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Charismania

I have been involved with the Charismatic movement for over a dozen years now and to be sure, those years have been the most fruitful of my Christian walk. It was in the midst of a Charismatic service that I first became tangibly aware of the Holy Spirit and that experience revolutionized my relationship with God. It transformed what had been a distant relationship (i.e. with the God of heaven) into a personal one; it changed my conception of the Bible from that of an ancient text to the “Living Word” of God; and it brought what had been an historical God (i.e. Jesus, who lived 2000 years ago) into the present tense. In the years since then, I have come to rely on the daily interaction of the Holy Spirit for even the most basic of things and that change has made all of the difference. In light of this transformation, I can testify to the many worthwhile aspects of the Charismatic movement and even endorse it to those seeking a more personal walk with the Lord. Unfortunately, within those same years, I have also witnessed first-hand several troubling trends, many of which seem to threaten its ongoing viability. For the purposes of this piece, I’ve dubbed these disturbing patterns “Charismania”, which is not a term that I coined, but one that seems to fit.

What tends to distinguish the Charismatic movement from other faith paradigms is its focus on the power of the Holy Spirit. While many traditionalists see that power as potentially dangerous, Charismatic’s view it as life-giving. I would submit that they are both right to some extent. Of course the problem isn’t with the Holy Spirit; it is with our motivations for and our responses to, His power. It has been said that “power corrupts and that absolute power corrupts absolutely”. We may rationalize that the pursuit of Gods power is somehow different, but the Bible contains numerous stories of people who experienced manifestations of Gods power and still went on to fall to their own corrupt nature (e.g. King Saul, King Solomon, Caiaphas, Judas Iscariot…). Sadly, many within the Charismatic movement have met the same fate, as they have mistaken God’s willingness to act powerfully in and through their lives for His approval of their (often bad) choices. Like the Prophet Nathan did with King David, they assume that because God is with them, they have Carte Blanche to do whatever seems right to them. Ultimately many confuse the pursuit of God’s power with the pursuit of God Himself.

Throughout my years of involvement with this movement, the Lord has consistently spoken to me about the pitfalls that we so easily step into. He’s shown me that the frivolous nature of many of our gatherings essentially turns the upper room into little more that a night club (i.e. a place to go get a good buzz with our friends); that we are prone to treat the Holy Spirit like an amusement park attraction (i.e. just a vehicle for an exhilarating ride); and that we frequently use His grace like a stolen credit card (i.e. obtaining things we were never meant to have, with resources that don’t belong to us). Often, as the power of God begins to consistently manifest in a ministry, its leaders achieve celebrity status, easily becoming idols for throngs of followers who covet their giftings and/or experience. Such ministries frequently erode into little more than monuments to their founders and lucrative social networks. Instead of being transformed into the image of Christ, people are transformed into the image of the leadership, regardless of whether those leaders bear any resemblance to Jesus. Often these ministries are shamelessly marketed in the name of evangelism and services are tailored to engage an earthly audience as opposed to a heavenly one. In these atmospheres, Jesus becomes little more than a corporate sponsor, who donates His name appeal to a program that’s really aimed at attracting a crowd and cultivating return business.

The scripture teaches that what is pleasing to the flesh is not pleasing to the spirit; and that what is pleasing to the spirit is not pleasing to the flesh. Despite that scriptural distinction, western Christianity (as a whole) seems to want to use the spiritual power of God as a tool to satisfy our most natural (i.e. carnal) desires. We want to feel good and empowered and loved and secure. We want our enemies to be kept at bay and to have a sense of our own righteousness. And most of all, we don’t want it to cost anything or to have to wait for it. This makes stories of revival titillating, as we love the idea of a place we can go where God comes suddenly and miraculously deliverers us from all our troubles. But my experience is that seasons of “suddenly” are generally preceded by longer seasons requiring faithfulness and perseverance. It is my belief that many of us haven’t experienced that sudden move of God, because we haven’t been willing to endure the seasons that come before it. Sadly, there are many in the Charismatic movement who go from ministry to ministry (and/or minister to minister), looking for that one who can deliver all the experiences they’ve heard so much about. Often, these folks seem more interested in finding the place where God might be doing something spectacular than in finding the place He’s called them to be. This insatiable hunger for some sort of extraordinary event drives ministers and ministries to gravitate toward creating a spectacle, instead of simply being who they were made to be. It also creates the temptation to hype every little thing as “life changing” and “earth shaking”, which only serves to perpetuate the stereotype that this movement is little more than an elaborate form of emotionalism.

The prophet Isaiah said that to prepare the way of the Lord, we need to make straight pathways; bringing the valleys up and the mountains low. This is a picture of the steadiness that comes from having a singular reference point as we take the journey of faith. While I too have enjoyed my “mountain top” experiences with the Lord, I’ve come to realize that we don’t live on the mountain top and neither do the lost. Our constant pursuit of those kinds of experiences creates the anti-thesis of what Isaiah was talking about. What happens on the mountain needs to transform our time in the valley, which is where the light of God’s love needs to be shown. Even if we could somehow live on the mountain top, it would be the equivalent of the disciples deciding not to leave the upper room on Pentecost. The power of God has been made manifest on the earth to do the work of God and to bring Him glory. It is not simply meant for the edification of those who already believe.

While I don’t believe the things that I’ve described necessary represent the whole of the Charismatic movement, I do believe that they have become increasingly prevalent as the movement has gone on. I am blessed to attend a “Charismatic” church, where the Pastor preaches Christ and Him crucified; where character is valued above giftings; and where people are generally more concerned about how God is using them (outside the walls of church) during the week than about how He will interact with them (within the walls of the church) on a Sunday morning. Our church is by no means the exception, as we have many friends who are a part of ministries with this same kind of heart. I’m not advocating throwing the baby out with the bath water, but I do believe those of us within this movement need to take a hard look at ourselves. Are we really seeking a deeper relationship with the Lord or do we just want what we’ve been told is our inheritance? Do we really want to see God glorified or are we simply after our own blessing and prosperity? Are we really seeking to be transformed or do we just want our situations to change? In the end, there is nothing holy about the pursuit of God’s power apart from a genuine desire to fulfill His purposes.

Heading Back to Egypt

(A Folk Song *)

 

Lord my feet are tired

More walking than I planned

Much further than I thought

So tired of this sand

 

It started out so good

The promise to be free

Marched out like we’d won

But then we had to flee

 

Sure the waters parted

Yeah their chariots sank

Each morning there was food

And from the rock we drank

 

But now it’s all so strange

So hard to feel at home

Worried bout the giants

So endlessly we roam

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

We left town with the treasure

Didn’t sneak out in the night

Chasing milk and honey

Weren’t ready for a fight

 

We thought it would be easy

That we would walk right in

That He would lift us up

Not confront us with our sin

 

We saw the smoke and fire

He’s been our rod & staff

But He is kind of scary

Not shiny like our calf

 

Can’t seem to find the comfort

It’s more than I can take

Guess I’m trading in the promise

For venom from the snake

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

Didn’t count on all the strife

Guess freedom isn’t free

Tunneling back into prison

It feels like destiny

 

I’m putting on the chains

Cause they couldn’t get to me

But their voice is in my head

And it’s hard not to agree

 

Sure I hate the bondage

And working in the heat

Least I’ll know what’s coming

And they might have some meat

 

Maybe I’m meant to serve

This yoke seems to fit so well

One mans place of comfort

Is another’s place of hell

 

(Chorus)

So I’m heading back to Egypt

Going back to what I know

It’s as easy as falling down

And not that far to go

I left town in a hurry

Now I’m going back real slow

I’m heading back to Egypt

The only place I know

 

* I don’t fancy myself a song writer, but these words came to me in the form of a song.  Some might want to call it a poem, but I would submit that poems and songs are generally very different forms of writing.  Not many songs lyrics function well as a poem, nor could many poems be directly set to music.  If one considers this is a poem, it is probably a bad one; but set to the right music, it could be something to sing along with.  (Bryan Corbin)

What Love Would Do

(A Country Song*) 

Doorbell rings – middle of the night

That’s never a good sign

Grandma’s cries pierce the dark

Her pain would soon be mine

 

Icy roads and mom and dad

My world comes crashing in

Left alone at five years old

To live with “next of kin”

 

Grandpa’s got a tender touch

But hardly ever speaks

Grandma’s sadness keeps her down

She stays in bed for weeks

 

And as the darkness closes in

I begin to lose my way

Grandpa’s watchful eyes can see

And he finds some words to say

 

(Refrain)

Don’t know why it’s come to this

I wish I could explain

God is good, but life is hard

It always involves pain

Its life or death most every day

It’s a choice we have to make

There’s always good and bad and worse

There’s always give and take

Who knows what tomorrow brings

I haven’t got a clue

But let’s go on and take a step

Cause that’s what faith would do

 

Life has a way of going on

Each day comes when it’s due

And eight short winters later

Grandma left us too

 

Papaw says she’d left long ago

But he keeps staring at the door

Our life seems filled with sadness

And I can’t take it anymore

 

I look for reasons to stay away

And sneak out in the night

Givin’ in to what boys want

Not thinkin’ bout what’s right

 

But as the darkness closes in

And I begin to lose my way

Grandpa’s watchful eyes can see

And he finds some words to say

 

Don’t know why it’s come to this

I wish I could explain

God is good, but life is hard

It always involves pain

Its life or death most every day

It’s a choice we have to make

There’s always good and bad and worse

There’s always give and take

Who knows what tomorrow brings

I haven’t got a clue

But let’s press on and go from here

Cause that’s what hope would do

 

At seventeen I’ve grown up some

And things are not so wild

But I’m with a boy that I don’t love

And pregnant with his child

 

Not ready to be a momma

And certainly no one’s wife

Not ready to forfeit the future

Or give away my life

 

I hate the choice I’m making

But what else can I do

I hear it’s quick & painless

But wonder if that’s true

 

And as the darkness closes in

I begin to lose my way

Grandpa’s watchful eyes can see

And he finds some words to say

 

You know how it came to this

There’s no need to explain

God is good, but life is hard

It always includes pain

Its life or death most every day

It’s a choice we have to make

There’s always good and bad and worse

There’s always give and take

Who knows what tomorrow brings

I haven’t got a clue

But you ought to give this life a chance

Cause that’s what love would do

 

Another ten years get behind me

Again I’m saying bye

And as I hold my little girl

We both begin to cry

 

The one who’s always been there

And never let me down

His spirit’s flying with angels

body buried in the ground

 

How are we supposed to live

How will we make do

Who’ll be there to guide us

How I wish I knew  

 

And as the darkness closes in

I look my daughter’s way

And hearing Papaw’s steady voice

I find some words to say

 

Don’t know why it’s come to this

I wish I could explain

God is good, but life is hard

It always involves pain

Its life or death most every day

It’s a choice we have to make

There’s always good and bad and worse

There’s always give and take

Who knows what tomorrow brings

I haven’t got a clue

But let’s go on and take a step

Cause that’s what faith would do

 

* I don’t fancy myself a song writer, but these words came to me in the form of a song.  Some might want to call it a poem, but I would submit that poems and songs are generally very different forms of writing.  Not many songs lyrics function well as a poem, nor could many poems be directly set to music.  If one considers this is a poem, it is probably a bad one; but set to the right music, it could be something to sing along with.  (Bryan Corbin)

I must clarify that I was not attempting to list the ten “most epic” songs of the rock era.  Indeed, there have been many more “epic” recordings than these; especially by art-rock bands like Emerson Lake & Palmer, Genesis, Jethro Tull, Yes and Pink Floyd.  Even bands such as Led Zeppelin and The Beatles had more ambitious works than the ones I’ve listed here; but what makes these songs extraordinary is that they were able to stand on their own merit (in some cases apart from the concept albums that spawned them) and that they achieved a level of notoriety (including substantial radio airplay) that is rare for such intricate music.  Most of them are structured more like classical compositions than the standard three minute pop anthems that generally rule the airwaves and yet these songs still managed to carve a niche for themselves in pop music lore.

  1. Nights in White Satin – The Moody Blues:  Though the use of orchestration within pop music was nothing new, the Moody Blues took that element to a whole new level with their 1967 album “Days of Future Past”.  This song’s darkly poetic lyrics (which seem to tell a tale of unrequited love), combined with the dramatic epilogue of “Late Lament”, form the perfect match for the roiling symphonic waves of the musical accompaniment.  Considering the state of pop music in that era, it seems doubtful that many executives at their record label had this song pegged as a potential chart topper.
  2. Day in the Life – The Beatles:  Taken from the 1967 album “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, this song was a defining moment in the Lennon/McCartney collaboration.  Part lament, part wry humor, part political commentary; it hinted at the ever expanding musical landscape the Beatles would go on to explore on 1968’s “The Beatles” (a.k.a. The White Album) and 1969’s “Abbey Road”.  It also created an appropriately grand finale to one of the greatest albums of the rock era.
  3. Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen:  Easily one of the most elaborate recordings of all time, there is no popular song from the rock and roll era that remotely resembles this classic from the 1975 album “A Night at the Opera”.  While each member of the group made invaluable contributions to the songs creation, it was first and foremost a reflection of the band’s enigmatic lead singer Freddie Mercury.  Like Mercury himself, the song is at once theatrical, frenetic, oddly humorous, tragic and ultimately unforgettable.
  4. American Pie – Don McLean:  While Don McLean’s folk balladry may seem out of place on a list of “epic” songs, it would be hard to deny that the intense cultural poetry of this classic doesn’t qualify.  While much has been made of McLean’s use of the phrase “the day the music died” (which is purportedly a reference to the plane crash that claimed the lives of rock pioneers Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens and The Big Bopper), that line is merely a thread in a much broader and richer tapestry.  Though the author has steadily refused to offer a literal interpretation of the song’s lyrics, their vivid imagery remains nonetheless profound and compelling.
  5. Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin:  Though Led Zeppelin is primarily thought of as a hard rock band, their music was just as much rooted in blues, folk, psychedelia and mysticism.  With virtuosic musicianship and Robert Plant’s otherworldly vocals, they seemed to effortlessly flow from genre to genre.  Several of those elements came together on this landmark track, as the song builds from is haunting intro to its exhilarating crescendo.  Like the band itself, there is little that could legitimately be compared to it.
  6. Jungleland – Bruce Springsteen:  This nine and a half minute opus, which creates the emotional centerpiece of the classic “Born to Run” album, takes the listener on an emotional journey like no other rock track.  At points hopeful, haunting, exhilarating, and ultimately heartbreaking, Bruce and his brilliant band create an unforgettable slice of rock opera.
  7. Roundabout – Yes:  When it comes to sheer musical ability, few bands could approach the incredible array of gifted musicians who’ve passed through the membership of the band “Yes”.  At the time this tune (from the 1971 album “Fragile”) was recorded, the group could rightly boast at least three of the finest players in rock music; Steve Howe on guitars, Chris Squire on bass and Rick Wakeman on keyboards.  Their collective talent, combined with Jon Anderson’s distinctive high register vocals, made for a sound that pushed the boundaries of conventional rock.  Because of the dizzying intricacies of their music, it was likely the relatively fluid and lucid quality of this song that made it more palatable to the masses.
  8. Scarborough Fair / Canticle – Simon & Garfunkel:    Like Don McLean’s, “American Pie”, some might disagree with the application of the term “epic” to this arty folk song; but I would suggest that few songs from this period can boast such a lush and complex musical/vocal arrangement (especially within a standard 4:00 minute pop format).  With their voices seamlessly joined, they begin the old English folk song “Scarborough Fair” and then almost immediately begin trading leads to the delicate counterpoint of “Canticle”.  As the song builds, layer upon layer of vocals are weaved over a fabric of guitar and harpsichord.  Both beautiful and haunting, it is a great example of all that made this collaboration so memorable.
  9. Aqualung – Jethro Tull:  Despite a lack of radio-friendly singles, Ian Anderson and his band “Jethro Tull” have enjoyed a hugely successful career, that’s spanned five decades and resulted in records sales in excess of 50 million worldwide.  Anderson’s infamous theatrics, wry sense of humor, unique vocal style and deft musicianship have been at the core of that success.  In what is perhaps their best known song, from their most popular album, this entertaining portrait of the eccentric title character (Aqualung) is the perfect primer for those not familiar with the bands larger body of work.
  10. Us and Them – Pink Floyd: Few albums in the history of recorded music have been more successful than Pink Floyd’s 1973 release, “The Dark Side of the Moon”, which stayed on the charts for 15 consecutive years and has sold over 45 million copies worldwide.  Along with the classic “Money”, this song was one of two singles released from the album.  An unpredictable collage of David Gilmour’s ethereal vocals, Roger Waters manic lyrics, unexpected saxophone solo’s, choir filled choruses and a dazzling array of studio effects; it seemed to be an unlikely candidate for significant radio airplay and yet today stands as one of the bands most popular songs.

When I first made the decision to try to live my life for the Lord, I didn’t immediately commit myself to reading the Bible.  But I soon realized that if I was going to have a “personal relationship”, I was going to have to find out for myself what the scripture said.  Like most novices, I started at the beginning, which isn’t wrong, but which ultimately makes for a difficult maiden voyage.

I was doing fine as I worked my way through the book of Genesis, until I came to the story of Jacob and Esau.  As I read about these twin brothers, I got confused.  From the beginning Esau seemed like a decent guy, but Jacob (which literally means heel grabber) seemed like a lying, manipulating, con-man.

I understood that Esau definitely made a bad decision in trading his birthright for a bowl of stew, but I was shocked when I read that God loved Jacob and he “hated” Esau.  How could God approve of a liar like Jacob, and hate a regular guy like Esau?

I was afraid to ask much about this scripture for fear that it was something really obvious that I’d missed, or that maybe sometime later in the scripture I’d find out what terrible thing Esau did.  I decided to pray that God would help me to understand this, and not long after that I realized that He did.

The first thing I had to realize was that the Bible didn’t tell me all about Esau, just what God wanted me to know.  The incident where he decides that he is so hungry that he trades in his birthright is a “defining moment” in Esau’s life, and Gods way of telling me about his character.  If this were an isolated incident then God’s grace would undoubtedly have been sufficient; but it is very likely that there were many other incidents God could have shared, and that this story exemplifies what He hated in Esau’s character.

As I pondered what this incident told me about Esau, I sensed that he was a man of appetites, and that those appetites were most often what ruled him.  That he was one who most often traveled the path of least resistance, who would take what was expedient over what was sacred, and who would trade that which is unseen & ordained by God for what is seen & satisfying to the flesh.  Since God hates anything that hurts His children, He hates these attitudes, which keep us bound to our situation, and away from His divine provision.

It is certainly the nature of man to be attracted to the path of least resistance, and we live in a culture which has little tolerance for anything that isn’t immediately satisfying.  These are two significant strikes against us as we endeavor to live a life for the Lord.  Jesus told His disciples that no servant is greater than their Master, that they hated Him first, and that they would undoubtedly hate them as well.  He also said that if anyone was going to follow Him, that they must take up their cross daily.

The word also clearly calls us to a life of holiness, which means being separated unto God, and His purposes.  All of these things (and many more) tell us that the Christian life is one that is filled with resistance; from our flesh, from the world, and from the enemy of our souls.  While it is our natural reflex to want to keep our flesh satisfied, the word tells us that what is satisfying to our flesh is contrary to the Spirit.  Similarly, it is a very natural tendency to get focused on what is happening around us, while God says that we need to focus on the unseen, eternal things.  In our natural state we tend to be very reactive and impatient, while the Lord exhorts us to live a life by His Spirit, which includes manifestations of self-control, and patience.

Without making a conscious commitment to move in a different direction, we will all tend to default to Esau’s lifestyle; just trying to get our perceived needs met, living by our instincts and trading our eternal inheritance for a bowl of dead flesh.

In the end, the path of least resistance proves to be the way of death.  The scripture says that broad is the road that leads to destruction, and that narrow is the road that leads to life.  It goes on to say that “few find” that narrow path.

We live in a culture which strives to live a pain free existence, in which all our desires are instantly gratified.  Heaven help us if we find success in that endeavor, because one day our well fed flesh is going to perish, and we may find that there is nothing to sustain our immortal soul.

Homeless

 As the shadows begin to crawl across the walls of my little room

The memories emerge from the corners of my mind

Not so long ago, we roamed these streets together

And I guess I thought that’s how it would always be

But here I am living a couple of floors above the pavement

And you’re still out there somewhere

 

I admit that this place isn’t much of a home

But it has running water

And is shelter from the weather

And it has a door that locks

And most of all

It has room for you

 

I never meant to leave you behind

I just assumed you’d want to come with me

But what I saw as a pathway to freedom

You viewed as a cage door

I can’t pretend to understand that

But I miss you just the same

 

I remember the time I stepped on that broken glass

And you wrapped my bloody foot in your only shirt

And the times we huddled together in the cold

And the way you’d hum the tune for “Silent Night”

Because of you, I never felt alone

And yet, that’s how I left you

 

I’m sorry that I wasn’t strong enough to stay

But when you can’t lift your head, you’re apt to drown in a puddle

It wasn’t so much the eating from the dumpsters

Because everyone does that at one time or another

But I couldn’t handle the never ending nights

And the hopelessness of it all

 

Tonight, I’ll once again leave a light burning

And I’ll unfurl the bed sheets from my window

I’ve tied them together so that they’ll reach the alley below

And I’ve anchored them to the radiator to support your weight

As I lay awake, every peep from the alley will stir my hope

And when I sleep, I’ll dream of you my friend

God is not after our best, He wants our all.  When we simply give our best, we become religious.  It takes our all to have a genuine relationship.

Last Sunday (i.e. July 4th), as I prayed for this country (i.e. the USA), I began to see the undeniable bond between freedom and sacrifice.  I thought of our forefathers, most of whom sacrificed their fortunes, reputations and comfort to forge a new republic.  I thought of those who sacrificed their lives in the revolutionary war, in the hope that their brethren could attain some new level of freedom.  I thought of how democracy hinges on a people’s willingness to sacrifice a certain amount of their personal autonomy for the greater good of the group.  And I thought of all those who’ve sacrificed their lives in order to preserve this wonderful freedom that we’ve inherited.

But as I pondered this connection between freedom and sacrifice, in light of where our society is today, I had to wonder what will be left of it for our children.  We seem to live in a time when people are increasingly unwilling to sacrifice anything.  The collective cultural psyche seems to be that we can somehow “have it all”, which is essentially the anti-thesis of sacrifice.  When we reach the place that we are unwilling to yield our personal position for the greater good of the whole, we create a situation where it’s every man for himself and ultimately, survival of the fittest.  One of the great dangers in becoming the most powerful nation in the world is that it can cause a people to believe that the days of sacrifice have ended; but without sacrifice, the freedom will not stand.

For those of us who count ourselves as Christians, this connection between freedom and sacrifice ought to be abundantly clear; as it was Jesus’ sacrifice that attained eternal freedom for us.  But despite the perfection of His sacrifice, we too must be willing to partake of the crucifixion of our flesh in order to walk in the genuine freedom He attained for us.  Unfortunately, just as in the culture, the American version of Christianity seems to be increasingly predicated on the idea that we can (and even should) “have it all”.  But as the concept of sacrifice diminishes in our churches, it is hard to deny that it seems to be taking the freedom with it.

If Jesus (i.e. the Son of God, a man of perfect faith) learned obedience from the things He suffered, how can we expect any less?

It is foolish to expect God to change a man’s heart, if that man remains unwilling to change his mind.  Though the Lord undoubtedly stands at the ready, the first step of any turn belongs to us.

“To a man’s finite way of thinking, the desired ends often justify the means necessary to achieve them; but for a God who knew the end from the beginning, it is the means that a man justifies which say infinitely more about the condition of his heart.”