Increedulous

In my Church History class, we have recently moved from the early era of the persecuted church into the era of the church-in-bed-with-the-empire.  This also happens to be the era of creeds.  I get the sense that for many, this represents merely a bunch of names, dates, and outcomes to memorize.  Ancient History.  But for me, this chunk of history has been particularly agonizing, highly relevant, and a poignant reminder that in a few short years, I have to stand in front of my presbytery and affirm that I “sincerely receive and adopt” these creeds as “authentic and reliable expositions of what scripture leads us to believe and do.”

First and foremost among these ecumenical shin-digs is the Council of Nicaea (CE 325).  Seems the whole thing started from an argument between a priest, Arius, and a bishop, Alexander.  Among the things that Arius believed:

  • “The Word” (aka Jesus, aka the Son, aka logos) wasn’t around from the beginning of time (whatever one construes “time” to be, of course) but was “created” by God (aka Jehovah, aka the Father, Creator, etc.).
  • Therefore, God outranks Jesus in the heavenly hierarchy, conveniently preserving the monotheism argument.  But complicating the logical one…
  • God and Jesus are made of different stuff.  Similar stuff, unidentifiable stuff, but decidedly different stuff.
  • God is constant, but word/son/Jesus is subject to change (including suffering).

Apply the converse to most of these arguments, and you have Alexander’s POV.  Arius gathered a following, wrote some texts and even some hymns (maybe something like “Of the Father’s love begotten / ere the worlds began to be after being baptized in Galilee…”) and then everyone got their panties all in a wad.

I know that I’m supposed to agree with Alexander, and most people I’ve encountered seem to do that pretty readily, sometimes without much thought.  The two main arguments (at least from what I could find online and in talking to other students) go something like this:

  • The argument of Alexander was the stronger of the two theologically and logically, and thus prevailed.

From what I can tell, there were intelligent arguments by intelligent men on both sides of the issue, and both firmly supported by different scripture passages.  I guess we could assume that [sarcasm on] Arius was just an idiot who couldn’t read, in which case it *really* baffles me that the best theological minds of the time spent half a century going back and forth before finally resolving the dispute.  Maybe we’re just a lot smarter than they were. [sarcasm off]

  • Alexander’s side eventually DID prevail.  This proves God was somehow guiding the process and wouldn’t have allowed the church to wander down a heretical path.

Except that it did.  For at least fifty years after the council of Nicaea, until the next big council in 381, the church and its leaders continued to go back and forth on the issue.  And unless Arius was just some highly original genius, who’s to say that generations of Christians in the 300 years before the Nicene Creed hadn’t come to similar conclusions? (my history text indicates that Arius’ views reflected the historical tradition held by a large number of Eastern Christians).  Does that mean that God allows the church to remain in heresy, but only for 50 years?  Or is it 300?  Or…well, maybe we’re in a heresy phase right now?

I don’t know that I actually agree with Arius.  Or Alexander.  Actually, the voice that most resonates most with me in this debate is that of the Roman Emporor at the time, the famed Constantine.  He wrote a letter to both knuckleheads, saying (among other things):

It was wrong in the first instance to propose such questions as these, or to reply to them when propounded.  For those points of discussion which are enjoined by the authority of no law, but rather suggested by the contentious spirit which is fostered by misused leisure, even though they may be intended merely as an intellectual exercise, ought certainly to be confined to the region of our own thoughts, and not hastily produced in the popular assemblies, nor unadvisedly entrusted to the general ear.  For how very few are there able either accurately to explain subjects so sublime and abstruse in their nature?

Translation:  You both have waaaaay too much time on your hands.  You should try farming, or fighting barbarians sometime.  Then see how important your consubstantiation is.  Constantine continues (and I add some emphasis)…

The cause of your difference has not been any of the leading doctrines or precepts of the divine law, nor has any new heresy respecting the worship of God arisen among you.  You are in truth of one and the same judgment: you may therefore well join in communion and fellowship.  For as long as you continue to contend about these small and very insignificant questions, it is not fitting that so large a portion of God’s people should be under the direction of your judgment, since you are thus divided between yourselves…(Eusebius, Life of Constantine, II, 69-71)

But Constantine was just an emperor.  What could he know? He wasn’t even baptized until he was on his deathbed, the heathen.  So, they ignored him of course, not because he didn’t make sense, but (my opinion here) because they each wanted to be RIGHT! And we still do.  Unfortunately for Arius, democracy can be a real bitch, so he got outvoted at the council.  And excommunicated.  And then he was reinstated, and Alexander was excommunicated.  And then Arius was excommunicated again.  You get the idea…

Meanwhile, the church kept having councils, and kept on saying to those with whom they disagreed, “we’re taking our toys and going home.  You can’t play with us anymore.  Nanny, nanny, boo, boo.”  Unity and uniformity gained, diversity and freedom lost.

When I go before my Committee for Preparation for ministry, I wonder if I can take a third option?  Can I say, in reference to the creeds, I don’t care?  Affirm, not affirm, it doesn’t matter to me one way or another.  Let me simply do the things that Jesus did, rather than say the things his followers said, 300 years later.

The illegal immigrant wandering through the desert without water doesn’t really give a rip whether God and Jesus are made out of the same substance.  But Jesus tells me to give him something to drink.  To the teenager whose father died in a car accident, it is utterly insignificant whether Jesus was created by God or always existed.  But Jesus tells me to comfort him. What is ministry?  What is a minister?

Perhaps we have too long supposed that what we believe informs who we are and what we do.  Maybe it’s the other way around.  Maybe what we do informs who we are and what we believe.  Perhaps what ties me to my Presbyterian brothers and sisters is not the historic creeds we all profess nearly as much as it is the shared relationships and shared ministry I have found among them.

I hope they’ll still let me in…

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At the Beginning of the Road

Today was the first day of classes for the fall semester — marking the beginning of my first (junior) year as a seminary student at Princeton Theological Seminary.  Since I last posted about my fall schedule, I’ve made a few changes:  I dropped my Old Testament class (placed out of it, actually, since I had an OT course as an undergraduate at Oral Roberts), and added a one-credit class called Readings in Patristic Greek.  This takes my course load down to a meager 10 credit hours this semester — which is a good thing, because I also got a work-study job with the Seminary’s Institute for Youth Ministry doing web-development type stuff.

Grady has started school, too — he’s attending the Dupree Center (it’s the seminary sponsored pre-school) two half-days a week, and seems to be having a great time with his classmates and his teacher, Mr. Allan.  His birthday was on his second day of school, so he took muffins to class and they had a party.  He also likes looking through the school microsope at their collection of shellacked bugs (so I taught him how to say “entomologist”).

Not to be outdone, Abby is starting, too…starting to crawl.  Everywhere.  She has a funny sort of crawl, too that almost seems like it involves more work than doing it the regular way  (I hope that’s not indicative of future personality type).

And amidst it all, Amy has been the glue that holds all of us together as we walk, run, and crawl in new directions.  She’s also discovered a new love for the ocean and the beach, as somehow we managed to spend three of the past four weekends before classes started at various beaches on the New Jersey shore.

Looking backwards at our departure from Texas, our journey to the East Coast, and the past few months here in New Jersey, I’m glad we decided to come early for Summer Greek.  Today was a day of beginnings for most students in my class, but for me (and for my family, too, I think) it feels comfortable.  Familiar.  I know that we’re still a whole lot closer to the “beginning” than to the middle or end, and there will still be plenty of unfamiliar situations, experiences, and even trials to come, but for now things are good.  I’m confident that these years will be a special time for our family — one that we’ll look back on nostalgically in lifetimes to come.

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Presbymeme II

Bruce Reyes-Chow, who is to the Presbyterian Church what Jesus was to mankind, but without the whole divinity thing [ducks in anticipation of things being thrown at him], and who also happens to be our very serious and distinguished moderator, is at it again with the memes.  I had the honor of being tagged by my fellow heretic, Maria Anderson.

The Rules

  • In about 25 words each, answer the following five questions.
  • Tag five presbyterian bloggers and send them a note to let them know they were tagged.
  • Be sure to link to this original post.
  • Leave a comment or send a trackback to this post so others can find you.

1) What is your favorite faith-based hymn, song or chorus?

It would be cheating (or at the very least, waaay too self-promoting) to list any of my own songs. So I won’t do that.  But I do think that hymns are solidly in the folk-music stream, so I count many of them as favorites.  Sadly, my all-time favorite hymn is NOT in the Presbyterian Hymnal:  Are Ye Able?

2) What was the context, content and/or topic of the last sermon that truly touched, convicted, inspired, challenged, comforted and/or otherwise moved you?

So I guess it’s symptomatic of both my Presbyterian denomination and my postmodern self that I just can’t answer this question.  I don’t know that a “single sermon” has ever really been able to do that for me, although my former pastor, Philip Lotspeich, had some great ones.  But in all honesty, it was through our relationship that my life was transformed, not the sermons.  And I’m so not looking forward to my “Speech Communications In Ministry” class next semester, or any preaching class, for that matter.

3) If you could have all Presbyterians read just one of your previous posts, what would it be and why?

One that got me into a good amount of trouble when I wrote it:  Masturbation Church.  Because when it comes to the church, it’s time to just be honest about things, and get over our petty concerns about what’s *appropriate* to talk about in public or not.

4) What are three PC(USA) flavored blogs you read on a regular basis?

5) If the PC(USA) were a movie, what would it be and why?

I’m jealous of Carol, who already had the perfect answer with The Namesake.  Still, I think we’ve got a little bit of Monty Python’s Life of Brian going on, too.  We often seem to be right next door to what’s *really* going on, and pretty clueless about it.  Still, at the end of the day we’ve been a part of some pretty amazing history, done some things to be proud of (even if unintentionally) and in the midst tough circumstances (like being crucified), we can still whistle and sing “Always look on the bright side of your life…”

Ok, so now we get to pass this on.  I tag Dannah, Sarah, Adam, Andrew, Russell, and Drew. (Yeah, we all know by now that I can’t count.  Big deal.)

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Fall Classes

Even though I’m still in the thick of Summer Greek, I managed to register for classes this week, along with all the other incoming Juniors here at Princeton Theological Seminary.  Almost all of the classes are required, so I didn’t have too much say in the matter, but I did get to pick one “elective.” Here are the course descriptions:

  1. Survey of Early and Medieval Church History. The life and thought of the Christian church from the apostolic period to the eve of the Reformation. Lectures and group discussions of brief writings representative of major movements and doctrinal developments. Designed as an orientation to the shape of the whole tradition in its social setting.  (Mr. Rorem)
  2. Introduction to Christian Education and Formation. This course provides an introduction to the ministry of Christian education and formation in congregations.  Course participants will consider the pedagogical dimensions of Word, baptism, and Eucharist in relation to both the formation of Christian identity and constructive engagement in pluralistic and rapidly changing contexts. (Mr. Mikoski)
  3. Orientation to Old Testament Studies.  An introduction to selected perspectives of the Old Testament through lectures, preceptorial group study, and directed reading in the Old Testament itself and in secondary literature. (Ms. Sakenfeld and Mr. Olson)
  4. Speech Communication in Ministry I. Weekly workshops on speech communication in the context of ministry emphasizing critical and empathic study of biblical and other literature as encountered in the spoken word. Exploration of principles involved in perceiving and expressing denotative and connotative meaning through verbal, vocal, and physical gesture. Development of skill in technical, theoretical, and theological evaluation of one’s own work and the work of others. (Speech Staff)
  5. The Theological Legacy of the Dionysian Forgery.  An investigation of the Pseudo-Dionysian writings and their influence on Christian theology and spirituality, especially medieval mysticism. Attention will also be given to medieval angelology, theological aesthetics (including Gothic architecture), ecclesiastical hierarchy, Thomas Aquinas and scholastic philosophy, negative (apophatic) theology, and liturgical commentaries. Lectures, discussion of readings, and research paper. (Mr. Rorem)

I paid a visit to the bookstore yestserday, and will probably need to sell my firstborn son (sorry, Grady) in order to pay for the books — over $200 just for the two classes that already had the books on the shelf…and counting.  Of the five classes, I’m really excited about two of them, cautiously optimistic about one, indifferent to another, and quite reluctant about one.  Can you figure out which is which (and which one is my elective)?

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A Public Apology

Walking the line between confident self-expression and pompous diatribe is tricky (ironically enough, “diatribe” comes from a Greek word that means “waste of time”). This is certainly true of blogs in general, and mine specifically.

Last week, I crossed that line. I wrote a public criticism of the educational methods used in my Greek class here at seminary. At the time I thought it was balanced and well thought out. It isn’t. Re-reading the post in light of my professor’s reaction to it, I can readily see how I myself would have been really offended if a student had written those words — or any words in that tone — about a class I taught.

Blogging has some great strengths: it gives voice to those who otherwise would not have had voice. It allows bloggers to explore their thoughts and feelings in public conversation with others. But always, always, with freedom comes responsibility. I think it was the apostle Paul who said something along the lines of “although all things are permissible for me, not all things are good for me.” Another way to put it is that freedom without self-restraint can easily become indulgence. Last week, I was guilty of that. As a blogger, I ought to do better.

As one seeking to follow the way of Christ (or even just as a human being), I ought to consider carefully the impact my words have on others, and the harm they can cause. At the very least, I ought to use my words to encourage and build up what is good, rather than to tear down things I have little understanding of.

Since my comments were made in a public forum, I choose to use the same public forum in which to apologize to my professor and to my blog readers, who should expect better of me.

Looking back over previous posts and even reflecting on pre-blog experiences I recognize I have a pattern of speaking first and thinking later, requiring frequent apologies like this one. As an educator, I have affirmed often my belief that repetition and experience are key ingredients of the educational process — so there’s really no good excuse for my failure to have learned this lesson by now. Back to the drawing board…

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Vow of Silence

The day I was born (according to my mother) one of the doctors listened to my loud cries and quipped, “That kid’s ALL mouth!” And somehow that characterization has followed me ever since.

I have an old cassette tape recording of myself in the 3rd grade, talking to the tape recorder. It was a pretty one-sided conversation, but apparently that didn’t bother me too much, as I talked non-stop for 60 minutes on one side, paused to flip the tape, and carried on for another 60 minutes.

Sometimes when my wife asks me about something for which I have a strong opinion (which could be anything from theology to parenting to what color the frying pan *really* is) I get on a soapbox and notice about half an hour later that her eyes have glazed over and her responses have degenerated into “uh huh…yeah…uh huh.”

One might say that I’m prone to diarrhea of the mouth.

Lately, as I’ve been meeting new people here at seminary, and finding plenty of things to opine about, I think it may have gotten worse. Worst of all, I notice sometimes that I’m more interested in what I want to tell people about myself than what I might learn about them. Like, by being quiet and listening? I suspect that if I continue this pattern unchecked, it might make for a lonely four years. Then again, it might also make for some intense competition between me and my son, “getting a word in edgewise,” as he seems poised to follow in my footsteps (which is also a scary thing).

Another thing that’s thrown this habit of mine into the light is some reading I’ve been doing lately on Cistercian Trappist monasticism. While it is certainly a misconception that trappist monks take a “vow of silence” along with their vows of obedience, chastity and poverty, they do place a high value on limiting one’s speech to bare essentials in certain situations, and at certain times of the day. As best as I can understand it, this is an attempt to both cultivate an atmosphere of contemplation, and to practice self-discipline in communication. I imagine it also forces them to be better listeners and reflective thinkers.

It’s a practice I’d like to emulate, at least try to for the next month. Those of you who know me well can stop laughing now… Perhaps if I’m successful it could even turn into a new habit (monastic pun partially intended). However, since I can’t (in the interest of being a good parent, spouse, and student) completely abstain from speech, I’m thinking I’ll mainly stick to limiting or eliminating the following things from my speech:

  1. Unsolicited opinions
  2. Unsolicited information about myself
  3. Unsolicited knowledge (or comments, or questions) for the sole purpose of showing off how smart I am
  4. Idle conversation for the sole purpose of filling awkward silences
  5. Soliloquies (i.e. any uninterrupted speeches over one minute long)
  6. Any words (solicited or not) that might be construed as arrogant, mean-spirited, or critical for the sake of being critical. (I’m not sure how or if this applies to Bill Gates, 1980’s Praise Music, Starbucks, and ASCAP, but they’re probably already safe in light of numbers 1 & 5 above).

I realize I’m setting my sights pretty high here, especially in light of that last one. I will probably fail at some point, most likely tomorrow (or tonight). But it still seems like something worth attempting, and if I’m able to become a more thoughtful person, a better listener, or even just slightly less annoying — then I’ll consider it worthwhile, and worth continuing even when I fail.

And for any smart-ass friends of mine who are about to comment that I’ve already broken all six of my rules in this blog post alone, I’m claiming a general exemption for blog posts. This blog is my sanctuary for long introspective reflection, my outlet for off-the-reservation exploration, and occasional venting. As it is, I only have time to blog once a week on average in the midst of Greekyness. On the other hand, I probably *will* try to apply my rules to comments I make on my own blog and those of others, and to emails and facebook/social network/online conversations.

Of course, that brings me to Twitter (and identi.ca, and ping.fm, and…). Number 4 isn’t a problem, obviously, but I’m kind of wondering if the whole philosophy of twitter goes against numbers 1, 2, 3, and often 5. But then again (let’s try this new listening thing out), what do *you* think?

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How (Not) to Teach Greek

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That may seem like an audacious title coming from someone only three weeks into Summer Greek in his first year of seminary, so let me preface: I’m not an expert in Biblical Greek. I don’t presume to be. But I have spent most of the past decade as a professional educator, and am well-enough read in educational theory to know that good/bad teaching practices transcend subject matter. So with (at the very least) my graduate level studies in educational method, and my years of experience practicing it in the field, I think I’m qualified to say that my frustrations in Greek class are with the way in which the subject is being taught.

The general format of the course seems to be a daily dose of vocabulary words and grammatical forms to be memorized, followed by a lecture explaining any intricacies, followed by group and individual practice with various sentence translation exercises, and then an assessment in the form of a daily timed quiz lasting 10-15 minutes, or a weekly exam lasting approximately 1 hour.

I don’t have a problem with the sentence translation exercises. That’s a very constructivist sort of activity I enjoy doing with my precept group, and then on my own each night in the calm, untimed environment of our apartment with my flashcards, textbook, and tools readily available. My problem is with the amount of memorization required, and the added pressure of a “timed-quiz” where all work must be done from memory. This approach is the antithesis of centuries of progressive educational theory from Rousseau to Vygotsky to Dewey.

I do feel obliged to give my professor some credit here — as a teacher he seems passionate about his subject, and compassionate toward his students. These are, in my opinion, the two most important qualities a teacher can have. And I also perceive that he’s at least moving in the direction of progressive/constructivist methodology: He has often told us how much *less* vocabulary we’re required to memorize than previous classes, and that our textbook was specifically chosen because of its emphasis on learning the basic forms, rather than learning each instance or exception.

But the course is still far from a model of good educational practice, and I suspect that its longevity as a subject has entrenched/enshrined much of the current methodology in the quagmire of tradition. When I approached my professor about this, he indicated a firm belief that students had to at least commit to memory some basic things in order for education to move forward, and that all students should be able to perform certain functions of translation in a reasonable amount of time, hence the timed quizzes.

Perhaps. But the way we commit things to memory is by frequency of usage, not by what my department chair in my first year of teaching referred to as “drill and kill” style quizzes. When I am translating sentences at home, I use my tools to look things up. It doesn’t take me an unreasonable amount of time, and after I’ve looked up the same word or construction several times, I find I no longer need to use the tools. Forcing me to do it without the tools in a time-constrained format the next morning just causes stress and encourages me to make hasty, sloppy mistakes.

I’m fairly confident that nowhere in my eventual usage of Greek — be it as a pastor preparing a sermon, a scholar translating texts, or even on my Presbyterian Greek Ordination Exam — will I be barred from using tools and resources. So perhaps a better assessment of my abilities would be a quiz that measured how well (and even how quickly) I am able to use the tools at my disposal, even if they consist of crude flashcards or form charts. At the very least, in any other academic environment I would be given ample time in which to proofread or check my work before submitting it. Translation as an academic field ought to reward slow, meticulous work, rather than encourage the bad habit of rushing through work to meet a deadline. And (as my high school band director was fond of saying) we tend to perform what we practice, so we should practice what we want to perform.

Early in my teaching career, I required students to commit large numbers of vocabulary and literary terms to memory. Thankfully, my peers — veteran educators of many advanced degrees and many years in the field — steered me in a different direction. By the time I left my teaching position, I invariably allowed students to use all of their notes, term cards, and even texts on assessments. This was deep assessment, and it forced me to write my tests and quizzes in a way that ensured they really understood the material, rather than just regurgitating it.

One final critique. We know pretty decisively that different students learn in different ways, at different paces, and best demonstrate their knowledge through a variety of media. Yet all the assessments in our course (quizzes, exams, and a final exam) share a near identical format. Are we assuming that all students are alike here, or rather that in the interest of convenience, those who learn/process/test in different ways or at different paces should best be left behind? I don’t think that’s the intention of the course, and indeed at this point I don’t think anyone is being “left behind.” But as things progress and get more difficult, this is a danger, for myself as well as for others. Sadly, it’s a danger that would be pretty easy to remedy. And since one of the things I learned as a teacher was to never point out a problem without also offering a solution, here’s what I would do as a progressive educator, were I back on the other side of the desk:

  1. I would place the quizzes at the end of our 1st morning precept sessions, rather than at the beginning. Seeing as they are followed by a 30 minute break, this would give those who need it more time. It also has the advantage of allowing students and preceptors to go over the homework (i.e. more practice which breeds more understanding) before the quiz.
  2. I would allow/encourage the usage of flashcards, the textbook, and/or class handouts during quizzes and exams. Then I might feel free to make the quizzes more “tricky” or challenging — it would teach students to use resources better, think more critically, and more meticulously. And *that* will serve them best in the worlds of ministry AND academia.
  3. I would encourage students who feel that the tests/quizzes don’t reflect their actual knowledge of the subject matter to propose alternative strategies for themselves — I could then accept, reject, or modify these based on my own evaluation of the student’s needs, using my judgment as a professional educator. I might even be surprised with some of the ideas that result.

Actually that’s just a start — I’d probably overhaul the entire class to make it truly constructivist, which would require a different seminary with a different approach to education altogether. Nevertheless, any of these things alone would go a long way toward improving the course. All of them together would be outstanding.

Today, our professor cited our uniform high grades on the last exam, accompanied by the adage, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Well, I think the high grades are more reflective of the intense pressure of this particular competitive academic environment. Broken things are sometimes not evident from surface level assessments. For example:

  • Do we want students to merely “ace the class,” or do we want them to build habits for the future?
  • Which habits, and what are we doing in our methodology to encourage those habits?
  • Even if all the students excel in the class, how much is the educational methodology doing to foster a lifelong love and use for the subject material?

I find that it’s quickly killing off what was an initial excitement and interest for me (and I love languages, as well as Ancient Greek culture and literature, so that’s pretty hard to do). In the future, I will most likely associate Greek with having to recall things quickly under pressure. I guess if someone holds a gun to my head someday and asks me to translate a passage from the New Testament, I’ll be well prepared!

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