The Christianity Code, Pt. 1: <HTML>

John Alan Turner has blogged well recently about his take on the DaVinci Code and the questions it has been raising in the minds of so many – and I wouldn’t try to surpass (or duplicate) his scholarship on the subject!

But his posts – along with some enticing promises from bloggers Travis Stanley and Greg Kendall-Ball about a “super-secret project” that speak of the personal impact of blogging, the fellowship-wide impact of blogging, journalism in the Restoration heritage, its editor-bishops – and maybe even my own reflections about one of them who was my ancestor – have intrigued me with the many facets of the word “code.”

Blogs and other Web pages are ultimately written in HTML code. That’s HyperText Markup Language for the novitiate, and this code tells your browser how to display the pages created: how wide the columns are, how big the letters appear, what the background and text colors will be, etc.

It’s nekkid code that you can look at through one of your browser features, “View Source.” Go ahead! Find it in your tool bar at the top. I’ll wait.

Isn’t that gobbledy-gook absolutely fascinating? And daunting, too, if you want to master it.

Each page of source code begins with the tag <HTML> … or something that includes it, or some version of it. This tag tells the browser what kind of language it will be using.

I’ve been trying to get acquainted with XHTML – the next generation, if you will, of markup language; a language that is a subset of XML, eXtensible Markup Language. The rules get stricter as the language matures. With XHTML you have to close (with a “/” or slash-tag) every tag that you open. And it has a pal, CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), that handle the page-design aspects of the language.

The pages on my newly-redesigned portfolio site have a tag featuring those letters at the top.

So many folks with better credentials and sharper minds than mine have written about the language peculiar to Christians that I won’t attempt to out-do or re-do their scholarship, either.

But, as they almost universally point out, it can be a lingo bewildering to “outsiders” – full of terms like “salvation” and “baptism” and “communion” and “redemption” – just as HTML code appears to someone who hasn’t learned it yet. And as the language has matured, its rules have become more strict as well; and the tags more abstruse: “eschatology,” “ecumenicism,” “epistemology” – and that’s just a sampling of the “e” words.

And, as you might expect, every browser interprets HTML terms a little differently. One might draw a one-pixel CSS border on the inside of a box of text; another browser draws it on the outside. Microsoft and Netscape become the Stone and Campbell, the Armenians and Calvinists of this code’s doctrine. XHTML was created because HTML wasn’t “good” enough; wasn’t “pure” enough to do what Internet geeks want to do with it. And XHTML/XML will only stand until supplanted by the next standard – whatever it may turn out to be.

The problem is, it all gets so difficult to memorize and implement, that the average guy just says to blazes with it, and so all the new browsers continue to read even the earliest implementations of HTML and the simplest code.

(Simple code is the best, in my book. It’s the easiest to trouble-shoot. Engineer Scott of Star Trek once quoth: “The more they overcheck the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain.”)

But complex code is required to deal with complex matters, I realize.

Still – when I encounter a page of Christian code – instead of having to delve deep to look for tags like “epistemology” to clue me in, I sometimes wish there was a tag at the top and bottom that would let me know which language I’ll have to try to read.

</HTML>

I Hope You Dance

One of my elders, Steve Stevens, began our Bible class Sunday morning describing an adorable little girl that he sees on his daily drive to work. She waits for the school bus by her apartment complex, her books and lunch on the ground.

I knew what he was going to say next, because I used to see her on my daily commute too:

“And she dances.”

She dances with pure, unbridled joy to music unheard by others – not because she’s plugged into an iPod, but because the music is in her head and her heart.

Steve taught a lesson about Moses dancing around God’s request that he lead his people out of Egyptian slavery … just as we often do, even when we know in our heads and hearts what God is asking us to do.

His conclusion? “I want to hear the music God puts in my heart, and then dance.”

Steve said some kind things about my blog to me before that class. He said he wished he could keep a blog, but he didn’t think he could write. I don’t know about that.

He sure can teach.

Setting My Sites Higher

I’ve been working 10-hour days this last week to redesign and revamp my personal portfolio site, so that prospective employers won’t see a sadly-neglected and out-of-date relic of 1998.

I’m pretty happy with the results at www.keithbrenton.com.

My final day working at UALR was a week ago last Friday. I’ve had a very good preliminary interview for a position offered at my church; am arranging a phone pre-interview for another at an outstanding local Web design firm; and Thursday I’ll interview for the position of Internet Director at Family Life, a Campus Crusade for Christ ministry headquartered here in Little Rock.

Those of you who have been praying about my job safari – among other, much more important concerns like hurricane victims – for the last several weeks: you have my deepest gratitude. I am convinced that your prayers have done wonders.

Filmmaking Fanatics

As a lapsed Star Trek fan, I’ve only recently become aware of a fan activity that goes beyond wearing costumes and wielding props at science fiction conventions: the fan film.

Paramount, the studio which owns the franchise, used to come down hard on folks who attempted anything without their express permission (and without paying their franchising fee) but apparently looks the other way at these efforts nowadays.

I’m talking about sites which stream these home-made classics, like Hidden Frontier, the New Voyages, and Starship Exeter. These brave souls have sunk a ton of money, effort and pixels into “filming” their visions within the Star Trek cosmos, and they’re getting better at it all the time.

Hidden Frontier goes where no Trek has gone before in chronicling the voyages of gay crewmembers – with appropriate restraint and 24th-century sensibility.

It made me wonder what might happen if followers of Christ became film fanatics. I’m not necessarily talking about worthy results like The Jesus Film Project or even The Passion of the Christ. I mean … well, more like ….

What if filmmakers armed with the latest, relatively inexpensive digital tools set out to chronicle what a Christ-like life would look like today or tomorrow?

What if they put their emerging genius into telling something that could be called The Ongoing Story of Christ?

Would helpful fellow-fans donate their time to build CGI models if needed, or stitch together costumes, or build props, or write scripts?

Is that an exciting thought, or what?

Humble Pi

Today has been humble pi. “Humble” because it has been an humbling experience … first, in Bible class this morning, being humbled by the confession of a brother who has been giving in to his addiction to pain medication following a back injury a couple of years ago. The thirty or so of us in class just gathered around him, put our hands on his shoulders, hugged his neck, and prayed as two elders led us.

Then, this evening, being humbled by the courage of a close friend sharing the lamentations he and his wife shared ten years ago this week at the loss of their infant son.

I will never forget the words the minister shared at that funeral that the two of them had shared with him:

“We don’t know why God took our son home. But we also don’t know why He blessed us with a beautiful older daughter, and family and friends to love and support us.”

Such wisdom; such eternal perspective.

Why “Pi”?

I guess that eternal perspective. God’s unending love glimpsed so clearly for those moments in all its length and breadth and heighth and depth that nothing could separate us from it.

That, and the inexpressible nature of the feeling of humility it gives you, and the perception of His greatness. Like the exact value of pi, you can just go on and on adding expression after expression to describe it, but you would never reach the end.

Never ever ever.

Amen.

One Sweet Diagnosis

Fred Peatross is posting notes from Len Sweet at the NexChurch Conference at Kentucky Christian University, and if you’re having trouble fitting into the “modern” paradigm – or even if you’re not – they are well worth your perusal/evaluation/meditation.

See Notes from NexChurch Conference; Len Sweet.

I have concerns about modernism. I have concerns about post-modernism. Modernism seems to favor the notion that rationality is God; post-modernism seems to prefer the idea that God is passion. Both, of course, are true.

Not just one or the other.

Those of us who grew up tiring of the church radio format of “all-rational; all-the-time” find fresh hope in examining the other side of the coin.

One coin. Two sides.

(Okay, I’ll stop beating you about the head – and heart – with my disdain of “only one way to view things” thinking now.)

I’m Encouraged Today

Read Doug’s post The Storm Is Passing Over about the calm that seems to be descending on the ICOC fellowship after some clouds were recently growing dark.

If you prayed for this calm along with me, others and our siblings in the International Churches of Christ, thank you.

Don’t mis-read me as implying that there are no differences between churches of Christ and ICOC – there are plenty!

But I seem to remember my childhood hero Mr. Spock concluding in one of those dime-store Star Trek novelizations:

“A difference which makes no difference is no difference ….”

Thank you, God. Make us one in the fellowship of your Son’s table.

What Kind of a God …?

… plants a poisonwood tree in the middle of the garden He designed for His children, right close to a tree that would give life forever?

… lets the Adversary persecute and torture a just man like Job?

… permits His very own, innocent Son to be stripped, whipped, beaten, spat upon, mocked, and hung by nails until dead?

I struggle with that. I struggle with all the hurricane and tsunami and terrorism questions: What kind of a God allows all that?

Tony Campolo says that the Hebrew Bible never calls God omnipotent; just “mighty.” Maybe not, but the Greek part of the Bible prays: “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine …” That’s pretty powerful. As Han Solo says, “I can imagine a lot.”

I don’t know all the big words that cover the big concepts regarding God.

But I believe He’s a God who is Love. He sees life and death and suffering and temporality very differently than we do. He doesn’t see them as un-real; very much the opposite. (Else why would He spend His time in eternity wiping away tears, as He is pictured doing near the close of the Revelation?)

He sees death as part of His plan for life, and suffering as a reminder that sin and its consequences make giving up our lives in exchange for eternity with Him an attractive prospect.

He planned for choice as the opportunity to un-do everything done wrong since He shared that garden.

He understands that choice has no value if there are no real, oppositional alternatives to choose between.

He’s doing everything within the limitation of our free will – which is His will for us to have, and His idea in the first place – to persuade us to see every”thing” around us as temporary. Grass of the field. A flower that blooms but a day. A vapor that vanishes.

Yet eternally important. Because now is the time we choose. Now we choose the future; not just for ourselves and our children and their children on this little world. We choose forever in the next world.

We choose.

Choice is a great, great good. We take it for granted in our nation, where blood bought political freedom to choose. We take it for granted in our churches, where blood purchased freedom to choose between life with God or death without Him. We think of it too cheaply.

We think too little of what choice costs.

We think too little of the God who bought it for us.

We think we know better; that we can create a God in our own image and box Him in with our philosophical cleverness. We think we can answer the questions He thrusts at Job, in our enlightened scientific brilliance. We think we’ll be able to cheat Death somehow by our own craft.

With apologies to the Broadway musical of the 1970s – we think His arms are too short to box with us.

With apologies to J.B. Phillips – we accuse God of thinking that we are too small.

God forgive us.

Please keep on being so great that You let us ask the questions in our frustration and ignorance, even when we can’t understand all the answers; even if You gave them all to us.

God forgive us.

Please go on being patient with us until we can get over ourselves and into Your heart.

God forgive us.

Please always be the kind of God You are.

A Point Beyond Which …

I’m troubled by a sudden insight into my own character ….

I’ve long known that there is a point beyond which I will not go on any given temptation or issue of doctrine or question of faith. A point where I say to myself, “All right, I’ll do this … but I won’t do that.” I’m not real happy about where some of them are, but those defining points of wrongness and sin have to be somewhere, don’t they?

What bothers me more is not the floor formed by those points that I stand on, uneven and spiky though it may be.

It’s the fact that I’ve erected a ceiling of points beyond which I will not go in serving, in worshiping, in believing.

And they’re between me and my God.

They’re defined exactly the same way: “Okay, I’ll do this … but I won’t do that. I’ll go this far, but not a step closer. I’ll give this much, but not a moment / dollar / foot-pound of effort more.”

Limits. Ceilings. Points beyond which I will not go.

It’s pointless – pardon the pun – to have them, because if God truly works in me through His Spirit, there can’t be any limits in that direction.

There just can’t be any.