The biggest concept I have been wrestling with tonight has to do with the evidence of the baptism in the spirit. I’m not concerned presently with whether tongues is the initial physical evidence, but with what that means and should mean in our lives.
My quandary is this: if the Pentecostal revival of the past century was to mark a particular closeness to the return of Christ, and so some extra power was available to evangelize the world as we said when the A/G formed…
And if we accept that saints of old were not filled with the Spirit by lack of that evidence…
And if I am filled with the Spirit, as I have spoken with tongues,
Then why is my life marked with significantly less power than heroes of the faith, capable theologians, preachers, and reformers who were not filled?
Does the Spirit connect to the hearts of people in my congregation more than he does in the congregations of my dear brothers in other denominations?
What can I say about this doctrine which I hold dear and have experienced, since I like most practicing Pentecostals don’t seem to find use for my Spirit-filled giftings to build up the body?
Perhaps being filled with the Spirit, like sanctification, is a process. It isn't enough to have a single experience but like the mystics of old, we must practice the gifts until they work out a greater power in the body than we have seen in practice these days.
I write about the ways God is stretching me, the thoughts of the day, and bits of randomness.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is an ancient tradition. In England it was “Harvest Home,” the harvest festival that the pilgrims celebrated with their native friends. It is tragic that the relationship forged in the first hard years of Plymouth colony wouldn’t last as spiritual pilgrims gave way to colonists of political and consumerist aspirations. Harvest Home shares its roots with festivals common in cultures celebrating harvest and bounty.
Ancient Israel had its harvest festival as well; the feast of Tabernacles celebrated the harvest, and God’s provision in the wilderness. It also carried with it an apocalyptic expectation of the coming messiah.
Ray Orth preached last night at our Thanksgiving Eve service. He asked the question “Where does thanks begin?” Ultimately his answer was “at the foot of the cross.” It begins with the gift and the giver.
An important expression of thanks is as we partake in the gift. The image of sitting around the table and feasting on the fruit of the harvest should not be a picture of consumerist gluttony, but of a spiritual partaking in the gift, accepting it with thanks and celebrating.
Ancient Israel had its harvest festival as well; the feast of Tabernacles celebrated the harvest, and God’s provision in the wilderness. It also carried with it an apocalyptic expectation of the coming messiah.
Ray Orth preached last night at our Thanksgiving Eve service. He asked the question “Where does thanks begin?” Ultimately his answer was “at the foot of the cross.” It begins with the gift and the giver.
An important expression of thanks is as we partake in the gift. The image of sitting around the table and feasting on the fruit of the harvest should not be a picture of consumerist gluttony, but of a spiritual partaking in the gift, accepting it with thanks and celebrating.
Friday, November 18, 2005
LookSmart's Furl - View Item - Sacred Idolatry
LookSmart's Furl - View Item - Sacred Idolatry I found this story from The Ooze interesting.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Why so long a dry spell...
I got my second rejection letter a couple weeks ago. I sent my article Relational Ministry to Family Ministry. I promptly got my triplicate manuscript back in pristine condition. Not a red pen, not a drop of coffee, not a smudge of cheeto. They say that it doesn’t fit their journal.
I found myself loath to write since. Am I a writer? or do I fool myself? At least I can claim “laziness” more than Bill at the coffee shop. He smells like a nihilist with coke bottle glasses and grand thoughts of himself. He rarely buys a small coffee and always chats up the pretty young girls with his idea for the greatest American novel.
At least my words actually make it to print, and don’t simply fall out from my mouth like so much drool. I resist this feeling of inadequacy. So what if my articles aren’t published in print? They are published here, and here they shall remain until I can rework them into something better. My plan of action: couch the articles in narrative; conduct more case studies to provide characters for my story.
I found myself loath to write since. Am I a writer? or do I fool myself? At least I can claim “laziness” more than Bill at the coffee shop. He smells like a nihilist with coke bottle glasses and grand thoughts of himself. He rarely buys a small coffee and always chats up the pretty young girls with his idea for the greatest American novel.
At least my words actually make it to print, and don’t simply fall out from my mouth like so much drool. I resist this feeling of inadequacy. So what if my articles aren’t published in print? They are published here, and here they shall remain until I can rework them into something better. My plan of action: couch the articles in narrative; conduct more case studies to provide characters for my story.
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