In Praise of Jamie Soles’ New Album, Supplanter

Starting with a new and hearty rendition of Supplanter, a song based on Genesis 25, Jamie inaugurates his 21st album with a burst of energy. Christians often complain about the lack of good Christian music for daily enjoyment and edification, but in the far-away land of Grande Prairie, Alberta, Jamie has been singing the same faithful melodic and biblical line for a long time.

Better Still album cover

This is not your typical music covered by a vast array of repetitive lines to fill space. Jamie fills the space with substantive biblical language in order to indoctrinate us musically through the divine words of Yahweh. And the indoctrination is sweet, creative, and plain ol’ fun. I’m on my third listen and keep remembering new things from the insightful re-telling of the musical story.

The beauty of this entire album is just how much you learn about stories that are largely forgotten in the evangelical scene, but now receive a fresh anointing in the Soles’ soul-shaped lyrics. The stories tie together classic themes from Genesis 25-32 focusing on the Jacob narratives uniting the sacred themes of the text into a beautiful Jacobian tapestry. One is led into a final benediction only after he’s heard the stories of weddings and wrestling matches enough to shape our biblical imagination in a lasting way.

Bring out the kids to play and watch the adults sing along to the dynamic tunes and catchy rhythms of Jamie’s music. Do your family a favor and download Supplanter!

Evangelicals Against Bacon

I had five pieces of bacon this morning which means I am ready to take Brutus to war over Olivia’s affection…politically speaking. So, here it goes!

We should take a little time to talk about the lady that is often masked beside Joe Biden in campaign trails. And speaking of campaign trails, as the NYT points out this morning, Joe hath not one. That bastion of malarkey-ism pointed out that part of Joe’s strategy is not to campaign in the traditional form, so he can be perceived as a general Democrat; the kind that is very austere on COVID restrictions, but doesn’t say much about anything, ’cause, you know, stuff. The point is to present grandpa Joe in the best light: as someone who is keeping to himself like the rest of society and preserves his more frightening views in the basement during the winter.

It may or may not be working. We shall see in about 6 days and 15 hours from now.

If there is, however, one thing many conservatives agree is that Mike Pence is one heck of a nice guy who embodies many positive Christian ideals and who would make a good president should he be called to do so. He even says that he is fond of protecting his marriage…darn Puritan that he is!

Now, on the other side, ladies and gentlemen, you have Kamala Harris. I am going to assert that Evangelicals for Biden are also necessarily Evangelicals for Kamala. If you’re going to take your John McCain like an espresso, you have to take your Sarah Palin like a latte. You can’t have one without the other. Let’s assume Joe is the lovely grandpa that spits his tobacco into a well-crafted vase, but his VP is the lady who spits on people with her policies. Can you, my fellow evangelical-Bill-Graham-lovin’-altar-call-callin’ friend say that your support for Biden is also your support for Kamala by implication? Are you ready for that word-game-association?

Kamala once berated a nominee for being part of that destructive organization called Knights of Columbus. To be part of one of the most renown and benign Catholic organizations in the world is a threat to her worldview. The dogma lives loudly with the sweet men gathering at the Cracker Barrel.

What is it that you cherish the most? Or, what are you willing to tolerate to avoid Captain Orange and his mean tirades on twitter? Is it Kamala’s view on reproductive rights? Her opposition to that tyrant Amy Coney Barrett (ahem, Supreme Court Justice ACB!), is it her romantic view on taxes, her support of the green new deal, or her ban on assault weapons? I want to understand your vote, evangelical friend, but I think we must part ways on this one.

I really hope you understand that when the Biden/Harris team pops up on January 20th, they are coming for all your bacon…metaphorically, of course. Unless they really mean what they say, then we might be staring at a barrel of a pun. Haha. Not funny.

Casablanca: A Review

It was my second time watching “Casablanca,” though my first time was almost 15 years ago. My daughter had watched it a couple of weeks ago, but begged me to watch it again with her. It was not difficult to comply.

When Casablanca was filmed in the early 1940’s, there was no expectation of major success. Unlike our star-studded and financial extravaganza of movies today, even though Casablanca hailed an enormously well-known cast (Bogart, Bergman and Paul Henreid), the movie was produced on a very tight budget.

When Humphrey Bogart played in “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre,” his role was of a generally damaged hero. Casablanca granted him a status of sacrificial hero. Virtually every word that came out of his mouth is memorable (“Here’s looking at you, kid!”).

The city of Casablanca is in French-ruled Morocco. During World War II, people wanted to find refuge outside of Europe and eventually make their way to the United States. The best route to escape Nazi-occupied places was to make their way to Lisbon, Portugal which served as a port of exit to America. Casablanca served as the place for refugees; a thriving economy where negotiations, secret handshakes, and exit visas were provided.

At the center of Casablanca’s display of war-weary refugees was Rick’s Café Americain, a stylish nightclub and casino where the movie’s central events occur. When a couple of Germans come into Casablanca carrying letters of transit, they are murdered. The letters end up in Rick’s possession who hides them in his musician’s piano. And speaking of the house musician Sam (Dooley Wilson), those few scenes he played are some of the finest in American television. “As Time Goes By” is as simple as it is majestic.

Rick is a rather mysterious figure who seems to understand how to navigate through political nuances of the German and the French and garners much influence in the community. He was involved in underdog causes in the 1930’s and guards a certain anti-Nazi disposition close.

When Ilsa, his former lover in France re-enters Rick’s life, the Café Americain owner transforms himself into a melancholic lover who is uncertain on how to proceed. He discovers that Ilsa has/was married to a well-known Czech nationalist, Victor Laszlo who serves the anti-Nazi cause. The story unfolds as Ilsa discovers that Rick possesses the necessary letters of transit so that she and Laszlo could leave the country. But in the process, their past romantic history re-flourishes. Yet, Rick is fully aware that Ilsa is married and that their affections cannot be realized as before. Rick’s uncertainty and sadness do not lead his role to a disoriented hero, but provides the animus towards a sacrificial orientation. As the theologian Walter Brueggeman once illustrated, and which I freely apply, Rick’s life undergoes disorientation, then orientation, and finally, a new orientation. This new orientation gives a strengthened Rick the gravitas to act decisively and sacrifice his relative calmness in Casablanca for a greater cause.

The intrigue at the end and the unexpected turn of events make Casablanca a charming and romantic movie that sealed the roles of Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman in film history.

*Brito Ratings give a 5/5!

Pride, Piper, and Politicians

Things are starting to warm up like a New England Puritan chowder. Politics is at the root of many evils, but it is not the central evil. The role politicians should have in our lives is the same as an ox eye daisy: “We love him, we love him not” with the “we love him not” pedal winning the day almost always. Yet, we bear a fifth commandment imperative to respect and keep a close eye on them. And when they disappoint us, we should dispose of them quicker than the leftover daisy and bring in the new guy. Politicians are not sacramentum, and we owe them no allegiance, except the allegiance of quiet and peaceful servant-hood. We should weigh that battle carefully and discerningly.

It came to my attention yesterday as fast as a lightning strike on twitterdom an article by one named John Piper. In fact, I read it within seconds of its publication. It should be noted that I read between 8-10 Piper books in my life, and I had the occasion to dine with him and a few others in an ETS conference in 2003, and sat under his general tutelage for the last 20 years. I am a connoisseur of evangelical information and there is nowhere you go in Baptist-land where Piper’s name is not known. My graduate background and pastoral writing world also puts me in close proximity to all the players in the Evangelical-dom. I am more generous than Bilbo and tend to like them more often than not.

Still, as one who consumes evangelical data faster than most, I see little things called trends. And the trend these days is to make black and white moral decisions about politics, which generally means that the pendulum swings to the Bernie side of things rather than the Cruz side of things. I have seen it so often in college campuses that I guess we could call it a “trajectory.” It’s one reason dads need to get their kids reading Proverbs early and listen to the ethics of the ants, and throw in a Puritan or two to moderate our inner libertinism. We need to shape their minds early on the things liberals hate to talk about: centrality of the Bible, worship, Lord’s Day attendance, and manliness in an age of kale yogurt.

Back in 2009, Piper was really astute when he said that in the constellation of things, he could see himself voting for the lesser of two evils, even if they were both pro-choice candidates. What would lead Piper, a charismatic, calvinist, evangelical, to get to the point where he cannot parse between private piety and externalized piety? I have seen this story before. Piper gets wrong the distinction between sins within its proper hierarchy.

An unrepentant adulterer 20 years ago, or an arrogant man, or a divisive man struggles with private piety for a variety of reasons. It may even be his lack of faith altogether. But those internalized sins do not form category of thoughts for culture in most cases. I am going to go out on a limb here and say that no man has seen Trump’s history of adultery with a Playboy beauty and said, “Yes, I am going to follow his example and adulterate because the president did.” This is a basic distinction that anyone who reads Ethics by Jefferson, Bonhoeffer, or Schaeffer would see.

To equate these two is almost to make a mockery of the civic codes of Moses that carefully distinguished categories of sacrifices and sins. All sin deserve death, but not all sin is created equal. But when Joe supports abortion at all stages, envisions a society where little boys can become girls, wishes to nationalize policies completely at odds with federalism, and endears himself to clear enemies of the Church, then we have a problem, ladies and gentlemen. Biden’s sins are external sins at the policy level. Yes, Trump is all the things Piper says he is, but Biden is all those things as well and his external impiety is enough to swallow Korah.

It’s not that Piper is wrong, but that he fails to be truly be right. He asserts two right things and approaches the praxis entirely in error. If in theory he’s right, he fails the praxis test, as John Frame would say. He fails to navigate the consequences of elections. Would you rather have a man who nominates a Catholic judge with seven kids, a 12-passenger van, two adopted children to the bench? Or a man who would never ponder for a second putting the ACB’s of this world in any bench? A man who fumbles through Christian speech, but is at least able to hear Christian speech? Or one who surrounds himself with worldly causes almost always supported by the most ungodly in the populace?

Why, tell me, are my mainline Christian friends, almost everyone of them, sharing an equal love for the Biden team and an equal love at the LGBTQ rallies and an equal passion to force down pro-choice legislation so antagonistic towards the man in the White House? I tell you, it’s not because he cusses in locker rooms, it’s because his positions tend to lean towards the side of legalists like you who still believe that until we figure out this baby-killing business, nothing else makes much sense.

Piper may not vote for anyone in this election, but I remain highly concerned about his trajectory. He changed his position since 2009 and he has every right to do so. I change my views on food daily. But what Piper cannot do is falsely equate actions. Pride is a dangerous thing and can lead to all sorts of painful consequences, but Amy Coney Barrett and religious freedom and a host of other healthy conservative causes at the very least means that Trump’s pride has not affected the common policy sense. It’s a result of someone who plays well for his team. But what do we call a man who seeks the destruction of the unborn and policies that any common-sense evangelical should call evil? I think I will stick to the ol’ way of speaking: pride.

Democrats are Ducks!

I will refrain from discussing politics this morning. I do want to say, however, that for the last two evenings my wife has incessantly ridiculed my taste for liver. No matter how well I cook it–with butter, Vidalia onions and spices, the mockery and the signs of disgust continue. It has been a difficult season in our lives, which reminds me that Facebook has no sense of humor. They had the audacity to treat one of my favorite Monty Python “Burn the Witch” bits as if it were a threat to society. The impertinence of this platform!

The scene begins when the village brings a woman accused of witchcraft. Their conclusive and zealous assertion is that she looks like a witch and therefore must be one. The case unfolds and reaches a crescendo when the village ponders how to test a witch. “Why do witches burn, after all?”
“Because they are made of wood.”

BEDEVERE: Does wood sink in water?

VILLAGER #1: No, no.

VILLAGER #2: It floats! It floats!

VILLAGER #1: Throw her into the pond!

CROWD: The pond!

BEDEVERE: What also floats in water?

VILLAGER #1: Bread!

VILLAGER #2: Apples!

VILLAGER #3: Very small rocks!

VILLAGER #1: Cider!

VILLAGER #2: Uhhh, gravy!

VILLAGER #1: Cherries!

VILLAGER #2: Mud!

VILLAGER #3: Churches — churches!

VILLAGER #2: Lead — lead!

ARTHUR: A duck.

CROWD: Oooh.

BEDEVERE: Exactly! So, logically…

VILLAGER #1: If… she… weighs the same as a duck.. she’s made of wood.

BEDEVERE: And therefore?

VILLAGER #1: A witch!

CROWD: A witch! A witch! A witch!

When the The Babylon Bee made a distinctly brilliant connection between the accusatory tone of Senator Horino towards Judge Amy Coney Barrett to the false witch trial in the Monty Python scene, Facebook lost its mind. Quoting G.K. Chesterton in the Wall Street Journal, Kyle Mann nails it: “Satire has weakened in our epoch for several reasons, but chiefly, I think, because the world has become too absurd to be satirised.”

My wife does not like liver, neither do my children and the vast portions of human civilization, but I accept them as human beings. They have every right to be wrong and lack sophistication! But I am certain, however, that the political climate has reached the point of absurdity and the absurd opens the gates of insanity. And what happens when they discover that a duck floats? And that she is not a witch? Their humor disappears!

The reason we can no longer laugh at the absurdity of the left is because we have stopped living uproariously in this world. The atheists of the 19th century hated Christians because they lived the good life without complaint and laughed too much. Our problem today is that we don’t laugh enough, which means we have lost our sense as image-bearers to laugh at evil, as God does (Ps. 2).

Let’s be honest: we should make fun of anyone who eats liver. And I, as a liver-lover, should take it like a good conservative and laugh with them as I taste and see the goodness of God in every bite. In the end, it’s all pretty comedic; like politics and those who think boys can become girls.

Life is not like a box of chocolates; it’s more hilarious than a randomized selection. It’s more like liver. I hear it floats in the water. Like a witch. Therefore, Democrats are witches which means they are all ducks.

Experiencing the Living Christ

What would it have felt to experience the Lord of glory in his earthly body for three years? To dine with Jesus, to sing with Jesus, to laugh, to cry, to hear the Word made flesh speak words to our flesh? And then to taste of his death with the bitter herbs of a funeral liturgy? But three days later, to taste of the fatted calf in his resurrection and believe that through his hands stained by the blood of death, pierced by the tools of evil men; to believe that he is alive again!

Imagine the emotional roller coaster you have experienced only to have him say to you 40 days later, “I am leaving.” This time, I am not going to Sheol, I am going to heaven; to reign for you and with you, and I am sending my Spirit to be within you.

Jesus ascends, so we might dine with the experience of his death, burial, and resurrection at the forefront of our minds. The Lord who died was raised; the Lord who was raised ascended; the Lord who ascended will come again. Like the earthly disciples, we too dine, sing, laugh, and rejoice together around a table with a vindicated man-made flesh, Jesus Christ.

Glorifying God and Enjoying Him Forever

The world’s most famous catechism asks, “What is the chief end of man?” The answer is equally well-known: “To glorify God and to enjoy him forever.” This answer provides a very comprehensive worldview. It gives a definitive purpose: to glorify, and a definitive state of being: to enjoy him forever.

But what strikes me about this catechism answer is the use of the word “and.” It separates the concept of “glorify” and “enjoyment.” These are two separate exercises. The answer is not to glorify God by enjoying him forever, though it would be true. But we glorify God, and we enjoy him forever. This is not abstract art or philosophical meandering; it’s a very distinct answer to life’s questions.

In an age when people walk around wondering what to do in life and when people seem uncertain if there is an objective way of looking at the world, the catechism comes right at you with no apologies. We glorify God, which is to say, we make his name weighty. We carry the weight of God wherever we go, and as we make God’s name weighty, we also have a distinct pleasure of enjoying him. There is a duty and a state of being.

Worship brings these two acts into focus: in worship, we make the name of God weighty, substantial. And we also enjoy God as we enter into this state of rest in the context of his people; the Word, the Sacrament, the fellowship, the singing, the enthusiasm of being with one another in heavenly places.

Let us glorify God and enter into a state of enjoyment together with the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Voting and Tempers

We are now entering these closing days before the election. Everyone who accompanies politics as a personal pastime is somewhere between disoriented and optimistic. I often play the role of a pastor to a small flock in Pensacola, whom I love more than anything. By now, they should know that politics is important as long as it submits to Zion. But I also acknowledge that there are a few dozen folks who don’t breathe my theological air but find the sort of things that I publish to be fruitful. I am grateful for all the positive feedback I have received through COVIDness, and I am incredibly thankful for all the private comments made. But pray tell me, why the preface, sir?

This entire preface serves to illustrate that disagreements will prevail in the coming weeks as they do at every Thanksgiving table in America about the nature of the turkey. The bad news is that our disagreements should prevail, and we ought not to run away from them. Of course, this is not the time to speak of rhetorical tricks for these upcoming days. But we should note that tempers will be running towards zealotry faster than Michael Phelps at a pool, and to quote grandma, “Be careful, children!” Good friendships should endure far beyond our disagreements on face cloths, political strategies and the superiority of a Chick-Fil-a sandwich.

For the record, ever since I have started caring about the political process, there comes a time in the days leading to an election that people suddenly become legal scholars and trained political philosophers. They become more passionate about the process than St. Nick when he slapped Arius at the Council of Nicaea (so the rumor goes!). That’s the nature of things!

To be clear, I have made subtle and precise observations throughout that this election is about trajectory. In other words, the things we care about like life in the womb, and the second and third thing after that shape our diagnosis of the problem. For others who find the abrasiveness of Captain Orange to be too much and who are overwhelmed by his tweets (count me in!), and who operate under the premise that the “pro-life” issue is too minimalistic to expect from an election and that racial issues and a greater call to unity is a more desirable approach and that we should contemplate a broader approach to politics that may give us a more sound understanding of life, like for instance, the “Pro-Life for Biden” fan club, then I have a few words for you. If you don’t happen to like that enormously long run-on sentence, you are not going to like the run-on sentence they have for you once you embrace that position.

For starters, as Biden said tonight, the idea of an 8-year-old seeking out a transgender surgery is par for the course. Or as he eloquently stated, “There should be zero discrimination!” Oh, and if you didn’t pick up that hidden mic during the ACB hearing, sister Feinstein said she is concerned because Amy Barrett seems to hold too closely to her religion when it comes to pro-life. BeYes, that dogma thing! And remember also that Biden wants cops to shoot people on the leg like a nerf gun fight in my living room. And finally, do not forget that leftist ideology embraced by the vast majority of Democratic politicians are woker than a puppy. These things should give you a great pause.

Let’s be honest, friends, we don’t live in the Puritan era anymore, so you don’t have to live by your pastor’s counsel when it comes to voting (though I hope you will at least respect your local pastor more than any politician), and you don’t have to vote to be a trusted member of a community. But you do have to cherish that when you do vote, you are voting for the trajectory of language to go one way or another. You either are voting for the continuation of the familiar language of traditional social norms (see my previous post on the “Horses and Chariots” principle), or you are voting for the degradation of classical categories. As my friend Gary DeMar stated, our vote is not a love commitment; it’s a chess move.

As for my line of work, don’t worry, the church will be all right. Hell hath no fury like a Church scorned. If anyone should mess with her, God has his ways, and they are a lot more severe than ours. Yet, we ought not to forget that our ability to seek the good, or at least the continuation of the common good, does not come through abstract conversations but it does involve at the very least speaking your mind between now and November 3rd. Life is hard and thinking through life is also hard and making decisions in life is even harder. It’s all a part of that glorious growing up thing. So, let’s behave, kids! But let’s not be naïve.

The “Horses and Chariots” Principle

One of the critical concerns and critiques about a church people that is/are too political is that we would violate the “horses and chariots” (Psalm 20:7) principle. The principle means that we move too quickly to trust in messianic suits. There is validity to this concern. I want to first express my desire to preserve the biblical principle, and then I want to add a few caveats.

Living in a patriotic environment like the south can be beneficial in many ways. There are, however, factors which make the patriotic ethos harmful to the church. Among them is the exaltation of national causes over kingdom ones. There are times in church history where the two overlap quite nicely like a colorful mosaic in a Constantinian palace, but then there are those times in which the two need to be far apart: as distant as Simon from Garfunkel. Those bridges over troubled waters are not meant to be crossed lest confusion arise.

I have argued over the years that the christianization of the American civic calendar is too close to the abyss and can endanger the health of the church. I have also argued that 4th of July parties, Memorial Day gatherings and even that notorious purveyor of evil, Columbus, should be celebrated as wildly as one wishes. I am not against hotdogs in the backyard or in the park, but I am Bucerian when it comes to my sacraments. I take my loaf fat and puffy and my wine red like crimson. In short, I don’t want my earthly politics mixing with my heavenly liturgy. When that happens, flags sneak into the holy places and Tim Tebow ends up pronouncing the benediction. No, thank you.

Perhaps the central way to avoid the primacy of the civic calendar is to allow an alternative calendar to take its place in the church. For the Christian, the church calendar is that alternative calendar. I grant that it is a monumental battle uphill, but overall, we are making some good progress and lest I forget, “And also with you.”

We should be really careful to distinguish Zion from Central Park in how we do our exegesis. Our interpretation does not serve the cause of country, but country submits to interpretation and dogma. And our dogma is all pronounced on Sunday morning for everyone to see. As Nancy Pelosi once gloriously said, “Good morning. Sunday morning!”

And if one wants to preserve that heavenly trip on the Lord’s Day, he would do well to keep it the LORD’s DAY and not an extension of our favorite cable news. This leads me to observe that when people demur the liturgical year calling it “yuck” or some other philosophical variation, but declare how tasteful it is that sister Diane sang “God bless America” on the most holy week of July the 4th, that, ladies and gentlemen, is when you know they have violated the “horses and chariots” principle. They have galloped their way into it faster than sweet tea into a 7-11 Big Gulp.

If we do, however, keep the work of the church first, then we are free to deliberate about politics all the way to thy kingdom come, which incidentally is where all politics should start: in the context of the kingdom. The fact that I may find Bosolnaro charming and Trump’s antics really effective at times does not mean I put too much effort into politics; it simply means that I have done my duty on the Lord’s Day and cannot help myself from opining about the orange man in the White House. The “horses and chariots” principle only applies when you take the glory of the Lord away from the church and confuse it with whatever happens in D.C.

Further, my care for political implications stems precisely because there is a certain order to things on earth, and even though I may make a few wrong chess moves on the way, it doesn’t mean I don’t checkmate my opponent in the end, especially if we commit together to trusting in the name of the LORD our God first. So, no, don’t confuse my political interests with belittling the role of the church or the salvation of Jesus. In fact, I don’t think I am trusting in sturdy animals to guide me into victory, I think I am distrusting them the right way and using them just right; thanks for asking.

The Prodigal’s Eucharist

What went through the mind of the prodigal when he came back with a repentant heart and ate at his Father’s table? What was the taste of that first piece of well-prepared meat? Then, the dancing with sweet relatives instead of houses of ill repute?  The sound of beautiful music instead of the unrhythmic cacophonies of the world? What was it like to come to the Father’s table and see people smiling and harmonizing, friends chatting about the weather and the songs of the Sabbath worship they sang? The sermon they heard from the rabbi? And as the prodigal sits there wondering, what went through his mind? “Look at all I missed seeking worldly pleasures? Look at the communion I had, which I traded for carob pods that the swine ate? Look at the title of ‘son’ that I lost because I chose to be a son of Belial instead?

Brothers and sisters, there is no life outside the Church. It has been tried and found wanting since Adam discovered the salty taste of sweat in his mouth. You will only find Jesus at this table, you will only find Jesus with the Father, you will only find Jesus when you are dancing with the right people, singing  with the right brothers and sisters, enjoying food with the family of God. Come and be safe in the presence of God. Come and dine!