Theology, culture, music, politics, fitness. And those last four have a lot to do with the first one.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Doing the Impossible/Possible
Some of my favorites from a recent photo shoot. Thanks to my sisters for doing all that picture-taking!
In these photos I'm doing a move from P90X2 called the Impossible/Possible.
Fun stuff. I wrote a post on Biblical principles of physical fitness once- you can read that here.
So what are you doing to be a good steward of the body that God has given you?
The passage in the picture below is such a good reminder for me when it comes to physical fitness. The body will pass away, no matter how well you take care of it. So while it is good to be a good steward of the body that we've been given, it's not good to obsess over the flesh- whether it's exercise, or diet, or style, or whatever, if taken to a point of idolatry it all becomes vanity.
May God give us the wisdom to find a balance between care for the body and care for the soul that is pleasing to Him.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Magic Mike and Male Modesty
Recently a film by the name of Magic
Mike opened to rave reviews.
The film is about male strippers.
The audience for Magic Mike? 73% female.
Cue thinking face.
"Well if that don't just speak for itself."
Let's look at Genesis chapter 3, verse 21.
"And the LORD God made garments of
skin for Adam's wife, Eve, but told Adam that, since Eve didn't
struggle with lust, the principle of modesty didn't apply to him, and
so he could continue to wear his fig leaf."
Wait, what? Your translation doesn't
say that?
*searches madly*
OK, so where'd we get the idea that
girls need to, you know, wear clothes, but guys can show off their
sculpted physique with impunity?
I don't know, but I don't think that we
got it from The Bible. We hear plenty of exhortations directed to
Christian girls, warning them, pleading with them, to be modest, to
embrace purity, to think of their brothers, to, you know, wear
clothes. Rightly so, for Scripture directs exhortations to modesty
directly to the ladies (1 Tim. 2:9), while nature testifies to
the powerful attraction that the feminine form has to men- for good
and for bad. Furthermore, our culture viciously pulls women towards
"strutting their stuff," so the exhortation to remain
covered rarely comes amiss for young ladies in my generation.
But when was the last time that you
heard a sermon on the way guys dress? It seems that for some reason
we have assumed that girls don't struggle with lust. At a deeper
level, it seems that while we know that the Bible has something to
say about how women dress, we somehow conclude that It is silent on
the male wardrobe. This is a glaring inconsistency in our
orthopraxy.
We all know that men and women are
different, that we struggle with different things. I believe that
lust, however, is not a gender-specific crime. While we may struggle
with different kinds of lust (I don't remember hearing any man say
that it was his wife's muscular physique that first drew him to her),
I see no Scriptural justification for saying that anyone is free from
the temptation of lust.
This would, it seems, contradict the common idea that most girls don't wrestle with lust. It's a widespread perception, but I've been reassured by multiple sisters in Christ that this is simply not the case. If there's any doubt left, I think the 73% female audience of Magic Mike speaks for itself. I've seen plenty of conversations on the internet about [insert name of handsome actor of choice] which, if spoken by men about women, would be at the very least a toeing of the lust-line which Christ forbids us to cross.
This would, it seems, contradict the common idea that most girls don't wrestle with lust. It's a widespread perception, but I've been reassured by multiple sisters in Christ that this is simply not the case. If there's any doubt left, I think the 73% female audience of Magic Mike speaks for itself. I've seen plenty of conversations on the internet about [insert name of handsome actor of choice] which, if spoken by men about women, would be at the very least a toeing of the lust-line which Christ forbids us to cross.
Guys, our sisters in Christ do struggle
with this, and it's time that we man up and start loving our sisters
in Christ by the way we dress.
The
Biblically-informed masculine wardrobe is important for a deeper
reason even than consideration for our sisters who struggle with the
same sins that we wrestle with: that's what we see in
God's Word. God clothed Adam and Eve with the same thing- there's no distinction made there that I can see.
Other Scriptural principles should also tie in to our understanding
of the way we dress. What are we drawing attention to by our
clothing choices? Are we finding our identity in our physique, or in
our relationship with Christ? Are we loving our sisters in Christ by
keeping them pure and encouraging them to focus on their Celestial Husband and their future husband?
The bottom line for me is this: whence
cometh this double-standard? What is the Biblical foundation for this
distinction? Or is it signed with the classic signature of humanism-
arbitrariness?
"Did we make this up?"
Guys, Keep Your Shirt On
Literally.
I tease, but I'm serious. Next time,
before you rip your shirt off and show your sculpted abs to the
world, take a moment to consider what God thinks about your clothing
choices. When you squeeze yourself into that compression tee that
emphasizes those pects of steel, stop to look in the mirror and see
what your attention is first drawn to. Before you put on those skinny jeans (why in the world are you wearing skinny jeans?) think about the message that you're sending. When you slip into your
Speedo, please don't. I'm just sayin'.
Just as it's not my place to tell a girl which skirt is too short or which top is too tight- that's between her, her family, and God- so it's not my place to dictate your poolside attire. If this post succeeds in making you stop and think for a moment about what Scripture has to say about men's fashion, I'm more than happy.
It's not easy. I'm not exactly
disappointed when someone compliments me on my physique, and I can
tell which shirts best showcase the gun show attached to my
shoulders. Just as lust isn't something that only guys wrestle
with, so vanity isn't a women-only crime. We may not spend an hour
fellowshipping with our makeup kit, but how many hours have we spent
with our dumbbells?
(This from a guy who loves to work out
and spends an average of an hour and a half exercising daily-
sometimes more. My problem isn't with fitness- it's with priorities.
I'm making confessions here, too- investing too much time in my
temporal body to the detriment of Kingdom pursuits is something that
I struggle with on a daily basis. But if our exercise is done with a Kingdom focus, to better prepare us to serve Christ, and in such a way as wisely makes use of God's time, I'm all for it. If it's a matter of doing curls for the girls, we'd be better off kissing the dumbbells goodbye.)
This shouldn't be a burden for us. It shouldn't be something we're paranoid about. It shouldn't steal our joy. Nor does it mean that we need to look like unkempt wimps. Scripture says that "The glory of young men is their strength." It's good for us to be strong, capable, ruddy, even handsome. Intentional or apathetic ugliness is no virtue, and learning how to dress well and carry ourselves attractively is a worthy pursuit- insofar as we pursue it to honor Christ with our bodies. But we must do this to call the focus of others to Him- and not ourselves. Can we not look firmly strong and masculine without highlighting every muscle and sinew? Isn't this what we have asked the girls to do for so long- to look feminine without accenting every curve?
Come on, guys. We're men. May it not
be said that we were too weak to conquer our own vanity- that we
weren't willing to wear a looser shirt out of love for our sisters
and obedience to our King- that our identity went no deeper than a
layer of muscle just beneath our skin.
The body will pass away. Being the sexiest man of the year lasts for exactly one year. It's really no achievement to catch the eyes of girls- plenty of guys can do that. In fact, being a "heart-breaker" is exactly opposite to the exhortations of Scripture. If we really love our sisters in Christ, our desire will be to help them focus on Christ- not to get them to focus on us.
Girls, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this. Do you agree with my premise? If so, what are some of the specific ways that guys can be more thoughtful of you in the way they dress? What are your greatest stumbling blocks? Maybe some examples of movie characters or public figures who did or didn't act in a modest way, and how they did or didn't?
Guys- man up. God's Word has something to say about everything, and
our clothing is no exception. Do we have the strength of character to
set aside the temporal pleasures of the praise of men and instead strive
to please our King? Or do we love ourselves too much to make that
sacrifice?
Just For Fun
Explain in one paragraph or less why
one may, when surrounding or inhabiting a body of water, wear (or not wear)
clothing which one would never consider appropriate in another
context, and which indeed might be referred to, in other contexts, as
underclothing?
Monday, August 6, 2012
The Gift
Over the course of the 18 years of my life God has blessed me with six wonderful younger siblings. He has also seen fit to bring into the world some brothers and sisters that I never had a chance to meet- children who, though never brought, writhing and crying, into this world, were still, for the precious few weeks of their enwombed lives, my precious siblings- a gift of God.
It's a wild thing knowing that for some weeks at certain periods of my life I had another sibling on this earth- a sibling whom I never met, whom I never even saw. I don't know if this sibling would have been a rambunctious little brother growing up amongst perpetual swordfights, bandages, and dirt, or perhaps a little princess for my brothers and I to coddle and protect. I don't know if this sibling would have been tall or strong or smart, what color his hair would have been, what his laugh would have sounded like.
I do know this, for each of them: I shall go to them- they will not come back here to me.
I look forward to meeting them.
A couple times, after these bittersweet moments of loss, we as a family commemorated the occasion by taking a balloon and tying little notes to the string.
We released it into the sky- a little farewell, a memorial, a funeral, a celebration.
So I have special attachment to this little project that I was blessed to score last week- a project that connects with me in a way that is more than coincidental:
I don't believe in coincidences.
As I think about this piece of music, it reminds me so much of our babies that we never met- the simple, childish expectation- the bittersweetness- the climax that just barely begins to explore all that the music could have been and then disappears, waiting to be discovered on another distant day- the incomplete beauty- the emptiness of a work that was never realized in its fulness, and yet was worth every moment of its short life, something that could have been so much more, and yet was perfect in its incompletion, in being everything that it was written to be.
So I dedicate this piece of music to those siblings whom I never met.
We'll meet soon enough, beloved.
The Gift by gabrielhudelson
It's a wild thing knowing that for some weeks at certain periods of my life I had another sibling on this earth- a sibling whom I never met, whom I never even saw. I don't know if this sibling would have been a rambunctious little brother growing up amongst perpetual swordfights, bandages, and dirt, or perhaps a little princess for my brothers and I to coddle and protect. I don't know if this sibling would have been tall or strong or smart, what color his hair would have been, what his laugh would have sounded like.
I do know this, for each of them: I shall go to them- they will not come back here to me.
I look forward to meeting them.
A couple times, after these bittersweet moments of loss, we as a family commemorated the occasion by taking a balloon and tying little notes to the string.
We released it into the sky- a little farewell, a memorial, a funeral, a celebration.
So I have special attachment to this little project that I was blessed to score last week- a project that connects with me in a way that is more than coincidental:
I don't believe in coincidences.
As I think about this piece of music, it reminds me so much of our babies that we never met- the simple, childish expectation- the bittersweetness- the climax that just barely begins to explore all that the music could have been and then disappears, waiting to be discovered on another distant day- the incomplete beauty- the emptiness of a work that was never realized in its fulness, and yet was worth every moment of its short life, something that could have been so much more, and yet was perfect in its incompletion, in being everything that it was written to be.
So I dedicate this piece of music to those siblings whom I never met.
We'll meet soon enough, beloved.
The Gift by gabrielhudelson
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
The Religion-Free Zone
There's a name for those people whose actions and ostensible beliefs are different.
They're called hypocrites.
Church & State- Episode 2b:
They're called hypocrites.
Church & State- Episode 2b:
Friday, July 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
On Christians Coming Out Of The Closet
What exactly does separation of Church and State mean? Can pastors endorse candidates from the pulpit? Should politicians allow their religious beliefs affect their political decisions? Should Christians keep their faith to themselves, relegating it to the personal aspects of their lives?
Or should Christians just grab their Bibles and come out of the closet?
That's what I explore in this episode (and part 2- stay tuned) of Church & State.
Or should Christians just grab their Bibles and come out of the closet?
That's what I explore in this episode (and part 2- stay tuned) of Church & State.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Feminism- All Growed Up
Dear girls,
Feminism is growing up.
It used to be enough for you to claim psychological superiority- to wear the spiritual pants- to hold the esteemed position as the only thing that stood between males and barbarism.
No longer. Now, not only are you better than the guys- but you're one of them, too.
Not only is the new femme fatale seductive and shapely (sorry, guys, I'm really trying to find semi-modest pictures here), but she is also just as strong, just as fast, just as deadly as the men.
Some of you are just discovering this, but hopefully more and more girls will grow up with this realization instead of finding later that, for so long, they believed the myth that men had something that they needed.
Hopefully this message will reach them while they're young.
Don't worry- guys love it when you protect them, save them, lead them, beat them up when they need it. Nothing inspires them like being led into battle by a woman.
It's no trouble for you, of course- you're used to doing everything else for them anyway. Besides, the world needs you. Men just can't do what you can do.
Especially not in a dress and high heels.
The world doesn't need that whole "gentle and quiet spirit" thing anymore. It's passé. What do you have to be gentle and quiet about? Anything men can do, you can do better!
Which makes me wonder- what do we need men for, anyway?
They're so violent.
Sincerely,
A Man (I'm sorry about that)
P.S.
You may still have my seat on the lifeboat, if you want it.
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