History Video Blog #10

Thomas Cromwell (1485-1540) was the Chief Minister of Henry VIII for the last eight years of Cromwell’s life. He has had a public relations problem. In the 1960s the Hollywood film, A Man for All Seasons, portrayed him as an ambitious and amoral man who was willing to frame Thomas More by causing the latter to lose his position as Lord Chancellor, and then to lose his life by being beheaded for his principles. In short, Cromwell was a villain.

The truth is that all people who are English speakers owe Thomas a great debt. He championed the publication of the English Bible, and took Bible reading from the realm of subversion to the state, to the normal practice of every English person. In this video we consider his rise to power, and in a subsequent episode we will ponder his equally spectacular fall from the king’s graces.

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History Video Blog #9

Massalia was a Greek colony founded in about 600 BC by immigrants from fokaia (Phokaia — modern-day Foça  in Turkey).  Massalia survived as a city and today we know it as the city of Marsailles, France. The city was a famous port that was a trading partner and ally of the Roman Republic. From ancient times its most famous son was a sailor named Pytheas, who in some ways was the Columbus of the ancient world.

We don’t know the dates of Pytheas birth or death, but we do know that in around 325 BC he sailed a ship through the straits of Gibraltar (which were guarded by the Carthagianian navy, out into the Atlantic ocean, and hugging the coastlines of present-day Spain and France sailed to Britain to explore the islands that were the source of tin which were used in tools and weapons that were manufactured in Greek, Carthagianian, and Italian factories. Tin, when alloyed with copper makes bronze. The Celtic people of what was originally called Albion (meaning white–from the white cliffs of Dover) would mine the tin ore and load it in animal hide boats that were floated across the English channel to France, from which they made their way to the south. Pytheas had the curiosity to wonder about these mysterious people and left us with a picture of life outside the Roman Empire.

This first short clip is the “question of the day,” and below it is the actual Video Blog. If you don’t need the actual question of the day skip to the second clip.

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History Video Blog #8

In the ancient world, there were two great colonizing powers. The Greeks and the Phoenicians. Both of these peoples were successful civilizations made up of city-states that lived in Mediterranean lands of limited resources. When population grew, colonization was encouraged. Over several centuries in the ancient world, the Greeks established colonies all around the Black Sea and the Mediterranean. Their chief competitors were the Phoenicians, the people who lived on the coast of the Levant, especially in what is today Lebanon.

Just like every American college has an alma mater song, so every city-state in the ancient world had what we call an origin myth, or something that makes sense out of why the city was founded and what its purpose in the world is.

What follows is a Phoenician origin myth. Let’s see what we learn about the particular city and its awesome queen, named Dido.

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History Video Blog#7

Here is the second in the series of cool guys of history you should know. We’ll mix in a little trivia about the Vikings.

This was recorded on Super Bowl Sunday, which was also the birthday of Sir Thomas More (1478-1535), author (and term-coiner) of Utopia.

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History Video Blog #6

Harald Gormmson was King of the Danes from 958 to 986. His kingdom included all of what is today called the Jutland peninsula, the Danish islands between the Kattegat Straits and the Baltic Sea, and what is today the lands surrounding the Oslo fjord in today’s SE Norway. He had many vassal lands that he dominated including the Baltic shores of what is today Germany, most of present-day Norway and parts of Sweden. He was a Christian ruler of the Danes in the tense transitional period between paganism and Christianization. That is plenty cool, but you will have to watch the video to find out what is even more interesting about Harald, and how this little-known king has influenced our lives across the centuries.

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History Video Blog #5

This video blog is divided in half so you can watch it in two installments. The first half is a sort of an introduction to the Vikings and the second half is a story about King Canute, king of Denmark and of England (d. 1035). I am so sorry about the length, and I will try to shorten things up from here on.

Some years ago I sat on a mission board that had missionaries in England. One night we were staying in the house of a missionary north of Cambridge. The house was old and rambling, with short doorways and passageways that never seemed to quit. It was not a huge house, but it was very interesting—and very old.

When Precious, my wife, and I commented on the apparent age and character of the house, the missionary told us that it was indeed very old. In fact, he said, the part of the house used as the dining room was the oldest part of the house, going back to the first part of the eleventh century. And the room had not always been the dining room. It was once the central room of the original building that was a hunting lodge used by King Canute.

King Canute, who ruled the English from 1016-1035, was not a Briton, nor was he Anglo-Saxon and thus not English at all. He was a Viking–a Dane. This was more than three decades before the famous Battle of Hastings in 1066 when the Normans conquered England and also changed the English language forever. And who were the Normans? Why Vikings of course! More about that mystery later. Here, in two parts, is the story. The flag about half-way along the continuum at the bottom of the frame is the dividing line:

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History VB Interactive

This video blog affords me the opportunity to explain myself: Why am I doing this video blog series? How long will I churn these babies out? It is also an opportunity for me to interact with the best of my subscriber’s comments and questions. The end is the improvement of the HVB project.  This is a longer video than the HVB (about 18 minutes), but if you have left a comment you may want to hear how I addressed your ideas and questions. I even give out an award for “Comment of the Week.” You see, this blog is dedicated to you, my friends.

So don’t be a lurker; jump in and make a comment. Mi project es su project. I need you to help me learn to scratch where you itch. Enjoy this segment.

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History Video Blog #4

I wondered what it would be like if I deliver a talk in Japanese and then dubbed in the English, so that’s what we did in this video blog. Well…not really. I actually have no idea what happened, but you will see there is a slight gap between the audio and video parts of the segment. So I am actually glad that this segment turned out to be mysteriously dark just like the previous episode (it didn’t look this way on the camera’s playback). I think these quirks add to the burlesque quality of this undertaking. So, “Never stop watching; never stop watching; never, never, never.” It is fun stuff.

In this segment we talk about the four things that Churchill believed that made him the right leader at the right time. It seems appropriate to speak this way on the eve of the anniversary of the Yalta Conference. Also, I am including a bonus video of a Churchill speech that illustrates his optimistic perseverance. If you have time, enjoy his talk as well.

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History Video Blog #3

I have no idea why this came out so dark. It was the same lighting configuration as the last vlog. Anyway I really like these stories and hope you will also.

This is the next to the last entry on Churchill. I think everyone will appreciate him much more after watching.

And hey! Listen for the Churchill ghost story! And don’t forget to answer the question of the day!

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Thank you for your comments. I cannot tell you how appreciative I am that you spend a few minutes today with me.

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Trials of Video Blogging

I have now posted the first two history video blog entries with a goal to do one a day for a year. These first two have taken more time than I calculated, but I figured it would take more time in the beginning. I watch these and think the idea is a good one, but seems just a little crazy for me to be the one who is executing these. I am a despicable perfectionist, so this takes real repentance on my part. I simply do not have time to make this a production. It must be done off the cuff, so I have to be me, bunny trails and all, or I can’t pull this off. The one-take, what-you-see-is-what-you-get approach is about the only one I have time for, since this has to be done in my spare time.

My daughter Hope is now “producer.” She replaced my webcam with her small camera with video capability. It was shocking how much better the quality was on the camera. Uploading the video from the camera takes twice as much time as using the webcam, but it seems like the investment is worth it. We can’t find our tripod, so we mounted the camera on a stack of books. Ironically, the books that make up the stack are largely hardback editions of Churchill’s writing! The lighting is an issue because in experimental clips the glare from my glasses made me look like Dr. Strangelove.

Our friends have been really supportive of this idea. It feels like community is gathering. I love that and hope for more tastes.

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History Video Blog #2

Okay, I am back today. We just barely made it on this day’s commitment in Central Time, but you guys on the West Coast will easily get this on Monday. We changed the camera strategy, with better quality, and changed the venue to my office. I hate the way my legs show, so we will have to do something about that.

Today’s blog is about Winston Churchill’s parents. I hope you enjoy the story. And thank all of you who commented on the first blog. We really will take all your comments and suggestions seriously. For those who wonder, I am hoping to vary the format from time to time. I would love to have Croc Bob, Alan Bearman, and others as guests on the program, but you fans have to keep the ball rolling. You are our community and we are trying to change the world one unedited, low-tech video at a time. By the way, when I say “we” I mean me and my daughter-producer Hope. We are just experimenting with the product flags. If you drink PT’s coffee feel free to let them know we are giving them free advertising (for now!) and tell them what a sensation we are creating, and that they should seriously consider riding this wave.

So without further ado, here is the video blog, number 2 of that family. Enjoy!

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History Video Blog #1

Precious and I have been dreaming about doing videoblogs about things we are passionate about. Well, as an historian, I love telling stories from history. So this is my off-the-cuff attempt to come up with a format for doing this and some ideas for program “traditions.” Tell me what you think.

Okay, I lied right off the bat. This program is almost eight minutes long, instead of five. I will probably drop the “five minute” thing…but maybe not. Please comment, my friends.

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Let’s get real about Rock Chalk

It’s Kansas Statehood Day, so it’s fair to ask, a la Emporian William Allen White (not Thomas Frank), “What’s the Matter with Kansas?” I cannot answer this question completely, but I do have one issue I would like to address:  There is a propaganda machine operating in Kansas! Yes, my friends, it’s true and it not surprisingly emanates from the Kansas University fan base and it has to do with their annoying “Rock Chalk, Jayhawk” chant.

Well, at least it annoys me.  After all, I am a bona fide, angrified, card-carrying, true purple K-Stater. I am an older version of the crazy octopi of the Octogon of Doom that, if they had to, would pile Coach Martin and his players on their collective back tomorrow and will them to victory against their arrogant foe. Now, my bias out in the open, I can call for a little objectivity about the hype surrounding our rival’s chant.

They say, “According to various reports, it was selected at the 1920 Olympics to be the representative American college yell, and President Theodore Roosevelt called it ‘the greatest college cheer ever devised.’” Can anyone find the real evidence that these legends are true? They are certainly highly improbable. Where would Roosevelt have heard this yell without wireless broadcasting and ESPN? Why would the US Olympic team want to select a college cheer? Were there any KU athletes on the US team? Why would not the other members of the team prefer their own school’s chant of the same genre? And the truth is, before the first world war, all Kansans (get ready, this may be hard to swallow) were referred to as “Jay Hawks,” just as New Englanders used to be called “Yankees” (and by the way, just as Boston folk are galled by the fact that the Bronx Bombers are ersatz Yankees, we can be ticked that these Jayhawks are not really…well, you get the idea.) and people from Indiana were called ‘Hoosiers.” If you understand this, then you can see what old geology Professor Bailey cooked up. The KU yell was not about a cartoon bird that was a cross between Woody Woodpecker and a dodo, nor was it even about the historic jayhawkers of the 1860s who were essentially dirty war profiteers. Bailey was stating the fact that these students, at this college, came from Kansas.

Now comes the interesting part. K-State used to have one of these chant-y yells, and so did most other colleges of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, when K-State was called Kansas State Agricultural College. It went like this:

“Jay Rah, Gee Saw, Jay Hawk Saw. K – S – A – C. Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!”

(It began slowly and lowly and built in speed and intensity with repetition:)

“Jay Rah, Gee Saw, Jay Hawk Saw. K – S – A – C. Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!”

“Jay Rah, Gee Saw, Jay Hawk Saw. K – S – A – C. Kaw! Kaw! Kaw!”

“JAY RAH, GEE SAW, JAY HAWK SAW. K – S – A – C. KAW! KAW! KAW!”

Notice the inclusion of “Jay Hawk”. K-Staters were not known as Wildcats until the early 1920s. In 1922 the student body voted to abandon the traditional “Jay Rah” cheer that had been used at K-State as long as anyone could remember, perhaps back to the early 1880’s.  Because it was so similar to the KU “Rock Chalk” yell, and because it used the term “Jay Hawk” in an ambiguous way, the more modern students considered abandoning it and scheduled a chapel meeting for debating the issue.  The Collegian received letters from unhappy alumni who loved the old cheer and urged current students to ponder historical perspective and practice restraint.  The yell was discontinued, though alumni chanted it for at least another decade (“Yes or No?” Kansas State Collegian, 15 October 1922, 4.).

So, there is nothing unique about the Rock Chalk chant. It is essentially a nineteenth-century relic that is an example of the college yells of that time. K-State had one, and the students chucked it because it was, well, cheesy. An article appeared in the Lawrence Journal World in 2003 entitled, “Rock Chalk myths benched: Jayhawk Boulevard engraving designed to dispel false stories.” (October 22, 2003) In the article, reporter Terry Rombeck interviewed a graduate student in history, Henry Fortunato, who stated, “the attention the chant has received through the years may have led KU followers to dream up more exciting stories than the truth about the chant’s origin.” In the same paragraph the Teddy Roosevelt myth is mentioned as an example of a dreamed-up story. Fortunato speculates why KU’s chant survived:

“Things like this tend to grow a bunch of legends, especially when it sounds good,” Fortunato said.
Another theory about the inaccurate stories, Fortunato said, is that they developed to keep the cheer alive.
“I think that — and this is pure speculation — that there were times the cheer may have been dying — going into the trash bin of history — and people grasped at possible legends to keep it around,” he said.
(http://www2.ljworld.com/news/2003/oct/22/rock_chalk_myths/ Accessed 29 January 2010)

So the upshot of all this is, don’t buy all the Rock Chalk hype. And when you hear the cheesy yell pouring down from the stands in Allen Field House or Memorial Stadium, there is no need to feel intimidated–because it ain’t all that and a bag of chips. It’s just an antiquated relic of faded glory. Just smile a knowing smile as you ponder your secret knowledge as all those students chant all that silly stuff. Rock chalk that.

Oh, and since we are discussing college traditions… where did the K-State Purple come from anyway?

Simple. Don’t you know you get purple whenever you crush crimson and blue?

Go K-state. Every Man a Wildcat!

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Carried by Nellie

I had a meltdown today and it’s all because of my Cocker Spaniel, Nellie. Well, sort of… About ten days ago she suffered an ACL tear in her left hind leg. I took her to the veterinarian immediately and he pronounced it a mild injury and ordered me to watch Nellie for any deterioration in her ability to walk. She seemed to be recovering well until last Sunday when she began to walk with the most pitiful limp you’ve ever seen. Today, I have an appointment to take her back to the animal hospital where I know the vet will tell me she needs surgery—a $2000+ proposition—but that hasn’t happened yet. The meltdown came yesterday after I carried Nellie outside for a bathroom break (pardon my inaccurate euphemism). She was apparently in so much pain she was unable to move and I picked her up and carefully stood her up in the back yard. After that I took the first appointment available at the animal hospital and tried to comfort Nellie. But that wasn’t the meltdown. That just provided the metaphor for the meltdown: I had to carry Nellie.

After I called the vet I began to keep score of all the things I have had to carry lately, and—I’m not proud of this—I snapped in anger at my wife in a way that she is unaccustomed (I think) to experience from me: ugly words and selfish thoughts. We have just moved into a new house. My eighty-seven-year-old father, who has always enjoyed good health, is now deteriorating rapidly. My wife’s ninety-one-year-old mother is also in failing health and has been moved to a nursing home unfamiliar to her. Precious, my wife, has faced poor health in a way that has required me to have wider responsibilities. So I embraced the metaphor of carrying the dog and became increasingly angry because I felt I was carrying everybody.

But that metaphor did not apply across the board. I was by no means carrying everybody and Precious kindly pointed this out to me: Liam, she said, we had loads of help in our move—at both ends. And there was more. Joel built a step in our garage and put in a fifteen foot dryer vent so we could use our washer and dryer. Patrick worked all night to construct our closet before he led two worship services the next morning so we dresserless folk could organize our clothes. Tim and Mandy provided our dining room table so we could eat like civilized people. My mother gave us what seems like half our furnishings. Precious’ sister Faith has spent hours helping their mother become acclimated to a new environment. Other friends visited Precious’ mother in the nursing home without being asked. Misti and Bonnie held a garage sale of items we left behind in the move. Many dear friends have sent gifts of money, gift cards, and encouraging words. And those are just a few of the ways people have helped carry the load. Jesus helped carry the load and these friends were the hands and feet of Jesus.

I was well rebuked. I now realize there were so many people I haven’t even named who have carried me that I feel rather foolish for my hubris. I guess this confessional is my unconventional way of saying thank you to all of you who have shown so much love to Precious and me. And no, it isn’t Nellie’s fault at all. Since she was injured she refuses to let me out of her sight, and will limp from room to room where she can watch me, and howls when I have to leave the house. At first I assumed she was insecure because she was hobbled, but I wonder if it is really because she is concerned about me. It’s love.

If the truth be known, even little Nellie carries me now.

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A Mad and Froward Mind

Precious and I are reading Romans through together this summer and I am understanding Paul’s discussion about the Gospel in the first three chapters in what is, to me, a fresh way. Please indulge me as I ramble about my thoughts.

In Romans 1 Paul passionately declared his wish to come to preach at the city of Rome. At the same time, God did not permit him to do that, but Paul declared that God’s prevention was not because of any limitations of the Gospel because the Gospel is God’s powerful way of breaking through to a world that flew from him long ago. God turns people to himself by means of his kindness (or “bounty”).  All that is fairly elementary, but here is the part that I saw in a new way: God brought this good news to us, all of us, because every one of us is on a continuum from the most base and wretched to the most successful and elite. No matter where you or I fall on that continuum, we need the Gospel to bring us into the sphere of life, of relationship with God. The issue that affects the way I live is that I tend to see others on the continuum, but never myself.

It seems to me that part of growth in Christ is coming to “know myself” in the same way that Calvin talked about self-knowledge in the sixteenth century: Seeing my inability to bring myself into a relationship with God is to see myself on the continuum. Even years after my first exercise of faith in Christ, the Gospel continues to challenge my continuum thinking, that is, the sin of either my self-contempt (“I am too bad to have a relationship with God,” or “God must hate me.”) or my self-vindication (“God owes me,” or “I do well for myself (so who needs God?)”). I am amazed that the Gospel never quits. Just as torrents of water cut canyons into rock over time, so the Gospel keeps on exposing the withheld areas of my heart, what the Geneva Bible editors called a “mad and forward mind.” Conversion is both crisis and a process.

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A New Look

It’s been a long time, but I’m back in the blogosphere with a more powerful blog powered by WordPress. While I am developing the site, please browse through my past articles. The archive is really easy to access. Make comments about the articles. I love feedback!

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Golf Ball All-Star

On warm summer nights at home while it was still light I would tune my transistor radio to the ball game and grab my outfielder’s glove. Then I would listen to the crackling play-by-play while I bounced a golf ball, swiped from my brother’s leather bag, on the cement patio until it sailed high into the air so that I could attempt to catch it. Sometimes I tried to emulate what Monte Moore, voice of the Athletics, was describing. Usually I pretended I was making sometimes graceful, sometimes spectacular catches of fly balls to the delight of thousands of fans in a packed stadium. When my brother found out what I was doing he would complain to my mother and I would have to give the ball back. Sometimes he would even tease me for playing my silly game with the golf ball. When that happened, I was too embarrassed to defend myself by saying I was honing my baseball skills. I would remind myself that there was someone in my family I was sure would understand my mania for baseball. Uncle Henry was a living legend in the family because he had played minor league baseball. I was comforted by the knowledge that heunderstood, and he would never tease me about serious matters like baseball.

My family lived in two-story farm house on forty acres just south of the city limits. Though our property was much larger than a typical lot, we lived on a street in a neighborhood in which the homes sat on smaller parcels of land with houses large enough to accommodate families with children. So I grew up with the best of both the city and country worlds: I had plenty of open space with woods, fields, and a creek that snaked through our land, but I also played with loads of kids my age who lived down the street. With my early love of baseball and my secret desire to become a major league player, it was only a matter of time until I realized that we had enough land to build a baseball field on which all the neighborhood kids could play. The time came between my fifth- and sixth-grade years…

(Second installment in a series)

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Charlie O.

I was born in a small town in Kansas when Ike was President and the Brooklyn Dodgers were the baseball champions of the world. My dad enjoyed the ’55 Series because he loved underdogs, but especially because he hated the New York Yankees. The Yankees always seemed to win and to dominate the other teams in the American League, of which my dad was a fan. Specifically, he followed the fortunes of the Athletics, who often lost their best players to the Yankees. When I was old enough, he would take me and my three older brothers with him to watch twi-night or weekend double-headers at Kansas City’s Municipal Stadium, often when the A’s were playing the dreaded team from the Bronx. I enjoyed the games so much, and being with my father in the crowd surrounded by smells of stale cigar smoke and beer, I never realized how bad a team the A’s really were. I never noticed that they were at the bottom of the standings year after year.

Nevertheless, I loved the A’s and everything about them, and often thought I would have died for them. I loved their red, white, and blue uniforms, and later their Kelly green and gold jumpers with white kangaroo leather shoes. I loved the pennant porch beyond the right field fence where sheep grazed and a battery of foghorns stood ready to announce home runs and show the way to rare Athletics’ victories in the gathering gloom. I even loved the idiotic mule that served as the team’s mascot. Never mind that the audacious owner, Charles O. Finley, broke my heart when he moved the Athletics to California. It was because of the A’s–and my Uncle Henry–that I came to love the game of baseball.

(First installment in a series.)

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Six-word memoirs

Precious’ friend Laurie gave her the book, Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure.  The idea for the book may come from the story that says Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in six words.  The result is what he claimed was his best writing: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” The book is filled with autobiographies by readers of the online Smith Magazine–all in six words.  For example, “Afraid of becoming like my mother,” and “dam smart, never lerned to spel.”  Another: “I hope to outlive my regrets.”

So, I am going to offer one: “Best kept secret, kept better secret.”

What is your six-word memoir?

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A grand tour

For sheer pleasure reading, I have been putting myself to sleep at night with David McCullough’s 1981 story about the immediate family of Teddy Roosevelt from Teddy’s childhood to the presidency, Mornings On Horseback. Chapter three captured my imagination: In the years 1869 to 1870, Roosevelt’s parents (who were quite wealthy) took their children and a maid (seven persons total) on a Grand Tour of Europe, beginning from New York, sailing to Liverpool, and touring much of the Conhtinent before returning to Liverpool and sailing back to America.  McCullough notes what an vastly difficult undertaking this was in 1869, particularly with the enormous wardrobes of the day.

For about fifteen years I have been itching to lead a Reformation tour of Europe, but right after that it might be fun to retrace the steps of the Roosevelt family on their Grand Tour, hopefully in less time and with a light suitcase.  Time for the dollar to get stronger! Wanderlust is setting in!

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Waybread

In one of my conversations today I was discussing with a friend how infrequently times of a true sense of joy actually appear in our lives, and how most of the time we experience a band, plateau type of existence. After this observation was made, my friend began to speak of the last time he had experienced a true sense of God’s presence and of joy.  It had been more than a year.  As he talked about that time, which had been spent while he was alone in a foreign country, I could palpably feel the the joy of that experience return.  It was in his voice as he spoke.  As I thought about this, I began to appreciate the importance of remembering the tastes of goodness God gives us when we pay attention to his showing up in our lives.  My friend’s sense of that presence of God was sustenance to his soul–an Ebenezer, or better yet, a waybread as baked by Tolkien’s elves) that he could turn to again and again when his perseverance flagged

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Ugly thoughts: defensiveness

It’s been a while…so I’m back.  With a semester break coming I find that I am able to turn to some shareable thoughts.

It seems that the theme that continues to pop up for me in these last few months has to do with the centrality of the issue of self-vindication in so much of the sin of the contemporary church and its leaders. I define self-vindication simply as the effort to prove one’s own righteousness.  In believers it shows up as a powerful urge to defend sinful strategies as justifiable. I have been thinking about this a great deal because the impact of self-vindication seems to loom large throughout evangelicalism. It is a tragic irony that the New Testament authors are clear about the danger of this not only for those of those who refuse God’s offer of good news in Christ, but in those who are Christ-followers and who attempt to live the Christian life by proving their own importance, all the while feigning humility.

I am not merely pointing fingers. I see this awful strategy in my own life.  My first reaction to critique is almost always defensiveness. My personal history of self-vindication is filled with incidents where I pushed people away, especially the people who meant the most to me.  It will continue to be a struggle for me, but I don’t always have to choose to defend the indefensible.  Paul’s words in Philippians about leaving that which lies behind and reaching forward to the “upward” call of extension of the Gospel in love are a great encouragement, because he urges us to abandon not painful memories but sinful strategies of self-vindication.  One reason to do this is that he says self-vindication distracts us from loving, encouraging connection to other believers and from our high calling to offer the words of life and love to all those who, often unlovingly, oppose the message of Good News in Jesus.  In short, I think it distracts from Trinitarian relating to all our communities.

I long for change. I pray it will begin in me.

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Oh, Canada!

The final stages of my PhD work are finished!  On April 30 I passed the defense of my dissertation and on May 11 I participated in commencement exercises at Kansas State University.

On May 19 Precious and I headed off to Kenora, Ontario in a 2007 Hyundai Elantra.  The first night was spent in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, the second night in Winnipeg, Manitoba.  We arrived in Kenora on May 21.  We loved the trip, which was uneventful (safe and sound).  Precious and I have been looking forward to this for a long time.  It is giving us an opportunity to connect and reflect on our lives and plan for the future.

We loved the quiet drive from Winnipeg to Kenora on Victoria Day.  It was wildly thrilling to suddenly leave the Manitoba prairie and emerge into the forests of eastern Manitoba and northwest Ontario.  It’s beautiful here in our retreat overlooking the Lake of the Woods.  Though it is rainy, I really feel I am beginning to unwind.  My hope is that my creativity–put on hold to finish the Big Project–will begin to return.

We have loved being in Kenora, though it has rained much this last week.  I reported earlier how the food prices are high, but what really hurts are the taxes.  We came to Canada during an historic high for the Canadian dollar against the US dollar.  Nevertheless, I kept my spirits up because I remembered from living in Seattle that it was possible to recover any GST taxes paid in Canada.  This can really be a significant lump of cash when a visitor books a hotel room.

But guess what?  Just in time for the Atchison arrival in Kenora, the Canadian government repealed refunds for the GST.  Here’s the story: “Trips to Canada have become more expensive for many visitors after the Canadian government recently abolished a tax refund for non-residents. Visitors had been able to claim a refund of the 6 percent GST, a federal tax on lodging and other goods and services. For tourists, the most significant benefit was being able to get a refund of the GST on hotel bills. The Canadian government abolished the GST refund (formally called the Visitor Rebate Program) for individual travelers earlier this month as part of 2007 budget cuts. The Canadian government estimated it would save about $70 million in refunds and administrative costs by abolishing the rebates (source: Minneapolis Star-Tribune, http://www.startribune.com/1513/story/1176084.html, 11 May 2007).”

So learn a little from the “Atchison Luck” and find another, less-expensive beautiful place to vacation this summer.  I feel for the Canadian hospitality industry.  The government saved $70 million.  How much will Canadian innkeepers and restaurateurs lose when US citizens stay away?

In case you forgot, 2007 is the 100th anniversary of the 1907 Stanley Cup Champion, the Kenora (formerly Rat Portage, Ontario) Thistles.  Kenora’s team beat the Montreal entry to take the title.  Since Precious and I are currently on holiday here, we would be glad to get any autographs that are still available.  Seriously, this is a beautiful place, and–wouldn’t you know it–we came to Canada just in time to see the Canadian dollar reach an all-time high against the US dollar.  In short, things have become very expensive here.  Nevertheless, we are pressing on and really enjoying our time.  And since the Thistles have made us Cup Crazy, we can live on beans for a few days!  

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Elegant cups, plain dishes

It has been a surprising pleasure to leisurely work my way through Augustine’s Confessions again—what a difference a contemporary translation makes! Today I was struck by his ability to express his longings so timelessly. He tells the story of being caught as a young man in the Manichaean heresy, all the while having a wonderful curiosity and continually asking questions of the cult leaders, who in turn were quite uncomfortable being questioned. The cult leaders kept putting Augustine off with promises that when someone named Faustus came he would provide all the answers Augustine sought. When Faustus finally did come, he proved to be a very compelling speaker and had great charisma, but had no more ability to handle Augustine’s questions than the local Manichaean leaders had. Augustine eventually concluded that the longings he had could have only been met in Jesus Christ, not the deficient Manichaean god. Reflecting on the deficiency of Faustus, who masked a profound lack of knowledge of the true God with a slick presentation, Augustine wrote:

But to what avail was a more elegant cup-bearer, since he did not offer me the more precious draught for which I thirsted? My ears were already full of such things, and they did not seem to me more convincing because they were better expressed; not were they true because they were eloquent; nor the soul wise because the face was handsome and the language eloquent.

But they who extolled him to me were not competent judges. They thought he was prudent and wise because he was pleasing in his speech.

Augustine’s observation is a comfort because I often feel that my message is not significant in that I cannot express it as eloquently as others. I am also grieved because I sense an ongoing tendency among evangelicals to seek gurus and to crave answers, moving from book to book and seminar to seminar seeking the ultimate insight. And why is it so common for me to prefer style over substance?

Augustine was speaking primarily of those who were in flight from God. Though they had lovely china upon which to serve their message, when it came down to it the Manichaean dishes were empty. You and I are not the most handsome, nor are we the most articulate people on the planet, but if Jesus has taught us to be fishers of people we have gourmet delights on offer. Augustine continues,

From you (God) …I had now learned that a thing should not be considered true because it is well spoken; nor untrue because it came from a stammering tongue; neither true because delivered unskillfully, nor untrue because the language was fine. Just as wholesome and unwholesome food may be served in elegant or plain dishes, so wisdom or folly may come in either elegant or simple language. Either kind of food may be served up in either kind of dish.

Father, I am unskilled of pen and tongue. Thank you that we have treasure in earthly vessels and thank you that you have revealed your profound message to simple, little ones like those who follow your Son.

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Transference as wolfishness

This summer Emma House will be conducting summer practica (practicums for those of you who don’t know Latin plurals).  I am looking forward to interacting with participants in some more advanced spiritual direction preparation.  Besides more opportunities to learn, practice, and receive the benefits of spiritual friendship, I anticipate thorough discussions with the practicum on the issue of transference as idolatry.  Perhaps more problems in the church than we realize are brought about by people who obsess about either the virtues or flaws of Christian leaders and seek either to put them on a pedestal or destroy them utterly, even using a spiritual veneer to justify what is, in theological terms, a form of idolatry.  Why do I call it idolatry?  Because too often we seek to have others meet needs in our lives that only Christ can meet.  If Christian leaders, for example, fail to provide what the obsessive want from them (and they will fail sooner or later) then they may experience accusations and rejections.  This outcome is so prevalent in relationships where there is a compassionate people helper who initiates reaching out to a needy person with deprivation or abuse issues from their childhood, that everyone who is considering entering the ministry needs to be able to recognize the issue of transference.  In the Emma House class we will be reading several books about this issue: Sheep in Wolves’ Clothing by Valerie J McIntyre is one of these.

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Johnson County will kill ya

Lord, don’t let me die in a car on Bluemont Avenue;

Johnson County plates in front of me,

SUV to the right of me, Jeep behind,

When Johnson County slams on the brakes to make a left turn;

I have claustrophobia; no use bringing jaws of life.

Lord, don’t let me die at 14th and Fremont,

When I just have the courage to turn left,

And Johnson County soro girls have no choice but to crunch me.

Air bags are useless in my old Nissan;

It’s too sad: you can almost see the campus from there.

No, if i must die in a car, let it be on 17th Street, Linder’s neighborhood.

Lulled by the primordial beat thumping in the frat houses,

As I watch Butters the squirrel hot-footing it across the power lines,

Ever meditative, and I never saw the other guy coming.

Or, let me die in Johnson County.


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The Five Mile Rule

This is round two about my favorite “third place” in the Pacific Northwest.  It was written just before we moved to KS.–LA

May 23, 2003

Written at the Mukilteo Coffee Company in Mukilteo Washington.

I am going to miss this “third place” where I am writing today. This café is amazing for its gaggles of dusty-feathered senior citizens who cluster here every Monday morning. No one ever seems to order more than a cup of coffee (I use that term generically, Northwest-style, to stand for all types of coffee drinks, from Espressos to Granitas) and a bee-crumpet, you know, bagel, banana bread, or biscotti. Occasionally, when young couples file in with hip Ichiro glasses, backpacks, and baseball caps I can see the surprise of the next generation on their fresh faces.

Is there any other coffee shop on the Sound that shelters so many old people? Seven of the most ancient ones crowd around a beat-up round oak table that looks as if it belongs in an antique auction barn rather than in a hot drink dispensary. Their nasal, rapid, and often interrupted conversation spans from the virtues of roast turkey and ice cream to the cremation experience of one denizen’s mother-in-law. They are engrossed with the latter topic today. But be at ease, absolutely everything they say is hilariously funny. Finally, he who looks to be the eldest of the group, and thus the one who is “next in line”—if you’ll pardon my insensitive expression—remarks that he is absolutely not going to be cremated. He insists he is going to be put in a box when he dies. When his companions ask why the whole room becomes quiet, and he says, why it’s because he’s only going five miles from his home when he dies. Well, it was the quip of the day and with a chorus of delightful shrieks other pairings of coffee drinkers around the shop join the circle table in the delicious enjoyment of a memorable remark on life—or death—by one of those that seems in the moment to offer the most eloquent observation within the recent time frame of an intellectual drought. Nevertheless, it is one of those things that is incommunicable to others—you had to be there. One of those things that is only funny to those who have sat and sipped in this temple of Java—this Mukilteo Coffee Company, with its ridiculous eggplant-colored walls covered with reproduction gas station signs and as visited by these sages in woolen sweaters. Making merry for tomorrow they die.

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Writing: An embodied act

Julia Cameron says that writing is an embodied act. I take it that she means that many passions are pent up in our bodies, so that, when one writes they are unleashed onto the page and thus one frees oneself to greater creativity and more writing that is less thinkingthan it is the release of a squirming captive. It seems to me that a corollary to this is that if a writer is able to touch her readers, she must distance them as much as possible from their own culture without compromising the readers’ ability to actually touch the writer. This distanciation, non-distanciation, like a one-way mirror is facilitated by a kind of creative “mapping” that happens when an author is fully descriptive of the environment. A Kansas farm kid dreams of the ocean he has never visited and so takes up the absurd task of attempting to read one of Melville’s novels, so that he drops off to sleep with the taste of salt on his lips and dreams that the ropes burn his hands.

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Mukcoff, Bogie and Bergman

A friend recently reviewed the coffee shops in Manhattan, Kansas and asked for opinions about which place was best, and why.  I am still waiting for something akin to a coffee place I frequented in Mukilteo, Washington until it was bought out by a larger company.  Would someone please build a place like this here (right after a real bread bakery).  I found this piece that I wrote about it in 2002.  What was I thinking? I obviously had had too much caffeine. –LA

Twice a week I endure ferry coffee, sparse but smoky as a liquid appetizer that whets my appetite for something more: the java that fulfills my platonic quest for the ideal, or at least something a little better, in the way of a cup of coffee at the Mukilteo Coffee Co. The quest takes more effort than the twenty-minute sailing from Whidbey Island to Mukilteo. After the ferry ride I climb a hill that is about three blocks high and seems steep, but you must remember I live, love, and write at sea level, from which Mount Rainier appears as formidible as K2. I’m not sure the dark roast, or Mukcoff, as one of my friends calls it, served up at my destination greatly exceeds the quality of the ancient Starbucks brew available on the ferry, but there is something about the atmosphere of the cafe serving it that preserves the body and aroma in the memory:You must remember this…

There are too many baristas for the Monday morning crowd, and servers hide behind the glass counter, which is filled with cinnamon rolls and cheese danishes. The architects of this space (if there were any) designed a nearly perfect boxy recess in the back of the store, in which the minimum-wage workers are quarantined from the tired patrons.

This is one of my favorite places, not unlike an updated Rick’s Cafe. Unlike that Casablanca estalishment, this place does not serve liquor (as far as I can tell), and offers piped music from CDs rather than Sam at piano. There is no Bogie or Bergman here, but the pathos is nevertheless derived from the patrons, most of whom seem to be seniors (at least on Monday and Wednesday mornings). Fake antique metal signs that advertise extinct or fictional products hang askew on the eggplant walls of this Sound-side sanctuary, but I am not convinced that this has drawn them except for the fact that this “third place” is a wonderful illustration of the triumph of the outsider. The dusty-haired majority gather here daily to live life, rather than theorize about it. They speak with humor about its futility, yet do not avoid their fate because they come day after day, almost daring the inevitable.

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Ordinance of Suffering

It was good to be in corporate worship today.  It was one of those Ripley “Believe it or Not” days with both ordinances taking place in the same service!  The three baptisms that took place really moved me.  I find myself getting emotional every time I witness a baptism.  I think it has to do in part with the reality that the baton of faith being handed off to a new generation of Jesus’ followers.  God, still at work, something old is something new. It also makes me think back to the sacredness of my own baptism, when I was in high school.  I followed Jesus into his death, burial, and resurrection.  I am seated in the heavenlies with him.  But baptism is also a bittersweet reminder that I have been identified with an outcast. And as the apostle Mark reminds us with his picture of the messianic secret, there is suffering before there is glory.  The Secret has been revealed, but the suffering goes on.

I have decided to follow Jesus…no turning back

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Marriage and Perseverance

I am exhausted after teaching the Emmanuel House marriage and family course with Precious this weekend.  Exhausted, but reflective.  Each year I teach the course I highlight something new in thinking about marriage.  This time around I thought about how profound is my wife’s commitment to my perseverance, and the connection of that historically troubling notion of submission (essentially being the high commitment to her husband’s perseverance, doing whatever it takes, even refusing to follow his sinful directions) to the proper marital aim of desiring that our wife or husband be presented to Christ one day, and in that presentation that he or she would receive the “well done.”  It occurred to me that it would almost be enough to hear her receive the well done, and that it would be as (no, more) wonderful as if I did myself.  I wonder if this is what Oneness is all about?

I marvel at her love for me.  Why me?

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Boutique Seminaries

(From May 2005) My grandfather ran a neighborhood grocery store in a small Midwestern town until the late 1950s. Many neighborhoods in that town had small grocery stores like his. If one looks carefully while driving through the older parts of small towns in the heartland, one may still see the buildings that have survived, many converted into family dwellings or storage units. I am old enough to remember when a big change came along and destroyed the business to which my grandfather had given his life. It came in the form of thesupermarket, a large grocery store, clean and bright, used by multiple neighborhoods, with larger selection and lower prices than the old store on the corner. “Why are they able to sell food cheaper than little stores?” I remember asking someone, probably my father. He answered, “It’s because they can purchase larger batches of items, and the more you buy the cheaper it is. And since they are owned by a corporation with lots of these stores, they can buy even bigger quantities and pass the savings on to their customers and still potentially make a great deal of money.” It was the first lesson in economics—and value—that I can remember. Here is how I interpreted it: “Bigger is better.”

Forty-something years later, the building that housed that supermarket is now my home town’s public library, and the super-supermarket Wal-Mart is king, offering prices so relatively low it would amaze my octogenarian father—who refuses to shop there, on principle. I used to think dad was just a Luddite, refusing to embrace progress, but now I am beginning to understand his conviction. It’s old-fashioned wisdom, but it’s also new, and spiritual, and very needed.

As time has passed, I have seen that bigger is not necessarily better. For example, big grocery stores offer greater potential variety, lower unit cost, greater efficiency for retailer and customer, and the unmatched carnival atmosphere of bigness. But their critics charge that they also tend to nourish patrons and workers poorly, destroy communities and culture completely, and inspire agoraphobia and frustration frequently.  Even the best of us have Wal-Mart meltdowns during the holidays. In the business world there has been a niche backlash to the megamart trend that involves more personal approaches to marketing: small batch, customized, high quality, organic, hand-crafted, and relational are adjectives usually applied to purveyors of the “anti-big” movement. They may never defeat the great leviathan, but they will preserve and rebuild a way of life that many people are longing for by emphasizing boutique rather than bloat. The more these small-time operators succeed, the more they show that entertaining variety in showcasing products and amazing efficiency in satisfying masses is not at all what the commercial life of a community is all about.

This has everything to do with how we do the third place in the third millennium. The third place is where we choose to hang out after first, where we physically live, and second, where we work for a living. It was argued, particularly in the Northwest, that the coffee house was the best contemporary venue for the third place. As an evangelical follower ofJesus I may want that third place to be with other followers of Jesus but the last place on earth I want to be is in a scripted, predictable, lackluster, unexplained, meaningless entertainment spectacle that is often the big church service. Don’t get me wrong, big services can be very nourishing and meaningful, but it is much more difficult to encourage folks to connect with one another and with God rather than hide when one has a big meeting. If I might be allowed for a moment to get in touch with what energizes me to take up my cross and follow Jesus, I really believe I need quality, meaningful, biblical, unscripted, somewhat raw, somewhat safe, thought-provoking, storytelling, face-to-face and side-to-side worship with exposition and exhortation that is hand-crafted by a gifted person who knows and loves me well. The latter string of experiences is what I am drawn to, whether it is in a church that meets in a house or a small group made up of people from a larger local church. This artisan church movement is sometimes called simple, or liquid, or house church, and its more thoughtful advocates rarely disparage the big church meeting, but insist that it cannot be the core of what constitutes ekklesia.

I now submit that I want to take this perhaps oversimplified observation one step further. So, biblical ekklesia can happen in a living room, but why must leadership equipping in service to that ekklesia occur only in classroom buildings with dry-erase boards and chairs with writing tablets? The scholarship that only the traditional seminary institution provides is valuable and necessary to the church, but relationship and spiritual formation are just as critical and can only be effectively provided through individual mentoring and spiritual direction. The latter qualities are terribly inefficient and difficult to pull off economically for a school that must support aging buildings with deferred maintenance issues, highly-paid administrators and developers, and the escalating costs of satisfying the demands of the accreditation club. Most seminaries wisely operate on some form of the business model, but many of these same institutions are fiscally marginal and must charge ever higher tuitions just to tread water. The result of this battle for institutional survival is often at cross-purposes with the stated mission when graduates are saddled with huge student debt that keeps them from traditionally low-paying pastoral and missionary careers.

One alternative to a picture much bleaker than school ads in Christianity Today would admit to is the boutique seminary. The boutique seminary uses a model that was highly developed by the English Puritans in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries to respond to the needs of local churches emerging in the Reformation. A small number of select students study with a small, talented faculty in an urban or university community environment. The focus is on intentional community (not just as a recruiting claim, but as a real outcome) with frequent face-to-face interaction between faculty and students, often in the homes of faculty members. Offering theory, but insisting on practice, boutique seminaries are “terribly inefficient” and so must rely on faculty homes and rented classrooms, university libraries, and even local coffee houses to deliver content and ministry practice. Low overhead is passed on to students in the form of lower tuition which allows them the opportunity to be debt-free when they finish their preparation. The advantages are enormous, but I would never claim the experience is for everyone. Boutique seminaries should never be reactive against the traditional divinity schools, but, like their commercial counterparts, operate in the niche. Few boutiques will produce Semitic scholars or offer courses in Ugaritic, but they will prepare relational and effective pastors, church planters, and missionaries. They will not produce licensed professional counselors or marriage and family therapists because they will probably not get accredited in the foreseeable future, but they will, and have already prepared really good spiritual directors who are effective at leading people to faith in Christ and to growth in relation to the heavenly Father. The outcome could be quality and craftsmanship in theological education, and yet, ironically, at a lower cost.  The boutique seminary could also serve the burgeoning simple church movement as a means of equipping leaders without uprooting them to other far-flung cities that constitute the seats of the most venerable theological schools. Boutique enrollments are limited to no more than a dozen new students per year, and the focus is on multiplying seminaries rather than theological empire-building. Thus, the vision for the boutique I direct, Emmanuel House, is to respond to invitations to produce new boutiques, particularly in other university cities (including large urban areas) and in other cultural settings. Intimate community is modeled in boutiques in a way that lends itself naturally to simple churches. Graduates are used to bi-vocational ministry and are potentially debt-free. Some simple churches have employed a “raft” concept, where individuals and couples who have been discipled together in university communities, for example, choose to relocate to new cities together. Boutique grads will be capable bi-vocational guides for the raft community. (I want to give credit to Brett Yohn, Christian Challenge director at U of Nebraska-Lincoln, for this picture of the raft. I named the blog site in his honor!) The picture of a white water raft shooting the rapids under the watchful eye of a prepared guide (who is nevertheless one of the team) is a great metaphor of community and the ability to respond to vanishing opportunity with mobility and speed.

There is a niche for the boutique seminary. It will not replace the traditional seminary that is so effective in identifying scholars in its mission to prepare pastors, missionaries, and counselors, but it may prove to be a valuable partner of the church in the task of discipling a whole nation. I still shop at “Wal-Mart” because I am not wealthy, but my heart and as much of my resources as I can spare go to the boutique, where theological artisanship still survives. Ω

(Liam says, by way of postscript:) I know I have raised many more questions for discussion. Hopefully this is what a competent blogger does. I value your constructive comments and observations as an opportuinity for me to refine ideas and grow in my thinking. Please dialogue with me about this. Want more information about boutique seminary? The Puritans called them household seminaries. Read the historical account in John Morgan’s Godly Learning: Puritan Attitudes towards Reason, Learning, and Education, 1560-1640. (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1986). Check out the Emmanuel House story at www.lothlorien.us and by 07/01/2005 at a new website:www.emmahouse.org.

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