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Monday, 10 January 2022

'Lament For A Son' by Nicholas Wolterstorff

 This is beautiful and painful.

 It is not a book in the ordinary sense of the word, it is more like a collection of diary entries - but all on one subject. The author is grieving for his twenty-five year old son who died while climbing a mountain. It is a ‘Grief Observed’, but more eclectic, perhaps more intimate. There is sadness in every entry; gentle prose; some poetry; many questions; some profundity, and some bruised hope. It is a book to read slowly. After finishing it, I thought I should go through it again and write down some of what is there. Here is what I copied.

 Every lament is a love-song. Will love-songs one day no longer be laments?

 We took him too much for granted. Perhaps we all take each other too much for granted. The routines of life distract us…I didn’t know how much I loved him until he was gone. Is love like that?’

 His absence is as present as our presence, his silence as loud as our speech.

 It is the neverness that is so painful. Never again to be here with us…Only our death can stop the pain of his death.

 Must we all be swept forever on, away, beyond, beauty lost, and love, sorrow hard on sorrow, until the measure of our losses has been filled?

 Each death is as unique as each life…and the solitude of suffering which accompanies that uniqueness. We say ‘I know how you are feeling’. But we don’t.

 I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see

 Nothing fills the void of his absence

 My son is gone. Only a hole remains, a void, a gap, never to be filled.

 But please: Don’t say it’s not really so bad. Because it is. Death is awful, demonic.

 To comfort me, you have to come close. Come sit beside me on my mourning bench.

 To fully persuade us of death’s reality, and of its grim finality, our eyes and hands must rub against death’s cold hard body, body against body, painfully.

 Now here I was, standing in front of that congregation, they too standing, tears streaming down my face and down theirs, tears answering to tears.

 I do not remember what I said – only that he was a bright flower cut down before he bloomed, that I did not know how much I loved him until he died, and that his great love was his death.

 Mystery, terrible mystery

 Something is over. In the deepest levels of my existence something is finished, done.

 Instead of lines of memory leading up to his life in the present, they all enter a place of cold inky blackness and never come out.

 Sorrow is no longer the islands but the sea

 When someone loved leaves home, home becomes a mere house

 I walked into a store. The ordinariness of what I saw repelled me…How could everybody be going about their ordinary business…?

 Is there no music that fits our brokenness? The music that that speaks about our brokenness is not itself broken. Is there no broken music?

 Grief isolates…As each death has its own character, so too each grief over a death has its own character – its own inscape. My sorrow is not your sorrow.

 Wounded love is special love, special in its wound. Now I think of him every day; before I did not.

 Death is shalom’s mortal enemy. Death is demonic. We cannot live at peace with death. The writer of Revelation…said on that day, ‘There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain for the old order of things has passed away.’

 I shall accept my regrets as part of my life

 God is appalled by death

 I do not know why God did not prevent Eric’s death. I have no explanation. I can do nothing else than endure in the face of this deepest and most painful of mysteries

 My wound is an unanswered question. The wounds of all humanity are an unanswered question.

 And where are you (God) in this darkness? I learned to spy you in the light. Here in the darkness I cannot find you.

 A bruised faith, a longing faith, a faith emptied of nearness

 Everyone knows that there is no technology for overcoming death. Death is left for God’s overcoming.

 Our net of meaning is too small. There’s more to our suffering than our guilt.

 Truly you are a hidden God (Pascal)

 Am I deluded in believing that in God the question shouted out by the wounds of the world has its answer?

 We are surrounded by death. As we walk through the grasslands of life it lurks everywhere. We live among the dead, until we join them

 How is faith to endure, O God, when you allow all this scraping and tearing on us? If you have not abandoned us, explain yourself…instead of hearing an answer we catch sight of God himself scraped and torn.

 Instead of explaining our suffering God shares it.

 In what respects do we mirror God? One answer rarely finds its way onto our list: in our suffering. Perhaps the thought is too appalling.

 Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted. Who then are the mourners? The mourners are those who have caught a glimpse of God’s new day, who ache with all their being for that day’s coming, and who break out into tears when confronted by its absence…. the mourners are aching visionaries.

 Suffering is a mystery as deep as any in our existence. Suffering keeps its face hid from each while making itself known to all.

 Suffering is for the loving. If I hadn’t loved him, there wouldn’t be this agony. In commanding us to love, God invites us to suffer.

 Suffering is down at the centre of things, deep down where the meaning is. But mystery remains. Why isn’t Love -without suffering the meaning of things? Why is suffering-Love the meaning?

 ‘Put your hand into my wounds’, said the risen Jesus to Thomas, ‘and you will know how I am’ The wounds of Christ are his identity. In my living, my son’s dying will not be the last word. But as I rise up, I bear the wounds of his death. My rising does not remove them. They mark me. If you want to know who I am, put your hand in.

 Suffering is the shout of ‘No’ by one’s whole existence to that over which one suffers…And sometimes when the cry is intense there emerges a radiance which seldom appears.

 Suddenly here he is again. The chain of suggestion can begin almost anywhere: a phrase heard in a lecture, an unpainted board on a house, a lamp-pole, a stone. Everything is charged with the potential of a reminder. There is no forgetting.

 Will I hear Eric say someday, really now I mean, ‘Hey Dad, I’m back’?

But remember I made all this and raised my son from the dead, so…

 At the end of the book, which is barely a hundred pages long, there is the text of a requiem, also very moving. The requiem begins with the awfulness of death; but at the end there is hope, ending with these final words:

 Behold I am making all things new. I am the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. (Revelation 21)

Friday, 11 September 2020

‘Great Is Thy Faithfulness’ Memoirs of Bible Translator David Bendor-Samuel

When I finished ‘Great Is Thy Faithfulness’ I thought – ‘This is a life well-lived. There are lessons here for us all.’ The book is not thin. It is a portly 589 pages; however it is a smooth, easy read. Before you know you are at the end of one chapter and wondering if you have time to read the next. 

There are reasons for this. The story line is clear: this is the life of the author, from child-hood to retirement. There are endless by-ways he could have gone down, but he keeps us on the main path: his life, and especially his life as a missionary with Wycliffe Bible Translators[1]. Moreover the story fascinates, taking the reader both to a primitive tribe in the Amazon basin, and to the senior offices of one of the world’s largest mission organisations with cameo portraits of some of its pioneers such as Cameron Townsend, Kenneth Pike, and George Cowan.

 Another reason is the prose. It is steady, clear and dignified; the words precise, but also pleasing and apt. There is no gushing or gratuitous emotionalism. There is of course emotion, but the author lets the story do its own work as when he tells of his courtship with his child-hood sweet heart, Margaret, now his wife of sixty-four years. Romance was flourishing - until they attended a Keswick convention. She stood for the missionary call; he didn’t. And so separation was inevitable. She never thought of another man; he never thought of another woman. But they were apart; God’s will must come first. However his understanding of how God calls someone changed, and he began attending night classes at London Bible College. This is where Margaret was a residential student. There was a break in his New Testament Greek class and he went to make his hot drink; and, yes, Margaret appeared. Maybe it’s not quite Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan on the top of the Empire State Building, but it is still quite a scene even in the humbler setting of a Bible College dining room. There is plenty of feeling, but it is all in the story, not in horrible loud exclamation marks.

 It would be understandable to see this autobiography as important for shedding light on the growth of the Wycliffe Bible Translators, for this is the organisation the author served till he retired when he was nearly 80. Wherever you turn, there is Wycliffe, or its cousin, the Summer Institute of Linguistics[2]. However that would be a mistake. The book is not about an organisation, it is about a man’s life and, as said, there are important lessons to learn from the life of Dr David Bendor-Samuel.

 One would be that the important decisions in his life are marked by careful thinking. This is what happened when there was that change in his understanding about what a calling meant. David had thought there had to be a clear divine invitation for the missionary, which he had not received. However he saw that Paul’s movements in Acts were controlled by a ‘logical thought process’. So he concluded the Christian should look for a principle in the Bible, and carefully apply this to their own situation. Again and again the author brought this understanding to bear when he faced important decisions. And he faced several. As anyone in Christian work knows, emotional decision making can leave a lot of damage in its wake. This emphasis on calm logical thinking is an important lesson for us all.

 Another lesson, closely connected to the above, is the way David handled sudden changes and set-backs. He took them on the chin, they hurt, but he again applied logical thinking which led him to submit to his circumstances. You could call it submissive thinking.

 After four years in the Amazon basin the family returned to home in 1963 to England just for a break (missionaries call it a furlough); but while there, out of the blue, he was asked to become the Acting Head of Wycliffe in the UK. After two years the family returned to Brazil and were making excellent progress with the translation of the Scriptures into the Guajajara language. And then again, just after one year, the call came to lead the work in the UK.

 ‘This was a complete surprise to us, and initially it brought us a good deal of dismay’.

 The dismay was because everything was in place for the translation of the Scriptures into Guajajara. But they had to hand it over. Then settling back into the UK, after three years another surprise request: to become the international coordinator for literacy which would mean moving with all his family to Dallas.

 As well as these unexpected changes, there were outright disappointments. In the jungle their house was burnt down. David was at a conference at the time: ‘A telegram arrived with the message ‘house in Pindare destroyed by fire’. When he was head of the Wycliffe UK a boiler was left on and burnt down the kitchen and the dining room at the mission’s main centre. Also when he was responsible for the work in the UK, the government decided to build a motorway through the Wycliffe property.

 After moving to the USA there are no reports of fires, but the set-backs seem harsher. In the 1990’s each national Wycliffe organisation was given autonomy, and David was appointed the Vice President for Wycliffe organisations. This involved a lot of travel, diplomacy, and administration. It was a job he did well, so much so that the CEO gave most of his attention to SIL affairs (the translation work), leaving the Wycliffe side of things to David. Indeed at one point he decided to formally delegate this responsibility to David. Then, without warning, the CEO changed his mind, and appointed another man to take this role on. When David asked what he was meant to do, the CEO replied that he did not know. David allows himself one short paragraph to express his disappointment over this:

 ‘For the past six years, I had worked very hard indeed, virtually single handed, to re-organise the Wycliffe side of things, and I knew that I had done a good job…..It just didn’t seem right or sensible.’

 Just over ten years later came another set-back, probably the most bitter. David’s last senior role with Wycliffe was as the International Coordinator for Pastoral Care. His major contribution here – as mentioned – was to introduce reconciliation training. It was called ‘Dealing With Conflict Biblically’ (DCB). The course had been warmly received and David was developing the material so his successor could ensure the DCB course continued. In 2008 the news came that there would be no successor.

 ‘This came as a stunning blow. It had been decided that nobody was going to be appointed as my successor in leading the DCB programme since this was to be closed down as an International Function at Dallas.’

 In all of these sudden changes and set backs there is a common theme: submissive thinking. This does not mean there is not a raw reaction. The set backs are ‘blows’, there is ‘dismay’, there is ‘spiritual struggle’, but soon there is a bounce back.

 With those requests to dramatically change his plans David’s attitude had almost a soldier’s feel to it. His view was that he was being asked to do this by someone senior in the organisation that God had led him to join. Hence without strong reasons, he should obey.

 With the fires, and the motorway plan, David looked to and believed Romans 8:28, that it would work out for good. This was submitting to God’s providence, and so in each case it turned out to be.

 And so too for those harsher disappointments towards the end of his career. Regarding the abrupt decision of the CEO not to confirm the role supervising the Wycliffe organisations, David writes this:

 ‘Gradually, the Lord helped me to accept the situation. The CEO had the responsibility to make these decisions and had no doubt tried to decide wisely...Eventually I was able to trust that God was truly in control of his world.’

 The same goes for the closure of the DCB programme at an international level:

 ‘After a time of spiritual struggle, I was able to accept it as the Lord’s will for me at that time.’

 This is not blind submission, it is thoughtful. As with his initial decision to join Wycliffe, he brings the principles of the Bible to bear on his particular situation, and so submits, choosing to trust the good intentions of his seniors, and ultimately the goodness of God in directing the affairs of the world.

 Careful thinking, submissive thinking, and a third would be forward thinking. This was David’s determination, in whatever role he was in, to push things ahead. One of David’s first attempts to do this earned him a firm reprimand. In 1960 David and Margaret were assigned as translators to the Guajajara tribe in the Amazon basin. One of the more laborious tasks of translating was to copy out for analysis sentences with words that appeared regularly, but with no clear purpose. To avoid all the copying David suggested using a new ‘edge punched card’ method[i]. Looking back he believed such innovations ‘culminated in the development of personal computers.’ When he told Dr Gudschinsky, his linguistic supervisor, that he would be using these cards:

 ‘Her response was immediate and sharp. It consisted initially of just the three words ‘You will not!’.

 She then ordered David to use the copying method. While he lost that particular battle, there was eventually some poetic justice. For when over twenty years later David was Wycliffe’s Vice President for Academic Affairs he saw beyond the horizon and ensured the entire organisation benefitted from all that computer programming could bring to Bible translation. He set up the ‘Language Data Processing’ department. As anyone who has had any contact with Bible translation will know the Wycliffe computer programmes are renowned in this field.

 There are many other examples of David looking to make things better: for the Guajajara tribe he made gospel recordings and composed hymns; in the UK he set up what today would be called a development department for Wycliffe UK when he was the acting head; later he set up a personnel department and also led the campaign to wean British members away from depending on the US emergency funds and bring in their own support; when David and the family moved to Dallas he set about expanding the role of literacy for the whole Wycliffe organisation; he also spear headed a push for the organisation to find out more about how many languages in need of Bible translation there were; and much more. As seen one of his last innovations was bringing a course on conflict resolution for all Wycliffe’s members.

 Two other examples of thinking and acting beyond tradition certainly deserve a mention. One is that during his national service he proved to the British army that it is perfectly possible to induct new recruits to the rigours of military life using a constant stream of foul and abusive language. David himself had to endure this from a brutal and blasphemous training corporal. However when he was assigned the same job:

 ‘I concentrated on showing that it was possible to produce a series of well-trained squads without the use of foul language or any other kind of unreasonable pressure.

 The other wonderful innovation that must be mentioned is that all over the world, to the delight of hundreds of missionary audiences in need of light entertainment, this distinguished scholar and senior leader would take to the stage for a reading of - ‘Winnie The Pooh’. David would imitate the voices of the actors he had heard as a young boy.

 This is a significant book with important lessons for us all. There is the wisdom of carefully applying the principle of the Bible to one’s own particular situation; the prudence of thinking through the good reasons for submitting either to ones’ seniors or providence; and finally the courage being ready to look beyond the horizon to make things better.

 Things have certainly got better for the Guajajara tribe. In the book there is a delightful description of the dedication of the New Testament in their own language. It was a day full of joy and rejoicing. This is not in the memoirs, but it would seem from a little googling that when David and Margaret first arrived among this tribe there were hardly any Guajajara Christians. Now, according to the Joshua Project, 60% of the tribe, that is about 14,000 people, are Christians. There is little doubt that the translation of the New Testament into their own tongue is a major reason for this dramatic growth.

 No doubt the Guajajara tribe are thankful that David and Margaret came to them; and I am sure many Christians will be grateful that they can now read about this and much more in ‘Great Is Thy Faithfulness.’



[1] Bible translator for the Guajajaras, Amazon basin: 1960 – 1969; Head of Wycliffe UK, 1964-1966 (Acting); 1969 – 1976; International Literacy Coordinator: 1976 – 1982; Vice President for Academic Affairs: 1982 – 1990; Vice President for Wycliffe Organisations: 1991 – 1997; Coordinator for Pastoral Care: 2001 – 2008.

[2] Wycliffe Bible Translators and the Summer Institute of Linguistics has always been two separate organisations. The former related to the churches for support; the latter focused on translating the Bible into tribal languages.



[i] If you are interested in what this method entails it is detailed on pages 252 – 253 on the book.

Thursday, 9 June 2011

A Praying Life by Paul Miller: Great on prayer, bit harsh on the enlightenment.


Three things have stuck in my mind about what this book teaches about prayer. The first is to really be like a kid in God's presence. To call him daddy. Not to worry about pulling at his sleeve. Not to fuss if your mind wanders. Just be as you are, like kids. Of course we Christians know this, but it's so easy to adopt a religious tone when you pray. I am grateful to Miller for drilling this point home. The second is to pray for small things - his disabled daughter pouring milk, parking spaces....everything. It's worth trying. Nothing to lose. I've found it's making a difference. And the third is his system of prayer cards for people. It makes you think carefully about what you want to see happen in the lives of those you love. And when the answer comes,there's the card with the request to remind you that you prayed. The book is a great encouragement. So much so that I definitely hope to read it again.

There was also an excellent chapter on the grim impact of cynicism.

Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Essays in honour of Haddon Robinson

Talking about preaching with a friend a few years ago he kept on saying, Haddon Robinson, make sure you read Haddon Robinson. The book 'Biblical Preaching' arrived, and every word was worth reading. In this collection of essays in his honour there are is some good material: not every word is worth reading. There are two essays though that caught me and I wanted to read carefully. One was by Terry Mattingly on understanding our advertising film saturated culture. His thesis about the need to read the signals coming out from the TV and cinema and then deal with them in preaching was worth a whole book. He started off with what happened when he mentioned the film Thelma and Louise in a seminary class - a lot of fun. The other great essay was by Paul Borden on how to get the main exegetical idea from the stories of the Bible and then how to turn this into a sermon. He goes into lots of useful details about the process, which could be used in a class. Pity there wasn't space for him to give a concrete example. I liked Bruce Waltke's analysis of Proverbs showing how there is a central idea and effectively reminding us all not to get too bogged down in source and form criticism. And the other essays, they're fine....but not much new.

Thursday, 7 May 2009

Orthodoxy - G.K. Chesterton

This is an extraordinary book, a definite ‘must read’ before you die. I was expecting a sort of early version of C.S. Lewis, a reasoned defence of traditional Christianity. It is much more than that. Whereas Lewis gently takes you along with a persuasive argument, Chesterton pulls you into a room full of mirrors and out of the box thinking, not just in the paragraphs, but almost in every sentence there’s an irony, a contradiction, a reflection saying something you don’t quite expect. Take the opening sentence of Chapter Two, entitled, ‘The Maniac’ – ‘Thoroughly worldly people never understand even the world; they rely all together on a few cynical maxims that are not true.’ As he gets into the argument, the crackling irony continues. A worldly maxim is that the man who believes himself will go far, the truth: ‘The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums’. Of course he’s right, all the way through, and even if you don’t agree with him, the polemic is superb. In this chapter he establishes that materialism, the void, makes men mad, and what keeps people sane is mysticism, the irony that ‘man can understand everything by the help of what he does not understand’. Every chapter is like a glass of cold water in a desert, but probably the best was ‘The Ethics of Elfland’ Again we start with mirrors – ‘The vision is always a fact. It is the reality that is often a fraud.’ And so soon he is turning our clichéd way of thinking on its head by passionately arguing for fairy tales, superior both to religion and rationalism, ‘the sunny country of commonsense’. This is not just to do with the morals you get from the tales, but that they are more accurate in their observations than science. The answer to both why eggs turn to birds, and Cinderella’s mice to horses is the same: magic. There is no inevitable law involved, and to pretend that there is makes you ‘strictly a sentimentalist’. No let up with the irony. At the end he helpfully sums up his fairy story creed. The world does not explain itself; but it must have a meaning which implies someone ‘to mean it’; that meaning, purpose, is beautiful; we owe obedience to whatever this is. There’s a lot more, but if you are bored of reading self righteous politically correct twaddle about stakeholders and recycling, get hold of some Chesterton. One last comment: there is a very silly myth that people who believe traditional Christianity don’t use their brains: I wouldn’t like to be with these people if they meet Chesterton in heaven.

Bakht Singh of India - T.E. Koshy

This biography is neither brilliantly written, nor well organised. It is often too preachy, and tends to verge on being hagiographical. But since Bakht Singh (1903-2000) was such an extraordinary Christian leader, and as the author clearly had close access to him, this is still a very worthwhile read for anyone interested in Christianity in India in the 20th C. The stage is set by his funeral: 300,000 came. That says it all. This was no part time preacher who had enjoyed some success; this was an Abraham, a father of the faithful, whose death stopped the busy city of Hyderabad. From a devout Sikh background Bakht Sing was first touched by Christ in 1928 at an Anglican service on a ship crossing the Atlantic.

Wild At Heart - John Eldredge

On my more jaded days I have found it difficult to sing some of the new choruses in church, especially the ones that just endlessly repeat to a rather simpering melody, ‘I love you’. And then those very soft altar calls, almost like an invitation to see a psychiatrist, with the tissues at hand. Where is my uneasiness from? No doubt my lack of spirituality…but here is another answer. It’s because I’m a bloke. And that’s what wrong with a lot of church. It’s become too feminine, no more ‘Onward Christian Soldiers’, but only ‘When I look into your face’. This is relevant enough, but this book is about a lot more. As well as pointing out that men like things to be dangerous and so instinctively find church – sitting down, exposing your emotions, being ‘nice’ – difficult, it goes on to show how every boy needs in his crucial teenage years to be affirmed that he is a man by his own father. And even if that happens, which is not so often these days, there still needs to be that initiation with God the father, and then a man’s journey together, which involves false props being kicked away, a hard fight with the enemy, rescuing a ‘beauty’ and living an adventure. This was solid Christian teaching presented through this paradigm of a man’s walk with his heavenly father affirming his manliness. As such it was refreshing. I especially enjoyed this gem Eldredge has towards the end – ‘Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and go do that, because what the world needs is people who have come alive

The Shack - Wm Paul Young

This Christian novel has sold over three million copies and we wondered whether it should be translated into Persian: so someone had to have a look at it. Young kept me turning the pages as his story line was unexpected. The young daughter of a Christian couple is brutally murdered after being abducted from a holiday campsite. This part of the novel was like a straight thriller, almost like you were watching a film. Then the twist. At the start of the book the father, Mack, who had taken his children camping gets an odd note from ‘Papa’ to visit the shack where his daughter was killed. When he arrives at the scene of his nightmare and starts to vent his anger there’s a Narnia moment. The shack turns into an idyllic cottage in the woods and Mack’s hosts for the weekend is the Trinity: Papa, a large wobbly ever cheerful black lady; Jesus in jeans; and Sarayu, a thin Asian woman, also in jeans, but with a brightly coloured blouse. I can’t think of any novel that fictionalises the Trinity in this way, so the way they relate keeps one’s interest levels up, even when they almost get into preaching and are unbearably soppy. But though Young pours a lot of theology into his plot, he makes sure the teaching never takes over. There are three main issues he deals and all are given orthodox answers – but they are brought more alive in the context. Why does God allow suffering (free will, he couldn’t stop the murderer); what happens after death (there is heaven – and Mack gets to see both his daughter and father, whom he had had a difficult relationship with); and what’s the key to moving on from unjust suffering. Forgiveness. So we go on quite a journey with Mack, from coming to terms with the murder, to then forgiving the murderer. A sub-plot to these questions is how to stop relating to God as a set of rules, and how to relate to him as a real person, as Mack does during his Alice In Wonderland week-end. Finishing the book I confess I had felt moved, a bit like I did when I watched ET. The author hits all the painful buttons – loss of a daughter, but seen in heaven having a great time; difficult relationship with a distant father, also resolved by the heavenly vision, and a dry relationship with God, very definitely resolved by spending a week-end with the Trinity. And yet…there was some uneasiness in my mind. It was all too neat, too nice, almost too packaged. I know grace is at the heart of the Bible, but I sometimes wonder whether it’s taken too far in book like this and we end up creating a god in our own image. Read almost any page of the Bible and God is wild, unpredictable, out of the box, passionate, ready to love, but also ready to judge. But here God was literally domesticated, Papa was the cook serving up delicious cookies with a motherly smile. There was no talk of hell, or wrath, or holiness. On the front of the book there’s a quote from Eugene Peterson saying the book is comparable to ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’. That is a regrettable comparison, because Pilgirm had to escape a burning city, and pass through many trials and temptations. Here there is no sinful city to get out of, just instant access. It all seemed too easy. But…still well worth reading. But we won’t be translating it. Iranians Muslims have enough trouble with the Trinity already without us throwing in the idea that God the father is a large black woman who bakes cookies.

Spiritual Revolution - Ian Randall

This is the story of Operation Mobilisation’s (OM) last fifty years. In the summer of 1976 a friend, completely out of the blue, said God had told her to give me £150, but I had to use it to travel with between my taking the Oxbridge examinations and going up to university. The only organisation that would take me was OM. I wasn’t a Christian when I joined them; I was when I left. So I have a great fondness for this group…and am still in touch with some of their leaders. Here is the review I put up on this book on Amazon…in the last para there’s mention of George Verwer, the extremely funny and idiosyncratic founder. He is no longer the leader, but still very active.

For those wanting a comprehensive overview of the last fifty years of the work of Operation Mobilisation (OM) this is a superb account, not least because Ian Randall tells such a massive and complicated story in just over two hundred pages and still manages to mention many more people by name than just the leaders; ensures no tragedy or triumph is overlooked; and keeps the whole account in its social and mission context. Such is the author's attention to the nitty gritty details of history (dates, places, names) that his book will be referred to for many years for those wanting to check out the main facts of OM's history. There is also some wonderful humour included, such as when the young Greg Livingstone turns up for a prayer meeting and is greeted by George Verwer demanding to know which country he was claiming for Christ. Greg asked, `What's left?' Verwer replied, `Libya - you've got Libya.' However, as the book goes on these anecdotes become rarer, and, sometimes the text feels like a report. So we come across sentences like, `A team of carpenters, plumbers, electricians, and general labourers worked at Agape Orphanage constructing much-needed buildings'. And our eyes begin to overdose on yet another paragraph telling us how many thousands visited one of the ships and how many millions of pieces of literature were distributed. But that is sometimes the nature of history and it is these statistics that ultimately make the final pages so moving as one is reminded of all that God has done through what started as a very small band of committed young people. In a few year's time the dream read would be this excellent overview along side George Verwer's autobiography. For as well as being one of the most passionate preachers of our generation, Verwer is also one of the funniest. It is impossible to think that his version of the last fifty years would ever be boring. So hopefully someone will be able to persuade him to cut down on his meetings for a few months and leave the next generation something of his vulnerable, down to earth, and humour edged spirituality weaved into the story of his life.

The Sacred Anointing - Tony Sargent

An exceptional book on the late Dr. Martin Lloyd Jones’ conviction on the need for ‘the sacred anointing’ in the pulpit, by Tony Sargent, surely one of the UK’s greatest living preachers. I remember Sargent once preaching on the ‘height and depth, the length and breadth’ of the love of Christ in Karachi Cathedral and when he finished, there was a deep silence, and the priest announcing the next hymn could barely fight back his tears. This was anointed preaching. There was no shouting, no theatre, just a quiet intensity as he spoke on the cross, and at some point during the sermon there was this sense of another presence. Martin Lloyd Jones, like Sargent, was from the Reformed Tradition, which often translates into being ‘anti charismatic’, the wing of the church where speaking in tongues, divine healing, and the idea of God speaking directly is frowned on. Here it is all careful dry Bible exposition, appealing to the mind first, then perhaps the heart, and very finally the emotions. Sargent’s emphasis on how Lloyd-Jones, the unelected pope of the Reformed Church for many years, believed passionately in the absolute necessity for the Holy Spirit to be active, not just in preparation, but at the point of delivery - shows that caricature to be superficial. Lloyd-Jones was famous for his careful Bible exposition, but, as the thousands who attended his services testified, he never just lectured, indeed he would sometime almost wait, expecting that ‘anointing’ to fall at some point during his sermon. Though the main emphasis of the book is on this subject of ‘unction’, Sargent also skilfully weaves in a brief biography, especially Loyd-Jones’ relationship with Pentecostals. He also deals at some length on Lloyd-Jones’ homiletics, a term, the Doctor disliked, as it implied there was some method a preacher could imitate to bring about a result. But, as Sargent shows, he did have his own methods and there is much to learn from them. The central thesis of the book created a conundrum for me. I have been teaching homiletics for several years now to Iranians mainly from an Assemblies of God background where there is a great stress on inspiration, so much so that it is quite obvious that sometimes there has hardly been any preparation. The usual result is a long tedious meandering sermon which bores people, but they have to be forced to believe it is a divinely inspired, so God ends up getting the blame. To counter this I have stressed the importance of preparation and the absolute need to have a proposition, a big idea that demands a verdict from the people. Ironically this book, from a Reformed principal of a Bible College about the Reformed Church’s greatest preacher, confirms the tradition of the Pentecostals…true preaching is all about the Holy Spirit coming. Ultimately it is not about mental preparation or composing fine propositions, but His power…’Seek this power’, wrote the doctor, ‘expect this power, yearn for this power; and when this power comes yield to Him. Do not resist. Forget all about your sermon if necessary. Let him loose you, let him manifest His power in you and through you.’

Zion's Christian Soldiers - Stephen Sizer

This is on the same subject as Guyatt's 'Have A Nice Domesday but a lot more serious. Still you can’t help humour slipping in when he gets on to the special red heifer Zionists are looking for once the temple sacrifices are restored. I’ve heard Stephen Sizer speak a couple of times. He is very much the English clergy-man: softly spoken, sincere, excellent mastery of the facts, and a brilliant communicator, with a power point slide for virtually every sentence he utters. Read some of the stuff about him on the internet and you’d think he was a senior demon straight from hell: such is the rage his attack on Christian Zionism incites. In this book he completely dismantles the Biblical case for Zionism. In the first chapter he covers some basic hermeneutics, and then gets to work explaining what the key symbols in the Zionist movement should mean for Christians. The chosen people are the church, not Israel; the land is now the kingdom, open to all regardless of race, not a state smaller than Wales where only one race is welcome; Jerusalem is heaven; to advocate re-building the temple, as some do, is heresy: Jesus’ broken body is the temple; and finally nobody knows about the details of Christ’s return, but there is much to respond to in what we do know. Throughout Sizer makes disturbing references to what the impact of the heretical Christian Zionism is having on politics in the Middle East. Christians are called to be peace-makers, but the tragic irony of our generation is this wrong headed nonsense is perhaps one of the greatest obstacles to peace in the region. And there is continual reference to the Bible, indeed it is ultimately the Bible that shines through in this book, free from the sensationalist fare pedalled by the men with their eye on retirement in Palm Springs. And orthodoxy and so the book fittingly ends with a previously unpublished sermon by John Stott. You can’t get more orthodox than him. To end with this is an absolute triumph, for Stott is the unconsecrated bishop of Protestantism, and if he is against the jamboree of Zionism, it really is time these people quietened down, and got back to some proper Bible study.
If you want the lecture notes for this book visit - http://www.sizers.org/zcs.pdf

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