To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Thursday, April 1, 2010

We are preparing for our annual joint Good Friday service with beloved friends, brothers and sisters from Providence. This is our third year celebrating one of our highest Holy Days in the Christian faith with them. I'm looking forward to it...visiting with friends...the declared Word...and the singing! Oh, how I'm looking forward to the singing as this is our first year really knowing and singing the Psalms.

Anyway, our relationship to our Federal Vision friends has landed us in somewhat hot water over the last several months. And despite Rob's repeated assurances that he is still completely committed to our Baptist faith...And his constant reassurance that,
"No, just because we are learning to sing psalms does not mean I want us to become Federal Visionists..." Or the fact that we have a specific liturgy...or or or.
It has remained...or at least was...a serious enough issue that many relationships lay broken and fellowship hindered.
The sad thing is that no matter how many times he sought to answer questions and concerns it was like people just couldn't hear and accept his answer.
Needless to say this has been a very painful time for us as a church and for us personally. Which is why this post totally cracked me up when I read it. Apparently people aren't really listening to Douglas Wilson either about some of the Federal Vision controversy.
Remember the time you were doing something stupid on your bike and you fell and broke an arm? Or you were doing some crazy double twist half gainer on the trampoline and you hurt your ankle? (Or maybe you were canning green beans and you fell all of three inches down a step and twisted your ankle...whatever :-) My point is that later on...after the initial pain has subsided and you begin to some point you can look back at the moment and find humor. Or maybe just that weird, clueless "Hey remember when..." kind of feeling.
Reading that little blog post reminded me that God is a takes time and wounds leave scars...but the pain does ease.
And at this season of Resurrection how wonderful to be reminded that restoration is always still a possibility.
I mean if John Piper can invite Rick Warren to speak at the Desiring God Conference this year anything is possible right?