Monthly archives: March 2009

2009-03-30 Tweets

  • Driscoll must have called lazy men losers a dozen times in his convicting Marriage and Men sermon. Men, listen up. 09:56:38
  • @theResurgence: @DesiringGod + @theResurgence = crazy delicious. Advance09. http://bit.ly/102tuF RT to enter to win Vintage Church. 10:02:56
  • Awkward when a classmate who doesn’t come to class wants you to hand over your notes. I convinced him he doesn’t need mine. 17:05:11
  • New blog post: 2009-03-29 Tweets http://tinyurl.com/cmc3a3 21:04:22
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Behind on My Birthday

Today’s my birthday, my twenty-fourth birthday: April Fool’s Day. I’ve done a few things in my twenty-four years of existence but when I compare myself to others before me, I fall short. Really short. When I pointed this out to my wife, she replied, “But did they know how to DJ?” If it’s either/or, I’ll leave djing behind in a heartbeat. Check these guy out; different times and places, I know, but seriously: check these guys out.

John Calvin

  • By the age of twelve he was a bishop’s clerk. I was just a jerk.
  • Soon after, he started college and began taking Latin from one of the greatest teachers of the language. I waited until my senior year of high school to take Latin I. I started college at eighteen.
  • By age twenty he had been to two or three different universities and knew Greek. OK, so we’re about even on this point though I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to say I know Greek.
  • At twenty-three his commentary on Seneca was published. Only things I’ve ever published are right here through WordPress.
  • At twenty-four some thought him a heretic for being aligned with reformation-esque sentiment. He fled. Though I try to punk people out in a Reformation spirit, nobody listens and I needn’t flee.

John Gill

  • By age ten he had read through the entire Greek New Testament and began teaching himself Hebrew.
  • Mastered Latin classics by age eleven. At age eleven, I mastered my BB gun.
  • Before his teens, local clergy would stop by and find out what little Johnny thought. Sunday School teachers told my parents what a brat I was.
  • He was the first Baptist to develop a complete systematic theology and a verse-by-verse commentary on the whole Bible. I was probably the first toddler to poop on a church sidewalk.
  • He was called Dr. Voluminous. Me? Not even a doctor.
  • There was a saying in his day “As sure as John Gill is in the bookseller’s shop.” A saying based on me might be, “As sure as Drew is on his laptop.”

Jonathan Edwards

  • At eleven he wrote a remarkable essay on spiders. By eleven, I had barely even killed one.
  • Started at Yale not even thirteen years-old. Me: Marshall University, age eighteen.
  • At twenty, he pastored a church in New York. At twenty, I hadn’t even been to New York, let alone a pastor.
  • Around the age of twenty-three he wrote his rigorous and convicting Resolutions. I’m a slacker now twenty-four.

I Am What I Am

What do I take solace in on my birthday knowing that these Johns before me have accomplished way more than I by my age? Djing. Playing records on turntables. Nay!

Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 15:10,

But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them, though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me.

Twenty-four down? Twenty-four down. Let’s keep moving, working harder by God’s grace that is with us.

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2009-03-29 Tweets

  • Alright FBC Durham, bring on the babies. Emily and I are hanging out in the nursery this Lord’s Day. 07:05:37
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Alright FBC Durham, bring on t…

Alright FBC Durham, bring on the babies. Emily and I are hanging out in the nursery this Lord’s Day.

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Woman tried to convince me tha…

Woman tried to convince me that Constantine King of Greece took the Aramaic reincarnation passages out of the Old Testament in the 1st cent.

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Shaved my head and took a piec…

Shaved my head and took a piece of eyebrow off in so doing.

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Read Ben Witherington’s Socio-…

Read Ben Witherington’s Socio-Rhetorical Commentary on the Pastorals for 1 Tim. 1:12-17. It was just ok. Calvin’s been the best so far…

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The one day I can get to the l…

The one day I can get to the library someone else has all the 1 Timothy commentaries in the reference section. Me genoito!

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The one day I can get to the l…

The one day I can get to the library someone else has all the 1 Timothy commentaries in the reference section. Me genoito!

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Amish Theology

My family has deep Anabaptist roots dating back as earlier as I can tell to the mid-18th century. The Mausts then (spelled Mast but pronounced “mahsht”) sailed to America from Western Europe on the Charming Nancey in the year 1737, seeking not so much religious freedom as economic opportunity. These Masts were Amish.

Both my paternal and maternal extended families today are still almost entirely Mennonite. When they made the transition from Amish to Mennonite, I’m not entirely sure. But last week the enduring kinship between the Amish and Mennonites afforded me an opportunity to talk with an Amishman about theology, homiletics and culture. I wish I would have recorded the conversation, but I’ll try my best to recall the more interesting bits for you now.

Greenhouse Benny

So, while visiting my (Mennonite) grandpa in Pennsylvania last week, my dad and I stopped in at an Amish greenhouse to speak with a prominent Amishman in that small, everybody-knows-everybody community in Somerset County named Benny. My dad, who speaks Pennsylvania Dutch as his first language, first broke the proverbial ice with Benny and his grandchildren by speaking dietche. Fortunately for me, having had two semesters of German and the fact that linguists refer to Pennsylvania Dutch as Pennsylvania German, I was able to follow the brief introductory conversation and finally derail the conversation into the world’s favorite lingua franca, English.

Contemporary Amish Theologians

The question I posed to my dad earlier in the day was, Who are the Amish theologians or authors writing today whose works I could pick up and read? He didn’t know. This initially was the reason why we stopped in to see Benny and this was my first question for him.

To my surprise, he didn’t know of anyone. Of course, there are English (non-Amish) who write about the Amish, just as I’m doing now, but he seemed a bit perplexed by the phrase “contemporary Amish theologians.” He was unable to give the name of any Amishman writing about theological matters. No Amish publishers either as you can imagine. But my thinking is that even if there are no publishers in one’s community, surely this does not keep budding authors from writing down their thoughts, it only keeps them from disseminating their written thoughts. While I don’t doubt there are Amishman who write (maybe even theology), it does seem nothing is yet in print.

I was and still am a bit disappointed, but, honestly, what did I expect? “Oh yeh, Abel Zook is the Rick Warren of the Amish community. You haven’t read him yet?!” That would have been a real surprise.

I next asked Benny what he reads, if anything. The Bible, he said, as well as various Mennonite bulletins and periodicals, one of which is printed at the Mennonite Publishing House in Scottdale, PA.  But, again, he reads nothing decidedly Amish. He seemed content with reading Mennonite publications. Hearing this made me the Amish less sectarian in my mind. They didn’t have to listen only to Amish voices. He didn’t see a problem with reading Mennonite publications.

Theology and Culture

Here’s a brief sidenote. I could tell that several of my questions reminded Benny of times people had treated him and his fellow Amishmen as less than human. He told the story of a young English boy who once quipped that he knew the difference between Benny and himself. Benny, surprised, asked what that difference was. The boy responded, “Well, you’re Amish and I’m human.” Benny told this story as a funny anecdote, but not without meaning for our conversation I’m convinced.

Unprompted Benny began talking openly about his faith. He said it made him upset when young Amishmen said that they had the Amish religion. “I have the Christian religion, the Mennonite faith, and Amish culture. This [grabbing a hold of his plain shirt] is not who I am. This is my culture and one day I won’t wear it anymore.” He then smiled and lightly chuckled as he thought about the future state. This doesn’t sound sectarian either does it? I was pleased to hear him speak thusly.

Seizing the opportunity, I posed this all-important question, “What is the gospel?”

I don’t recall much time passing before he responded, “It’s the road map to heaven…and I hope you believe that, too.” This answer was just fine for me though I was trying to get him to outline the content of the gospel, the kerygma. Nonetheless, I was a little surprised by his bluntly turning the question around on me to say that he hoped I believed the gospel was the road map to heaven also. Amish evangelism?

Homiletics

“Benny,” I said, “I’m curious what resources a young Amish preacher would consult when preparing his sermons.”

He thought about the question for a bit and then started in, “Well, of course, the primary resource is going to be the Bible, Luther’s German translation that is, and then I imagine they would use the Martyr’s Mirror and Josephus. But, other than that, I’m not really sure.”

Interesting. I figured on the Bible, but Josephus? I’m not sure if he was just trying to name-drop as I randomly put the question to him, but I sincerely doubt the extended and regular use of Josephus in anyone’s sermon preparation. I, however, wasn’t as surprised to hear him mention Martyr’s Mirror, a seventeenth century Dutch book documenting the stories of Anabaptist martyrs. The full title of the book is The Bloody Theater or Martyrs Mirror of the Defenseless Christians who baptized only upon confession of faith, and who suffered and died for the testimony of Jesus, their Saviour, from the time of Christ to the year A.D. 1660. I can see how this book might be used in the pulpit to give illustrations or examples of courageous men and women of faith, but, again, would one regularly consult this in sermon preparation?

“What about the works of Jacob Amman or commentaries on Scripture?” I replied.

“No. I don’t even know where you’d get those,” Benny admitted.

Recognizing the dearth of bound resources for Amish preachers, I next asked if he went to church just that past Sunday. I was surprised when he said no.

“You missed church last Sunday?”

“It was our week off.” He then began to explain how his congregation shares a meeting house with another congregation and how they alternate Sundays. The Sunday your congregation is off you meet at each other’s home for fellowship. Sounds cool.

“What was the sermon on when you went last?”

He couldn’t really tell me. He went on to tell how they alternate preachers from within the congregation and the particular guy who preached last Sunday was of late having bad health problems. Consequently, the sermon, Benny added, was jumbled and didn’t really have a point to it. On the one hand, I thought, what else should you expect if the poor guy has nothing to go off or any resources to consult. But, on the other hand, there are many pulpits all across America that suffer pointless sermons from vocational preachers who have bookshelves full of the most scholarly works available. The plight of pointless preaching is pervasive, Englishman or Amishman. Would that we spent more time preparing expository messages from the word even if all we had for preparation was the word!

“Do you take notes at all during the sermon?” I was quickly running out of questions.

“Yeh, sometimes. We are pretty normal you know. I keep a little notebook in my breast pocket.” I think this is the point where he shared the story about the boy who thought he knew the difference between the English and the Amish. He then told how he occasionally found a sermon especially insightful and would write down notes or Scripture references to look up later. Sounds pretty normal to me, too.

“Doesn’t it seem kind of a shame not to have those sermons you found especially insightful preserved for future generations?” I was feeling daring.

“I never really thought about it, but yeh, it does seem kind of a shame.”

“And what if preachers today could read sermons of yesteryear?” was my next logical thought.

“Yeh. That’d be great. I guess I’ve never really thought about it before.”

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