Now, that headline oversells the actual claims Keller makes in the video. Still, the impression given by both the video and article is that (Christian) marriage always guarantees a deeply satisfying sex life while sex outside of marriage inevitably and always leads to disappointment, unhappiness, and disastrous consequences.
Pastor Keller, who was answering the question, “Why is sex outside of marriage so destructive?” says the following in the video:
Sex inside of a committed marriage is magic. It’s like blowing on the coals of this incredible beautiful and powerful flame. Sex outside of marriage is just a way of not giving yourself, but of receiving fulfillment and pleasure.
Here, you can watch Tim Keller for yourself:
First of all, I want to say I appreciate what Tim Keller has to say. I especially like the fact that he talks about the sexual experiences of married couples who are older. He has reached a season of life that gives him perspective about life and relationships and how sexuality fits into a bigger picture of years knowing and loving another person.
If I could categorize his teaching I would say it reflects the Judeo-Christian wisdom tradition. It represents a certain understanding of the order of creation and how the institution of marriage was designed to provide a haven for committed love between a man and a woman.
I share a belief in this tradition, I find security and safety within it. I commend it to others. I think it represents the best possibility for love and families to flourish. I am as traditional as Keller about marriage and I find his testimony attractive.
However, I struggle with what Christians do with such teaching and testimony.
This is the focus and content of a remarkable chapter in Gordon W. Lathrop’s book, The Pastor: A Spirituality.
And this is the chapter that, most of all, sets the liturgical traditions apart from the free churches. This is what many of us who fled those non-liturgical congregations hungered and thirsted for. It wasn’t just that we wanted to celebrate communion more often or have a more structured form of worship. No, what Lathrop outlines in this chapter is a different vision of the Church, a contrasting culture, an entirely different mindset than what many of us experienced in free church evangelicalism.
Gordon Lathrop makes two simple points in this chapter:
To be the church means to come to the table together.
Christianity came into existence as a meal fellowship. Biblical images, some of them used in the early centuries of the faith, can help us understand the importance of this assertion. The food itself was now the very presence of Jesus, his encounterable body in our midst, his covenant-making blood on the lintels of our bodies. The meal was the taste of the feast on the mountain (Isaiah 25), the Spirit-given end of death itself, the gathering of all peoples to eat and to drink, like Abraham and Sarah (Genesis 18), with the Holy Trinity. The gathering was now the qahal, the ekklesia, eating and drinking with God and sending portions to those for whom nothing was prepared, as in the account of Nehemiah (Nehemiah 8).
To serve the church as a minister means to take up the role of a table-servant.
We would do well to recover the concrete meaning and the concrete connotations of “ministry.” Let the ministers be diakonoi. Let the gospel be set out as food, in the food, and in the relief for the poor. Christianity is a meal fellowship and diakonia is its unique idea about leadership. The words for this recovery, of course, are words from the heart of the Gospel tradition: “Whoever wants to be first must be last of all and table server of all” (Mark 9:35), and “Whoever wishes to become great among you must be your table server, and whoever wishes to be first among you must be slave of all. for the Son of Man came not to be served at table but to serve the table, and to give his life a ransom for the many” (Mark 10:43-45). Finally, the great table service of Christ to the world is the cross. There, by holy mercy, he is the server and the food, the very fruit from the tree of life for faith to receive and eat and live and also the very famine relief of God served up to all the needy world.
In all this, he is asserting the down-to-earth, lived reality of the Christian life and Church. Jesus introduced the Kingdom not so much in ideas as through incarnational action — by eating and drinking with people. Many of his sayings and stories reflect that, and come to us as examples of “table talk” that he shared around meals. Christianity, Lathrop says, is like that. It is a meeting, a meeting at table. Baptism is how we “wash for dinner.” When we gather, we not only share the nourishment of words and rituals, but also actual food and drink. Furthermore, recognizing that some of the family are unable to gather with us, we take them their meals and visit with them in Christian love. Also, knowing that many of our neighbors are hungry and short on resources, we take care to relieve the poor around us through sharing our bread and possessions with them.
The table service of the gospel belongs to the whole church, of course. But it is also the special calling of the ordained.
If someone asks me what I do, my proper answer should be, “I wait tables.”
I see to it that my family is fed and nourished and cared for.
I sit with them as one who is likewise hungry and thirsty and we break bread together.
At the table, we talk. We listen. We learn from each other.
We are fed.
Gordon Lathrop says, “When it is healthy, Christianity is a meal fellowship still.”
You can have your grand auditoriums, your preaching palaces, your gospel multiplexes, your all-purpose campuses that house every conceivable program.
I’ll be meeting with friends at the table.
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This is part 4 of a series. Here are links to previous posts:
The Day Before A sermon for the first Sunday in Advent, 2013
‘But about that day and hour no one knows, neither the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. For as the days of Noah were, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. For as in those days before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day Noah entered the ark, and they knew nothing until the flood came and swept them all away, so too will be the coming of the Son of Man. Then two will be in the field; one will be taken and one will be left.Two women will be grinding meal together; one will be taken and one will be left. Keep awake therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. But understand this: if the owner of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into.Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.
– Matthew 24:36-44
I have a friend named Michael Spencer who died on Opening Day of the baseball season in 2010. I mention the time because Michael was a lifelong baseball fan, a die hard supporter of the Cincinnati Reds. He died in the evening, after the Reds lost to the Cardinals, 11-6, at Great American Ballpark. We who loved him like to think that he was happy to know another season was underway, and even though the Reds lost, that it was going to be a long season, and on Opening Day there is always hope.
About five months before his death, Michael, who was known on the internet as “The Internet Monk,” wrote an article called, “There’s Always a Day Before.” In that piece, he said:
We all live the days before. We are living them now.
There was a day before 9-11.
There was a day before your child told you she was pregnant.
There was a day before your wife said she’d had enough.
There was a day before your employer said “layoffs.”
We are living our days before. We are living them now.
Some of us are doing, for the last time, what we think we will be doing twenty years from now.
Some of us are on the verge of a much shorter life, or a very different life, or a life turned upside down.
Some of us are preaching our last sermon, making love for the last time, saying “I love you” to our children for the last time in our own home. Some of us are spending our last day without the knowledge of eternal judgment and the reality of God. We are promising tomorrow will be different and tomorrow is not going to give us the chance, because God has a different tomorrow entirely on our schedule. We just don’t know it today.
Michael wrote this because at the time he was reflecting on the unexpected diagnosis of a terminal disease that one of his friends and coworkers had just received. The man had been a picture of health who took excellent care of himself and was devoted to serving the Lord at the Christian school where they worked. Then one day the doctor looked him in the eye and said, “Leukemia.” The day before, Michael’s friend had no idea. The day before, he thought he had many, many more days of being with his family, doing his work, enjoying life. But on the next day, everything changed.
The ironic part of the story is that, just a few weeks later, my friend Michael Spencer went to the doctor and received a similar diagnosis — only this time it was colon cancer. That was right after Thanksgiving in 2009. By the end of December Michael had undergone brain surgery. In January it was getting so he couldn’t write much anymore. Before you knew it, he was in hospice care, and he died on Opening Day in April.
The day before, he had been writing articles like, “There’s Always a Day Before.” Then the day that changed his life came.
In today’s Gospel, Jesus reminds us of this same fact of life. Jesus tells us no one knows when God will intervene and life will change dramatically. He says it will be like the days of Noah. While Noah was out building his boat, everyone else was going about business as usual — getting married, raising their kids, working in the fields. They didn’t have a clue that the skies were about to open up and wash it all away.
Jesus also says here that it’s like when a thief breaks into your home. You aren’t expecting that; you don’t see it coming.
In the light of this reality, Jesus says, “Keep awake…, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. …Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an unexpected hour.”
One day the seminary students came to Elisha and told him, “As you can see, our dormitory is too small. Tell us, as our president, whether we can build a new one down beside the Jordan River, where there are plenty of logs.”
“All right,” he told them, “go ahead.”
“Please, sir, come with us,” someone suggested.
“I will,” he said.
When they arrived at the Jordan, they began cutting down trees; but as one of them was chopping, his axhead fell into the river.
“Oh, sir,” he cried, “it was borrowed!”
“Where did it fall?” the prophet asked. The youth showed him the place, and Elisha cut a stick and threw it into the water; and the axhead rose to the surface and floated! “Grab it,” Elisha said to him; and he did. (2 Kings 6: 1-7, Living Bible)
“In solemn truth I tell you, anyone believing in me shall do the same miracles I have done, and even greater ones, because I am going to be with the Father. You can ask him for anything, using my name, and I will do it, for this will bring praise to the Father because of what I, the Son, will do for you. Yes, ask anything, using my name, and I will do it!” (John 14: 12-14, Living Bible)
For our Scripture readings today, I have chosen the passages from the Living Bible. Why? Because of its utter lack of religiosity. I don’t want there to be any trace of religious feeling in what we are looking at. God wants to meet us in these words today in the reality of life, not in some put-up job of dressed-up churchiness. For either Jesus means what he says in a real way, or … or all we have is another Sunday sermon that has nothing to do with our lives the rest of the week.
As you emerge from your tryptophan-induced coma, I have some startling news for you. Eating turkey doesn’t make you sleepy. Really. So get your butt off the couch and get washing those dishes already. There. I feel I’ve done my duty to our nation as a whole. Now, pass me another piece of pie and let’s get rambling. I’ve got a lot of football to watch today.
Pope Francis just does not let up. This week he released “The Joy of the Gospel,”setting forth his vision for the Church. He makes it clear that he does not mean for there to be business as usual in the Church. And you know how well institutions like the Catholic Church do with change.
Speaking of change, you’ll need a pocketful if you want to tour the National Cathedral after the first of the year. It will now cost you a sawbuck to walk through the Anglican edifice in our nation’s capital. It’s a beautiful building, but I’m not sure it’s worth ten bucks. Anyone want to challenge my thinking?
There are more charges of plagiarism against Mark Driscoll, brought forth by radio talk show host Janet Mefferd. This time it seems he lifted passages from a D.A. Carson Bible commentary. I’m waiting for Driscoll to throw someone under the bus, saying that he trusted a ghostwriter to do some of the work for him. That’s just a guess on my part. Otherwise Driscoll will have to admit that he used others’ words without giving proper attribution. (He could employ the “independent creation” defense, saying that all on his own he came up with the same words as Carson on the same subject. But that’s not really believable in most cases.)
We here at InternetMonk like to think we are an indispensable part of your life, and this morning, we are going to prove it by providing you with all the reason you need to skip the madness of early-morning shoppers and allow you to stay in your pajamas inside your warm house.
It is the first (and most likely, last) Jeff Dunn Christmas Shopping Guide.
That’s right. I’m going to share with you some great gift ideas that will make Christmas morning merry and bright for all. And the best thing of all is you can do it all from the comfort of your own Barcalounger. Just click on the handy links to take you where you need to go. So put on the coffee, grab your credit card, and let’s go shopping. We’ll start by taking the elevator to the first floor:
Books
There is one book that you will want to give this year. It’s the perfect gift because a) it is spiritually uplifting and encouraging, and b) it’s short. Flannery O’Connor’s A Prayer Journal records the great Southern author’s struggle with learning to pray. The entries were not written to be published, but were meant as prayers themselves. Personally, I think she could write out a grocery list and it would be better than 99% of the stuff that sits on bookstore shelves today. O’Connor died way too young and after only two complete novels and a few short stories. A Prayer Journal belongs next to all of her other works. (Don’t let on to the iMonk writers, but they might just be getting this in their stockings.)
Thomas Merton
To be grateful is to recognize the Love of God in everything He has given us – and He has given us everything. Every breath we draw is a gift of His love, every moment of existence is a grace, for it brings with it immense graces from Him.
Gratitude therefore takes nothing for granted, is never unresponsive, is constantly awakening to new wonder and to praise of the goodness of God. For the grateful person knows that God is good, not by hearsay but by experience. And that is what makes all the difference.
Annie Dillard
I think the dying pray at the last not “please,” but “thank you,” as a guest thanks his host at the door.
Ronald Rolheiser
Sanctity has to do with gratitude. To be a saint is to be fueled by gratitude, nothing more and nothing less.
Francis Schaeffer
A quiet disposition and a heart giving thanks at any given moment is the real test of the extent to which we love God at that moment.
N.T. Wright
A sense of astonished gratitude is very near the heart of authentic Christian experience.
Richard Rohr
Prayer is sitting in the silence until it silences us, choosing gratitude until we are grateful, and praising God until we ourselves are an act of praise.
G.K. Chesterton
Gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
Henri Nouwen
Gratitude goes beyond the “mine” and “thine” and claims the truth that all of life is a pure gift. In the past I always thought of gratitude as a spontaneous response to the awareness of gifts received, but now I realize that gratitude can also be lived as a discipline. The discipline of gratitude is the explicit effort to acknowledge that all I am and have is given to me as a gift of love, a gift to be celebrated with joy.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
It is only with gratitude that life becomes rich!
Winter Landscape: Cold, Early Winter, Shalum Shalumov
On Sunday, Advent begins. My annual habit has been to listen to only Advent and Christmas music from the beginning of Advent to the end of Christmastide.
This year, I am adding at least one playlist that consists of seasonal music about the coming of winter in our hemisphere and in our hearts. I have worked on it this past week and refined it a couple of times in preparation for our Thanksgiving trip later in the week, and thought you might be interested in seeing it.
Music is the soundtrack of my generation’s life, and many of us have been making “playlists” of favorite songs since the days of reel-to-reel tape recorders and then cassette mix-tapes. A playlist like the one I’m presenting here today is not simply a list of recorded songs, it is a window which allows a glimpse into the heart of the one who has put it together.
These are not just songs I like about December and the coming of winter — rather, they help define “winter” for me. They reflect the creational, cultural, and emotional contexts in which I think about the redemptive events we celebrate during the month.
With that in mind, here is my “December” playlist…
1. A Hazy Shade Of Winter, Simon & Garfunkel
We start with the upbeat, jangling sounds of Simon & Garfunkel at their sixties folk best, as they capture the spare, windswept landscape wondering, “What’s become of me?” “Look around, leaves are brown. There’s a patch of snow on the ground…”
2. Winter Birds, Ray Lamontagne
LaMontagne gives us a lovely, intimate winter ode that contrasts the dying of the year with warm, life-sustaining love.
The winter birds have gone back again Here the sprightly chickadee, gone now is the willow wren In passing greet each other as if old, old friends And to the voiceless trees it is their own they will lend
The days grow short as the nights grow long The kettle sings its tortured songs A many petaled kiss I place upon her brow Oh my lady, lady I am loving you now
3. A Long December, Counting Crows “I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, Makes you talk a little lower…” Why? Because this time of year contains the paradoxes of this song — a growing darkness and isolation mixed with the hope of new beginnings.
4. A Roving on a Winter’s Night, James Galway, Jay Ungar and Molly Mason
A traditional winter folk song, with fiddle, guitar, mandolin, and James Galway’s sweet flute playing. “A roving on a winter’s night, And drinking good old wine, Thinking about my own true love, He broke this heart of mine.”
5. White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes
Kids “all swallowed in their coats” playing the snow. Pure joy. What could be better?
6. Snow, Loreena McKennitt
An ethereal meditation on a walk through the winter landscape:
The road before me smooths and fills Apace, and all about The fences dwindle, and the hills Are blotted slowly out; The naked trees loom spectrally Into the dim white sky.
…Then all is silent and the snow falls Settling soft and slow The evening deepens and the grey Folds closer earth and sky The world seems shrouded, far away.
7. Snow On High Ground, Nightnoise
An lovely Celtic instrumental to prolong our meditation on the season’s scenery.
8. Icicles, Patty Griffin
A tender, intimate song for when “we just want a little sun for ourselves.”
9. Winter, Bill Staines
Bill Staines has been a favorite folk singer of mine for over thirty years now. From New Hampshire, he knows about winter, and knows how to sing about it with wistful charm.
10. Sometimes In Winter, Blood Sweat & Tears
From BS&T’s iconic second album (it won the Grammy over Abbey Road), this was the only song not featuring David Clayton Thomas on vocals. Steve Katz wrote and sang this poignant tune, which finds him walking through “snow and city sleet,” longing for lost love.
11. December, David Gray “What happened to the skies? December.”
A winter’s day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island.
Today, a rich quote from Gordon W. Lathrop on preparing to preach. This is not so much about the “nuts and bolts” of preparing a manuscript but rather about how preaching grows out of the pastor’s life, prepared through paying attention and engaging his or her imagination.
I want a pastor like this. I want to be a pastor like this. No more Bible lectures or sterile apologetic proofs. No more shallow moralizing. No more insensitive rants that fail to take into account the actual situations of real people. No more cliched optimism. No more posing.
Don’t tell me stories about your life. Tell me about life. Help me imagine it. Introduce me to the One who gives it, and let me feel the wind in my face.
For me, then, because I am a preacher of the church, continual practice in attention and imagination must be a part of my daily round. I read novels and go to a few films, chosen with critical discretion, so that I might imagine the situation of other people and pay attention to the ways fine artists envision the world. I read a little history and some ethnography, and I try to listen carefully to the personal stories that are told to me, not immediately imposing my meaning on them. I listen to the Scripture as we read it at our dinner table and to the great stories we read aloud before we go to bed. I watch the trees and birds outside my window. I walk on the streets of my city, watching faces, and I walk in the nearby woods, attending to the actual place on the earth where I live. In both places — streets and woods — I try to see what is happening. I pursue interests in other cultures than here, other places away from here. I go to museums and to art shows. I try to keep learning languages other than those I already know. I try to see if I can observe in what ways women and men, young people and older people, gay people and straight people may or may not differ in their experience of the world. I read a good newspaper, carefully and critically, though I do not watch much television, my feeling being that there is usually very little there that will surprise me. I read the Scripture alone, seeking to hold myself before Christ in the text, continually surprised by Christ in the text, eating and drinking the body and blood of Christ in the text. For me this lectio divina, the “news,” pastoral care, walking, personal reading, family life, and my personal encounters with other cultures and other languages all make up part of the preparation for preaching. Seldom do such exercises yield an “illustration” for a sermon. Rather, they function to train my attention and imagination. It is attention and imagination I must bring to the preparation for preaching.
So when my friend texted me and invited me to go to Gardner’s Used Books on Saturday afternoon, who was I to refuse? Especially because he also offered to buy me a drink at Sonic. As I looked through the selection of books in the religion section at Gardner’s, I came upon a very well-kept copy of The Way Bible—Catholic Edition that begged me to make it my own. Which I did. I’ve spent the last few days reading from it as often as I can. It takes me back to the beginning of my faith journey, more than 40 years ago. The Way was the first Bible I had other than an old King James Version. Reading this again was like eating my grandma’s bread pudding once again. Comfort food, only this for the spirit.
I have many Bibles in my home. My favorites to just hold are my Allan KJV in blue leather and the Omega Thinline ESV (both available from our friends at evangelicalBible.com). Perhaps because they have such incredible bindings I am not given to using them for everyday reading and study. The two Bibles I default to for those tasks are The Voice for reading, and the New American Standard Bible for study.
Now, however, I have found my “guilty pleasure” Bible, The Way. Ken Taylor published Living Letters, the New Testament paraphrased, in the early 1960s (the complete Bible was first published in 1971), using the American Standard Version as his baseline. Taylor was not a “theological giant,” even though he had a graduate degree in theology. (His undergrad degree from Wheaton was in zoology.) He was an editor, someone who knew the value of putting words together to convey meaning in a way that held people’s attention, something the King James Version did not do.
Is it acceptable for the Bible to be a storybook, a book we enjoy reading rather than “have to” read? Can we see God in the pages of a Bible that is understandable, or do we have to have it in a form that reads more like an academic treatise?