The similar phrase 'Worldly Christianity' is one used by Bonhoeffer. It's J Gresham Machen that I want to line up most closely with. See his Christianity and culture here. Having done commentaries on Proverbs (Heavenly Wisdom) and Song of Songs (Heavenly Love), a matching title for Ecclesiastes would be Heavenly Worldliness. For my stance on worldliness, see 3 posts here.

Amazing Anne Atkins

I caught Thought for the Day this morning on BBC Radio 4. What a blessing that woman Anne Atkins is. We should be thankful that someone talks sense on that thing. I have pasted this straight from here. Check here for more examples.

Thought for the Day, 12 April 2007
Anne Atkins
It is a heartbreaking ruling. Natallie Evans can never now have a baby. Her children already exist, in embryo, but she cannot give birth to them without their father's consent, and has exhausted all legal appeal. Her progeny must be destroyed and her body can make no more. This raises numerous questions, the most obvious of which is what skin off his nose would it be for her ex, Howard Johnson, to be generous and relinquish his claims. The lawyers may not be able to give her her children, but he could; and he wouldn't need to lift a finger. Or indeed anything else. But this is a conundrum the rest of us can't solve. Our responsibility is to address other issues. Such as why we give a father no right whatsoever to protect the life of his unborn child (from abortion) but every right to end it (in vitro). Or why we demand more consent than Nature herself: he gave consent enough when the eggs were fertilised, which is all that is traditionally granted a man. Perhaps we should go further back. Something is seriously askew. Lone parenthood is up by three times, in as many decades. Both reformers and conservatives bemoan this. As Polly Toynbee said on this programme yesterday, Almost everybody thinks that the best possible thing is to have two loving parents. While her opponent, David Green, explained, If you take more or less any measure - turning to crime, how well children do in school, whether they commit suicide et cetera - it's better to have two parents. We have more evidence than ever before that children need both mother and father. We also know they're far better off, generally speaking, if those parents are married (for one thing, they're over five times more likely to stay together). And yet marriage has never been less fashionable, nor so many born outside it. Throughout history children have been treated as possessions not people, and this is as true today as ever. The government has just passed a bill which it knows will risk the closure of those adoption agencies that serve the most vulnerable children. Why? To make a political point. However worthy it may be to promote adults' equal rights, it is surely not worth paying for them with children's unequal needs. In May, that same government will propose dropping the requirement to meet the child's need for a father in the provision of IVF. Again, why? To give single women their right to have children too. Let us dream, for a moment, of a world where children were not a right but a privilege; where governments protected the vulnerable not the vote; where we dared insist, before offering aided conception, on the commitment of two parents, both to the child and to each other. We could even give that commitment legal status. And call it - what? - 'marriage'?
(copyright 2007 BBC
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Short Poem 01

After Amelia Curran, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

I'm ambivalent about poetry. I've bought 10 books in the last five years, mostly anthologies. Rather than inflict my own efforts on you I thought I might start a series drawing on ones already out there on the worldwide web.
We start with a famous sonnet, often anthologised, by the romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) first published in 1818 and probably his most famous short poem. Wikipedia has a nice article here. 'In addition to the power of its themes and imagery,' it says 'the poem is notable for its virtuoso diction. The rhyme scheme of the sonnet is unusual and creates a sinuous and interwoven effect (ABABACDCEDEFEF).' It was apparently written for a competition. the loser is also printed in the article.

OZYMANDIAS
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

The joy of reading



One of the joys of the cruise for me was sitting in the Captain's Club or the Library reading or writing up my journal (especially when no-one else was there). I took Paul Johnson on Napoleon, Tom Barnes on Glorification, the Boris Starling novel Messiah and my Bible. Every cabin had a Gideon bible (the one concession to anything like that). On the last day I left my little pile of books in the Library while we went into town. When I returned the Bible was gone. I don't know if someone who really needed one had it or if someone rather malicious threw it overboard. I'd not written anything in it. It's the second book down in the little pile in front of me, under my journal. Next to me you can see my trusty i-pod. Many of the books that appear to be behind me on the shelf are just a facade.

Strickly forbidden



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Bio 7i David Brainerd

Observations and lessons
In the final part of this biogrpahy I simply want to make some observations and draw some lessons arising out of what we have learned about Brainerd.
1. Extraordinary. I think we have to begin by saying that by any measure this was an extraordinary life. Brainerd is one of the great heroes of the faith yet even among these he stands out for his incredible zeal and prayerfulness. It is not simply that he is from another age. Even among his contemporaries it is clear that there was some rare about Brainerd. It is unusual to have such a full record of a man's prayer life. It reveals to us a man who was besotted with god who sought practically every day of his life only one thing – to glorify God.
2. The cross of Christ central in his preaching. Thornbury makes this point. He quotes this passage by Brainerd on his preaching. It begins 'And I have oftentimes remarked with admiration, that whatever subject I have been treating upon, after having spent time sufficient to explain and illustrate the truths contained therein, I have been naturally and easily led to CHRIST as the substance of every subject.'
3. Truth is more effective when backed up by a life without moral blemish. This was so in Brainerd in eminent degree.
4. Prayer and fasting. One cannot help but be struck by the large place prayer had to play in Brainerd's life. It is a rebuke to our prayerlessness and our self-reliance. He often spent days in fasting and prayer. This is part of the secret of his greatness. He believed (05/04/44) that 'One hour of sweet retirement where God is, is better than the whole world.' Do you?
5. His zeal and devotion to the glory of God. This again stands out. Brainerd is an eminent example of truly outstanding zeal for God's glory. He wrote (18/07/45) 'Longed to spend the little inch of time I have in the world more for God.' Is that you longing to?
6. His ability to overcome depression and adversity. Like every man Brainerd had his faults and failures. A more inwardly volatile man it would be hard to imagine. Nevertheless so set on God;s glory was he that every set back served only to strengthen him in his service to God. Here is a typical passage and perhaps we can end with this as typical of his approach (22/11/44)


Came on my way from Rockciticus to Delaware river. Was very much disordered with a cold and pain in my head. About six at night I lost my way in the wilderness, and wandered over rocks and mountains, down hideous steeps, through swamps, and most dreadful and dangerous places; and the night being dark, so that few stars could be seen, I was greatly exposed. I was much pinched with cold, and distressed with an extreme pain in my head, attended with sickness at my stomach; so that every step I took was distressing to me. I had little hope for several hours together, but that I must lie out in the woods all night, in this distressed case. But about nine o’clock I found a house, through the abundant goodness of God, and was kindly entertained. Thus I have frequently been exposed, and sometimes lain out the whole night; but God has hitherto preserved me; and blessed be his name. Such fatigues and hardships as these serve to wean me more from the earth; and, I trust, will make heaven the sweeter.

Coincidence at the Pantheon

Last Tuesday found us at the Pantheon. A truly amazing building it really is worth seeing. This website gives you a good idea why. To add to the amazingness we bumped into an African American family who have recently begun attending the church and who also just happened to be near the Pantheon that day too. If I'd not read the fascinating book Beyond Coincidence by Plimmer and King (see here) I would have been utterly bowled over. Consequently I was only pretty amazed.

Bio 7h David Brainerd


5. A dying saint - Final months, death, what followed (Mar-Oct 1747)
He left Crossweeksung to travel further east. He visited his family and friends at Haddam on May 10. His sister Jerusha would be dead in just two months. On May 28 he arrived at Edwards' home. At this time he was much better and quite cheerful. For his remaining 19 weeks he was nursed by Edwards' daughter Jerusha. She devoted herself to him with great delight, looking on him as an eminent servant of Christ. They travelled to Boston together in search of a cure but there was to be none.
By June he was worse. He took his last ride and prayed with the family for the last time on August 11. A room on the ground floor was set aside for him the following week as he could not climb steps. He went to church for the last time September 2. Edwards described his last days – his feet swollen, in constant pain, many indignities and bodily struggles. On the morning of October 4, his last Lord’s day, Edwards wrote 'as my daughter Jerusha, who chiefly attended him, came into the room, he looked on her very pleasantly, and said, ‘Dear Jerusha, are you willing to part with me? - I am quite willing to part with you: I am willing to part with all my friends: though if I thought I should not see you and be happy with you in another world, I could not bear to part with you. But we shall spend a happy eternity together.' On the Wednesday he discussed his Indian work with his brother John, who succeeded him in it. On Friday, October 9, the appointed day arrived and he died. His last words were said to be 'He will come, and will not tarry. I shall soon be in glory; soon be with God and his angels." He was buried on the Monday, Edwards conducting the funeral. Four months later, grieving Jerusha, just 18 years old, took sick and in five days, on February 14, 1748, joined David in heaven. She was buried next to him.
Brainerd's gravestone reads A faithful and laborious missionary to the Stockbridge, Delaware and Susquehanna tribes of Indians.

Weekly Proverb 09

(We missed one last week but at least we'r nice adn early this time)
A man who wants no friends is seeking selfish ends; from all sound judgement he descends 18:1 An unfriendly man pursues selfish ends; he defies all sound judgement.
It is sometimes surprising where the rub of Scripture will expose a raw nerve. I must confess to feeling more convicted in the face of this verse than many other more obvious ones. There is some difficulty in translating the first part of it but the NIV is probably right.
Here is a character we have not really met in these pages before, although we may well have come across him in life or find the tendency in ourselves. He 'separates himself' or is 'unfriendly'. He 'seeks according to his desire' or 'pursues selfish ends'. When he states an opinion it is as likely that he does it to create attention as it is that he says it because he believes it. Selfishness drives him. Such a man 'meddles' (a rare word) 'with all wisdom' - he defies all sound judgement. We want to avoid such a person. He is the very opposite of the friend who sticks closer than a brother (24).
We must ask ourselves whether we are also unfriendly in some of our attitudes. How much of what we say and do is a matter merely of selfishness? I can remember childhood acts of unfriendliness that shame me now – telling a nosy little boy to go away (I still remember his sad face); acting unpleasantly towards boys who were rather better spoken than the rest of us; actually hurting a girl guilty of the same 'crime'. Unfriendliness is a sin to repent of.

CHBC@CHBC




We had our first day of Holiday Bible Club today. We had a decent turn out of around 30 kids all told
(lots of new faces as well Friday kids and our own church kids). The theme is 'How it all began' and today we looked at Genesis 1. We sang first, then there was the message followed by a quiz (using points trapped in balloons that had to be burst) and memory work (Gen 1:1). We then had some refreshments and did a craft based on the memory verse. There are also activity sheets for them to fill in and then they play games or work on the mural we are preparing. Finally, one of our deacons did the beginning of the story of John Newton. He mentioned that by the time he was 7 Newton knew some 500 Bible verses from his mother. I don't suppose any of us in that room knew that many or anything approaching it. These are different times but it was a reminder of what good can be done with children and what can be eventually be reaped. As my mother used to say - they're like sponges at that age.
We are well blessed with helpers. Besides myself and my assistant Ian and several others we have a little group of teenagers, some already baptised some not, willing to help. We all wear red T-shirts.

Cruise 03


Our first port of call was Ajaccio, which is on the western coast of Corsica. Now Corsica I knew about and that Napoleon was born there - actually in Ajaccio itself, and in the house above. (The plaque says Napoelon est ne dans cette maison Le XV Auoust M DCCLXIX - Naopoleon was born in this house 15 August 1769). Closed on Mondays it turns out ;-(. Anyway we had a nice look round and found a lovely sandy beach for the boys to play on. We also saw this statue of Napoleon and his four brothers. My nephew William very kindly acted as the horse. Technically my second son should be sat on him not my fifth. (Napoleon also had two or three sisters).
I had with me for the trip Paul Johnson's recent biography of Napoleon, which I have almost completed. I can recommend it for its brevity, detail, insight, grasp of the subject and unwillingness to believe in myths. We all ought to know at least this much about Napoleon. He truly was a phenomenon.
The other thing that fascinated us in Corse was being able to see snow on the mountains even while we were quite warm among the palm trees.

Fun with words

A question on University Challenge tonight drew attention to six letter words in which all the letters appear in alphabetical order. Eg

ABHORS
ABBESS
ACCENT
ACCEPT
ACCESS
ACCOST

For more see here. Also here you will find more fun word facts

Eg

Subbookkeeper is the only English word with four pairs of double letters in a row.
All of the continents end with the same letter they start with.
Indivisibility is the only word in the English language with only one vowel, which occurs six times.
Asthma begins with a vowel, ends with a vowel, and has no other vowels in between.
Facetious and abstemious contain all the vowels in the correct order.
The only two English words that start and finish with ‘und are underfund & underground.
Uncopyrightable
is the longest word with no repeating letters.
The combination -ough can be pronounced in nine different ways. "A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed."
Spoonfeed, nine letters long, is the longest word whose letters are arranged in reverse alphabetical order.
"I am" is the shortest complete sentence in the English language. (No?)

Bio 9 Ramon Llull

While we were in Palma, Mallorca, I noticed a statue of Ramon Llull, whose name rang a faint bell (also known as Raimon or Raymond Lully). It turns out that he was born into a wealthy family in Palma in 1232. He is remembered as a writer (a pioneering Catalan poet), philosopher and as something of a pioneer in computation.
I had heard his name in connection with his three journeys to North Africa, which are described as missionary journeys. Until 1266 he had led a dissipated life but several powerful religious experiences changed his outlook. This led to his learning Arabic, the propounding of various theories in Paris and Rome (especially the idea that the faith can be supported rationally - an idea condemned by the Romanists to this day) and eventually making forays into the Muslim world in order to win Muslims for Christ.
The first time he tried, in 1291, he was violently expelled from Tunis for attempting to convert Muslims. A Franciscan, he was something of a mystic too. Llull was eventually martyred, it seems, seeking to reach Muslims in Bougie, North Africa, in 1315.
A Wikipedia article here includes several interesting links.
The American missionary to Muslims Samuel Zwemer (1867-1952) wrote a biography calling him the first missionary to Muslims.

Cruise 02

Endeavouring to keep the Lord's Day was not easy. The ship went full steam ahead towards Corsica (I hadn't really grasped how big the Med is) and on the ship we seemed to be the only ones seeking to keep the Sabbath. It reminded me of Brainerd's comment on the Indians he sought to reach. We had to do a safety drill in the morning. My dad (78 next month) overdid it a bit on the stairs and had to use a wheelchair. The presence of a doctor landed him with a hefty medical bill before the end of the week which I hope he'll be able to reclaim. The rest of us (Eleri, me, my 5 boys, Gail and her four) gathered later (am and pm) in our cabin for services. I preached (in a more informal manner than usual) on aspects of the cross and we lined out some verses of hymns to sing including Eternal Father strong to save pm). It was okay but a bit of an effort - such an effort that we didn't try anything like it the rest of the week, which was a little one sided I guess. Some of the boys were seasick and Eleri felt a little queasy but tablets solved it. I was surprised at the swell in such a large boat.

Cruise 01


So this cruise. We left London at some ridiculous morning hour to fly from Bristol (where we met up with the rest of my family) to Palma, Majorca (or Mallorca), and the cruise's beginning. We had a little time in Palma before sailing but didn't venture too far. There is a Reformed Baptist Church there I was aware. See their website here. The pastor since 2004 has been an Englishman Andrew Birch, who I remember meeting on one occasion. Sadly, it was not convenient to seek him out. No time to see the magnificent cathedral either. So we concentrated on getting to know the ship. There's a library area but sadly no chapel.

Bio 7g2 David Brainerd

Crossweeksung
On June 19 Brainerd wrote of Kaunameek where
he first was (a 'lonely melancholy desert') and the Forks of the Delaware where he now was 'Not having had any considerable appearance of success in either of those places, my spirits were depressed, and I was not a little discouraged.' His expeditions along the Susquehanna had not given him reason to expect success anywhere there either.
It was at this time that he heard of a group of Indians at a place called Crossweeksung, about 80 miles south east of the Forks of Delaware. He arrived there June 19, 1745, and spent two weeks among them and saw a real interest in
the gospel. Upon his return to the Forks, the people there seemed more responsive too. On July 21 he baptised Tatamy and his wife, his first converts among the Indians. Moses Tatamy was in his fifties by this time. He had once been a hard drinker but under Brainerd's influence had slowly come to faith.
Then back in Crossweeksung he experienced the most glorious week of his life. Under William Tennent's ministry the small group had been sustained and had grown but on August 8 the power of God came down as Brainerd preached to a group of about 65 and many genuine conversions took place in a short time. Brainerd writes

There was much visible concern among them while I was discoursing publicly; but afterwards when I spoke to one and another more particularly, whom I perceived under much concern, the power of God seemed to descend upon the assembly like a rushing mighty wind, and with an astonishing energy bore down all before it.
I stood amazed at the influence that seized the audience almost universally, and could compare it to nothing more aptly than the irresistible force of a mighty torrent or swelling deluge, that with its insupportable weight and pressure bears down and sweeps before it whatever is in its way. Almost all persons of all ages were bowed down with concern together, and scarce one was able to withstand the shock of this surprising operation. Old men and women who had been drunken wretches for many years, and some little children not more than six or seven years of age, appeared in distress for their souls, as well as persons of middle age. And it was apparent these children (some of them at least) were not merely frighted with seeing the general concern; but were made sensible of their danger, the badness of their hearts, and their misery without Christ, as some of them expressed it. The most stubborn hearts were now obliged to bow. A principal man among the Indians, who before was most secure and self-righteous, and thought his state good because he knew more than the generality of the Indians had formerly done, and who with a great degree of confidence the day before, told me 'he had been a Christian more than 10 years,' was now brought under solemn concern for his soul, and wept bitterly. Another man advanced in years, who had been a murderer, a powow, (or conjurer,) and a notorious drunkard, was likewise brought now to cry for mercy with many tears, and to complain much that he could be no more concerned when he saw his danger so very great.
Brainerd now proceeded to disciple these young converts. Meanwhile as news travelled, more and more Europeans and Indians were coming to hear the young preacher. On August 25, he baptised 25 of the Indians (15 adults, 10 children). After the years of prayer and suffering fruit was beginning to be seen.
Brainerd was still concerned about the Indians along the Susquehanna River and he spent the period September 9-28 in the area. Despite several interesting encounters he saw no apparent success. Back at Crossweeksung on October 5, on the other hand, he was overjoyed at the response to the gospel he was seeing. Others were converted and baptised. On November 14 he baptised 14, bringing the number to 47, including 12 from the Forks. On November 4 he had reflected on the revival in his diary, making six points.
1. The timing of it – when Brainerd felt at his very weakest and had all but given up hope.
2. Its suddenness – At the first meeting in Crossweeksung there were only 4 women and a few children, yet suddenly the work just took off.
3. The way the Indians' prejudices were overcome – Despite much opposition from white men
4. God's provision of an interpreter – Moses Tatamy's important role should not be overlooked.
5. The content of the preaching – Not so much the Law as the gospel and God's mercy. The lack of too much emotion, something revivalists were often accused of, gave Brainerd encouragement too
6. The practical results in the lives of the Indians.
On December 22 he preached on the rich young ruler. In his diary he relates how, speaking to a woman later she spoke in broken English saying

'Me try, me try, save myself, last my strength be all gone, (meaning her ability to save herself,) could not me stir bit further. Den last, me forced let Jesus Christ alone, send me hell if he please.' I said, But you was not willing to go to hell, was you? She replied,'Could not me help it. My heart he would wicked for all. Could not me make him good;' (meaning she saw it was right she should go to hell because her heart was wicked, and would be so after all she could do to mend it). I asked her, how she got out of this case? She answered still in the same broken language, 'By by my heart be glad desperately.' I asked her why her heart was glad? She replied, 'Glad my heart Jesus Christ do what he please with me. Den me tink, glad my heart Jesus Christ send me hell. Did not me care where he put me, me love him for all,' &c. And she could not readily be convinced but that she was willing to go to hell, if Christ was pleased to send her there. Though the truth evidently was, her will was so swallowed up in the divine will, that she could not frame any hell in her imagination that would be dreadful or undesirable, provided it was but the will of God to send her to it.
Brainerd had taught them well. This was the sort of selfless testimony he and Edwards wanted to hear. God-centredness was what they craved.
It was during this period that Brainerd was twice the subject of unkind and untrue rumours. He was firstly accused of intending to lead his Indians in an unarmed insurrection and then accused of being a covert Roman Catholic seeking to use the Indians against the English cause. As ridiculous as such suggestions were their very existence proved a trial to Brainerd as one can imagine.
Brainerd not only taught the people but also catechised them and helped them with their practical needs. Some had debts that he arranged to be discharged. On January 31, 1746, a schoolmaster appointed by Brainerd arrived with a dozen primers for them. In February he visited Indians back at the Forks 'under great weakness and some pain'. Some from Crossweeksung accompanied him. They persuaded some of the believers to join them in Crossweeksung.
About 150 now followed him and looked to him for direction. He encouraged these scattered Indians to develop Spring planting at a settlement he had picked out at what was originally a Scots settlement 15 miles distant called Cranberry (now Cranbury). He later called it Bethel. They cleared the land in March and by May had moved to the new settlement. His attempts to turn the converts into farmers, however, were not very successful.
On April 27 the Indians took the Lord's Supper. In less than a year 77 people (38 adults) had been baptised. The lives of these people had been permanently changed. What happy situation Brainerd now found himself in. He continued to know some depression and still at times bemoaned his relative ineffectiveness. It was an attractive situation, however. But in his heart were the pagan Indians of the Susquehanna River area where he had already failed three times to make headway. Finally, on August 12, 1746, he left his friends at Cranberry, who had been very much in prayer for this trip, and with six Indian evangelists begun on his fourth journey there. He had previously not gone further west than the 'Indian capital' Shamokin, but now he wanted to go another hundred miles to a site near present day Lockhaven, Pennsylvania.
This trip finally broke his health completely, and he had to curtail much of it. One wonders why he went on such an arduous journey. In truth, such was his passion for Christ that he simply could not confine himself to one spot. Back at Shamokin on September 6, he clung to life, 'coughing and spitting blood'. On September 20 he arrived back at Cranberry. He now realised that the tuberculosis in his lungs was going to destroy his body. There was some guilt at having so recklessly injured his health and aggravated the illness but it is probably true to say that his zeal and outdoor life had done something to preserve him, as we know his problems had started several years before, while still at Yale.
On October 6, he had his last blessed day at Cranberry, taking the Lord's Supper with 40 converts. He also baptised two adults. He had now seen 85 Indians converted. November 3 was his last day as pastor of the flock in Cranberry. He spent the long winter in Elizabethtown with Dickinson. Rallying in health he made a last visit to his Indian converts March 18-20, 1747, bidding them farewell for what was to be the last time.