New Getty Cd - Awaken the Dawn

I couldn’t help thinking, though, how the album would sound with Scott Frankfurt producing. Frankfurt produced the new album for Enfield. Apparently this group is just the house band for John MacArthur’s young adult Resolved Conference, but I really like this album. A great mix of influences from pop, rock, celtic, modern hymnody – along with a great lead vocalist. The bass and drum players apparently are/were music majors, and their chops show on the creative arrangements. Less congregational in their songs than the Gettys, but still some great stuff here.

The other worship CD I’ve been listening to a lot over the past few weeks has been Over the Grave from Sojourn Church in Louisville. Again, great great writing. On the whole, this is the least congregational of the 3, but also the most musically creative. This sounds like no other church CD that I’ve heard. Very creative rock shaped around classic texts by Issac Watts. What’s interesting is that the writers didn’t just take the texts and set them to new music (a la Indelible Grace), but took original words and tweaked them into something new, modern, and accessible. Very very cool stuff.

So it’s been a good Summer for new worship CDs. I’m still considering buying Townend’s newest (I already have nearly all the songs on other CDs — yet the new arrangements sound very intriguing from the clips). I’m also anxious to hear the new Sovereign Grace CD (see previous comment for why I’m not hot on the NEXT Live CD). And I’m sure soon enough I’ll give a listen to the new Hillsong CDs…but I’m pretty sure I’ve already heard it, if you know what I mean.

The Lord in Heaven laughs
He knows what is to come
While all the chiefs of state plan their big attacks
Against His anointed One
The Church of God she will not bend her knees
To the gods of this world though they promise her peace
She stands her ground
Stands firm on the Rock
Watch their walls tumble down when she lives out His love

Where are the nails that pierced His hands
Well the nails have turned to rust
But not so the Man
He is risen
And He reigns
In the hearts of the children
Rising up in His name
Where are the thorns that drew His blood
Well the thorns have turned to dust
But behold the love
He has given
It remains
In the hearts of the children
Who will love while the nations rage
While the nations rage

I do believe that elections and economies matter very much — but whatever the outcome, God will take care of his people.

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My parents came though during the day on Sunday on their way back from North Carolina. They had a chance to see the church service and get a little taste of Lynchburg (courtesy of the Neighbor’s Place). I also got the chance to see some pics of my dad and his family when he was a kid. I’m pretty sure he looked more like my brother as a kid than me. His dad looked a LOT like my uncle, so it fits.

My brother and his wife and son came through town this morning. I got the chance to show them the office and a little bit of the Liberty amazingness that is Ward’s Road. Greg’s comment was that you could just go on that road and eat forever. Not too far off the mark, I’d say. It was very good to hear that their trip to Richmond was successful and some of their uncertainties have come to rest. After a quick lunch, they were retracing my parents steps off to Advance, NC.

And now I’m here, in this strange little town that’s not even on a major interstate, yet somehow has become a stopover I’m calling home.

On the plus side, it was an amazingly beautiful day at Peak’s View Park. It’s hard to beat Virginia in the Fall.

I’d love to write more, and get into more regular blogging. But right now I’m getting pulled in 3 other directions: church, school, and jobs. Oh, and counseling clients.

So blogging is on the bottom of the pile right now.

Anyway, we got to talking about what exceptions we were likely to take to the Westminster Standards. In the PCA, you have to say where you disagree with the Standards. For the most part, the Standards are an extremely reliable, well-written, and accurate systematic statement of true, Biblical theology. However, we also recognize that it is a non-inspired document, and therefore subject to scrutiny. For example, most ordained men in the PCA think that the Standard’s statements on Sabbath-keeping are too stringent (basically, they say that you can’t do anything fun, because the Sabbath is a solemn day). So the other guys in presbytery expect you to say that you disagree with something in the Standards. If you say that you have no differences with the Standards, it’s only proof that you’ve not read them closely.

One exception that is rising in popularity is paedo-communion, which is believing that you can give communion to children before they are accepted as church members. Someone told me once that it was the 2nd most-cited exception, behind the aforementioned sabbath exception. This surprised me, but it could be true. At the same time, it’s a rather dicey exception to take now-a-days. Paedo-communion has largely been associated with the Auburn Avenue/Federal Vision movement. To take this exception opens you to a lot of scrutiny, as many within the PCA believe that FV is a direct attack against the purity of the Gospel.

I don’t know all about that. I really don’t. I’ve been in seminary for 3 years now, and I have very little idea what the heck the FV is all about. And I don’t think it’s just me. So far as I can tell, a big part of the problem is that every critical assessment of FV that I’ve ever seen has been attacked by FV proponents, stating that the critic has completely misunderstood FV. And that might be the case. I’m not going to try to tell you that Guy Waters or Ligon Duncan has a perfect understanding of FV. But how is it that EVERY outside assessment has missed the point? Really — how many theological doctors does it take to rightly discern the thought of these guys? Maybe it’s just me being cynical, but I’m far more inclined to conclude that there is something hazy either in the thinking or the writing of the proponents, which is the major cause of the din. Yet I’ll be quick to say again that I haven’t taken the time to read up on all this myself, nor do I plan to (unless presbytery tells me to). I’d really rather spend my time learning about Islam or getting to know my agnostic/atheistic neighbors or praying for my friends than studying an esoteric theological controversy that makes sense to .002% of the world.

So why am I writing this? Well, none of my friends are FV proponents. Most of them feel similarly to me, that the whole thing makes no sense in the first place. But some of my friends were saying that they still don’t understand the traditional arguments against the practice of paedo-communion. After all, if children are members of the covenant community, as we Presbyterians readily affirm, why would we hold back the elements and means of grace from them? If we were to use Paul’s instruction about “each man discerning his heart” before he partakes, then we could never admit a mentally-retarded person to the table.

I got to thinking and wondering and asking myself why I disagree with paedo-communion. I found myself developing a reasoning that I hadn’t heard articulated before, and one that got me rather excited. So I thought I’d write it down here so that I wouldn’t forget.

To me, the big problem with paedo-communion has to do with the charge upon the elders of the church to maintain the purity of the sacraments. We refer to this in the Presbyterian church as the “fencing of the table.” The minister invites all those who trust in Christ to come to the table and commune with God and receive the blessing of His body broken and blood poured. He also warns those that refuse His Lordship to not take the elements in vain, lest they take condemnation upon themselves (again, echoing the warning from Paul). I should also back up and re-iterate that the sacraments are instituted by Christ and entrusted to the Church for the encouragement and empowering of the People of God. This is why you don’t just baptize someone, but you baptize them in a local church and into a covenant community of faith. This is why you don’t just take any bread and wine at any time and call it communion, but you partake as a community. The elders, as the under-shepherds of the church, are uniquely tasked with maintaining the purity of the sacraments and ensuring the spiritual health of the congregants such that they do not take the elements in vain.

What happens in most cases with paedo-communion is that the fathers in the family are tasked with the responsibility of maintaining the purity of the elements for their family. Instead of waiting for the elders to receive the child as an examined and recognized adult member of the community of faith, the father takes the role of ensuring that his child is ready to receive communion. And this is a huge mistake. As I stated a while back, complementarianism and Biblical male-headship does NOT mean that fathers are the same as elders in the local church. It is the responsibility of a father (and mother) to entrust that their child is raised up in the fear and love of the Lord. And it is the responsibility of the church to support them in that work. That does not mean that the father suddenly becomes the de-facto elder for that nuclear family.

What prompted this rather odd little piece of pithy-ness? Well, I’m playing piano at chapel in the morning. My roommate has an appointment with his witch-doctor, so we were going to be down a pianist. And the 2 songs I had in mind would certainly benefit from a piano. Thing is, I’ve never led from piano before. I’ve backed up people for weddings and worship before. I’ve improvised for an hour or so at different informal socials. But I’ve never played and sang lead with a band. And I’m nervous. I really don’t think I’m very good, and I’m scared I’m going to be falling behind on the beat and the songs will turn to rhythmic mush.

Nervousness is not an ordinary thing for me. So much of me is used to playing in front of people that I’m good at telling myself that I’m not nervous, or at least it should not paralyze me. But this scares me. So I’ve been asking myself questions; like why is this such a big deal for me? This gets me in something of a spiral, where I get to wondering if the only reason why I want to play piano is to prove that I can, to impress people, to get kudos. When I get to thinking that, I think it would be a better idea for me to just stick to guitar and let the sonic space be absent rather than feed my pride.

But then I talked with my roommate, and he started telling me about how he had to just push himself out there past those fears of not being adequate. I realized how I do need to get through that if I’m going to grow as a pianist and worship leader.

That still leaves my mixed motives, doesn’t it? That’s where the metaphor comes in. I realized tonight just how much I depend on myself to fix myself and my motives before I’ll be good enough to be used by God. Which is, of course, the complete antithesis of the Gospel. It’s His job to sanctify me as I follow Him, not mine to clean up my act before I take any steps.

This stuck out to me this week as members of a worship leader list-serve I subscribe to had been talking about offertories. A member said that a young man began attending the church 2 weeks ago and was dropping hints about wanting to play an offertory, and the worship leader didn’t like the idea of providing audiences for eager performers. And much of me does agree with the worship leader. This guy sounds like he needs to check his motives.

What changed in me tonight, as I thought about that, is how quick I am to pass the buck on that. I take a second look at what I just said: that “he needs to check his motives.” And that’s sort of true. This guy probably does need to develop his character some before he is offered what may be seen as a platform in the church. But who’s responsibility is that? I confess that my first thought is that the guy needs a time-out to go and think about himself and God and whatnot and he can come back when he’s fixed his attitude. Where’s the gospel in that? Where’s the investment in community? Where’s discipleship?

I’m waking up to the ways that I give up on myself and others in the self-righteous pursuit of pure motives, and I want to repent.

Most recently, I discovered a little site called Map My Run. Using Google Maps, it allows you to calculate the distance of your run, and from there get your pace and calorie count. I discovered that I’m close to becoming addicted to taking 5-6 mile runs at 10 at night. I’m not sure yet if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…