Archive for July, 2004

Getting Used to Evil

 
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How have people permitted great acts of violence in places like Nazi Germany, Stalin’s Russia, Cambodia, and Rwanda?  They just got used to it.  “To tell the truth, one did become used to it,” explained Franz Stangel, a Nazi commandant of the death camps of Sobibor and Treblinka.

Part of how the terrorist functionaries get used to it is that they often have some slight distance between themselves and those being maimed and murdered.  As Dr. Johann Kremer, one SS physician explained (about his preference for doing pathology research on fresh human tissue):  “When I had collected my information the orderly approached the patient and killed him with an injection in the vicinity of the heart. . . . I myself never made any lethal injections.”
 
I’m reading a wonderful book called King Leopold’s Ghost about the Belgian conquest of the Congo.  King Leopold II tried to appear like a great humanitarian (appealing to racist notions in Europe) but was a greedy, land-hungry despot.  His Belgian officials in the Congo inflicted unimaginable torture to people whom they were ostensibly trying to “help.” 

Often Africans (including children) were beated with a chicotte, “a whip of raw, sun-dried hippopotamus hide, cut into a long sharp-edged corkscrew strip.  Usually the chicotte was applied to the victim’s bare buttocks.  Its blows would leave permanent scars; more than twenty-five strokes could mean unconsciousness; and a hundred or more—not an uncommon punishment—were often fatal.”

But usually the Belgians required other Africans (who were promoted to “foremen”) to inflict the punishment.  That was the sliver of distance that allowed them to just get used to it.

There have been some monsters in the world’s history.  But each of them has had thousands of functionaries who carried out their inhumane insanity.  How could those thousands do it?  They just got used to it.

And now, I’m wondering about the things I’ve just gotten used to.   The inhumane treatment of fellow human beings comes in many forms.

Ed Fudge on Homosexuality

Sorry my posts have been so sporadic for the past couple weeks.  And they probably will be until AUGUST 9.  Then it’s time to get back to business!

Our country is bound to continue to struggle with issues related to homosexuality–especially in a pluralistic society. 

But as those discussions are taking place, it’s essential that the church be clear about what it believes, honest about where it is uncertain, and compassionate toward all.  More on this later . . . .  But here is a wonderful piece from Ed Fudge:

 
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EDWARD FUDGE
Jul 27, 2004

A gracEmail subscriber writes: “I am a devout Christian. I am also a lesbian. For several years I have been celibate but very lonely. I have been studying some material that reconciles faith with gay sexual orientation. It notes that Jesus himself was notably silent on the subject, that the Greek and Hebrew words translated as ‘homosexual’ roughly mean a male prostitute, and that Paul’s comments may have been addressing pagan religious rituals and practices rather than monogamous homosexual relationships. I’m really feeling confused.”

I commend you for seeking the Lord’s will about sexual activity in a time when most people give little if any thought to God’s wishes. Our culture thinks nothing of sexual intercourse between heterosexual singles. Modern society regards divorce as an easy escape from discomfort or as a means to self-fulfillment when one’s spouse loses that “special” aura or appeal. There is also a great move afoot today to legitimatize homosexual intimacy. Such attitudes and opinions result from worldly thinking not informed by the Holy Spirit. We need to renew our minds based on biblical revelation so that we are not deceived.

God’s plan for sexual relations calls for joyful and self-giving intimacy between one man and one woman who are married to each other for life. This excludes sexual relations between singles, between a married person and anyone other than a spouse and between people of the same sex. Jesus did not specifically address every form of sexual immorality. Instead he condemned impurity in general and reaffirmed God’s positive plan (Matt. 19:4-6).

Paul’s language in Romans 1:26-28, 1 Cor. 6:9-11 and 1 Tim. 1:9-10 clearly prohibits homosexual relations by either women or men. These prohibitions and warnings certainly include pagan practices, prostitution and promiscuity, but there is no biblical or linguistic basis for limiting them to that. Contrary to common assertions, the ancient world also was familiar with loving, long-term homosexual relationships (as documented by Dr. James DeYoung in Homosexuality: Contemporary Claims Examined in Light of the Bible and Other Ancient Literature and Law, published by Kregel.) Such relationships are no exception to blanket biblical condemnations of homosexual intimacy.

Homosexual orientation is a “brokenness” in our fallen world but a person is not sinning merely because they have such an orientation. Many heterosexual people also have “broken” cravings to which they too must say “No” for Christ’s sake. God can heal sexual brokenness of all kinds and he can supernaturally enable a holy life. This applies to homosexually-oriented persons as well as to the far greater number of unmarried heterosexual persons. Meanwhile, those of us who have truly experienced God’s love and forgiveness regarding our own sins need to come alongside our struggling brothers and sisters to encourage them in holiness and to offer godly friendship and spiritual intimacy.

For a pastorally-sensitive presentation of the larger biblical perspective on this subject, I recommend “The Gay Debate”, a little booklet by Stanton Jones, published by IVP, Box 1400, Downers Grove, IL 60515. 

© 2004 by Edward Fudge. Unlimited permission to copy without altering text or profiteering is hereby granted subject to inclusion of this copyright notice.

Machu Picchu

I’ve been flying through books for the past week with some time designated for reading and praying.  One book that was a “for fun” read was Nicholas Sparks’s new one, Three Weeks With My Brother.  The best-selling author (The Notebook,  A Walk to Remember, The Wedding, etc.) received a travel brochure for an around-the-world-in-three-weeks trip.  So he called up his brother, Micah, and pitched him the idea.

Partly the book is a travelogue of their visits to places like Guatemala’s Mayan ruins, Peru’s Incan temples, Chile’s Easter Island, and Cambodia’s killing fields.  But each chapter leads him backward to recount their challenging lives, which have included being raised in poverty, the deaths of the rest of their family (parents and sister), and the (apparent) autism of one of Nicholas’s sons.

Just the thought of two brothers getting to travel together to reconnect is stirring.  Micah tries to help his younger brother put aside his workaholism and enjoy life; Nicholas tries to point his older brother back toward faith.

Hey, Randy, you reading this?  I have two words, little brother:   Machu Picchu!

“Only Human” or “Not Human Enough”?

Three words offer the “what-more-can-I-say” excuse.  They say, in essence, “Hey, I’m flawed, I’m weak, I’m sin-filled.  What would you expect?”  The three words?  “I’m only human.”

But as I’ve meditated on the meaning of the incarnation, I wonder if we have the wrong view of what it means to be a human.  Maybe, in light of the life of Jesus, our problem is that we’re not human enough yet.

From the example of Jesus we’ve learned this:  to be human means to build on eternal values, to bless all whom we encounter, to live for justice, to speak for those without a voice, and to keep our eyes peeled for the rule of God.

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Been out of town for a few days — without cell phone reception or internet connection.  It was like a return to the dark ages (10 years ago).  And . . . it was wonderful.  Of course, there are the 155 messages waiting for me.  Ughh. 

Is e-mail a way to SAVE TIME?

One thing hit me as I was away in solitude:  there are books inside me that want out.  I don’t know what to do about that.  I don’t know how to be a husband, dad, preacher, teacher, editor, and visiting speaker — and let these books out.  I don’t want to crank them out sloppily. 

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Great weekend in St. Louis!  It was our last “Ancient Future” Zoe worship conference.  (A new theme will begin in Nashville this fall.)  It was exhausting–leading two 2 1/2 hour and one other 2 hour worship sessions–but I’m blessed as well as worn out.  Someone jokingly (I think!) asked me Saturday morning, “What are you going to talk about this morning?  You covered the whole Bible last night!”   I love working with Brandon–as well as with the Zoe singers:  Sheryl, Melissa, Amy, Karen, Jason, David, Jonathon, and Brian.  Also love ministering side-by-side with the Maxwells, Eric, Greg, Theresa, Randy, all the workshop teachers, etc.  I’m very thankful for the McKnight Road Church that hosted the conference and for my own elders who bought into my passion for the Zoe ministry by giving me a couple extra weeks to travel this year to the conferences around the country.

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Jim Woodroof.

For some reason, my few hours in Searcy this week got me to thinking about Jim Woodroof. He was preaching for the College Church when Diane and I were students there. He changed our lives. He gave me a vision for preaching–a vision of drawing people into the topsy-turvy world of scripture. A world where the first are last and the last are first. A world where blessings are announced on the poor in spirit and the meek. A world where submission trumps dominance and serving trumps power.

No student had to feel bad that Jim didn’t remember their name . . . because he couldn’t remember anyone’s name. He was an equal opportunity forgettor. But all knew that he loved them and wanted them to give their lives to Jesus.

I remember him saying that he wanted to be with Jesus so much that he thought he’d go to hell if he found out that Jesus was there.

He loved 2 Corinthians and John’s gospel. He preached them with passion and gospel-formed insight.

When I grow up, I want to be like him.

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As an avid reader, I’ve found myself returning again and again to writers whom I can trust to be thoughtful. I don’t remember ever reading anything by Philip Yancey or Eugene Peterson when I thought, “Hey, that wasn’t worth my time.” Their words are eloquent, insightful, and faith-filled.

Today from Peterson:

“What a waste it would be to take these short, precious, eternity-charged years that we are given and squander them in cocktail chatter when we can be . . . vehemently human and passionate about God.”

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A quick trip to LR yesterday (and then in the evening to Searcy to watch the all-star game with a buddy). I forget sometimes what an incredibly beautiful city Little Rock is. Tall, gorgeous TREES everywhere! The Arkansas River. Hills and bluffs.

While on the tram between terminals, I heard a harried mom explaining to her daughter (about 4) that the next flight would be much longer. “How much longer?” she wanted to know. “About a Shrek and a half,” she replied. Isn’t that much more practical than, “When the big hand is on the . . .”?

If you have time, catch yesterday’s Tavis Smiley show. He has an interview, that turns into a discussion/debate, between Jim Wallis (Christian leader and editor of SoJourner) and Jerry Falwell about values, morality, and politics.

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I’m pausing at DFW for a bit, reflecting on what you often see at ticket counters: angry people. SOMEONE has done SOMETHING to make them mad!!

Guess what? Someone doesn’t make you mad. You decide to be mad. You have control; the choice is yours. You can respond to unfavorable external stuff with reason and patience, or you can respond with anger.

It’s one of the secrets of life and especially of marriage. People imagine that if they had a different spouse, a different job, a different church THEN they’d be happy. But they carry their own habits of self-pity, blaming, and resentment with them.

It’s a great day when you realize that God blessed you with the gift of choice. Happiness is within your reach no matter what the circumstances. It’s a lesson I’ve had to preach to myself often, which is ridiculous in light of how incredibly blessed my life has been.