Observations on Theology, Culture and the Hosier family

Saturday, 31 July 2010

BOOK REVIEW: GOD'S BATTALIONS


God’s Battalions: The Case for the Crusades, by Rodney Stark

Stark is a name that has become familiar to many of us in the small but growing circle of those influenced by Tim Keller, as Keller often references Stark’s earlier book, The Rise of Christianity. Stark is a sociologist who delights in digging up evidence undermining the conventional wisdom on issues of history and faith; which is what he does provocatively in God’s Battalions.

Provocatively, because it is undisputed in the school education system and general culture that the Crusades were ‘a bad thing’, that the Muslims were on the side of the angels, that the ‘Christians’ were primitive thugs, and that all the current woes of the West’s relationship with the Middle-East are merely the inevitable outworking of this earlier, unfortunate phase of our history. Stark refutes all these givens.

A significant problem for us in considering the Crusades is that we are dealing with a culture that is in pretty much every respect alien to us. It is hard to imagine ourselves into a world where everyone was deeply religious, yet at the same time often deeply immoral. To step back into medieval Europe would be at least as culturally disorienting for us as going to live amongst the Taliban today. Our cultural grid is just radically different from that of our Crusading forbears.

The greatest tragedy of the Crusades is perhaps that those taking part truly believed that by doing so they were atoning for their sins and earning salvation. A clear understanding of salvation by grace through faith would have avoided a lot of grief… But this erroneous theology did produce some colourful characters: “Thorvald was a renowned Viking who had converted to Christianity… He undertook a pilgrimage in 990 seeking to atone for having killed two poets who had mocked his faith and another man who had criticized his preaching.” I feel a certain empathy with Thorvald..!

Stark takes a broadsword to the assumptions we have about this period of history. He refutes the accepted wisdom that Muslims were tolerant of non-Muslims in the lands they conquered. He argues that the accomplishments of Muslim culture were actually the accomplishments of Christians and Jews (the dhimmi) living under Islamic rule, and that the Muslim population itself was culturally backward. (For example, the Dome of the Rock mosque in Jerusalem was built by Byzantine architects and craftsmen rather than Muslims.) He accepts Crusader claims on their own terms – that Muslims were the aggressors, who had invaded Christian lands, and oppressed the Christians over whom they ruled. He states that “Muslim memories and anger about the Crusades are a twentieth-century creation” in response to British and French imperialism after World War I and the creation of the state of Israel after World War II.

The fact that “the total number of books translated into Arabic during the 1,000 years since the age of Caliph Al-Ma’moun (a ninth-century Arab ruler who was a patron of cultural interaction between Arab, Persian, and Greek scholars) to this day is less than those translated in Spain in one year” has been oft quoted and Stark claims that “the inability of Muslims to keep up with the West occurred because Muslim or Arab culture was largely an illusion resting on a complex mix of dhimmi cultures, and as such, it was easily lost and always vulnerable to being repressed as heretical. Hence when in the fourteenth century Muslims in the East stamped out nearly all religious nonconformity, Muslim backwardness came to the fore.”

Stark argues that the military successes of the Crusaders were also due to Muslim backwardness. For example, the Muslim navy was composed of ships that were copies of the boats of Christians, and were crewed by mercenaries from the West – this inevitably put them at a disadvantage against the more up-to-date craft of the Crusaders, and their more motivated crews.

A recurring theme in Stark’s romp through the Crusading centuries is the tension that existed between Eastern and Western Christianity. Again and again the Byzantines, who had requested help from the West in order to resist the encroaching Muslims, betrayed and undermined the Crusader armies. That the Crusaders plundered Constantinople is often quoted as an example of the brutality and idiocy of the period, but reading Stark’s arguments it becomes much more understandable why this event occurred.

Stark concludes his book pithily,

The thrust of the preceding chapters can be summarized very briefly. The Crusades were not unprovoked. They were not the first round of European colonialism. They were not conducted for land, loot, or converts. The crusaders were not barbarians who victimized the cultivated Muslims. They sincerely believed that they served in God’s battalions.

This conclusion will probably jar against everything you have ever been told about the Crusades, and if for no reason other than that this book is worth a read.

Tuesday, 20 July 2010

THANKFULNESS

My friend The Simple Pastor has been posting on thankfulness.

I, too, feel many reasons to be thankful, and preached on this subject last Sunday. During the sermon we paused to break bread together and our wonderful worship leader Ben Green sang a song he had written expressing his gratitude to God. Obviously, this is not a high quality recording, but have a listen to it - I think its great. You can find the sermon here, and the song starts at 23:16.

(Two posts in one day - it must be nearly the holidays!)

BOOK REVIEW: CYCLING HOME FROM SIBERIA

There has been a bit of a cycling theme in my last few posts. That the Tour de France is currently on is of course fuel for this, and a very exciting Tour it is proving to be. Yesterdays stage was full of drama. So, with all this biking excitement, a review of a cycling book…

A friend bought me Rob Lilwall’s Cycling Home from Siberia for my birthday, and it has been a good read, which should appeal far more widely than simply to those who like bikes. If you like travel writing, or adventure, or stories of personal courage and endurance, then you will probably enjoy this.

Lilwall started his bike ride in Siberia, in winter and carried on pedalling for three years and 30,000 miles, taking a convoluted route home. As this was such an epic journey the book inevitably only skims over the surface, but that is probably to the good – a book that gave all the details (“Got up. Rode a long way. Ate some food. Found somewhere to sleep”) would soon get rather tiresome.

Some legs of the journey, such as cycling across Australia’s Nullarbor Plain were obviously demanding, but ‘safe’ while other legs were rather death defying. Riding through Siberia in winter, the jungles of Papua New Guinea and Afgahanistan are not the kind of things that most people opt to do with their time. It is all very inspiring, but also potentially depressing as it is the kind of exploit that can leave the rest of us feeling rather flabby and timid!

An additional interest in the book for me is that Lilwall is a Christian, and so it is a story of his exploration of faith as well as of a long bike trip. Christianity is by definition a community exercise, while riding a bike around the world is a very solitary pursuit. Lilwall recognizes this and has some interesting self-reflection on what the ride did to him:

I knew that the journey had helped me develop: I had got very fit, become a better problem solver, overcome my shyness at meeting new people and grown slightly braver. However, I had also been hoping that the journey would improve my character. But from the way I sometimes behaved with my companions – my impatience with their weaknesses, my need to prove myself, my overly strong opinions in conversation and my general self-absorbtion – I had reason to be alarmed about what or who I had become… It was clearly high time for me to live in one place again, amidst a community of friends, church and family who would help rub the rough edges off me.


The importance of community is something we all need to learn, but hopefully for most of us it doesn’t take a three year bike ride to learn it!

An inspiring book then, and a great one to take on your holidays. Lilwall’s website is also worth checking out. And if it inspires more of us to get on our bikes, or to have some kind of adventure, so much the better.

Saturday, 17 July 2010

PORN

I’ve been thinking a lot about porn the past few days.

‘Pornography’ is a word derived from two Greek words that literally mean ‘writing about prostitutes’ and it is big business – a multi-billion pound business.

Porn works by captivating first the eyes, and then the rest of the senses. Of course, it is not only sexual immorality that works this way, but anything we find deeply attractive or seductive. For example, this works for me – a £12,000 bike for sale at one of our local bike shops. That’s a lot of carbon…

So, I’m thinking about porn. Largely this is because Grace & I are taking five seminars at Newday on (you’ve guessed it) sex, and one of those sessions is going to be on porn. In preparation I have read Wired for Intimacy: How pornography hijacks the male brain, by William M. Struthers. Truth to tell, it even felt a little bit creepy reading a book that critiques porn; as though simply considering the subject was pervy. To make matters worse, I somehow managed to order a special large print version, which meant the book was larger than the regular, and wouldn’t fit so easily in a brown paper bag. I did feel a little self-conscious reading it – it kinda stands out.

Anyway, Struthers is a professor of psychology, a Christian, and has written this book to demonstrate how and why porn is so captivating to men. Struthers ranges fairly far and wide over the whole spectrum of human sexuality, which can be a little frustrating at times as it feels like he is getting off subject, but does set porn within its larger context. The centre of the book (literally as well as metaphorically) is a chapter on how the male brain responds to porn. There is a fair amount of biological terminology to wrestle with here, but basically it seems to come down to the fact that porn works on the brain like crack cocaine, which is why it is so addictive, and why the images men see get so deeply burned in their memories.

Critiques of porn tend themselves to be critiqued by those who want to normalise the use of porn and claim that there is no harm in it, only benefit. Struthers has little truck with these arguments,

Porn is a whispered promise. It promises more sex, better sex, endless sex, sex on demand, more intense orgasms, experiences of transcendence. Time spent with porn prevents the user from engaging in real relationships with real people who can better meet their needs.


For Struthers the effects of porn are entirely negative, but in the ‘whispered promise of transcendence’ he identifies what I believe is at the core of porns appeal. As GK Chesterton is attributed as saying (although he didn’t actually say it), “Every man who knocks on the door of a brothel is in someway looking for God.” Sex does offer us something of transcendence; it is in sex that we – in some degree – experience the closest human equivalent to the transcendent experience of union with God. Which is precisely why God has ordained that sex is to be enjoyed only within marriage, as marriage sanctifies sex, reflecting as it does – in some degree – the oneness and difference of the three persons of the Trinity.

Porn is clearly a huge issue and I think it is a safe rule of thumb to assume it is an issue for every man in my church. As I said to my congregation a few weeks back, I look at porn every day – in the sense that so many of the images that appear on roadside adverts, and daily newspapers, let along the stuff on TV, would certainly have been regarded as pornographic a generation or two back. Its just that we have become so conditioned to the stuff that we fail to see it for what it is.

Porn is ubiquitous, yet at the same time is something that few men find it easy to ‘fess up to. One of the great challenges for the church today is to create a culture where sexual purity is regarded with the utmost seriousness and sexual sin treated with radical decisiveness, yet where men feel free to confess their struggles without fearing they will get their heads chopped off, and forever be regarded as beyond-the-pail-perverts.

While there are a few things I would quibble with in this book, both theologically and practically, I think it is a helpful one to dig in to, in order to understand the impact of porn. However, as a health warning, I would suggest that if you are to read this (and are male) it might be better to do so in accountability with someone else. I found that reading it stirred a strong urge within me to go and look at porn at several points (for the record – I didn’t). That’s the trouble with sex – it is such a powerful force that even when we try and talk about it in a way that is helpful it can lead people into sin. And that is something I shall be thinking about very hard as I spend five days discussing the subject with a bunch of sweaty teenagers at Newday…

Tuesday, 13 July 2010

LADY LUCK

‘Luck’ plays a huge part in the successes and failures of life. Take sport – and as its my favourite sporting spectacle, lets take the Tour de France.

For seven years Lance Armstrong got lucky and won the Tour. He had the attributes of a winner – outstanding fitness, supreme mental toughness, great strategic nous, and a brilliant supporting team. But he also seemed to be lucky. In an event like the Tour, pretty much anything can happen. It lasts for three weeks, the crowds press in on the riders, who have no protection from accident or hostility, crashes are frequent, mechanical failures inevitable. Yet for seven years Armstrong was lucky – he avoided the crashes, got through the crowds and kept riding to the front of the race. This year his luck has gone. He keeps crashing, getting punctures, and on Saturdays first stage in the mountains fell so far behind the leaders that his race is effectively over.

Of course, as followers of Christ, we do not believe in luck! We believe in a Sovereign God who controls every roll of the dice, and the fates of men. However, it is apparent that God – in his sovereignty – has so decreed it that luck appears to operate. Or maybe, we could better express it in terms of God at times allowing his grace to rest on individuals in a peculiar way – such that they win bike races – and at other times this grace is removed.

The lesson for us all is that in every circumstance we should put our trust in God, and in God alone. PJ Smyth writes poignantly about this in response to his cancer.

Ok, so which is it? Is this cancer from the devil or from God? ‘And’ is one of the most important theological words and my current situation is a classic case in point. The answer is of course that this cancer is both from God and the devil, and therefore our response needs to include acknowledgement of both/and… The devil is given a certain amount of rope by God (see Job Chap 1). But every demon, circumstance and molecule is in submission to a sovereign God (Is 46v9-10; Eph 1v11) who is ultimately working all things together for his glory and our good (Rms 8v28).


It is this trust in God that has traditionally made Protestants hostile to games of chance. As Abraham Kuyper expresses it,

Card playing has been placed under a ban by Calvinism, not as though games of all kinds were forbidden, nor as though something demoniacal lurked in the cards themselves, but because it fosters in our heart the dangerous tendency to look away from God, and to put our trust in Fortune or Luck. A game which is decided by keenness of vision, quickness of action, and range of experience, is ennobling in its character, but a game like cards, which is chiefly decided by the way in which the cards are arranged in the pack, and blindly distributed, induces us to attach a certain significance to that fatal imaginative power, outside of God, called Chance or Fortune. To this kind of unbelief every one of us is inclined… To fear God, and to bid for the favors of Fortune, seemed to Calvin as irreconcilable as fire and water.


Poker playing is an increasingly popular recreation, including amongst Christians, and I must admit some qualms about the trend, for the reasons that Kuyper states. I would argue for the freedom of a Christian to play poker, but at the same time it just doesn’t sit comfortably with me as an activity to be pursued.

Liam is stirring an analogous debate on his blog as to whether Christians engaged in the theatre should swear if the play demands it. Of course, this was part of the reason why Calvin was as unenthusiastic about the theatre as he was about card playing – that, as Kuyper puts it, “the constant and ever-changing presentation of the character of another person finally hampers the moulding of your personal character.”

And character is what it is all about. PJ is viewing his cancer as an opportunity for the sovereign God to work greater depth of character in him. Whatever hand life seems to deal us we do have this choice – do I see it all simply as chance or fate or luck? Or as the unfolding plan of a sovereign God who loves me and is working out his plan in my life? In all things, is my character becoming more, or less, like the character of Christ?

Saturday, 10 July 2010

TOGETHER IN POOLE

One of the most exciting things happening for me over the next few weeks is that Jon & Vicki Clark are moving down to Poole from Putney, with Jon joining the staff team at Gateway.

Jon has been leading The Community Church, Putney, the past few years and he and Vicki have put a video together for the friends they are leaving. Watch it and you'll see how graced we are to have them joining us in Poole.

Friday, 9 July 2010

TOGETHER

Well, that is another Together on a Mission done and dusted.

As a movement of churches, we have put a lot of emphasis on Newfrontiers being together, but at last years conference I suddenly saw that ‘together’ also spells out to get her. Jesus died and rose again for his church; he did it to get her. And it is as those who have been captured by the love of Christ that we go on mission together.

I love our togetherness at the conference, our sense of being purchased by Christ, and the way we are propelled back into mission. More than any particular talk or worship highpoint it is just being there that I appreciate. It feels so good to be together in this. Probably the moment at which this is felt most keenly is the last night when we give a session over to prayer for the nations. This year felt especially powerful, and especially blessed – the prayer just flowed, fuelled by Terry Virgo’s magnificent sermon on prayer in the afternoon.

(For those who are looking for content I would particularly recommend some of the seminar streams that got rave reviews. These should be available for download soon and the top picks seem to be Scott Marques track on nation building, David Strouds track, linked to the Everything conference, and the track led by the Theology Forum core team reviewing books by Rob Bell, Tim Keller and NT Wright. I would have liked to have been in Scott’s track, and was meant to take part in David’s and the Theology Forum track, but was unable to do so as I was hosting another on being Faithful & Fruitful through the different stages of life. I had a lot of fun in this track, and would encourage everyone to download the sessions taken by Malcolm Kayes and Don Smith, which were incredibly helpful.)

Being together on a mission is exciting, but it is also costly. As dear friends leave in order to reach new nations there is a cost, and as people move into situations that are overtly hostile to the gospel there is a cost. It all begins to feel much more like the book of Acts.

My experience over the past few years has been that often on the last morning of TOAM things ‘crop up’ that threaten to take some of the shine off it. Today, on a small scale, going to retrieve our car and finding that a (new) tyre was flat because a screw was embedded in it was frustrating. On a much larger scale, getting the news just as the conference was closing that PJ Smyth has Hodgkins lymphoma was devastating. PJ texted a number of us with the news: “Great family cry and pray session. Certain good things from perfect father will result. Blessed hurricane that drives us to Rock of Ages.”

It is together that we go on mission. It is together that we stand with a brother who has been struck down with cancer. It is together that we believe all the promises God has spoken over us. And we do this together, because of our certainty together, that Jesus is going to get her: Jesus loves his church, and the gates of hell will not prevail!

Tuesday, 6 July 2010

IN LOVE WITH YELLOW

One of my friends responded to my enthusiasm for the Tour de France with a “Not exactly a spectator sport though is it?” He couldn’t have been more wrong.

To someone who has never got into cycling the Tour might just look like a blur of carbon and lycra, that passes in a moment and cannot possibly carry the interest of, say, a football game. But get inside it and this is the most gripping of dramas.

I have watched a couple of stages of the Tour from the side of the road (as do 15 million people every year) and from that perspective it is all over quickly, but the race is so much more than those few seconds. There is a lot of banter to be had with other spectators; speculation about which riders will come through first; jockeying for the best view. And there is the caravan, a great convoy of advertising and race vehicles that advance in front of the cyclists for the thousands of miles of the race. Watching the Tour from the roadside is to be part of a huge street party and carnival.

Watch it from the start or finish point of each days stage and it becomes like FA cup day for that town. Huge numbers of people, giant screens to broadcast the action, helicopters circling overhead.

Watch it on TV and you can really see the race unfold. Plus, there is the mesmerising unfolding of the French countryside.

And it is full of drama. Most non-cyclists do not realise the extent to which cycling is a team event. Each cyclist is part of a team, and no-one can win the Tour without a strong team to protect and fight for him. There are races within the race, as riders compete for different categories of recognition. There are the crashes, which add the blood-spilling element required of most compelling sport. There is the incredible athleticism of the riders, who endure what to most of us would be unimaginable, pedalling vast distances each day at an average speed of 25 miles per hour.

There is nothing else quite like it.

One of the top riders, Frank Schleck, crashed out today and broke his collar bone. No more race for him, but the race rumbles on.

Meanwhile, at the Together on a Mission conference, some of our big hitters have been taken out of action. Dr Shana, from Zimbabwe, isn’t here because he wasn’t granted a visa. PJ Smyth is not here because he is having surgery on a lymph gland. Simon Brading isn’t here, as is he claiming back some time from a crazy schedule. But the conference rumbles on!

Like the Tour, TOAM is both social event, carnival, and exercise in endurance. It is great to be back again, to be with friends, and to enjoy God’s presence. And it is good to know that those of us who are here are not merely spectators, but part of the action.

If you are not in Brighton, you can get in on the event by following Adrian’s live blogs , or search for #TOAM on Twitter.