Merry Christmas: Ready to Rage?!

Recent article from the bulletin at church…

You know those words that hit hard and cut deep? The kind that you sense the world needs more of?

Kaj Munk spoke such words.

Born in Denmark in 1898, he went on to become a playwright and pastor. During World War II, his intense and outright criticisms of the Nazi movement led to his arrest and execution. Sometime prior to his death, he spoke these words:

“What is, therefore, our task today? Shall I answer: “Faith, hope, and love”? That sounds beautiful. But I would say—courage. No, even that is not challenging enough to be the whole truth.

Our task today is recklessness. For what we Christians lack is not psychology or literature… we lack a holy rage—the recklessness that comes from the knowledge of God and humanity.

The ability to rage when justice lies prostrate on the streets, and when the lie rages across the face of the earth… a holy anger about the things that are wrong in the world. To rage against the ravaging of God’s earth, and the destruction of God’s world. To rage when little children must die of hunger, when the tables of the rich are sagging with food. To rage at the senseless killing of so many, and against the madness of militaries. To rage at the lie that calls the threat to death and the strategy of destruction peace. To rage against complacency. To restlessly seek that recklessness that will challenge and seek to change human history until it conforms to the norms of the Kingdom of God.

And remember the signs of the Christian Church have been the Lion, the Dove, and the Fish… but never the chameleon.”

Christmas season is a time of merriment, joy, peace, and more. Somehow the word “rage” hardly seems appropriate. Yet the coming of Christ signifies an act of God driven by dissatisfaction with a current state of affairs. His children dead in their sins, destroying themselves and each other—something needed to be done.

And so the greatest “invasion” of all time was set into motion, one in which we are redeemed and then recruited.

Ready?

Unashamed Love

I’ve been introduced to the music of Jason Morant recently.  Seriously good stuff for me in the past couple weeks.  He sings a song called “Unashamed Love”.  Sometimes song lyrics are a dumb thing to post on a blog, I realize.  Minus the music and voice, these could easily just look like words; just more typing on an already cluttered net.

But here it is for what it’s worth.  I’m loving that chorus lately–simple and focusing for a frequently distracted fellow like myself.

You’re callin’ me to lay aside
The worries of my day,
To quiet down my busy mind and
Find a hiding place.
Worthy, You are worthy.


I open up my heart and
Let my spirit worship Yours.
I open up my mouth and
Let a song of praise come forth.
Worthy, You are worthy…


Of a childlike faith
And of my honest praise
And of my unashamed love.
Of a holy life
And of my sacrifice
And of my unashamed love.

New Man in Town

Head coach Kent Austin…

Time for a new era in Riderville!

If Austin can lead us to another Grey Cup now in the role of coach, I suspect the province will give him a gold-plated grain elevator, a highway named after him, his image etched into a canola crop, a guest appearance on Corner Gas, and status as the official saint of Saskatchewan.

Come on Kent–go for the gold!

Shannon’s Blog

Yes, she’s decided again that blogging is good and even useful for a few things.

Care for some honest thoughts from the woman I love?

Then go HERE.

Scattered

Do you ever get in that place?

Trains of thought are only two cars long.

The “groove” is so shallow that it’s actually more like a “plain”.

The one task that really needs the focus keeps getting body-checked by ten others that don’t.

Yeah, I’m there.

Even so, life is actually quite enjoyable these days.

Shannon and I are in the midst of fun times together, as we adapt to life back at home.  We’re on holiday from our weekly dance lessons but have traded it in for some weight-lifting a few times per week.  We’re trying to add ripped-ness to our rhythm!  Definitely time to get all the leftover Halloween candy out the door.

I’ve found my guitar in my hands more recently than I have for a long time.  That’s not saying much, aside from the fact that I forgot how much fun this can be.

I did some great laughing and some fun strumming with friends last night.

I’ve re-connected with a childhood friend of mine over the past couple months.  This has been one of my highlights since coming home.  Simply an easy guy to enjoy.  We’re lined up to get season tickets together for the 2007 Rider season, which of course, will finally be OUR year.  I suspect that our lives have intersected for a reason; yes, even more than Riders tickets.

I’m playing on the Glen Elm Kings hockey team.  My name’s got a goal beside it 5 of the last 6 games too.  Yes sir, that’s 5 goals in the last 15 years from a once-again-rookie.  Call me Malkin, if you must.

I decided to change my set-for-months sermon topic for Sunday just moments ago.  Call me nuts, if you must.

I’m eating beef jerky at work today.  Call me a hick, if you must.

I think the Toronto Raptors might win their division this year.  Call me a dreamer, if you must.

I still count John Close among my closest friends.  Call me desperate, if you must.

Yes sir, this is Scattered.  Signing off…