“S. is a thirty-five year old male of Middle Eastern origin with a long history of deceitfulness, physical violence, compulsive gambling, and other forms of unacceptable behavior. He is an only child; his mother had to be warned not to during pregnancy. The subject is known to be inordinately fastidious about his hair. His libido is powerful and indiscriminate. He is a non-smoker. His life culminated in a spectacular mass murder/suicide.”
This case study, which appeared in the “Archives of General Psychiatry” diagnosed S. as having “ASPD”, antisocial personality disorder.¹ “S.” is Samson, son of Manoah, whose career as God’s Judge is recounted in the book of Judges, chapters 13-16. It was noted, in that scholarly tome, that Samson clearly meets the criteria of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual for being ASPD.
Disturbing.
But then which of the judges, other than Deborah, didn’t have similar problems? What about the prophets? And the Patriarchs? What about Moses and Aaron? What about the kings of Israel? Is there one among them that any of us would cast as Ward Cleaver, Pa Ingals, or Howard Cunningham? Would any of these guys be appropriate subject matter for a Norman Rockwell “Saturday Evening Post” cover?
Noah passed out drunk?
Abraham sending his wife to another man’s harem?
Jacob gluing goat hair to his arms in order to lie to his father?
David looking the other way after his daughter is raped – by her older brother!
Even the afternoon soaps haven’t gotten this bizarre – yet.
What would the DSM conclude about the whole lot of the men and women mentioned in Hebrews 11? How many would be prescribed Prozac or Haldol? How many would be evaluated as needing inpatient intervention? How many would become permanently institutionalized?
And yet, what does the Bible say about Abraham, David, Moses and the rest?
“…men of whom the world was not worthy…having gained approval by their faith…” Hebrews 11.38-39
How can this be? Don’t we have to be perfect and together for God to love us – for God to save us – for God to use us?
“But God demonstrates his love toward us in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5.8
“Therefore, I am well-content with weaknesses, with insults, with distresses, with persecutions, with difficulties for Christ’s sake; for when I am weak then I am strong.” II Corinthians 12.10
Evidently not.
Sixty years ago, last Monday, Britain’s King George VI died. He was 56 years old. He retired to bed at 11.30 pm on the evening of February 5. Sometime in the night a fatal blood clot prevented him from waking up ever again. He was found at 7.50 am the next morning by servants. After Winston Churchill and other members of the government had been informed, an 8 word message was permitted to go out on the news wires: “The King is dead; long live the Queen.” Princess Elizabeth, then 25, was on vacation with her new husband Phillip in Kenya when her father passed. It wasn’t until later that morning that news reached the Treetop resort where they were staying. Phillip was informed, and then he took his wife for a walk in the garden to tell her about her father’s sudden death. It was a devastating day for her – one that she usually observes each year in private.
But as it is her Diamond Jubilee year, she was expected to observe it publically – which she did. She spent the morning with school-children who performed songs for her. On the news yesterday I watched as a very gracious, lovely elderly lady in a cornflower-colored coat, and a royal-blue hat smiled and nodded as the children sang and danced the song “Time-Warp” from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I must say that although there is nothing unusual about seeing cute, rosy-cheeked, British children waving the flag of St. George at their Queen. It was a jarring juxtaposition to hear them encourage her to “do the time warp again!” It was jarring to hear this song sung for the Queen – jarring to hear it sung for Accession Day – jarring to hear it sung and danced by small children. I was glad they weren’t in costume.
Of course, if we think about it a moment, expecting the Queen to celebrate her accession day is jarring in itself. It is, by definition, a day of death, as well of accession. It is the day her father died. The press wire could not have said “Long live the Queen,” without also reporting “The King is dead.” Who throws a party to celebrate the death of a beloved parent? It is a bizarre overlap of situations, a jarring juxtaposition of events.
But it is one with which we are not unfamiliar. Every Lord’s day we celebrate a meal that commemorates a death. It is a moment which focuses on a bleeding and broken body – not on a victorious empty tomb. The empty tomb is in our consciousness – without its emptiness there would be little power in the blood and the broken body – but we think not of the folded linen set aside, or the voice of the Angel saying “Why do you seek the living with the dead?” We think instead about the lash, the lance, the nails, the rough lumber, the reviling crowds, the gasping for breath, His words of love and forgiveness.
A few weeks ago Scott Chambers began his table-talk with the invitation, “Welcome to this time of fellowship.” It was jarring to hear this time so described – and altogether perfect. The word for “sharing/fellowship”, and the word for “communion” are the same word in the original text. Communion is family time, sharing time. We commemorate the death of our beloved Brother and celebrate the sacrifice of our eternal Savior. The King is dead; long Live the King!
If we are no longer jarred by holding in our minds, simultaneously, our sin, His suffering, and our salvation, we are no longer observing the moment correctly. If we lose that jolt of incongruity – the unfairness of it all – how will we properly “discern the body” (I Corinthians 11.29)? If we are no longer jarred by placing ourselves alongside Jesus, how will we ever remember grace?
- Barry Bryson
“Read your Bibles!”- Mel Hurley
The other day I ran across the title of an intriguing book, Harnessing Your Earthworm. Harnessing Your Earthworm, by Thomas J. Barrett, was published by Faber&Faber in 1949. “What a wonderful title!” I thought, “…and what an intriguing subject!” What could it be about? Why would anyone need to harness an earthworm? Are there that many people in possession of an earthworm to warrant the publication of such a book? Even if a sufficient number of people are in possession of an earthworm to warrant publication of books about earthworms – how many earthworm owners have a need to harness their earthworm? What would a harnessed earthworm be harnessed to do? Maybe it would pull a plow in an ant farm. Maybe it would pull a wagon in a flea circus. I just didn’t know.
If one had a need to harness one’s earthworm, one would surely need a book on the subject. It can’t be easy. An earthworm has no neck, no shoulders, no ribcage, no skeletal system at all. And – they are slimy. In addition, they are wriggly. I suspect that if you were able to develop a harness tight enough to keep the earthworm from slipping out, it would be so tight that you would sever the earthworm into two parts. There is an advantage to this in that you double your number of earthworms – but still, these earthworms remain unharnessed, which seems to defeat the purpose. How would I ever get answers?
Perhaps the best thing to do is look at the book.
I did. This is what I found out. First, I found that the title isn’t Harnessing Your Earthworm, it is Harnessing the Earthworm. That changes things – clearly. The book is about earthworms, in general, and not individual earthworms owned by fanciers. Then, as I read on I found out that the book is about using earthworms to naturally enrich the soil for farming. The “harnessing” of the title isn’t literal, but metaphorical. The book is about the metaphorical harnessing of earthworms generally.
Well, that makes sense then. Mystery solved.
Lesson learned.
Look at the book.
The writing of many books is endless….Ecclesiastes 12.12
Amen. It is a great testimony to the wide-spread devotion our Savior engenders (and primary evidence of global deforestation) that so many books are published each month about Jesus, about the Bible, about morality, about spirituality. Many of them have even better titles than Harnessing the Earthworm. Many of them are well thought out, well researched, and well worth our time. My concern is that we forget The Book itself has the great claim on our time – not the latest tome describing 12 steps to a better relationship.
There is a great, qualitative difference between reading books about the Bible, and reading the Bible. Reading a book (even a great book) on a Bible-topic is not the same as reading what the Bible itself says on that same topic. It is God’s word that is God-breathed, alive and sufficient (II Timothy 3.16-17), not the best seller that makes a Jell-O salad out of proof-texts, pop-psychology, earnestness, and good intentions.
If we want to know about the Bible we need to pick it up and read it.
Every day.