Posted March 20, 2013
Written by: Michael Anderson
In Romans 8:36, Paul quotes Psalm 44:22, “For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered”. He goes on in verse 37, “No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him Who loved us.” How providential that Paul writes this to the church which would soon be at the center of oppression.
On July 19th, AD 64, a fire broke out in Rome and burned for six days, causing terrible damage. Some believed Emperor Nero was to blame. So, in an effort to divert blame from himself, Roman historian, Tacitus records that, Nero found and tortured a group of christians until they confessed. Nero argued that the christians were trying to destroy the city. They were after all “a class hated for their abominations” (Tactius, Annals 15.44). Nero used this as justification to begin killing christians. Some were thrown to the dogs, others were crucified, and still others were burned at the stake to serve as lights for Nero’s parties.
But in the midst of all this oppression, in the face of that “hideous strength”, Christ wins. Nero went on to become a symbol for all that was corrupt and debased. While two of the martyrs whom Nero executed, Peter and Paul, would go on to be loved and revered. Christ wins and Nero loses. Rome would become the center from which the gospel message would go out. When Jesus commands His disciples to “go out and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19), who would have thought that they would “go out” traveling on Roman roads? It should be no surprise that we love best those stories in which the underdog triumphs. After all, our Creator does too!
It is sometimes easy to forget the cosmos-shattering significance of Christ’s Resurrection. We hope this poem serves as a reminder for you and your family this Easter.
This is an Easter Poem by C. S. Lewis printed in The Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis, Volume III: Narnia, Cambridge, and Joy, 1950-1963 (HarperSan Francisco, 2007), p. 955.
Lords coeval with creation,
Seraph, Cherub, Throne and Power,
Princedom, Virtue, Domination,
Hail the long-awaited hour!
Bruised in head, with broken pinion,
Trembling for his old dominion,
See the ancient dragon cower!
For the Prince of Heaven has risen,
Victor, from his shattered prison.
Loudly roaring from the regions
Where no sunbeam e’er was shed,
Rise and dance, ye ransomed legions
Of the cold and countless dead!
Gates of adamant are broken,
Words of conquering power are spoken
Through the God who died and bled:
Hell lies vacant, spoiled and cheated,
By the Lord of life defeated.
Bear, behemoth, bustard, camel,
Warthog, wombat, kangaroo,
Insect, reptile, fish and mammal,
Tree, flower, grass, and lichen too,
Rise and romp and ramp, awaking,
For the age-old curse is breaking.
All things shall be made anew;
Nature’s rich rejuvenation
Follows on Man’s liberation.
Eve’s and Adam’s son and daughter,
Sinful, weary, twisted, mired,
Pale with terror, thinned with slaughter,
Robbed of all your hearts desired,
Look! Rejoice! One born of woman,
Flesh and blood and bones all human,
One who wept and could be tired,
Risen from vilest death, has given
All who will the hope of Heaven.
Written by: Michael Anderson
My daughter is about to have her first birthday. And I can’t believe it. Before I was a parent, I inwardly mocked those parents who wanted their kids to slow down and not grow up so fast. But I get it now. There is a growing list of things that she can do on her own. She no longer needs me to hold her arms as she takes steps. She no longer needs me to hold her bottle. She can play by herself, she can feed herself, and yet I know that in the scheme of things she is still relatively dependent on me. Her independence is only going to increase. And I’m not sure I’m ok with that.
But when I’m honest with myself, when I’m clear-headed, I realize it’s not about me. It is about my daughter, and what’s best for her. And it is good for her to grow. It is good for her to learn how to do things. If I truly lover her, not as my possession, but as a child of God who was put into my care, I will root for her growth because it’s for her good. And as she grows, I know that she is going to become more and more independent and less dependent on me. There will come a day when my wife and I will not be the center of her universe.
I wonder if this is how John the Baptist felt. In the book of John, we’re told that John the Baptist was called to prepare the way for the coming Christ. And he does it very well. He has a dynamic ministry; he is baptizing people left and right, he is doing so well that the pharisees ask him if he is the Christ, Elijah or The Prophet. But as Christ’s ministry begins, John starts losing followers to Him. What’s his response? “He must increase and I must decrease”. He might have responded by trying to regain control. “No! Follow me!” But he knew that it was better for him to be cast aside and for Christ to become the central figure in his followers lives.
I am a good thing for my daughter. Out of all the men in the world, God chose to make me her father. But I’m not the best thing for her. Jesus is. I pray everyday that as she grows up she would place her faith in Jesus Christ and then desire to follow Him all the days of her life. I know though, that means I will not be the central figure in her life. He will. “He must increase and I must decrease”. And that is the best thing for her.
Written by Michael Anderson
I am not a Saint Patrick scholar, nor do I agree with every thing his sect of Christianity claims. But as one raised in an Irish-American family that had corned-beef and cabbage every Saint Patrick’s Day, the holiday has a special place in my heart. There is plenty of myth surrounding Saint Patrick, but here are a few things we do know about him. He was kidnapped by a group of Irish Marauders at the age of sixteen, and taken to Ireland where he became a slave. After several years he escaped and returned to Britain. In Britain he studied to be a priest and became a bishop. Eventually, he felt God’s call to return to Ireland and spread the gospel among the Irish. He says of his return to Ireland:
In his autobiography (Confession), Saint Patrick writes:
I testify in truthfulness and gladness of heart before God and His holy angels that I never had any reason, except the Gospel and His promises, ever to have returned to that nation from which I had previously escaped with difficulty.
He spent almost thirty years sharing Christ on the island until he died.
. . . Without any doubt, in that day we shall arise in the brightness of the Son, that is, in the glory of Jesus Christ, and, all redeemed, we shall be, as it were, the sons of God and co-heirs of Christ, and made like to His image in the future. For from Him, and by Him, and in Him, are all things: to Him be glory for ever. Amen.
It is difficult to read a passage like this without thinking of the many Irish who are “sons of God and co-heirs of Christ” because of the works God accomplished through Saint Patrick. Any choir director will tell you every good choir needs a diversity of voices. Thanks be to God for the many Irish voices which will be singing “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty, Who was, and is, and is to come.”
No one knows what happens to a man’s soul in his last days here on earth. I am reminded of the thief on the cross to whom Christ promised paradise and I believe it is entirely possible that Steve Jobs could have come to a saving faith in his last days. As Steve Jobs’ biography is coming out, we learn more of his religious beliefs and they do not seem to be consistent with the core beliefs of Christianity. However, as a result of the fruits of his labor, God’s Word is able to go out into the world in new and exciting ways. In our case, Apple technology has allowed Theo to share Biblical truths to homes all around the world. For this reason, we are grateful for the work that Steve Jobs accomplished and grateful to a God who uses the labors, of even those who may not be His followers, to further His Kingdom.