we need to fool ourselves into doing the right thing.  That’s what a discipline basically is: fooling ourselves into doing the right thing. 

Preparation requires humble foresight, which is the ability to see the future with a firm grasp on my reality, and focused intention, which is saying no to everything but the right thing, no matter how interesting or important they may seem.  We will never be prepared without these two forces at work in us. 

When Emily and I were praying — desperately — to have a child, we had limited foresight that was, I suppose, as humble as it could be at the time.  We don’t know what we don’t know, and it seems true that we are never ready to have children.  I’m not ready for my son to be dating, but here he is, 13 years old, and he’s got a girlfriend.  Anyway, God clearly answered that prayer, and now we have three awesome children, all blessings from the Lord.  I’ll never forget the moment when Emily came out of the bathroom holding plastic stick soaked in her fresh urine and a big smile of joy on her face.  Positive.  We hugged, Emily jumped up and down, I think I did, too.  We prayed and thanked God and kept praying for the baby in her tummy. 

As the weeks rolled on, Emily started this thing called nesting.  That’s what our parents told us was happening.  Nesting.  It’s where you start preparing for the baby to come.  I got up one night and Emily was sorting our Tupperware lids and containers.  Why?  So that they’re organized.  The way I saw it, there’s no point in trying to match lids to containers because they aren’t meant to be found together, plus, the cupboard door is always closed and no one could see in there.  But they had to be organized.  The nursery had to be painted.  The crib had to be assembled.  The diaper changing table had to be stocked.  Clothes, including tiny socks and t shirts with witty sayings.  We had one bib that said “Give peas a chance.”  Cute.  Bottles and formulas and pumps and rocking chairs… tons of preparation for something we saw on the horizon. 

Humble foresight?  Indeed.  We need to get ready, because this is going to really affect us.  In other words, start sleeping now and store up as much as you can because it’s all over.  Those 13 hour sleeps followed by a day on the Playstation are over.  I started asking other dads what it’s like, how to prepare, what to expect when she’s expecting. 

Focused intention?  Absolutely.  There’s a timeline, and some things will just have to be pushed aside so that we’re ready for the baby.  Today I signed us up for Lamaze class.  Next week we’re going to buy a car seat and get it fitted to the Jeep.  I’ve researched strollers and decided on the blue Graco from Target.  No, we can’t go out to eat there because the smell of breadsticks makes the baby angry, and when the baby is angry, I get sick. 

Humble foresight without focused intention means that I know something is coming and that I’m not ready, but that there’s really no point in getting ready. 

Focused intention without humble foresight is activity without purpose.  It is busy work. 

The gospel reading for today is one that calls us to prepare.  We need both humble foresight and focused intention… to be continued 

Luke 21:25-36

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39th Birthday Weekend – Detroit, Ann Arbor, and Back Again to Kalamazoo

We hit the road early Friday morning to make it to the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, MI.  Emily’s folks got me tickets to the Ford Rouge Factory Tour, which is where the Ford F150 is built and dreams come true.  Our tour began at the museum.  Pictured below are the Davidson boys and a window depicting Henry Ford’s boyhood curtains (not really).

We were told to make our way to the blue podium.  There weren’t very many people in line for this tour, which was nice.  

We got onto the bus, a classic in-the-city urbanish bus, very different from the classic Blue Bird School bus with brown seats and green paint.  

Nonetheless there were similar school-bus rules, which this sign clearly depicts:

“No flamethrowers, No street tacos, No old-timey radios!”  Same as the bus in Junior High.

The view from inside the bus is what a baked potato sees when it looks through the microwave door.

I assume it was Henry Ford’s boyhood confessional booth.  That’s the factory over there.

We got to the factory…

and were immediately told NO PICTURES. At one point, Mac got into trouble for texting his Nana and telling her how much fun he was having, which is the worst possible reason for a child to get into trouble.

Here’s  a picture:

Actually, we were allowed to take pictures during this part. The chastising came later on when we were in the factory itself. The views from the viewing deck were rather impressive:

The inside of the factory was even more impressive. Again, no pictures. Most of us have seen footage of the inside of a factory, so it’s not too difficult to imagine. There’s nothing like being in the middle of it, though. Parts move on conveyors below and above your head, everything is moving, people are crankin’ out parts, and the smell is kinda like new car + your mechanic’s overalls. A very confusing combination.

After the tour, you can see a demo engine and have your 9 year old pretend to fix it while your 13 year old pretends to not be awkward, pictured above.

On our way out, the boys were kind enough to reenact the statue of Henry Ford and someone who is not Henry Ford:

Once we got back to the museum, everyone was pretty tired. Mac was down to only 3-4 texts per minute.

After a brief rest, we headed to downtown Detroit:

And then to King Books — the finest used book store in the world. Over 1,000,000 books! Here’s where their Philosophy section starts (behind you). I thought this sign was both directive and a philosophical statement:

We went on the Detroit People Mover, which was like being on the El in Chicago, but like an El you built in your backyard.

We met with my sister and her family, some of whom are pictured here:

And watched the big Christmas Tree get switched on at Campus Martius:

Andrew and Paco got some donuts for my birthday from a fine place indeed:

And gave us tickets to the Michigan/Indiana game, which was a real treat:


It was especially meaningful to share the experience of being in the Big House for the first time ever with the boys.

I give this birthday 39/39 stars!

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RadCast – when we don’t pray?

[RadCast] What happens when we don’t pray? (Colossians 4:2)
– We miss out on soul-shaping conversation with God.
– We lose God’s perspective on our situation.
– We lack God’s power in our lives.
I encourage you: be devoted to prayer!

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[RadCast] Colossians 4:2 – Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.

The Apostle Paul encourages us to pray, giving the same directive as Jesus who tells us to pray and never give up. How’s your prayer life? You and I can always wander to the deeper places of prayer, just as the mystery of Christ is endless and chock full of wonder. Prayer = honest conversation with God. He’s listening.

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39

I think I’ll live blog my birthday today. Mostly so that I can remember what happened the day I turned 39.

5am – woke up on the floor of my sisters house, where she lives with her husband, who also happens to be my brother-in-law. They have a child, who, as it turns out, is my nephew. At 5:07 AM, my sons fight because they bumped into each other in their sleep. The three of us spent the night here. Yesterday was a day of adventure with a trip to the Ford Rouge truck plant where the always outstanding F150 is built. That evening, we met sister and family in downtown Detroit and watched as Santa – actually one of Santas elves – threw the giant novelty switch for the Christmas Tree at Campus Martius. That should be blogged about later on.

Still waking up. Brother-in-law makes coffee. I drink the coffee. The day begins. I brush my teeth with my new toothbrush kit from dentist. Yeah, that’s right, I pay somebody to professionally clean my teeth. A subtle fuzz gives way to smooth enamel.

5:45a – Brother and I head to the gym for CrossFit. I ride the exercise bike as he and his mates exercise on an official CrossFit(tm) kit. I lifted yesterday, and my left arm and back feel angry for it. As an almost 40-year-old, I know better than to hurt myself.

6:32a – Andrew says happy birthday, reminding me that it’s my birthday.

7a – The exercise bike I’m riding is one of those that has the pedal powered fan, generating an invasive yet pleasant breeze in the nether regions, causing my shorts to billow in the most unfortunate way. “This is How We Do It” plays in the background. I think the plan is to go get some donuts after this. I peddle on.

7:45a – donut procurement. Knapp’s.

8:27a – Paco makes bacon, Andrew makes eggs. The donuts are a perfect appetizer.

8:30a – “39? That’s tall!” – nephew

9:19a – breakfast was delicious. Now to play Autobots with nephew!

9:41a – more coffee!

10:15a – my sister got me one of those chocolate orange things that you have to strike before you eat. It’s ok.

11:04a – playing TransFormers with Zac. SuperFun. He’s winning.

12:39p Lunch at Clubhouse BFD in Rochester. We ate in an outdoor biodome. No sign of Pauley Shore.

2:15p – on the way to the Big House…

3:15p – parked the car for 10 bucks, which isn’t bad. Walked the tracks to Michigan Stadium with the boys. Our first time in the Big House. The legend is true. The energy is overwhelming. Truly amazing.

4ish- Indiana wins the coin toss, gives Michigan the ball. Go Blue!

5:37p – this is an outstanding game. I have promised my son popcorn, also known as popped Maize in a blue box.

5:59p – D’oh Blue.

6:18p – Mac got a hotdog and a Coke, Zac got his popcorn, and Michigan is ahead. You’re welcome.

6:46p – Still a great game

6:56p – tonight’s attendance – 110,118. That’s over 200,000 mittened hands clapping together, a dull thud of a sound that is Pure Michigan.

8:40p – we walk to the tracks back to our $10 parking spot — the other win for the night — and hopped in the car and joined in the long winding serpentine headed out of Ann Arbor and back to the real world.

9:23p – us and about 60 other Michigan fans decide to stop at the McDonald’s in Chelsea, Michigan. By now, we have grown accustomed to traveling by herd.

11:10p – finally back home to Portage. All three of us Davidson men are tired, but can’t help but excitedly tell everybody here – Emily and her mom — all that we saw and did.

11:11p – Time for sleep. What a delightful birthday. I love my family so very much. This bday was highlighted by 48 hours with my sons as wonderful Emily and her mom held everything down back home. It’s a good thing Andrew and Sarah gave us those tickets to the Michigan game. That was probably one of the best experiences of my life.

It’s also a good thing I spent 15 minutes on an exercise bike this morning, since I’ve eaten approximately 7,000,000,000 mg of salt and have spent much of the day sitting in the car. I may skip weigh-in tomorrow as an early 40th birthday present.

It is good to be alive. Thank God for so many blessings, none of which I deserve. My prayer is that this 39th year will be one with Christ at the very center of my life.

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