Posted on Thursday, March 06, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Todd has his work cut out at the moment.  A number of very fine and helpful books have been published recently, so we must assume that the Witchfinder General will be canceling all leave for his pitchfork-wielding underlings in order to deal with the unusual workload.

Jim Garretson's magisterial study of Samuel Miller on the pastoral ministry is now available.  Anyone familiar with Jim's earlier books on ministry will know what to expect: judicious exposition of the the thought of one of Princeton's finest.

Simonetta Carr -- who will always be to some of us the lady who spotted the uncanny resemblance between Thomas Goodwin and John Bonham -- has added to her tally of children's books with a volume on John Knox.  Fans of her work will not be disappointed: informed and well-written, with lavish illustrations and beautiful production values.  Simonetta's books remain a favourite giveaway for the children at Cornerstone.

P and R have published a fascinating volume by Joseph Smith (no, not that Joseph Smith -- this was written, as far as I know, without use of Urim and Thummim):Sex and Violence in the Bible. This book is interesting because it is both frank about the Bible's treatment of these themes but also sensitive to the aesthetics of the Bible's presentation of the same.  Very useful for any pastor or teacher.

Finally, as a long-term admirer of J. I. Packer's writing, I am happy to note that he has a new, short book out from Crossway, Finishing our Course with Joy, a reflection upon growing old and the opportunities it brings for edifying the church.  Given that we all either die young or grow old and then die, this is a relevant book, whatever the mythology of our youth saturated world might tell us.

Given the current moral climate, I should add that I have received no payment for thisVincent Price.jpg bare-faced attempt to catapult these books to the top of the NYT bestseller list, though I did blag some free pdfs and a hard copy of the JIP book from the publishers.  Further, as far as I know, all four were actually written by the people whose names appear on the covers.  Now, over to the WG.   Time to dust off those pitchforks, light those torches, and start paying a few 'pastoral visits.'

Posted on Wednesday, March 05, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

This week's Mortification of Spin is up.  Our guest is Paul Wolfe, author of My God is True and Setting Our Sights On Heaven.  Paul is a pastor in the P.C.A. and a cancer survivor, so the conversation focuses on matters to do with mortality, facing eternity and pastoral responses to the same.  What emerges very clearly is the need for both a robust theology and a deep care for people.  Only then can we avoid cheap cliches and offer compassionate hope.

In the meantime, myself, Nunchucks and the Witchfinder General are gearing up for apoint blank (250x167).jpg marathon recording stint on Friday, under the cruel and ever-vigilant eye of the Puppetmaster.  Guests in the Underground Bunker at this session will include Mark Jones, David F. Wells, Trillia Newbell, and Dispo Dan and Frank 'the Turk' Sollozzo of TeamPyro infamy.  Aimee's continual behind-the-scenes trash talk about the Pyro boys will now be put to the test, and the Spin team is, as you can see, starting to feel the rising tension as the showdown approaches.

In other news, our attempts to keep up with the latest cool trends and have married couples on the show are thus far drawing a blank.  We asked interested couples to send in photos to make sure they would look both confessional and orthodox enough to be on the podcast but so far nobody has made the grade.  See, for example, this decidedly below-par entry from a wannabe Spinguest in the UK, which has just been reviewed by the quality control department and sent to the Puppetmaster for immediate incineration.   We print it here pour encourager les autres:
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Posted on Monday, March 03, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

In the latest edition of First Things, friend David Mills (one of a small group of loyal Roman Catholic readers of Ref21) comments on an article in the left wing Brooklyn paper, Indypendent, about 'transgender rock bands,' that the word trans now appears as trans*.  The Indy explains this on the grounds that the term 'transgender' has served well for twenty years but is now coming to be seen as dependent upon the hackneyed old male-female binary. 

We now know the answer to the age-old Latin proverb, Quis deconstructit ipsos deconstructores?  The deconstructors do, of course, doomed by their own principles to a linguistic task of Sisyphean duration and absurdity.   If gender was always a construct, detached from chromosomes and bodily appendages, then sooner or later it would itself need to be deconstructed, along with anything else built upon it.  Keep watching, folks. Before you know it, 'transgender' will have become a part of hate speech -- and, when it does, remember: you heard it here first.

I am still so stone age in my tastes and musical philosophy as to find utterly incoherent the notion of putting 'transgender' and 'rock band' into the same sentence (yes, I know, there was Twisted Sister, but Dee Snider was just hamming it up, not having any surgical procedures -- and happily married to a person of alternative gender*).

I am also wondering if it is not time to deconstruct another oppressive category.   Given that IPrisoner.jpg am routinely mocked, stereotyped, pigeon-holed, marginalised, numbered, bracketed, filed and otherwise oppressed as a 'transatlantic person' by people here (Pruitt, Byrd) and people there (Levy), might I now perhaps plead to be considered a trans*atlantic person?  After all, the Atlantic is simply a floating signifier built upon the old fashioned binaries of 'here' and 'there'; and if, like me, you find the arguments of Irish philosopher DeSelby to be compelling--  that motion from one place to another is simply an illusion -- it seems time to drop the outmoded and oppressive constructs of a male heterosexual hegemony for something less heteronomous.  Or should that be hetero*nomous?

Posted on Friday, February 28, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

The Rev. Gustavo Monteiro has recently been ordained by the Presbyterian Church of Brazil toBrazil.jpg work under the oversight of the Session at Cornerstone Presbyterian Church (OPC) in Ambler, Pa. in reaching out to the Brazilian community in the Philadelphia area.  We are very excited by this new venture.

We now hold worship services in Portuguese on Sunday evenings, starting at 6pm. If you speak Portuguese, or know someone who does and lives in the area, you are invited to come worship God with us and hear his Word being preached. Our address is 211 W Butler Ave, Ambler, PA.

Posted on Thursday, February 27, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

As you can see, advance publicity is already being leaked for the new epic Alliance-sponsored biopic,Witchfinder General: The ToddWitchfinder general.jpg Pruitt Story.  Directed by the Puppetmaster, it looks fantastic, with its scenes of violent book burnings ('Please, I'd rather you didn't use church money to buy Jesus Calling'), extreme Reformed fanaticism ('Bring that baby to the font now, wretched wench!'), and his consistent failure to reimagine the future and realize that many of his methodologies, paradigms and strategies need to change to get to the next level of ministry success ('Today I am going to be preaching on a passage in - no, not my own book but.... the Bible!').  

In fact, the movie is a tale of two paradigms.  One is where the church is not an act of man but a creation of God.  Thus, its tools are defined by God and consist of the ordinary means of grace -- the Word read and especially preached, the sacraments, and prayer.  These are the ways God has provided for growth and maturity. The other is one where the church is a corporation, where management theory, entrepreneurial gibberish, and an emphasis upon technique, built around a Pelagian anthropology, set the priorities.

A subplot, for the real film critic, is the cultural problem of niceness.  As Todd pointed out yesterday, to criticise a book and to refuse to use church money (ahem -- God's money) to buy it and distribute it is not the same as banning it. If you want to read heterodoxy or heresy, use your own money, not the church's.   Yet we live in a world where all criticism is increasingly seen as personal, as a judgment on somebody's worth and identity, not simply on an argument or an idea.  As I commented earlier in the week, this is an obvious problem with the culture surrounding women's writing; but forms of it pervade all aspects of the evangelical world in general and pay no respect to gender.

single malt.jpgI did suggest to Todd that he challenge his critics as I did a few years ago.  When I commented critically in a magazine article on three recent books on biblical inspiration, one indignant correspondent demanded to know why I was telling people not to read the books.  Of course, I had not done so, having this naive belief that most people are adults and capable of assessing the worth of an argument for themselves. The claim was simply slanderous, but rather than whine angrily about it as is the more widespread response, I persuaded the editor of the magazine to allow me to respond with a challenge: if anyone could find anywhere in anything I had ever written or said that I had told people not to read any book whatsoever, I would give them a free bottle of quality Scotch.  Some years later I still have not had to provide the Scotch.  Nor, as it happens, have I received an apology.  But as Todd knows only too well, when you are sure, absolutely sure, that you are on the side of the nice  angels against the nasty Reformed bully boys, apologies are completely unnecessary.  After all, everyone knows that all reputations are equal -- but some are considerably more equal than others.

Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

....when Katie Couric is asking you the hardball questions and making you look stupid. 

On this week's MoS, the team takes on a challenge set by  a listener: to comment on the recent interview between Katie Couric and Pastor Carl Lentz without using the words 'utterly' or 'ridiculous.'  As Todd proves, that is not as easy as it first appears but (in his defense) the conditions are extreme, the gibberish breathtaking: 'A position on love and conversations on everything else'?   Oh my.   And then we ask the question that nobody else seems prepared to take on: what does one have to do in the world of American evangelical Christianity to lose all credibility as a Christian leader?  The answer is... after the events of the last couple of years, we simply don't know.
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Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

The Daily Beast has picked up on the publishing sensation that is Jesus Calling, a book which Todd Pruitt actually made me read for a forthcoming MoS podcast.  That is ten dollars and two hours of my life which are gone forever.  Am I a better person, though?  I somehow doubt it.

The book is an odd mix of mysticism, sentimentality, and highly flawed theology. Tim Keller's wife, Kathy, did a quite superb review of the book back in 2012 which, given Jesus Calling's continuing popularity, is well worth reading.

The whole phenomenon raises tangentially one of the cultural problems which seems to be emerging amidst the current popular evangelical market for books written by women.   I consider that market in itself to be a good thing. No man could have written Wuthering Heights, after all, and what's true for literature might well prove true for theology.  Indeed, various genres of theological writing seem on the whole to have been enriched by women's voices.     It is interesting, however, that critiquing such literature seems to be becoming increasingly hard and subject to vehement reaction.  Witness the response to Tim Challies' comments on Ann Voskamp from a while back, or the author's own preemptive publicity on Jesus Feminist which ruled any future criticism as unfair and hateful.  And who in this age wants to be seen to be beating up on women?

Yet, when it comes to theological writing, a culture of silence, where all criticism is seen as sexist, where all critical interaction is seen as a personal attack, where reviews offering critique are always decried as 'scathing' or 'hateful', is going to prove very unhealthy in the long term.  Sentimentalism will be treated like deep insight.  Gruesome doggerel will be treated like great verse.  Heterodoxy and even heresy may well be treated like truth. 

Pastors have a responsibility to make sure people understand what they are reading. Thatmolesworth_reasonably_small.jpg must be done in an appropriate way; but it must still be done.  The gender of the author should provide no special protection from rigorous scrutiny.  That must certainly be done in an appropriate way; but it must still be done.

Posted on Monday, February 24, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

I may be the only person to suffer from this, but every now and then I have this overpowering sense that I am actually Terry Eagleton trapped in the body of a hack church historian. Or at least I wish I was.  Hey, if the LGBTQQC etc. community can use the language of bodily confinement relative to gender, why cannot I use it relative to eminent literary critics and my pitiful ambitions?

Anyway, this story brought on a sudden and violent attack of transcritical identity for me: the news that the University of Brighton (UK) is sponsoring a conference entitled My Little Pony: A Transcultural Phenomenon.  Topics covered include the tired, predictable and worn out ("identity politics of gender, race, class, sexuality and national identity"), the nerdy (collections and collecting), the 'I haven't got the foggiest what that means' (transformations across MLP generations) and the 'you've got to be kidding -- oh no, you're not, are you?' (queer ponies).  Admittedly, MLPs are not the most masculine examples of the species, but queer ponies?  Really? 

Three things come to mind.  The first is that I suspect somebody will now be demanding that My Little Pony be added to the list of evil toys to which Christian parents must not expose their children.  Second, one just knows that some earnest person out there somewhere is already planning a conference on 'My Little Pony: A Christian Approach.'  And the third is the point made so brilliantly by Terry Eagleton: in a world obsessed with critical theory, the big questions are left to one side, as boring and mundane, and total trivia comes to take centre stage. 

And I guess it is just not possible to be a child anymore.

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Posted on Friday, February 21, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

Tying up a few loose ends at the end of the week.

First, in answer to inquiries -- No, Reformation21 is not paying the Rev. Furtick to provide me with material.  He is kindly donating it to me for free, for which I am very grateful.  The American phrase is 'the gift that keeps on giving,' I believe. 

Second, the stetson fitting for the Biola debate is not going so well, as Aimee does not like the idea, as you can see.  Good job she shoots straight (though don't tell Todd).

Third, here are a few books worth looking out for:

My former colleague, John Leonard, has an excellent book out on personal evangelism, Get Real: Sharing Your Everyday Faith Every Day.   Not all of the ideas will work everywhere and some will differ with John on how he describes certain things.  But this is a powerful call to outreach and is well-worth a look.   It also carries huge credibility because John is one of the most effective personal evangelists I know and knows whereof he speaks..

Andreas Kostenberger and Justin Taylor have written a great book on The Final Days of Jesus.  If you have ever been confused on what happens when, and how the gospels connect in the narration of Jesus' last days before his death, then this book is a great help.  It has a chronological arrangement of the gospel accounts, helpful charts and insightful commentary.

Finally, Alex Chediak has a new book out, Preparing Teens for College.  It arrived a few years too late for me but looks like an excellent how-to kind of book on the priorities to have when making sure your children are ready to leave home for pastures new.

Posted on Thursday, February 20, 2014 by Carl Trueman on Postcards from Palookaville

While the evangelical world is no doubt gasping in horror at the expose that the mass baptisms at Elevation Church have been engineered (who could have seen that one coming?) in a way that would leave Charles Finney drooling at the anxious bench, it is worth remembering that us paedobaptists are in on the game too.  My friend and seeker-sensitive megachurch reformed man, the Rev. Digby St.John-Crimond, of the Re:Tribution (formerly St Olaf the Sublime), used to build his brand loyalty and pull off his part in God's miracle by planting 15 or 20 young, energetic couples in the congregation, armed with realistic plastic toy dolls.  At the key moment, he would call out for those who wanted to come forward and the plants would make their move.  After Digby baptized the dolls, the couples would be pushed towards the video crew who would mine them for great stories.  Sadly, it all went wrong one day when, after an incredible revival moment when Digby had baptized 27 dolls, his hands got wet, he dropped one on the floor, it bounced and the robotic voice jammed in repeating 'Mama mama mama' over and over again. The game, as they say, was up.

Except it wasn't.  Thankfully, being shown to be a complete fraud did not affect Digby's ministry one little bit.  He declared that 'mistakes had been made,' the money keeps rolling in to this day, his books get polite reviews on orthodox websites, and he is still sneakily admired as the greatest visionary for God out there.  After all, he tells a lot of people about Jesus.

Lookie here: I feel a revival coming on!

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