Many of the newsletters and articles that I’ve written
throughout 2007 have been a repetitive reminder to the church that these days
call for an upgrade in our discernment. I’m convinced that we must vigorously
test the spirits (1 John 4:1-4) to see whether their messages originate in God.
We do this both to guard ourselves from swallowing that which is toxic AND to
avoid dismissing that which is essential. Sifting for truth enables us to watch
for and watch out: we want all that
God has for us—we want only what God
has for us.
That being said, one of my intercessors alerted me to the
distinction between two types of discerning watchers. In prayer, she was shown the
vast difference between those whom God has appointed as “watchmen” and those
who’ve appointed themselves as “watchdogs.”
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Cynical Prophets and Prophetic Cynics
In recent years, I’ve had the joy of pastoring many fine
prophets, some highly gifted, some deeply wounded, and some with a potent
combination of gifts and grief. I’ve know the sorrow of watching broken prophets
decline into cynicism and the joy of walking cynics forward into their true
calling as prophets. In some ways, cynics and prophets are exactly opposite; in
other ways, there are virtually identical. Maybe they are the flesh and spirit
manifestation of the same gift.
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“He was on me. Pounding my face. Threatening to kill me if I screamed. His hand across my mouth muffled my cries. I bite down, hard. His dirty hand flew from my lips and I could taste his blood on my tongue. I parted my mouth to scream fire for help but no one responds. His fist drove into my face again and again. I shut up. I feel him inside. I feel him inside. I wish I was beautiful. I want to be wanted. Why am I here? In the shadows, on my back, the tearing between my legs. I want to live. I am nothing. Why? He is standing now, and I am crying, he says something about killing me. He walks away and I cower, bleeding and ripped. Who will care, who loves me?”
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On Saturn, a planet far, far away lived a large group of Reddenbops
that drooled over anything red.
Their chubby cheeks and furry bellies
could make anyone laugh and their Red Rock Palace was a breathtaking sight
to behold. There lived the King and Queen Reddenbop with all their expensive
red objects and glistening red fur. No one was redder than the King and
Queen and their palace was heaven to the eyes of all the Reddenbops.
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I
was meditating on perceptions about God's voice that float around out there. To
some, their experience of the prophetic message has been harsh, judgemental,
and condemning. They relate strongly to wrath-of-God texts and visualize
roaring, hairy prophets and flying spittle. Indeed, I’ve run into many a
bleeding lamb who suffered abuse at the rod of messengers purporting to speak
for God.
Others
encounter a version of God's voice that seems too nice, continually evoking
God’s love in syrupy forms that seem as banal as a “Precious Moments” figurine
(and just as apt to sit dusty on a shelf). I received two emails this week that
challenged me on that, warning me against hearing and teaching a sugar-coated version
of Christ as we engage in “listening prayer.” As I’ve tried to discern the real
issue in the company of some wise counsellors, what came was a balanced
acknowledgement that the voice of Christ is both sweet and salty, but neither
bitter nor sour (Rev. 10:10 notwithstanding).
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When it comes to discernment, we are and should be like the mysticeti. What are the mysticeti? Some sort of mystical magi? Not at all... that's just the technical name for our friends, the baleen whales. I believe that with those great baleen strainers of theirs, they have the corner on discernment and we might learn from them.
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Originally presented at South Langley Mennonite Brethren Church, April 29,
2001.
Love to God and love to neighbor are like two doors that
open simultaneously, so that it is impossible to open the one without opening
the other, and impossible to shut one without also shutting the other. –Søren
Kierkegaard
Introduction
The Anglican apologist C.S. Lewis wrote of reading George Macdonald for the
first time, and knowing he had just crossed a great frontier. About ten years
ago, I was asked to review René Girard's Violence and the Sacred (1977), and
felt a similar sense of having encountered a "great frontier". Evangelical
author Donald Dayton wrote of so connecting to Karl Barth's Church Dogmatics
that he fairly had to go out for regular walks during reading them to burn off
the excess energy. Likewise, in engaging Thanksgiving weekend the recent
anthology of Girard's works entitled The Girard Reader
(1996) while accompanying my sons salmon fishing on the Chilliwack River, at
times it was all I could do to restrain myself from overwhelming the roar of
that river - and totally embarrassing my sons! - with wild cries of
YEEESSS!!!
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