Brushes With Liberalism

I grew up in a Fundamentalist church. For the uninitiated, the distinguishing mark of Fundamentalism is separation. This separatism is grounded in the modernist controversy at the beginning of the last century, when Bible believers reacted against the liberalism that denied the fundamentals of the faith. Unfortunately, the reasons many Fundamentalists give for separation have become more and more ridiculous. I grew up in a church that saw contemporary music and loose dress standards as liberal, while the false gospels of easy-believism and American exceptionalism were preached. Largely due to this hyper-separatist attitude, I never had any real contact with a classic liberal.

I now live in Grand Rapids, and am searching for a church with my girlfriend. We disagree on some minor preferences, and our desire to compromise has led us to some churches that we wouldn’t otherwise consider. One of these churches is the inspiration for this post. This church, which I will not name here, showed quite a bit of promise. The music is excellent. The attitude is Christ centered. The preaching is not quite as exegetical as we’d like, but the sermons usually capture the attitude of the text that is being preached. We visited this church a few times, liked it, and so we scheduled a meeting with a pastor to discuss theology.

Overall, our meeting went well. We agreed with the vast majority of what this pastor said. He is opposed to patriotic services. He believes in the literal resurrection and return of Christ to set all things right. He believes that salvation is by faith in Christ alone. He had an obvious heart for God and his community. All these things are good and should be commended.

However, he explained to us the difference between his denomination and others by the terms “bounded set” and “centered set”. Most denominations are a bounded set; that is, they have creeds to define what is good doctrine and what is false doctrine. His denomination is a centered set; it does not have creeds to set a boundary or orthodoxy; there are only affirmations that form a center.

On the surface, this doesn’t sound that bad. One of this church’s six affirmations is “the centrality of the word of God.” That’s great, right? Not quite. Belief in inerrancy (or infallibility or truth or whatever your term) isn’t required by this statement. There are members of this denomination who believe in inerrancy. There are others who don’t. To them, that’s not the point there.

Admittedly, the point is good. The church we visited preached Christ and is filled with believers who I share faith in Christ with. However, the absence of creeds is a fantastic way to allow actual liberalism to slowly creep in. This pastor, by his own admission, did not believe that the created order was normative. He believed that God created woman in submission to man, but that this order was primitive (not his word) and meant to be overcome. By this logic, any commands in Scripture we don’t like can be construed this way and disregarded.

So, we will continue to look for a church. We have a giant list of things we’re looking for, ranging from the essentials (things like affirmation of the Apostle’s Creed and the five fundamentals) to preferences. This time, we won’t be so quick to assume that the essentials are covered.

The Best Albums of 2014

This year was a busy one for music. The list you’re about to read consists of the three albums that I considered for best of the year. Not included are even more fantastic albums. Switchfoot released some great beach pop and another separate EP that was probably better. Mike Mains and the Branches solidified their place as my favorite indie-rock outfit (until the Luke Cyrus Band actually releases an album). And Lecrae released the best top to bottom pure rap album I’ve ever heard.

And those are the also-rans. Rivers in the Wasteland, Strange Desire, and Lazaretto top the list. All three have a claim on being my best of the year, and all are the best in one way or another.

Rivers in the Wasteland – NEEDTOBREATHE

At this point, I almost want Needtobreathe to come out with a terrible album just to see if they can. Rivers in the Wasteland came out in April, and it’s been the leader for my album of the year ever since.

As usual, Needtobreathe mixes high powered rock (“Feet, Don’t Fail Me Now”) and mellow reflections (“Wasteland”), all supported by well-mixed guitar and Bear Rinhart’s vocals. While “The Heart” and “Brother” hog the radio, the album’s best song is either “Where the Money Is” or “Rise Again”. Even the worst track on the album, “Oh, Carolina”, is well worth listening to.

Strange Desire – Bleachers

I’ve seen Taylor Swift’s 1989 on a number of year end best-of album lists. It shouldn’t be. Taylor’s album is very good at what it tries to be, but it never tries to be all that great. It’s fun and has made her TONS of money, but it is not great.

I mention 1989 because I always think of Strange Desire when I listen to it. Swift’s album tries to be catchy alt-pop, but it consistently fails at being as good as Bleacher’s debut. “I Wanna Get Better” is the excellent lead single, but the album as a whole is much deeper. Strange Desire is technically flawless. It’s expertly produced, has soothing vocals, and beautifully haunting melodies.

My favorite moment on the record comes at 2:23 of “Like A River Runs” where an alt-pop track descends into techno, and it’s awesome.

Strange Desire is the type of album that should rake in all kinds of secular awards for best album. Even if it doesn’t, you should know that it’s great.

Lazaretto – Jack White 

To be fair, I haven’t been listening to Lazaratto for long, but the week or so I’ve spent with it has impressed me. Blunderbuss had its moments, but Lazaretto is fantastic from top to near-bottom (it has a couple iffy tracks).

Jack White’s style is difficult to pin down. It’s rock to be sure: “Lazaretto” (the title track) and “High Ball Stepper” have some of the filthiest guitar I’ve ever heard. But then, Jack White uses violin and piano unexpectedly and liberally. This album is what rock n’ roll would sound like in 1883 in Texas. It makes me want to rob a stagecoach.

Jack White does beautiful things with instrumental styles that shouldn’t go together but do because this album is magic.

Lazaretto is, at the moment, my favorite album of 2014, but, as I first heard it a couple weeks ago, I hesitate to call it the best. I feel confident in declaring it the most creative album I’ve heard, and I look forward to more solo projects from Jack White.

These albums are only the best (in my opinion) of the albums I’ve heard.  I’m constantly looking for more music.  If you want to plug an artist or song, whether it’s caught your attention or it’s your own music, send me a link on Twitter.

Side Note: I started listening to “You Stormed The Walls” by the Luke Cyrus Band on YouTube. Frustratingly, it’s unavailable on iTunes. I can’t wait until this band releases a full album.

The Only Five Christmas Albums You Need

Christmas music is different than normal music. With Christmas music, there is an established corpus of songs that is more or less static. Most Christmas albums pull their song list from this body of work, usually with one or two original additions. This means, of course, that you only need five or so Christmas albums. Sure, that one band might do a great version of Silent Night, but so do those other five bands.

So, I present to you the five Christmas albums you need. Anything beyond these is extraneous. It’s important to keep in mind that this is fact, not my opinion. I will hear none of your Pentatonix crap. If you disagree with me, you are wrong. So we begin.

NUMBER ONE – LET IT SNOW, BABY; LET IT REINDEER by Relient K

Somehow, somehow, Relient K came out with this masterpiece. Does it have a punk rock version of Handel’s Messiah? Of course it does. How about classics like Sleigh Ride or Away In Manger? You bet your darn socks. Does it have multiple original songs that I may or may not cry during a few times during December (I blame the lack of sunlight)? It’s got three of ‘em. It also wins the award for best title.

NUMBER TWO – CHRISTMAS (and also the Let It Snow EP) – MICHAEL FREAKING BUBLE

Do you like jazz Christmas classics, but not music that sounds like it was recorded by a potato? I give to you Michael Buble. He’s like Frank Sinatra, except he’s Canadian and doesn’t suck.

NUMBER THREE – SLEDDING HILL – AUGUST BURNS RED

This is a heavy rock instrumental version of all of the Christmas songs. Don’t skip over “Flurries”.

NUMBER FOUR – ROCKIN’ AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE – VARIOUS ARTISTS

Okay, this one’s pretty top heavy. Four songs are good, but they’re REALLY good. Most notably, “His Favorite Christmas Story” and The Museum’s cover of “What Child Is This”.

NUMBER FIVE – OH FOR JOY – DAVID CROWDER BAND

Remember when I said that Let It Snow, Baby; Let It Reindeer was the best Christmas album? I was lying. This one is. In all seriousness, this is the best Christmas album I’ve ever heard. DCB does an incredible job of conveying the beauty and weight of the incarnation. It’s incredible. Buy this one.

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Go Tell It on the Mountain – NEEDTOBREATHE

It’s NEEDTOBREATHE. Buy everything they’ve ever done, then spend your life watching them tour the country. You’ll thank me.

Christmas Lights – Coldplay

Just listen to the dang song, man.

How Many Kings – Downhere

This song is good, but it’s mostly on here because my mom will interrogate me if it’s not.

Hark, The Herald Angels Sing – Matt Maher

This version isn’t particularly great (it is good), but this is one of the best hymns (of all kinds) that exists. I love that they play it on secular radio at Christmas. Listen to someone sing it, then go to a church that sings all kinds of Chuck Wesley all year round.

It Looks A Lot Like Christmas, But It’s Freaking November

It turns out that it’s really difficult to come up with interesting things to blog about without sounding like an insufferable asshat who wants every to care about his boring life. But I’ll try anyway.

I’ve avoided writing anything on here mostly because life has been boring. I’ve been too busy with homework to really focus on much else, and it doesn’t help that whenever I get a break from schoolwork, the last thing I want to do is write one more thing.

However, the tone of the semester is quickly changing. Time change happened a couple weeks ago, and right after that came the eternally gray skies of winter. Three weeks ago, the temperature in Grand Rapids was in the upper 70s. Now, we’re under who knows how many inches of snow (I’m not going outside to check). Those semester-long projects are finally coming due. The end is in sight, and I’m excited about home.

I live in Grand Rapids, but home is in Saginaw. I don’t know when that’s going to change, but I don’t think it’ll be anytime soon. I get to go home for Thanksgiving AND Christmas (this is easy when home is a 2 hour drive). I’m excited to eat food that wasn’t cooked by me, for fast food runs with my siblings, and to watch Michigan pretend to be good against Ohio State.

Hopefully, this space doesn’t sit as abandoned as it has for the last couple months. Odds are, it will, but who knows. There is a wedding in Green Bay in January that should be just might be moderately fun. Maybe I can write about that.

Greetings from Grand Rapids

This was never supposed to be a just a blog about Camp Barakel. I’ve posted twice since camp, both directly in the wake of camp itself.

But A LOT has changed since then.

Three weeks ago, I moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan. I changed the address on my driver’s license and “current city” on Facebook. I have a Justin Amash bumper sticker on my car. I got a haircut here yesterday. This is where I live now.

Not only have I moved to Grand Rapids, but I’ve started Bible-y grad school (commonly called “seminary” by non-bible-y grad school people) at Grand Rapids Theological Seminary. I’m taking 4 classes, all of which seem to require me to read at every waking moment. This semester is going to take a lot of work, and I feel like I’m only just learning to tread water.

The next four years are going to be an adventure. They’ll be a lot of work, but then I won’t learn anything if I don’t put any effort into my experience here.

Now All I Know Is Grace

I’ve thought a lot about how exactly to sum up my summer at Camp Barakel, and I think that the word “grace” does a great job of doing just that. On nine Thursday mornings this summer, I taught my campers from Ephesians 2:4-7 that even when we were dead in our sins, we were made alive through Christ and will be shown the immeasurable riches of his grace in the coming ages. I emphasized that not only have we been forgiven of our sins, but also we are given riches that we don’t even have the brain power to comprehend. Grace.

I’ve learned that the riches of God’s grace can be so much more valuable than the riches that the world has to offer. I had my plans for this summer. But God decided to show me grace and put me in a place where my desires had to be set aside and where his grace abounded.

This summer I was brought to the end of myself physically and emotionally, but there was grace waiting for me where I had no strength to go on. I saw how great it is to live constantly thinking of others. I experienced the great grace it is to live in community with Christian brothers in a place that is simultaneously a Christian haven and the front lines of spiritual warfare. As Bonhoeffer wrote, “It is grace, nothing but grace, that we are allowed to live in community with Christian brethren.”

This summer, more than any other, I’ve learned that God loves me and will give me good gifts, even if I don’t want them. He’s gracious. After all, if God is gracious enough not to spare his own Son for me, how will he not give me all things?

A Taste Of The Breakthrough, And Then A Return To Normal

I don’t know what Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy felt like after coming back from Narnia, but I think I’m starting to get an idea. In The Chronicles of Narnia, the four Pevensie children left our world and became kings and queens in the fantastic land of Narnia. They lived a lifetime there, only to come back at the same moment they left. They had changed in countless ways, but returned to find everything the same.

I’m feeling like that a bit today. Eleven weeks ago, on May 27th, I was driving north for the beginning of workshop at Camp Barakel. In those eleven weeks, I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime. I’ve been stretched in ways that I never thought possible. I’ve been pushed to the limit physically, emotionally, spiritually, and socially. I met, cared for, and said goodbye to 69 campers. I lost 18 pounds. I became extremely close to friends who I didn’t know existed three months ago. I’ve lived in a different world, and have now returned to the real one.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll adjust to the real world soon enough. I’ll get used to the inanity of advertising that seems to constantly surround me now and the fact that I actually spend large chunks of my day underneath a roof. But, like the Pevensie children, part of my heart will belong somewhere else until Christ returns and brings a new earth that is better than Camp Barakel ever could be.

We Love To Laugh, And We Love To Sing

I’m in the middle of my seventh week at Camp Barakel, and I’m still convinced this is the best place on earth.

One of my favorite things about Barakel is the intentionality of the music.  The songs we sing have been chosen before the summer for their singablity and theological depth.  There are about ten summer camp songs, and we sing them all summer long.

Twice a day, campers gather in the chapel and sing three or four of those songs.  In addition to actively singing, campers hear the same songs played on their way into the dining hall at every meal.  Over a week, most songs will become familiar; some will be memorized.

My campers last week were hard to control.  Most of my tribe talk times were spent trying to get my guys to stop playing with sticks and sit on the blanket for a few minutes.  But when they weren’t fighting with each other, my campers were singing camp songs.  That week, the camp songs may have been the only teaching my tribe took home with them.

They may not have grasped the meaning of what they were singing, but my campers can recite the gospel simply because of the way music is done at Camp Barakel.

It’s Week Four Already?

I arrived at Camp Barakel the day after Memorial Day, five weeks ago. It’s amazing what has happened since then. The other summer staff I met on that day have become some of my closest friends. A few of the full time staff have become trusted spiritual advisors. I’ve successfully led tribes of 8 and 11 boys without even one of them dying. May 28th seems like a lifetime ago.

Right now, I’m lying in bed in a room full of sleeping 3rd-6th grade boys whom I met a few hours ago. This week promises different challenges than I faces on the junior high side of the lake, but different rewards as well. About half an hour ago, the counsellors in Heritage Lodge met in the great room to pray for each other and our campers in what I hope will become a Barakel tradition. This week will be amazing.

After this week, there are 6 weeks until the summer is over. I got an email today with login information for my student account at a college whose city I have to move to once my time at Barakel is done. GRTS is a looming specter, easily forgotten in the north woods. Sometimes I want to just volunteer to wash dishes here for the rest if my life, with lodging and meals provided.

My mind is racing, and this post is turning into a directionless rant, and I really need to go to sleep. So, goodnight world.

May The Mind of Christ, My Savior

Nine days ago, I was about to get my first tribe of campers, and I was terrified. The counsellors gathered in the East Side Chapel, like they usually do, to sing a hymn and pray together right before the busses roll in.

The hymn we sang on that day was “May The Mind of Christ, My Savior” and it resonated with me. Then, the last verse stuck out:

May His beauty rest upon me
As I seek the most to win.
And may they forget the channel,
Seeking only Him.

Yesterday, the words to the same song found their way into my mailbox. I have no idea who put them there, or whether they were sent to each counsellor (I imagine they were). But for the last day and a half, I’ve carried around these words, occasionally pulling them out to let them encourage me.

The fifth verse is what sticks out to me today:

May I run the race before me,
Strong and brave to face the foe,
Looking only unto Jesus
As I onward go.

I have eleven campers, and I’m fighting sickness. This has been a difficult week for a few reasons, and it will only get more difficult if history is anything to learn from.

I’ve told a couple people that if I can survive this week, I can survive anything. And while that’s true, it’s also true that I can’t survive this week on my own power. I must look to Jesus for strength. He has put me in this position; he will give me the strength to finish this week and summer, looking to him as I go.