Reading, Writing, and…Theology?

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“You have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children” (Matt. 11:25 ESV).

Important lessons
Elementary school is where it all begins—where the rubber meets the road, so to speak. Nothing you really think you know matters until you get to school and learn what the “real world” is all about.

I remember my first day of first grade. Barbara Roberts and I were sitting next to each other. For some long-forgotten reason I decided to push her. “Miss” Janie (actually Mrs. Janie) saw my indiscretion and promptly told me, “We don’t push people here.” I learned my lesson and life in first grade went on. Ready for day two.

If only the rest of life were that simple. If I always learned my lesson the first time around, I’d be much better off. Often, however, I have to be taught the same principle over and over before it finally sinks in. Without trying too hard, I can think of several very good examples of where this has happened in my life.

Stuck in a spiritual rut
Becoming a Christian is very similar to our school years. As new Christians we all start out as little children, only able to comprehend the most basic truths about God—that He created us, then provided salvation from our sin by becoming a man in Christ Jesus. It is only through study and the accumulation of many of life’s lessons that we grow in God and start to become what He wants us to be.

The problem is that many us never get past first or second grade in our spiritual lives. I know I’ve spent many years repeating the same spiritual grades over and over. By now I should probably be many years ahead—I think in a lot of ways I’m still stuck in elementary school, however.

Paul talks about this very problem in his letter to the church at Corinth. He writes, “But I, brothers, could not address you as spiritual people, but as people of the flesh, as infants in Christ. I fed you with milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for it. And even now you are not yet ready” (1 Cor. 3:1-2 ESV).

Childlike faith is the answer
God obviously wants us to grow in Christ. I think the key to this growth is to come humbly to Him just as a child would.

When His disciples were arguing over who would be the greatest in Heaven, Jesus used a nearby child as an example: “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven” (Matt 18:3-4 ESV).

The innocence and fresh outlook of children is why the opening verse of this article rings true. God reveals His truths to those who are humble enough to set aside what they think they know and become like little children who are just beginning their quest for knowledge.

When you’re six or seven years old, you’re wide open to instruction. You don’t yet have the weight of a lifetime of worldly experiences jading your outlook on life. Children trust their parents and teachers because God made them that way out of necessity. As children, we could not survive if we didn’t have others to protect and instruct us.

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Our spiritual lives are no different. If we don’t begin our Christian walk humbly as little children, it is impossible for us to grow into the kind of mature Christian God wants us to be. We can’t start at the top. It doesn’t work in our earthly lives, whether at school or at work, and it doesn’t work in our spiritual lives.

As Peter tells us, “Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation—if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good” (1 Peter 2:2-3 ESV).

We must continue our journey—seeking God’s truth daily. Then one glorious day we’ll graduate with honors and walk not across a stage to receive a diploma, but on streets of gold hand in hand with Jesus our Savior.

Philippians 4: The Original Cognitive Therapy

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A good day

I discovered the book on the first Saturday in May several years ago. Derby Day for those of you familiar with horse racing. The giant of horse races runs on this spring day every year—the Kentucky Derby, AKA The Run For the Roses.

On this particular Derby Day the clouds had opened up and drenched our area with rain. With nothing in particular I had to do that afternoon, I decided to visit my local library before the big race. I began perusing the rows of wonderful books, finding myself in the self-help section of the nonfiction books.

That is where I found it—Feeling Good by Dr. David D. Burns. The title alone immediately drew me in. Who doesn’t want to feel good? Finding a cozy spot in the library I nestled in and began reading my new find.

I found the book so engaging that I checked it out from the library, later buying my own copy.

And that was my first real introduction to the basics of cognitive therapy.

 

Cognitive therapy? What’s that?

Merriam-Webster defines cognitive therapy as “psychotherapy especially for depression that emphasizes the substitution of desirable patterns of thinking for maladaptive or faulty ones.”

On its website, the Center for Cognitive Therapy describes the treatment in a way that’s easier to understand: “Cognitive Therapy is based on the premise that what we think affects our emotions, what we choose to do or avoid, and our physiological reactions…In fact, most situations remain neutral until we assign meaning based on how we interpret the situation.”

In a nutshell, Dr. Burns’ book describes how our feelings of depression are not actually rooted in reality, but rather in our perceptions of reality—false conclusions we make about ourselves and our circumstances.

 

OK—so how does it work?

Dr. Burns’ self-help approach to overcoming these feelings has several steps.

For example, if I’m feeling depressed and worthless because my boss passed me over for a promotion, the first step is to identify the Automatic Thought that is behind those feelings (Burns 29). In this case the thought might be something like, “I’ve missed out on another promotion. I’m worthless—I’ll never get ahead.”

Then I need to label the negative thought as one or more types of Cognitive Distortion—the illusion I have allowed myself to believe, which actually has no basis in reality. Dr. Burns lists 10 different Cognitive Distortions in his book (32). This thought of failure and worthlessness could be labeled as Overgeneralization. My mind took one setback and turned it into a pattern of lifetime defeat (Burns 33).

Once I have the identified and labeled the negative thought, I need to replace it with a Rational Response. I could say to myself something like, “That’s just one promotion. It’s not the end of the world. They’ll be other promotions to work for. Besides, I’m certainly not worthless.”

That’s how self-help cognitive therapy works. Dr. David Burns is a pretty smart guy for having figured all this out.

 

And God said, “Let there be cognitive therapy”

With all due respect to Dr. Burns, however, God is a whole lot smarter.

He drafted the blueprint for self-help cognitive therapy 2000 years ago in the fourth chapter of Paul’s letter to the Philippians. Here we will find God’s instructions to us—via the hand of Paul—for handling the depression, anxiety, and fear of everyday life.

Philippians 4:4 begins God’s plan for correcting our faulty thinking. The first bit of advice Paul writes is to “Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice.” If we cannot take joy in God—the Creator of the entire universe and the Savior of our souls—then nothing will help us.

In the following verse we’re told that God is near to us always (Phil. 4:5b); we’re to understand and take to heart that we’re not alone.

These two verses should form the bedrock of our self-help ritual.

 

Where the rubber meets the road

In Philippians 4:6 we find the beginning of the heart of cognitive therapy. “[D]o not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.”

God commands us to have no anxiety. None. Zilch. But how are we supposed to do this you might ask. After all, each of us is bombarded on a daily basis with the stresses and strains of life—there is no escaping it.

The first key is to trust God, letting Him know our requests through the triple weapons of prayer, supplication, and thanksgiving.

On her podcast, bible teacher Kay Arthur elaborates on the key differences between these three important concepts.

According to Ms. Arthur, the word translated as “prayer” in verse 6 means general prayer to God in the original Greek. She explains that we should first simply talk to God, focusing on who He is—the fact that He’s sovereign and omniscient, and that He’s the One who promises everything in our lives will work together for good if we’re a believer in Christ.

She continues by explaining that supplication means making a specific request for our present needs.  When we’re fearful or anxious about a situation, ask God for help with the situation—whatever it may be.

Finally, be thankful. Stop and realize that you have Jesus for this situation—therefore you have access to the Father and everything you need for this and all other stressful situations in life. Your life is in His hands.

Fear, worry, and anxiety are the result of wrong thinking contrary to God’s word. They are also key causes of depression. Just like Dr. Burns’ method to identify and label the Automatic Thought—prayer, supplication, and thanksgiving enable us to grab hold of our fears, worries, and anxieties and hand them over to God for Him to take care of.

 

Finish strong

Verse 8 of Philippians 4 is the lock-in (similar to a grind-in if you’ve been involved in Emotional Brain Training (EBT), a form of cognitive therapy), tying everything together by keeping us focused on the positive things in life. Paul tells us to keep our minds trained on things that are true, honorable, just, pure, lovely, commendable, excellent, and praiseworthy.

God designed us, so He knows our minds cannot remain empty for long. It is imperative to put something in place of our worries, fears, and anxieties or else they will creep right back in.

That’s why we’re commanded to think about positive, uplifting things—the sunshine peeking out after a morning rain; a fresh blanket of new snow; a full moon on a cold, clear night; a baby’s innocent smile; or even lighter-than-normal traffic on your morning commute.

On a recent podcast concerning Philippians 4, Pastor J.P. Jones teaches that if we want the peace of God that surpasses all understanding, then we must be “peace makers, peace receivers, peace thinkers, and peace practicers.”

Philippians 4:8 represents a strong parallel to the final piece of Dr. Burns’ self-help cognitive therapy method. The only significant difference is the terminology. We’re labeling the negative Automatic Thought what it really is—fear, worry, and anxiety, and instead of substituting it with a Rational Response, we’re filling our minds with all the good, positive, uplifting things about the world we live in.

So we see that Dr. Burns was definitely onto something great when he wrote Feeling Good. Only God beat him to it by a couple thousand years.

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Work Cited

Burns, David D. Feeling Good: The New Mood Therapy. Harper, 1999.

 

5 Suggestions For the New Year…With a Twist (Plus 2 Bonus Suggestions)

Everybody likes lists, right? Well, in no particular order here’s my list of New Year’s suggestions (nobody sticks to resolutions), but with a slight twist. Rather than focusing on ways to better ourselves in the new year (such as getting into shape, saving more money, etc.), my suggestions will take our eyes off ourselves and onto bettering our fellow man.

1.  Pray for our leaders

Our leaders are human just like the rest of us, so they need our prayers to help them make wise choices in governing our nation. We’ll have a new President in less than a month, and he’ll definitely need the prayers of all of us. May we seek God to grant him wisdom for the sake of our nation and all of God’s people around the world.

2.  Perform random acts of kindness

This one gets mentioned a lot throughout the year anyway, but now is as good a time as any to remember that there are people all around us who are hurting. A little kindness in the form of a smile or a few polite words can go a long way when someone feels all alone in the world. You may simply tip a little extra at your favorite coffee shop. Or for more of a challenge, try to say one uplifting thing to someone each day.

3.  Volunteer to serve in your church or community

Most churches routinely run short of volunteers. Why not try your hand in the kids’ ministry or on the tech crew? Or you may want to help out at a local homeless shelter serving warm meals to those in need. Many communities offer an after-school tutoring program where you can serve kids. The possibilities are endless.

4.  Get to know someone new

Introduce yourself to that quiet guy who works in another department at work. Or strike up a conversation with a stranger while you’re waiting in line at the grocery store. You never know where it may lead. And if you never see each other again, you may at least have brought a little joy into someone’s life for a few moments. Try to do this at least once or twice a week.

5.  Be the person you look for others to be

Go the extra mile in your daily life. Pick up that stray piece of trash in the park. At home, wash the dishes if you see them stacked up in the sink. Organize the office to take up a donation or to cook meals when a coworker is sick. When you see a need, don’t wait for someone else to fill it. Take the initiative and be that someone yourself.

 

These suggestions aren’t for the direct benefit of our own selves, but we can’t consistently give to others without in return bettering our own lives.

 
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Now, I have two bonus suggestions intended for ourselves that are more along the lines of traditional New Year’s resolutions.

6.  Memorize two bible verses a week

Pick two verses that are meaningful to you and commit them to memory. You might take one from the Old Testament and one from the New Testament. Do whatever works for you. At the end of the year you’ll have over 100 verses memorized! If memorizing just one verse a week works better for you, then do that instead.

 

7.  Make a reading list of 10-15 books for the year

These could be whatever kind of books you want, but I recommend they inspire you and cause you to think. Maybe you like biographies, or perhaps an intriguing novel is more to your liking. Select spiritual books, or even books of poetry. Just make the list and commit to reading your way through it this year. Even if don’t read everything on your list, you’ll be better for trying.

 

Your turn!

What about you? Do you have any special or unique New Year’s “Suggestions”?

Leave me a comment and let me know.

God’s Guidance Down Life’s Roadway

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Have you ever wondered why God doesn’t just speak plainly to us?

If you’re like me you often find yourself wishing that God would use an audible voice and just tell us what to do. “Bob, you need to go ahead and take that job in Atlanta. You’ll be much happier there.” Or, “Susan, didn’t I tell you just the other day you needed to get rid of that no-good, freeloader boyfriend of yours? Now go ahead and break it off. Go ahead.”

Well, God generally doesn’t do that. So, on those ultra-rare occasions when I believe God is saying something to me directly, I sit up and take notice.

One of those occasions occurred today.

I believe God revealed something important to me early this morning when I was in a semi-conscious dream state somewhere between waking and sleep. Is it a coincidence that yesterday I saw the headline to an article about how God speaks to us in our dreams?

In this dream-like state I was driving. I had just turned onto a main thoroughfare in town and was heading downtown. The realization hit me that although both my destination and my route were set, individual details regarding my driving were left up to me.

God had chosen this particular road for me to follow to my destination, but any number of different scenarios could occur involving different lanes, different rates of speed, etc.

This short drive compares to how God leads and guides us. He may give us a destination or a mission , but the individual moves to get there are ours to make. We determine which lane to drive in and when we’re need to change lanes; how fast to drive; and even which sights along the road to pay attention to.

And God is OK with us making these kinds of decisions along the way. He doesn’t care what lane we’re in, or if we drive with one hand or two. We can follow the car in front of us closely, or fall back a little. He gives us this kind of leeway.

Furthermore, if we’re living (driving) in accordance with God’s purpose for our life, then He will aid us along the way, often smoothing out traffic, opening up lanes, giving us good weather and scenic views. Of course, the way won’t always be smooth and without potholes, but He often does supernaturally work things out behind the scenes to help advance our course.

What I think this means for us is that we have a substantial amount of say in how our lives live out, even living within God’s will.

For example, I want to become a successful writer with a full-time writing career and income to match it. I believe that God is OK with me making choices along the way as to what I write and when. I can focus on a novel right now, or maybe short stories, or perhaps freelancing. All this is fine so long as I remain in prayer and humility before God, putting Him first in my life.

This realization is very freeing, but also a little scary.

I like the idea of freedom in what I write, but this freedom also intimidates me with the myriad of options available to pursue. Trusting in God is critical at this point. By remaining tight with Him, we don’t need to fear, but instead can relax and enjoy our journey along the way.

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“Whether your platform is huge, or you’re working in obscurity, you need to ask yourself, ‘Am I fulfilling my assignment?’”

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Jehovah’s (False) Witnesses

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“Come over here for a second. I want to show you something.” My coworker, a devout Jehovah’s Witness, summoned me to his work area.

Generally, I try to avoid any sort of in-depth conversation with him, because the subject always gravitates toward his deeply-held beliefs. This belief system, by the way, is dictated by the Governing Body of Jehovah’s Witnesses, using the New World Translation (their translation of the Bible) and the interpretation thereof. The tenets of the Jehovah’s Witnesses faith are disseminated throughout their worldwide membership from their headquarters in Brooklyn, New York.

As soon as I heard him say he wanted to show me something, I knew it would be something related to the JW religion.

In this case, he wanted to show me a video the media arm of the organization had produced that describes God’s wishes for the marriage relationship. With all the LGBTQ headlines in the news lately, this certainly has been hot topic.

I was somewhat surprised by the JW video’s content. It was interesting how closely much of the short video agrees with the interpretation of scripture that most evangelicals would hold. The Jehovah’s Witnesses espouse a one man/one woman marriage, denouncing other types of unions.

The video quoted several different verses which, of course, were taken from their New World Translation (which has been proven inaccurate many times – here, here, and here just to reference a few). The cartoon mother in the video even references “the resurrection”.

However, the mention of Jesus as God was blatantly missing, as was the concept of salvation by faith in Jesus alone. In fact, the video says that we can someday go to “Paradise” if we follow God’s guidelines, completely leaving Jesus out of the picture.

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Watching the video made me think of the passage in scripture where the scribes accuse Jesus of being demonically possessed by Beelzebul because of his own ability to cast out demons. He retorts the scribes and explains the impossibility of their accusation. “And if Satan has risen up against himself and is divided, he cannot stand, but is coming to an end” (Mark 3:26 ESV).

If we believe the Jehovah’s Witnesses religion/cult was engineered by the dark side (which I do), then at first look the organization appears to be working against itself. Even though the JW’s are missing key beliefs that are necessary for the Christian faith, isn’t their positive message (such as in this video) working against the cult’s overall insidious intent? Are you confused yet?

Much of the group’s theology agrees with evangelical beliefs, and to some degree has probably brought its adherents closer to God, at least as they themselves see it. Perhaps the organization’s work actually ignites in its followers a passion to search for and cling to God the Father. And because these people seek God, they are more likely to do good works for others and to live an overall more moral life.

All this sounds good until you realize that anybody who seeks God in this way, without looking to Jesus his Son for salvation, is missing the boat entirely. Without salvation in Christ alone as the fundamental piece of their faith, everything else is for nought. They have denied him as Lord and Savior and instead tried to attain righteousness in accordance with man’s interpretation of morality.

Perhaps the dark side is willing to let morality and good works be an outcome of the JW organization, so long as its adherents never come to a saving belief in the deity of Jesus Christ. Indeed, that might be the ultimate win for that side — deceiving people into thinking they are truly seeking God, doing the right things, improving their lives, etc., when in actuality all that effort is for nothing.

“Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me’” (John 14:6 ESV).

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Metal or Mozart: Musical Musings From Marxism to Mice

Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.

                                                       – Plato, The Republic

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Music has always played a huge role in my life, even when I was a little kid. At about age seven I began listening to pop and disco music, and then in middle school began venturing into harder acts like KISS and AC/DC. I discovered Def Leppard in 8th grade and was immediately hooked on their hard yet melodic sound. They opened up a whole new world of music to me. By the time I’d begun high school I was listening almost entirely to heavy metal. At least this is what it was called it at the time. Purists would probably term it pop metal or glam metal, or the awful term “hair metal.” I wasn’t into the heavier bands like Metallica and Megadeth and definitely wasn’t into the death metal or thrash scene.

From early in the morning to late at night music has always been an essential part of who I am. In middle school I felt so grown up staying up late at night with the volume cranked up on my headphones. I’ve always identified mostly with heavy metal and disco, the music that has provided the anthem to my life. I’ve often imagined my life as a movie or a music video, with intense, high energy music accompanying the images on the screen.

Things began to change for me, however, after I became a Christian as a sophomore in high school. I soon realized that the heavy metal I was so involved with was not honoring God. I couldn’t reconcile my new beliefs with metal’s rebellious and often violent message, so I gradually quit listening to it. My bedroom walls had been plastered with pictures I had cut out from Circus and Hit Parader. Soon I took down all these images of the bands I idolized.

Less than a year after accepting Christ into my life I felt a strong conviction to remove all secular pop and rock music from my life. I had attended a presentation that vividly illustrated the darker side of rock music, including sinful and satanic-inspired song lyrics, backward masking (I still don’t know if I believe that was a real thing or not), and simply the hedonistic beliefs and lifestyles of the musicians themselves. I also read a couple of books covering basically the same subject: the evils of rock music and the negative impact it has on those who indulge in it.

I ultimately threw out all my records and cassettes of the music I’d loved, and also changed the presets on my car radio. Jazz, classical, and easy listening became the music that filled my ears and my life for the next few months.

The combination of my new Christian beliefs and my simultaneous separation from pop and rock music put a definite strain on my relationships. In particular, my old friends, the ones with whom I used to drink and carry on, did not understand my choices. I made a lot of mistakes with those friends during this time, and probably came off as someone holier-than-thou who looked down on them.

Through a series of events I ultimately began listening to pop music again. I had been totally out of the loop on current music for several months. I vividly remember the first time hearing “Conga” by Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine. While it was new to me, my friends were already familiar with it. For a while afterwards I’d occasionally hear a song that I thought was new, but that everyone else already heard. I’d then realize that it had been released during the time when I had had no exposure to popular music.

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The reason for so much detail on these events is because this pop music/no pop music cycle has recurred several times throughout my life. Without fail, at those times in my life when I rededicated my life to God I would ultimately renew my commitment to abstain from secular pop and rock music. It’s never been easy. In fact, during those times without hard driving music, I’ve usually felt a void in my life at some level.

More than once, after only listening to jazz, classical, or Christian music for a number of months and then making the decision once again to tune into a rock station, I’ve suddenly felt very alive and vital upon hearing the old familiar sound again. It was as if energy and vibrancy were suddenly injected into me.

One time in particular, my radio landed on Stevie Nicks’ “Edge of Seventeen” after an extended period of only listening to Christian music. I happened to be driving down the highway at about 60 or 70 mph when it came on. It felt fantastic not only to hear rock music again, but to rock out to one of my all-time favorite songs while cruising down the road. It was almost like an addict getting his drug of choice after a long period of sobriety.

In this repeating pattern the quality of my spiritual state and closeness to God have determined to what degree I’ve listened to secular pop and rock music (or even wanted to listen to it). Just as I realize in my heart that I need to remain close to God and walk with Him every day, I also realize that when I really search myself, deep down I realize that I shouldn’t expose myself (my heart and my mind) to the messages found in the world’s pop and rock. If in my heart I didn’t see a problem with this music, why else would I shun it when I’m at my closest with my Creator? I’ve been unable to get this thought out of my head all these years.

Unfortunately, this thought/conviction has never been strong enough to keep me away from pop and rock entirely. In recent years I’ve rocked out to a lot of music that I should have avoided: Motley Crue, Poison, Scorpions, AC/DC, Guns N’ Roses, Whitesnake, Billy Squier, Def Leppard, and many others. Those are the harder, edgier acts that have dominated my listening over the years, but I have also dedicated much ear-time to a myriad of more mainstream pop music acts that have been popular since the 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s. The struggle has been very real for me over the years.

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My journey with secular music contrasts somewhat with that of Bethany Allen-Ebrahimian. I found her recent article concerning the death of pop icon Prince very interesting, although somewhat troubling. The premise of the article is her description of how his death helped her overcome a restrictive upbringing that prevented her from experiencing secular music. By her admission, she had had no real exposure to Prince and naturally didn’t know any of his songs before his death.

Ms. Allen-Ebrahimian tells us that she was raised in “a kind of conservative American Christianity that eschews what it calls ‘secular culture’”, including music. After experimenting with listening to popular music several years ago, including Linkin Park, Staind, Rihanna, and Beyonce, she concluded that pop music isn’t so bad after all. She writes, “Some of the lyrics moved me to tears. Some made me feel like dancing. Others made me feel like I could conquer the world.” I completely understand where she’s coming from. Lyrics can be very powerful stuff. Hence my decades-long struggle reconciling my actions with my convictions.

She writes how she watched some of Prince’s videos on YouTube for the first time. This was the troubling part of the article to me because of her use of religious imagery in describing his music. She tells us that Prince’s guitar solo on “Purple Rain” sounds “like a revelation from heaven”. Fans crowded around the stage at his performance at Super Bowl XLI are described as “penitents.” These fans sang with Prince “like the faithful gathered together after the Day of Judgment, singing songs of praise forevermore as one.”

Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’m far from perfect. However, I hope that I would never attempt to elevate pop music performers to the status of spiritual figures, especially given what I know and believe to be the truth about God and Christianity — the same knowledge that I’m sure Ms. Allen-Ebrahimian also has, given her apparent upbringing.

Perhaps she isn’t placing Prince on the same level as God. Maybe it’s that God is a big and easy target to imitate. I hope this is the case.

Going back to my own struggles for a moment, if I really believe that God doesn’t want me to listen to secular music, and particularly heavy metal, I have to ask myself why this is the case. Since I was a teenager and first felt convicted of listening to this music, I’ve realized how damaging and downright evil some of this music is.

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A day or so after reading Ms. Allen-Ebrahimian’s article I came across this article by Jeffrey Steinberg. It really made me stop and think.

One of Steinberg’s premises is that there exists a well-organized, global, leftist, Marxist faction bent on using mind control to create a cultural paradigm shift in the world. Children, in particular, are the targets of their efforts.

Steinberg’s entire article is quite thought-provoking, but two very interesting quotes in it stand out. Steinberg provides a lengthy quote by Lord Bertrand Russell from Russell’s 1951 work, The Impact of Science on Society. Russell was one of the main players in the Frankfurt School, an extremely left-leaning group with Marxist/Freudian beliefs that was formed early last century and remains very active to this day.

In the quote used by Steinberg, Russell describes how Pavlov’s and Freud’s work in physiology and psychology opened the door for using science to help bring about the desired cultural paradigm shift mentioned above. Russell believed that mass psychology would become quite important in the political arena, and that in fact modern methods of propaganda had already increased the importance of mass psychology. Russell says of these methods:

Of these the most influential is what is called “education.” Religion plays a part, though a diminishing one; the press, the cinema, and the radio play an increasing part…. It may be hoped that in time anybody will be able to persuade anybody of anything if he can catch the patient young and is provided by the State with money and equipment.

Then consider the following quote by Theodor Adorno concerning modern music. Along with Russell, Adorno was also a major figure in the Frankfurt School. Steinberg quotes Adorno from Adorno’s 1948 work The Philosophy of Modern Music:

It is not that schizophrenia is directly expressed therein; but the music imprints upon itself an attitude similar to that of the mentally ill. The individual brings about his own disintegration….Its concern is to dominate schizophrenic traits through the aesthetic consciousness. In so doing, it would hope to vindicate insanity as true health.

According to Steinberg, Adorno is arguing “that the purpose of modern music is to literally drive the listener insane.” That’s a harsh statement, but it would seem justified if these quotes truly represent the intent of the Frankfurt School and its fellow Marxists. What should we do with this information if it is indeed true?

Reading Steinberg’s article and pondering these quotes certainly makes me stop and think about the music I’ve lent so much of my mind and body to over the course of my lifetime. Exactly what is popular music’s true intent? Is there an insidious design behind the music of Prince and Boston? Does listening to Taylor Swift and Drake unconsciously influence me to adopt a more liberal/Marxist paradigm of thought? This might provide a whole new depth of meaning to Prince’s “Let’s Go Crazy.”

Finally, consider this seemingly very well-conducted and well-documented science project by 17-year-old David Merrell from Virginia. His two experiments over consecutive years illustrate the apparent impact that different music has on mice trying to learn a maze.

In short, over a four-week period mice exposed to Mozart dramatically cut their average maze run times to around 18% of their baseline measurement. The control group (which listened to no music at all) also greatly improved, cutting their average times roughly in half. A third group of mice listened only to hard rock (Anthrax to be specific), and over the same four-week period their average run times tripled from their baseline measurement.

David admittedly made several mistakes the first time he ran the experiment, but there was one significant finding from that first flawed attempt. He had divided the mice into three different groups, but kept the mice from each individual group confined together. He actually had to end the first year’s experiment after only three weeks because the hard rock group had become so violent that only one mouse out of the original six was still alive. In his remarks given at a symposium on using classical music in education, David said:

It was rather interesting, because the mice, they just – they seemed to be so discontent, one with another, and they would separate themselves from the other mice. And then, they’d just turn around, and kill one of the other mice. Whereas, the Classical mice and the Control mice, they were perfectly fine with one another. They didn’t have any problems whatsoever. It was interesting.

David revised his methods and ran the experiment again the next year, analyzing the data with the help of Dr. Michael Doviak, Assistant Professor in the Department of Mathematics and Statistics at Old Dominion University. Key differences this time were that he used a larger number of mice to allow for statistical analysis, and that he kept all the mice in individual cages.

An interesting and significant observation about this second experiment is that a week after it was complete, the hard rock mice still fought with each other if they were all put in one cage. The classical and control groups did not. David remarked, “it [hard rock] seemed not only to affect their ability to learn, but their ability to cope, one with another.”

Here’s one final remark by young David Merrell. It was a real eye-opener to me:

Something very interesting is that these mice could not understand the lyrics, but the music alone was bad enough, much less the lyrics, which the people are subjected to, but the mice weren’t. And, that’s something that I think is pretty significant as well.

If hard rock/heavy metal can apparently impact mice so dramatically, what does that mean for me? For you? Should we all listen to more classical music to improve ourselves and those around us? I’ll admit that I don’t have the answers, but I hope that Slate is wrong with their outlook on classical music.

I’ll end by saying that I disagree with Bethany Allen-Ebrahimian. I do not believe that most secular pop and rock music is completely harmless to the individual. Certainly no one knows to what extent today’s music is engineered (if at all) to produce certain changes in beliefs, attitudes, and morals to suit those with insidious purposes. It is, however, not a question that I will dismiss from my mind anytime soon.

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An Unwelcome Visitor

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Just like good music, death makes a strong impression on a seven-year-old. The young mind, still forming emotions and reactions that will last a lifetime, takes in every scrap of information around him to try to make sense of the world he’s in. His world is one of grown-ups — parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, even cousins.

I was the last child born into the family — a surprise. I wasn’t supposed to be here. As a child, my world constantly tried to reconcile itself with the one around me, the one everyone I knew lived in. It was the world of any number of grown-up decisions about life, money, work, friends, love, or just what to eat or watch on TV. Because of my tender age, I had little or no say in any of these things in my own life. My young, but sharp mind latched onto any anything it could to learn, to survive and thrive. In this regard death is a masterful teacher.

After a lengthy battle with cancer my best friend’s father died when we were both seven. I had spent a lot of time at his house, and had even been to his father’s office a couple of times. Once when I complained to my mom that I didn’t want to go kindergarten, she relented and let me stay home that day. Later that morning I went with her to run errands and we found ourselves at my friend’s father’s office (he was an attorney in our small town).

To my surprise, my friend and his mom were there — she had allowed him to play hooky also. As our parents took care of whatever business they had, we played on the floor of his father’s office, perfectly oblivious to the world around us. His death a year or two later taught me that life is often cold and cruel, and able to remove people from our lives without hesitation.

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For me, a short time after my friend lost his father, death became associated forever with one particular song — “Let ‘Em In”. This track is found on the same Wings album as “Silly Love Songs” and “Cook of the House”. I must have had this song on a 45 record also because I know I didn’t have the entire album on an LP.

I will never forget listening to “Let ‘Em In” shortly before the phone rang that late summer afternoon. A local church youth group had left out early that morning for a canoeing trip. One of my oldest brother’s friends somehow drowned in the river they were on. I knew of this boy, because he had visited our house and had spent some time with my brother.

When I learned of the reason for the call, my young mind nearly went over the edge. Emotion overwhelmed me. I cried. I didn’t understand death and didn’t know why people I knew had to keep dying. It seems that there had been another death around the same time, making this teenager’s drowning the third recent death of someone I knew. I was scared and confused. I felt powerless to stop the onslaught of this horrible, dark thing called death, with which I had had no experience until recently.

I grabbed the phone and, even though my mother was home, dialed the only person I thought would understand — my best friend’s mother. Death had just laid claim to her husband, so surely she would understand the crushing wall of fear and darkness I felt at that moment. When she answered, I wailed into the phone, “It’s happened again…Somebody’s died.” She tried to calm me down as best she could. At that point my mom came into the room.

After that afternoon and until recently, I never intentionally listened to “Let “Em In” again. There were a handful of times afterward that I unwittingly heard the song. Each time I relived the pain, darkness, and powerlessness of that afternoon. The song was and is one of the most profound emotional catalysts of my life.

Not long ago I decided to pull the song up on my computer. I made myself listen to a few lines of it to see if it still had as profound an impact on me as when I was a kid. The emotions weren’t as strong, but they were still unpleasant. Just letting the flute line run through my head sends me crashing back to my childhood with full force.

I think I’ll just leave the song back in my childhood where it belongs.

 

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Goodbye Kermit

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As I remember it, my lifelong love of pop music began in the formal living room of my house sometime around my seventh birthday.

I am the youngest of four siblings. The youngest of my siblings is 8 1/2 years older than I am, so when we were young the age gap often created tension and arguing in our household. I couldn’t stand being the youngest and always felt left out of everything my brothers and sister were doing. They were all near the same age and, in my eyes, had unlimited freedom and access to the world that I could only dream of.

As it happened, one day the family was in the front living room of the house. One of my siblings – my sister I believe — had come into several 45’s of current popular songs. I felt left out because I didn’t have any new records, so I begged to have one of those. My father finally told her to give me one, probably so that he wouldn’t have to listen to me anymore. Reluctantly, she handed me Wings’ “Silly Love Songs” to have as my own. I didn’t know anything about Paul McCartney or Wings, of course. The only records I had at that time for my little plastic yellow record player were Sesame Street and Kermit the Frog (“It’s Not Easy Being Green”). I played these two records all the time.

I began listening to “Silly Love Songs” on a regular basis. I believe I wondered what a “silly love song” was, and why it was silly. As I remember it, I thought the song was OK, but nothing special. I liked the B side, “Cook of the House” a little better.  It was a more upbeat tune that I rather enjoyed.

As a side note, it was only just now, as I went back and listened to the song on YouTube, that I realized it was Linda McCartney singing the lead vocals on “Cook of the House” and not Paul. All these years I had believed it was him.

Young children are particularly impressionable, and I was no exception. My venture into pop music began a lifelong love for music in general, but pop and rock in particular.

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Besides Paul McCartney and Wings, my sister had many other 45’s. I don’t remember most of them, but The Sylvers’ “High School Dance” was one tune I remember she played quite a bit. The face of the 45 RPM disc had a peculiar look to it. The grooves containing the music had been cut in such a way that when the record spun, a swirl pattern moved outward from the center where the hole was. disco-clipart

My youngest brother was a fan of all things disco, as well as just about any female vocalist, disco or not. From him I developed my lifelong love of disco. I have always loved Donna Summer, Sister Sledge, and Diana Ross. The Bee Gees and Chic were among his short list of favorite artists featuring male vocalists. I looked up to him and consequently adopted his love of these artists.

To this day, any music that was popular and ruled the airwaves during those early years of my life seems so much more “grown up” and mature than anything that followed it. As a 6-10-year- old who idolized his older siblings and listened to their music, no matter how old I have become that same music always transforms me into someone wiser, older, bigger, more mature. Donna Summer and KC & the Sunshine Band knew and understood the essence of life. Their songs and their lyrics cut to the bone, they taught me, schooled me on how I was supposed to face life. I learned how to act and react, how love was supposed to feel and not feel, showed me what a grown-up does, what a grown-up believes.

These artists were so much older than I was — they had the life experience that I didn’t yet have. Life was tough, they said, but life can be good. Live — live for love, live for fun, live for freedom and autonomy. Throw in healthy portions of love and sex, along with a dash (or more) of alcohol. Life will hurt, but you’ll be just fine in the end. They did it, they wrote about it, they sang it. I can do the same, albeit without the fame and fortune. Saturday Night Fever was the life. Those in the know danced like John Travolta, sang like Donna Summer, and looked like Barry Gibb and Amii Stewart.

Even though I’m much older now, the music I was exposed to in my childhood has a powerful impact on me. I’m sure it will always be a part of me, no matter how old I am. I’ll probably be 75 years old and if I happen to hear “Hot Stuff” I’ll start to groove a little, even if just on the inside.

God’s Judgment, God’s Love

 

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To the woman he said, “I will surely multiply your pain in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children. Your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you…And to Adam he said, “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten of the tree of which I commanded you, ‘You shall not eat of it,’ cursed is the ground because of you; in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life.” (Gen. 3:16-17).

Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love (1 John 4: 7-8).

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I recently listened to a podcast in which pastor Greg Laurie commented that God is a happy God. His statement caught me a little off guard — I’ve never thought of God as happy.

My earliest childhood conception of God was of a man clothed in white, with long white hair and white beard, sitting in a control booth of sorts in the sky, watching carefully over His creation. In front of him was a panel with hundreds of small buttons that he was furiously but thoughtfully pushing one after another, so that just the right thing at the right time in the right place would happen to the right people in just the right way. After all, that was His job — running the universe and calling the shots.

I never thought of Him as loving or intimately involved with the humans He had created. The God in the control booth actually seemed rather aloof to me now that I think back on it (of course, I didn’t know what aloof meant when I was five years old).

As I got a little older and began reading the bible on my own, God began to seem like more of a judge to me — a big, huge Judge-in-the-Sky ready to pronounce sentence on anyone he saw misbehaving (see the verse from Genesis above).

Love? That didn’t seem to be what God was all about. He was surely too busy telling all the birds which way direction to fly and managing thunder and lightning to be concerned with much else. How could He find time to love and nurture us?

Why have I always struggled with this particular image of God while others see Him only as loving and kind, like a good earthly father?

I’ve actually been pondering this question for some time now. Of course, in reading the New Testament we find numerous verses describing God’s love for us. In particular, we read that He loves us so much that he allowed his only son to die for for our salvation.

Even so, it just never really clicked into place that God loves me personally, that He cares for me, or that He gazes down from Heaven at me with a gleam of love and compassion in His big eye — like my father might have.

Then one day my mind drifted back to my early bible reading days. When I was in elementary school I had a Living Bible my older sister had given me for Christmas. As I pictured that big old bible with its soft, green cover I had a revelation. If I were to go find that bible right now and look at the edges of the pages, I would notice a clear demarcation between the more worn, dirty pages and the cleaner, white pages. That division would be close to the beginning of the bible, somewhere near the latter part of Genesis.

It would be clear from even a quick glance that most of my reading from that bible had been from the very beginning of the scriptures. Over the years each time that I had decided I needed to start reading the bible I started at the beginning, Genesis, just as I would read any other book.

In the beginning is where we find a representation of God not only as Creator, but also “Judge of all the earth” (18:25). Besides the story in the Garden of Eden referenced above, we find the account of the tower of Babel where God disperses the prideful people and confuses their language. We also read how God sends fire to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah because of their sin, and He turns Lot’s wife into a pillar of salt because she looks back at the destruction of the two cities.

dinosaurs However, in Genesis perhaps the most powerful image of God as a Judge is found in the account of the great flood. God sees that man has a penchant for wickedness, so He says, “I will blot out man whom I have created from the face of the land, man and animals and creeping things and birds of the heavens, for I am sorry that I have made them” (6:7). After reading the story of the flood I vaguely remember wondering how God could kill all of the living creatures on the earth. That seemed so mean and cruel to my young mind.

Furthermore, God’s love is not very well-represented in Genesis. The word “love” is found several times in the book, but only once is the word used of God: “But the Lord was with Joseph and showed him steadfast love…” (Gen. 29:31a).

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I recently attended a discipleship class led by a very godly man. He exuded peace, and I could tell by talking to him, even briefly, that his walk with God was of utmost importance to him.

During one of the sessions I happened to glance down at his bible. Even sitting several fee away, I couldn’t help but notice that its pages were worn and dirty beginning about 3/4 of the way through, roughly near the beginning of the New Testament. I certainly have no idea of the entire history of his bible reading, but one thing was certain — most of his reading in that bible had been from the New Testament.

I suspect that this man’s underlying image of God is quite different from mine.

I’ve heard new Christians (or those investigating Christianity) told to start reading the bible at John, not Genesis. As a small child, what if I had done the same? As an adult would I now have a significantly different image of God?

I’m betting I would see God as a happy God, just as my discipleship class leader sees Him, and just as Greg Laurie describes Him.

A Rough Week

This week I’ve been mad at God, at my wife, at the kids, at my coworkers, everybody around me.

I feel like maybe God has kind of “given me over” to all my anger and rebellion this week. Like maybe He’s saying, “OK, that’s what you want? You want to be bitter and angry and good for nothing? You got it. I’m not protecting you from yourself anymore. You’re on your own to allow your flesh to consume you.”

Of course, I don’t know if that’s it, but I’ve felt that way. I’ve had no real pull toward God, toward wanting to be a good husband or a good father. I’ve only felt like satisfying my desires, what I want and what I think I need.

Honestly, it’s not been a good feeling. I’ve felt very distant from God, like He was a million miles away in another universe or something. At heart I want to serve God. I’m just so frustrated with life I don’t seem capable of pulling myself together to serve Him.

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I was reading in a book earlier tonight that God wants to give us good things, that He wants us to be happy and successful. On the one hand I don’t know if I agree with the happy and successful part, but the bible does say He wants to give us good things, just like our earthly fathers do.

Most of the time I really don’t see any evidence of God’s desire for good things in my life. If that were true, why do I feel so miserable? Why have I been unhappy and depressed so many years? Wouldn’t God have stepped in by now if He really cared? Wouldn’t He have rescued me from this drudgery called life by now? How can I continue to hope for the best and be optimistic after all these years? For the most part I have been miserable all my adult life, at least 24 years. How much longer do I have to wait until something changes?

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Maybe I’m what needs to change. I read a quote today that said, “When you feel like God is doing nothing, that’s probably when He is doing the most.” That stuck with me. Maybe a breakthrough is around the corner and life will change for me. Or maybe not my life, but simply my attitude toward life.

I guess I need to remember, however, that I may never have the life here on earth that I think I should have. I was never promised that after all. I am promised eternal life in the company of my Savior. For that I should be thankful and happy everyday.

There is nothing on this earth so bad that it could ever tarnish the thought of eternity with God. Even after living with and loving Him for 1000 years — and that’s a long time — I’m just getting started. And even after another 10,000 years (which I can’t possibly fathom), it will still be like I’m just getting started. My existence and fellowship with God will never end. It will keep on going and going.

We humans can’t get a real grasp on eternity because the longest any of us has ever lived is a few decades, which to us seems long. God created the concept of eternity for us. He lives outside time. He always has been and always will be. Quite simply, He is timeless. Time is an invention of His for us to use while on earth. After our bodies die and we join Him, time has no meaning to us either. We just are — and will continue to be — forever.