It’s sunday morning, I haven’t posted anything meaningful in a while… right now the tea kettle is screaming at me, i’m watching Escape From the Planet of the Apes on AMC, and I’m about to head to church early to get things set up for leah and I to lead worship.
We broke down and bought ourselves bikes. To use less gas getting to work (without having to walk). To get in some exercise. So that we’ll be able to register and insure our car as a “pleasure” vehicle as opposed to an “all-purpose” vehicle and therefore save $50 a month on insurance.
Because I moved away and couldn’t finish up my two classes at North Greenville by correspondence, I’m finishing up my degree through the Liberty DLP. What sucks is that my Hermeneutics class at NGC transfered in as that at Liberty, but Hermeneutics is an upper level class at Liberty. So I’m taking this required class called “Inductive Bible Study.” Which is basically the same as Hermeneutics at NGC. I’m basically doing the same assignments that I did in Dr. Murray’s class a few years ago. But, I’ll finally be done in may.
I’m considering different options for Graduate school… I’m thinking I may go a head and try to do the MDiv through Liberty’s DLP, because I can’t find another one with a decent long distance/online program.
After that, I’m considering getting a ThM so that I might be able to get a teaching gig while I work on a PhD… maybe those are all just pipe dreams, but I’ve really been thinking hard about going all the way… I’ve got a few years to figure out how and where I’ll cross those bridges…
This is from N. T. Wright’s Surprised by Hope, p.199-200, it especially made me think:
To suppose that we are saved, as it were, for our own private benefit, for the restoration of our own relationship with God (vital though that is!), and for our eventual homecoming and peace in heaven (misleading though that is!) is like a boy being given a baseball bat as a present and insisting that since it belongs to him, he must always and only play with it in private. But of course you can only do what you’re meant to do with a baseball bat when you’re playing with other people. And salvation only does what it’s meant to do when those who have been saved, are being saved, and will one day fully be saved realize that they are saved not as souls but as wholes and not for themselves alone but for what God now longs to do through them.
So apparently Fred Phelps and his Westbouro Baptist Church is planning to picket the funeral of the guy who was brutally murdered on a Greyhound bus last week. In case you didn’t hear about it, on the late night bus from Edmonton, Alberta to Winnipeg, Manitoba, a 22 year old man on his way home was stabbed to death and then beheaded in an act of random violence. The bus had 37 people on board. It was really tragic and disturbing. The family of the victim didn’t know that it was their loved one who was the victim until a reporter came to their door nearly 24 hours later. The police delayed telling them for some reason.
So Fred Phelps and his church think that it is their God-given duty to make it even harder for the family and friends of this guy. Honestly, I’m tired of this church and their brutal, uncompassionate ways. It is an embarrassment, to say the least. Its one thing to speak out against unrighteousness and oppression. Its a completely different thing to pick on those who are most oppressed in the name of Christ. Where is the hope that the New Testament so passionately speaks of?? Where is the salvation that Christ offered on the cross?? Where is the love that we are supposed to have for our neighbors??