Congrats and thanks, Lecrae. I hope this album becomes a classic.
“And as for the apostolic epistles, what man who is skilled in literary interpretation would think them to be plain and easily understood, when even in them there are thousands of passages that provide, as if through a window, a narrow opening leading to multitudes of the deepest thoughts?”
-Origen, On First Principles
Jim McGuiggan introduced to me a poem by George Herbert, called “Love (III).” I might’ve read some Herbert briefly in an English Lit class in college, but none of it stuck with me the way it did after hearing McGuiggan read it in his audio message, “God and Timid Sinners.”
I downloaded that file and listened to McGuiggan many times during daily commutes in Hangzhou.
“If you like religious poetry, you may not like George Herbert’s work, but if you love it, you’ll devour his material…about timid sinners too conscious of their sin to be fully aware of the profound, fathomless love of God toward us.“
So please do not let the word “sinners” deter you from savoring this sweet poem. Oh yes, we have sin, and that’s the point: some of it is all too real for some of us, and we never forget our moral failures. Something might be said of the benefit of remember our sin. Absolutely. However, the point of this poem, I think is to invite those who can’t forgive themselves, to accept the healing and salvation God offers.
***English-to-English translation note: The poem itself is in italics to stand apart from my words on this page. However, I’ve removed italics for emphasis, actually (which is risky behavior, since its reversed as per usual). I added quotation marks to help clarify the discussion taking place in the poem and emboldened (really, blog-ified) two lines that tell–in a way only poems can–of God’s scandalous and matchless will to forgive us (you!): perfectly displayed in the death, burial, and resurrection of His son Jesus the Messiah, our Lord and King.
Without further ado:
by George Herbert
Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew backguilty of dust and sin.But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slackfrom my first entrance in,drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,if I lacked any thing.“A guest,” I answered, “worthy to be here:”Love said, “You shall be he.”“I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear,I cannot look on thee.”Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,“Who made the eyes but I?”“Truth Lord, but I have marred them: let my shameGo where it doth deserve.”“And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame?““My dear, then I will serve.”“You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat”:So I did sit and eat.
Our last blog post was meant to ease the worries of appearing too young–mostly. If you’ve been at the other side of that spectrum, however, and felt too old, you should read Chaplain Michael Summer’s poem and prayer. The rough draft of his book on prayer is almost finished. See his blog for more: http://michaelwaymonsummers.blogspot.com/
Originally posted on The Fellowship Room:
A flood of tears obscures my vision;
My heart feels pierced by an incision
That has cut through my defenses,
Rampaged through rugged fences
I had constructed to protect self-concept.
Defeat has proven me not so adept
At fending off these verbal slights;
I’ve never fared well in such fights.
Experience added scars but left me wise;
One would me think me able to advise
Those beginning their walk without a map
How they might navigate through each lap.
If younger, their response might incite rage;
They denigrate, call wisdom excessive age.
May God give me courage and persistence
To survive this ill-conceived resistance.
Mom, Dad, thanks for having me.
I’m 26 years old today, and I’ve spent the last three years trying to figure out what it really means to be a man.
[Que Damien Rice or Bob Dylan song.]
Truly, many a good song have been written (by others) in search of the same answer. Something has clicked recently, though, and I’m simply less concerned about it all. Don’t get me wrong, young men and women in their twenties should be ambitious, hard-working, and responsible–but that doesn’t require the exclusion of fun.
So for my birthday, I asked my wife to get me a pair of shoes from the skateboarding world. (It is a different world, by the way, very fun and outrageously creative.) That’s where I resided from around the ages of 13-21; I still take short vacations there from time to time.
I’m feeling younger already.
This morning, I remembered reading C.S. Lewis’ words about what it means to be “adult.” I hope they encourage you to be comfortable in your own skin and to do your best, however young or old you are:
Critics who treat ‘adult’ as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
Well, seems as though another trip to China is in order.
Aging relatives, job opportunity, and missions are all factors that inspired us to buy tickets last night.
Linli had an successful interview with one of Memphis’ largest companies, and they’ve asked her for another one next Friday. If all goes well, she might start in June.
Since we have a couple of weeks between school and that potential beginning of a new career, we think the time slot in between might be one of the last chances we get to visit friends and family in China for longer than one week. We plan to stay three weeks, leaving on May 16. (My final presentation is on the 15th, as well as Linli’s next CPA exam!) We are leaving the next morning.
Please pray for Linli’s interview, that God’s will be done. Also, please pray for our endurance, because this is the final stretch of the race that is this semester. We’ve both bitten off more than we like to chew, so we are ready to finish but finish well.
We are happy for my nephew, Bailey, to have an appointment at the National Jewish Hospital in Denver. Maybe this trouble of his will find healing. Please pray for the Hyder family and keep them in your prayers throughout the season. They’re set to fly to Denver on Easter day–which is a good sign.
Spring is upon us, and we are ready for a break like never before. What do we plan to do during the break? Study. Where do we plan to go? To the grocery store and back. We are not, though, without food, though the grocery was without bread for at least one night when it snowed. This is, after all, still in the south.
Now for small news. This blog will hopefully be more focused now: I bought a domain name (clintboyd.com) to host a landing page with links to my résumé, a biographical section, and my blogs. It is a simple website still in the works and serves as a more professional place to present myself online for career purposes. I am keeping this blog, though, for “personal” use, and by that I mean stuff my close friends and family will be interested in. It is still public. I might make another blog in the future for academic writing.
In other news, Linli has taken an internship for a public accounting firm and is enjoying that, along with her Graduate Assistantship at University of Memphis, plus four classes, and the CPA exam preparation. Throw in four cups of my classes, a tablespoon of tutoring, and a dash of air to breath–and you’ve got yourself one beavery, busy little family.
Now let’s hear about what I’m learning (since that was the whole purpose of coming to Memphis)–in addition to patience and perseverance.
The first class of the week, on Tuesday morning at 8:15, is Greek II. We began the semester with participles, then moved on to subjunctive mood, additional uses of infinitives, contract verbs, and more. Instead of explaining each of those now, suffice it to say that our professor, Dr. Allen Black, is helping us out as much as he can, but the key is to put in the appropriate amount of hours outside of class. We’re only in class three hours a week, but we should study at least nine additional hours per class. That’s a lot of Greek.
(By the way, I’ve included links to each professor, in case you’re interested! I really appreciate them; they’re all brilliant yet really humble.)
After Greek we have chapel, and afterwards I usually walk home to eat lunch with Linli. At 1:00pm, though, comes Counseling Skills with Dr. Ed Gray. I have learned so many practical things about counseling that I really feel equipped now to counsel in a private setting. Before this semester, I really didn’t want to do any counseling, but now I feel pretty prepared.
Thursday nights from 6:00-9:00 I have Old Testament Survey with Dr. Rodney Plunket, who is the pulpit minister at White Station church of Christ. He and his daughters both have PhDs in Old Testament, so learning from him is an excellent experience. He is having us read some 300 pages of text per week; we’re looking for the “Grand Narrative” of the Old Testament: what God was doing from Genesis to Malachi. Wonderful class.
Once a month, Dr. Kevin Youngblood commutes from Harding University in Searcy, Arkansas, to teach us about the Minor Prophets. We read, reread, reread, and then create synthetic outlines for four prophets each month, give or take, and read particular commentaries for each one. That class is packed and for a good reason. Dr. Youngblood is a full time professor in Searcy and preaches at Downtown Church of Christ. (Click here to hear some of his sermons). He recently crafted a commentary on Jonah that was just released in January with Zondervan. Click here for a video of him talking about the book.
So, those are my classes. Again, the work to be done outside of class is what requires most of “my” time. I actually have two weeks “off” because this week is full of classes for people who cannot be here regularly or else choose to take a class intensively: meet eight hours a day for five days and do the rest of the work outside of class. Next week is spring break, so I have two weeks to catch up on what I’m behind on–which is almost everything. There is no thing as “finishing your homework”–there is simply quitting homework and running out of time.
I hope you are ready for the time to change this Saturday night and for spring weather to roll in soon. I know I am. Memphis has had her cold front, but I can feel the heat rising, and it sure gets hot here and is actually more humid than Middle Tennessee. Sweat falls differently here, and I should probably go drip some over a book.
Have a great weekend.
P.S. I’m giving up Facebook and Twitter during Lent, but I am allowing myself to blog because it requires more dedication and allows more explanation. I will also still let this blog sync to Facebook for your convenience, but I will not see any comments there until after Good Friday.
Dr. Richard Oster has poured lots of energy into his commentary on Revelation. Commentary on the first three chapters already printed. Check out his words here and the songs his students made. Pretty awesome.
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Post 07 [Whew!, the last one]
Tonight I have not wanted to spend my time illustrating John’s imagery and teachings against the important backdrop of Second Temple Judaism or against the backdrop of important sources from the Graeco-Roman world. Although I do enjoy doing that, and I did some of that in my recent commentary on the Letters to the Seven Congregations of Revelation, that was not my goal tonight. Nor did I want to do an exegesis of the texts of Rev. 21-22, although that is a crucial step in the process of good and reliable Bible study. Rather, I wanted to highlight a few points on John’s spiritual agenda and then make some very needed applications for God’s people in the early 21st century.
I began with some brief comments about interpretive pitfalls. …
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The Chinese Year of the Horse has recently begun, and the next time this could happen would be in twelve years. So, many who were born in a Year of the Horse (at least 12 years ago) are very excited about 2014. To learn more about the Chinese Zodiac, you can Travel China Guide or Google(v.) it.
Horses are considered by some Chinese as “energetic, bright, warm-hearted, intelligent and able.” I borrowed those adjectives from Travel China Guide because of all the ways I’ve heard horses described tonight, I like these the most, particularly the latter two: intelligent and able. “Able” in my mind connotes humility to accompany one’s abilities. Perhaps, though, Americans primarily see horses as wild and free-spirited. All good things.
Tonight, at Memphis’ Chinese New Year celebration hosted by the Greater Memphis United Chinese Association, the opening speaker said this is a year many people will make big decisions and changes for their lives. Whatever you believe about the Chinese Zodiac and the Year of the Horse, I hope you have an amazing year with lots of joyful surprises.
While I was at the show tonight (which was awesome–it really was one of the most well-ran and entertaining New Year shows I’ve ever seen!), I was thinking about the meaning of the year and the fact that my awesome wife “is a horse.” All of a sudden, I remembered a song I used to love to listen to and play along with back in the days that I was really “into” songwriting.
I love a well written song. One of my favorites is by Ray LaMontagne: “All the Wild Horses.” It’s a tune to listen to with eyes closed, meditating on the lyrics. I found a nice video put together and shared by Sandy Elmore, the woman behind the blog, Wild in the Pryors. She captured some beautiful images of the wild horses up on Pryor Pountain in Montana. The video looks great, and I’m glad it includes Ray’s song.
The lyrics mostly go like this:
“All the wild horses–
all the wild horses, tethered with tears in their eyes–
May no man’s touch ever tame you.
May no man’s reigns ever chain you,
and may no man’s weight
every lay freight your soul.
And as for the clouds,
just let them roll.
Roll away, roll away.”
May your dark clouds roll away and our shared Year of the Horse 2014 be blessed with freedom in Christ.
Well, Sam keeps putting me on the list to serve in the Chinese service at Highland, so I’m forced to stretch.
I’m pretty excited about this Sunday’s service. I’m supposed to read Philippians 2:1-5 and pray. Though I always feel inadequate for this kind of ministry, I’m thankful for the opportunity.
Often I use a Bible that has English, 汉字，and pīnyīn（transliteration of the sounds of Chinese characters), which Beng Chuan Tan gave to me, but this time, because the Powerpoint has the scripture in a different Chinese translation, the reading comes from notes.
I copy/pasted their preferred Chinese translation into Microsoft Word, and thankfully, I know at least half of the characters, so I’m just adding pīnyīn and definitions to the words I’m still learning.
Mostly because I love this chapter of Philippians and am in sharing kind of mood, I want to share what I’m using to read tomorrow. This aims not to glorify me but rather to encourage others struggling to learn a language, especially missionaries. If these notes reveal anything of myself it is my weakness, not strength. Also, the name of this blog comes from the eighth verse in the same chapter of Philippians.