Dear Doug Wilson,
Please stop being so prolific. You posted this video on Dec 24th 2010 and I only watched it just now.
What do you think?
it's a good thing I like to dance
Take a look at this video. It contains clips from an Oprah Winfrey show, several game shows, and numerous religious gatherings.
Aside from the video quality it’s difficult to tell which ones are from where. Andrew Peterson‘s song “Invisible God” plays over top of the clips. It makes for an interesting juxtaposition.
There are a lot of scenes of worship here. Lots of people worshiping, and numerous things and people being worshiped.
What do you think?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ftd1EOgOFhs
“As for me, I don’t really know what spirituality means, but I know if you’re weeping over a sweater, you don’t either.” – Bill Maher
It looks like there’s a new player in town when it comes to creative video productions.
I’ve already shown you the excellent “A Social Network Christmas“… now, here’s one that we’ll be showing in our Christmas morning services called “The Paradox of Christmas”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kH7VLXOryCk
You can purchase this video at the Igniter Media site here.
My latest “Worship Matters” column in Christian Week:
That Christmas is a season of Christian worship probably isn’t news to you. For all its materialism, uninhibited spending and consumer debt, there is still some residual knowledge of the fact that the reason we have Christmas is Jesus Christ.
Some retailers, advertisers and other secular institutions are waging war on the word “Christmas” itself, hoping to rid the season of its Christian roots, thereby making it more palatable for our multicultural society and more profitable for retailers.
Some Christians are a little ticked off about this—but not so ticked off, it seems, that they take time out of their participation in materialism, uninhibited spending and consumer debt to do much about it. Maybe next year.
This year, I need to get to Wal-Mart by 4 a.m. to get that piece of plastic little Jimmy so desperately wants.
In other words, the reason for the season was lost long before these “secularists” waged war on the season’s name.
You may also know that this soon-to-be-secularized holiday has pagan roots anyway.
The response from everyone except the most ardent neo-Puritan is, “Yeah, so what? It doesn’t mean that anymore”—so we carry on with the celebration.
But this got me to thinking about that despised and recently past day of celebration that is Halloween. What does Halloween mean anymore? If it really is a night about worshiping Satan, I have to say—Satanists are failing as badly at making it a significant day of worship as Christians are failing at Christmas.
Secularize Christmas? Christianize Halloween!
So if Christmas is on its way to being secularized, why not try to Christianize Halloween? Who’s to say it can’t become a day of Christian worship in the future? It seems like there may be a trade-off in the works.
As with many other customs and holidays, we allow the world to dictate to us what they’re about. Usually, we acquiesce to the culture around us and by all definitions of worship, we worship. We worship created things rather than their creator. This goes for Halloween as well as Christmas.
The world says Halloween is a night to glorify evil; I choose to use it as a night to build relationships with my neighbours. The world says Christmas is an opportunity—or more like an obligation—to wallow in the trough of materialism; I choose to use it as an opportunity to glorify the Saviour of the world by acknowledging His birth, His life, His ultimate sacrifice and His returning to life as the “firstborn from the dead” as Paul calls Him in Colossians 1:18.
Of course an effort to re-Christianize Christmas would also be worthwhile. To do this we’ll need to rid it of the overwhelmingly glossy cuteness it has come to embody—Rockwellian scenes of bliss, doe-eyed Precious Moments© angels singing sweetly in the sky and all that. The commercialization of Christmas is a tragedy; our continued, overzealous participation in it is too.
An Undomesticated Christmas
And to disinfect and domesticate the event is a disservice. We can’t understand the scandal of Jesus birth, life, death and resurrection unless we see it in its historical context. That context was a far cry from the cutesy, glowing, serene scenes we’re often presented with. Mary’s labour was difficult; Jesus’ cries were that of a newborn infant; Joseph had real concerns about his reputation; Herod massacred many children in search of this one. And so on.
Neither of these celebrations may have Christian origins, but as far as it’s up to my family and me, they’ll both have a Christian future. My thinking is: we Christianized one pagan event, why not another? Why can’t we mount a subversion campaign that yields the eventual result of Christianizing Halloween? Maybe in 20 years it will be known as “Firstborn of the Dead Day” and churches can celebrate it as a second Easter.
“One person considers one day more sacred than another; another considers every day alike. Each of them should be fully convinced in their own mind. Whoever regards one day as special does so to the Lord” (Rom. 14:5-6).
The point is this: let’s avoid judging days based on what other people choose to do on them. Otherwise we might eventually end up rejecting a certain day of each week when the dominant form of worship involves TV, football and beer. Every day can be a day to worship and worship brings transformation—transformation of self, of our neighbourhoods and our world.
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And so ends my run of “Worship Matters” columns in Christian Week. The column has been renamed “Church Matters” and will take a wider look at church life.
Russell Moore is an enigma to me. How this suit-and-tie southern Baptist pastor gets away with writing the way he does is a mystery to me, but I like it and I wish he wrote more often. Here are some highlights from a post called “Christlessness Is Peace“:
There are two very different kinds of peace pictured in Scripture, and in order to get to the one you’ve got to disturb the other. Jesus speaks of himself as one who brings peace (Jn. 14:27), just as the old prophecies and the announcing angels promised of him. But then he turns around and says, “Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have come not to bring peace, but a sword” (Matt. 10:34).
***As a matter of fact, the Christmas narrative just keeps disturbing everybody’s peace. Joseph gives up his reputation and his economic security to marry a pregnant girl and adopt her child. This birth signals the beginning of a sword that will cut through Israel, starting with the heart of Mary herself (Lk. 2:34-35).
The sound of Christmas, in the biblical text, isn’t the sound of sleigh-bells jingling, but the clanging swords and strangled babies and demon screams. It’s awful.
But in the midst of all that horror, there’s peace. This peace isn’t tranquility and stillness, but the dynamism of the shalom of God’s new creation. It is not merely the perfunctory “good will to men” but peace between the ruler of the universe and those “with whom he is pleased” (Lk. 2:14).
In the gospel, that peaces comes only through war. This isn’t violence, the way we think of it, flesh and blood against flesh and blood. It is the Spirit of Jesus marching as to war against the principalities and powers in the heavenly places (Eph. 6:12). It is the blood of Christ silencing the accusations of the ancient dragon (Rev. 12:10-11).
Read the whole thing here.
This had the potential to be cheesy but it’s actually quite well done. This short film imagines how the news of Mary’s pregnancy and Christ’s birth might have spread in the age of Facebook. Take a look:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sghwe4TYY18
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I love this Andrew Peterson song sung by Jill Phillips, from the album Behold the Lamb of God, with scenes from the movie, The Nativity Story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KY6Hov0wSc
LYRICS:
It was not a silent night
There was blood on the ground
You could hear a woman cry
In the alleyways that night
On the streets of David’s town
And the stable was not clean
And the cobblestones were cold
And little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
Had no mother’s hand to hold
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
Noble Joseph at her side
Callused hands and weary eyes
There were no midwives to be found
In the streets of David’s town
In the middle of the night
So he held her and he prayed
Shafts of moonlight on his face
But the baby in her womb
He was the maker of the moon
He was the Author of the faith
That could make the mountains move
It was a labor of pain
It was a cold sky above
But for the girl on the ground in the dark
With every beat of her beautiful heart
It was a labor of love
For little Mary full of grace
With the tears upon her face
It was a labor of love