Why Constantine?: Christology, Empire and the Mission

I will first preface this by saying that I am anti-Sacralist. Sacralism is where any empire or culture becomes fused to the Kingdom of God. It is when Christians take the form of a particular culture and that becomes the norm. We can see this with Latin or Greek culture fused to the Church in the West and East, respectively, during the Middle Ages. We can see this under the British Empire where Christianity and Englishness were at once the same thing. Today, the same phenomenon is occurring with America. Christianity becomes part and parcel with English, democracy, right-wing politics and capitalism.

Constantine is the head figure of this fusion. He was not solely responsible for the collusion of Church and State, where bishops sat the Emperor’s table as governors for his provinces. You can see the cracks forming long before, where a plea for tolerance became begging for some semblance of power. The Gospel of Jesus can be mutated under fire, it is a difficult and dangerous road to be faithful to the message. Dangerous precedents were set that made it easier for manipulation. Ignatius’ plea for churches to back their elder (or elders) strictly made monarchy acceptable for bishops.

Irenaeus’ argument for apostolic succession, with regards to purity of teaching authority, helped fight the pagan gnostics but it opened a dangerous precedent over the apostolic witness that was found in Scripture. With persecution always around the corner, and general social disgust with the Christians, an endless debate with the Gnostics on an authority they would reject (what the Scriptures plainly say) was bolstered by the naming of names. Its an effective out in an argument with high stakes. But ends don’t justify the means, and this was a mistake Irenaeus would regret if he saw ahead.

Some might not agree with my interpretations, but I’m trying to show how the road was paved for an Emperor to dominate the Church. Let me say that, for the sake of unity, I agree with the formulation in the 39 articles:

It is not necessary that Traditions and Ceremonies be in all places one, or utterly like; for at all times they have been divers, and may be changed according to the diversity of countries, times, and men’s manners, so that nothing be ordained against God’s Word.

Whether or not this sort of generosity applies to inter-congregational relations (as in structures for one church to be united with another) is something I’m not sure on. Anyway, my point is I’m not blasting some of the early Church for having metropolitan bishops or particular traditions (lower case). I’m just saying when these became so codified that the door for a man like Constantine opened, he took it.

However, none of these I find a sufficient reason on why the Church so easily sold out for power and glory. Then it hit me like a brick. John Howard Yoder, an anti-sacralist par excellence, wrote this regarding the Arian conflict:

“[Arius'] theology fit the empire. If you lower your concept of Christ, then you can raise your vision of the emperor because the Logos was both in Jesus and the emperor”

It hit me like a sack of bricks. Arius’ error was symptomatic of an entire age of thinking inside the Church. The conflict over the status of Christ was what let the doors opened to this sort of collaboration. Now before you cut me off, and say “Whoa, hold your horses pal! Didn’t Augustine have a high Christology and advocate the supression of the Donatists? Didn’t Martin Luther see Christ as Lord and wanted the peasants slaughtered by the princes?”

If this was your rejoinder, you would be correct. However, I would argue that the fact that Augustine and Luther advocated what they did was a contradiction in their prior thought. Augustine’s and Luther’s high Christology went hand in hand with their two-kingdoms view. That while there were little kingdoms of men, they would fade and be judged by the only True Lord. By advocating what they did, they went against their prior thought. They were both flawed giants, both loving Christ immensely, but suffering, as all men do, from the errors of the times. Augustinian was trying to be a good churchman, the Donatist theology would destroy the sacraments and could lead to Pelagian moralism. Luther was barely surviving as is. Not only would he be reluctant to destroy his only friends, but he was German. Part of the Reformation’s fire was the mass resentment by Germans to Italian dominance. Rome put a boot on all German peoples, from the Alps to the Baltic, in the form of tithes and crusades. Here was a chance of escape. Luther, while not motivated by crass ethnic conflict, as seen in his writings, was a man of his times. I’m not excusing their behavior, just explaining it. Thankfully, Christ is their savior.

Another example, to wedge in my point more, is Athanasius. He had a high Christology, but would end up calling for the government to suppress heretics for the sake of the Church’s health. He never wrote anything like “City of God”, so he has no comprehensive formulations. I’m not going to argue from silence, but he seems to go flat in either direction. He was apart of the Council of Nicaea, but he fought the Empire when Arius’ theology was accepted and Athanasius was chased out of his native Egypt. However, to run contrary to him, is while Athanasius had a high christology, he lacked in a particular area. He spoke much of glory and little of the cross, not that the cross was totally absent in his thinking. However, there was an optimism that the Church was on the rise, the pagan cults would crumble, and the world would be at peace.

Sadly, he was flat wrong. Augustine, perhaps thankfully, was not left to blissful triumphalism as the Empire crumbled in his lifetime. Athansius’ did not have the fullness of the cross before him when he spoke of Christ’s glory. His focus on victory left out the suffering involved in it, the hard road in cross bearing. It’s paradoxical, and Athanasius certainly understood paradox, but his focus on the Incarnation at the expense of the cross left a hole in a realistic understanding of the curves of history. Again, not everyone would agree with my interpretation and I’m not a scholar of Athanasius.

Anyway, the overall change of glory theology and lowering Christ through it, became an insidious virus in the Church. In the histories of the Church, the biggest being from Lactantius and Eusebius, this view rang on every page. As Jean-Michel Hornus, a French Church historian put it:

“Eusebius and Lactantius took temporal power and victory as a sure sign of God’s grace and defeat as a sign of rejection. This surely is precisely the opposite of the gospel message”.

This message could creep up, and did, because Jesus had lost his prominence. Arius’ theology was a symptom of this. Jesus as Lord could be denigrated into a mere creature, and the Emperor elevated to a comparable level. He could approach that reality of being “Vicar of Christ”, and in the East, where Constantinople had become an icon of the Heavenly Jerusalem, the Emperor was treated as Christ Himself!

Now besides just losing our status as pilgrims and letting power-politics dominate the Church, the sense of mission was also subsumed. Since the Church was swallowed by the culture and it became tied to it, conversion of the “enemy” became a means of conquest. Rightly so, kingdoms opposed to Rome, like Persia, became wary of the Christians. Sadly, that led to the persecution of Persian Christians as a 5th column from the Caesars on the Bosporus. Here Yoder speaks again on the effects of Christology:

“The development of a high Christology is the natural cultural ricochet of a missionary ecclesiology”

That is to say, when Christology is high, it is a sign that the Church is missions focused. Now he puts it the other way (loss of Mission -> low Christology -> Constantinianism),  and he is much more antagonistic to Augustine and Luther because of it. Either way you shake it, taking Christ down from the Suffering King, Crucified and Risen Lord, to something less will invite the Church’s loss of mission and absorption by culture and state.

Whether it is framing Christ as a tool, a mere means of solving sin, of the “god behind the back of Christ” (as T.F. Torrance would phrase it) which is dominant in American evangelicalism, or whether it is in Unitarian or Arian rejection of Christ’s divinity, there is the loss of pilgrim identity. Another possibility is in Christ losing His very humanity as the Servant Lord. The last one seems to be rarer, but look again. When we assert Christ as mere King of Heaven, and a functional dismissal of Christ’s command to “go and do likewise” by thinking His commands are impossible to obey, we are apt to obey earthly kings and wring ourselves free from His teachings. He said “If you love me, you will obey my commands”. We lose Christ when we don’t see His life as a political leadership (i.e. that what He teaches effects how we operate in society, in the ‘polis’ or city).

The mission to outreach suffers because we tie our hopes to the success of Rome. If our Empire dominates, if our culture flourishes, then we make disciples by that very act. People will conform to our way of life, which means adopting our religion. Christ becomes a mere icon of the State. This is a denial of the catholicity of the Church and also that this Kingdom is not of this world. It becomes a Christian form of Islam, Mormonism or Zoroastrianism: a state religion with one god, a cultural mission and a prophet attached whose teaching is respected. Yet, Jesus is not a mere prophet, but King of Heaven and Earth, the very I AM who spoke to Moses out of the burning bush and led him and his people through the desert as a pillar of cloud and fire.

Ultimately, as with most posts, I believe that every teaching of the Church must find its ground in Christ. Otherwise, mission will begin to slip away as we snuggle into bed as a function of culture or state. There is a form of Christianity that does this, and it is not faithful. Much of that has lost its candlestick. Even if you don’t agree with my conclusions or interpretations, I think we can still agree about this very centrality of Christ. If He is lowered, we have nothing but sentimentalism and worthless theism.

Wrath [Repost with Updates]

[This is generally a re-post with some added thoughts as they've matured. I left most of my quirkier and exaggerated writing style, which I indulge in less, intact. Contribute please!]

Wrath, it’s a topic widely spoke of, sometimes shunned because it is not polite talk, but we have to ask it. What is the Wrath of God? It says through Paul’s Epistles that we are by nature Children of Wrath, that the atonement on the cross by Christ was to abate the Wrath. So what are we dealing with?

Let’s slam the door on what it is not, a haunting shade of Paganism that stalks the halls of our hearts. God’s wrath is not a form of vindictive cruelty, that He wants to bury us. If such was so, we would cease to exist (or do so in the catacombs of never-ending doom!). He does not seek to destroy us. And certainly, and this is the most important part, His wrath was not pummeling Jesus on the cross. We were not saved from God by some other God; God saved us! My passions rise as I type this for this type of sick thinking, perpetrate by the liar of all liars, is what is responsible for the accepted cruelties inflicted by the so called church in the realms of churchianity and christendom. Woe on those who would separate the Father from the Son! Woe on those who would shape God in their image. He is not like our petty and mean selves! Jesus and the Father are One! (John 10:30)

For a time I was uncomfortable with His wrath. I knew His love but I could not accept the word wrath. I did not understand and I pretended, somewhat, that it did not exist in the Scriptures. Thanks to the Grace of God that He opened my eyes so that I could read what the Spirit wanted to teach! And when I speak of this, I don’t mean to give an impression that I was given some magical oration that only I saw, or had some ancient document revealed so that I may know the truth so many passed by. May it never be! It’s clear as daylight in the Scriptures but we blind ourselves by adhering to doctrines that were invented by men, sometimes left overs of a Pagan past, sometimes invented for corrupt purposes.

So lets get to it. Paul gives us a good description of what God’s Wrath is:

Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another.  They exchanged the truth about God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator—who is forever praised. Amen.

Because of this, God gave them over to shameful lusts. Even their women exchanged natural sexual relations for unnatural ones.  In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed shameful acts with other men, and received in themselves the due penalty for their error.

God’s Wrath is this: God lets us go our own way, He departs from us. He takes His spirit away and gives us to the consequence of evil fall down upon those who have spurned His Life. The evil spirts, powers and principalities, the workings of sin, overcome those engaged in this emptiness and destroys them. They stand condemned by by their own evil. They get locked away from the Tree of Life.

Let’s look at the long and storied past of Israel. Many times God’s anger, His wrath, was shown forth. He allowed evil empires to rise up and He left the Israelites because they rejected Him. As the Spirit said through His Prophet Isaiah: “In a surge of anger I hid my face from you” (Is 54:8). When the Israelites rejected the King of the Universe for deaf and dumb idols, He left them to their own devices. And what happened? They were slaughtered by Babylonians, Assyrians,  Greeks and ultimately in the final judgment on physical nation of Israel, by the Romans. This was not abandonment, but God handing His people over to their desires. His red-hot love stands against injustice.

So when Christ took on the Wrath of God, this is another paradox of the Scriptures. Keep in mind that a paradox is not a contradiction, but it will not function by our mundane sense of logic. An example of a natural phenomenon is the concept of frostburn, how can something that is extremely cold leave burns? There is something deeper at work that we can’t comprehend unless we see the deeper process. The same applies to the concepts such as: Jesus, both 100% Man and 100% God, the Trinity and our Unity with Jesus (“this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory” (Col. 1:27″).

The paradox of the Wrath suffered by Jesus is that God felt alienation, that Man feels in the chains of Sin, from Himself. Was God cut up and divided on the cross? No, He is One. Yet He experienced that heart-wrenching, existential pain of being lost. The Indivisible suffered loss. That is why He called out those tear-jerking words “Eloi, Eloi, lama Sabachthani! (My God, My God, why have you Forsaken me?!)”. He knew what it meant to be far away, He bore that. He crossed the divide to find us, to rescue us from the darkness that held us captive. A job only God Himself could accomplish. This wrath was not just the Father, but the Son and the Spirit. God gave Himself over to the hands of sinners, into the realms of darkness, into the courts of devils. His Christ would face the bondage we’ve been in so that He would destroy the power of sin and death.

So now we are free and reconciled! Yet many are still in their chains, and many still die in their chains. Jesus told us: “Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life, but whoever rejects the Son will not see life, for God’s wrath remains on him.” (John 3:36). God is life and if we reject His Son, if we refuse to come to God, we are still alienated. His wrath is still on us and as long as that is happening we will remain like walking dead in this world. Another reason to preach the “Good News”, we should desperately want others to come to life, to have Jesus breath life into their Spirit and conform them to His image, that is the image of Life!

And as for that quote from Isaiah? It was part of the Messianic prophecy, let me finish it for you:

In a surge of anger
I hid my face from you for a moment,
but with everlasting kindness
I will have compassion on you,”
says the LORD your Redeemer.

“To me this is like the days of Noah,
when I swore that the waters of Noah would never again cover the earth.
So now I have sworn not to be angry with you,
never to rebuke you again.
Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
nor my covenant of peace be removed,”
says the LORD, who has compassion on you.

What an absolutely beautiful image. The Holy One of God has taken away the division, we are now in His Kingdom. We will not suffer that wrath, that anger. It is gone up from those who are apart of the spiritual Israel. His Love will never fail!

However, like Noah, we still are in the world through this judgement. Christ is our Representative, in Him we are safe. He is the Ark on which we are safe and He is the Noah whose righteousness brings safety to his family. Yet this Noah’s family is made of risen corpses of those floating in the water. We were judged already, but we have hope and safety. The water may have killed, but behold, it is now the very thing that saves and brings life (vis. 1 Peter 3).

One more thing: As I am Christ focused, that all the fulness of God was in Jesus, what does this Wrath look like actually? We can say all that I said and let it remain hidden in a metaphysical morass. What I’m saying is: where do we see God’s wrath in Christ? On the Cross, He bears the burden of sin and the penalty for it. He faces His own curse. However, we see that hatred for sin in Christ’s dealings in the Temple. We see Him grab a whip and chase out the corrupt from abusing the people, from trashing His own precepts. This is His hatred for sin, His hatred for injustice and greed. He opposes the proud and wicked with a booming voice and authority. This is an expression of His wrath.

Jesus Christ, You are King of all King, Master of all the Universe. One day your new creation will be consummated and all knees will bow and tongues will confess.  IT IS FINISHED.

Amen.

The Idolatry of Nationalism: Death, the American Flag and the cult of our Forefathers

Recently I found and have been reading a book by the title of “Blood Sacrifice and the Nation”. The premise here is as follows: “This book argues that violent blood sacrifice makes enduring groups cohere, even though such a claim challenges our most deeply held notions of civilized behavior”

I’m about a third of the way through it, but it has been extraordinarily eye opening. I don’t always understand the sociological/anthropological jargon thrown around and some of her premises seem to stretch the borders of reality. Yet overall, her premise that American Civil Religion is based around the flag is dead on. America is not a Christian nation because such a thing does not exist. However, America is not a country populated by a majority of Christians either. The cult of the State, of the Individual within the cultural milieu, the cult of “freedom” are all appendages of our primary cult. We do not have a Jupiter gaudily adorning our temples (though Pagan gods dot all our sacred sites in DC and New York). That’s not the object of idolatry.

The Flag is the symbol of our American god.

It decorates house after house, it covers ceremonial offices, it decorates government buildings, it is the subject of many heartfelt panegyrics for the American way, it is on our clothes, it is on our houseware, it is the thing we sing to (Star-Spangled Banner) and the thing we pledge allegiance to.  In fact, as one journalist put it, “Waving the flag on the fourth of July is like going to church on Easter”. It is a god in the most basest sense of the word.

Now no god goes without a temple and a religion to venerate it. So we have our churches bedecked with American flags. Some of them are in the form of shopping malls, others in Ivy League dining clubs, others in recruiter stations, some in the form of a cemetery, some are popular movements like parades, while others hide behind the mask of Christian church, but they all worship the same god. From the redneck of Appalacia to the well-bred Bostonian, from the San Franciscan yuppy to the Texan Marine, they are all waving the same flag. That’s what is the marker that it is the same religion. There may be a cross, or a dollar sign, or an eagle, globe and anchor. It is merely different cultic devotions to the same overwhelming, intoxicating power of the god we call America. Yes, it is the country itself. As the authors write, “The totem god of society[...]turns out to be society itself”.

What is this god? This god is death and it eats its worshipers. That’s the big secret. That’s what sets us, good ol’ USA, as civilized vs. those nasty barbaric tribes. They wantonly throw their children into the mouths of giant bronze idols, cheering as the flames rise. Another year of crops has been guaranteed, the gods have accepted the sacrifice of the community. What do we civilized people do? Sacrifice our children to the maw of war, our greatest sacramental act. We affirm, time and again, through shed blood and sweat, that we are Americans. It is the right of passage into Nationhood. We recount the deeds of our Forefathers, we mark our history by our wars. Our holy dead ancestors are the saints of our pantheon, given up and sacrificed for “liberty”. Yes indeed, our abstractions are gods. We paint them as such.

We sacrifice our children to the hell of war. Here we have peace both at home and abroad. The secret is exactly that: we don’t kill our children, we don’t sacrifice them on an altar to Columbia for a better next year. No of course not! What lies. The Imperial machine grinds up our children.

What we have now compared from the Civil War is only in terms of sophistication. We’ve gone from a crude, tribal sort of State cult to one almost invisible. We no longer consider the preachers who talk of martyrdom for country as mainstream. No, now our cultic language is hidden in trashy country songs, in drunken revelries, in flag colored condoms. We have Washington’s cultic penis literally erected in our capital, like a fertility monument, and we dare talk of this country as secular? Think I’m exaggerating? Here’s an excerpt from Pierce Gallagher’s biography of Robert Mills, the architect of the Washington Monument:

In trying to describe this [Baltimore Monument to George Washington] I am freshly reminded to what extent Mills imbued his compositions with character, personality-even with sex. In consequence he did not plan an Ionic column, which would have feminized this creation-and the subject of it. He chose that which was most virile and elementary, to uphold his statue, the Doric, that having the least complexity of detail.

The monument written about was the direct forerunner to Mill’s design of the one in DC today. This symbol is ringed by nothingless than Old Glory in our capital. The American Civil Religion is an alluring concoction of death, duty, liberty and life. It is not all harsh devouring. Just like all religions, it is the search for continuance and life.

Sacrificing children to war, or in common parlance “giving up their lives for freedom”, is not to be drawn into an ecstatic frenzy of death. It is rather a quest for meaning and purpose. Sadly, as Freud seems to have discovered for the modern man (a truth nestled within Scripture and taught within the Church), man is bound for death. The wages of sin is death and who doesn’t seek his earnings? The dark secret is that humankind, for a reason unknown to many and known only as sin to the Scriptures, actually desires its own destruction, its own devouring. The dark secret is our gods will eat us and will never be full.

The blood of goats and bulls never atoned for sin.

So what now? The funny thing is that if you’re like me, and are horrified and want to go and burn a flag in protest to idolatry, you’re merely playing the flip-side of the coin. You are, by recognizing the dark magic in this totem or symbol of the god, designating its power. You may hate it and want to destroy it, but you are merely playing into its reality.

As a Christian writing this, I can take a sigh of relief. Sacrifice is the answer and yet the deeper magic of the thing (as CS Lewis might put it) is that God offered Himself as the sacrifice. Not in a bid for power or control, not as an escape as in all the mystery cults before. No, His Sacrifice has broken the way things are. The flag cults, the death cults, the endless sacrifices of children, animals and food are ended. Israel’s shadows, their strange and quirky take on the Human condition institutionally, has come at last. God in Jesus Christ has reconciled the dark jungle called the World to Himself. The power of the Evil One is broken in the broken body of Christ Jesus. Resurrection is not reincarnation, like every other cult, but a new order of things. All things will be made new.

On the one hand, it is sad but there are many churches that are merely grounds for worship of the country. I will not worship in a Church building that has a flag stuck up. They may as well have a giant naked statue of Venus or a phallus. The Church needs to be pilgrims, a government in exile, announcing the news that the world cannot bear. Its gods are all dead. Christ lives. We await our King’s return, but He is with us as we come together, preach the gospel of our King and share in His body and blood. This is not a renewed sacrifice as Rome says, but the means of grace; that is, the way we participate in our King’s life. The Supper is a meal that says there is new order, that death is dead, that sin’s power is broken and Jesus, the Messiah and Son of God, is Lord.

The Church is not a-political but makes a political stance by its existence. It takes our common rituals and guts the holy from them. It has no stake in any one culture or tongue, it freely takes and uses from all. This does not mean we sanctify or baptize these things, but rather by profaning them, or making them common, we make them acceptable for use. We can eat a hotdog at a 4th of July BBQ, we can eat meat sacrificed to Zeus, it’s nothing. But if it causes a brother to stumble, cast it into the flames.

Just like in days old, the Church’s job is not to smash every statue of Mars. Rather, we ignore them and preach the Good News of the True God. However, when these things interfere with our true allegiance to Christ, we must turn from them, abandon them, and cast them from us. I will not hold a fellow an idolator for singing the national anthem, but I cannot. I cannot say the Pledge of Allegiance. For me, it would be akin to swearing to another god. I think most Americans needs to rethink these things and many ought to abandon them. Country becomes a competing master, and as our Lord taught, we can only have one master.

At the end of the day, a lot of my friends, if I shared all this with them, would give me blank stares, confused looks, and maybe a little disgust. Christian and non, these categories are not even examined. I was a full practitioner in the cult of Patriotism: my eyes got wet when I heard a beautifully sung national anthem, my hands firm and eyes steely during the Pledge of Allegiance, I would always salute a flying flag and praise its presence for I knew I was in my homeland. My prayer is that, even if you disagree for the majority of this, to rethink your own position. As we follow Christ, what must we do to obey Him? How can we be faithful to Him? For Christ Jesus has freed us and will lead us, let us press on under His wings.

The Life of the Mind: A Personal Reflection

I’ll preface this discussion in light of a personal story.Recently I found out a good friend of mine has become schizophrenic. I haven’t seen him in half a year but his last contact tried to stop him from leaving only to be told that my friend believed himself to be on a mission from God. Police had been involved before and as far as his last contact can say, he’s totally different and it is really sad.

This friend was instrumental in my conversion. He presented me with the gospel. He was there when I had to ask, in so many words, “what must I do to be saved?” and we journeyed together.  Also his multi-culturalism and social pluralism made me question whether my patriotism and americocentrism were even Christian, let alone flatly bigoted. He helped me out of my own cultural self-deception. We were co-workers, we were friends, we were brothers.

So I’m opening a giant can of worms by asking the impossible question: What is the mind? What is the person? What is the soul?

Rest assured dear reader, I’m not going to try and give any satisfactory answer. Such would be utterly foolish, given that dozens and dozens of books are written each year on these very same subjects. I’m just going to put to type what observations I’ve made, what others have said and what I think Scripture seems to say regarding this.

First off, I am very reluctant to accept the very fleshy and material nature of humanity, but these sorts of things drag me back to reality. Man is a physical creature (shock!) and was intended to be such. Material things are not bad. I know it seems strange to have to say this but I was a Cartesian Dualist. I use to believe that the spiritual things (read immaterial and invisible) were vastly superior and the body was a prison. Granted, the mind is immaterial, but it is concretely tied to the physical. If you damage a man’s brain, he will not be able to have the same cognitive ability. I still cringe having to accept this truth. I hated (and still do) the material limitations of being flesh and blood. I wanted to have a body of steel, one that would not break or be broken, I didn’t want  emotions, only pure reason. In a sense I didn’t want to be human.

Now it is true that Scripture speaks of the immortal swallowing up the mortal, that in the New Heaven and New Earth we will have new “spiritual” bodies. However, this does not mean we will cease to have bodies. No longer corruptible, but bodies nonetheless. Our bodies will be powered by the Spirit and will not be empty vampires sucking at the material for our fulfillment. We will be able to walk with God, face to face, in the presence of the Holy Trinity.

I have no idea what this means, but I do know that humans were meant to have bodies. Adam was not a mistake to be made from dust, but he was not suppose to be outcast from the Tree of Life. Man was flesh, but his life was supposed to be found in the Garden. With the presence of Sin, the Tree of Life would come another way. Death was now there, but here redemption may come through back to that blessed Tree. The God who made man would follow him out of Paradise and be responsible for bringing man back. God is in the business of redemption.

Which brings me back, what does it mean to redeem the mind? What is the mind? It is some immaterial self tethered to the brain, a fleshy and material organ. If you poke or prod it in the wrong way, one may forget memories and abilities. Where does personality fit into this? How much do you have to forget to no longer be the same man you once were? If you are detached from family, from name, from even speech, what are you? Who are you? What then does it mean to have knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ? What about those who cannot communicate “normally” and the gospel has no seeming means to enter into their mind?

Like I said, I have no real answers to these questions, only thoughts. I think this comes back to who God is. We know who He is in the Lord Jesus Christ, that’s our entire basis. Thankfully, that’s great news. Speculation based on nature or personal reflection is an infinite dark hole into oblivion. God has to reveal Himself, clearly and presently, and not leave it to some rational working out. Even if it is “providential” (which sometimes is a slick way to appear humble) rationality. Having trust that this Lord will sort it out, that He is just, is a great blessing.

Truly it is, though others think I might be intellectually lazy. Too much time is wasted thinking about “who’s in” or not. Serious questions are raised by the distraught and the scholastic: what happens to babies when they die? what about the mentally retarded? what about the mentally ill? Do they have a place, how do we know? How can they hold by faith?

Ahh, and that’s where it lies. Perhaps we are wrong to limit the contours of faith to some Enlightenment category of accepting propositions. Of course, this is not everyone who tries to sort these issues out. Yet the Scriptures never really allow these worries to surface. Why? Because the Lord was known to be full of mercy and justice, that He would sort it all out. This sort of squabbling about what is to come after death is totally unnecessary. I will say that in terms of judgement, I would fall into the annihilationist camp.

However, I ultimately turn towards agnosticism here. I don’t want to debate this. Why? Because the Lord is full of mercy and justice. Jesus is the Judge, He is the One who will call men before him. Do we not know who Jesus is? The loving and merciful King? Whatever He judges, the whole creation shall rejoice. There will not be mourning in the New Jerusalem, all tears will be wiped away. This is a land of reconciliation. A city of the broken restored.

I recently had been watching the show Spartacus (though I’ve ultimately put it down, and cannot watch it because of the violence and graphic sensuality) and Spartacus takes a town for his slave army. In this city, all slaves of all nations were free to just live. Their brand was what secured them a place in this refuge of the oppressed. Is this not an imperfect, and utterly flawed vision for what we await? Where all the broken, the dead children, the slain martyrs, all the dead in Christ will walk, will breathe, will live?

So where does the mind come in this? Again, I do not deny that the mind, the soul, is attached to physical organs. Yet in the New Heavens and New Earth, perhaps we will have restored and incorruptible brains and organs. In the chronicles of the Maccabees, one of the Maccabean martyrs stood before a mob ready to kill him; he took his knife out, cut into his gut, shouted that God will give these back, and throws his intestines into the crowd. Christ has brought immortality in Himself; God leads the way into New Creation, into the Age to Come, which shall have no end. He restores what was lost.

Well, what about the meantime? What do I do with the fact that my friend has lost his sanity? That he even believes he is on a mission from God? I wasn’t there for that episode, perhaps he is genuinely seeing something or some calling, but most likely not. What do I do with that? Again, I am thankful it’s not up to me. The god of the philosophers is a pathetic idol that has no basis in reality. Atheists have better sense in their head than than the Moral Therapeutic Deism garbage that is so prevalent. In reality for a lot of Americans, god is something they functionally create, it’s up to them to sustain it.

What I mean by that is that as soon as sanity or mental ability, we’ve lost touch to that god because that’s where that god lives. It may be more mature or a vending-machine feel-good coach type being, it’s the same filth. Jesus Christ is true and knowable in ways that perhaps we will never comprehend. We restrict the Lord of Glory if we place Him within the confines of cognition.

At the end of the day, this whole thing really grieves me. This brother told me the good news about a Savior who was in the business of finding the broken. For all my pride and scorn for such a figure, He came. Nothing better describes this reality than Charles Wesley:

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

So where is this brother? What goes on inside the confines of his mind? What goes on inside of my own mind? How does this all work out really? That our souls, our thinking, is attached to the material? I have no idea how it works. It certainly makes one reconsider the Enlightenment definition of the Image of God that we were given. It was not mere rational thought; Aristotle was wrong in determining what ultimately set man apart from the rest of the animals.

Whatever it is, I trust God who is Spirit. The word in Greek and Hebrew means “breath” or “wind”. It is something moving, to and through, but untouchable. It is not some mere phantasmal substance, but something beyond our faculties. He moves through the mind, but woe to us if we become like those Moral Therapeutic Deists. The Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, is always at work, just like His Father and in the same way as His Father for they are One. And He works in many ways. His Spirit is always moving, in every which way.

I don’t have an answer for this fact, but I have hope. My faith is in one utterly faithful to His promise and I don’t have to have an answer. I know He is more than my comprehension, and I can grieve the loss of my friend’s mind, but I have hope (something not yet seen) that there will be restoration. When? How? I don’t know. If Jesus is Lord, there will be restoration. That is the hope, may I, and you, and whoever, be able to rest in that. It’s not easy, it’s not living in a bubble or a false reality. Yet it stands.

Jerusalem’s King: Cain and Jesus

This story begins right after Adam and Eve have been cast from Eden and kept from the Tree of Life but given a promise of returning one day. This promise spoke of a coming son, a human no less, who would upend the Enemy, the Liar, the Snake in the Garden. Who this son would be, no one knew. Eve was so excited over this prophecy that she believed her first-born son was indeed the Christ.:

Now Adam knew Eve his wife, and she conceived and bore Cain, and said, “I have acquired a man from the Lord.”

Yet this man was not the Christ, Cain was the first murderer:

And in the process of time it came to pass that Cain brought an offering of the fruit of the ground to the Lord. Abel also brought of the firstborn of his flock and of their fat. And the Lord respected Abel and his offering, but He did not respect Cain and his offering. And Cain was very angry, and his countenance fell.

So the Lord said to Cain, “Why are you angry? And why has your countenance fallen? If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin lies at the door. And its desire is for you, but you should rule over it.”

Now Cain talked with Abel his brother; and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother and killed him.

Then the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?”

He said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

10 And He said, “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to Me from the ground. 11 So now you are cursed from the earth, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand.

He burned with envy as his brother who offered the first of his flock and the best of his profession received acceptance where his offering was rejected. Even as the Lord speaks to him as a man, warning him of the danger that awaits, that his evil desire will birth sin (as James talks about in his letter). Yet there Cain, the would-be messiah is in fact anti-Christ. He says with almost a sneer that drips off the page, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

So Cain is exiled and bears a mark that will prevent his mere murder. He is to bear this as an outside to all others in the Human race. He goes and builds his own city (the first ever it would seem) and continues life. And yet, when his own kin commits his same crime, he calls upon this mark and demands not just 7 times vengeance but 77 times vengeance. 7 times 7 is an idiom in Hebrew to connote infinity. So thus this cycle of retributive violence begins:

Then Lamech said to his wives:

“Adah and Zillah, hear my voice;
Wives of Lamech, listen to my speech!
For I have killed a man for wounding me,
Even a young man for hurting me.
24 If Cain shall be avenged sevenfold,
Then Lamech seventy-sevenfold.

Doesn’t some of this sound familiar? Jesus, the true Christ, taught not 7 times forgiveness but 77 times forgiveness. He bears the mark as He is led outside the city. He calls down forgiveness on those murdering Him. As the author of Hebrews says it: “Jesus the Mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling that speaks better things than that of Abel”. In this Jesus is undoing all the curse that Humanity has brought upon itself!

While Eve still had high hopes soon (she even thought Seth was the christ, see Genesis 4:25), Jesus manifests them, not only for her slain son but her murderous son. Jesus goes and builds a new city and sets a new mark. Forgiveness is to be the sign of a New World, not vengeance. In Christ Jesus, God was reconciling the world. In christ Cain, the world went asunder as he brought vengeance through his sin. Christ Jesus succeeded in overcoming sin and death where the First Man Adam failed and invited these into the world and negating God’s love. However this same King also brought peace where the first ‘christ’ failed; where the first king, the first city-builder, brought injustice and violence.

This is a wonderful sign that Forgiveness is the curse turned to blessing, that the Lord is always at work to destroy the power of sin. It is the Lord’s business to recreate what was destroyed, to resurrect what was dead. Adam’s line and Cain’s curse brought an endless cycle of killing, hatred and violence but Christ’s life and blessing brings something new. The way being human was truly meant to be.

Following Christ is not about, as Bonhoeffer put it, being Homo Religiosus. Following Christ does not just make a man more pious, or someone who believes in some propositional truths that others do not adhere to. Christ’s teaching was not moral reform, it was a revolution. It was resurrection. Christ was not a good way, or a better way or even the best way. It is the only way. Christ was not just a better man or the best man, He is the True Man. Following Him is to learn to be truly Human, to be given a new heart and a recreation, being conformed in death and life into the Christ Jesus. Formerly we were under the rule of Cain, now we’re under the rule of Christ.

This all leads to the sad history of the Christian church. Not the universal and invisible reality of all believers. No, not even some of the underground forms that were true expressions of Christ’s followers and people. I’m talking about State-powered churches, churches that have drunk the wine of Babylon, been seduced by power, and have made a mockery of the Gospel. They synthesize into structures of power and become nothing more than a religious sacred-space for an Empire instead of being the citizens of a New City.

Specifically from history, the Emperor Justinian comes to mind. This man was praised by his mouthpieces in the Empire as a just and fair ruler. He ruled the Empire with an iron-fist but, more importantly, he dominated the Church.

Justinian I

While according to his sycophants he was worthy of the epithet ‘The Great’, a brave historian by the name of Procopius dared to write the truth. While much of it seems slanderous, Justinian is revealed as a man driven by a lust for greed, murder and money. This man who ruled the Church! This man, who thought himself very pious, had any before him refer to him as Master and they as Slave! He built the Hagia Sophia, wrote hymns and theological documents, but this man who acted as Christ’s Vicar was more akin, as Procopius calls him, to the Lord of Flies. He is only cultivating death in the halls of power. His court was thoroughly corrupted with flatterers, greedy, vain and ambitious men who seek nothing but riches and  glory. Whether or not this Imperial government functioned is irrelevant (though, it was a total disaster and brought decline), this man claimed to represent Christ

This is what the path to this sort of power brings forth. Justinian, and many others, have tried to reign as a christ from their very own little Jerusalem. Be it Popes in Rome or Emperors in Constantinople, both try and usurp the reign of Jesus. Instead of turning to the True Christ, they return to Cain and rule by his mark. They reject forgiveness and turn towards vengeance. They try to sit on the throne of Jerusalem, they come bursting through the gates on their white horses of conquest. I don’t care whether Justinian vigorously argued for the decision made at the Council of Chalcedon (regarding the nature of Christ’s divinity and humanity). Not a damn. This man was thoroughly anti-Christ. It’s like a usurper besieging the True King’s Castle while trying to sort out that same King’s genealogy as a panegyric. For those with eyes to see, it is clear that the latter task is a trivial formality to the traitorous reality of the former action. He’s trying to take the throne!

Yet, an Empire is not made by an Emperor alone. Though the man has a legitimate monopoly on violence (as all states attempt to do), there are those who go along and cheer-lead for the expansion of the Empire. In the days of the Byzantine Empire, it was those who promoted that the Roman Empire was the equivalent to the realm of Christianity. What was good for “Rome” (the Byzantine Empire considered itself Roman but had little real control over Italy by the 6th century) was good for the Church. The identity of the Church was fused to the State.

Now a days, we have a much more subtle attempt at this. American culture and conquest is received as a crusade. We even had a president who phrased it this way. Oh no, not a theocracy but for democracy and the American Way. Right? Yet for some, American-Christianity has become just that, a fusion and syncretic desecration of God’s Holy Kingdom. It is returning to Cain. Christo-Americanism has declared America, not Jesus, to be the Christ. That we are the new Israel. Yes, this sort of crude portrayal is only in the darkest corners of the Internet and independent book-stores. Yet functionally it is so. We see men like Rick Perry trying to lead the prayer of the nation in a political stunt to show his pious credentials. We see someone like Sarah Palin being anointed and prayed over as she sought her political ambitions. These people and their handlers are not totally stupid, they actually believe this and people actually are inspired by this. This country is filled with Sacralist heresy.

Why do people turn to rule as Cain did? Why do we go and continue on the succession of violence, conquest and death? It is humanity’s way until the glorious appearing of our Savior. We were all dead until His light shined through, broke our chains, and set us free to follow. Any who call on the name of Christ, do not be deceived by mere names. Many still are looking for a christ or believe they found the christ somewhere else. Jesus is the Christ, He is undoing the Curse by Forgiveness. Peace, Joy and Righteousness: these are the way He has called us to. Don’t find solace in any city that seeks to be a Jerusalem, either America or Byzantium. Cain is not the christ, nor are any who follow in his wake.

Jesus is Lord. While the cities of man exist and we dwell in them, there is none who represents the reign of God. Only Jesus is King of the New Jerusalem, our city. The churches that belong to Him are congregations of His people in exile, pilgrim-people waiting for His glorious return while working to spread the Kingdom and promote justice in the land. Call men to the True Man, the True King, not to those who try and usurp. They try and make man into their particular image, their Homo Romanus or Homo Americanus, which gives some moral reform that is sprinkled with nationalized christianity. Jesus brings us resurrection into true life.

Maranatha!

Predator Drones and the love of death

Thanks to Rick at Following Judah’s Lion for pointing this story out:

 

Late last August, a 40-year-old cleric named Salem Ahmed bin Ali Jaber stood up to deliver a speech denouncing Al Qaeda in a village mosque in far eastern Yemen.

It was a brave gesture by a father of seven who commanded great respect in the community, and it did not go unnoticed. Two days later, three members of Al Qaeda came to the mosque in the tiny village of Khashamir after 9 p.m., saying they merely wanted to talk. Mr. Jaber agreed to meet them, bringing his cousin Waleed Abdullah, a police officer, for protection.

As the five men stood arguing by a cluster of palm trees, a volley of remotely operated American missiles shot down from the night sky and incinerated them all, along with a camel that was tied up nearby. (NY Times)

 

This is so totally sick. America’s war-effort doesn’t even bat an eye as both the innocent and guilty are consumed. This country’s sentiment is driven almost by a love of death. Sometimes I wonder if we’re two steps from opening up Coliseums and roaring as the condemned butcher one another.

Ultimately the concern for the Generals and the NY Times is not over such a tragedy but, in a cold mechanical fashion:

Could the targeted killing campaign be creating more militants in Yemen than it is killing? And is it in America’s long-term interest to be waging war against a self-renewing insurgency inside a country about which Washington has at best a hazy understanding?

 

The Liberals ask similar questions: what is best for the American hegemon, what suits our interests best?

At least their is only a root level understanding of protection and global security. They don’t doll it up as salvation, which too many conservatives and the fringe talking heads do all the time. What idolatry for these who claim the name of Christ. Is He Lord? Not for many who trust not following the path of the Servant King but rather, like Romans of old, in smashing the world beneath a foreign boot for their own betterment.

These lives are torn from this world and there is little care. It’s only ‘bug splatter‘, a life of lesser value from our nationalist perspective. The gods of America are glutted on the conquests of our military, the consumerism of our markets and the worship of our American destiny. I’m not saying that to be American is evil. Yet this country worships the death-drive. That sense of self-destruction that Freud labeled as Thanatos (the Greek for death) in which seeing death fulfill a deeper inner desire: to destroy oneself utterly. Americana has become an eager and zealous slave to its master Death. We devour and devour and devour and devour, until we devour ourselves. The commodization of murder (for a uniform does not change the fact) is an indication of this. You don’t even have to leave the comfort of AC and a soft chair to rain death upon the barbarian. All for the glory of Rome.

Stop participating in the idol worship of Country, stop venerating the Office of the President or the Sanctity of the Military. Stop following Death. Follow Jesus and abandon the worship of these idols.

Cross in a Flag: Nationalists are Anti-Christ

Just fell upon this:

http://www.wnd.com/2013/01/michael-savage-time-for-a-nationalist-party/

I use to love Michael Savage and appreciate every word he spoke. When I was in my hard-core Patriot phase I couldn’t have agreed more with the man. Yeah, he was cranky sometimes but he was candid, frank and upfront about his position. I still have respect for the man because he doesn’t say what he says for merely a paycheck (though shockjocking does tend to bring in money if you’re thunderous enough) but because he believes in it. He is a sort of John the Baptist: the voice of one crying in the wilderness.

Yet what he is calling is not the good news of God in Jesus Christ, but precisely the opposite. This nationalist party language, it’s just a form of fascism that praises a power in a particular cultural mode. No, there may be no mass exterminations or death camps, but that’s not what fascism is about anyway. Fascism is the call to drink deep from the poisonous well of culture and to revel in one’s own. The call of identity is built on the cult of Americana, not a smutty and slimy one, but one that has Columbia perched high, torch in hand, crying out “Liberty or Death!”. It is all about the American way: Democracy, family, middle-class interests, frontier mindset.

Doesn’t sound too bad does it? Well, that’s the deadly thing about. I have no problems with democracy or middle class living, I like the “frontier” (even the nauseating romanticization of it) and have got no ill will against the family. But, families are not the ultimate and must be foregone for a higher purpose, the frontier is not something to fight or die for and the selfishness it breeds is noxious, middle-class living is not a goal and democracy is not worth a single drop of blood.

The promotion of a National party is not unexpected for those who find their identity in culture, but the blasphemy is when that is the Christian life. Wrong, that is contrary to life in Christ. Life in Christ is mercy, forgiveness and sacrifice. Our identity is found in His death and in His resurrection. Not in guns, not in independence, not in any of that. Perhaps you have a preference for how a government is structured (personally, I would want less, much much less), but it means, in the long run, the same as a flavor of ice cream. Whether I live in a capitalist society or a socialist society, governed by a dictator, a parliament, a king or a president, it doesn’t change the Gospel message: Jesus is Lord. Caesars may be a tool in the hand of the Lord Jesus, governor of the Cosmos, but that sort of reign has no place in the Kingdom.

The American Spirit is anti-Christ, and that sounds offensive. It sure is, Jesus bids us to come and bear our crosses, not to seek after life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Jesus says I am the Way. There is Life, Liberty and Joy in that but these things are tangential.

Don’t be fooled by the propaganda, the age we live in is dark. So-called pastors (like the one who wrote the article) dot the land. They think they are doing God’s will, but they point everywhere else than Christ. I hope they repent and turn to Him and not to their idols. I do not hate this country, and I am born and bred American. However, the battle is not to let the spirit of America consume you, but rather to follow the Spirit of the Lord. Flags seek to wrap up and devour the sign of the cross. The English did it, the Nazis did it, the French did it, the Romans did it and now, the Americans do it. I appreciate my kin’s history, but I am of Christ, not of Washington. America is not my home, I am a pilgrim. The Church is a pilgrim people, we are not nationalists. Let such aspirations crumble and be wiped away. They surely will.

Come quickly Lord Jesus.

Tertullian Redivivus– Example

To follow the previous post, I thought I would just list an example of Tertullian’s punch. It’s passionate, offensive and perhaps overly moralistic. Yet, I respect the man for he is trying to follow the footsteps of Jesus. For as Calvin said:  “A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God’s truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.” So here’s a little Tertullian from his work De Corona (Concerning the Military Crown):

“To begin with the real ground of the military crown, I think we must first inquire whether warfare is proper at all for Christians. What sense is there in discussing the merely accidental, when that on which it rests is to be condemned?

Do we believe it lawful for a human oath to be superadded to one divine, for a man to come under promise to another master after Christ, and to abjure father, mother, and all nearest kinsfolk, whom even the law has commanded us to honour and love next to God Himself, to whom the gospel, too, holding them only of less account than Christ, has in like manner rendered honour?

Shall it be held lawful to make an occupation of the sword, when the Lord proclaims that he who uses the sword shall perish by the sword? And shall the son of peace take part in the battle when it does not become him even to sue at law? And shall he apply the chain, and the prison, and the torture, and the punishment, who is not the avenger even of his own wrongs? Shall he, forsooth, either keep watch-service for others more than for Christ, or shall he do it on the Lord’s day, when he does not even do it for Christ Himself? And shall he keep guard before the temples which he has renounced? And shall he take a meal where the apostle has forbidden him? And shall he diligently protect by night those whom in the day-time he has put to flight by his exorcisms, leaning and resting on the spear the while with which Christ’s side was pierced? Shall he carry a flag, too, hostile to Christ?”

Tertullian Redivivus: A rant of sorts

I just got done doing some traveling across Italy and did a lot of visiting and touring in Rome. It’s a great city, I have to say and I was very charmed by it. I wouldn’t mind returning at some point or even living there for a time. There is something homey about the chaos and organizational dysfunctionality that makes me comfortable. Maybe it’s because my work-space looks like it is continually struck by tornadoes.

Anyway, being there in Rome, and as an American, I could easily swell up with disgust and anger. I looked at so many beautiful basilicas, so much wonderful art and statuary and all for what? While I can appreciate art, I am touched not by the beauty most but the spiritual poverty that is contained in the hands that made it. Rome is no holy city and its artwork is not holy. It is not any sort of place to pilgrimage, it rather represents the vanity of mankind and whole-scale corruption. I’ll roar on chronologically:

Here we are in the times of Caesar, where man laughed as man was torn to pieces by beast. Whole cities were burnt out for the glory of one city, the glory of one emperor, of one empire. Roma was the city on the hill for all to look at and its putrid stench of unwashed, bloodied hands still haunts the land till this day. Was I in awe of the Coliseum where bloodsport became a way of keeping a people fat and happy? By no means, I would rather tear it down despite its architectural grandeur. The whole of Rome and not just her prefects and guardians are washed in that stain. Where Gladiators smiled as they ripped life from this world, where the crowds cheered in frenzy, lost in madness, for the death blow, where emperors bathed in their own self-glorification and vanity as masters of the world.

The times of Caesar where the legions marched pressing barbarian tribes underboot, civilizing them into systematized wickedness. I’m not pressing for some Noble Savage fantasy. Rome spilled  blood for the Roman way: was it worth it? Is humanity saved by letters, art, bathing or customs? Perhaps the quality of life improved, but what was lost? Yes, life is better being crammed into overflowing cities, covered in mud, living in flimsy apartments that were subject to fire or collapse at a moments notice. Yes, this is the glory of civilization.

In the time of Caesars where large plantations called Latifundia were stocked by masses of slaves who lived and died in a beast-like state. Where the mines were filled with the clinking of chains, with skeleton men who knew no life but work, eat and sleep. Yes all for the glory of the Empire so it may be arrayed in marble stones. Oh yes, the beauty of temples decorated with gold and silver but whose mortar is composed of sweat, bones and blood. Those both foreign and domestic. This is the legacy of the Caesars.

It does not end there either for the Church, the place where man could be reconciled to man and call one another brother, the body of the Lord Jesus Christ who needs not a single epithet to describe His majesty, drank that same poisonous drink. It tasted of honey, it tasted of justice and good, but was deceptively brewed of pride, power and greed. How did we get from Peter, the fisherman and lowly preacher of the Good News, to the Pontifex Maximus, arrayed in golden tiara, leading armies to force Italian cities to the will of Rome. How do we have luxurious elevation of bishops to little princes. What happened to the Kingdom being of a different world?

No, we so easily imbibed that horrid drink and set about putting heretics to the sword, regulating all of society, trying to construct something holy. So the Church either bent the knee to a Caesar and became his puppet (like in Constantinople) or became a king outright (like in Rome). How wicked is it that these both can proclaim Jesus as Christ and Son of God (i.e. we worship a Triune Lord), recognize that He is God and Man, that we are saved by His grace alone and that the Church went about concerning itself in conducting warfare and expanding the “Roman” Empire (either the one of the Franks or the Greeks).

A little group like the Poor of Lyon (future Waldenses) who set about preaching against dualism of the Cathar were condemned because they did not fit into the structure of this world straddling Church. Even the Cathar were reacting against a domination of a Church arrayed in purple and splendor. God is painted as the bigger and best, not the self-sacrificing One who displays His power in plunging into the depths and being wrapped in weakness. The One who is immovable and impassable in His Compassion.

The simple truths of the Gospel are sacrificed for global dominance and relevance. Half-converted Pagans are welcomed in and syncretism explodes. The Church becomes a place for every cult of every god, only cleverly disguised as saint or patron. We give them our prayers instead of letting the Lord Jesus Christ reign in our hearts. We build icons to focus our attention and instead of allowing art to be art, they become worshiped functionally. Better for them to be torn down then let one little one be led astray.

This all takes me back across the Atlantic into my own American culture. We are nothing but Rome reborn. We have our legions marching, crushing under boot for the American way. How dare you, so-called Christian soldiers/sailors/marines, assist in the oppression of your brother by warfare. Christians in Iraq and Afghanistan do not see liberation but domination. Their own country and kin put them to death because of wars for greed and power. The catholic (as in universal) Church is spit on and nationality and culture take the helm as defining features. What brings liberty: democracy or the Spirit of the Lord? What brings the Kingdom: peace & joy or bombs & bullets? What work are you doing, o man, who claims the Prince of Peace as Lord?

What of these evangelistic churches that have no Evangel, that offer sinner’s prayer and a milleu of church attendance and mindless scripture reading? This Bible belt that would rebuild that christendom of Rome or Constantinople and wails as the reigns of power have fallen from their hands. They say: Only the Bible, but they have misunderstood the One whom the Bible testifies. They quibble on wars, abortion, gay marriage as if the State can change a man’s heart and stop him/her from doing what he/she desires. This does not mean I advocate for lawlessness but rather to stop framing the Gospel in terms of the dictates of the State. America is not Christian, America was never Christian, a Government cannot be Christian, people groups cannot be defined as Christian people groups. Culture may be effected by Christians, but what use is that? Do they follow the Lord? Who cares if they can understand literary references to the Bible? They do not know the One who is Savior of the Whole World. Grace is passed over as literary convention.

I’m not advocating a retreatism or ghetto movement to create a sequestered culture. I don’t think Christianity should be hidden, but rather to let the light shine on every street corner as a fountain of grace. That Christians should be rivers rushing towards the hurt, lost and broke, to be a thunderous crash of a wave to the opressor and the unjust, a sign of a New World where they have no place and in where Peace reigns. This isn’t Utopian building, but being of the Lord and following Him. Where is this? It exists, in many places, but receives no headlines. Maybe the Babel projects collapse.

I think this does it for my rant today. America is no different than the Rome of the Caesars or the Imperial Popes. It is about power, control and culture building. It’s pretty twisted. If Scripture is the norms for the Church, because it is where we read the words of the Lord Jesus Christ, from Genesis to Revelation, who has all power and dominion, then what have we done? We have gone from being a Kingdom of Light to a drunken whore of Babylon. This was prophesied and will continue, as painful as it is, until our Lord returns. Some churches that bear His name have their candlesticks, some don’t. Not every church is of Christ. Pray for wisdom in these times, wisdom and discernment. Pray for Zeal to never get weary of following in Jesus’ footsteps, following the Lamb wherever he goes.

Common depiction of Tertullian

That is why I picked the title that I did. Tertullian was a Latin Christian who surged with anger at the corrupt practices of the Roman Empire. He was fully Roman and participant in its society until the Lord called him from darkness. He was angry, sometimes witty and a little insane. This is who I identify with most of any Christian. I like him have gone from someone unconverted and fully versed in my culture who has become a ranter. Tertullian even turned his guns on the practices of the Church of his day (rightfully or wrongfully, I don’t know). I don’t always agree with him, he has been wrong on some accounts. Yet he is a kindred spirit, and a close brother in the Lord, though separated by 1800 or so years. May we have some Tertullians to rage against the current state of things and shout, with anger, at Empire and false religion. May the love of God inspire those to rage against merciless and unjust structures.  Maranatha!

Sincerely,

Cal, a Tertullian Redivivus

Nativity

Because I’m a weirdo, I’m going to be picky with my language. I am no proponent for the mass, so to call it Christ-Mass is a bit off for me. Anyway, tomorrow is a day for remembering the birth of our Lord Jesus, the Christ and Son of God. Here the Creator of heaven and earth came down in as a helpless babe.

It was dirty, it was smelly. Joseph and Mary were probably both filled with joy and exhaustion. Soon after, many babies in Bethlehem were slain by the paranoia, insanity and arrogance of Herod. Mary and Joseph had to flee to Egypt to escape this horror.

It wasn’t a time of sanitized smiles and plastic perfection. It was like any other day. And yet. It was a day that the entire world change. The Lord came to us, we didn’t ascend up. He came as a little one, we didn’t become giants. Humanity is as it really is, lost and in chains. No more hypocrisy, and for that reason our Lord was crucified. Our fictions of success, power and guru-ship are challenged by the Almighty become the lowliest. His definition of strength, in all of our creatureliness, destroys man’s assumptions. And in the resurrection His hands are still scarred as He sits at the Father’s Right Hand.

I’ll leave off with a quote from  Augustine:

Man’s maker was made man,
that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother’s breast;
that the Bread might hunger,
the Fountain thirst,
the Light sleep,
the Way be tired on its journey;
that the Truth might be accused of false witness,
the Teacher be beaten with whips,
the Foundation be suspended on wood;
that Strength might grow weak;
that the Healer might be wounded;
that Life might die.