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To what degree am I a product of the Enlightenment?

Don’t worry. This is not a navel-gazing post. Writing it is a means of processing some information that is almost in my grasp but is not yet quite secure. If writing it is helpful for me, reading it just may be helpful for you?

As a ‘career cross-cultural worker,’ I’ve thought about, and even taught about, differences in worldviews. “It’s not necessarily wrong, but just different,” I tell potential cross-cultural workers. That’s especially relevant when it comes to ‘good manners,’ whether one ‘deserves’ respect because of one’s position or because of one’s achievements, and seeing people primarily as individuals or as members of communities.

However, I’ve only recently become aware of how deeply my own worldview has been impacted by the ‘Age of Enlightenment.’ This has come to light as I read one of those ‘must-read’ books to which I often refer to but hadn’t read from cover-to-cover (until now). In this book, South African missiologist and theologian David J. Bosch posits that, “… the entire modern missionary enterprise is, to a very real extent, a child of the Enlightenment.” (Bosch, Transforming Mission: Paradigm Shifts in Theology of Mission, Orbis Books, 1991, page 274.)

That got me thinking. If he is right, then to what degree am I a product of the Enlightenment? In fact, what IS the Enlightenment?

This could become a very long, very dense post, but fear not. I am determined to keep it to a manageable length. If all goes according to plan, I’ll continue to ‘think through writing’ on this topic over the coming weeks.

“If there is something you know, communicate it. If there is something you don’t know, search for it.”— An engraving from1772. The engraving is by Benoît-Louis Prévost Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=314800

What is ‘the Enlightenment’?

“The Enlightenment” is collective term for a number of ‘intellectual movements’ marked by an emphasis on reason. These took place around the 17th and 18th centuries in Europe and North America. The Enlightenment didn’t start and finish on particular dates, but rather waxed and waned in different places and at different times. It encouraged questioning and inquiry. It discouraged accepting that things should be as they were just because they had always been that way. As a result, it was an age of revolution, including the American and French revolutions. It was also an age of tremendous scientific discoveries, including those that led to the production of vaccines (for smallpox) and batteries.

The diagram below shows the changes over time in the way people in Europe and North America, at least, understood their places in the world in the years preceding, then during, the Enlightenment period.

From Stan Nussbaum, “A Reader’s Guide to Transforming Mission” Orbis Books, 2005 p.70.

How did the Enlightenment impact our worldviews?

The following list of ways in which the Enlightenment has impacted our worldviews struck a chord in me. Actually, different sources emphasise different aspects, so accept these as my insights rather than ‘facts’ concerning the Enlightenment.

Cause-and-effect: For everything that can be observed, there is a natural ’cause’ and ‘effect’. This means that we can explain pretty much anything in ‘natural’ terms, leaving little room for the supernatural.

Progress: Our world is perceived as getting better and better as science and technology develops.

Individualism: We perceive ourselves to be individuals with rights. We are each unique.

Knowledge: Knowledge is understood as being there, just waiting to be discovered. It is value-free. All we have to do is put in the work.

Secularism: Life is broken into that which is ‘sacred’ and everything else, which is ‘secular.’ That which is considered ‘sacred’ is also considered ‘personal’ and usually irrelevant to society at large.

We’ve moved onto slightly different worldviews these days. ‘Modernism’ emerged in the West in the late 19th century and waned in the early 20th century. We then moved onto ‘post-modernism’ in the mid 20th century. Now, we are into ‘meta-modernism’ which vacillates between different worldviews. But these variations of ‘modernism’ are not the point of my current pondering.

What impact does the Enlightenment have on cross-cultural work?

If Bosch is correct in arguing that “… the entire modern missionary enterprise is … a child of the Enlightenment,” then I would do well to at least consider the matter.

I have spent a great many hours reading and thinking about this topic recently. Bosch’s book justifies the matter well, but I will not attempt to relay his many relevant points. Instead, I would like to focus on the example of one of those ‘heroes of the faith’ who was also a product of his time. This is the Italian Jesuit monk Matteo Ricci, who was born in the early days of Enlightenment Movements in Europe, though lived the latter half of his life in Asia.

Matteo Ricci; illustration in Guangqi Park, Shanghai, China; Wikicommons – Public Domain

Matteo Ricci’s life integrated his pursuit of science, literature, the arts and knowledge, as well as his faith in Jesus. He is known for bringing together ‘East’ and ‘West’ in ways which afforded him the respect and patronage of many of the Chinese elite and even the emperor of China himself. Although he was a prolific writer in both Latin and Chinese, as well as a translator in both directions, he is best known for his work on the 1602 world map which he made along with Chinese cartographers. It was the first Chinese map which showed the Americas. Australia, however, was portrayed as just part of a blob, along with other land presumed to be in the Southern Hemisphere but which had not yet been officially ‘discovered.’ If you’re interested, you can see the map here: https://umedia.lib.umn.edu/item/p16022coll251:8823/p16022coll251:8816

Ricci’s commitment to minimise confusion caused simply by cultural differences is what impresses me most about him. In his early years in China, he dressed as a Buddhist monk but later, on the advice of trusted local friends, adopted the dress of a Chinese scholar. Throughout his adult life, however, he lived consistently as a Jesuit monk, regardless of his clothing. ‘The Rites Controversy’ is an issue that has divided missionary communities and the church in China over and over again throughout the centuries and which is beyond the scope of this blog post. Suffice to say that Ricci was a staunch proponent of incorporating Christian content into local customs, much to the disapproval of certain other parties. Such attempts at adaptation were a policy of his religious order at the time and not simply a personal conviction. Nevertheless, I admire him tremendously for how he embraced such efforts.

Ricci died in 1610 at the age of 57, the same age that I am as I write these words. It seems young from my perspective, but it was in the era before antibiotics and many other wonders of modern medicine. Local laws at the time required the body of any foreigner who died in China to be transported out of the country, but an exception was made for this esteemed scholar. His grave can be visited in Beijing today.

If you’re interested in learning more about the Venerable Matteo Ricci, check out this website: https://www.britannica.com/biography/Matteo-Ricci

Pulling it all together

When I am tempted to despair at the way that my worldview is so tightly entwined with my cultural background, I think of Ricci. He willingly put aside the trappings of (at least some of) his culture, and took on local lifestyles, while remaining committed to his faith. Yet in other ways, Ricci was well and truly a product of his time. That included many ways which were well received, including his knowledge of and contribution to science, literature and cartography. It also included ways that, today, we would consider ‘flawed.’ I’m thinking now of his role in the slave trade. If you’re interested, you can read more here: https://thechinaproject.com/2020/08/05/matteo-ricci-and-the-slave-trade-that-connected-portugal-with-macao/

God uses people of specific places and times, but at the same time, there is no excuse for not taking a good, hard, critical look at our worldviews and adjusting our words and actions accordingly. Ricci modelled this well. Not perfectly, perhaps, but well. (I do wish he had taken a stand against slavery.) He was a man of his times, but he was also able to shape the message he both spoke and lived in ways that removed layers which were simply ‘cultural’. Instead, he clothed his message in Eastern culture, both literally and figuratively.

To what degree am I a product of the Enlightenment?

I’m not 100% a product of the Enlightenment, but, as I read and reflect, I realise that Enlightenment worldviews have impacted me significantly. However, I’m also influenced by modernism, post-modernism and even meta-modernism … though I have to keep looking up the definitions of these words to be sure.

As I draw these thoughts to a close, can I ask you to join me in sending up a quick prayer right now for any followers of Jesus you know who are working in cross-cultural settings. May they have wisdom and ability to recognise their own worldviews. May they not deny the influences that have made them who they are, but may they be able to communicate effectively without their message becoming confused and confusing due simply to differences in how people see the world. May they, like Matteo Ricci, find that sweet spot of both being authentically ‘themselves’ while also building deep relationships with people different to themselves.

Above all, may God be glorified.

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An important Buddhist holiday in Thailand

A full moon hangs in the sky tonight.

This is not just any full moon.

Here in Thailand, it is the full moon of the third lunar month of the year 2568 BE (Buddhist Era). Thailand counts years beginning from the generally accepted date of the death of Gautama Buddha. In contrast, in Australia, we count years beginning from the generally accepted date of the birth of our Lord Jesus.

Today is a public holiday in Thailand. It is the Buddhist ‘Makha Bucha Day.’ This day commemorates a spontaneous meeting of the Buddha with 1,250 monks, all of whom were believed to have been ‘enlightened’. Under the light of the full moon of the third lunar month some 45 years before the Buddhist Era (BE) began, far off in North India, it is believed that Gautama Buddha gave an important teaching summarising the core principles of Buddhism.

These days, Makha Bucha Day is a nationwide holiday in Thailand. It is illegal to sell alcohol today, and those that do may be punished with up to six years imprisonment and/or a hefty fine. Buddhism condemns the use of intoxicants, including alcohol. Some tourists will not be happy, but this is not their country, so tough luck.

Today I wandered around the grounds of three temples. Well, strictly speaking, I wandered around the grounds of one, the carpark of another, and stood in the driveway of a third. Crowds of people did all they could to earn merit.

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They made offerings of flowers and money. They purchased caged animals in order to set them free. They paid money to draw sticks and ascertain their fortune by correlating the numbers with explanatory information. They burnt candles. They followed chanting monks around holy sites. They even ‘mailed letters’ in the names of loved ones to earn merit for them.

Where are Christ’s people today? For there are followers of Jesus living here in Thailand. I do not expect them to be at the temples earning merit on this auspicious day. Instead, I imagine them in their homes and communities, reflecting the hope and confidence we have in Jesus to their family and friends.

Tonight I offer to God a prayer for my Thai sisters and brothers, wherever they may be. Perhaps you could join me as you look at the pictures of these people, whom God loves, striving to be ‘good enough’.

May Christ’s followers in Thailand share by word and example the certain hope they have for ultimate enlightenment through Jesus, the Light of the World.

May Christ’s followers in Thailand share the liberating truth that Jesus has dealt with suffering once and for all on the cross, earning ‘merit’ for us that we can never deserve.

May Christ’s followers in Thailand brightly reflect the light of Jesus to all around them, just like the full, round moon tonight is reflecting the light of the sun.

Lord Jesus, Light of the World, may your glory be reflected through your people in this beautiful nation.

In Jesus’ name we pray,

Amen

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Discipline, distractions and a rose-y retreat

When red roses feature in particular contexts, I imagine them to be God’s special touch. Today was no exception. 

It’s day one of my ‘study retreat’ week here in Thailand. Having a gloriously empty week between meetings, my plan is to work hard each day.

Not all day every day. Only half of each day. I am also looking forward to catching up with friends and soaking up the atmosphere of Chiang Mai. 

This morning, I plugged through college reading and note-taking. Then I went out for a haircut (a fraction of the cost of an Australian haircut), after which I intended to spend time in a favourite garden cafe to draft this blog post. 

Hair which is freshly washed, conditioned and cut

Expectations foiled

Except that the garden gate was shut. It turns out that said favourite garden cafe is closed on Mondays. 

My brow furrowed, my lips pursed and my fists clenched. As I stomped down the winding alley, I confessed (yet again) to hanging on to my own expectations and plans. In this case, it was about something as senseless as time in a particular cafe. 

Surprise

Turning the corner, my attention was caught by a very cute little cafe FULL of red roses. Real roses decorated tables. Artificial roses hung from the ceiling. And what’s more, they had salty chips (crisps) on display on the front counter. I’m a sucker for salty chips. 

In I went, thanking God that his ways are higher than mine. Ha … such a lofty thought over something as mundane as roses, coffee and chips. As it turned out, the chips were for display only and not for sale. 

Sitting by a window, with the gentle chatter of young women enjoying a birthday celebration in the background, I enjoyed an iced coffee, sans chips.

And I penned the following thoughts about discipline. 

You can just see the reflections of my T-shirt in the window. What a lovely place to sip and contemplate.

Academic discipline

Discipline is an admirable trait that I need to work on. 

In the early stages of the Doctor of Ministry course (which I’m almost halfway through), we had subjects to complete. They came with built-in deadlines, clear expectations, and I flourished. But now I am on my own. 

I need to ‘get over’ my bad habit of procrastinating. If I can’t, it will effectively mean the end to my dreams of contributing to God’s kingdom work through ‘thinking well’ and writing up said ‘good thoughts’. 

I could bow out at this point and the Australian University of Theology (which was a college until a few weeks ago!) would give me a Master of Professional Ministry in recognition of having completed all the coursework.

However, I don’t intend to do that. I most definitely will NOT do that. I am determined to succeed. But determination needs to be translated into action.

Those chips, drinks and bread are not for sale. They’re just for decoration.

Help needed

So I paid a psychologist to help me.

She is a very good psychologist, and a devout Christian. I imagined that she would address my doubts and insecurities regarding my ability to succeed in academic ventures. Perhaps she would teach me ‘mindfulness’ techniques that would help. (She is the author of one of my favourite books: ‘Christ-Centred Mindfulness’.) 

Do you know what she advised me to practise? 

Discipline. 

Specifically, discipline regarding focus on my academic work for 20 hours a week, 48 weeks a year, for the duration of my study. And beyond if I am to continue making a contribution to the missions community in my area of interest. 

“Distraction is just an urge and it will pass if you don’t indulge it,” she explained. “Ride the urge.”  

Right. 

To be fair, she also helped me to think through whether this academic journey is important to me and why. And she gave me some good tips on overcoming procrastination, including its likely root cause of perfectionism.

Success in academia is important to me because I long to ‘make a difference’ in an area of Christian mission work that has been relatively ‘unfruitful’ up to this point. On top of that, I believe this academic journey to be a divine ‘call’. It is a call which is as real as the ‘call’ to cross-cultural work was when I was young.

I always thought that I would grow to be a little old lady in Asia, but was disappointed in that expectation for a variety of reasons. Nevertheless, it appears that God has work for me to do yet, albeit from my passport country. I delight in that realisation.

These girls were celebrating a birthday. Shortly after photographing this scene, the staff emerged from the curtained door at the left of the picture with a birthday cake, lit with candles. We all sang to the birthday girl. No wonder the birthday girl’s friend was ready with her camera.

Discipline

These past few days, the theme of ‘discipline’ keeps coming up. As I prepared for our weekly BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) class this week on Revelation 12, themes included that of living for Jesus and resisting temptation. At the international church I attended yesterday, a Ghanaian preacher encouraged us from Colossians 3 to put off our ‘fleshly ways’ and live for God.

Basically, I need to just practise discipline regarding my college work. That is the particular application of all God has been bringing to my attention these past few days. I need to focus on academic work for blocks of time today, and tomorrow, and the next day. I need to repeat the pattern over and over, including once I’m back home in the busyness of everyday life (excluding a weekly day of rest).

In thinking about these matters in the rose-y cafe, I decided to try an acrostic, like some of the Hebrew writers did in the Psalms. I wrote the word ‘Discipline’ in a vertical line on the paper, then wrote sentences starting with each successive letter of the word ‘discipline’.

An acrostic

Distractions, you are temporary … I will ‘ride the urge’

Inviolable are the blocks of time I have dedicated to study

Silence the internal critic

Creativity in academia is crammed within culturally specified structures with which I am becoming familiar

Immersion in the data generates useful insights and takes a lot of time

Practise a little each day, rather than panic periodically

Let go of high expectations and just start somewhere

I commit to this practice

No excuses – push on

Effort will be rewarded if I just persevere

Drafting this blog post

Putting it into practice

Friends, it would be helpful if you could ask me from time to time how I am going regarding practising discipline in the area of academic pursuits. Ask me, please, if I am spending 20 hours a week on it. I’m easily distracted.

Today’s rose-y contemplations on day one of this study retreat encouraged me no end.

Thank you, Sovereign One, for ordering my steps in matters big and small. Help me, please, to live well for you.

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Mindfulness in a shopping centre

The following thoughts may appear somewhat judgemental, but please realise that I write as an ‘insider’. I was convicted as I sat mindfully in a shopping centre cafe today with a cake and a coffee. I was waiting for my phone battery to be replaced. And while filling in time there, I also bought a new outfit which I don’t need, but very much like…….

There are two pathways in life, analysed an ancient philosopher,
The path of folly and the path of wisdom.

Choose well. 

Laughter and chatter surround us,
Three older women converse, one wearing a Fitbit. Does she, like me, intend to move?
Two young people gaze into one another’s eyes, fingers touching.
A balding man sits alone.
“May I have little more hot water in this teapot?” he asks.

When one focuses, the noise is deafening,
A regular beat pulsates, though no melody emanates from the muddle of music.
Fake foliage adorns supporting structures above, from which yellow lights hang,
Skylights allow in sunshine but the accompanying heat is combatted by powerful air-conditioning.
High sugar, high fat treats make us feel ‘special’.

A huge hanging sign advertises a lottery, then sales, then gift cards,
Finally declaring that “Our shopping centres practise sustainability.”
‘Smart water meters’ alert management to leaks, you see,
And we should install them too.
Yet all the while, they artificially regulate the environment and encourage conspicuous consumption.

Great Creator, how often do we miss out on your best,
Substituting man-made sustenance, shelter and so-called security
For your wholesome, healthy provisions?
Forgive us. 
Deliver us from distractions of consumerist cultures.

There are two pathways in life, analysed an ancient philosopher,
The path of folly and the path of wisdom.

Choose well.

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Ladybird, ladybird…

At the end of each semester, students in the Doctor of Ministry cohort are required to write a 1000 word reflection of the past semester, focusing on our formation. It is not graded, but simply deemed ‘satisfactory’ or ‘unsatisfactory’.

(We’re required to write a reflection on an assigned book too, and I may yet make a blog post out of that too, because it was most thought-provoking.)

Do you think the Reverend Doctor who reads our submissions will mind that my reflection relates to the formation of a ladybird by the front door?!

Let me share with you the opening paragraph of my pondering.

As I prayerfully reflect on semester 2, 2024, I feel that the Lord gave me a picture of a ladybird struggling to emerge from its pupal case. Or perhaps it is simply that a ladybird is literally struggling to emerge by the front door as I type these words. The dichotomy between ‘a picture from the Lord’ and what is happening about one as one reflects is artificial. In any case, I shall frame my reflections in this document to focus on the need for struggle, hope and perseverance in various parts of life, just like that of the poor creature outside my door struggling to transition into life as a mature ladybird.

This? That? This and that?

It’s true. Of course. I did prayerfully reflect on the semester. Did I then get distracted by the wriggling, wrinkled blob by the door? Or did God draw my attention to it? Does it have to be ‘this’ OR ‘that’? Can it not be ‘this’ AND ‘that’? Or even 65% ‘this’ and 35% ‘that’?

I have been watching the pupal case for the past ten days and wondering when the ladybird would emerge. Earlier yesterday (when I wrote the reflection), I saw it arch back and forth. I’ve been back and forth myself between the home office and the front door ever since and taken about 60 photos with the macro lens. Fear not. I’ll only share a few here.

Fancy vocabulary and mushy brain

A ladybird larva, I’ve learnt, becomes a ‘pupa’. it doesn’t have a ‘cocoon’ or a ‘chrysalis’, but rather, the creature transforms into a ladybird inside the ‘pupal case’. The mature beetle eventually makes a little hole in the pupal case through which it climbs. All that I learnt as I searched online for the correct entomological vocabulary for my college paper.

‘Entomology’ is, of course, the study of insects (as opposed to ‘etymology’ which is the study of words), so I figure that ‘entomological vocabulary’ is ‘vocabulary related to insects’. My quite ordinary little brain is feeling like a mushy ‘no-longer-a-larva-but-not-yet-a-ladybird creature inside a pupal case’ by this stage of a busy semester. That description could also have formed part of my reflection on the past few months too, but I spared the Reverend Doctor from such a messy image.

Constrained

The ladybird-to-be must be SO squashed and uncomfortable in that pupal case. No wonder it keeps trying to stretch and break out. Up and down, up and down it bobs, its spiny little legs just visible if you look carefully. I want to help it. Perhaps if I were to start at the dried, crusty old end of the pupal case and make a little hole for it, it could escape its restraints. Yet I know that would mean certain death to this little creature, for it is not yet ready to emerge. In fact, I wonder if perhaps it needs the stretching and straining as part of its formation.

That’s a little like my academic studies this semester. I’m ready to research, and through that research, to impact the world … except that I’m apparently not. I am excited about the research proposal that is taking FOREVER to put together. The college allows me two semesters, but I had hoped to have completed it in one. Apparently the college knows what I need. My supervisor tells me that I’m far from ready to be released upon the world yet too, and I trust her, but really, is all this reading, writing and referencing necessary?!

‘An emerging scholar’ is how my supervisor describes me. Emerging?! I think of the ladybird in that pupal case by the front door. Yes, that feels about right. A mushy mess restrained by a crackly crusty shell.

Patience, patience. The time will come … eventually.

Can you see those little legs hanging down from the bottom end in the picture? They’re definitely something that wriggles, and I’m pretty sure that they are legs. Could they be antennae hanging down in the middle section of the pupal case?

Perseverance

There is hope. All being well, the ladybird will emerge into the sunshine some day soon. But until that hope is realised, perseverance is needed, The forming ladybird needs to persist with its wriggling and straining. That is part of its formation. I wonder if ladybugs have muscles? They must, surely. Oooooh, there is an interesting avenue of investigation that I could pursue rather than persevere with the task at hand. What was I saying? Oh, yes – perseverance.

(Yes – ladybirds do have muscles. I just checked. Of course they do.)

Perseverance … that is what I was saying. Build that muscle slowly, slowly, slowly within the confines of the pupal case, little beetle. It’s somewhat like my slow, slow progress with my academic project proposal. It might not be ready yet, but with repeated rewrites, each time incorporating the feedback provided, it will get there. And then I will be ready. And then I can make a practical contribution to missiology in my field. And that is the hope that enables me to persevere.

Did first-century Rome have ladybirds?

The apostle Paul wrote something along those lines of persevering because of hope to suffering Christians in Rome too. Only he did not refer to ladybirds. He might have done so, however, had he thought about it. Surely they would have had ladybirds in the Middle East in the first century? But back to the point. This passage was quite special to me in 2015 during a particularly difficult patch of life, and I am reminded of it again now.

There’s more to come: We continue to shout our praise even when we’re hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we’re never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary—we can’t round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit!

Romans 5:3-5 The Message

Just do it

You may wonder if I submitted all this natter about beetles to the Reverend Doctor yesterday. I did not. I submitted a nicely written reflection that covered in a methodical fashion the past semester, and which was framed around themes of ‘struggling’, ‘hope’ and ‘perseverance’. I wanted to include just one photo, but alas, the system through which we submitted would only accept text. It’s probably just as well.

All that is to say, dear friends and family, that persevering through difficulties is not all bad. In fact, it is often quite good. That’s what I’m telling myself as I face a lot more reading and a rewrite of my methodology proposal over the coming weeks. Then the literature review. Then no doubt a rewrite of the literature review. And all that before I even submit my proposal to the powers-that-be, let alone defend it before a confirmation-of-candidature panel, submit an ethics approval request and then begin the research.

It’s good. It’s very good. I’m emerging. Just persevere, self. Keep going, one word, one paragraph, one page at a time.

And that is the end of this reflection on the semester past in a non-academic format. Thanks for reading along. I hope it was ‘satisfactory’.

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Waiting (Psalm 27)

“Wait for the LORD;
be strong and take heart,
and wait for the LORD.”

Psalm 27:14 NIV  

I don’t like waiting. 

When do I want it?  (Whatever ‘it’ may be.)
I want it NOW

Culture

In this culture of instant gratification, I usually get what I want right away. This is aided by such innovations as:

Microwavable rice
Coffee capsules 
Frozen chopped vegetables
Electronic books
Online music

Autonomy

Waiting is uncomfortable.

It does not respect my autonomy.

My heart-rate rises, my fists clench, my lips purse and my brow furrows.

Why is this taking so long? 

A Promise

God promises to be “my light and my salvation.” (Psalm 27:1 NIV)

But it doesn’t always look that way to me.

Life spins out of control,
One minor crisis upon another, interjected with major moments,
Frustrated by finitude … again.

The Problem

Waiting is a problem when I believe that I am in control,
When I imagine that the world revolves around me.

The Psalmist yearns to “dwell in the house of the LORD.” (Psalm 27:4 NIV).

Only there, where the LORD is seated between the cherubim, above the ark beyond the altar,
Where the Psalmist acknowledges his small, dependent and peripheral position,
Only there is he secure. 

The Psalmist’s circumstances

Yet circumstances haven’t changed.

The Psalmist remains forsaken,
Enemies snapping at his heels,
Malicious accusations made by false witnesses. 

Still he waits, 
Secure. 

Our circumstances

In my modern, fast-paced world,
Inbox notifications chirp,
Phones beep,
Social media drags my focus into a bottomless black pit.

Even so, with the Psalmist, I wait,
Secure.

(Sometimes, anyhow. When my focus is clear.)

A Prayer

Teach me, oh timeless One, 
To dwell in you. 
Recognising that you are on the throne, my Saviour at your right hand.

Strengthen me, indwelling Spirit, 
To tune out the world’s falsely urgent calls,
And instead, to attune my ear to you. 

Help me, please, to wait.

And to wait well.

With the Psalmist of old, I declare,


I remain confident of this:

I will see the goodness of the LORD

in the land of the living

Wait for the LORD:

be strong and take heart

and wait for the LORD.

Psalm 27:13-14 NIV

P.S. You may wonder why there are photographs of raindrops interspersed throughout this meditation. The answer is simply that these are moments of beauty in the backyard which I witnessed today, just before a half-day retreat with a few sisters-in-Christ. As part of that retreat, we focused on Psalm 27. The link is simply the time and place in which these insights were gleaned. The pictures also break up the text. I hope you enjoy them.

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Raindrops

Do you ever get a song stuck in your head? “Raindrops keep falling on my head…” is one I often find myself humming these days.

That’s what happens in spring in Melbourne. We get a lot of raindrops.

A new book

I recently bought a book of Bible verses to send to a friend for her birthday. I also purchased a Kindle copy for myself. 

Buying a copy for myself was an impulse buy … I think. Or was it a Holy Spirit nudge? Where does ‘impulse’ end and ‘Holy Spirit nudge’ begin? These very questions reflect my Western worldview, and are irrelevant to this blog post. I bought it on impulse, and the Holy Spirit was likely behind it.  

The very first devotion captured my attention. It was based on Psalm 19:14. 

The Bible version used in the book ‘100 Favorite Bible Prayers’ is the Christian Standard Bible. Credit for the lovely layout goes to the Thomas Nelson Publishers (2020), page 7.

Hebrew terms for ‘meditation’

Pastor and writer Eugene Peterson has long influenced my understanding of the Biblical term ‘meditation’. In the classic, ‘Eat this book’, he explains the meaning of the Hebrew term ‘hagah ( הָגָה – Strongs 1897), often translated ‘meditation’ in the Bible. The word contains the sense of gnawing, chewing, and ingesting, Peterson said, just like his dog would gnaw on a bone for hours.

(Even though you may not have the book, you too can freely read Eugene Peterson’s excellent exposition on the topic here: https://www.christianitytoday.com/2007/05/eat-this-book-eugene-peterson/

The original Hebrew word used in Psalm 19:14, however, is slightly different. ‘Higgayon’ ( הִגָּיוֹן -Strongs 1902) is also translated ‘meditation’ in English. From what I understand through the helpful resources provided by Biblehub (see https://biblehub.com/hebrew/1902.htm), this word is more like background music, or whispering and murmuring. 

I wonder if ‘higgayon’ has the idea of ‘the background music in your head’? Or recurring lines and themes from favourite TV shows? 

‘Raindrops keep falling on my head,’ for example?

The background noise in your head

Do you have background noise in your head? If I sit still and listen,  I hear a high-pitched ringing in my ears, a residue of some treatment nine years ago. It can be annoying if I let it.

Tinnitus is not what I’m talking about here. I’m thinking more of the songs that go around our mind; the plots from TV shows; the self-talk that aids or hinders our endeavours; and the resentments or joys, hopes or fears of our lives. 

Sometimes, late at night, I watch something silly as a way to wind down. Often I wake up the next morning with lines or music from those shows stuck in my head.

Is that really what I want to be meditating upon? 

This, I suggest, is what the Psalmist had in mind with this prayer: ‘May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in your sight, Oh Lord’ (Psalm 19:14). 

Changing the background noise

As for my ‘ringing in the ears’, a doctor once advised me to simply ‘change the background noise’.

“Keep the radio on but don’t tune it to a station. Just have static in the background, then you won’t notice the ringing in your ears,” he suggested. 

I often have the radio on in the background, but prefer it tuned to a station. I can live with the tinnitus.

What about the background noise in our heads that comes from repeated thoughts and mental chatter? Can we change the background noise? 

I am preaching to myself here with the following suggestions, but you are welcome to listen in.

  1. Intentionality: May I notice the content of the ‘background noise’ in my mind.
  2. Praying Scripture: A good place to start would be the prayer from Psalm 19:14, that the meditations of my heart may be acceptable in God’s sight
  3. Follow the injunction of Philippians 4:8 to intentionally think about whatever is true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy.  (The preceding verses about not worrying but praying with thanksgiving are helpful too.)

Easier said than done, perhaps? 

One thought at a time. 

‘Raindrops keep fallin’….’

In preparation for this blog post, I finally looked up the lyrics of the song, “Raindrops keep Fallin’ on my Head.” I also read about the 1969 movie for which it was written – Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I learnt that it followed the true story of two American outlaws, ‘Butch Cassidy’ and ‘Sundance’. They lived at the turn of last century.

Composed by Burt Bacharach and lyricist Hal David, “Raindrops” is the film’s breakout hit and its legacy song; an upbeat and indefatigable ode to feeling free. It remains an irresistible earworm….

https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2019/09/raindrops-keep-fallin-on-my-head-history

Their story is perhaps not dissimilar to that of the swagman in Australia’s ‘Waltzing Matilda’. In both cases, the men, likeable characters but prone to take what was not theirs, valued freedom above anything else.

That is the point of the song. It is “an upbeat and indefatigable ode to feeling free.” 

And yes, it is most certainly “an irresistible earworm.” I have never even watched the movie and still I hum the song when raindrops fall. 

Free

The freedom enjoyed by the lead characters in the movie for which the song was written was temporary. Unable to live freely in the USA, they eventually fled to South America, where they were killed in a gunfight. A watery end awaited Australia’s poor old swagman about whom ‘Waltzing Matilda’ was written.

In contrast, ‘if the Son sets us free, then we are free indeed.’ (Paraphrased from John 8:36).

And ‘it is for freedom that Christ has set up free!’ (Paraphrased from Galatians 5:1)

Free indeed!

Raindrops and ruminations

As I admire the raindrops in my garden, I no longer have only the first line of that song stuck in my head. The last line is now bouncing about my brain too. 

Because I’m free
Nothing’s worrying me

Now that I have spent time writing this blog post, the ‘Raindrops’ song is lodged more firmly than ever in my head 🎶.

One thought at a time……

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The Believers Pray – a Simple English Bible Study

Although I am not the intended beneficiary, I get so much out of our weekly Bible study.

We meet on zoom most Wednesday mornings. The other ladies are a little younger than me, all from China, and all with teenagers studying in Australia.

Valerie (pseudonym) is the driving force behind this group. I lead at her invitation. She is a passionate Christian lady, but today she has laryngitis and is quiet.

Melody (pseudoynym) is a dedicated mother and generous friend. She is not a believer. While she is quite happy to study the Bible as an English text, she remains an atheist.

Shelley (pseudonym) has ‘prayed the sinners prayer’ at a Chinese outreach event but doesn’t have time for church. Does our time together count as ‘discipleship’? She believes what she learns here. God alone knows where she stands in terms of salvation at this point in time. May this tender seedling of faith take root and grow well.

Week by week, we start with half an hour of chat, during which I help them express in English whatever they want to say. We then work through a passage of Scripture, using the New International reader’s Version (NIrV) because of its limited English vocabulary and short sentences.

Over time, women have come and gone. We have worked through all of Luke and now we are studying Acts. At the moment, the group is quite small, but small or large, week after week we continue to meet. 

The Believers Pray (Acts 4:23-31)

Today we are studying the prayer of the believers in the early church as recorded in Acts 4:23-31. In recent weeks, we have studied passages in which Peter and John healed a lame man in Jesus’ name (Acts 3:1-10) after which Peter explained to the amazed onlookers how the death and resurrection of Jesus, through whose name the man had been healed, had been prophesied from long before (Acts 3:11-26). As a direct result of preaching about Jesus’ resurrection from the dead, Peter and John were arrested by the religious authorities and jailed overnight, while thousands of people believed in Jesus (Acts 4:1-4) – thousands! The following day, those religious leaders questioned Peter and John at length and finally released them with a warning never to speak again of Jesus (Acts 4:-17). Of course, Peter and John had bravely refused to comply with such a command (Luke 4:18-20). 

That brings us to today’s passage. The prayer of the believers. 

Acts 4:23-31 NIrV

Their own people (verse 23)

Peter and John went back “to their own people” following their release. What does the term, “their own people” mean?, the ladies asked.

When Melody and her child go home to China during the longer school holidays and is reunited with her family, she is with “her own people”.

No, the term isn’t necessarily linked to nationality. After all, Peter and John were Jewish, as were the religious leaders.

It is more about a  shared sense of identity.

“…their own people.” I think of my church community. Are these ‘my people’? Where does my identity lie? 

Raised voices (verse 24a)

After Peter and John had reported to their own people all that the religious leaders had said to them, the believers “raised their voices together in prayer to God.”

“What does it mean, ‘to raise their voices’?” the ladies asked.

Usually in my church we bow our heads and mumble, much to the frustration of those with hearing impairments. They often remind us to raise our voices when we pray. But those early believers raised their voices naturally. Not in anger, nor in excitement, but in desperation perhaps? I think of the prayer meetings I have been part of in Chinese churches where everyone prays out loud at the same time (同声祷告- literally ‘voices together prayer’) and it feels like you’re carried along in ocean waves, rising and falling together. Is this how they prayed back then? Sometimes, our prayers just feel limp. 

That’s not how I answered the ladies though. I simply said that they prayed with loud voices. 

Some of the unfamiliar vocabulary that we covered during this study

Sovereign Lord (Verse 24b)

“Lord and King” is how those believers addressed God according to the New International reader’s Version (NIrV). 

“Lords – like in British movies. I love British movies,” commented Shelley. “They have Lords and Ladies.” 

“Yes,” I replied, “Only this ‘Lord’ was the absolute most powerful ruler. 

“Like a landlord has power?” asked Melody. Her landlord has been quite unreasonable, and she knows all to well the power a greedy landlord can hold over a helpless tenant. 

“Yes, but even more powerful,” I replied. 

Actually, I’m not sure that the NIrV translators did so well here. The Greek word, Δέσποτα (‘despota’, from which we get the English term ‘despot’) is what they translated as ‘Lord and King’. The New International Version (not the reader’s version) translates this term ‘Sovereign Lord’, which is better. No doubt the English word ‘sovereign’ was considered a little difficult for readers of simple English.

In any case, it is fitting that, in the face of threats from Jewish religious authorities, the believers turn to one who holds unrestricted power. Our God is no ‘despot’ in the English sense of a despot exerting power with cruelty, but our Sovereign Lord is good, his power exceeding that of any other authority.

Defintion courtesy of https://biblehub.com/greek/1203.htm

A God who speaks

Don’t you love it when God seems to communicate with you on the same matter but from different angles? At church recently, we have been studying Hebrews, and focusing on the God who speaks through prophets and through his son. We even had a podcast entitled ‘God is a God who Speaks’ in which our pastor elaborated on the theme. And now here it was again in our Bible passage today. 

But wait … this Bible study is about these ladies and not about me. They were more interested in how God spoke “through the mouth of our father David” (Acts 4:25). David was an important ancestor, rather than a literal father, I explained. 

Emperor Qin Shihuang was a famous ancestor of the Chinese people. He was a bit of a despot, actually. He ruled China probably about 800 years after King David had ruled Israel. This picture is in the Public Domain – https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qin_Shi_Huang#/media/File:QinShiHuang19century.jpg

Prophecy fulfilled (Acts 4:27-28)

In the believers’ prayer, they quoted from the Psalm 2, a Messianic Psalm, and went on to explain in prayer how this prophecy had been fulfilled. How often do we reflect back on Scripture fulfilled even as we pray? Too often our prayer times tend to be more about us and our more immediate requests. I’m challenged to do better at praying Scripture. 

But again, this Bible study is meant to be about the ladies and not about me. They’re more interested in how the translators use the word ‘purpose’ here (verse 28).

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” said Shelley. “People say that a lot. It was not my intention. It was an accident. How is that use of ‘purpose’ different to this one in the Bible?”

“It isn’t different at all,” I replied. “The people thought that they were plotting to destroy Jesus, but actually this was in line with God’s purpose all along. It was his intention. It was no accident.”

I gave myself goosebumps even as I spoke. Prophecy had foretold kings, rulers and the people plotting against the Lord and his anointed king. And there we see King Herod (a king), Pontius Pilate (a ruler) and many people of Israel plotting against Jesus.

This was no coincidence. No, it was very much according to God’s purpose. It was his intention.

Their requests (Acts 4:29-30)

Finally, after this powerful prayer to the Sovereign Lord, reminding him of prophecy fulfilled, those early believers made their request. 

“Now, Lord, consider the bad things they say they are going to do. Help us to be very bold when we speak your word. Stretch out your hand to heal. Do signs and wonders through the name of your holy servant, Jesus.” (Acts 4:29-30 NIrV)

It was not the time or place to point out that in this request, the believers used a different Greek word for ‘Lord’ – Κύριε (Kyrie) – to that which they had used at the beginning of the prayer, i.e. Δέσποτα (despota). The term Κύριε (Kyrie) means ‘Master’. This study was for the benefit of the Chinese ladies rather than me, and so I refrained. Instead we focused on the content of the prayer. 

This definition comes from https://biblehub.com/greek/2962.htm

Prayer answered (Acts 4:31)

“After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. They were all filled with the Holy Spirit. They were bold when they spoke God’s word.” (Acts 4:31 NIrV)

We had studied about the Holy Spirit a few weeks back when we read about God giving his Holy Spirit to the early believers that Pentecost Day. And here we see another instance where God’s power was clearly portrayed through the shaking of the place in which they met, and the Holy Spirit filled those early believers.

As a result of God’s empowering, they boldly went about speaking of Jesus, their view of reality restored. Power did not lie with the religious authorities, but with the Sovereign Lord, their Master, the One who Created the heavens, earth and sea and everything in them.

Applications

We usually finish our time together by sharing one truth which most impressed us.

People think that this weekly study is for the benefit of the Chinese ladies who are learning English, but actually it benefits me plenty too.

Through our study together this day, considering carefully every word and phrase, God has reminded me afresh of his sovereignty. I lose focus so easily, seeing only the problems about me. Yet when I focus on the One we serve, my perspective is restored and I am empowered to push on.

I closed our time together with a simple prayer, as we do each week, but perhaps raising my voice a little more than usual. 

Lord and King, you made the heavens, the earth and the sea. You made everything in them. 

You spoke to your people long ago, and still you speak to us today. 

Thank you for sending Jesus. By your plan and purpose, he was put to death. 

But death could not keep him, and he came back to life again.

Thank you that through Jesus, we can belong to your people. 

Holy Spirit, will you open the eyes of our hearts so that we can recognise and believe in God as our Lord. 

We pray this in Jesus’ name. 

Amen. 

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Wind

I’m no poet. However, I recently read that ‘free poetry’ simply means putting one thought into one line – no more and no less. 

In the spirit of ‘exploring creativity’, while sitting on a hill in Lilydale, outside the Point of View cafe, I tried. In a spirit of humility, I now post this on my blog. Is this poetry? (You can say ‘no’!)

Noise of wind in trees

How to commit this sound to paper? 

‘Ssshhhh, sssshhhh’

Like hushing a child to sleep

Breeze caresses my cheek

Hair blows across my eye

Wind picks up

Pages flap

Clouds visibly move east

Plane determinedly flies west,

A grey dash against mottled white

‘Breeze caresses my cheek, Hair blows across my eye’

What is wind?

My educated post-enlightenment influenced mind wants to understand the scientific nature of wind. Changes in temperature cause differences in air pressure cause movements of air particles. But what exactly IS wind?

Wind is a form of energy, along with light, fire and moving water. But that still doesn’t answer my question. What exactly IS wind? 

I think of the ‘ruach’ (which could be translated as spirit, wind and/or breath) of God of Genesis 1:2. In that passage, describing the formless and empty earth, we read that the ‘ruach’ of God hovered over the surface of the waters. The word usually translated into English as ‘Spirit’ can actually just as easily be translated ‘wind’ or ‘breath’. I imagine the breath of God as pure energy hovering in anticipation of creation. 

Mind you, that still doesn’t answer my question of ‘What is wind?’

Never mind.

Bible

There are many references to the Hebrew רוּחַ ‘ruach’ (Spirit, wind or breath) of God in the Old Testament and the equivalent Greek πνεῦμα ‘pneuma’ in the New Testament. It would be overly simplistic to say that spirit is wind and breath, but the fact is that the Biblical terms can be translated as ‘breath’, ‘wind’ or ‘spirit’ in English. This shows that in a Biblical worldview, there is at least some overlap. A helpful article provided by the Logos software folk expands on this in what they call “… a few summary observations.” https://www.logos.com/grow/the-breath-that-moves-through-everything-a-survey-of-ruach/ 

Two other key Biblical pictures of ‘wind’ spring to mind. Ezekiel’s stunning vision of dry bones restored to living, breathing people (Ezekiel 37:1-14) involved breath and wind. Translators sometimes choose ‘breath’ and sometimes ‘wind’ when translating this scene, but both come from the same root word ‘ruach’. (See a screenshot below of the verse.) Then some 600 years later, there was that “sound like the blowing of a violent wind” (Acts 2:2 NIV) which accompanied the gift of the Holy Spirit the first Pentecost after Jesus’ death and resurrection. Undoubtedly, the two pictures are related.

Read from right to left, top to bottom. This shows the Hebrew and English of Ezekiel 37:9. Credit goes to https://biblehub.com/interlinear/ezekiel/37-9.htm

Who is God?

I’m glad God chose to reveal himself to us through his son (Hebrews 1:2) because my head just can’t get around this force of energy and source of life apart from Jesus. Having said that, the writer to the Hebrews goes on to say that Jesus, the one through whom God revealed himself, is also the one “through whom he made the universe” (Hebrews 1:2 NIV). I think back to that hovering ‘Breath of God’ as described in the beginning of Genesis and wonder if that, too, was Jesus. In this very attempt to equate the two, I’m displaying my limited understanding of our Creator and Sustainer.

I appreciate that the eternally infinite God revealed himself to us in temporarily finite humanity – Jesus.

The profusion of colour and elements of this flower is meant to somehow illustrate my limited mind struggling to picture the divine … or at least be a pretty picture to break up the text.

A Prayer

Wind

Breath

Spirit

Hovering over the deep

At the dawn of creation

Invigorating dry bones

Restoring life

Descending with fire

Indwelling Spirit

Breath of God

Breathe on us afresh

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Spring 2024

In the midst of reading a book for college about ‘creative research methods’, I’m inspired to ‘be creative’. Is it a God-prompt? Or just a desire to indulge in an enjoyable hobby? Either way, it is spring down here in the south-east corner of mainland Australia and a time for new beginnings.

And so I write.

I have yet another new good intention. Most weeks (I dare not say ‘every week’), I would like to commit a couple of hours to just ‘play’ with words and images. My blog is the obvious place ‘to park’ what emerges. If you are reading along here, then to you I say ‘thank you’.

Today, I gave myself the prompt word: ‘spring’. Here are some random thoughts on spring in no particular order. 

Spring – the season

In North China, where I once lived, spring brings life-giving change. Winters are drab and grey. It is far too cold for anything to flourish. But with spring comes colour – pink and white blossoms, bright yellow winter jasmine (in Chinese called 迎春花, literally meaning ‘welcome spring flower’), muted pinky-orange-maroon flowering quince blossoms, as well as tender green leaves on trees and bushes. Spring is super special in places with long, colourless winters. 

Spring – a verb, noun, adverb and/or adjective

I enjoy words, and am thinking about how we use the English word ‘spring’. There is a common element of something new coming forth in each of the following instances.

‘He has a spring in his step.’ 

‘The cat used to spring up onto the bed, but now she uses steps.’

‘Water from a mountain spring refreshes a weary traveller.’

‘I need to spring clean my home … but not today.’

‘I’m no spring chicken.’ 

And then there are a number of Biblical references to spring (as a season), such as 2 Samuel 11:1, which says, “In the spring at the time when kings go of to war….” I often mutter this verse completely out of context when I attack with a gardening tool the onion weed in my backyard each spring.

Then there are Biblical references to springs of water. Of course, the original Biblical words in Greek or Hebrew for spring (the season) and spring (a spring of water) are not the same. But I’m playing with English words here. Which is why I spent time today pondering the following verse….

Seated by a well, Jesus told the Samaritan woman, “… the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” (John 4:14 NIV)

I understand that in the original Greek, the idea was of a spring of water springing up, though using different words. What a lovely picture. The Spirit of Jesus which indwells us (see John 7:37-39) bursts out of us, washing over those around us. It cannot be contained. May we be faithful channels of this living water.

John 4:14 as per Biblehub.com is where this screenshot comes from, though obviously I circled the words ‘spring’.

Spring – the Chinese word for the season

As a visual learner and a word-nerd, I enjoy observing pictures in written Chinese language. The word for ‘spring’ is a beauty. The character, 春 (chūn) is made up of three parts. At the bottom is the sun – 日. At the top is the character for ‘plentiful’ – 丰 – (see all those lines, i.e. plenty) as well as the number ‘eight’ – 八.

All up, the character for ‘spring’ in Chinese, 春 (chūn), visually portrays the sun shining and creation transitioning from winter’s barrenness to a time of plenty. 

Spring rains

Much as I enjoy the pleasant aspects of spring as described above, spring also brings unsettled weather. Last night, it bucketed rain. Three days ago, I set out on a short afternoon walk in sunshine, but then before I had even reached the end of the street (albeit a long street), a strong wind picked up, clouds raced across the sky, and the heavens opened, absolutely drenching me. 

We need the sun and the rain both, but one is definitely more palatable than the other. Starting anything new also usually involves ups and downs, bringing times of enjoyment and of frustration. One is more pleasant than the other but sometimes we just need to grit our teeth and work through the difficulties. As I write these words, life is good. Birds are twittering, bees are buzzing and blossoms are blooming. But life isn’t always like a pleasant Saturday spring afternoon, and that’s okay.

Spring in Narnia

In Jesus we have a great hope. I wonder if we will have seasons in the new heavens and earth? If the effects of sin are done with, including death, will there be any more autumn and winter?

I’m not alone in my ponderings. The great thinker and writer, C.S. Lewis, apparently thought along similar lines. In his famous book ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’, Mr Beaver refers to ‘an old rhyme’ in Narnia which says:

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

Come soon, Lord Jesus.