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A Good Death
[Someone I
know has just died of cancer]
In the Victorian era the great taboo was sex. Death, by
contrast, was an open topic, prominent in everyone's thinking and freely
discussed.
Today, it's the other way round. Sex is the everyday topic, with death the
great taboo. People are into death-denial, hoping maybe that a robust
enough pretence that it doesn't exist will somehow make it go away.
The secular Westerner defaults to the view that when you die you disappear
up the crematorium chimney in a puff of smoke, and that's it. No
afterlife. No judgment. No nothing. So let's get the funeral over, then we
can get busy again with living. We'll turn the radio on to churn out pop
music in the background and, with a bit of luck, death will retreat once
again to the fringes of our consciousness.
Death
as taboo has even touched Christians. In 'charismatic' circles especially,
where people believe in God's power to heal the sick, there's a tendency
to emphasise the healing option to the point where the possibility of
death is ignored. Usually, it's on the basis that to acknowledge it would
be the kind of 'negative confession' that allegedly puts a spanner in the
wheels of the healing mechanism.
A Christian acquaintance has just died of cancer. In the grim final stages
of the disease he was surrounded by well-meaning Christians who warned
visitors 'not to say anything negative' to him. By that they meant, 'Don't
mention death.' What a pity! By this blinkered attitude they robbed him of
the privilege of what an earlier generation of Christians called 'a good
death'.
And what is that? It's looking death straight in the eye with the
challenge, 'O death, where is your sting?'—on the grounds that Jesus, by
his own death, has drawn its sting. It's admitting, 'I'm on my way out,
folks, but death is for me just a curtain through which I'll soon step
right into the presence of the Lord I love, so be glad for me!' It's
gathering the family around, saying a bold goodbye to each one, with a
smile amid the tears and the reminder that we'll meet again in glory. It's
dispensing a blessing on those soon to be left behind. It's a satisfied,
'OK, Lord, now you can take me anytime you want.'
A good death inspires the bereaved family. It fills sons and daughters
with faith and hope. It reminds them that this life is no more than the
ante-room of the life to come, so they should work at keeping their
priorities right. Dying in denial, on the other hand, has harmful effects.
It leaves a flavour of 'unfinished business' in the air. It robs the
family of a warm, hope-filled leave-taking. It can destroy the faith of
vulnerable children who naively believe that the assurances of last-minute
healing must be fulfilled.
Denial of death is based on imbalanced doctrine. That the Lord is able to
heal, and does heal, no serious Bible-believer can deny. But that he
must heal, provided we press the right proof-text buttons and steer
clear of 'negative confessions' is nonsense. In this present age we have
merely 'tasted the powers of the coming age'; the full banquet,
where healing is permanent and death is no more, awaits the age to come,
after Christ's return. We err if we hold that none of the powers
of the coming age are available today. And we err just as much if we hold
that all of them are ours now. Death-denial comes in the latter
category and is a tragic error.
Let's be open to God's healing grace and, at the same time, recognise that
unless Jesus returns first, death is a prospect we all must face. And when
it comes, let's face it with dignity.

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Tatty Umbrella
[More alarm in
the news about a possible split in the C of E]
'Our worst faults,' one sage observed,
'are the ones we are either blind to or proud of.' The first we can
excuse; the second, never. Yet here is where the Church of England is most
at fault: it is for ever trumpeting its inclusivness as if it were a
virtue, when it is in fact a boil on its ecclesiastical backside.
Anglican inclusiveness, far from being something to boast of, is a cause
for shame. It makes the C of E like a pub where the barman
offers—alongside the beers, wines and spirits—bleach and turpentine. If
the toxic offerings are questioned he replies that the historic bar must
remain inclusive. And so we find elbowing each other, under
the Anglican umbrella, incense-swinging anglo-catholics, Bible-believing
evangelicals and resurrection-doubting liberals. I see no virtue whatever
in trying to keep them together for they have little, if anything, in
common, except the label 'Anglican'.
The issue has re-surfaced, of course, over the ordination of practising
homosexuals. Horrified Anglicans who hold to the C of E's scriptural basis
mutter about a breakaway to maintain the church's integrity, while from
under the same umbrella others lobby for an allegedly Christlike
inclusiveness that forbids us to 'judge our gay brothers'. Meanwhile, a
white-knuckled Archbishop of Canterbury grips the brolly's handle and
tries to placate all parties with waffle.
But unified the church is not. To pretend otherwise is to invite scorn.
And any claim that inclusiveness is Christlike is nonsense. Jesus didn't
go running after the Rich Young Ruler to bring him back with, 'I'm sorry I
was so judgmental. Please come and head up the church's Greedy Rich
department.' Sure, he welcomed sinners, but his word to them was, 'Go and
sin no more.' The C of E should not be welcoming practising gays into its
clergy, it should be expelling them from its pews.
In every generation the church has had to choose between unity and
truth—and up to now truth has generally come out on top. When a corrupt
Catholic Church proved unwilling to embrace the truth recovered by Luther
and Calvin, unity was rightly ditched in the birth of the Reformed
churches. When one of these, the C of E, showed itself too inflexible to
cater for Wesley's converts, unity once again gave way to truth and
Methodism was born. In the East, by contrast, unity has won the day. The
Orthodox Church, smug about its unbroken unity, continues to persecute
Christians of any other ilk and to suppress the truth, both doctrinal and
practical, revealed to later generations.
The choice between unity and truth remains. Before Christ's return we
should expect to see the church achieve both, but for now, it's time the
Church of England stopped its charade of unity. Let it split. Maybe those
from its ranks who honour God's Word will then be able to maintain a
credible testimony.

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The Asian
Tsunami Disaster
'Tsunami kills
150,000 in Asia on 26 December 2004.'
The world was shocked by the scale of this event and the
vast numbers killed. How can we explain such ‘natural disasters’ in the
light of our Christian faith and the teaching of the Bible?
These disasters stem from the fact that we live in a fallen
creation. When our first parents sinned in
Eden,
God, being just, had to punish sin. The way he did so is interesting.
First he pronounced a curse on the serpent (Satan); then he did the same
to Eve, who from now on would bear children in pain. But when he addressed
Adam the curse took an unexpected form:
‘Cursed is the ground
because of you…’[1]
The
word ‘ground’ in the original Hebrew is adam. That same
Hebrew word is also translated ‘man’—in fact Adam, the first man, was
named after the earth from which God had made him. This points to an
important truth that runs right through Scripture, namely, that
humanity and the earth are intimately connected. To be more specific,
it is humanity’s moral condition that affects the earth more
than anything else.[2]
Because of this connection, when Adam fell the whole of
creation fell with him. Ever since that time, creation has been in a
fallen condition and has been subject to phenomena that have often proved
harmful to its human occupants: earthquakes, volcanoes, floods etc. The
recent tsunami that swept so many to their death is yet another reminder
that this earth of ours is deeply affected by human sin.
This does not mean that the victims were more sinful that
anyone else or more deserving of judgment than the rest of us. The fact
is, as sinners we all deserve to die. It is only thanks to
God’s grace in Christ that salvation is freely available to all who will
accept it.
The earth can only be liberated from its fallenness as man
is liberated from his. To some extent that can take place now. A society
that upholds godly standards of morality on a broad scale can help
stabilise the created order. But not until Christ returns to put sin away
once and for all will the earth be totally freed from the inner turmoil
that causes natural disasters. Paul puts it this way:
‘All creation is waiting
eagerly for that future day when God will reveal who his children really
are. Against its will, everything on earth was subjected to God’s curse.
All creation anticipates the day when it will join God’s children in
glorious freedom from death and decay.’[3]
In other words, the connection between humanity and the
earth continues right to the end. When all sin is gone, when the curse is
lifted and our redemption is complete, then the natural order will also be
freed from the harmful phenomena that have tarnished its beauty.[4]
No more earthquakes, no more tsunamis then.
Notes
1.
See
Genesis 3,
especially v14-19
2.
See, for example,
Leviticus 26:3-4 where Israel is promised
the earth’s blessings (rain in season and fruitful ground) in response
to their moral obedience;
Hosea 4:1-3 where, because of Israel’s
rampant ungodliness ‘the land mourns’ in the sense that animals, birds
and fish die;
Isaiah 24:1, 3-6 where ‘the earth is
defiled by its people’—it suffers famine because of their immoral
behaviour;
Zephaniah 1:2-3 where the order of natural
disasters is a reversal of the order of creation in Genesis;
2 Chronicles 7:14 where, as the people
‘turn from their wicked ways’, God promises to ‘heal their land’ in
the sense of allow it to prosper agriculturally (this verse, contrary
to common usage, has nothing whatever to do with revival).
3.
Romans 8:19-21
New Living Translation

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A Natural
[Things comes more easily to some people than to others]
I’m just
back from the swimming pool. Swimming’s not my thing, really, but it’s good
exercise so I stick with it twice a week.
My wife, by
contrast, is a true water-baby. We enter the pool together and, while she
rattles off 65 lengths non-stop—that’s a mile—I struggle to do half that
number in the same time, puffing and panting and resting every couple of
lengths. Why is this?
Our backgrounds are one
factor. She loved water from her earliest childhood and in the summer
holidays would swim with friends in the local canal. Later she was a regular
at the swimming pool and in the sea. Though no-one ever taught her the
strokes she swims naturally and powerfully. She’s adventurous, too, and in
her early sixties had her first go at scuba diving in Greece.
My own water-background is utterly different. None of my
family could swim. My father, as a boy, ran home one day to announce that
the town’s first swimming pool had just opened. ‘Oh please, Mum, can I go?’
he begged, to which she replied, wagging her finger, ‘You’re not going in
the water until you can swim.’ Guess what: he never learnt—and never
encouraged me.
To compound my problem I had some bad water experiences as
a boy. Being pushed under does nothing for your confidence. Neither does a
heavy-handed gym teacher with no sympathy at all for the fears of a
twelve-year-old. Just the smell of chlorine as I approached the pool would
make me feel sick. Once I had
left school I stayed out of swimming pools till I was thirty-seven, when I
found myself in St Louis, Missouri, on a sizzling summer day at the home of
some folks with a pool in their back-yard. There, the desire to cool off in
the shallow end overcame my ever-present fear of drowning. The friend who
was cooling off with me, quickly realising I couldn’t swim, took it upon
himself to teach me, and by the end of the afternoon I was away. Better late
than never.
So I swim, but why do I puff and pant so? It’s not that
I’m unfit. Over the years I’ve run regularly, completing several half and
full marathons, and I still do regular power-walking, so there’s no
cardio-vascular problem. It must be a combination of two other factors. One
is that because I’m still uncomfortable with water I’m tense when I swim, in
spite of my best efforts to relax, and there’s nothing as tiring as tension.
The other is the inefficiency of my style. I’m never quite sure whether my
arm and leg movements are properly co-ordinated or whether I’m breathing
right. The more I think about it and make adjustments, the more awkward I
get, but if I try to let it happen naturally by thinking about something
else my style sinks to an even lower level of efficiency. So, all told, I’m
still a bit of a flop at swimming.
All this confirms my thesis that, in swimming or whatever,
some people are naturals and some are not.
I’m thinking that maybe it’s true also in matters of
Christian doctrine and practice. Personally, I’m a bit of a plodder here,
too. Convinced that God has overseen the production and transmission of Holy
Scripture as the source of all we believe and do, I’ve got to be totally
convinced of the biblical rightness of any position. That can involve me in
lots of reading, not only of the Bible, but of the works of writers with
opposing views, requiring time and effort.
Take, for example, the issue of the role of women in the
home and in the church. It has taken me the best part of a lifetime to reach
a settled egalitarian position. Having reached it, I’ll defend it to the
hilt. But just as, at the pool, I look across and see my wife swimming like
a fish, natural that she is, and making me look clumsy, I look across the
waters of doctrine and ecclesiology to see some Christians reaching the same
egalitarian convictions with virtually no effort at all. They have
intuitively sensed that the trajectory of Scripture heads in that direction
so, instead of following me round all the tortuous exegetical and
hermeneutical side-roads they have taken a cross-country short cut to arrive
there not only long before me but also less puffed.
Ah well! We are who we are and I know that, for myself,
I’ll forever be a slave to my need to follow the side-roads. I take comfort
in the thought that maybe some of the short-cut ‘naturals’ may, in moments
of doubt about the legitimacy of their destination, seek me out to be
assured that it’s OK.

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