Somehow in the class discussion the issue of the church sponsorship of PLNU arose. A bright young lady said quite out of the blue, "I am not a Nazarene yet I am thankful that it is the Church of the Nazarene that sponsors this college." I would like to argue that it is important to keep the relationship between PLNU and the Church of the Nazarene strong.
I can call myself both ecumenical and denominational. I believe that the two categories can be complementary and not oppositional. An ecumenism that is not based on a definite doctrinal and denominational foundation is what I would call Brand X Christianity and Brand X Christianity tends to be shallow, rootless, and thoughtless.
(More to follow later.)
The Thoughtful Nazarene
This blog concerns itself with issues related to the Church of the Nazarene and its colleges. I am blessed to have been around Nazarene circles for eighty years. I have taught at Nazarene colleges for over forty years. I love the church; however, since I do, I am allowed to have a lover's quarrel with it. I hope that I am humble enough to realize my limitations and to be eager to hear varying and opposing viewpoints from my own.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
The Best Definition of the Life of Holiness
This quotation is taken from an article by Frank G. Carver published in Wesleyan Theological Journal 22.2 (Fall 1987), 7-23.
Entire sanctification can be defined as that moment in one's Christian pilgrimage when the Holy Spirit brings one all the way to grace, when in a moment of conscious faith-commitment one decisively and once for all shifts from all reliance on human strength and wisdom in 'Christian' living to a sole dependence on the Spirit of Christ for a holy life, from a confused and partially flesh-based spiritual life to a full commitment to a Spirit-grounded existence.
Entire sanctification can be defined as that moment in one's Christian pilgrimage when the Holy Spirit brings one all the way to grace, when in a moment of conscious faith-commitment one decisively and once for all shifts from all reliance on human strength and wisdom in 'Christian' living to a sole dependence on the Spirit of Christ for a holy life, from a confused and partially flesh-based spiritual life to a full commitment to a Spirit-grounded existence.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Thought for October
I have been intrigued recently with the difference between piety and morality. While these two terms are not antonyms, they differ in significant ways. Morality tends to concern itself with proper behavior, often dictated by social or religious mores. It tends to be a communal affair. Piety is the set of the soul toward God that should result in good behavior. Morality often descends to legalism and finger-pointing. Piety emphasizes proper behavior that flows from that set of the soul. It teaches more by example than by preachments. Morality builds a house without a proper foundation.
Too often, periods of great spiritual revival end up in a hollow morality. When the fire of piety cools, morality moves in.
Too often, periods of great spiritual revival end up in a hollow morality. When the fire of piety cools, morality moves in.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Babel, From an Airplane Window
We are climbing Newton's ladder.
We are climbing Newton's ladder.
Every rung goes higher, higher.
To the heavens we aspire.
A pullulation of angry cars.
This Babel.
Stretching from microchip to Mars,
The bricks built not with Promethean fires,
But with the screeching of nuclear gyres.
Hitchens and Dawkins sat on a wall.
Hitchens and Dawkins had a great fall.
From a crack in the wall I saw a great sight.
The cities all waste and a landscape of blight.
The weary ways cast up their dead,
And Earth's ancient rivers had turned to red.
From a widening gap both near aned far,
A Babel of languages prophesying war.
Rock-a-bye Lady in a suite-top.
When the Earth shakes the cradle will rock.
When the steel melts the cradle will fall.
Down will come Rock-a-bye Lady and all.
Babylon, Athens, Alexandria,
Jereusalem, Rome, London,
and Washington, too.
And at my back I hear
Time's winged chariot drawing near.
London bridge is falling down.
Falling down.
Falling down.
My fair Lady.
And isn't it the greatest pity?
Greatest pity.
Greatest pity.
We have no con-tin-u-ing city.
We are climbing Newton's ladder.
Every rung goes higher, higher.
To the heavens we aspire.
A pullulation of angry cars.
This Babel.
Stretching from microchip to Mars,
The bricks built not with Promethean fires,
But with the screeching of nuclear gyres.
Hitchens and Dawkins sat on a wall.
Hitchens and Dawkins had a great fall.
From a crack in the wall I saw a great sight.
The cities all waste and a landscape of blight.
The weary ways cast up their dead,
And Earth's ancient rivers had turned to red.
From a widening gap both near aned far,
A Babel of languages prophesying war.
Rock-a-bye Lady in a suite-top.
When the Earth shakes the cradle will rock.
When the steel melts the cradle will fall.
Down will come Rock-a-bye Lady and all.
Babylon, Athens, Alexandria,
Jereusalem, Rome, London,
and Washington, too.
And at my back I hear
Time's winged chariot drawing near.
London bridge is falling down.
Falling down.
Falling down.
My fair Lady.
And isn't it the greatest pity?
Greatest pity.
Greatest pity.
We have no con-tin-u-ing city.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Original Poetry
Here is a poem I am working on. Do you find it offensive? Have you suggestions? -- Doc
Mooers Camp--
Meeting, that is.
An artifact of the American Holiness Movement, circa 1900.
Part I
Enter on this shard of Old Route 11,
This old, reverent, antique heaven.
AValley of Dry Bones.
Those bones, those bones, those dry bones.
InBeulah Land I can connect nothing with nothing.
The past is foreign to the present.
The present foreign to the future.
The language ofCanaan ,
Is no longer spoken or understood here.
Dick and Tilly's sign Holiness Unto the Lord,
Is large enough, for goodness' sake.
Yet no one notices it.
Is this where the ring meetings were held?
When were those religious plaques removed from the trees?
Where are the giants?
Where are the heroes?
Where are the exhorters, the shouters, the intercessors?
It was good for our fathers.
At least they said so.
It has taken them all to Glory, leaving us behind.
It looks like a fair--
Holy Fair, not Vanity Fair.
The vanities are proscribed here--
Smoking, drinking, swearing,
Cardplaying, movie-going, Sabbath-breaking,
Lipstick and toenail polish.
The larger vanities were much more difficult to abolish--
Preferments, husbands, wives, lands, children--
But the evangelists tried mightily to do so.
Mr. Worldly Wisdom, Lord Carnal Delight, Sir Having Greedy and Pickthank
Came to laugh but did not stay to pray.
Part II
Can these bones live?
Prophesy to these bones, O Son of Man.
I see a cloud the size of a man's hand.
There's a sound of a going in the giant pine trees.
The thunder growled and murmured.
Did I hear a voice?
No, only thunder.
Yes, there were words.
I picked up a command, "Look Not!"
It went on, "For water in broken cisterns."
The thunder cracked and spoke--only to those who have ears to hear.
"Rend your garments of custom and conformity."
Send the power, O Lord.
A bolt of lightning struck the ground.
The electronic voice ceased.
The neon lights flickered and failed.
The incense of darkness filled the temple that had been a huge skull gaping,
Its benches suffering rigor mortis.
Lamps appeared on either side of the mourners' bench.
They flared, spreading fire over the altar.
Souls assumed bodies, bowing and moving forward--a live coal for each lip.
A baptismal shower followed the lightning.
Great Chazy River ,
My home is overJordan .
Great Chazy River ,
I want to cross over, into campground.
At the ringing of the matins bell, manna will be served in the dining hall.
Ring out, wild bells,
To the morning sky.
Peace with oneself and with God.
Ring out the old, ring in the new.
Love for the divine in all creation.
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Joy—strength to become saints.
Converging on the feast,
Snatches of song.
Come and dine…
He who fed the multitude…
To the hungry ones He calleth
Come and dine.
Mooers Camp--
Meeting
An artifact of the American Holiness Movement
Part I
Enter on this shard of Old Route 11
This old
A
Those bones
In
The past is foreign to the present.
The present foreign to the future.
The language of
Is no longer spoken or understood here.
Dick and Tilly's sign Holiness Unto the Lord
Is large enough
Yet no one notices it.
Is this where the ring meetings were held?
When were those religious plaques removed from the trees?
Where are the giants?
Where are the heroes?
Where are the exhorters
It was good for our fathers.
At least they said so.
It has taken them all to Glory
It looks like a fair--
Holy Fair
The vanities are proscribed here--
Smoking
Cardplaying
Lipstick and toenail polish.
The larger vanities were much more difficult to abolish--
Preferments
But the evangelists tried mightily to do so.
Mr. Worldly Wisdom
Came to laugh but did not stay to pray.
Part II
Can these bones live?
Prophesy to these bones
I see a cloud the size of a man's hand.
There's a sound of a going in the giant pine trees.
The thunder growled and murmured.
Did I hear a voice?
No
Yes
I picked up a command
It went on
The thunder cracked and spoke--only to those who have ears to hear.
"Rend your garments of custom and conformity."
Send the power
A bolt of lightning struck the ground.
The electronic voice ceased.
The neon lights flickered and failed.
The incense of darkness filled the temple that had been a huge skull gaping
Its benches suffering rigor mortis.
Lamps appeared on either side of the mourners' bench.
They flared
Souls assumed bodies
A baptismal shower followed the lightning.
My home is over
I want to cross over
At the ringing of the matins bell
Ring out
To the morning sky.
Peace with oneself and with God.
Ring out the old
Love for the divine in all creation.
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Joy—strength to become saints.
Converging on the feast
Snatches of song.
Come and dine…
He who fed the multitude…
To the hungry ones He calleth
Come and dine.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Ugly Evangelical
This phrase should be an oxymoron. Unfortunately, it is often not. Why is it that evangelicals are often excused from jury pools because of their reputation for harshness? Why is it that evangelical influence in Uganda has been blamed for its parliament's proposing to execute practicing homosexuals? The list could go on.
As is the case with most issues in life, there is tension between permissiveness and encouragement of evil deeds on one hand and harsh, judgmental legalism on the other hand. Dr. Richard Taylor, a conservative theologian and preacher, was preaching on the subject of the wise and foolish virgins. In the middle of his description of the fate of the foolish virgins he interrupted the sermon to say, "I don't want to sound harsh here." I treasured that interruption.
It seems to me that the great Evangelical Revival in England in the 18th and early 19th century turned into the repressive Victorian era. I fear that the same process may be operative in 21st century America. We are really witnessing a great evangelical revival even though many people are not aware of it. There are already signs that it may turn into the ugliness of judgmental and harsh attitudes. I remember the one chapel service at Point Loma Nazarene University when there was a great movement of the spirit, as I call it. Students were testifying all around the auditorium. The spirit was killed when one student stood up to start preaching at the other students, telling them to shape up.
In the early days of the church the standard was that before any name was taken off the church roll because that person had fallen by the wayside, an all-night prayer session was to precede that action. I have seen church leaders disqualified because of their sins. I'm not saying they should not have been removed from positions of responsibility. I have been deeply offended by the sarcasm of church people in talking about their fallen brethren. My wonderful stepfather used to say, in observing evil-doers, "There but for the grace of God go I." Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in us.
As is the case with most issues in life, there is tension between permissiveness and encouragement of evil deeds on one hand and harsh, judgmental legalism on the other hand. Dr. Richard Taylor, a conservative theologian and preacher, was preaching on the subject of the wise and foolish virgins. In the middle of his description of the fate of the foolish virgins he interrupted the sermon to say, "I don't want to sound harsh here." I treasured that interruption.
It seems to me that the great Evangelical Revival in England in the 18th and early 19th century turned into the repressive Victorian era. I fear that the same process may be operative in 21st century America. We are really witnessing a great evangelical revival even though many people are not aware of it. There are already signs that it may turn into the ugliness of judgmental and harsh attitudes. I remember the one chapel service at Point Loma Nazarene University when there was a great movement of the spirit, as I call it. Students were testifying all around the auditorium. The spirit was killed when one student stood up to start preaching at the other students, telling them to shape up.
In the early days of the church the standard was that before any name was taken off the church roll because that person had fallen by the wayside, an all-night prayer session was to precede that action. I have seen church leaders disqualified because of their sins. I'm not saying they should not have been removed from positions of responsibility. I have been deeply offended by the sarcasm of church people in talking about their fallen brethren. My wonderful stepfather used to say, in observing evil-doers, "There but for the grace of God go I." Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in us.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
The Imagery of Holiness
With the Reformation, Protestants tended to emphasize justification more than sanctification. The Orthodox and Catholic branches of Christianity have perhaps emphasized sanctification more than justification. Discipline and denial were instruments to purify the human nature of its sin and weaknesses. John Wesley, Early Methodism, and the American Holiness Movement sought to create a balance between the two. The hymn "Rock of Ages" has these lines--
Be of sin the double cure
Save from wrath and make me pure.
One of the problems with the presentation of the Wesleyan doctrine of holiness is that it was both overly defined both in its nature and in the process of achieving the state of "perfect love." Another problem with the presentation of the doctrine of holiness concerns its imagery. We heard descriptions such as dying to self and rooting out the carnal nature, Sainthood was often pictured as puritanical and judgmental, certainly high moral conduct with its disciplines and avoidance of harmful excess were rightly part of the doctrine of holiness. I suggest, however, that the best image of holiness is spiritual and emotional health. Sin is best portrayed as sickness, as an enemy to human fulfillment. It may present its face as true humanity and joy but when we look at selfishness, at envy, at pride, at the harm and poison dealt to its neighbors, a tolerance for sin in one's life takes on the odor of putrefaction. There are many scripture references that use the image of health for holiness. The poet Shelley pictures it very well in Prometheus Unbound. He describes it as the cure a leprous child receives from bathing in the spirit of love and being cured, coming out with newborn flesh. He uses ship imagery. Selfishness is no guide to the progress and direction of a ship. When love has sway over the ship it cleaves the waves with accuracy and swiftness.
The fear of entering the holy life is often that one will be less than human. The truth is that the life of holiness is the fulfillment of what a human person ought to be in all its health and joy.
Be of sin the double cure
Save from wrath and make me pure.
One of the problems with the presentation of the Wesleyan doctrine of holiness is that it was both overly defined both in its nature and in the process of achieving the state of "perfect love." Another problem with the presentation of the doctrine of holiness concerns its imagery. We heard descriptions such as dying to self and rooting out the carnal nature, Sainthood was often pictured as puritanical and judgmental, certainly high moral conduct with its disciplines and avoidance of harmful excess were rightly part of the doctrine of holiness. I suggest, however, that the best image of holiness is spiritual and emotional health. Sin is best portrayed as sickness, as an enemy to human fulfillment. It may present its face as true humanity and joy but when we look at selfishness, at envy, at pride, at the harm and poison dealt to its neighbors, a tolerance for sin in one's life takes on the odor of putrefaction. There are many scripture references that use the image of health for holiness. The poet Shelley pictures it very well in Prometheus Unbound. He describes it as the cure a leprous child receives from bathing in the spirit of love and being cured, coming out with newborn flesh. He uses ship imagery. Selfishness is no guide to the progress and direction of a ship. When love has sway over the ship it cleaves the waves with accuracy and swiftness.
The fear of entering the holy life is often that one will be less than human. The truth is that the life of holiness is the fulfillment of what a human person ought to be in all its health and joy.
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