Friday, March 31, 2006

A Century of Holiness Theology

Growing up in the Church of the Nazarene since age 3, I became familiar with the typical modus operandi that seemed to permeate the local Nazarene churches in the 1970s and 1980s. It’s interesting how the congregations on my district in Ohio would typically operate in two modes: and by this I distinguish between “normal” time and “revival” time. Naturally the “normal” time is that between the typical biannual “revival” weeks where a special preacher would hold a series of meetings. It was only during these meetings that I remember hearing mention of “entire sanctification” preached in the local church. But why was this covered only during revival meetings? Was this concept, which was explicitly stated in our Articles of Faith, not central enough to the work and witness of the local body to warrant a purposeful expression from the pulpit on a regular basis?

Mark Quanstrom’s A Century of Holiness Theology has shed some light on the doctrinal formulation and reformulation that has gone on during the twentieth century in the Church of the Nazarene. In this work, Quanstrom details the expression of entire sanctification Church of the Nazarene’s first 100 years of existence as a denomination. He begins naturally with the original conception born with the founders of the denomination as influenced by the “holiness movement” theology of the nineteenth century, then progresses along with the denomination’s life and trials throughout the tumultuous 1900s. Along the way, life and experience yields various thinkers such as Mildred Bangs Wynkoop and H. R. Dunning to begin to point to a reinterpretation of entire sanctification in light of Wesley’s theology, such as that which defines holiness in terms of relationships rather than the elimination of “substantive sin” within a person. Naturally this leads to serious debate over how to state the “distinctive” Nazarene doctrine as denominational leaders are split on the issue; many who favor various shades of the new expressions mixed with the traditional, but some such as Richard S. Taylor were determined to keep the original formulation in tact. At the end of Quanstrom’s Century we leave off with a sort of indeterminate optimism; while the latest meeting of Nazarene theologians and leadership has not yet yielded a homogenous definition of entire sanctification, we see that this gives us no call to abandon the work that God has begun in the Church of the Nazarene.

All throughout this book I noted that the leaders of the Church of the Nazarene were reacting out of concern that our “distinctive doctrine” of entire sanctification was in danger of losing its relevance, perhaps it’s “saltiness” to adapt the Matthew language. But this begs a question: why is a “distinctive” doctrine so important, how about an “effective” doctrine? It seems in carrying out the work of Christ’s Kingdom, we as disciples of Christ would want to seek a doctrine that best enables we as His body to do the work that honors the Father by the enabling of the Spirit. So, why does the preoccupation with the distinctiveness of our doctrine come to the forefront of these reported discussions? Is it that important that our theological identity be that distinguishable from other denominations for us to carry on as a body of believers? It seems that we would want to make sure first and foremost that our ideal theology would be that which enables effective Kingdom work through the best Scriptural, historical, experiential, and traditional perspectives to our avail.

Another question that comes to mind: If the twenty-first century is the dawning of a new morning, what shall our “new song” be? Quanstrom’s book proper ends with “Holiness unto the Lord” a central Nazarene hymn that sticks out in my mind as what we sang as ordination candidates marched into the sanctuary at my district center a few years back. Now, there is no way I would ever advocate the abandonment of this hymn since it’s message is probably more applicable to the future of a “holiness people” than it has been to our past since I have great hope and optimism toward our emerging new understanding of biblical holiness. Yet, I can’t help but wonder if we are really intentional in our hope that we will find a comprehensive, relevant, and effective theology by which to fervently continue ministry under the banner of “holiness”. In other words, I hope that we work and pray expectantly for our “new song” from the Lord, by which many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord (Ps 40:3 NRSV). Since we’ve come to the point where the traditional modus operandi of the “crisis moment” or “altar” emphasis has effectively faded from view, and given the fact that I’ve been very intrigued by theological discussions by our leaders, I am certain that God will lead the way for a holiness emphasis to continue among those of us who yearn to see God work mightily in our midst while doing the work of the Cross.

So upon reflection, my initial impression of the Church of the Nazarene was that an entirely sanctified life was that of what I’ll call anhedonistic piety, marked more often by that which one denies oneself than rather than that which one is afforded and empowered through grace. It seems that our efforts in the twenty-first century would want to continue to emphasize and reflect the latter, namely, a vision of Christ coming into the world and showing us the way to advocate divine change through unabated obedience, faith, and love. At any rate, I would also hope that we would arrive at a doctrine that reflects what the Church of the Nazarene wants to become, and one that is identifiable not only from our theological discussions, seminars, and sermons but from the witness and work of Nazarene congregations wherever they may be.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

When it hits the fan

When it hits the fan
Is it any surprise?
The tension was building
And now the dung flies

That thing that was lurking
Would rear it's little head
Maybe now maybe then
Now you wish it were dead

You preached and you yelled
You made threats all day long
You gave ultimatums
You sang your same song

Whatever the reason
That wasn't enough
To kill the beast within
Bastard's pretty dang tough

So it's out in the open
Does everyone have to know?
Or were there hints all along
That the secret would show

Time for decisions
Can you stand by your man?
Things are so different
Since the crap hit the fan

Monday, December 5, 2005

Collateral Reading Report

It is late one recent evening as I am drifting off to sleep. At some point I detect the faintest sound which I almost dismiss as the cry of my neighbor’s baby, except - there it is again. Within a few seconds the urgent pitch and assertive cadence turn suspicion into belief, although, not without astonished wonder. For some reason I don’t feel like an intruder since it seems my neighbors have nothing to hide about their audible expressions of love.

Still I search myself for any voyeuristic motives – none found. Rather, it all just gives me pause and a cause to ponder, almost like the time I saw northern lights in Michigan. As a musician I have the same feeling that I get when I hear a really special song for the first time. Then I start to wonder if this is something missing from a lot of homes in recent years – does our sense of shame or insistence on modesty keep a lot of parents from allowing their children from hearing this? What would be more life-affirming during the formative years…and in ancient days didn’t the family all sleep in the same space till the kids were married? Could it be something a lot of young people miss out on these days? But I digress. What this amounts to is my perception of something that doesn’t originate with intellect, but with feeling. What I heard that night was an expression of pure emotion – and it was a true communication of such, since information was sent and received in some capacity. As a typical engineer with network experience I tend to think of communication of that only involving words and cognitive information, so this type of communication – especially of such a beautifully earthy variety – is simply fascinating, and many times, provides fuel to the imagination that would otherwise simply run dry.

This kind of emotional understanding is what Daniel Goleman covers in his book Emotional Intelligence.[1] I had first learned of the book during a discussion of effective church leadership; specifically, how one’s ability to perceive and another person’s feelings can greatly increase the quality of communication, and in turn yield greater understanding, productivity, and effective teamwork. Overall, I found a lot in here that helps me understand myself as well as unlocking the door toward learning to better understand the feelings of others as I continue to prepare for Christian ministry.

First, the book really brought home to me the sheer importance of emotion in all aspects of human life – if not other forms of organic life as well. Again, as one who spends most of his life in his own cerebellum, this fact has surprised me over and over throughout the years and this book is a welcome reinforcement of that revelation. Fortunately, these concepts don’t require me to understand a wealth of psychology, meaning, I don’t necessarily need to know what the other person is feeling, but rather to be as attentive as possible to consider another’s feelings before I act or speak in response to whatever he or she has just expressed.

Goleman seems to cover a breadth of topics that will surely arise throughout life and ministry. After he begins with a cutting-edge description of the science behind emotions throughout the brain and body, he then considers social aspects of interpersonal relationships, education, crime, and approaches to therapy – all from the viewpoint of taking the emotions into account in ways they were typically not considered until the past three decades.[2] He offers suggestions as to how this emotional intelligence could be applied in society whenever we shape minds or help repair damage from abuse, neglect, or injury such as in the inner-city where many kids simply are emotionally under-developed due an unforgiving home environment.[3]

But I get the feeling that his chapters containing theory will be valuable to re-read from time to time as it seems to simply shed light on many things I’ve pondered about emotional life. Early on he covers things like “emotional memory” which can cause us to react, sometimes quite dramatically, to an event which simply – yet powerfully - reminds us of a past experienced trauma.[4] This is an example of something I’m sure to encounter some day should someone suddenly have a flashback to a devastating past event and finds him or herself in need comfort and counsel.

On a personal level I appreciate his treatment of what the church once called temperantia, which is basically the achievement of a relatively mature handle upon the emotions so that they do not dominate a person’s thoughts, words, and actions.[5] In fact, Goleman uses my favorite word in relation to this topic: “balance”. So many times in life I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not possible to simply ignore or devalue feelings, yet I act a fool when they get the best of me. So what’s there to do? I must find a middle ground. It takes a huge investment of time, contemplation, and prayer – plus, I have to painstakingly apply it to various social settings and other scenarios that present their unique stimulation and depletion of the emotions. In short: it’s a discipline, and it’s invaluable. So the hope for this is that this balance can serve as a pattern for those around me – if folks see it working to my advantage then hopefully they will seek the same balance. This balance will help me to remain calm when comforting others and hopefully react appropriately to their feelings and expressed concerns. After all, I gather that Jesus Christ was the most balanced person – in all aspects of life – who ever walked the earth, so why would I not want to seek balance in my own life and hopefully lead others to seek the same? Plus, I get to enjoy relationships to a greater degree, and that will be a tremendous blessing.

Another application of emotional intelligence that I’d like to see more in church ministry is the integration of the concepts into educational and small group settings. So, if given charge over the materials and teaching modes, I would want to check that the tact is not only engaging the cognitive intellect but also the emotions and even the intuition.[6] Specifically, I would want to see if there is any need for some education in what Goleman would probably call “emotional literacy”. He illustrates throughout the book how we can find people throughout much of Western society who were away from the traditional upbringing of a rather simple, family-centered life and so are prone to disconnectedness from their own emotions and henceforth from those of others.[7] It seems that many church staff and laity would benefit from a tutorial in the benefits of emotional intelligence and hopefully find ways to blend these concepts with programs addressing Christian growth, addiction recovery, and many others. The goal here would be to equip growing Christians and anyone else to whom we minister with an ever greater awareness of the emotional dimension of life and that it’s not something to be neglected, feared, or misused. In fact, it seems to me that this kind of education would help the Church and its people live out the Golden Rule, to treat others as we would have them treat ourselves.[8]

Works Consulted

Goleman, Daniel. Emotional Intelligence: Why it can matter more than IQ. New York: Bantam Books, 1995.



[1] On Page 114 he begins a striking illustration about emotional messages

[2] Page 38 – in 1980s, psychological views of intelligence began to envelop more than pure intellect

[3] Discussion of a program in New Haven, Connecticut beginning on Page 269

[4] Page 21, Neural Alarms

[5] Page 56 begins the chapter “Passion’s Slaves”

[6] I’m actually borrowing from a preaching class syllabus; criteria for a good sermon has these 3 appeals

[7] Pages 129-130

[8] Matthew 7:12 paraphrased

Tuesday, July 5, 2005

impossible

white drums pound
amplifiers thunder
you stand by your man in the crowd
after a quiet drive home
during which you sleep
there will be some love
but then what?
why does he always leave?
jerk
tell me again how he's a prince up to that point...
how he's the only one who starts the fire
then knows exactly how to put it out
sets 'em up
knocks 'em down
every time batting a thousand
he taught you and turned on your lights
how would you know you'd like it so much?
the taste and feel of it
you like it much more than he ever will
ever notice how he just likes to be alone?
how you swear he's cheating
but you know better?
you want an answer
but nothing makes sense
you're not strong enough to end it
you put up with so much
but why?
is your heart really that blind?
he's married to his dreams, girlfriend
traveling
making music
getting it done
are you in there anywhere?
sure he'll call when he misses you...
what good will that do?
you can't live with a comet
as you would on a planet
i just pray you see sooner than later that he's
impossible

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Stricken

CELESTIAL MEMBRANES

SYNC WITH YOUR OWN

IN JUST A SPLIT SECOND

SHEER ENERGY RIPS

ZAGGEDY EDGES

NO PARTICULAR RHYTHM

BLINDING FLASH

SIZZLES HISSES

NOWHERE TO RUN

CANNOT POSSIBLY HIDE

LEFT WITHOUT MOTION

NO BREATH INSIDE

ALL ENERGY SAPPED

WILL ENTIRELY EATEN

LYING THERE HELPLESS

RAPTURED BY FORTUNE

CAPTURED BY MIGHT

QUADRILLIONS OF VOLTS

SURGING THROUGHOUT

HAVING ITS WAY

LEAVING NO STONE UNTURNED

DIVINE PRECISION

UNMISTAKABLY

STRICKEN

Saturday, September 11, 2004

The Coat

Just who is it inside that coat?
It’s like a dark gray crushed velvet
Covers everything from her sharp chin to her vinyl shoes
I mean, I know her name and see her smile, but, still…
It's like, when an artist shrouds his work from the public eye before it's ready
She tears into the church foyer with a determined, caffeine-induced pace that could only be hers
Wearing the coat, which, by whatever means, subtly adds elegance to the mystery…
We've talked a whole lot and I gotta admit I've hardly ever gotten along with someone so well
Then, there's the time I playfully squeezed her warm hand and I became bewildered a little because
Well, I mean, unless I’m crazy, it was like she seemed to welcome my touch and there we were
But then, winter quickly gets cold and dark and we part ways for a really long while
UNTIL – that is…
Determination and faith in a knowing God finally bring us to a park on a storybook warm summer’s eve
There’s no coat, and what’s revealed is probably as perfect a creature I’ll ever behold till Christ returns
I think I now know who was inside that coat all along…
She’s someone I know
I know her, and I also know that I need to love her
To keep her warm
To protect her from sinister eyes
And to stay as close to her as I possibly can
Just like
The coat

Saturday, August 28, 2004

My soul needs to bleed tonight...

She is the curious girl next door who comes over to play...
She is the bossy little dark-haired beauty who insisted I join the party in the basement - but freaked me out instead…
She is the new girl next door who steals my toys and hides them...
She is the tall blonde who watched out for me in first grade when we had to go to another class for reading...
She is the teenager in the summer outfit that made me grudgingly admit to my 8-year old self that she's cute...
She is the brown-eyed girl who gave me my first butterflies when she got on the bus in 4th grade...
She is the new girl next door, now a little older, who seems to like nothing more than to push my buttons...
She is the ornery grin on that dang girl at school that made my ears turn red...
She is that same grin on my cousin’s face when she asked, “where’d you get all the big words, MIKEY?”…
She is all those questions from the sweet thing in the next seat in forth grade, the same one I eventually flirted with…
She is the pretty, innocent face of the poor girl I saw chased across the schoolyard and called names by a perfect prick…
She is my first big crush in 7th grade that I wished would just kill me quickly…
She is that slender brown-haired gal I finally noticed after six weeks of coed volleyball in gym class…
She is also the troublemaker on the bus who teased me just enough to lose all nerve with that particular teammate…
She is the inspiration I felt when I wrote my first love note at 14…
She is the reason why the first girl I kissed didn't really get to me till she dogged me...
She is the a friend like the slightly older tomboy who rode her horse to my house then made butterfly-chick flip her off…
She is the other girl next door who just plain knocks me flat with those beaming eyes...
She is the sunlight I once saw through pretty blonde hair in the Sunday School room...
She is the now shy dark-haired beauty by the pool that I tried to bond with - but gave up too quickly…
She is the mysterious babe from school lookin' GOOD in blue jeans at the mall...
She is the other girl next door who became my best bud in 10th grade...
She is the brat at church who spends zillions of hours with me on the phone…
She is the prettiest girl in the whole school starting a conversation with me in art class…
She is the new girl next door, now very attractive at 18 whom I often confuse, rarely charm, and mostly ignore...
She is the intriguing, exotic world of my first “official” girlfriend...
She is the person I truly longed for when I bawled in her very arms over the song "Hold on to the Night"...
She is the gal at work who asked me out when I didn’t have a clue…
She is the beautiful college coed whose tortured reactions always left me bewildered…
She is the essence of that one special college coed whose patience and grace helped me more than she’ll ever realize…
She is the sweet lady’s love I wasted for several years while just passing time…
She is the spirit of that sultry sweet office gal at a company picnic that really, really made me wonder…
She is the prize worth risking it all to win back in Oceans Eleven…
She is the tender chocolate-eyed morsel with a bratty streak…
She is that sassy little go-getter I can never spend enough time with…
She is the classy lady-friend who’s tolerated my earnest bungling…
She came along just as I'm realizing what I’ve been missing all my life...
She is the reason all the others weren't right...
She is definitely the reason my tune has changed...
She is the one you never believe you could get in a million years, even when she makes it clear you already have...
She is an angel from God if I ever knew one...
She is...