There is a time in every worship service when I become a child for a few seconds. It only lasts a moment or two, but that's all I need.
It happens right after the sermon is finished. Can you understand this? It is finished. It is over. I lived a week waiting for this sermon to be born. When the time came for it to be delivered, I entered the world of sermons, a world that includes me, the text, the people, and the words coming out of my mouth. It is a time of absolute focus. You enter that world and no other worlds matter. In this regard, preaching is almost like a drug. It takes away whatever else is in your mind. In this regard, preaching is also very dangerous for the one doing it.
Is that enough to intrigue you? It gets better. You really should read the whole thing.
Greg points us to a post on a blog called Postmodern Negro, who points out something about The Da Vinci Code that makes me feel incredibly stupid for not catching it:
However, what I am struck by is the relative silence regarding the religious aesthetic and particular racial inference of Jesus and his descendants in the movie. One of the main issues I have with those who take issue with this particular movie is the silence on the racial dynamics and aesthetics of the movie. As it turns out Jesus' descendants are white Europeans. No surprise there! Racial Constantinianism is a mutha!
Finally, Joseph Barsabbas reviews a book by Evangelicalism's Next Big Thing, Mark Driscoll. Actually, it turns out to be a commentary on Driscoll's theology and style with some references to the book:
Mark Driscoll is one of those guys that seems to have a talent for offending almost everyone. He offends the moderate-to-liberals by his extremely conservative theology, with a special disdain for women preachers (which he calls "ministers in skirts") and his closed-mindedness to different approaches to the concept of hell, the atonement, et. al. Indeed, he separates himself from the emergent church, which looks to supposed "liberals" like Brian McLaren, calling his megachurch in Seattle an emerging church. Note the subtle difference.
But Driscoll also offends his conservative brethren by his frequent use of crude language, controversial methods in reaching out to the community, and, in some hyper-Calvinistic quarters, not seem to be Calvinistic enough.
I'll admit, Driscoll and I are on the same page about a few things (but hardly on anything mentioned above). He and I both find that taking some cues from stand-up comedy is helpful for preaching. He and I want to strip away a lot of the 'airs' that people feel the need to put on in church. I find that a little irreverance goes a long way in ministry (for better or worse...I usually think better). It's his style that frequently spills over into pomposity that I can't deal with. That, and every sermon podcast of his that I've heard, every essay of his that I've read...okay, I get it...your church has 5000 members. I figure I'll end up reading his book for myself sooner or later. My nightstand stack is pretty low, anyway.