Inconclusive Thoughts About Strange Fire

First of all, I have long profited from the writings of John MacArthur.  Just today, I heavily borrowed from and was blessed by his sermon series on Matthew while I prepared my own sermon.  I think his book Slave is one of the best books around on the Doctrines of Grace.  I am certain that I must have a dozen or more of his books and have found much of value in his ministry.  He is, perhaps, the greatest popularizer of historic Calvinism today.  Sure he is dispensational, but he is also a champion of the doctrines of the Reformation.  He is one of the great preacher and preacher-models around today.

Second,  I am not a Charismatic or a continuationist. (Cessationists beleive the gifts as described in 1 Corinthians and other places have ceased, while continuationists believe they continue.) I first encountered a Christian advocating charismatic gifts way back in 1976.  I was stunned by the encounter, so I studied the topic as best I could as a Christian novice.  I rejected the continuation of the gifts, but asked God to overrule me if I were wrong.  Over the years, I read a few books on the topic and studied it at one time.  I have generally agreed with the cessationist position; that is, the view that the charismatic gifts have ceased.  I think I have always been open and willing to be proven otherwise.  I have not had to combat charismatics in my church experiences, and in our Christian school, we have welcomed their involvement.

Third, I think that the particular cases and individuals that MacArthur has crititiqued and criticized received just treatment.  I would not know Benny Hinn if he showed up at my door, but I assume that what MacArthur carefully documented about him is true.  I do recall Oral Roberts and am convinced that his theology was just as warped as MacArthur says it was.  The scoundrels and charlatans, the moral failures and the presumptious claims, the phony promises and the excessive expectations that are chronicled in the book are, I assume, true.

All that being said, I found Strange Fire: The Danger of Offending the Holy Spirit With Counterfeit Worship unconvincing.  MacArthur paints with a broad brush.  Yes, there are charismatics who  are weird;  some leaders and prominent figures have proven to be scoundrels, charlatans, and hypocrites; and, there are cases of leaders who have raked in lots of money promoting very man-centered messages void of Bible doctrine and content.  By their fruits you shall know them.

But we have to be careful when denouncing whole theologies or movements because of particular people who have disgraced the causes.  Christianity as a whole, from the time of Judas to the present, has suffered from both wolves in sheep’s clothing and just really dumb sheep. I wish it were not the case, but every branch of Christian belief, every faction, subgroup, “ism,” and variety has cases of leaders who proved false to the faith.

If every person claiming the continuation of charismatic gifts was a money-grubbing,  Scripture-twisting denier of Biblical truths and life, the criticism would stick.  But there are people who adhere firmly to the authority of Scripture, the vicarious atonement, and other essential doctrines, who also are charismatics.  Every group has its problem areas.  It would be easy to write a book about the high sins and misdemeanors within Calvinistic circles.  (Greg Dutcher’s book Killing Calvinism:  How to Destroy a Perfectly Good Theology from Within is a good example of a very instructive and helpful book on problems among Calvinists.)

My problem again is that sin and hypocrisy strikes within the ranks of all Christian groups.  I strongly favor Reformed theology over other approaches to Christianity.  I attend and pastor a conservative, evangelical, Bible-believing Presbyterian church.  We Reformed Christians and Presbyterians have had plenty of errors, excesses, extremists, and wacky trends, teachers, and teachings.  We also suffer from lots of meanness.  For every Reformed pastor, theologian, and writer, there is a blogger somewhere blasting their work.  Or there is someone sitting in the pew blasting their preaching and life.  Or there is a splinter group that angrily broke with the larger group over some minimally critical doctrine.  (I am concerned here more about attitudes that develop, rather than true doctrinal convictions that might necessitate worshiping at different locations.)

Charismatics have lots of loonies to explain, but then, so do the rest of us.  Paul’s epistles are full of rebukes directed at both individuals and whole churches.  Whereas Origen could have prayed more and found a church with some single girls, picked one out, and married her, he opted for castration.  (That is one stupid practice that rarely reoccurs.)  American Puritans created some powerful foundations for our culture, but Michael Wiggleworth’s writing of the poem “Day of Doom” was not the high point of Puritan theological or poetic achievement.  James Davenport, a preacher during the Great Awakening, was also quite unbalanced.  Even the best of Christians suffer faults and failures, and most of us are not “the best of Christians.”  So, moral failures and hypocrisy does not answer the question of Charismatic gifts.

There are heresies, distortions, and outright denials of key doctrines within the pale of Christianity.  There are pulpits, seminaries, books, and movements that deny basic Biblical doctrines.  Machen’s Christianity and Liberalism is just as relevant today as when it was written.  There are societal issues where Christians have bought agendas that are far from Biblical.  An approving nod or a sympathetic wink can be found for almost any perversity, immorality, or heresy from someone or some group that professes Christ.

In contrast, many, if not most, charismatics are conservative, Bible-believing, pro-life, mission oriented believers.  Most are premillennial, but they work on Kingdom-projects as though they were post-millennial.   Many Reformed Christians have found fellowship with charismatics and co-workers in many areas.  And many Reformed Christians have been put to shame by the prayers, witnessing, and zeal of charismatic brethren.

The best part of MacArthur’s book is Part 3 Rediscovering the Spirit’s Work.  The first three chapters in this part deal with the Holy Spirit and salvation, sanctification, and the Scriptures.  This is vintage  MacArthur:  Sound doctrines explained, applied, and buttressed with lots of Bible verses.  I think the book as a whole would have been better if the focus, if the bulk of the book, had been expositions on the work of the Holy Spirit.  MacArthur could have addressed his concerns toward charismatics and continuationists after setting forth sound, agreed-upon truths.

The very last chapter of the book is “An Open Letter to My Continuationist Friends.”  This perhaps should have been the opening chapter of the book.  It is warm and embracing.  Again, it is MacArthur at his best.  The questions and issues he raises are good ones, and I would like to hear how a continuationist would answer.  But I was a bit shaken by the chapter.  I knew that Wayne Grudem held to a continuation of gifts, but I did not know that others, such as John Piper and D. A. Carson were continuationists.  Rather than sealing the case for a non-charismatic like me, this all left me wondering whether I have misunderstood something or am missing some blessings.

I conclude with giving thanks to God for both John MacArthur and for the many Jesus-loving, Spirit-filled charismatics.

This book was provided to me free of charge for reviewing purposes.  I was not required to write favorably about it, and did not do so.  But I still endorse both the author and the publisher.

New Books on the Horizon

I am thoroughly enjoying having today (Presidents’ Day) off.  A day without the rush of work gives enough time to truly enjoy the reading and coffee.  I was able to advance the bookmarks in a couple of books that will be finished over the next week and another that will take a while   And then there are the new books.

I usually begin a new book by examining all the recommendations on the back, inside the dust jacket, and in the opening pages of the book.  Forwards, introductions, and acknowledgments are then read.  I glance over the table of contents and then rush over to the bibliography.  You can often judge a book by the books consulted by the author.

In the kind providence of God, we were blessed yesterday by having Pastor Mickey Schneider preach at our church.  Afterwards, he and his wife, Judy, came to our house for lunch and fellowship.  Pastor Schneider is a walking history of late 20th century Southern Presbyterianism.  He watched Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream Speech” with Cornelius Van Til, got lost in Jackson, MS with R. J. Rushdoony, and served as pastor to Greg Bahnsen.

Pastor Schneider attended Columbia Theological Seminary in the mid-1960s.  That was a transition time in Southern Presbyterian history, as well as a turbulent time in American political history.  Columbia was rooted in Scottish Calvinism.  Some of the great names of that seminary included James Henley Thornwell, John Girardeau, and Benjamin Morgan Palmer.  By the 1960s, theological liberals were holding sway over the seminary, but the truth had not died out.  (The truth never dies.)  One of the stalwarts of the faith who, almost single-handedly at times, held to the historic Reformed faith, the Westminster Standards, and the Scriptures was William Childs Robinson.  Dr. Robinson’s last year at the seminary was Pastor Schneider’s first year.

Today, I began reading Pleading for Reformation Vision:  The Life and Selected Writings of William Childs Robinson by David Calhoun.  Last year, I read and thoroughly enjoyed Calhoun’s book Our Southen Zion: Old Columbia Seminary.  Read the review here.  This follow-up book, a Banner of Truth publication, covers the life of Dr. Robinson and includes a selection of essays he wrote on a number of theological topics.  This is not a book that will appeal to a wide audience, but it is a valuable contribution to the history of Presbyterianism in America and Reformed theology in the 20th century.  David Calhoun is THE historian of American Presbyterian seminaries.

A few weeks ago, I posted a blog on books on Christianity and Capitalism.  From that blog, I learned about several other books on the topic that I do not have. Well, now I have them and wonder how I ever survived without them.

The first is Foundations of Economics: A Christian View by Shawn Ritenour.  Dr. Ritenour is a professor of economics at Grove City College and is an elder in a Presbyterian church.  His book is a weighty, detailed study of economics.  He builds upon the economic work of Ludwig von Mises and others in the Austrian school.  He is not the first Christian to borrow, glean, and redemptively cultivate ideas from the Austrian perspective.  (If the term “Austrian school” is meaningless, don’t worry about it.)  So far, I have only scanned the book, surveyed the incredibly good bibliography, and started in on the first chapter.  This book is a blessing.  God continues to raise up worthy scholars in all disciplines.  I look forward to working through this book.  This book is published by Wipf and Stock, and here is a good place to purchase it.

Foundations of Economics: A Christian View

Most recently, Crossway Books published The Poverty of Nations: A Sustainable Solution by theologian Wayne Grudem and economist Barry Asmus.  I knew this would be a great book for 3 reasons.  First, Wayne Grudem, a gifted Christian systematic theologian, is one of the authors.  Second, my friends Andrew Sandlin and David Bahnsen both spoke favorably of the book.  Third, I read a column by two college students who sat in a session with Dr. Grudem and they eloquently whined about captialism exploiting the poor and overusing resources and promoting colonialism and slavery.  These two guys did have a great alternative to capitalism:  Complaining about capitalism.  That aside, this book looks outstanding.

The Poverty of Nations

Now, with a book on a theologian to read and two books on economics, I only need to figure out how to pay the rest of this month’s bills on a teacher/preacher salary.


Snowetry Special Report:

Whose woods these are, I think I know.

His house is in the village, though.

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep…

And miles to go before I sleep….

And miles to go before I sleep.

A poem coming into being.


Robert Frost reciting his own poem:  Here.

Snowetry, Day 5

Snowetry: Poetry about snow. Most often read and meditated on by people in southern parts of the United States that gaze longingly at leaden skies and wonder why they have freezing cold weather, cold rain, but no very little snow.

Winter Remembered

by John Crowe Ransom

Two evils, monstrous either one apart,

Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:

A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,

And in the wood the furious winter blowing.

Think not, when fire was bright upon my bricks,

And past the tight boards hardly a wind could enter,

I glowed like them, the simple burning sticks,

Far from my cause, my proper heat and center.

Better to walk forth in the frozen air

And wash my wound in the snows; that would be healing;

Because my heart would throb less painful there,

Being caked with cold, and past the smart of feeling.

And where I walked, the murderous winter blast

Would have this body bowed, these eyeballs streaming,

And though I think this heart’s blood froze not fast

It ran too small to spare one drop for dreaming.

Dear love, these fingers that had known your touch,

And tied our separate forces first together,

Were ten poor idiot fingers not worth much,

Ten frozen parsnips hanging in the weather.

Not every image of winter and storms, not every description of snow, and remembrance of the cold is pleasant.  We hear such words as “harsh,” “bitter,” “biting,” “chilling,” “brutal,” and many more used of winter experiences.  Read a Jack London story about the Yukon, particularly “Love of Life” or “To Build a Fire,” and you will experience something far different from the song “Winter Wonderland.”

This poem by John Crowe Ransom uses winter as an outward metaphor to reflect the inner turmoil.  This is a poem of hardship, rejection, and hurt in a love relationship.  (Just the right message leading up to Valentine’s Day, right?)  It creates the image of a warm cabin with a blazing fire and two people in love.  But something happened and now the speaker is alone and in agony.  The harsh force of the winter weather is actually pain numbing to him in this time of agony.

Poetry captures emotional moments.  You may be happily in love (and I am), enjoying the warm fire inside (and I would), and finding a walk outside brisk and refreshing (and I possibly would).  Yet, the range of human experience tells you that this poem too describes a part of what we go through in the emotional seasons of life.

Ransom was a southerner, a literary critic, a teacher, and a poet.  He called himself a “major minor poet.”  He was largely responsible for the outbreak of literary genius that erupted at Vanderbilt University in the 1920s that was known as the Fugitive Poetry movement.  He and his key students, including Donald Davidson, Alan Tate, and Robert Penn Warren, became the leaders in the movement.  Ransom’s literary criticism contributed to the New Critics movement.  His literary, social, and political thought contributed to the Agrarian movement> His influence on American literature in general, and Southern literature, is inestimable.

In his latter days of fame and esteem, Ransom is seated third from the left, along with some of the men he mentored.

Snowetry, Day 4

Snowetry:  Poetry about snow. Most often read and meditated on by people in southern parts of the United States that gaze longingly at leaden skies and wonder why they have freezing cold weather, cold rain, but no  very little snow.

Snow flakes

by Emily Dickinson

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

Emily Dickinson would have been sent to counseling in our day and time.  A psychiatrist would have been assigned to her case.  Perhaps even medication would have been prescribed.  her behavior was abnormal, her social reactions bizarre, her interactions with other people unacceptable.  Thankfully, she lived when she did and not now.  Her life story is not a happy one.  The saddest aspect is in regard to her personal rejection of Christianity.  She was withdrawn, aloof, fearful of human contact, and alienated from others.  She lived in tumultuous times, but never left comments upon the events that shook the nation (meaning that late War Between the States).

Miss Dickinson appeared fragile and delicate.  The best known photograph of her portrays an homey kind of attractiveness and inquisitiveness.  She appears to be a simple young lady, but don’t be fooled.  She had the constitution of a boxer, or a warrior.  Her weapon was a pen and her tactic was an economy of words.  Her poems strike quickly and powerfully.  The forms appear loose and dangling, but the content is usually quite tight and sharp.

“Snowflakes” is a good example of her work.  Her poems didn’t actually have titles, and most collections list them by numbers.  Beware of any editions of Ms. Dickinson’s work that has been edited by a punctuation conscious editor.  Her own dashes and rhythms betray genius, not lack of attention.  She writes with touches of humor and with depths of sorrow.  Long before the Imagist school of poetry, she was creating unforgettable images.  Almost not even noticed in her own day, she commands a center of attention in American poetry today.

Snowetry, Day 3

Snowetry:  Poetry about snow. Most often read and meditated on by people in southern parts of the United States that gaze longingly at leaden skies and wonder why they have freezing cold weather, cold rain, but no  very little snow.

A student of mine from years ago, Steve Pettit, took this picture this past week on Mount Magazine. The picture itself is a work of poetry. Or perhaps we can say it captures God’s poetry.

The Snowfall Is So Silent

  by Miguel de Unamuno
translated by Robert Bly

The snowfall is so silent,
so slow,
bit by bit, with delicacy
it settles down on the earth
and covers over the fields.
The silent snow comes down
white and weightless;
snowfall makes no noise,
falls as forgetting falls,
flake after flake.
It covers the fields gently
while frost attacks them
with its sudden flashes of white;
covers everything with its pure
and silent covering;
not one thing on the ground
anywhere escapes it.
And wherever it falls it stays,
content and gay,
for snow does not slip off
as rain does,
but it stays and sinks in.
The flakes are skyflowers,
pale lilies from the clouds,
that wither on earth.
They come down blossoming
but then so quickly
they are gone;
they bloom only on the peak,
above the mountains,
and make the earth feel heavier
when they die inside.
Snow, delicate snow,
that falls with such lightness
on the head,
on the feelings,
come and cover over the sadness
that lies always in my reason.

This poet, who was Spanish and lived from 1864 to 1936, and this poem are both new to me.  Also, when a work of poetry is in translation, the result is, as Alan Tate noted, two literary works.  I cannot read Spanish, so I have to enjoy this delightful English translation.


Snowetry, Day 2

Snowetry: Poetry about snow. Most often read and meditated on by people in southern parts of the United States that gaze longingly at leaden skies and wonder why they have freezing cold weather, cold rain, but no snow.

Addendum:  We DID have a snowfall yesterday, and today the world outside is quite beautiful.



Out of the bosom of the Air,
      Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
      Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
            Silent, and soft, and slow
            Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
      Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
      In the white countenance confession,
            The troubled sky reveals
            The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
      Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
      Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
            Now whispered and revealed
            To wood and field.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was, in the heyday of 19th and early 20th century schooling, the Schoolroom Poet.  Sometimes, he is referred to as the “Fireside Poet.” Students read “The Village Blacksmith,”  “Hiawatha,” “Evangeline,” “Song of Life,” and “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.”  My favorite has always been “My Lost Youth.”  Longfellow was a gifted and trained scholar.  He produced a translation of Dante’s Divine Comedy along with his many other original compositions.  Bearded and august in appearance, he set the standard for what poetry should be.  He ruled the world of poetry until he was displaced by Walt Whitman.
I rarely find students from my public school or Christian school experiences who are familiar with Longfellow.  Outside of the joke (“You’re a poet and don’t know it, but your feet show it–they’re long fellows), I have rarely heard him referenced.  His work is criticized for its sentimentality and disdained because of his commitment to metrical forms.   He was classically trained, incredibly successful, and an upholder of the idea of public virtue. His poetry is not filled with narcissism or skepticism or railings against God, society, and morality.  Longfellow affirmed the basic morals of his day.  His faith seemed more a generic belief in God than orthodox Christianity. If you don’t have a collection of his poetry, or an anthology with a generous selection of his poems, take immediate action and acquire some of Longfellow’s works.  And read them.
He celebrated the American experience.  He stared, and did not merely glance over, the world around him.  Our history, the world of New England, the shapes and feel of nature, and human emotions all found expression in his poetry.
“Snowflakes,” an appealing topic for any with poetic desires, is a fine example of his skill.  Hopefully, you can read it while gazing out the window at snow from last night or snow still falling.  Read it a few times and notice the images and layers within it.  Like snowflakes, it is light, cool, and revealing.

Snowetry, Day 1

Snowetry:  Poetry about snow.  Most often read and meditated on by people in southern parts of the United States that gaze longingly at leaden skies and wonder why they have freezing cold weather, cold rain, but no snow.

Dust of Snow

By Robert Frost


The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

This poem, light, airy, cool, and refreshing, captures the impact of a small, unexpected action.  A mere bird, a crow, sitting on a limb happens to shake a bit of loose snow, something so light as to be called dust of snow, onto the person.  Insignificant, but commanding a moment’s attention and, like all poetic experiences, totally mind and mood changing.  If there were to be a didactic tag-on line, it would tell us to look, to be aware, to see, and to expect something, something God-sent, to change our perspective.

The Oxford History of the United States

Today, problems with cold rain, ice, and a power outage sent us home from school early.  I took advantage of this opportunity to attend to some urgent business.  I had some 25 pages to go in finishing Restless Giant:  The United States from Watergate to Bush v. Gore by James T. Patterson.  This volume is a part of the Oxford History of the United States.

It is a strange feeling to read through a history of a time you have lived through.  That is, however, one of the advantages or disadvantages of piling up the years.  “I remember it like it was yesterday” can become the response to every event.  I do remember the Watergate Scandal all too vividly.  President Nixon resigned from office just after I started to college.  The Carter-Ford election was held during my first year at the University of Arkansas at Little Rock (and the campus faculty voted 80 percent for Carter).  President Reagan was elected (and that is a good memory) during my first year at Genoa.  During my last year there, talk was surfacing about a possible impeachment of President Clinton.  I was teaching at Veritas Academy during the Bush v. Gore election and political battle following the close vote in Florida.  We had an election party at the home of my friend Dr. Chuck Poteet.  I told the kids that the party would not be over until we knew who was elected President.  That was a long party.  It was about a month before we knew.

Patterson’s history is heavy with details about social, cultural, economic, and other trends.  This book is far more social than narrative history.  The movies, the television shows, the music, stats about racial matters, issues about gender, controversies about morals, and the like are heavily packed in this book.  For that reason, I appreciated and benefited from the book more than I enjoyed it.

Some quick lessons from the recent past:

1.  Our problems didn’t start with President Obama.  We have heading down a moral spiral and toward a cultural breakdown for quite a while.

2.  Perspective is helpful, but incomplete.  I am more convinced than ever of President Clinton’s disqualification from office for moral decrepitude, but not as certain that actions to remove him were beneficial.  In terms of handling the economy, he stands head and shoulders above the current occupant of the White House.

3.  Ronald Reagan was NOT as great as I thought:  He was even GREATER.

I like the Oxford History of the United States.  I am not endorsing every page, every pronouncement, every angle of the histories or every view of the historians included, but I find them all to be competent, scholarly, and educational.  I thought I owned all the volumes, and I have read several of them, but I discovered that I am a volume short.  For an interesting discussion of some of the hindrances and unexplained lapses in the completion of the series, see this:  The Rejection Bin of History.

I have used and referenced this volume, The Glorious Cause:  The American Revolution, 1763-1789, and I need to complete the reading of it.

I believe that Gordon Wood is one of the best American historians around.  This volume is Empire of Liberty: A History of the Early Republic, 1789-1815.

I cannot really account for why I have not tackled this book yet.  Besides being a part of the series, it is a Pulitzer Prize Winner, as was a later volume.  This one is titled What Hath God Wrought: The Transformation of America, 1815-1848.

Battle Cry for Freedom: The Civil War Era by James McPherson has been the most successful seller out of the series.  It is a really good one volume study of the war.  Many of us Southerners get riled over McPherson’s view of the war, Lincoln, the South, and other matters.  He is a northern historian and an academic.  Southern diehards can read Shelby Foote’s The Civil War or some of the older works by Southerners themselves, such as R. L Dabney’s Life and Campaigns of General Thomas J. “Stonewall Jackson.”  But students of the war and of history need to know what McPherson says.  Besides, his book Abraham Lincoln and the Second American Revolution captures the heart of a Southerner’s contention about the real results of that war better than almost any other book around.   I have about a half dozen of McPherson’s works.

I really liked Freedom from Fear:  The American People in Depression and War, 1929-1945 by David Kennedy, who is the general editor of the series.  I don’t know if it is because 20th century America is a favorite topic of study or because, secretly, I am a Walton.  I have good memories of this large volume chronicling the Great Depression and the New Deal and then leading up to America’s involvement in World War II.  Of course, any studies of the Great Depression and the New Deal need to be tempered (or corrected) by reading Amity Shlaes’ book The Forgotten Man (and her biography of Calvin Coolidge).  I find Franklin D. Roosevelt to be an incredible man to study.  I am opposed to so much that he did, but I cannot help but admire the physical strength of the man (in relation to his paralysis) and his political skills.  This volume is very much a study of FDR.

This book, Grand Expectations: The United States, 1945-1974 by James Patterson,  is the prequel to the book I just finished.   I will be familiar with many of the events chronicled here, and I was born at such a time as to qualify for being one of the “grand expectations” of that time.

Alas, I just discovered that From Colony to Superpower, U. S Foreign Relations Since 1776 by George C. Herring is a part of the series.  I would prefer if the series focused on the chronilogical history of the United States and got that part completed before it branched off into additional topical studies.  For some reason, the editors and compilers did not consult me regarding these matters.