The Divine Relay - Part I

At the beginning of 2013, I asked my lead elder if I might fulfil a longstanding vision to preach a coherent series on the central message of the Bible.  He graciously agreed to my idea.  The process of packaging a fairly complex message over a 5 week period was an amazing blessing and step-changed my appreciation for God's Holy word.  Over the next couple of days I will be sharing the 5 instalments for your reading pleasure

When I was a kid, my dad had an ashtray made from a real hand grenade – the sort shaped like a pineapple.  Some ingenious and very brave craftsman had removed both detonator and pin, emptied the explosive powder and cut a neat aperture for the ash.  He had also mounted the whole thing on a beautifully machined wooden disc. 

My brother and I loved it and used to unscrew it from its stand whenever we played war games in the garden. 

The other day I was trying to motivate myself to kick-start my bible reading plan for 2013.  I wondered how I had let this discipline slip so much in the past few months – how could I have taken my Bible so for granted?…After all, there are people in China who would pay a lot of money – who would even risk their lives – to get their hands on just a single book of the New Testament. 

A sudden memory of that hand grenade was a perfect reminder of how many of us tend to treat the Bible.  We have taken something of momentous significance – incendiary, explosive and in the right hands life changing – but we’ve removed the detonator and in the process rendered it harmless.  We pick it up and put it down as we please – often to glean some words of encouragement and perhaps a little more – but for the most part, it sits mutely in our homes and our lives.

In spite of this sad reality, the Bible remains a dangerous document that provides a type of information that must not only be considered but be constantly and systematically applied as we navigate our way through life.  To build on this point, I’d like to watch a short trailer from a movie that hit the circuit back in 2010.

I suspect, if you haven’t seen the movie, you might have found that trailer a bit violent, confusing and a little bit disturbing.  But bear with me as I give you a synopsis of the story. 

The setting is America 30 years after a nuclear war.  A lone and mysterious figure named Eli is slowly walking westwards on a mission to deliver the world’s last remaining Bible to a place of safekeeping.  As he carries this burden however, he is continually threatened by a variety of diabolical characters that would like to get their hands on it.  These men understand its true power and would seek to control it so they can limit access to it…

Eli, arrives in a small town in which a few survivors are trying to start over.  There he meets an evil man called Carnegie who is hell bent on getting his hands on the Bible so he might control who does and who doesn’t get to see it: 

“this is a small town – we’re just beginning – all we need to make this work is that book – I know it’s power – It’s not a book - it’s a weapon”

The book of Eli is a thought provoking film.  It is also pretty violent so I don’t recommend you watch it unless you have the stomach for that sort of action.  The movie nonetheless helps us reconsider the absolute primacy of this document.

The bible is, quite simply, the world’s greatest bestseller.  It has always been.  It contains some of the most sweeping epics known to man, some of his most beautiful poetry, excerpts of History’s most profound wisdom – to say nothing of its power to breath life into fallen-ness.

Charles Colson – Adviser to Nixon, implicated in Watergate

"The BIBLE -- banned, burned, beloved.  More widely read, more frequently attacked than any other book in history.  Generations of intellectuals have attempted to discredit it; dictators of every age have outlawed it and executed those who read it.  Yet soldiers carry it into battle believing it more powerful than their weapons.  Fragments of it smuggled into solitary prison cells have transformed ruthless killers into gentle saints"

John Quincy Adams – 6^th president of the USA

"So great is my veneration for the BIBLE that the earlier my children begin to read it, the more confident will be my hope that they will prove useful citizens to their country and respectable members of society"

Thomas Jefferson – one of the founding fathers of the US constitution

"A studious persual of the sacred volume will make better citizens, better fathers, and better husbands"

However, just as we see in the book of Eli – The truth of scripture is up for grabs – and it runs the risk of being overwhelmed in the hostile marketplace of renegade philosophies.  Powerful and influential atheists are hell-bent on suppressing and discrediting the word of God so as to peddle their own philosophies

Richard Dawkins - Scientist/Atheist

“It is a chaotically cobbled-together anthology of disjointed documents”

“The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully.”

It is time – as Christians - that we began defending and incarnating the word of God as the one true life giving resource that it is.  Indeed, we need a reformation in our own thinking about this incredible handbook that God has left us.

2 Reasons

There are, I believe, two reasons why we don’t treat this handbook with the reverence, fear and level of application it deserves.

The first is that, to the untrained eye, it is a confusing book – full of stories accounts of how strange serpent convincing a naked lady to eat a piece of forbidden fruit, instructions carved into tablets of stone, strange vagrants in the desert and seismic military encounters between warring factions.  Somehow, amidst all of this, we are required to make sense of the teachings of a man called Jesus who proclaimed to be the Son of God - and perhaps trickier still, to make sense of a compendium of letters written by a man called Paul which sometimes don’t make sense even after the tenth reading of them. 

In short, the bible looms before people like a brick wall or perhaps a brilliant night sky.  We can see the stars but without any frame of reference it all just looks like a big jumble of lunar waste and planets.

In the case of the night sky, the good news is that we don’t have to be an astronomer to make sense of it.  Even an amateur with a simple handbook and a pair of binoculars can begin to identify the Universe’s intriguing patterns and constellations.  Moreover, he is soon able to distinguish between a comet, a falling star and a satellite. 

And so it is with scripture.  As we embark on our journey through scripture, it’s almost as though we need some sort of GPS system to help us not only chart our way but to give us a guided tour at the same time.

The second reason scripture seems so impenetrable is the fact that we are so distracted by our modern lifestyles.  The journalist Lee Strobel once remarked that the average American is exposed to more information in the daily edition of the New York Times than the great 18^th century evangelist and Bible teacher Jonathan Edwards was exposed to in his entire lifetime.  This is to say nothing of clutter posed by Facebook, twitter, satellite TV etc. 

In short, our frequencies have become horribly polluted and we have to actively make space for the word of God if it is to gain any traction in our lives.  Let me go back to my analogy of the night sky – not only do we need something or someone to help us pick out the patterns – we also need to address the issue of pollution.  Seriously, when did you last really see the milky way?  We are quite fortunate out here in Ballito but it will only be a matter of time before we lose our night sky to light pollution. 

In October 2008, my wife and I passed through the town of Flagstaff Arizona on a road trip through the South Western United States.  Flagstaff is home to the Lowell Observatory, on of the world’s most important centres for the study of the Universe.  Light pollution has long been a threat to this status so some time back the town fathers got together and declared Flagstaff to be the world’s first International Dark Sky City.  This was not wishful thinking.  To ensure this reputation would be preserved, the town council went to the extent of identifying maximum levels of lighting for all residents – businesses included.  You can get a fine for exceeding this level.  And it works.

Similarly, we have to actively limit the pollutive distractions in our lives to make space for the word of God.  I’m not just talking about making time for church and cell group.  I’m talking about making time for reading the word.  For understanding the word.  Being committed to reading and understanding scripture in its totality – the unity of scripture. 

Ironically, with the Internet, this task is now more within our reach than ever before!

Solution

What are we going to do about these two factors?

Firstly, we’ve created a list of resources that might help you to re-engage with your bible in 2013.  In fact, a list was given to each of you when you entered the Church today.

Some of the plans we have included there include:

• A plan to read the bible in 1 year – it may not be as daunting as it sounds – I did some calculations using a device on the net and at the average pace of 200 words per minute, you could get through your bible comfortably on between 12 and 20 minutes of reading per day.

• A two year bible reading plan

•  A plan to read the bible Chronologically – for reasons we won’t go into now, the bible most of us own has not been compiled in the order in which it was written. Reading the bible Chronologically can help you really get an understanding of how the whole story comes together through time.

•  A plan for Slackers and Shirkers – the beauty of this plan is that it does not hold you down to a daily reading.  It merely segments the bible into 7 key themes – 1 of each being assigned to a specific day of the week. 

·      Believe it or not, there is also a service called “Bible Summary” which prepares a daily 140 character summary of a bible chapter – which you can pick up either on Twitter, on Facebook or on YouTube.  For tech gurus, this could be a really fun way of keeping you on track or augmenting another plan you are doing.

Secondly, I am daunted but excited to announce the launch of a new series called “The Divine Relay”.  This series launches off the premise that the Bible is not actually the fragmented and confused compendium of historical manuscripts which some people seem to think it is - but rather a coherent and unified story which operates not only as a constitutional handbook for Christians but which becomes the touchstone for the understanding of all of History.

“The bible is a unique interpretation of universal history, the history of the whole creation and the history of the human race.  And therefore it is a unique interpretation of the human person as a responsible actor in history”

Hindu Scholar Quoted in “A short walk through the Bible”

In this series, we will look at how the baton of God’s purpose for mankind has been handed down through history – first through the patriarchs, and then through the nation of Israel – its Kings and its prophets.

·     We will look at how his rescue plan for all humanity has been relayed not just throughthe Old and New Testaments but how it will be carried into the future by the Church. 

We will look at how the church – in spite of all her lamentable weaknesses, appalling failures, indefensible shortcomings – still remains God’s ultimate force not just for revival and reformation but for civilization and enlightened social consciousness in the world today.

A while ago at a leaders training time, we watched an excellent talk by a thinker called Simon Sinek – it was simply called “Why?”  In it, Sinek identified something he called the Golden Circle to explain the various ways in which people make sense of what they do.  The Golden Circle consists of three levels – What, How and Why.

Applying this to daily life:

Many people can easily tell you what they are doing with their lives…the jobs they do, the routines they keep, and the people they are friends with

Some people can tell you how they are going about things – how they balance work with family – how they actively pursue hobbies – how they make time for holidays and so on…

Almost no-one can tell you why they are doing what they do – where it is all going and to what end.  What legacy do they hope to leave?  What is the higher purpose of the things they do?

This is equally true of how we relate to our faith.  We often get stuck in the “what” and the “how” – the Sunday morning meeting, the Tuesday night at cell – going to prayer meeting on a Thursday and possibly a church braai once a quarter.  But how close are we to the ultimate “why” behind the things we do as Christians?

I want to say that unless we keep this in our sights, our faith will become meaningless and empty.  It will be religion in the true sense of the word, trying to get close to God by adhering to a system of activities.

It is the “Why” which I hope our series on the Divine Relay will address.  I hope it will help you not only re-engage with the word of God but with the mission of the church.  I hope it will help you to activate your faith.

The Gospel at Easter

Here is a message I gave at the Easter Morning service this last Sunday.  I trust it is a clean and clear representation of the Gospel.

Good Morning Everyone

He is Risen!

This morning I would like to reflect on two important aspects of the Easter story.  If you are already a Christian, treat what I have to say as a mini refresher course in the core beliefs of our faith.  If you are not yet a believer in Jesus Christ, I hope that the few thoughts I have to share with you will move you that little bit closer to the start of an amazing journey with the God who created the Universe.

The first thought I have to share with you deals with the question of why God had to become man in the person of Jesus.  What was the point of Jesus living a life on earth amidst mere mortals? A writer called Phillip Yancey was wrestling with a similar question.  Strangely enough, the answer came to him as he maintained his fish tank at home.

Maintaining this tank was no easy task.  I had to run a portable chemical laboratory to monitor the chemical levels.  I had to pour vitamins and other goodies into the water to make sure that the coral would grow and that the fish would be healthy.  I filtered the water regularly and exposed the whole tank to ultraviolet light to kill any germs that might breed there.

You would think, in view of all the energy I put into my tank on behalf of those fishes that they would be at least a little bit grateful!  Not So!

Every time my shadow loomed above the tank they dived for cover into the nearest shell.  They showed me only one “emotion” – FEAR.  Although I opened the lid and dropped in food three times a day, they responded to each visit as a sure sign of my designs to torture them.  I had no way of convincing them of my true concern for them!!

I suppose in a way, to these fish, I was like a God.  I was way too large for them; my actions – all meant for their benefit - were too difficult for them to understand.  It’s no wonder they kept diving for cover!  I began thinking what I would have to do to change their perceptions or experience of me.  I realized that there was only one thing I could do – though it was actually impossible. 

If I were to truly reach out to my fish I realized that some sort of incarnation was needed – If I was to convince my fish of my good intentions, I would actually have to become a fish myself – be able to “speak” and relate to them in a way that they could understand

Similarly, the God who created the Universe realised that the only way he could reveal his true heart to humanity was to actually became a part of it – a little bit like a writer becoming a part of his own story or a director becoming a character in his own movie.

Hebrews 4: For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathise with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are--yet he did not sin.

So God became man so that he could sympathise with us – speak our language – walk in our shoes – face all the temptations, struggles, disappointments and trials that we humans face – even the bitter taste of death.

Which leads us to my next thought.  So much of what we think about Easter – (apart from the Eggs) – seems to be dominated by the picture of the cross.  Let me not minimise the importance of the cross as it is a VITAL part of the Easter message.  Because of Adam and Eve’s Sin in the Garden of Eden, mankind is born sinful, alienated from God.  Our problem is not that we make bad decisions every now and again.  Our problem is that without Christ we are bad to the bone – dead in our sin. – (no one is righteous, not even one).  But for those who believe in Christ’s atoning work on the cross, NOTHING concerning our salvation is left undone.  Once and for all, perfectly and fully, we have been reconciled to God.  Jesus became sin for us that we might become the righteousness of God.

But the cross is not the ONLY part of the Easter narrative.  If it had all ended there we would be telling an incomplete story and the Christian faith itself would mean absolutely nothing.  Stopping the story on Good Friday would make Jesus no more of a God than any of the other men of History who have claimed to hold the answers to life’s questions.

No, Easter is far bigger news than a good man dying a martyr’s death. 

The clue to this bigger news lies in the interesting fact that the cross as a symbol of Christianity only appeared several hundred years after the death of Christ.  Up to then it appeared that Christians were possessed by a truth far more compelling than a good man dying a martyr’s death.  It was a truth that cast off the shackles of fear and oppression that were so much a part of life under Roman rule – a truth that caused them to turn the world upside down as they carried it to the very ends of the earth.

I am, of course, talking about the fact that Jesus was raised from the dead.  Of all the religions on the marketplace, only one makes this jaw-dropping claim.  The resurrection changes everything.

The resurrection, says Chinese evangelist Watchman Nee, ushers in a new history for those who would put their trust in it:  “Our old history” Nee writes, “ends with the cross; our new history begins with the resurrection”

The work of the cross and the resurrection of Jesus are what Christians refer to as “The Good News”.  Now we are not only reconciled with God; but the same power that brought Jesus out of the Grave is available to every one of us who believes on his name.  Yes!  Even Death itself is defeated by the power of the resurrection!

As the apostle Paul wrote in the book of Corinthians:

 “Death where is your victory?  O death, where is your sting?”

To close, a perspective from the life of a German theologian named Dietrich Bonhoeffer whose autobiography I've just finished reading.  This man understood not only what he had been saved FROM (by the cross) but also what he had been saved TO by the resurrection.  Indeed, it was he who courageously spoke out against Adolf Hitler’s diabolical treatment of the Jews during WWII.

Of Death and the resurrection Bonhoeffer wrote:

“Why are we so afraid when we think about death?  The resurrection has transformed death.  For all we know, we may be shivering at the most glorious, heavenly, blessed event in the world…

He who truly understands the resurrection will be homesick from that hour, waiting and looking forward to being released from this bodily existence.  He understands that life only really begins when it ends here on earth, that all that is here is only the prologue before the curtain goes up. Death is the greatest gift of grace that God gives to people who believe in him.  It is the gateway to our homeland, the tabernacle of joy, and the everlasting kingdom of peace.

Bonhoeffer had a deep understanding of the resurrection and as such gave everything in the service of his Lord.  Just months after writing these lines, he faced a Nazi executioner at Flossenburg Prison.  That day, April 8, 1945 he said to a fellow inmate:  “This is the end – for me the beginning of life”.

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God wants us all to live in right relation with him.  Like Bonhoeffer, he wants us all to know his resurrection power and to live our lives in light of it.  But this is an age of “easy-believe-ism”.  Matthew’s gospel says that not everyone who says “Lord! Lord!” will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.  When the apostle John uses the word “believe” in his Gospel, he is describing a state of dependence in which we cleave to, cling to, adhere to, trust in and rely totally upon Jesus for everything.  This carries huge implications as we examine our hearts before Christ this morning.

Repent and Believe in Jesus.  Invite him into your heart as your personal Saviour. Then, empowered by God's grace, embark on the journey of discipleship, in which you seek to love God with every fibre of your being, to love your neighbour as yourself, to live out God's moral will, and to follow Jesus where he leads you, whatever the cost.

Receive new life, eternal life. Look to him and live.

The Priest

I dreamt about my grandfather last night; the Reverend Fred Rea who died in his bed in 1984 after a mercifully brief battle with pneumonia.  Gramps never really died however because he crops up in my dreams every so often.  Sometimes it's just a quiet, smiling presence.  Sometimes he's taking a walk with my brother and me as he used to do in Zimbabwe's Eastern Highlands when we were kids. Last night he was - somewhat improbably given his staunch Methodist position on liquor - assisting as a barman at a charity event I was attending.  It was he who taught me (patiently) how to play golf (impatiently) and much of my earlier church memories revolve around the stirring and erudite sermons he was known for.

Last night's dream came hours after a cell group discussion on 1 Peter 2 vs. 9 in which we examined the servant heart we believers are required to adopt when we operate within the systems of this world. "

"But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light"

Earlier yesterday, I had been listening to an audio book entitled "What it's like to Go to War" by Vietnam veteran Karl Marlantes.  At 18, the author abandoned a Rhodes Scholarship for a place at West Point.  Soon after, he was serving his country as a second lieutenant in Vietnam.  Marlantes recalls the particularly violent defense of a forward operating base on the border of Vietnam and Laos in which he and is men were nearly over-run by the NVA.  It was Christmas but the enemy didn't seem to care. Shortly after the firefight, a helicopter arrived to deliver ammo, medical supplies and mail.  On the helicopter was the Army Chaplain who, writes Marlantes, was "armed with a case of Jack Daniels and a fresh supply of dirty jokes".  Marlantes was furious.  Here was the one man who could provide perspective on the atrocities that had just taken place - yet all he could do was lower himself to the level of his surroundings.  He probably thought he was doing the men a favour.

A couple of years before her death in 1997, my grandmother wrote a book about her and Fred's lives as Irish missionaries in Africa.  It was entitled "The Best is Yet to Be" and, amongst many other nuggets of wisdom, contains excerpts from my grandfather's war diaries.

During World War II, Fred had served as a Chaplain in the SA 6th Armoured Division that fought in Egypt and Italy.  He occupied the rank of Captain and was exposed to more peril and horror in 5 years than most people see in a lifetime.  My brother and I were mostly oblivious to this, romanced by the popular images and vainglorious stories of WWII found between the pages of the Victor and Hotspur annuals.  But once when I was very young, I remember showing him a picture I'd drawn of a battle scene.  It contained all sorts of detail:  tanks, soldiers, planes and even mortar explosions.  "That's not what mortar explosions look like" he said with a frown as he took the pencil from me,  "when they explode they look more like this..."  

As I contemplate servanthood and the true meaning of priestly duty I am reminded of a section in my Gran's book containing the citation that accompanied his decoration as a Member of the British Empire. This honour he received for his "consistently magnificent example in disregard for personal safety".  I am most proud of what it says and it inspires me whenever I feel I am losing my grip.  It reads:

Award of the M.B.E. (Military Division) to Captain the Rev. Frederick Beattie Rea

Captain Rea received his MBE for inspiring devotion to duty, outstanding courage beyond the call of duty, and for his consistently magnificent example in disregard for personal safety.

Throughout the campaign in Italy, with the 6th S.A. Armoured Division, Padre Rea was attached to the Engineers and Signal Corps.

During this time Padre Rea never spared himself the smallest effort.  He visited the troops in the most inaccessible places, lived with them, worked, talked and laughed with them.  Whenever he heard of troops moving forward, he was there in his unassuming and reassuring way.  if on arrival he found, as he often did, that the troops were going out to repair demolitions under cover of darkness, his normal request was to be given a shovel and to be allowed to join the working party.

His ready smile and reassuring manner, together with his complete disregard for personal safety and discomfort, have been an inspiration and example to all ranks and a factor in morale which is unsurpassed.

Added to this, his practical work in attending men and preparing the dead for burial was done with such dignity and grace that even this became a source of inspiration for all present.

If ever there was a priest AND a servant then surely Fred Rea was it.

Carnage

A dark and sinister shadow still hangs over Pinetown after what must surely be SA's worst road disaster in years.  27 people are dead and nearly 80 are injured - some critically.  Chilling footage from the dash-cam of a truck that narrowly avoided the holocaust records a scene which, prior to the collision, might depict any rush-hour in any city in the world.  

It is dusk.  Three taxis and a blue vehicle (possibly a VW Jetta?) wait patiently for the green light.  One can imagine the mood.  Kwaito blares from a tinny sound system.  Weary workers reflect on a busy day of domestic service or on the monotonous stop/start of the production line in one of Pinetown's light industries.  Women clutch shopping bags after a hurried shop in the store up the road.  Their day is not yet over - households that depend on their provision await the evening meal.  A flustered driver longs for his shift to end - he's beat.    It's a typical end to another South African day.  

The light turns to green...

Part of me wishes I'd never seen the footage of the collision which can be seen here.  It is chilling and it haunted my sleep last night.  If a nightmare is an exaggerated projection of some basic fear we face then what plagued me last night was no nightmare.  It was reality pure and simple - except I was sleeping.

Perhaps the reality of South Africa's treacherous roads is that we are all sleeping.  From the one-over-the-limit boytie who insists "I'm driving, live with it" to the taxi driver who willfully overloads his vehicle.  There's the arrogant owner of that luxury German sedan whose superior driving abilities entitle him to speed - even if it scares the crap out of the rest of us.  And tragically, there's the escalating fleet of un-roadworthy freighters which simply don't belong on roads like the M13.  

I'm angry about this.  I am wondering what I can do about it.  Those least able to defend themselves are, in this instance and many others like it, the ones squarely in the firing line.

Heaven help us.

Managing Distractions

“All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.” - Pascal

If you are like me you want distractions in your life.  

Perhaps you feel you owe yourself an hour or two in front of the TV after a hard days work. Perhaps you enjoy a good book and believe that no soak in the bath or bedtime would be complete without your favourite reading material.  Some of us are wired up for socialising and spend most of our free time with friends. Some of us just can't leave our computers or smart devices alone - what are our mates up to on Facebook?  What's the latest scoop on Twitter or Instagram? 

Of course any of the above may actually be good for you, but, as Paul points out, while everything might be permissible, not everything is beneficial.  It depends on the circumstances.

So when does a pleasurable pastime become a distraction?

• When it hinders the discipline of "sitting quietly in a room alone" at least once every few days.

• When we can't do without it, even when it's inconvenient to self and nauseating to others 

Yet in a strange way distractions are the general anaesthetic that dulls the aches and pains of reality. 

There's nothing like a fast to remind you of this.  We're currently in the middle of a three-dayer and I've decided to give Facebook a miss for the duration and if possible for longer.  If possible.  As though avoiding Facebook were impossible.

But today I was reminded Just how much I crave and seek out distractions.

It was a fairly light day work-wise so I was in a position to swim, take an afternoon nap and, at 4pm, go for a walk with the dogs.  Blogger Seth Godin (coincidentally a cancer survivor) sees his daily dog-walk as a privilege and not a chore.  In a piece entitled "assorted tips", Godin says that "taking your dog for a walk is usually better than whatever alternative use of your time you were considering".  

Yet I have to actively remind myself of this, especially today.  Though I enjoy the route we take, my reaction to the prospect of 45 minutes alone was one of mild yet discernible anxiety.  A longish walk - particularly in light of the fast - would in one sense be a great chance to focus on the spiritual issues surrounding it.  Yet where on earth would I find the focus and staying power to do that for the better part of an hour?

I'm learning a lot about what it takes to cultivate the discipline of solitude.  I'm onto day 5 without Facebook and am finding it to be a liberating experience.  For one thing my phone battery is lasting at least a day longer than it usually does.

Let's hope my spiritual stamina follows suit!

"We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private:  and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship"

C.S. Lewis

The Art of Joy

Lately I've been thinking about the word "Joy".  This is because I am not a particularly joyful person.

Like many of you I live with my head up my backside.  Amongst other things, I am guilty about doing too much of this and too little of that.  I overlook beauty and fixate on triviality.  I have a gnawing anxiety about becoming irrelevant, not having enough money and becoming a phantom before I die.

Why this mediocre half-life?

Maybe it's because Joy doesn't mean a whole lot anymore.  Let's face it, the word has been taken into all sorts of laughably inappropriate areas by advertisers - from German luxury cars to lollipops for kids.

For my part, it may be because I've always thought Joy to be a bit of a naff emotion. When I was a kid, my mum had a frumpy old friend named Joy who liked gardening and who wore bad frocks.  I guess I've never quite gotten over the association.

And then there's the pursuit of joy which seems altogether unfashionable in the "real world".  In one sense being Joyful just isn't cool anymore.  Far better to be the edgy cynic right?

Two stories have forced me to give Joy a second and serious look.  Consider the following:

Firstly, a sudden illness in the family.  On July 1, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with cancer.  Nothing pulls things so sharply into focus - or so I am told - than the possibility that you may not live to stuff your next Christmas turkey. Indeed, this was the spectre which loomed large for my brother and his wife as they awaited a clearer prognosis.  In a recent blog, my brother wrote the following:

"... it occurred to me that today is our only reality. Tomorrow is not reality. Tomorrow may never come. Further, my perception of tomorrow is an illusion. Tomorrow does not exist as my mind imagines it, for tomorrow will always be different to what I expect. But today is today. I live in the present moment of today, not in the past or in the future.

For these reasons, I could see that “today” was a precious gift and something that needed to be unwrapped with joy

Though my sister-in-law would never have asked it for herself (nor would any of us have wished it upon her) - both she and my brother are experiencing a side to to their life in God which precious few of us who are healthy get to feel.  They are discovering that Joy is especially abundant in dark places.

Secondly, consider the exciting journey upon which a friend named Lara Kruiskamp has embarked.  18 months ago, Lara was going places in corporate - and I mean seriously going places.  Then she heard God telling her to give it all up and follow an outrageously ambitious dream.  A bit like serious illness, there's nothing like living off your savings and repeatedly saying "no" to lucrative job offers to pull life sharply into focus.  But because of this, Lara is living in the sweet spot of her dream, her gifts and God's plan for her life.  This is happening because she's actively saying "no" to things that others think are sensible.  Her life may well be simple but it's joyful.  For more on Lara's journey click here

Both stories remind me of that harrowing scene from Fight Club where Brad Pitt puts a gun to the head of a convenience store till operator to get him to face reality in light of the dreams he once had.  After taking him to the brink of death he eventually lets the man go remarking:  "Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of his life.  His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted..."  

Here are a few thoughts I've had about Joy:

• Joy is cool!
• Joy lies on the other side of an overwhelming obstacle
• While Joy may alight with the grace of a butterfly is as hard as nails 
• Joy is not cheap.  It won't be purchased on my Edgars account nor is it a perk that comes with my latest promotion or contract
• Joy discriminates, attaching herself to people who understand life's real trade-offs and who content themselves with (and even rejoice in) the one's less traded.  
• Joy is an art.

My name is ______ and I'm an addict

Every now and then, amidst the diverse internet content I encounter, a blog post comes along that really hits home.  Ironically the one I'm referencing here - though written and disseminated with the full wizardry of the net - speaks out most strongly against the dangers of same.  But on-tap porn and fanatical gaming cabals that turn youngsters into school yard killers don't get a look in here.   

In a series of posts entitled "Don't let the screen strangle your soul" (found here and here) Kevin de Young examines the effects of something we all like to play at and which at first glance looks fairly harmless - Social Media.  Writes de Young:

I was speaking at one of our top seminaries when after the class two men came up to me in private to ask a question. I could tell by the way they were speaking quietly and shifting their eyes that they had something awkward to say. I was sure they were going to talk about pornography. And sure enough, they wanted to talk about their struggles with the internet. But it wasn’t porn they were addicted to. It was social media. They told me they couldn’t stop looking at Facebook; they were spending hours on blogs and mindlessly surfing the web.

The first threat the author calls out is the obvious one - addiction.  In a book entitled "The Shallows", Nicholas Carr describes how he became more and more dependent on the internet for information and stimulation. In time, his brain began to not only drift but to display a sort of hunger which could only be satisfied by the Net.  The more it was fed in this fashion, the hungrier it became. 

The second threat is Acedia a form of mental lethargy which inhibits creativity, belief, faith and hope.  Author John Neuhaus defines it this way:

Acedia is evenings without number obliterated by television, evenings neither of entertainment nor of education but of narcoticized defense against time and duty"

In short, Acedia is a "tastes like chicken" existence.

The third threat is that of shrinking or evaporating boundaries - social media addicts are, quite simply, never alone - never in a position to enjoy the recreational benefits of solitude.  It's almost like the squirreling busyness that accompanies the addiction plays right into our cravings to be heard, understood and relevant.  Yet as we know, the content of that busyness is often nauseatingly transient.

Is Kevin de Young alone in his thinking?  He is not.  Last week HBR contributor Umair Haque explored a similar theme, only he drew a bead on the TED Talks that many of us have grown to love and keenly anticipate.  Haque, meanwhile, questions the message TED is leaving with us:

The idea of our age is that Great Ideas can be simplified, reduced, made into convenient, disposable nuggets of infotainment — be they 18-minute talks, 800-word blog posts, or 140 character bursts.

TED is like an Orgasm Machine for the human mind. It gives us the climax of epiphany, without the challenge and tension of thought.

Great Ideas on the other hand - often leave more questions than solutions - they don't always resound immediately because it isn't always clear what to DO with them.  In Haque's words, "they challenge us to redefine the reality of our worlds..." - or as poet John Ciardi puts it:

"A good question is never answered. It is not a bolt to be tightened into place but a seed to be planted and to bear more seed toward the hope of greening the landscape of idea"

So of one thing I am certain.  While all along I thought I was mining the net it is in fact the other way around.  The internet is slowly mining me.  In fact it is strip-mining me.  And while I haven't a clue as to how to reduce my dependance on it I'm thinking that upgrading to the latest iPhone this week was probably a bad decision!