If you would like to catch your reader off guard with a sumptuous portrayal of an event, try explaining sense perceptions in terms of another sense. That is, describe sights in terms of sounds, smells in terms of vision, touch in terms of taste.

Here is an example from C.S. Lewis:

But of course this didn’t prevent Edmund from seeing. Only five minutes later he noticed a dozen crocuses growing round the foot of an old tree — gold and purple and white. Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of the water. (The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, page 132)

Now, everyone knows that sounds aren’t delicious. Or are they? What Lewis has just done is create an alternate sensual universe for his readers to romp around in.

Let’s try this out:

  1. The lake looked like a whisper.
  2. She pulled a sunset out of the oven.
  3. His voice sounded like sweet tea on a summer afternoon.

Can you think of other examples?

Today I’m heading out with the guys from TBI to travel to Providence, Rhode Island for the annual meeting of the Evangelical Theological Society (ETS). To be quite honest, I am more pumped than a pair of old-school Reeboks. The theme is “Text and Canon.” This will be my first time attending ETS, so I’m not quite sure what to expect.

One of the features of this year’s meeting will be the vote on a proposal by Denny Burk and Ray Van Neste to amend the ETS’s doctrinal statement. Right now, it only includes affirmations of the Trinity and the inerrancy of Scripture, leaving wide room for divergence on other matters. For more information, you can check out Burke’s explanation.

I have a post scheduled to be published for tomorrow since we’ll still be on the road then (it’s about a 22-hour trip). I’m not sure about internet access while we’re there, however. I’ll see what I can do.

This is so much less impressive than “Escape from Alcatraz,” but I guess it got the job done.

A manhunt is under way in western Germany for a convicted drug dealer who escaped by mailing himself out of jail.

The 42-year-old Turkish citizen - who was serving a seven-year sentence - had been making stationery with other prisoners destined for the shops.

At the end of his shift, the inmate climbed into a cardboard box and was taken out of prison by express courier. His whereabouts are still unknown.

The chief warden of the jail told the BBC this was an embarrassing incident.

Crystal and I went on a date to LeAnn Chin last night. If you had been sitting beside us, you may have been eating Orange Chicken like me. You may have also heard the following exchange:

Me: Now, I can’t pontificate on that…

Crystal: Whoa, whoa. Wait a minute.

Me: I mean, I can’t be dogmatic about that…

Crystal: I know what it means, but we’re at LeAnn Chin, not the White House.

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You have to hand it to ‘em for innovation. Target is offering a gift card that doubles as a 1.2 megapixel digital camera and comes with 40 free prints.

What do you think? Good idea or marketing flop?

HT: Fire and Knowledge

I originally intended this post to be a tribute to Hanson, the pre-pubescent musical phenomenon of the late 90’s. That is still my aim, but I plan to use it as a bridge to something bigger. Now for the anecdote.

Hanson’s first commercially released CD (”Middle of Nowhere“) came out in May 1997. My brother, Jesse, and I went in together to purchase the album that summer. I was a spindly middle-school graduate with a girly voice and it did my heart good to hear two out of the three Hanson brothers cruising at an octave above manly range for a full 50 minutes (the oldest brother, Isaac, was seventeen at the time and had already donned pit hair. He was the vocalic tuba in the threesome).

Jesse and I were fiercely territorial with our purchases, which created a problem when each of us owned half the CD. If I remember correctly, we worked out a deal where we would each have rights over the disc for a month at a time, and then it would switch hands. To make up for my off months, I recorded the CD onto a cassette tape and drew a really sweet copy of the Hanson logo on a piece of paper to use as a cover. The quality of the tape recording was fair-to-middling, but I now had perpetual access to high-pitched wonder.

One of my favorite songs was the wildly-popular “MMMBop,” a squirrely ode to relational vicissitude (watch the music video). I quickly committed the lyrics to memory. For better or for worse, they are still in my head, and I was reviewing them briefly before drifting off to sleep last night. One stanza in particular struck me as a specimen of particularly poor poetry:

So hold on to the ones who really care,
In the end they’ll be the only ones there,
When you get old and start losing your hair,
Can you tell me, who will still care?

Now don’t get me wrong. I love Hanson. I just think the care/there/hair/care connection could have used a little tweaking.

This brings me to my question. What are the worst song lyrics you’ve ever heard? Anything’s fair game. Just keep it clean.

502088_1_ftc_dp2I’m reading through a book called “Total Church” right now. It’s by Tim Chester and Steve Timmis, British co-founders of a church-planting initiative called The Crowded House. It’s been delightful.

In short, the authors call us to structure our ideas of how to “do church” around two realities: gospel and community. I find the implications of this for evangelism to be life-giving. Rather than advocating door-to-door evangelism or street preaching (which certainly have their place but tend to be a-relational), Chester and Timmis envision a three-strand model of evangelism involving building relationships, sharing the gospel, and introducing people to community. This is based in part on Jesus’ words to the disciples in John 13:35 — “By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”

Here’s what this looks like practically. This makes me excited:

So often the call to evangelism produces guilt and despondency. This is due in part to ungodly attitudes such as pride and the fear of man. Paul is clear in 1 Corinthians that we have a “foolish” message to proclaim in a foolish manner (1:18-2:5). So evangelism often makes us look foolish, and few people relish that prospect.

However, not all of us are eloquent or engaging. Not everyone can think on their feet. Some people are simply not good at speaking to strangers and forming new friendships. One of the practical benefits of the three-strand model of evangelism is that it gives a role to all of God’s people. By making evangelism a community project, it also takes seriously the sovereign work of the Holy Spirit in distributing a variety of gifts among his people. Everyone has a part to play — the new Christian, the introvert, the extrovert, the eloquent, the stuttering, the intelligent, the awkward. I may be the one who has begun to build a relationship with my neighbor, but in introducing him to community, it is someone else who shares the gospel with him. That is not only legitimate — it is positively thrilling! Pete may never share the gospel verbally with Duncan, but his welcome and love are an integral part of the evangelistic process and should be honored as such. Meanwhile Susan can make friends and introduce them to the community, confident that others will present them — at an appropriate point in an appropriate way — with the challenges of the gospel. It is lovely to think of us making up for one another’s deficiencies with our collective community strengths.

If evangelism is a community project, our different gifts and personalities can complement one another. Some people are good at building relationships with new people. Some are socialites — the one who will organize a trip or an activity. Some people are great at hospitality. Some are good at initiating gospel conversations. Some are good at confronting heart issues. In each case I can think of individuals in our small congregation who fit the bill. I am not good at any of these things. I was the one who did evangelistic Bible studies with Al. At the end I said, “You ought to be baptized,” and he said, “Okay.” Simple as that! But I would never have got that far if I had not been part of a team. (Pages 62-63)

My wife and I often drive by a bakery near our house.  Every time we pass it’s like a massage for my nostrils. Perplexingly, however, my wife has noted that bread never tastes as good as it smells. Here are five other culprits:

  1. Coffee
  2. Twizzlers
  3. Popcorn
  4. Watermelon
  5. Mouthwash

Any others?

The winner of this month’s giveaway of “Death By Love” is Greg Vruggink. Thank you to everyone who participated, and stay tuned for future giveaways!

BBC News reports that more than half of the babies (8 out of 15) born in a hospital in Kisumu, Kenya the day after the election were named either Barack or Michelle Obama. Kisumu is near the village where Obama’s father was born and raised.

Fortunately, I was not born after an election. I might have come out a Ronald. Or a Nancy. Thankfully, my first name is partially an inheritance from my father John, and my middle name (Edward) comes from my great-grandfather Edward Albert Zindorf. He asked that I be named after him before he died.

How about you? Where do your names come from?