Monday, May 05, 2008

Waiting on Pentecost

Pentecost is one of my favorite seasons of the Christian year. This will be the first Pentecost Sunday that I have missed in worship since I can remember. Out of habit, I went to the General Board of Discipleship's Web site.

If you are creating Pentecost worship experiences, check out Safiyah Fosua's "Pentecost Fire."

Grace and peace ...

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Finding my way on "The Road to Daybreak"

Those around me have occasionally heard the name Henri Nouwen escape from my lips. Nouwen died in 1996, but I am certain his writings have continued to inspire others in the same manner in which they inspire me.

Over the past two years, I have written many times about walking through a spiritual desert. I recently picked up my copy of "The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey" and have been reading it as a devotional. It was recommended to me by my first assigned mentor, the Rev. Jim Bailes, in 2000. I was preparing for a short-term mission trip to Antigua, Guatemala. God used Nouwen's journal as a way to prepare me for many things, not just that singular experience.

I believe God is once again using Nouwen in my life.

Grace and peace ...

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Still get the occasional Hep C e-mail ...

I still get the occasional e-mail from someone who is beginning the combo tratement of PEG-Intron and Ribavirin. It's hard to believe it was three years ago that I was in that boat.

When I was first diagnosed, you had to do two Interferon shots a week and the success rate stunk for Genotype 1's, which was the genotype I had. I waited five years for something better to come along, and a year after pegylated interferon hit (PEG-Intron and Pegasys), I decided it wasn't going to get any better for a while. So, I took the plunge. It was a long journey, but I would likely do it again.

So, if you stumble upon this blog looking for Hep C information, let me be an encourager. I know not everyone had the same positive outcome, and I pray often for a cure, but it was worth the journey for me.

You can track my journey, beginning with these posts:

The Pre-Journey Column
The Friday Before Beginning Treatment on Sunday
The Treatment Begins ...

And from there, it goes on.

Grace and peace ...

P.S.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Remembering Larry the Lamb

Larry was kind enough to sign this CD cover from "Only Visiting This Planet."

NOTE: I penned this column in The (Maryville, TN) Daily Times a few years ago. (I think it was in 2004.) With Larry the Lamb now in the arms of the Great Shepherd of the Sheep, I thought it was timely to put it on the blog. The line drawing is a self-portrait by Larry.

It was an interesting plea on Larry Norman’s Web site:

“Could you look around your city and find the names and phone numbers of Christian bookstores and the churches which sell music inside their building? We’d like to contact them and see if they’re interested in Larry’s music. Thank you so much.”

So, I thought I would call one of the area Christian bookstores to get their response.

One store representative said something like, “Who? Never heard of him.”

The next one was a little more diplomatic, saying she never had anyone request his music, pretty much attributing it to a lack of airplay. “They (customers) usually come in asking about songs they’ve heard on the radio,” she explained, noting that stores don’t have time to individually deal with “just any artist.”

Pardon me for taking offense, but my response was along the lines of, “He’s pretty much the reason those folks (Christian music groups) are in your store to begin with.”

I neglected to mention the fact that Larry Norman’s breaking of fallow ground has yielded a great crop of green for Christian music retailers.

OK, Norman would admit that it wasn’t his work alone, but this really gripes my butter.

Granted, most of you readers have never heard of Larry Norman, particularly if are not Contemporary Christian Music (CCM) fans.

But for more than 30 years Norman has been referred to as the “father of Christian rock.” Nowadays, with the exploding CCM industry arguably entering a second and possibly even a third generation, he should probably be referred to as the “grandfather” of CCM. (Sorry, Larry.)

According to The Gospel Music Hall of Fame’s biography of Norman, his recording ministry began in 1966. His band People! opened for groups such as The Grateful Dead, The Doors, Janis Jolin and The Byrds. People! had a pop song entitled “I Love You!” that topped the secular charts and is among the more than 300 covers done by variety of non-gospel artists.

Rock artists ranging from Bob Dylan, to John Mellencamp, U2 and Van Morrison are said to be fans. The most telling statement of his originality and creativity in the rock arena: “Pete Townshend (of The Who) credited Larry’s own rock-opera, ‘The Epic,’ for inspiring the rock-opera ‘Tommy.’”

Unfortunately, it was all of those accolades from secular sources that caused suspicion in Christian quarters.

By 1969, Norman had recorded three albums for Capitol Records, the last of which was “Upon This Rock,” that included the original “left-behind” song, “I Wish We’d All Been Ready.” As “evangelical” a song as it was, becoming an anthem for the Jesus Movement, the album “Upon This Rock” was banned by Christian bookstores for about two years.

There is far more to the Larry Norman story than can be told here, but the question remains: Why does Larry have such a hard time getting into Christian bookstores? Truthfully, in 1999, a CD project of various artists covering his songs, entitled “One Way: The Songs of Larry Norman,” made it to the shelf. However, Larry’s classic albums — “Upon This Rock,” “Only Visiting This Planet,” “Stranded in Babylon,” and others — never seem to see the light of day in U.S. stores. Truth be known, Norman’s music does well in Europe, where retailers appear not to have any problem dealing with smaller labels, such as Solid Rock or Phydeaux.

Perhaps it’s not a retailer or airplay problem at all. Perhaps the issue has its roots in the attitudes of the church.

True, the lyrics are probing, even risqué at times — so much so, they are a bit uncomfortable, even though evangelical. Take, for example, “Why Don’t You Look Into Jesus,” from “Only Visiting This Planet”:

Drinking whiskey from a paper cup, you drown your sorrows til you can’t stand up.

Take a look at what you’ve done to yourself, why don’t you put the bottle back on the shelf.

Yellow fingers from your cigarettes, your hands are shakin’ while your body sweats.

Why don’t you look into Jesus, he’s got the answers.

If you’re going to affect society, sometimes you have to face it squarely on its own turf.

Again, given the sameness of much of CCM today, Norman’s approach may be part of what makes the industry — and the church — uncomfortable.

In one interview, cited by Donald Hughes’ in a column headlined, “Being Larry Norman,” Norman minced few words:

“Christian music barely affects society anymore. It’s really become a microcosmic subculture without much power to change lives. It’s like a soda fountain for Christians where they can go to taste different flavors. The best Christian music comes from the artists who work outside the industry and consider themselves ministers of the message, not purveyors and panderers.”

Norman told an interviewer for CCM magazine, “Christian music isn’t supposed to be polite. It’s supposed to be relevant.”

In a way, Larry kisses the culture; however, you could never say he beds down with it the way some CCM artists do.

Outside of his ministry struggles, Norman has faced other problems:

  • There was a 1978 airplane accident resulted in partial brain damage that took years to overcome.
  • In 1992, he suffered a severe heart attack, and like so many people has had to deal with issues of what insurers will and won’t cover in terms of costly treatments.

When he was inducted into the Gospel Music Hall of Fame in 2001, his son Michael flew to Nashville to accept the honor
and deliver a speech to the attendees.

Last fall, he performed what is likely to be his last concert.

As one who has benefited from Norman’s artistry, and the fields he plowed and seeded for others to harvest, this less than benign neglect on the part of the church — and the money-making machines associated with the church — pains me.

I’ve e-mailed the names of Christian retailers to Solid Rock with hopes that the stores will see fit to stock Norman’s records. I guarantee they’ll sell at least as well as some — if not better than most — of the artists they stock.

And let me offer you this: If you have never heard Larry Norman’s music, come out to the Greenway Music Festival at Green Meadow United Methodist Church, 1633 Louisville Road, Alcoa, on July 10. From noon to 7 p.m., there will be a number of Christian bands playing. In between sets we will be featuring Larry Norman’s music, and even giving away a couple of CDs (perhaps signed by “Larry the Lamb” himself) and a “Rock The Flock” T-shirt.

A warning though: You may never be the same.

After all, as Larry would say, “Why Should The Devil Have All The Good Music?”


The Official Larry Norman Web site: www.larrynorman.com

‘Jesus Music’ Web site: www.one-way.org


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Larry Norman's gone home ...

God has a way of keeping me humble as a journalist: He usually lets my wife find out about the big stories before I do. Now it seems he's taken to using others: Richard Richter, a real mentor to me, called me today and some time into our conversation he said, "Man, I saw on the news ticker that Larry Norman died and I thought of you."

"What? Larry Norman died?"

I hadn't been on the wire today, so I missed the news.

Sure enough, Larry has gone home. you can read the news on LarryNorman.com

My kids tease me about how most of my favorite artists have left this world. I now have to add Larry the Lamb to that list.

I'll post more thoughts later.

Grace ... and peace to his brother, Charles, and the rest of the family.

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Saturday, January 26, 2008

Inspired, but unsettled ...

Daughter Elizabeth interviews Shane Claiborne at Divine Rhythm.

It’s after 11 p.m. Saturday night and I really should be in bed, but I feel a need to get some of my emotions on paper (OK, in bits and bytes) before going to bed.

The past 24-plus hours of word and worship at Divine Rhythm have been inspiring, unsettling, and even filled with hope.

Joining with hundreds of others in worship led by the Michael Gungor worship team renewed my spirit. They were authentic worshippers leading others who sought to engage the Spirit through authentic worship. It was inspiring and filling.

But I was also unsettled in that Shane Claiborne’s words reminded me of my own life of spiritual contradictions (of course, it was not the first time). The contradictions did not fill me with guilt, but with hope in that I continue to recognize them for what they are: The struggle to live like Jesus while walking in the world.

And therein lies the hope, for as long as there is a struggle, there is hope.

Grace and peace ...

We are God-dust ...




One of my favorite songs from 1969 was written by Joni Mitchell, but it was really made famous by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

If you are a baby boomer, you likely know the song and the festival it memorializes: “Woodstock.”

The chorus goes:

“We are stardust, we are golden; We are billion-year-old carbon; and we got to get ourselves back to the garden.”

The song personified the baby boom generation — a generation of which I was on the cusp, having been born in 1956. I was only 13 when “Woodstock” took place, but within a year or two I began to embrace the countercultural persona. The last photo taken before I left for Navy boot camp shows me in a Wrangler jacket, hair flowing to the shoulders, and a copy of Abbie Hoffman’s “Revolution for the Hell of It” in my hands.

The hair didn’t last long and I have no idea what happened to the book. (If you doubt the hair, thinking I’ve always been this bald, go to http://www.buzztrexler.com/.)

“Woodstock” has run through my head for nearly four decades, but I only recently discovered the second line of the chorus: “We are billion-year-old carbon.” I always mumbled my way through that second line, because I didn’t have the lyrics — they didn’t come with 8-tracks.

What’s more fascinating is that in the last refrain that second line is replaced with these words: “We are caught in the devil’s bargain.”

Are we merely “billion-year-old carbon?”

Are we hopelessly “caught in the devil’s bargain?”

After the 13-year Human Genome Project completed the human DNA sequence — the molecular stuff of life — it didn’t take took long for companies to find a way to make a profit off of everyday consumers through such a discovery.

The New York Times reported that companies are creating services to help consumers interpret information contained in their genomes. The prices range from $985 to $2,500, depending upon the level of services.

Embryo-screening technology has been around for several years, allowing parents to identify embryos that carry serious genetic diseases. The technology is also being used to select children of the desired sex.

What characteristics might we want to propagate? What characteristics might we want to weed out of the gene pool? What about people of certain hair color, height, weight, or intelligence? What if there were a “gay gene?”

Why not make such choices, after all ...

“We are stardust, we are golden; We are billion-year-old carbon ..."

The Associated Press recently reported that scientists in California produced embryos that are clones of two men. The cloning approach involves inserting DNA from a person into an egg, and then growing the egg into an embryo about five days old before extracting the stem cells — thereby destroying the embryos.

After all …

“We are stardust, we are golden; We are billion-year-old carbon ..."

Stop.

We are not merely billion-year-old carbon.

In a sermon that recently led me to think about this “ethical quagmire,” contemporary theologian and author Leonard Sweet suggests “it’s time for Christians to call humans what the Bible calls us: ‘God-dust.’”

In a previous generation, I would say, “Right on!”

We are God-Dust! We are golden! We are far more than merely billion-year-old carbon. And we’ve got to get ourselves back to the Garden!

Certainly, there are monumental benefits that have been gained — and can be gained in the future — from genetic technology, but let us not be “caught in the devil’s bargain” of playing God by cloning humans and manipulating genes to determine an unborn child’s gender.

Let’s find our way back to the garden.

Grace and peace ...

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

"The Final Post"

Major Andrew Olmsted was serving in Iraq and maintained a blog on The Rocky Mountain News. He was cut down by a sniper Thursday, Jan. 4.

I didn't know the soldier, but judging from the blog and others' comments, he appeared to be a remarkable man.

Grace and peace to his family and friends ...

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Sunday, December 23, 2007

"The most profound things in life are often the simplest"

I received this from Tony Jones of Emergent and consider it well worth sharing in this season:

The most profound things in life are often the simplest.

The birth of a child. The birth of THE child. So simple, yet so profound that theologians have wrestled with it for 2,000 years. And, often, their prose has failed them. Instead, they've resorted to poetry.

"One of the first to wrestle the nativity into words was the author of the Fourth Gospel. "In the beginning," he wrote, "was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

In the year 380, in the first recorded Christmas sermon, Bishop Gregory Nazianzen preached, "Christ is Born, glorify ye Him. Christ from heaven, go ye out to meet Him. Christ on earth; be ye exalted. Sing unto the Lord all the whole earth; and that I may join both in one word, Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad, for Him Who is of heaven and then of earth. Christ in the flesh, rejoice with trembling and with joy; with trembling because of your sins, with joy because of your hope. Christ of a Virgin; O ye Matrons live as Virgins, that ye may be Mothers of Christ. Who doth not worship Him That is from the beginning? Who doth not glorify Him That is the Last?"

Fifteen centuries later, Charles Spurgeon preached of the incarnation: "Everything here is simple; everything is sublime. Here is that simple gospel, by which the most ignorant may be saved. Here are profundities, in which the best-instructed may find themselves beyond their depth. Here are those everlasting hills of divine truth which man cannot climb; yet here is that plain path in which the wayfaring man, though a fool, need not err, nor lose his way."

Merry Christmas, friends. May you make room in your hearts, lives, and families for the babe in the manger. And may your mouth be filled with poetry!

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