February 5, 2012

The Relentless Creep of Interior Ice

This winter in Mongolia has been the coldest in 10 years. Some say 20 years. Others say 30 years. I’ve heard Mongolians give all of those figures. None of the folks I’ve talked to about it are meteorologists, of course. But professional weather forecasting aside, it has indeed been cold this year. Temperatures have stayed consistently below zero for over a month, with some nights dropping down to -40F or -45F.

I don’t know if it’s the cold or if it’s the humidifiers we’re running in our home or some odd combination of both, but this year we’re finding that the outside windows and doors are consistently getting a build up ice. It freezes and melts and expands and is causing the concrete around the windows to deteriorate. We’ve had to put towels in the window sills to keep the melt off from running onto the floor. It’s kind of fun to watch the dog go to the door leading out to our balcony and chisel the ice off with her teeth in some bizarre attempt to get a drink or chew on something or … actually who knows what she’s thinking. It’s entertaining, nonetheless. There have been some days where it feels that our home is being invaded by the outside ice and cold, like it’s alive trying desperately to come in rule on the inside in the tyrannical way it’s ruling outside right now. We have to keep things warm enough on the inside to fend it off. Defeat the ice.

For me personally this is not a new problem at all. I’ve had to fend off ice ever since we started living here in 2006 (we’re pushing the four year mark). No, we don’t have the ice in the window phenomenon all year round. But I do find that there is a similar thing that happens to my heart … all year round. There is a creeping iciness, coldness of heart that I feel I am constantly having to battle. I am thinking there is a sense in which we all fight the fight of the ice. Contexts change but spiritual ice is the same wherever you are. It’s always there waiting for you to turn the heat down just enough to creep into the interior of our hearts.

In Mongolia interior ice can have an abundance of catalysts. Bad driving, constant begging, pushing and shoving, cutting in line, isolation, spiritual oppression and depression, constant busyness, outward demands, inward stress and pressure, language (or lack thereof), weariness. They’re all factors. Some of these factors will be the same where you live. Some different. Maybe you have more. But the truth is that it’s incredibly easy for my heart can get hard. Cold. Frosty. Like my window. I’m seeing that there’s a sense in which I’ve had to wage the battle of the ice ever since I started to follow Jesus over twenty years ago. I am thinking that this battle becomes more intense with time. Harder, not easier.

This year’s ice serves as a not so subtle reminder that I am in constant need the Word to keep me soft; His Spirit to keep me warm and make me compassionate. Jesus lived in a world that was way different from His familiar, comfortable and happy home of heaven. I am thinking that He had run into irritations that were real issues, versus my irritations that are in reality quite petty. The incarnation never ceases to humble and amaze me.

I must say that our impending vacation is something I am very much looking forward to. (We have the opportunity to go to Thailand and hit the beach and hang out with some friends up in Chaing Mai.) It’s not so much a way to escape the literal ice in my window. Renee’ and I really don’t mind the meteorological climate here so much. We rather enjoy it. However, the spiritual iciness that ever so slowly creeps in and takes over needs some thawing in me. I am hopeful and glad for that opportunity to get away, reflect, pray, write and rewarm. I need the Word and the Spirit to do His thawing, softening and warming so the relentless creeping of the ice will again be thwarted and Jesus reign supreme.

Ice on the Inside

A Holiday Leftover

The Holidays are indeed over. Of course, in Mongolia the “big” holiday of Tsagaan Sar (White Month – the beginning of the lunar new year) is yet to come. So, consider these Friday Photos a tribute to that.

I was driving to Darhan and stopped at the half way point “rest stop” to find them still all decorated from New Years. Here is their very original “New Year’s Tree”:

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The Role of Duct Tape in Mongolia

I was thinking today – because when your right hand is out of commission that’s all you can do – about writing a book about all the things you can do with duct tape. I also thought about making one of those calendars with 365 things to do with duct tape. But about 30 seconds at amazon.com showed me that I was too late. So I have to settle for this little blog, especially since it takes so long to type when you can’t move your wrist.

Seriously though, don’t leave home (or at least the country) without it. Here is our usage of duct tape this week:

1. Patching up the hole in the tortilla bag so they don’t go stale after the puppies foiled attempt at junk food.
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2.Even though you have perfectly good wallets in your drawer, a duct tape wallet is just cool.
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3.Getting the Christmas tree back into its original box once the branches have been fluffed out is just darn impossible.
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4.And last but not least, what else do you do when you live in a country with no Walgreens or medical supply stores?
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Iced In

This week has been ridiculously cold in Mongolia. Temps at night are in the -30F to -45F range. Daytime it’s not even hitting 0F. This year there’s a peculiar phenomenon of ice forming all over the inside of windows. This has happened int he past in a small way … but this year it seems to be something occurring to a greater extent. It makes for interesting photographs, however. It’s today’s Friday Photo …

Ice on the Inside

On Not Importing Nashville

“Some people have thought that … the gospel is preached and that the truth has a kind of general moral effect upon people … But it is not that. It is an operation of the Spirit upon the men and women themselves, in the depths … It is the Spirit acting upon the soul from within and producing within us a new principle of spiritual action.”

D. Martin Lloyd-Jones

“Not everyone who says to me on that day, Lord, Lord will enter the Kingdom of heaven…”

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Not everyone who says they are Christian are in point of fact regenerate believers. Not in America. Not in Mongolia.

The last numbers that I saw from the Barna group say that 45% of the people in America would fall into the category of “born again”. In Mongolia there are supposedly 45,000 Christians (which is still less than 2% of the total population). There is a sense in which these numbers are sadly low. We want to see many more people than this who are radically changed by the power of the Holy Spirit and who know the efficacy of the Cross of Jesus. However, in reality these numbers are probability outlandishly high, in that there is not near enough visible evidence to cause me to believe that there are even close to this many true believers in America or in Mongolia. Here, reports that came out at the end of 2009 state that alcoholism rates are up, poverty rates are up, murder rates are up and theft/crime rates are up. This doesn’t really jive with supposed increased in Christian salt and light.

In Mongolia we are finding that many of the people who have claimed Christianity in the past are not living a life which would give evidence of any sort of regeneration or new birth. Some of these people, including several we know personally, have flat out rejected the claims of the Gospel and are no longer making any pretense to follow Christ whatsoever. Some statistics that I have read are saying that in Mongolia there are fewer believers today than there were ten years ago. My guess is that all of those who have ever made some sort of profession of faith, even if that profession has been recanted, are still counted in the grand tally.

I was an American pastor once. I know how the numbers game works. But the stakes are too high, and this is far too serious of an issue to play games with numbers so we can impress donors at home.

I’ve heard various proposals for solutions to the problem of the troubling rate of attrition. We need to offer more training. We need to have greater discipleship. We need to plant more churches. While I am not going to say that any of these solutions are bad or that they will not help with the problem, I’m convinced more than ever that this will not come close to resolving the problem. The issue as I see it has little to do with these things and has everything to do with the nature of true conversion and regeneration of the believer. Those of us in Christian ministry are satisfied to count the coercion of profession, rather than actually believe God for true conversion.

It’s not popular, nor is it pragmatic (at least from a human perspective) to expect people to turn from sin and turn to God without some measure of human arm-twisting. At the very least there needs to be some sort palatable presentation of why Jesus “makes sense”. After all, people are pragmatic to the core and in order to properly contextualize the message, we should teach it in a simple practical way that folks will understand.

Please don’t misunderstand, I am a strong believer in and practitioner of contextualization. This is why we took two years of full-time language and why we continue to study and learn from the language and the culture. It’s never ending. That said, my convictions are becoming stronger by the day as we live here, and as we view the results of so much that has taken place here in the past. There is one key and crucial ingredient lacking in the so-called church: regeneration. True conversion. There’s been intellectual ascent to Christian teaching. There’s been the formation of churches. There’s even been the formation of a sort of “Christian culture”. There’s Christian publishing, Christian books, Christian music. However, I’m finding that there’s a huge differential between what is professed and what is actually lived out in terms of character and holiness. Not meaning to be unnecessarily cynical, but I feel sometimes like Nashville has been imported to Ulaanbaatar, minus the Starbucks.

I’ll qualify this. I am not talking about perfectionism. I am not saying that there are not inconsistencies in my own life and in my own spirituality. No question about this. It’s true for all of us. But my concerns and the issues that I am seeing in Christianity here (and in other parts of the world as well) is that there are not just small differentials. There are huge gaping divergences. There are “Christians” who are consistently getting drunk, lying to clients, sleeping with folks other than their spouses, continuing to practice idolatry and spirit worship, acting unethically in business and society. Some write this off to “culture” or “context”. But Bible trumps culture. Every time. This is true in America, where we have a culture of materialistic consumerism and it is true in Mongolia where the culture is rife with alcohol, spiritism and pragmatism.

The need of the hour is Gospel proclamation in the power of the Holy Spirit. Not a message of “only believe” or “Jesus can improve your life” or “come to church” or “let’s work together and see how quickly we get the church planted so that we can leave”. But rather a call for sinners to repent and prayer that asks the Holy Spirit of God to open up hearts and eyes to His holy awesomeness and our absolute helplessness and hopelessness any other way. The dead come to life and the blind are made to see. That’s the message of Christianity. Any other message is counterproductive and will hurt, not help the Kingdom.

I personally am not willing settle for less than Jesus raising the dead.