“Learn to lose with God”

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My poem of the week this week is a great call to perseverance, holding to faithfulness despite the immediate outcome. This, especially the last two stanzas, is a good word.

OH IT IS HARD TO WORK FOR GOD

Oh, it is hard to work for God,
To rise and take His part
Upon this battlefield of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!

He hides Himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the pow’rs
Of ill are most abroad.

Ah, God is other than we think,
His ways are far above,
Far beyond reason’s height, and reached
Only by childlike love.

Workman of God! O lose not heart,
But learn what God is like,
And in the darkest battlefield
Thou shalt know where to strike.

Then learn to scorn the praise of men,
And learn to lose with God;
For Jesus won the world through shame,
And beckons thee His road.

For right is right, as God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter were to sin.

–          Frederick W. Faber, Jesus and Mary, 1849. Several variants of these lyrics have been published; this version appeared in Hymns Ancient and Modern.

 

New Verse for “Holy, Holy, Holy”

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I have long appreciated the wonderful hymn, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” It extols the majestic greatness of God in his utter holiness. Recently I was introduced to a new verse written for the hymn. I was singing this familiar hymn along with the congregation when all of a sudden, at the fourth verse, there were new words. They struck me as all together fitting and appropriate. Though I had not thought of it before I realized the hymn lacked any explicit reference to how sinful people like us are enabled to know and interact with One so holy. This new verse in that particular location in the hymn fit beautifully, and I found it quite moving there in the midst of this reflection of God’s holiness to sing as well of His redeeming work.

I wondered if this was a verse which had been lost, but then thought, “I bet this was written by Justin Wainscott.” The latter proved to be true. The hymn with the new verse (marked with an asterisk) is below in case you and your church would like to use it as well.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty,
God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee,
Who wert and art and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide thee,
Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see,
Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.

*Holy, holy, holy! Raise our eyes to Calv’ry,
That we might behold Thy Son condemned upon the tree;
Oh, how sin has cost Thee! Oh, Thy grace and mercy!
Christ, fully punished; sinners, fully free.

Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea;
Holy, holy, holy! merciful and mighty,
God in three persons, blessed Trinity!

 

The Impact of the Reformation on Music

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I am currently working on a conference and a book on the broad impact of the Reformation. The conference is set for 2017 and the book is due out that year as well as we celebrate the 500th anniversary of the Reformation. The Reformation touched so many areas of life as we now know it.

Here is one example that people might not often think of. Michael Reeves, in his excellent book, The Unquenchable Flame: Discovering the Heart of the Reformation, makes this point about the impact of Luther’s doctrine of justification on music:

“This happy, heartfelt reaction to justification can be sensed in the music of the Reformation. Take, for instance, the traditional ‘Hosanna’, sung at the Mass. In 1555, Palestrina, then almost the official musician of Rome, wrote a new score for the ‘Hosanna’ in his Mass for Pope Marcellus. To hear it is to hear Rome’s Counter-Reformation spirituality: it is exquisite music, but there is something cerebral and dutiful about the choir’s intoning of the Hosannas. A hundred and ninety years later, Johann Sebastian Bach, an ardent Lutheran all the way down to his tapping toes, wrote his version of the ‘Hosanna’, and the difference is striking. The exact same piece was set to music, but in Bach’s Lutheran hands, it has an entirely different resonance: now the Hosannas are belted out with an unmistakable, unbounded enthusiasm and joy. Such was the natural effect of believing Luther’s doctrine of justification.” (178-79)

In Appreciation of Dr. Louise Bentley

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I was richly blessed today attending the funeral of Dr.Louise Bentley, an amazing professor whom I was fortunate to have while I was a student at Union. Even her requests for how the funeral would be done reflected her deep desire to glorify God. Her children spoke of her love for God, them, words and the Psalms, reading her favorite Psalm (16) and her pastor preaching from her life verse (Psalm 34:3).

Below is a brief tribute to Dr. Bentley which I submitted to the local paper.

Dr. Louise Bentley, a Master Teacher

One of the great blessings of my life has been the privilege of having so many great teachers along the way. One of those great teachers was Dr. Louise Bentley who passed away this week at the age of 85. Dr. Bentley taught English and Humanities for 40 years, finishing her teaching career at Union University teaching there from 1981-1995. She is the only professor ever to be named Faculty of the Year twice, and in recognition of her service she was named Professor Emeritus in the Department of English at Union.

I first met Dr. Bentley when I walked into an Arts in Western Civilization class in the second semester of my freshman year at Union. I didn’t know what to expect. I had just signed up for a required class. And there was Dr. Bentley to greet us. I gathered quickly that Dr. Bentley expected us to work hard and also that she intended to work hard to help us. Her excitement about the class captivated me. I remember her telling us that she would do everything in her power to capture and hold our attention in this early morning class even if it meant swinging from the light fixtures! Though I didn’t know the terminology yet, it was in that class that the lights first came on for me concerning the concept of a Christian worldview. With her guidance I saw how the prevailing view of life and values shaped the art produced in various eras. In a class where I didn’t know what to expect- one of those core classes which are often overlooked- I was significantly shaped and molded because I was learning from a Master Teacher.

When I returned to Union to begin teaching, it was a delight to have opportunities to see the Bentleys, particularly when preaching in their church, and to express to her how she had blessed me. When they moved from their house, her husband, Dr. Blair Bentley, donated many of his books to the Union’s Ryan Center of Biblical Studies, which I direct, in order for those books to continue to be a blessing to others. More recently, Dr. Louise Bentley helped to organize worship services at the Jackson Meadow Retirement Residence where she was living and asked me to preach from time to time. It was always a blessing to gather with those people and to see Dr. Bentley still helping, guiding and encouraging.

As I have pursued my own teaching at Union for about 15 years now, I often find myself looking back to the example of Dr. Bentley. She was tough but fair. She cared deeply about her students- my friend Brian Denker recalls watching her tear up in class as she expressed how much her heart went out to her students during the difficult struggles of finals week. She is my go to example for the fact that lecture done well is still a powerful way to teach. Her passion for the subject matter was palpable and contagious. I don’t know how you could keep from getting caught up in her excitement, and that was as true when I visited her at Jackson Meadows as it was in that class in my freshman year.

Dr. Louise Bentley gives me a model of teaching to which I aspire. Many of us were blessed, helped, and shaped by her teaching and example. For her life and labors we give thanks to the God whom she loved so deeply and served so well.

[The Jackson Sun published this column Tuesday, June 16, 2015, Section A, page 7]

The Dave Roever Story

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dave roeverGrowing up I was blessed with the opportunity to hear Dave Roever, more than once I believe. His story of being terribly wounded and disfigured in Viet Nam and God’s grace in the midst of it all had a real impact on me. So, I was quite interested to learn that his story was now told in a comic-style tract which can be purchased through Calvary Comics for just $1.50 including postage.

Since it is a tract, it is brief. It tells the story of his horrific injury and how one man came to faith right away as a result. It also relates his wife’s love despite his condition- one key element which had particularly stuck with me. It is nicely drawn and colored.

This tract could be useful in a variety of settings.

Praying the Psalms in Christ

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I have made it one of my aims at this site to comment from time to time on good resources for preparing to preach on the Psalms. This past Sunday I preached on Psalm 2. I have preached this Psalms several times, so in going back over my notes I consulted Praying the Psalms in Christ by Laurence Kriegshauser (University of Notre Dame Press, 2009). Kriegshauser in a Benedictine monk, which means he is writing from long experience with praying the Psalms and that he and I will have some significant differences theologically.

On Psalm 2, this book is excellent. Kriegshauser properly notes that the “son” in view would originally have been the Davidic King who by virtue of his position held a unique status as “son” toward God. Then, he shows how Jesus fulfills this being the ultimate son of David and the unique Son of God. Here is an excerpt:

Ps 2, son of god

 

Kriegshauser also adeptly demonstrates that Mount Zion now refers to the Church. He writes, “The Son of God in our psalm is associated with a place: God’s mountain, Zion, the mountain on which Jerusalem and the Temple were built. God’s rule radiates from this place. His King rules from the very place where God dwells among men. For Christians this place is the Body of Christ, the earthly members of which form his Church” (16).

This proper theological interpretation is crucial for applying the Psalms well today, and I found the clarity and forthrightness of Kriegshauser refreshing.

The Man Who Was Greenmantle

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The Man Who Was Greenmantle: A Biography of Aubrey Herbert, Margaret Fitzherbert (John Murray, 1983)

This was my first “just for fun” read of the summer, and it was worthwhile. I purchased this book because I have so enjoyed the novels of John Buchan, especially his Richard Hannay series which I discovered while we lived in Scotland. The series is set in Britain beginning in the days just before the outbreak of WWI and continuing through the war into the 1930’s. One of the key characters in these novels is Sandy Arbuthnot, a British Lord with extensive knowledge of the Middle East, fluent in many languages and a master of disguise. Sandy plays a key role in the novel, Green Mantle.

John Buchan wrote several novels, became Lord Tweedsmuir, and eventually served as Governor General of Canada (1935-1940). Buchan’s life story is fascinating, so when I learned that one of his most fascinating characters was based on the life of one of his friends, I wanted to read the story.

This biography of Aubrey Herbert is written by his granddaughter, and it is a fascinating view of an amazing life in what was practically a different world. Herbert was born into a noble family which counted among their residences Highclere Castle, where Downton Abbey was filmed (it is still in the possession of the same family). Educated at Eton and Balliol, Herbert was friends with the leading men of his generation. One of his teachers was Hilaire Belloc. His brother was the Lord Carnarvon who financed the discovery of Tutenkhamen’s tomb. Despite his near blindness, Aubrey Herbert travelled extensively in the Mid-East and Eastern Europe (in the midst of uprisings and unrest), served as a soldier and diplomat, playing a key role because of his knowledge of so many languages (French, Italian, German, Turkish, Arabic, Greek, Albanian). He became a key advocate of the Albanian people and was twice offered the throne of Albania!

Events in Hebert’s life which were mentioned in passing would today be breathlessly extolled on newscasts. It was truly a different era. This view into the past was one of the key benefits of the book. Buchan described Herbert as, “The most delightful and brilliant survivor from the days of chivalry.” Another writer said:

Aubrey lived in high romance. … He simmered and bubbled over with enthusiasm, for whatever Aubrey had in his head he made at least a phrase, sometimes an epigram, often some verses. He delighted in words, as some women in jewels, but he did not keep them, as most jewels are kept, for great occasions.

This liveliness and fullness of living were evident in the biography. Despite being nearly blind Herbert immersed himself in the life of Middle Eastern cultures, living among the people, meeting with rebel leaders, seeking peace and justice and at times simply seeking adventure. After slipping past authorities of various governments in order to visit Baghdad, he made the overland trek from Baghdad to Damascus, “a well-established endurance test,” just for the accomplishment. He also served many years in the House of Commons. The example of perseverance, hard work, and passion for life is one of the things I liked about the book.

This book is also a striking, up close account of the dramatic cultural shift which occurred after World War I. I hear of this more often through Hemingway, Fitzgerald, et al. It was interesting to read of it through the eyes of a member of the English upperclass. After the war, Herbert wrote in a letter of his “growing sense of isolation, of having outlived the world to which I belonged” (225). Sadly the faith seemed to have little significance in his life, at least as he is portrayed in this book.

For historical insight and example of perseverance this book is a great read.

“Father, why did so many good men die?”

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I have previously commented on my family’s deep appreciation of Douglas Bond’s historical novel, Duncan’s War. Just recently I have had the privilege of rereading the book, this time with my two younger children. I reaffirm all the positive things I said about the book last time. This time it was fun and very encouraging for my younger ones to recognize many of the Psalms sung in the book as we now sing the very same arrangements.

In my previous review I said this story provides a compelling portrait of a father leading his family and in particular discipling his son. I have pasted in below a portion of two pages with the dialogue between father and son, after they and their persecuted neighbors have failed in their attempt to obtain justice and many good men had been executed. This is an example of the profound and pastoral theology contained in this exciting story.
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This is such a great book for parents and children alike. Give it a try.

“Dream not, tyrants, ye have conquered”

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One of our favorite sites in Scotland is Dunnottar Castle. The area is stunningly beautiful and it’s history is rich. One aspect of its history is the fact that Covenanters were imprisoned here because of their allegiance to Christ (see photo below). Shep Shepherd recently pointed out to me this wonderful poem which reflects on the suffering of the Covenanters here.

THE SONG OF THE PRISONERS
GEORGE PAULIN.

BY the walls of old Dunnottar
Booms the breaking billow’s roar,
O’er the whitening crest of surges
Sounds the ocean dirge of yore;
As they, rushing, burst in thunder
On Dunnottar’s stormy shore.

Oft the music of the billows
Mingled with the covenant psalm,
When the dungeons of Dunnottar
Held the followers of the Lambs
Men who now in heaven are wearing
Round their brows the victor’s palm.

For the westland wild and moorland,
Hunted by the fierce Dundee,
Bound and bleeding, now they listened,
As the surging of the sea
Shoreward broke, and breaking, mingled
With their westland melody.

Deem not, tyrants, ye have conquered,
Though our sires and sons are dead,
And our limbs are bound and bleeding,
We have triumphed in our Head!
For the bridge and braes of Bothwell
With the blood of Christ are red.

But a time the time is coming,
When the mosses of the West,
And the dungeons of Dunnottar,
And the Bass’s rocky breast,
Shall, upheaving, gladly usher
Forth, an army of the blest.

Sing, then sing, ye solemn surges!
Shout thy thunders, mighty main!
Ours is but a light affliction,
Fitting us for glory’s strain,
When we meet our slaughter’d kindred,
With the Lamb who once was slain!

We shall rise above Dunnottar,
Rise above the sounding sea;
Rise above the western moorlands,
Glorious, beautiful, and free;
Meet in cloud of light the Bridegroom
None so beautiful as He!

He shall say, “Arise, my fair one!”
And the shades shall flee away,
And the sleep of death be broken,
And the grave be light as day.
And the sunshine of the “ages
Never ending,” round us play.