Thoughts on salvation and missions

On Saturday I went to the Newsboy concert here in town. It was a pretty sweet deal - a real nostalgia trip for me. Michael Tait (of DC Talk fame) is their lead singer now, so they sang a nice blend of old DC Talk stuff and Newsboys stuff.

Just before Newsboys went on, a fellow representing a mission organization came out and spoke to the crowd. During his short sermon, he pressed hard the idea that God is pleased by what we do - go and feed the poor, and we will be judged kindly. He hammered the Matthew 25 passage, which is one that I am particularly fond of myself. However, the angle with which he approached the topic (to say nothing of the mission he was pushing itself, more on that later) worried me.

It reminded me very much of the old tent-revival hell-pushers of the past century. Before, the message was personal salvation: 'Repent, or you'll burn in Hell! God is an ANGRY God, and He is ANGRY at your sins!'

Now, the message I heard is all too similar: 'Go feed the Poor, or you'll burn in Hell! God is an ANGRY God, and He is ANGRY at the injustice you support!'

I don't like the angry-God approach. I do not find it Biblical, necessary, or even helpful. Should we be feeding the poor because we're afraid God will smite us if we don't? Or should we be saying, 'what is the heart of Christ? How did He live? What did He do?' This is a much more complex question than WWJD. To answer this question we must be willing to tackle huge issues, including systemic corruption, systematic abuse of the world's resources, and a prevailing flood of apathy mixed with guilt from the First World... which brings me to my next point.

This man boasted about the huge number of houses his organization had built in Mexico over the past year. I believe the number was somewhere around 1,500 houses, built by 25,000 volunteers, but I could be off on that. Needless to say, it was a large number. This man was obviously proud of how much they had 'helped the poor', although much more needed to be done.

All I could think to myself was 'what about the carpenters?' How did the local economy fair after the houses were built? did the people in the houses have jobs, or even skills? Wouldn't it have been more helpful to send 100 trained professionals down, and have them train the local population how to build their own houses, thereby supplying them with both shelter and profession?

Africa's textile industry has collapsed in the past ten years because of the massive glut of second-hand First-world clothing that is hauled over there in containers every year. Gives you something to think about.

So, what is the answer? I don't have anything specific, but I do have ideas.

First, we should never guilt anyone into anything. Having mercy is a much different thing than feeling guilty. Guilt paralyzes and condemns. Mercy reaches out and lifts up. Yes, we should feel upset about the abuse and affluence of the First World. Yes, we should want to go. But holding Hellfire over my head is not going to make me want to follow you. In fact, it may make me want to do the opposite.

Second, is not the attitude that we must go help in order to save ourselves from Hell, as McLaren puts it, the ultimate ego trip? Am I truly helping because I believe that the poor are worth something, are precious, and deserve love, or am I helping because I don't want to go to Hell? What about the Hell they are already living in? Shouldn't that be a motivator?

Third, if we are going to engage in Mission, we must be willing to do the hard work of examing the organization we are going with, and examining the culture we are going in to. We must work with the local population to make sure that any help given is sustainable and neccessary. Just doing something because we feel bad that the poor mexicans don't have houses is not good enough.

Well, there are my thoughts. Off to homework..

Interactions

Well, it's 'personal post' day! Just as a reminder, I'll be posting on a different blog every other day - this is my personal thoughts about life and faith and junk, while jordanshawphotography.com is more work and photography related. That one was last updated Thursday, and will be updated next on Monday. This one will be updated next on Wednesday, and so on.

The past week has been all about interactions and reactions. I will start at the beginning.

Yesterday I went for lunch with an old friend of mine, whom I hadn't seen in quite some time. Hanging out with her and telling her about my past couple months reminded me why I love life so much. I realized yesterday afternoon that I had forgotten to really enjoy life for the last couple months. Yes, I had fun, and laughed with friends, and screamed on roller coasters, and maybe even shed a tear here or there - but I really felt... muted. Like I was just plowing through, just getting by.

Yesterday I realized that I had woken up, and how good it felt. It felt good to truly care again, to truly laugh.

Now, I'm overwhelmed still. Lots to do, no time to do it in. But the stress I've been feeling in the past has melted.. Not gone, but definitely softened.

Today I spent most of the day in the library studying a theology of the City for a paper due Monday. And for the first time in some time, I actually enjoyed it. I remembered why I'm here, and why I love it so much. What God reveals about Himself in a simple little story from thousands of years ago is incredible.

This afternoon I met with a couple who are going to be married soon, and to see the love in their eyes was inspiring, and I remembered why I enjoy being with and learning from other people.

Tonight, I watched Lars and The Real Girl, and I realized how important each of our interactions are.

And just now I got home from a walk with another friend, who helped me to realize how important honesty and friendship really are.

I feel good. I feel alive. Tomorrow may be another story, but tonight I'm cherishing it.

Goodnight.

Parable of the Talents: A 'new' interpretation

Well, I don't know if this interpretation is actually new or not, but I've never heard it before. I'm not claiming anything original, but this interpretation made this parable finally make sense to me. Feel free to disagree and point out where my theology errs.

This afternoon in Chapel we had a speaker talk on the Parable of the Talents, as found in Matthew 25:14-30. For those unfamiliar with the passage, here is a Cliff's Notes version:

Jesus is nearing the end of his journeys on Earth, and is talking to His disciples about the end times and the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven. Immidiately prior to this parable is the parable of the ten virgins, five who were prepared for the coming of the Master, and five who weren't. Immidiately following the parable I'll be speaking about is the parable of the sheep and the goats, where the Shepherd seperates those who fed Him, clothed Him, visited Him, and healed Him, from those that didn't. Both sides say the same thing: 'When, Lord? When did we do these things?' He answers that 'Truly I say to you, as you did it to the least of these my brothers, you did it to me'.

Alright, now that we have the context, let's look at this parable. Here, the Master leaves his servants in charge of various amounts of 'talents' while He is away on a long journey. To one servant he gives 5 talents, to another 2 talents, and to another 1. Once he leaves, the first and second servants invest their talents, and by the time the Master has returned, they have doubled his money. The Master says to them, 'well done, god and faithful servant'.

The third servant, however, says this to the Master: 'Master, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you gathered no seed. So I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.'

The Master replies: 'You wicked and slothful servant! You knew that I reap where I have not sown and gather where I scattered no seed? Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and at my coming I would have received what was my own with interest. So take the talent from him and give it to him who has ten talents. For to everyone who has will more more be given, and he will have an abundance. But from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away. And cast the worthless servant into the outer darkness. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.'

There are two very common interpretations of this passage. First, the talents are interpreted literally, as money or resources. A talent in this context is a unit of weight measurement for silver. The speaker on Thursday said that one talent was worth roughly 20,000 dollars - in my ESV Bible the footnote says one talent was worth 20 years' labour for a bondservant. Essentially what he was giving was an enormous amount of resources. The literal interpretation goes something like this: We have been given wealth by God, and it is our job to invest it wisely and use it for Godly purposes. While this may be one interpretation, it seems to be a little weak to me. For one thing, it does not give any reason why the Master (God) should be described as a hard man.

The second interpretation is that the talents in the parable are, well, talents. Skills, things we're good at, passions - using talented people for God's work. Squandering your talent, or not investing yourself wisely in the Kingdom, will lead to what talents you have getting taken away. This is the track that the speaker Thursday took, and personally I think there are some huge problems with it.

1. Talent in this context would not have meant to the original audience what the word talent means to us now. It would have meant a weight measurement of money, not a skill set. In all honesty, a different word should probably be used in the translation here, because the word talent doesn't mean to us what it meant to them.

2. This interpretation still doesn't explain adequately the Master being a 'hard' man. The speaker I heard interpreted it to mean that the servant thought the man was hard, but that doesn't explain all the stuff about harvesting what he didn't sow, etc.

I propose that there is a third interpretation, and I open it with this:

What is the currency of the Kingdom of Heaven?

What if this parable isn't about talents at all, in the same way that the ten virgins parable isn't actually about virgins, and the farmer sowing the seed parable isn't actually about seeds?

What if the talents are Love?

Now, love does not adequately describe what I'm getting at here, but hopefully it will suffice. There used to be a term called Christian Charity, but that is confusing language in today's culture, where we equate charity with simply giving things away. What I am talking about is Love that comes from the Spirit, Love that pours from God and spills from you to those around you. Love that gives you 'Christ Eyes' for those around you who are hurting or weak or naked.

Now, everyone responds to the love of Christ differently, and everyone expresses that love differently. Notice in v. 15 where it says that the Master 'gave each according to His ability'. Some people have a HUGE capacity for loving others. They seem to go, and go, and go, and never get bogged down in the weariness or discouragement of the world. Others are a little more reserved, quieter, and more careful with how they approach God and others. This does not make them worse (I believe I am one who would be given two talents as opposed to 5), because you can see in v. 21 and 23, both those with two talents and five get exactly the same reward. They were responsible with the Love they were given, and spread it and multiplied it in any way they could.

The third servant was given one talent. Again, this is a HUGE amount of money, taken literally. It is not 'just' one talent. He was given according to his ability. Perhaps this individual was a little more introverted, or a little more wary around people. Maybe he had been burned sharing love in the past, and his capacity for love was less. Again, this did not make him a bad person - the Master trusted him with more than he could produce himself in a lifetime. I see this as the Master saying 'here, I know you've been hurt. I know you aren't comfortable with this. Take what I give you, and use it wisely.' Anyone who has handled money before knows that with more money comes more responsibility and more complications... I think that same principle can be applied here. The Master was showing grace on the third servant, not looking down on him.

And so we come to the second part of the story. The first two invested the Love of God in any way possible, and reaped huge benefits through those risky ventures. Loving is always a risk - especially when loving on Christ's terms.

The third servant, however, saw the Master as a 'hard man', and rather than risking, rather than trying, he buried the love as deep as he could. He kept it contained, locked up, only for him and him alone. 'It will suffice,' he perhaps thought, 'to give back to God what he gave me. That's good enough, isn't it? I don't feel safe risking that love on those who might throw it away. What if I wind up with less? What if I get burned out? What if I screw up?'

But you see, this guy didn't get it, just as those who are identified with the goats in the next parable didn't get it. In the upside-down economy of the Kingdom, the only way to gain is to give it away. Love not shared, not spread, not given, ceases to be love at all. It becomes something else, like religious zeal, or pride or even envy. Love not shared becomes poisoned and worthless. Is it any wonder the Master was displeased? 'You didn't get it... I thought you understood! I gave it to you, so that you could do likewise, but instead you hardened your heart and buried it. This isn't love, because you still don't understand what love is.'

What about the Master being a hard man? Well, I believe Christ is hard. What he asks us to do with what He has given us is, to be blunt, stupid. We are to show the Love of the Kingdom to the broken, to the weak, to the naked, to those the world sees as worthless. It simply doesn't make sense. Also, if you don't understand what is going on, it seems that Christ is reaping where he didn't sow, and gathering what he did not scatter. How can love be found in the eyes of a drug addict? Christ can't possibly be there, can he? How can a Muslim or a Hindu find connections between his or her faith and Christianity, in such a way that he or she is drawn to Christ? Christ didn't plant those seeds, did He? What right does He have in harvesting them anyway? What right do we have calling people away from their own fields and into the fields of Christ? From the viewpoint of the third servant, it simply doesn't make sense.

But even there, Christ is compassionate. in V. 27, I read 'Look, I get it that you don't understand. I know you were afraid. But the least you could have done was give it to someone who could have used it! You could have at least invested into a charity or an organization, at least sponsored a child! It wouldn't have been ideal - I would have preferred you go to be with the poor yourself - but it would have been something.'

How are we showing the love of Christ today? How am I showing the love of Christ today? Am I burying it, and hoarding it for myself, afraid to share it with those I see as unlovable? Or am I taking this love of Christ I have been given, and spreading it as far and wide as I possibly can? Am I sharing with the Least Of These? Am I looking the homeless man in the eye? Am I truly loving, in word, action, and spirit?

When we Love, more love will be given. But if we shut up that love and bury it, even that love we have will be revealed to not be love at all.

Well, there it is. I know, it's long. But I think it's important. Let me know what you think.

what to do...

So I have this desire to start blogging again. I'm moving to East Hastings in a little over a month, and I want to get back into the practice of keeping a regular blog.

Now here is the question: Do I start this one up again, a little hole-in-the-wall Blogger.com blog, or do I go full-out on my jordanshawphotography blog?

decisions, decisions.

Life.

I haven't kept a journal in a long, long time. I guess it's time to start again.

Life is amazing right now. I feel great about myself, I'm exactly where I should be, and I think God is preparing and shaping me in ways I'm only beginning to understand. This last week has been moving and emotional, but powerful and exciting as well.

Tomorrow is Students on Service day, our first real event with the MLC. I hoping for nice weather, but we'll see..... And then Sunday is a quick trip into Vancouver for (hopefully) some cool and cheap clothes... and then back at the books on Monday.

It's hard to believe it's mid-semester already. I'm a little scared at how quickly time is sleeping away from me.. I've got to enjoy and soak up this time while I can.

back at it.

I'm back in Abbotsford, after an extended jaunt prawn fishing and living in Ucluelet. Wow, is it good to be back.

I'm living with Adam Roper and Steve Kim in an apartment right beside the school, which is handy. It will be an interesting year - we're all three very distinct personalities, and I'm excited to see how we mesh.

What else is new? I am the proud owner of a moped - an '83 Honda Passport. I'm taking 16 credits, and chairing the missions committee, and working (hopefully). I have a new camera coming, thanks to a very fortunate insurance claim. And I am excited for the year in which I turn a quarter-century.

What I have to do now: Get my 'L' bike license, find a helmet, and buy a gasket set for my scooter. All in a day's work...

Finally off the boat

I've spent my last night on the Polara, and today i'm in transit to Victoria. Public transit always takes far longer than I think it should, but such is life. In roughly two hours I'll be on the ferry, and in 4 hours I will hopefully be drinking a Canada day beer in downtown Victoria, before watching some fireworks.


I could have hung around the boat for another day and driven home myself, but I needed to go. The quicker i'm done with the boat the better, and today was a good day to make a break for it.

Changing stages is always interesting. I actually enjoy the feeling of culture shock... There is something invigorating about it. It forces you to realize that there is a whole world going on out there, interacting, communicating, loving, crying. What an exciting planet to be a part of. So many stories to see, share, and be a part of.
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More running

Off of nanaimo now... Still another 5 hours to go or so, but our odyssey is almost at an end. I'm looking forward to... Well, everything, really. Mostly people though. I really miss people. Weird. I can't wait to be simply sitting with friends and maybe drinking a beer and just being together. Friends are important. Community is important.

See you all soon.
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Back

Well, we're back off the coast of Vancouver island, finally. Still two more days of running before we get to steveston, but it's beginning to feel More and more like home.

I might go and do some visiting next weekend; nanaimo, qwanoes, and Victoria, if all goes as planned. We'll see how it pans out though. It'll just be good to be back on solid ground again.
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Last delivery

Well, I've got three days of fishing left before I head to Vancouver.

It's going to be great to be done, but at the same time i'm unsure about what i'm doing when I finish. I could go home, but without a vehicle it would be a very long couple months, I think. I could go back to Abbotsford and look for work... I could even go to Victoria and look for work there I suppose.

I'm sure something will work out. If anyone has any suggestions, let me know... And if anyone has a car they want to give me, let me know that as well ;)

See some of you soon, and others in September! I hope everyone is having a good spring/summer, and that god is using you wherever you are to bless those around you.
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10 more days

And then what? Two months with no definition, no form. I never thought of myself as one who needs a plan in order to function well, but maybe I am. I just wish I knew what I was doing, and why. Well, long term I do... It's just these next two months that are really undefined. Anyone on the island have a vehicle they want to loan me? Or how about a job?

Life rolls on... It always does. God is, and will, and has been taking care of me. There is more to come in this story.
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Still alive

Well, I've finished three fishing trips now, and we've got one more to go, and then I am done! So far its been pretty good money, but long.... Building character, I suppose. I'll be done around the end of June, and then on to something else... What, i'm not quite sure yet.
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April 28

April 28, 2008
7:32 PM

Today we pulled up the test traps, with some success, and continued running north. Unfortunately, we wound up having to turn around about four or five hours out, because Tony's motor died - apparantly some repairs that were done recently fouled up, and his fuel injector blew. So we wound up wasting a couple hours turning around to get him, tieing his boat behind ours, and taking off again. We might run all night tonight - don't really know. But we're getting closer and closer to the grounds we hope to fish, in the long, narrow inlets and fjords surrounding Bella Coola.

Laura is extremely neorotic, to the point of mild OCD. It can get extremly wearisome, but I'm pretty good at putting my head down and letting it roll off my back. I'm also new, which excuses me to ask questions, and to not be offended when she tells me how to do something for the millionth time. Ollie, on the other hand, gets pretty frustrated with her. He's been fishing with her for four years, and could probably run the boat himself without any major problems. But Laura still treats him (and everyone else) as if they don't comprehend what she does, even though we've already thought about it (and sometimes done it) before she's even asked. The problem with this is if it already has been done, She'll make us go and check or do it again, even if it was perfectly fine the first time.

Anyhow, I'm pretty good about not getting bugged by this. If her and Ollie start yelling, I just put my nose in my book, or back to whatever task I'm doing, and wait it out... I think it'll be better once we start actually fishing. And regardless, It's only a couple months, and they're both good people. Tony, Laura's husband, is one of the most patient men I have ever met - Laura gives him all kinds of crap, and he just stays quiet and lets it blow over. Which, with Laura, is all you can really do.

Two more days til the opening - tomorrow will be spent running and test-fishing, and then Wednesday we build the gear and get ready to do the first set. Then we set on Thursday, and wait and see what we get. Hopefully we hit good spots right off the bat, and then we just hit groundhog day - same thing, every day, for two weeks, when we unload. And then we go and do it again. And again. And again. And then we go home.

I'm looking forward to actually fishing - I practiced boxing with some of the prawns we caught for the test fishery, and I'm starting to get the feel for it. I think I'll pick it up quicker than I first expected. Not having to box the mediums helps too - they're all getting tailed and frozen, which is a pain, but makes the boxing go faster, as there will only be Larges and X-Larges, and the occasional box of Jumbo, to sort through.

Whatever. Money is money, and this ain't a bad way to earn a living. I'll definitly be glad to be back on the island once I'm done though.
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April 27

6:52 AM

We've decided to start running north, in the company of Tony's little sporty and a bigger sports boat. I get the feeling the Laura doesn't have many friends in the fishing industry - she is a bit of a neurotic person, with somthing of a persecution complex. I imagine that these traits have not allowed her to make many friends - she is too worried about others competing for her piece of the pie. Not unusual among fishermen, and to be a woman in an industry dominated by males must not be easy.

The weather looks ugly out there. Brooding grey skies and turbulent water. We're still on the inside, so no real seas yet, but from the looks of things they are coming. And on a little aluminum boat like this, it doesn't take very big seas to make the ride uncomfortable.

10:18 PM

We're tied up in a little ancient BC Packers plant somewhere up the coast. Haven't had cell reception all day, and probably won't have it again until we're done. I'm going through a bit of a withdrawl, but nothing bad so far.

Good evening - I got the chance to take some pictures, and I enjoyed poking around the old plant. By tomorrow night we should be near the fishing grounds... On with the adventure.
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Accident?

I just heard about the stage collapse? At the starfield concert.. Was anyone I know there? Send me an email and let me know everyone is all right... Jordan.w.Shaw@gmail.com
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Bella coola

I have cell signal! Ill be checking my email once every couple weeks, so send me an email and let me know how your summer is going... Help keep me sane!
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Quotes from the shack

A couple choice quotes from The Shack which hit home for me:

"When you chose independence over relationship, you became a danger to each other. Others became objects to be manipulated or managed for your own happiness. Authority, as you usually think of it, is merely an excuse the strong use to make others conform to what they want." - Sarayu, in The Shack

"Mackenzie, you really don't understand yet. You try to make sense of the world in which you live based on a very small and incomplete version of reality. It is like looking at a parade through the tiny knothole of hurt, pain, self-centeredness, and power, and believing you are on your own and insignificant. All of those are powerful lies... [you see] God as the ultimate betrayer, or perhaps at least fundamentally untrustworthy. You dictate the terms and judge my actions and find me guilty. The real underlying flaw is that you don't think I am good. If you knew I was good, and that everything-the means, the ends, and all the processes of individual lives-is all covered by my goodness, then while you might not always understand what I am doing, you would trust me. But you don't.

You cannot produce trust just like you cannot 'do' humility. It either is, or is not. Trust is the fruit of a relationship in which you know you are loved. Because you do not know that I love you, you cannot trust me.

You can't [change that], not alone. But together we will watch that change take place. For now I just want you to be with me and discover that our relationship is not about performance or you having to please me. I'm not a bully, not some self-centered demanding little deity insisting on my own way. I am good, and I desire only what is best for you. You cannot find that through guilt or condemnation or coercion, only through a relationship of love. And I do love you. - Papa, in The Shack

When I dwell with you, I do so in the present - I live in the present. Not the past, although much can be remembered and learned by looking back, but only for a visit, not an extended stay. And for sure, I do not dwell in the future you visualize or imagine. do you realize that your imagination of the future, which is almost always dictated by fear of some kind, rarely, if ever, pictures me there with you? [Why, you ask?] It is your desperate attempt to get some control over something you can't. It is impossible for you to take power over the future because it isn't even real, nor will it ever be real. You try and play God, imagining the evil that you fear becoming reality, and then you try and make plans and contingencies to avoid what you fear.

[This is] because you don't believe. You don't know that we love you. The person who lives by their fears will not find freedom in my love. I am not talking about rational fears regarding legitimate dangers, but imagined fears, and especially the projection of those into the future. To the degree that those fears have a place in your life, you neither believe I am good nor know deep in your heart that I love you. You sing about it; you talk about it, but you don't know it. - Jesus, in The Shack
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April 26

April 26, 2008
Well, I'm sitting in Cambpell River on the morning of the second day of my fishing adventure. Laura and Ollie are both characters in their own way - Laura is at this moment telling me some story - I don't really know what about, I lost track a while ago. Ollie is a cool guy, and I'm learning to take my cues from him - let Laura talk, and then do what needs to be done. Good times.

I'm slowly adjusting to boat life again - And if you have to be on a boat, this one is pretty comfy. Huge cabin, and comfy, super-wide bunks. I sleep on the floor of the cab with a sleeping mat, and it's pretty awesome to actually be able to roll over when sleeping on a boat. Not used to that.

I'm in the middle of reading The Shack right now. It's not bad. He's not the best writer I've ever read, but he makes some very complex theology approachable, and has some very neat ideas about who God is and why He needs the community of the Trinity, something I had never thought about before... which is awesome, because I'm finding it sometimes hard to find theological issues that I haven't wrestled with at least a little bit. When I find something, it keeps me humble. I never want to stop learning.

EDIT 6:13 PM: Finished the book tonight, and it blew me away. Still, not incredible prose, but he says what he needs to get the job done. Some of the ways he phrases his thoughts moved me almost to tears. I found nothing I disagreed with severely, although several of his ideas or definitly unorthodox. I didn't find all that much that was new ideas to me either. But what I found was a beautiful book which captured some of the complexities of God in a way that makes sense, and in a way that hits home big time. He takes a couple stabs at calvinism, which I appreciated, but also at the idea of complete and total free will apart from God. As Dylan says, you gotta serve somebody.

We're in Port McNeil now, where we're getting fuel and preparing for the next leg up the coast to the Bella Bella / Bella Coola area. No cell-phone reception up there, probably... which means being cut off entirely from the outside world. Hopefully that's a good thing.

PS: I can't respond or read comments on this blog, as I'm blogging from my Blackberry - If you want to talk about my thoughts, send me an email at jordan.w.shaw@gmail.com and I'll get back to you if I have cell reception.
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The shack

If you read one book this summer, read The Shack, by William young. It will impact your life.
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Running

Running a boat up-island is somehow different than flying, although the principle is the same: forced relaxation. There Isn't much to do besides read, think, and type lame Blog posts on my blackberry before I run out of cell signal.

Sometimes too much thinking is just as bad as not enough. And I just can't stop thinking, and it is driving me mad.

I think I need to do some reading.


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