Cigar City Hunahpu’s Imperial Stout – Double Barrel Aged: A Metaphor for Liturgy

beer_249005An Internet Monk writer walked into a bar…

“Bartender,” I said, “What would you recommend for a thirsty man?”

“This is your lucky day,” he replied. “We serve Cigar City Hunahpu’s Imperial Stout here. It is the perfect beer and ranked as the number one beer in America on rankbeer.com. Let me read you what one reviewer had to say about it.” He brandished his iPad.

[The] pour is marvelous. Oil slick, syrupy, jet black that sits still in the glass capped by a thin ring of rusty head. [The] aroma is sublime with huge dark chocolate, coffee, smoked peppers, vanilla, cinnamon, and dark rum. [The] flavor follows suit with subtle, toasted oak, bourbon, and mild pepper heat showing their presence along with dark fruits, cinnamon apples, and chocolate cake. [The] palate is simply perfect with silky carbonation, coating mouthfeel, and lingering finish of cocoa, wood, and spices.

“Well,” I responded. “That sounds pretty amazing, but you know, I am not much of a beer man. I have tried it a couple times, but never really acquired a taste for it. What else have you got?”

“That’s it,” he replied.

“That’s it what?” I asked.

“That is all we serve, Cigar City Hunahpu’s Imperial Stout. Did I mention that it was Double Barrel Aged?”

“You are telling me you only sell one beer?” I asked. “Have you been taking lessons from an English Cheese Shop?”

“I am telling you that we only sell one beverage. Period. And what does a cheese store have to do with anything?”

“Sorry,” I said, “I forgot where I was for a moment.”

“Besides,” he said, “we are serving the perfect drink here. The recipe hasn’t changed for hundreds of years! Why would anyone want anything else? It has been a huge hit for our entire chain of fine drinking establishments. Did you know that you could go to any ‘Fox and Flagon’ anywhere in America, and be able to drink this fine aged beverage?”

“Along with other fine beverages, right?” I enquired.

“Nope,” he replied, “just this one. We take pride in the fact that all over America people are participating together in raising a glass of the finest of Cigar City: Hunahpu’s Double Barrel Aged Imperial Stout. We have build a real community around it.”

“So you don’t serve anything else?”

“What,” he exclaimed, “and break the sense of community! That would be so wrong.”

“What about those like myself who have don’t really care for beer?” I asked.

“We are convinced that anyone who really takes the time to get to know our Imperial Stout won’t want to try anything else. There are some weirdos who only stop in once or twice and don’t come back. But they don’t really know what they are missing. It’s perfect beer, people! What don’t they understand!”

“Here’s the thing,” I said. “I am a diabetic. Alcohol sends my blood sugar crashing. Sugar sends my blood sugar spiking. Plus, my body is really sensitive to caffeine, so that rules out a lot of other drinks too. I am looking for something with a bit of flavor, cold, wet, with a little bit of fizz, so it doesn’t feel like I am drinking plain water.”

“Hmmm,” he replied, “as much as I want to try to continue to sell you on the benefits of Cigar City’s finest, you really are a hard luck case. You know, you might want to try the variety store next door. I am told that they sell Caffeine Free Diet Coke there.”

“Thank you!” I exclaimed. “That is exactly what I am looking for!”

Update: Look for my “explanation” of this allegory in a new post on Monday.

IM Book Review: God Is Near

god is nearNote from CM: Clark Bunch is a regular reader and commenter here at IM. He taught with Michael Spencer at OBI, and has since returned to live and work in his hometown of Calhoun, GA. The local paper there recently featured him in a “Profiles in Faith” piece. We’re excited for Clark that he had the opportunity to publish this book and thought it only fitting that his friend Denise Spencer should review it for us. Clark blogs at The Master’s Table.

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God is Near
A book review by Denise Day Spencer

Do you see the forest or the trees? I am sometimes left-brain to a fault. Perhaps that’s why I enjoyed God Is Near: His Promise to His People, by Clark Bunch. (Outskirtspress, Denver, Colorado, 2014) My own playful subtitle for this book is, “The Gospel for Left-Brain People!” Bunch tells the good news of God’s nearness to us by focusing on select parts of Biblical history, then backing up to show how they all fit together.

In the introduction to the book, Bunch explains, “My purpose is to demonstrate not only that God is near, but that He always has been and for the believer always will be.” He adds, “The Bible tells the story of our past, present and future.”
Most of God Is Near deals with the past, as Bunch takes the reader on a whirlwind tour of the Old Testament. He asserts in chapter one, “From beginning to end the Bible tells one story, and that’s how a holy God deals with sinful, fallen and broken people.”

The book begins with a glimpse of the intimacy Adam and Eve enjoyed with their Creator before the Fall, and how sin ruined that perfect communion. It moves on to relate how God drew close to mankind again by making a nation of Abraham’s promised son. Centuries later, He was near His suffering people and heard their cries, sending Moses to deliver them from slavery in Egypt.

Four chapters are given to the Exodus and Israel’s years in the wilderness, as we see the many different ways God manifested His presence – the pillar of cloud and fire; the smoke, thunder and lightning of Mount Sinai; the Ark of the Covenant in the Tabernacle. The reader then follows the account from the entrance into the Promised Land to a quick glance at how God used judges, kings and prophets to communicate with His people.

This, of course, leads us to Christ, in Whom God was more than near; He was truly with us as one of us. The final chapter, “God In Us,” is where Bunch addresses God’s presence with us in the here and now, and our hope for the future. God the Holy Spirit is in each believer, and will be always.

At 88 pages, God Is Near is the big picture of God’s progressive relationship to mankind squeezed into a nutshell. Bunch writes in an easy-going style that is pleasant to read. He salts his narrative with humor, devotional thoughts, and words of pastoral encouragement.

Read God Is Near for yourself. Then you may want to share it with someone who is struggling and needs to be consoled by the truth of the forest — yes, God Is Near.

 

Denise Spencer – IM Book Review: God Is Near

god is nearNote from CM: Clark Bunch is a regular reader and commenter here at IM. He taught with Michael Spencer at OBI, and has since returned to live and work in his hometown of Calhoun, GA. The local paper there recently featured him in a “Profiles in Faith” piece. We’re excited for Clark that he had the opportunity to publish this book and thought it only fitting that his friend Denise Spencer should review it for us. Clark blogs at The Master’s Table.

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God is Near
A book review by Denise Day Spencer

Do you see the forest or the trees? I am sometimes left-brain to a fault. Perhaps that’s why I enjoyed God Is Near: His Promise to His People, by Clark Bunch. (Outskirtspress, Denver, Colorado, 2014) My own playful subtitle for this book is, “The Gospel for Left-Brain People!” Bunch tells the good news of God’s nearness to us by focusing on select parts of Biblical history, then backing up to show how they all fit together.

In the introduction to the book, Bunch explains, “My purpose is to demonstrate not only that God is near, but that He always has been and for the believer always will be.” He adds, “The Bible tells the story of our past, present and future.”
Most of God Is Near deals with the past, as Bunch takes the reader on a whirlwind tour of the Old Testament. He asserts in chapter one, “From beginning to end the Bible tells one story, and that’s how a holy God deals with sinful, fallen and broken people.”

The book begins with a glimpse of the intimacy Adam and Eve enjoyed with their Creator before the Fall, and how sin ruined that perfect communion. It moves on to relate how God drew close to mankind again by making a nation of Abraham’s promised son. Centuries later, He was near His suffering people and heard their cries, sending Moses to deliver them from slavery in Egypt.

Four chapters are given to the Exodus and Israel’s years in the wilderness, as we see the many different ways God manifested His presence – the pillar of cloud and fire; the smoke, thunder and lightning of Mount Sinai; the Ark of the Covenant in the Tabernacle. The reader then follows the account from the entrance into the Promised Land to a quick glance at how God used judges, kings and prophets to communicate with His people.

This, of course, leads us to Christ, in Whom God was more than near; He was truly with us as one of us. The final chapter, “God In Us,” is where Bunch addresses God’s presence with us in the here and now, and our hope for the future. God the Holy Spirit is in each believer, and will be always.

At 88 pages, God Is Near is the big picture of God’s progressive relationship to mankind squeezed into a nutshell. Bunch writes in an easy-going style that is pleasant to read. He salts his narrative with humor, devotional thoughts, and words of pastoral encouragement.

Read God Is Near for yourself. Then you may want to share it with someone who is struggling and needs to be consoled by the truth of the forest — yes, God Is Near.

 

Rob Grayson: Long Walk Home

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Long Walk Home
by Rob Grayson

I recently read the following quote:

The kingdom of God comes like a long walk home.

(For those who want to know, it’s actually a slightly edited version of a quote by Brian Zahnd.)

This really connected with something I’ve been thinking about lately, so I thought I’d take a few moments to unpack it.

To begin at the end, if the kingdom of God is a kind of homecoming, then it follows that the kingdom of this world – the world system as currently configured – is not our ultimate home. We are made for life in a different kind of world.

Of course, many Christians have been taught that this other world for which we are made is out there “somewhere beyond the blue”. For the moment, it exists only in our imagination as a kind of ethereal idyllic realm. Whether you refer to it as heaven, paradise, “glory” or whatever, the idea is the same: this is the place where we’ll get to spend eternity no longer weighed down by the sin, pain and corruption of this present world. The negro spiritual captures it well: This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through…

But this idea of the kingdom of God as a metaphysical realm that exists in some heretofore unseen dimension has zero biblical support. In fact, listen to what Jesus was constantly announcing as he walked through Galilee and Judea two thousand years ago: “The kingdom of God is at hand!” In other words, stop waiting and looking for some future idyllic state – the kingdom of God is right here, right now! The great signs and wonders performed by Jesus were nothing less than signs pointing to the inbreaking reality of this radical new arrangement of the world that was and is the kingdom of God.

The kingdom of God is seen not only wherever blind eyes are opened and crippled legs are straightened. I believe it’s also seen wherever people voluntarily lay down their rights for the sake of others, wherever people take up their crosses in self-denial and self-giving love. This is the present reality of the kingdom at work in the world today.

And yet…

Much as the kingdom is already breaking in, clearly we’re still living in a world that’s badly broken, a world in travail, a world in which pain and sorrow often seem to outweigh joy and satisfaction. This is evidently a world in which God’s kingdom is not yet fully realised. Two thousand years after Jesus, the kingdom may still be breaking in, but we’re forced to admit that it has not yet fully broken in.

So this is the reality in which we live: between the kingdom now and the kingdom not yet. Even as we celebrate the green shoots of the kingdom in our midst, we look with longing to the day when all things will be made new and God’s kingdom will be the all-encompassing reality for everyone.

But here’s the thing: this kingdom dichotomy may be relatively easy to wrap our minds around as a kind of abstract theological theory, but when it comes to the reality of our day-to-day lives, it’s much harder to accept and integrate.

Let me explain.

Even after following Christ for the best part of thirty years, I’m still no stranger to fear, insecurity, shame, guilt, and all the rest of it. This is a source of great frustration to me. I hear and read about this wonderful freedom that Jesus promised his followers, I strive after this freedom, and I try to convince myself I’m free. But the reality is, I’m only partly free. Yes, there is a freedom that I know Christ has brought me; but there is also much from which I am yet to be freed. And, as a good Pentecostal (though really I’m probably not a very good Pentecostal any more), I long for that sacred moment, that decisive Holy Spirit encounter in which all remaining vestiges of fear, insecurity, pride, shame, guilt, pain and sorrow will be washed away. Heck, I even feel jealous when I see others who appear to experience greater freedom than I do.

And this is where we come back to our original quote: “The kingdom of God comes like a long walk home.”

When I pine and strive after the immediate, one-hit fix, I am thinking and operating as the kingdom of this world thinks and operates. I am acting as a consumer: I’ve paid my fee, and I’m entitled to expect the full results, right now! If they aren’t forthcoming, I have every right to be disappointed and frustrated.

This is not the way of God’s kingdom, either as an organic whole or for each of us as individuals. Just as the eschatological realisation of the kingdom takes place over a long horizon, so too the realisation of the kingdom within each one of us is a long process. It is breaking into my heart, but it has not yet fully broken in. It is healing my wounds and casting out my fears, but there is plenty to go at and it’s going to take time. I have begun the journey, but the destination is some way off. The realisation of the kingdom in and through my life is an unfolding journey, not an event or even a series of events.

When I demand that God snap His fingers and give me complete healing from every sorrow, ill and defect, in effect I’m treating God as a heavenly salesman. But God is no salesman; He’s a master craftsman. He takes His time because He knows that the end result will be “very good”.

And so, just as we live corporately between the now and the not yet of the kingdom, I also live in the tension between the now of sins forgiven and love shed abroad in my heart and the not yet of looking forward to that day when everything that is corruptible and pain-inducing will be at most a distant memory.

It’s a long road, with many ups, downs, twists and turns. But there is one who faithfully walks with me all the way. And I know I’ll eventually get home – and what a day that will be! In the meantime, when the frustration of the not yet begins to surface, I will try to think about what Paul wrote to the believers in Philippi:

I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work among you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ.

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Rob Grayson blogs at Faith Meets World.

Matt B. Redmond: The Only Really Good News There Is

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Note from CM: Matt just announced that his mom lost her brief battle with cancer last night. Please pray for their family.

The Only Really Good News There Is
by Matthew B. Redmond

The smell was overwhelming.

My oldest brother and I stood outside the rehab facility waiting for one of our other brothers to bring mom. After being in the hospital recovering from a surgical biopsy, she was being moved here. The goal is to get her strong enough to withstand the chemo she needs to shrink – not cure – the spreading cancer.

So we stood by our trucks, waiting. The facility looked clean but dated. Part of the place is a nursing home and she will be in the rehabilitation wing. I’m not comfortable with the proximity. I prayed for kindness – the kindness of staff and the kindness of others staying there.

My brother pulled up and we met them up by the front door. My oldest brother went and got a wheelchair and some staff to help get her out of the car and into it. She looked frail. It was good to see her out of the hospital and holding a soft drink from Arby’s but she looked so weak.

The staff got her into the wheelchair and wheeled her into the building, past the empty front desk, and down the hall. The smell was overwhelming. I did not know it at the time but this is not normal. There are just times where the smell of incontinence streams into the hallway from another room. But it scared me at the time. I was worried, and I could feel the worry from my other two brothers. We worried for her. We were worried about her comfort and how sad this will make her. She was being wheeled into a semi-private room and we were worried all this would cause further despair.

That was a week ago. My mom has gotten more comfortable and we are a little more comfortable leaving her. That first night was hard.

A few days ago was Father’s Day. Our dad has been gone a little more than a year now. So no Father’s Day celebration for us, but those who could, gathered around mom. I stayed with her through dinner and on into bedtime. While they were getting her ready, I waited in the lobby on one of those couches that feels like it’s never been sat on. I took out my phone to check the day’s baseball scores. Then I heard an awful voice.

“There’s no place to sleep in here.”

I swear it sounded like something out of a horror movie. The waiting area by the front door sits between the rehab wing and the nursing home wing, I gathered.

“There’s no place to sleep in here.”

It was bad enough hearing it once. But that woman’s voice kept calling out her complaint over and over.

“There’s no place to sleep in here.”

She must have made her point a dozen times before the nurse came and got me and said mom was in bed and ready for me to come back. I sat with her a little while longer. She drifted in and out of sleep. Soon, it was time for me to leave. Not an easy decision to make. There was no place I wanted to be more and no place I wanted to be less.

After packing up my belongings, I made my way down the now silent hallway looking for someone to let me out. Another lady, she looked to be in her 50s, needed to leave also. While we waited for someone, she asked me, “Mom or Dad?” I answer and asked her the same. “Dad,” she said. And then she tried with all her being to not erupt in tears. But there is no dam big enough. It was father’s Day after all. And even though I was feeling pretty low about a lousy Father’s Day, I confess I did not think about the signifacance of her answer and why she was willing to show such emotion to a complete stranger. I do confess I was too upset myself. And I’m ashamed to say it wasn’t till I was far on down the road toward home that I realized. I should have prayed for her, right then and there. I was too wrapped up in my own exhausted grief. I’ve been dragging that regret around for days.

How come there are no pictures of the dying on church websites? No bodies wasting away. Just photoshopped pretty people.

This past weekend I was looking through a Eugene Peterson book. Doesn’t matter which one. Because what I saw while looking for something else, he has said in other places. He talked about how pastors are supposed to prepare their people to die well. Death is the one destiny we all share. And it is a pastor’s job to get his people ready for it. I thought about this too on the way home. And it all made me want to be a pastor more than ever. It solidified the calling. I’d probably make a good chaplain and it would guarantee I’d be able to stay in Birmingham, our beloved hometown. But the sights and sounds and smell of death are a calling. Even my failure to pray for the hurting.

The next night I was with my mom again. I was there till much later than I expected because she was in so much pain. I’ll spare you all the details. Man, I was hungry and tired. She asked me to read her some encouraging verses. And so over the hum of machines giving her the oxygen she needs and painful game shows being watched by the elderly woman next to us, I read to her.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

All of this has given me a sober desire to be a pastor again. It’s not an excitement like I once had. I’m not even sure I can fully articulate the “why?” Perhaps I should have waited to write this when I know why.  Maybe it’s assuming everyone will either be a patient in a place like this and or be a child, like me, watching it all happen. Or maybe the reason is this – when life and death fall into such proximity, the gospel seems like the only really good news there is.

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Matt B. Redmond blogs at Echoes and Stars and is the author of The God Of The Mundane: Reflections on Ordinary Life for Ordinary People.

David Fitch: The Caffeine Free Diet Coke: A Metaphor for Evangelicalism 4 years later

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Note from CM: Thanks to David Fitch for permission to re-post this insightful article about the nature of evangelicalism. I have highlighted one group of sentences below that I think is most important for understanding where Fitch is coming from. He says, “I think it’s been proven that we cannot overlay “missional” over the same scaffolding of evangelical church and expect it to change.” The very nature of evangelicalism has changed. No longer does it represent “a life together shaped into and from the fullness of Christ’s presence in the world.” Instead, it has become an ideology, comparable to a caffeine free Diet Coke that does not fulfill the functions a drink should. I’m very interested in your response to what David says here. As for me, I think he’s right on the money.

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Almost 4 years ago now, I was in the middle of writing The End of Evangelicalism? Discerning a New Faithfulness for Mission, and I wrote a post on my blog comparing evangelicalism to an ‘empty’ Caffeine-Free Diet Coke. I was referring to philosopher Slavoj Zizek’s famous cultural analyses found in his book, The Fragile Absolute (chapter 3). I later used it in the intro to The End of Evangelicalism?

What led me to this? Soon after writing The Great Giveaway I sensed a need for the church to understand its relation to culture in more vital ways than even my mentors Hauerwas, Yoder, Lindbeck, Chas Taylor had provided me. I saw swirling ideologies within U.S. culture taking over the church. We had no way to think about culture as a flow of ideologies. This led me to study ideology more closely (I got my intro to it at Northwestern University). And this led me to Slavoj Zizek. I’ve never really quit studying Zizek since. Among other things, Zizek illumined how my own church functioned as an ideology, the very opposite of a life together shaped into and from the fullness of Christ’s presence in the world through the Triune God’s sending the Son and the Spirit into the world via the incarnation. My opening salvo therefore was to compare evangelical church to an empty caffeine free Diet Coke. Today, almost four years later, I think it still holds. I think it’s been proven that we cannot overlay “missional” over the same scaffolding of evangelical church and expect it to change. Here’s the meat of that post below. I offer it again 3+ years after the publishing of that book. As always I welcome any comments as to where you’ve seen these dynamics in place in your own church lives.

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Sermon: The Story of Cain & Abel

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The Story of Cain and Abel
A sermon by Chaplain Mike, preached as if by Jeremiah the prophet.

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Good morning and shalom.

My name is Jeremiah. God called me to be a prophet to the nation of Judah at one of the most important times in her history. Some call me “the weeping prophet” because it broke my heart to proclaim the bad news God gave me for my people.

Since the time of  King David and Solomon, we have been a troubled nation. In the days of Solomon’s sons, we split into two nations: the northern kingdom of Israel and the southern kingdom of Judah. It has been all downhill since then.

A series of bad kings led both nations. They took us far from the worship of the true and living God and promoted injustice and violence throughout the land. God kept warning us through the prophets, but few listened, and judgment came upon us.

Israel fell first. When Assyria became a great military power, it destroyed Israel’s kingdom, and scattered the ten tribes to the winds. Thankfully, God spared us here in Judah. But then we had to face an even greater threat: the nation of Babylon. Many so-called prophets in Jerusalem assured the people that nothing was wrong, that God was with us, and that we had nothing to worry about. But the sky was growing dark and I feared that we would soon be overwhelmed by the Babylonian armies.

That is why God sent me to a gate in the city known as the Potsherd Gate. He instructed me to take a potter’s jar with me and say these words to the people: “Thus says the Lord of hosts, the God of Israel: I am going to bring such disaster on this place that the ears of everyone who hears of it will tingle. I will do this because the people have forsaken me and have profaned this place by making offerings in it to other gods whom neither they nor their ancestors nor the kings of Judah have known, and because they have filled this place with the blood of the innocent” (Jer. 19:3-4). Then he told me to break this jar in front of all the people and warn them that God will shatter them like a potter’s vessel which can never again be mended.

Did you hear what God said to the people of Judah that day? They were about to be conquered and carried into exile because they had committed two great sins: (1) they had offered unacceptable worship, (2) they had filled the land with innocent blood.

If I had thought of it, I might have told them one of the old stories that day. It is one of the early stories in the Torah, and it was given to Israel as a cautionary tale right from the beginning. Here it is . . .

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Saturday Ramblings, June 21, 2014

Welcome to the weekend, fellow imonkers.

First, some sports. The sound you heard Sunday night was the sound of all the land (except South Florida) rejoicing as the Evil Empire was destroyed like an exploding death star.

We will strike back!
“We WILL strike back!”

That’s right, the San Antonio Spurs took down the Miami Heat in five games in the NBA finals.  All of their wins came by more than 15 points.  All in all, it was one of the most lop-sided finals series in history.

Undeterred, the Heat move forward with plans for their new Stadium
Undeterred, the Heat move forward with plans for their new Stadium

And the Washington Redskins lost their federal trademark  on the name Redskins this week, after the U.S. Patent and Trademark office ruled it “demeaning”.  Team owner Dan Snyder, noting that the Patent office had approved it before, called them “Indian Givers” and immediately tried to trademark the name “Buffalo Jockeys”.

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Thoughts on Faith and Doubt (while camping)

stoplogThis week I started planning my yearly camping trip. Every year, at the end of August, I gather together family and friends and we depart on a wilderness canoe trip. I have been trekking into this one particular lake since I was three years old. Here are some memories from a previous year’s adventure:

The trip in takes about 10 hours. Half of that time is spent in the car, and half on the water. Four lakes and three portages later, we arrive at our destination campsite just before nightfall. The night is cool as autumn is just around the corner, and we fall asleep quickly as we are all exhausted from the exertion expended during the day. The next morning I am usually up early to make breakfast while the boys head out to try some fishing. I enjoy the early morning solitude, the crisp air, and the views as the mist rises from the lake. (The picture was taken from our campsite.) It is at times like this that I feel closest to God, experiencing his creation all around me, seeing the great blue heron glide in for a landing, hearing the early morning loon call, or the splash of a fish as it jumps for its dinner. The trees are just starting to adopt their colorful fall mantle, and I can’t help but marvel at the glory of creation. God is good.

fishThe boys come back from their fishing expedition ready to enjoy a hot breakfast. My son’s friend is an avid fisherman and he usually comes back with the biggest catch or the most fish. The camp becomes alive as friends tumble out of tents and there is much fun and laughter as they admire the morning catch. I will join them a little later to prove that even the old guy can catch a few. I sit back and take in the hustle and bustle around me. I am so glad that I am in this place and enjoying these friends. God is good.

The day stretches on. As the afternoon sun heats up, we head down the lake to do some cliff jumping. These lakes were formed by glacier action during the last ice age, and so there are a number of places where jumps of twenty feet or more can be made into clear deep water. Their favorite game involves a “quarterback” throwing a football at the exact moment that someone launches themselves off the cliff. With any luck, the path of the football and the path of the jumper intersect during flight. I watch (and sometimes throw, and sometimes jump) and take joy in the fun they are having. God is good.

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Lisa Dye: The Fruitfulness of Contingency

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The Fruitfulness of Contingency
by Lisa Dye

“Christ is contingency … faith in God is, finally, faith in change.”

– Christian Wiman

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Recently, on a sunny Saturday morning … the kind that sparkles and makes you feel happy to be alive … I gathered the strawberries and rhubarb growing in my garden to make jam. It would be the culmination of a labor of love for my oldest daughter who was having a birthday. I had another gift for her too, but I wanted to make this after she told me not long ago it had always been her favorite. I felt ashamed I hadn’t known. In my family, I am sort of famous for my raspberry jam, so I had given up other jam pursuits years ago, ignorant of the fact it wasn’t number one on my firstborn’s list.

If it sounds as if I live in a sweet little world where gardening and jam making are my chief occupations, I must disabuse you of the notion. They have always come last in a long list of tasks, the chief ones of which have been child rearing and working in our family business. If I want to garden and make jam, I must fight. But for the past two years I not only did not fight, I hardly set foot in the little bit of land I had worked hard many seasons to tame and cultivate.

Life had gotten in the way and I let my strawberries and raspberries get covered in weeds one season and I let drought kill off most of the patch the next. I let birds and bunnies eat the tomatoes, peppers and other things I half-heartedly planted and then whole-heartedly ignored. In addition to the ramped up activities involved with getting our youngest child out of high school and into college and stressful situations at work, I had a family wedding to plan, a husband to help through injuries and illness, a beloved yellow Labrador who got cancer and died, elder care issues and my own body and mind that has felt tired and frazzled. This spring, I walked outside after a long, hard winter and surveyed the situation.

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