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So often I (and others I know) struggle with unbelief.  Does this make me a bad Christian?  A fickle follower of Christ?  Maybe, but I’m okay with being a bad Christian.  Don’t get me wrong, I want to be a better Christian.  I want to be able to look back over my life and see how God has worked in my heart to draw me more and more toward Him and rely more and more on Christ.  But the reason I have a measure of peace about being a potentially lukewarm/fickle Christian is that my status before God doesn’t rest on my feelings.  I am justified by Christ.  That’s it.  That, is work thanksgiving.

How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains
But there’s a voice of sov’reign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word:
“O, ye despairing sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.”

My soul obeys th’ almighty call,
And runs to this relief
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!
To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

Great Sunday (check out full details on my RUF blog). During communion this morning at Christ the King, Roanoke, I found this great hymn in the Trinity hymnal.

Not worthy, Lord! to gather up the crumbs
With trembling hand that from thy table fall,
A weary, heavy-laden sinner comes
To plead thy promise and obey thy call.

I am not worthy to be thought thy child,
Nor sit the last and lowest at thy board;
Too long a wand’rer and too oft beguiled,
I only ask one reconciling word.

One word from thee, my Lord, one smile, one look,
And I could face the cold, rough world again;
And with that treasure in my heart could brook
The wrath of devils and the scorn of men.

I hear thy voice; thou bidd’st me come and rest;
I come, I kneel, I clasp thy pierced feet;
Thou bidd’st me take my place, a welcome guest
Among thy saints, and of thy banquet eat.

My praise can only breathe itself in prayer,
My prayer can only lose itself in thee;
Dwell thou for ever in my breast, and there,
Lord, let me sup with thee; sup thou with me.

O Word of God incarnate,
O wisdom from on high,
O truth unchanged, unchanging,
O light of our dark sky;
We praise Thee for the radiance
That from the hallowed page,
A lantern to our footsteps,
Shines on from age to age.

The church from her dear Master,
Received the gift divine,
And still the light she lifteth,
O’er all the earth to shine.
It is the golden casket
Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heav’n-drawn picture
Of Christ, the living Word.

It floateth like a banner
Before God’s host unfurled;
It shineth like a beacon
Above the darkling world.
It is the chart and compass
That o’er life’s surging sea,
’Mid mists and rocks and quicksands,
Still guides, O Christ, to Thee.

O make Thy church, dear Savior,
A lamp of purest gold,
To bear before the nations
Thy true light as of old.
O teach Thy wand’ring pilgrims
By this their path to trace,
’Til, clouds and darkness ended,
They see Thee face to face.

Again, no real order or theme for the month: I’ve got more traveling coming up, as well as the fun and chaos of Thanksgiving break at the end of the month. Maybe December?

O come and mourn with me awhile,
O come ye to the Savior’s side
O come, together let us mourn,
Jesus our Lord is crucified.

Seven times He spake seven words of love;
And all three hours His silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus our Lord is crucified.

O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Lord is crucified!

O break, O break, hard heart of mine!
Thy weak self-love and guilty pride
His Pilate and His Judas were:
Jesus our Lord is crucified.

O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Lord is crucified!

A broken heart, a fount of tears,
Ask, and they will not be denied;
A broken heart love’s cradle is:
Jesus our Lord is crucified.

O love of God! O sin of man!
In this dread act Your strength is tried;
And victory remains with love;
Jesus our Lord is crucified!

This was sung at the wedding I was in yesterday. (Not by me, although I did get to play guitar while the venerable Kevin Lloyd sang “Satisfied”.)

Be Thou my vision,
O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me,
save that Thou art
Thou my best thought,
by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping,
Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my wisdom,
and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and
Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father,
and I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling,
and I with Thee one.

Riches I heed not,
nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance,
now and always:
Thou and Thou only,
first in my heart,
High king of heaven,
my treasure Thou art.

High king of heaven,
my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys,
O bright heaven’s sun!
Heart of my own heart,
whatever befall,
Still be my vision,
O ruler of all.

Sunday Hymn – Who is He?

Who is He in yonder stall,
At whose feet the shepherds fall?
Who is He in deep distress,
Fasting in the wilderness?

‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord! The King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!

Who is He the people bless
For His words of gentleness?
Who is He to whom they bring
All the sick and sorrowing?

‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord! The King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!

Who is He that stands and weeps
At the grave where Laz’rus sleeps?
Who is He the gathering throng
Greet with loud triumphant song?

‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord! The King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!

Lo! At midnight, who is He
Prays in dark Gethsemane?
Who is He on yonder tree,
Dies in grief and agony?

‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord! The King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!

Who is He that from the grave
Comes to heal and help and save?
Who is He that from His throne
Rules thro’ all the world alone?

‘Tis the Lord! O wondrous story!
‘Tis the Lord! The King of glory!
At His feet we humbly fall,
Crown Him! Crown Him, Lord of all!

I just got back from a great weekend.  Among many things, I got to do some backpacking in Shenandoah National Park at a beautiful time of year.  We hiked up to 2700 feet to camp, watched the sunset, relaxed around the fire, and hiked out through the valley, crossing streams and lightly wooded flats.  It was beautiful. This is to the tune of “Ode to Joy.”

O how glorious, full of wonder
Is thy name o’er all the earth;
Thou who wrought creations’ splendor,
Bringing suns and stars to birth!
Rapt in reverence we adore thee,
Marveling at thy mystic ways.
Humbly now we bow before thee,
Lifting up our hearts in praise.

When we see thy lights of heaven,
Moon and starts, thy power displayed,
What is man that thou shouldst love him,
Creature that thy hand hath made?
Child of earth, yet full of yearning,
Mixture strange of good and ill,
From thy ways so often turning,
Yet thy love doth seek him still.

Thou hast given man dominion
O’er thy wonders of thy hand,
Made him fly with eagle pinion,
Master over sea and land.
Soaring spire and ruined city,
These our hopes and failures show.
Teach us more of human pity,
That we in thine image grow.

O how wondrous, O how glorious
Is thy name in every land!
Thou whose purpose moves before us
Toward the goal that thou hast planned.
‘Tis thy will our hearts are seeking,
Conscious of our human need.
Spirit in our spirit speaking,
Make us sons of God indeed!

October is a busy month for this blogger.  I just got back from RUF’s Fall Conference, next weekend I’ll be backpacking with fellow interns from the area, and a couple weekends after that, I’ll be in a wedding near Asheville on Saturday, and by Sunday night, I’ll be in Atlanta for RUF Intern training.  So, anticipating a busy busy month, I’m going to pass on the “strategy” of worship and default to my normal MO for these Sunday hymns.

As I mentioned, this weekend was RUF’s Fall Conference.  Ed Dunnington, the speaker, did a great job taking us through the doctrine of sanctification: what it is, how it happens, and the ways we can stray from it.  This hymn, I think, speaks to that process of growth in grace.  (Incidentally, this is another one of those hymns where you just can’t cut out a verse or two.)

I asked the Lord that I might grow
In faith and love and every grace
Might more of His salvation know
And seek more earnestly His face

Twas He who taught me thus to pray
And He I trust has answered prayer
But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me to despair

I hoped that in some favored hour
At once He’d answer my request
And by His love’s constraining power
Subdue my sins and give me rest

Instead of this He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart
And let the angry powers of Hell
Assault my soul in every part

Yea more with His own hand He seemed
Intent to aggravate my woe
Crossed all the fair designs I schemed,
Cast out my feelings, laid me low

Lord why is this, I trembling cried
Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?
“Tis in this way” The Lord replied
“I answer prayer for grace and faith”

“These inward trials I employ
From self and pride to set thee free
And break thy schemes of earthly joy
That thou mayest seek thy all in me,

Well, I’m sick.  Being sick is certainly up there on my bottom 10, along with country music, Donald Trump’s hair, and Moon Pies.  There is one little perk to being sick, though: looking forward to the day where “sin and sorrow, pain and death, are felt and feared no more.”  See that’s the last step in this model of worship.  We move from the glory of Creation to the tragedy of the Fall, wonder at the mystery of Redemption, and hope in the future Consummation.  Somehow, that will be an even better state for the elect than our condition in the garden.  We will see Christ for who He really is, and we will no longer be able to sin.  Think about that change.  The redeemed on Earth are free to not sin (the releasing of chains in our union with Christ).  But the Redeemed in Heaven will not be free to sin!  Why we so often don’t include this hope in our services, I have no idea.

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for -
The fair, sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark had been the midnight
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The king there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between:
The Lamb with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted
More deep I’ll drink above:
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace.
Not at the crown He giveth
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Emmanuel’s land.

O I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His house of wine
I stand upon His merit -
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Emmanuel’s land.

Just One Grain of Salt…?

Wild at HeartAs many of you know, I’m an intern with RUF at Virginia Tech.  (For more info about RUF, check out this website: www.ruf.org.  And for my experience with RUF, click the link to the right.)  I’ve gotten to meet with many students from many different backgrounds, and have truly enjoyed hearing their stories, their hopes for college, and in some cases, their struggles.  In one conversation with a student, the book Wild at Heart came up in conversation, as he’s been reading it recently.  He made the comment that it really has helped him think about God and what it means that we’re made in his image.  I hadn’t read the book for myself, but have heard various reviews of it, so wanted to form an opinion of my own about it.

“Read it with a grain of salt.”  That’s what I’ve been told about many books (including this one), and what I’ve told many people to do in recommending a book.  But with this book, I’d recommend at least seven grains of salt.  Now, before you think I’m just going to rip it apart, let me say that Eldredge does offer some good observations about men in our culture.  There is a shortage of real men.  Many people have been hurt by their fathers.  But just because he identifies the problem correctly doesn’t mean that he gets the remedy right.  With that said (and realizing that I’m a little behind the times with this book), here are the grains of salt I’d recommend keeping in mind if you’re going to read this book or are talking with someone that is gushing about the book.  (And for the record, if you’re the student I’m reading through this with this semester, stop reading.)

1.  Eldredge has a low view of scripture overall, and frequently misuses scripture or takes verses out of context.

Before Chapter 1 even starts, Eldredge offers a verse that is supposed to beg the question of what it is that makes men tick.

“The heart of a man is like deep water… -Proverbs 20:5″

The only problem here, is that this is only part of the verse.  The whole verse (from the ESV) is:

“The purpose in a man’s heart is like deep water, but a man of understanding will draw it out.”

Do you see the difference?  Eldredge’s rendering makes “the heart of a man” the subject of the modifier “like deep water.”  But the Bible is clear that “like deep water” describes “the purpose in a man’s heart.”  We’ll get to this later, but our hearts are not that hard to understand.

Even more, Eldredge frequently misinterprets scripture.  For example, in the chapter about men needing “a beauty to rescue” (see number 7), the book of Ruth is said to be about Ruth using her seductive prowess to entice and encourage Boaz to do the right thing, marrying her and being her kinsman-redeemer.  I did some research, including reading various commentaries and reading some summaries of the book of Ruth, and it appears that Eldredge is the first and only author to cast the book of Ruth in this light.  Overwhelmingly, commentators point to the book of Ruth as an example of how God provides for His people.  Even “in the days when the judges ruled” (a time marked by everyone doing what was right in their own eyes), when “there was a famine in the land” (including Bethlehem, literally, house of bread), when even Jews went “to sojourn in the country of Moab” (the land outside the promised land, a traditional enemy of Israel), God still provides for His people.  (All of these problems are mentioned in verse 1 of Ruth.)

Finally, Eldredge’s low view of scripture is evidenced by the fact that he doesn’t actually refer to it that much.  Often he’ll site a movie or song for evidence of the points he wants to make, and sometimes he even makes comments about God or our nature without referencing scripture.  The fact is, Braveheart, Gladiator, Paul Simon, and Henry V get more face time in this book than Scripture does.  I’d give you some references for this problem, but just open the book and see what you come to first.

In my opinion, this is the biggest error of the book.  Many, if not all of the following problems, flow from this low view of Scripture.

2. Eldredge evidences a low view of God.

“God is a person who takes immense risks.” (30)  “From cover to cover, from beginning to end the cry of God’s heart is “Why won’t you choose Me?” (36)  “God has been trying to initiate you for a long time.” (105)  “When [Jesus] encounters the guy who lives out in the Gerasenes tombs, tormented by a legion of spirits, the first rebuke by Jesus doesn’t work.” (166)

More than just a low view of God, Eldredge’s conception of God is inconsistent at best.  He fights for us, but is helpless to save us unless we let Him.  He has a plan, but He’s a risk-taker.  This is ridiculous.  God is sovereign.  As the Westminster Confession puts it, “God, from all eternity, did, by the most wise and holy counsel of his own will, freely, and unchangeably ordain whatsoever comes to pass.” (III.I)  And God isn’t needy, either.  He doesn’t sit around brooding, asking “Why won’t you choose me?”  If he did, no one would ever be saved.  Rather, God acted.  He calls sinners to Himself, redeems them by His own blood, and sustains them by His Spirit.  In spite of his protests, Eldredge does advocate open theism (32).

3. Eldredge clings unwaveringly to a high view of man.

Without fail, a low view of God results in a high view of man.  To be sure, we were created with class.  Man was made in the image of God (and I’m using man as male and female here).  We were created with the capacity to create, to be holy, to relate to others.  Unfortunately, the Fall tainted each of these capacities.  We create idols to substitute for God, we pursue our own desires over holiness, and our relationships are, no matter how good, broken.  In the Fall, we all “became dead in sin, and wholly defiled in all the parts and faculties of soul and body.” (WCF, VI.II)

WyattEldredge lingers on the “created in God’s image” without recognizing the full extent of the Fall.  He does mention the Fall, but doesn’t seem to see it as the problem that it is.  For example, Adam’s sin seems to be somewhat… noble.  After Eve ate the fruit, Eldredge suggests that Adam chose Eve other God.  For proof of this, he encourages us to look around at all the “art, poetry, music, drama devoted to the beautiful woman.” (116)  Without a doubt, some of the most beautiful poetry has been written for love: “O my luve’s like a red, red rose/ That’s newly sprung in June;” “Wait in thy cushioned chair/ Wi’ thy white bosom bare./ Kisses are sweetest there:/ Leave it for me./ Free from the chilly air/ I will meet thee.” and of course, “Dear heart, how like you this?”  But is our capacity to recognize and rightly appreciate true beauty not also tainted by the Fall?  Are we to also look to the billions spent (and made) each year on pornography and assume that there is something good there?  The billions spent on war and assume that this is always right?  Our longing for something does not mean that it is worthy of worship.

The fallacy here comes from Eldredge’s repeated insistence that the heart is good (134, among others).  For some reason, this good heart is the one that God gave us but we somehow lost and need to reclaim.  Or it is our true heart that we need to reclaim so that God can regenerate us… I’m not really sure. (There’s a lot of inconsistency in this book.)

Yes, believers have been given a new heart, a heart of flesh instead of a heart of stone, but it is not perfect.  What’s more, Eldredge never once mentions the necessity of Christ’s death to provide us with this new heart, nor the fact that we must confess our sin and repent to be able to claim Christ’s righteousness as our own.  In fact, it seems that the first step in our “journey,” according to Eldredge, is admitting that we’ve been wounded by others (apparently for every guy it’s a wound inflicted by his father: I can’t identify with this), not that we have and continue to sin against God and man.

For further evidence that our heart is not good, read the Bible.  I’m not kidding.  Genesis 5 (and he died… and he died… ), Judges (everyone did what was right in his own eyes), Psalms (surely I was sinful at birth 51:5), Jeremiah (the heart is deceitful above all things 17:9), Matthew (out of the heart come evil thoughts, murder…etc 15:19), Romans (I do not do the good I want.. ch 7), etc.

4. Eldredge displays a low view of the church.

Positive side of the argument: whenever Eldredge does mention the church, it is to rag on it for emasculating men, exhausting women, and being bastions of “nice people.”

Negative side of the argument: whenever Eldredge talks about seeking God, he suggests heading to the wilderness.  (For this, he offers the example of Jesus, who was led into the wilderness by the Spirit of God.  True, but Jesus went into the wilderness to be tempted by Satan, not to find God.)

God promises to be with His people, active in and zealous for His church.  Why would we not seek Him where He promises to be?  (For more about the importance of the church, read The Enduring Community by Brian Habig and Les Newsom or Why We Love the Church by Ted Kluck and Kevin DeYoung.)

5. Eldredge constantly references extra revelation other than scripture.

Movies, poems, songs, dreams, and voices (I’m not being petty here, he actually claims to hear voices).  Rather than providing pictures of truth or analogy for how God deals with his people, Eldredge says flat out that God speaks to him through these things.  “God’s word to me comes in many ways–through sunsets and friends and films and music and wilderness and books.  But he’s got an especially humorous thing going with me and books.  I’ll be browsing through a secondhand book shop when out of a thousand volumes one will say, “Pick me up” – just like Augustine in his Confessions.  Tolle legge–take up and read. (200)  First of all, Augustine heard children singing, and the book he took up and read was The Bible (Augustine’s Confessions, Book 8, Chapter XII).  Second, there appears to be no effort made by Eldredge to test these spirits (I John 4).  In fact, the only litmus test to discern whether these voices/dreams/messages are from God or Satan seems to boil down to this: if it sounds good, it’s from God.  If not, it’s of Satan.

6. Eldredge evidences a works-righteousness view of salvation.

As I mentioned before, there is no mention in the book about repentance of sins and relying on Christ for our righteousness.  In addition, much of this book is about what we must do, whether to reclaim our heart, approach God, pursue our “beauty,” etc.  Justification by grace alone through faith alone cannot be found in this book.

7. Eldredge posits his personal experiences and self-discovery as the pattern for all men.

This is nowhere more blatant than in the “every man needs a beauty to rescue” sections.  I want to scream out, “What about single guys!?”  Jesus certainly comes to rescue the church, but does my lack of a girlfriend or a wife somehow make me 2/3 of a man? (There are three desires/needs in the heart of every man, apparently.)  Were Joseph, Daniel, Elijah, John the Baptist, and Paul somehow not real men because they weren’t married?  Eldredge claims in the book that we must allow God the freedom to work differently in different people, yet suggests that his experience, struggles, journey, wounds, and… vision quest (okay, now I am poking a little fun) are somehow universal.

Like I said, read this book with at least seven grains of salt.  And a Bible.

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