Archive for the ‘Postmodernism’ Category

HAPPY! HAPPY! HAPPY!

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

A new book called SHORT HISTORY OF WOMEN by Kate Walbert introduces a 70 year old female protagonist named Dorothy who suddenly leaves her husband. Abandons him. No apparent reason, but she needs to be free. “I’m not cruel, just unhappy.”

No, we don’t want Dorothy to be unhappy do we? I mean what does it mean for a woman and a man to be married for 50 years and one suddenly decides he/she doesn’t want to be married? Walbert would have us think that Dorothy’s self-indulgent abuse of her poor husband as “cruel but necessary.” I call it vain, stupid, and just plain evil.

Now I understand why my Aunt Edith Fay left my Uncle John at their 50th anniversary party. He was a tough old goat and probably deserved having his marriage abrogated long ago. One would like better timing, “Happy anniversary dear… and by the way—I am finished with you!”

I wasn’t there but I heard Aunt Edith Fay and Uncle John had a typical robust fight, surprising no one. But this time Aunt Edith Fay had had enough.

But Aunt Edith Fay did not leave Uncle John because her rights were violated. Nor was she seeing anyone else (!) and she certainly does not believe in women’s rights (I don’t think she has voted Democrat in her life).

And I am not justifying Aunt Edith Fay’s actions. But separating from Uncle John is not the same as what Dorothy did. And, to her credit, Aunt Edit Fay called it what it is and stayed married to Uncle John.

We should be much gentler with one another, don’t you think? And we should work harder to preserve the sacred relationships that God has entrusted with us. We should be less concerned about our own rights and more about what God wants us to do.

Gratefulness

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

“If one is to win honor in battle, he must by all means/stand his ground strongly, whether he be struck or strike down another.” (Homer, ILIAD, Book XI)

As Karen and I travel across country, we often listen to audio CD stories. In one of the stories we enjoyed, the husband (a quintessential post-modern) decided that he did not love his wife anymore and “decided it was inevitable that I end this marriage.”

I wonder why I am so happy being married to Karen for 32 years. I was thinking that particularly on July 2 (our anniversary). For one thing Karen is drop dead gorgeous—she always has been. She is a superb mom and excellent wife. But there is more to our marriage than these things. Let me explain.

Karen and I were preparing for our marriage long before we knew each other. We met in 1976 but in 1971, a few months after I committed my life to Christ, I had committed myself to Karen—even before I knew her. At a Josh MacDowell rally I promised to remain chaste until I was married. And, in a less spectacular way, Karen had made the same promise years before we met.

So, before we knew each other, much less married to each other, we had decided to live by God’s laws. If one is to win honor in battle, he must by all means stand his ground strongly, whether he be struck or strike down another.

This is an important point. We were committed to God’s law long before we were committed to one another. So, when we finally met, we had developed a “habit” of obeying God—even when it was hard to do so. Not that we were perfect, but in this area at least, we had overcome temptation and lived a faithful life.

So we were “married” so to speak before we were married. Or at least we were preparing for our marriage anyway. People ask me why I have been so faithful to Karen—well they don’t ask me much anymore—being 56 and, well, “stocky,” but some of my unsaved friends asked me.

My response is that it has been a pleasure to be faithful to her. Besides the fact she is so darn beautiful and smart and faithful herself I had decided to be faithful to her long before I met her. Much less married her. So my “faithfulness” is not about Karen so much as it is about God. If one is to win honor in battle, he must by all means stand his ground strongly, whether he be struck or strike down another.

The longer we are married the more I plumb the depths of this love I have for this woman and I must tell you that the predominate feeling I have is gratefulness. “Gratefulness?” you ask.

Yes, gratefulness. I am grateful God honored me with such a life partner. Gratefulness. I suppose that is the best way as any to describe how love is with old warriors who have loved themselves for so long. If one is to win honor in battle, he must by all means/stand his ground strongly, whether he be struck or strike down another.

Post-modernism worships the subjective, the consensus. The love Karen and I have is not about how we feel or what the majority think. It is about a man and a woman who love God, love each other, and intend to be faithful to both loves as long as they live.

My Shiloh

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

East Liberty is a mean, ungenerous place to most. You have to be strong to survive and spirit filled to be victorious. We were both. And East Liberty felt good to me. Not because I want to move back–I do not. But I once prayed for this place, cried for this place. For a while, it was my Promised Land. A place where I put down my roots to eternity. It was my Shiloh. God waited for me in the coolness of the evening and I came.

Likewise this city, my city, Johnstown, feels like home. I have prayed over its buildings, walked through its streets, cried for its children. It has been my Promised Land for five years. And I thank God for the time here.

I thank God for all that He has taught me since I entered the ministry over twenty years ago. He has always done what He has said that He will do. He is good. Really good. And so, so very faithful. He has always loved me and He continues to show me His love in so many ways.

Like my children. Rachel is turning into quite a young woman of God. On the mission field. In El Salvador. Jessica is showing signs of being an intercessor; my little Deborah–a warrior for the Lord! And my oldest son, Timothy. What a miracle! Strong, smart, and himself growing in the Lord. Every week God is revealing Scripture to him. And he is listening. And my youngest, Peter. Named after my20father-in-law whom I love and admire so much. Peter is so sensitive, like his mother, and also principled. And Karen. What a woman of God! Standing firm. Storming the gates of hell if necessary for us all. Developing a life changing ministry in learning disability therapy. An intercessor. I am so proud of her and grateful that God sent her to be me best friend and companion.

Yes, I have so much to thank God for. He is so faithful. Let the winds blow in our lives. Let the flood waters rise. We stand on the rock that cannot fail. We will not be overcome! Remember well the great things that He is doing in your lives. Mark them down in your hearts. Remember them. Celebrate His faithful. We truly serve an awesome God!

Come let us praise the Lord and glorify His name forever!

Christmas Message

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

It is Christmas time again and like an old, drafty but proud house this ancient institution tries its best to keep the metaphysical out of this august holiday. No Christmas music, no Christmas decorations. Nothing that remotely resembles the real reason for the season. Oh a jolly St. Nick or an effeminate reindeer is allowed. Of course. But no Baby Jesus. Of course.

But it can’t be stopped. Like a cold front transversing the land, the wind blows slowly, ever so slowly, but consistently against this old house, this public school. More and more wind comes through the old windows, created to keep out more overt but less ubiquitous intruders—like rain and snow. But the wind, the spirit, continues to blow. Until it is at gale force and nothing can stop it. Nothing. A smile on a child’s face as he hears a good word. A faint echo of “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” waffles through the hall. A subversive Christian slips and says, “Merry Christmas!”

What is to be done? The doors are taped, the windows caulked, but it is to no avail. The spirit still comes. Christmas comes. Nothing can stop it. Until one day we all pause and smile and remember, even in this old house, even in this old godless place, called public education, we cannot help ourselves—we greet each other with “Merry Christmas!” Tentatively at first, and then with gusto. It is as if the Christ child is born anew into our hearts. Or rather the child in us is reborn. That Christmas memory, candlelight church service, the memory of Luke 2 competes with and then replaces the dark hopelessness of our age. And it wins. It always wins.

Like Deborah in Judges 5 we sign our songs of joy and of hope in a hopeless land. We dance, and praise the Lord together. And we experience life anew.

There are days when I wonder what happened to me—the presumptuous saint who saw himself influencing milllions, making millions, changing worlds and making new ones. In Jesus name. But here I am, a lowly English teacher in a public school this Christmas season. I am exiled from home and family, living in a little garage apartment. But as I examine the spectacle unfolding around me, I give God thanks. I thank him for the wind. Oh, no, it is more than a wind. It is storm!

I thank my Father for the storm that Jesus Christ our Lord brings, even to this secular place. I thank Him for Angelique, and Debbie, and Vincent. I thank him for Mary and Stephen. The Christian thinker Henri Nouwen, at the end of this life, observed that God’s touch makes all things “beloved.” He has touched the unsaved and the saved alike in this old institution. Yes He has touched my heart again. And in the backwaters of life I hold my candle high and I thank God for this time, this place, these people. And I call them, and I call myself, beloved. Merry Christmas!

A BRAVE NEW WORLD

Thursday, September 20th, 2007

Aldous Huxley’s vision of the future in his astonishing 1931 novel Brave New World continues to intrigue me. Huxley’s world is one in which Western civilization has been maintained through the most efficient scientific and psychological engineering, where people are genetically designed to be useful to the ruling class. The Controller has a meeting with John, the Savage, in the climactic confrontation of the book. John laments that the world has paid a high price for happiness by giving up art and science. The Controller adds religion to this list and says, “God isn’t compatible with machinery and scientific medicine and universal happiness.” The Controller, in Huxley’s 1931 voice, is stating the essence of Postmodernism. Postmodernism, which emerged after 1990, is inherently suspicious of modernity and its fervent commitment to epistemology and science. Postmodernism celebrates subjectivity ­not unlike the early 19th century transcendentalists­ but without the focused metaphysical edge of eccentric believers like Emerson and Thoreau. No, Postmodernism is a post-Jean Paul Sartre movement that can no longer cozy up to any cosmology and is caught in the throes of human subjectivity. As one critic explains, “For Huxley, it is plain, there is no need to travel into the future to find the brave new world; it already exists, only too palpably, in the American Joy City, where the declaration of dependence begins and ends with the single-minded pursuit of happiness.” The Postmodern pursuit of happiness has a decidedly selfish edge and wouldn’t be recognized by the Founding Fathers. Scholar Peter Bowering concludes: In the World-State man has been enslaved by science, or as the hypnopaedic platitude puts it, “Science is everything.” But, while everything owes its origin to science, science itself has been paradoxically relegated to the limbo of the past along with culture, religion, and every other worthwhile object of human endeavor. It is ironic that science, which has given the stablest equilibrium in history, should itself be regarded as a potential menace, and that all scientific progress should have been frozen since the establishment of the World-State. And so it goes . . .