1. I am totally listening to Steven Curtis Chapman right now, and am not ashamed to say it. Hey, he’s a PCA guy, and his daughter goes to Baylor. Can’t be all bad.
2. So I’m in the middle of a book called The Supremacy of Christ in a Postmodern World (a birthday gift from the parentals–thanks again, Mom and Dad), which is based on a conference John Piper held at his church a couple of years ago. If you’re a theology nerd and need any incentive to click that link, or read the book, contributors include D.A. Carson, Tim Keller, Mark Driscoll, and Voddie Baucham, among others. Hot.
Anyway. While reading this, and a book about home life, the thought occurs to me that the postmodern ethos is really about a homelessness of soul, the feeling that there’s nowhere in the universe a person can take refuge. If there’s no meaning in the world, after all, then trying to find a home here is like trying to find warmth in a cardboard box: It may do the trick for a while, but it might also kill you eventually. And it’s equally as true for the Christian as the pagan; anytime we try to make our home here, it usually backfires. But, thank God, He gives us meaning. Christ the master Carpenter builds us a household to dwell in, not just as servants, but sons and daughters. We have a place where we can feel safe and accepted–indeed, be safe and accepted, truly–where we can feast, where we can put down roots, where we can welcome other people in, both neighbors and strangers.
It’s important for us, then, to reflect this truth in the church and in our own homes, and make them places where people can come in and have a seat without feeling excluded.
3. A random, kind-of theological question: Do you pronounce Augustine “AW-guh-steen” or “Ah-GUH-stihn”? I have been told that the latter is the right, proper way, but then again J.I. Packer pronounces it the first way, so I guess it’s a matter of taste. *shrug*
4. Finally, I was reminded of this guy the other day, and figured I’d kick it old-school a little bit: