Researchers found that
between 2000 to 2014 there were 22,029 total malaria-related
I was one of them.
This group of malaria
patients often required multiple days in the hospital. They spent
4.36 days, on average....
I spent 7 days and lost 23 pounds. I
once felt that the Christian life was something like an insurance
policy. No kidding, I really did. Then I said to myself, as Rommel puts
in the movie The Longest Day, "Wie dumm von mir!" Who said we'd
be exempt from the thorns and thistles of life? Not Jesus.
Keep on running,
DAYS. Yes, I'm nervous.
takeaways from Louw's Lexicography and Translation:
Since the range of meanings of words in any two languages never
match completely, one must look for and expect structural
inconsistency rather than one-to-one correspondence in detail (p.
One reason why people have not recognized the diversity of meanings
of a particular word is that they feel that there must be some kind
of core nuclear meaning which exists in a word and which is relevant
in all of its occurrences (p. 2).
An etymological approach to meaning can often be completely
misleading (p. 3).
In no case does the range of meanings of apparently corresponding
words in two languages ever match completely, neither does any one
set of corresponding meanings match in every and all contexts (p.
The three primary semantic functions of words are naming, marking,
and substituting, with the primary function being naming (p. 5).
Words may also be semantically complex in that they may consist of
more than one semantic class (p. 8).
is one reason I do NOT translate, say, Amos 9 into English from the
Greek. What the Greek says and what the English says are two very
curious. Does anybody use Alexa any
more? I remember the early days of blogging when everyone was checking
their stats and there was even a competition (of sorts) to see who made
the Biblioblogs Top 50. I for one am glad those days are over. Today,
most bloggers I know have a very different agenda for a very different
got back from South Boston and boy is there a lot of rain out there. The
creeks and even the Dan River are almost to the point of cresting. I
sure hope that people living in the low-lying areas are spared flooding.
Of course, the rain is good for our pastures, but flooded fields aren't
good either. The Lord knows and I trust Him. The reason I drove into
town today was to have "major surgery" on my poor old toenails.
Since I began running a
couple of years ago I've had dozens of black toenails. Thankfully, I've
never had issues with fungus or infection, and my nails have never
really bothered me all that much (except to look at). I think it was
Jeff Galloway who said that the best way to deal with black toenails is
to ignore them. Keeping them cut, however, is a different story, and
today I got the royal treatment. Nothing too good for my stinking toes!
Then it was off to the Y to run a 5K indoors coz it's way too wet to run
Personally, I'm not a big
fan of treadmills. On a treadmill it's too easy to just "lock in a pace"
and then forget about what you're doing. Besides, it's just plain
boring. I need scenery to take my mind off the blinking lights in front
of me. But on a rainy day like today, you have no choice. Right now I'm
going through Amos 9 in the LXX and also reviewing our
page over at the Greek Portal. Here you'll find links to some great
websites, including Will Ross's
Septuaginta &c. (By the way, congratulations to Will for his new
article in Biblica. I'm eager to get my hands on it tomorrow when
I return to campus.) Right now I'm reading (online) Albert Pietersma's
A New Paradigm for
Addressing Old Questions: The Relevance of the Interlinear Model for the
Study of the Septuagint. Might this be the doorway to bring about a
new understanding of the LXX? Hmm. That said, I'll confess that whenever
I read the LXX (say, Amos, as I'm doing now), I read it as a text qua
text long before I even consult the Hebrew. This always sets me to
thinking. Then I carefully compare the Hebrew Vorlage (such as it
is) and turn into The Translation Investigator. It's not a very
efficient method, but being the Greek guy that I am you'll understand
why I start with the LXX text. Later today I'll busy myself with reading
Dines on Amos -- she's always got something to add to the discussion
-- and then turn my attention to my Greek 2 class preparation. It's
wonderful to have so many helps at our fingertips, isn't it?
and that ....
Last night I finished rereading the novel Gettysburg by Gingrich
and Forstchen. If you've read The Killer Angels, you'll want to
read this novel as well. You'll recall in The Killer Angels where
Longstreet turns to Lee and says, "Let's move around to the south and
get between Meade and Washington. Then they'll have to hit us and we'll
have them, we'll have them!" Well, in Gettysburg, this is exactly
what happens. The Federal Army is soundly defeated at the Battle of
Westminster and sent scurrying for cover to Harrisburg while Lee marches
on DC. This is a very compelling fictionalization of an event that very
well could have happened -- and almost did. I loved the style of
2) Will Ross of Cambridge University
was kind enough to email me with a link to their upcoming
workshop on Greek
prepositions, to be held June 30-July 1. I'd love to sit in the
audience but, alas, I'll be teaching summer school Greek.
3) Motivation! That's the key to so
many things in life, not least running. As a complete novice, I should
know. I'm a fairly new runner. A newbie with a gleam in my eye but very
little background as a runner. Recognizing this, I created a training
program aimed at taking me from 5K races to 10Ks and then to half
marathons until I felt comfortable enough with my progress to sign up
for a full marathon. Not every runner has a plan. But we achieve more in
life when we plan properly. I realize I'm probably preaching to the
choir here. But if you haven't set a specific race goal for your
running, who not do that today? Find a 5K in your area and put it on
your calendar. Same with that language you're trying to learn. I know
many doctoral students who struggle with their German. When I ask them,
"What's your review schedule?" they often answer, "I don't have one."
Prior to going to Basel I taught myself German, French, Dutch, Spanish,
and Latin. I knew I'd need these languages once I arrived at the
university. I recall learning Dutch while sitting in a coffee shop in La
Mirada waiting for the gas station to open. These were the days of gas
rationing and long lines. So once a week I'd park my car at the pump at
2:00 am and study Dutch grammar until the station opened at 6:00 am.
Interestingly, as a runner I've discovered that the more I run, the most
impressive gain is in the amount of oxygen utilizable by my tissues. I
huff and puff less. Of course, you can't attain that efficiency the
moment you decide to take your first running steps. But you have to have
a goal. The heart is like any other muscle; it strengthens with
Greek student: Are you getting
"fitter"? If not, maybe you're just not "exercising" enough.
4) A free copy of
Getting into the Text will go to the person who writes a brief
two-paragraph answer to this question: "How has your study of New
Testament Greek made you a better person and follower of Jesus?" If I
get more than one submission I'll pick the winner from a hat tomorrow
(or by casting lots) at 8:00 am. My email address is
5) Are you single? Then read
this outstanding essay by Ekimini Uwan. Paul called both marriage
and singleness a charisma, a gracious gift from God. Don't
necessarily assume that marriage is right for you. And if you are called
to singleness, rejoice.
will be a fun week of training! It will probably be my lowest mileage
all year as I continue my taper before Cincy. On Saturday, if I'm
feeling good, I'll participate in my last pre-marathon race. The event
Their Lives Lynchburg. Proceeds will go to Christine's House in
Gulu, Uganda -- a home for sexually exploited women and girls. If you
live near Lynchburg I hope you'll join me and bring your friends. The 5K
starts at 9:00 am. Here's hoping for nice weather on race day!
In case you're new to my blog, the 19th running of the Flying Pig
Marathon in Cincinnati is scheduled for Sunday, May 7. This year's race
has 40,000 participants. I'll be there to raise funds for cancer
research. If you'd like to make a donation, please go to my
Piggin' Out for a Cancer Cure page. Needless to say I'm getting
hard for me to believe, but it's been 30 years since I first published
my book Linguistics for Students of New Testament Greek. The book
reflected the story of my heart, the arc I found most vital and relevant
to my generation of Greek students. I had no concept then that the field
of New Testament Greek linguistics would take off as it's done since. I
can't tell you how thrilled and grateful I am that others much better
qualified than I have advocated on behalf of a linguistically-informed
approach to the study of the biblical languages. Something beautiful and
thrilling is happening. A sense of global solidarity is taking the
academy to incredible new heights, as several recent publications have
Porter's Linguistic Analysis of the Greek New Testament
Campbell's Advances in the Study of Greek and Basics of
Verbal Aspect in Biblical Greek
Runge's The Greek Verb Revisited and Discourse Grammar of
the Greek New Testament
tell you this: God has enriched my life through books like these. I
believe He is doing a new thing today, just as He did 30 years ago. I'm
convinced that the new generation of Greek students stands on a tiny
spot in history in which it is their turn to experience the benefits of
linguistic science in a new way. Forty-one years into my teaching career
and I'm more convinced than ever that we have to come face to face with
the issues dividing us today in terms of Greek theory and pedagogy. The
gap between biblical studies and linguistics remains large, in numerous
The usefulness of "semantic domains"
Verbal aspect theory
Developing oral competency in Greek
The place of electronic tools in Greek pedagogy
Replacing the Erasmian pronunciation
am I missing here? What topics should be included in a major conference
on the Greek of the New Testament should I decide to try and hold one on
our campus? This would be my third (and possibly final) colloquium that
I would plan. The first 3 were held in 2000, 2007, and 2014. They
treated topics that can, at best, only be considered ancillary to the
topic of New Testament Greek per se -- to wit, textual criticism, the
synoptic problem, the authorship of Hebrews, the ending of Mark, the
Pericope of the Adulteress. Each of these conferences began as a small
flicker in my consciousness -- a tiny flame that sparked and caught and
eventually engulfed my life. Not surprisingly, my mind still thinks
along these lines. The result of holding those conferences was not only
the published volumes that ensued, including my Rethinking New
Testament TextualCriticism, Rethinking the Synoptic
Problem (co-edited with David Beck), Perspectives on the Ending
of Mark, and The Pericope of the Adulteress in Contemporary
Research (co-edited with Jacob Cerone). Clarity on these issues
began to crack through. At the very least, students now had access to
the thinking of some of the leading scholars of the day on their
believe the question on the table before us today is: "Is it time for a
similar conference on New Testament Greek?" Personally, I see no way
around this. You see, I read the same websites and Facebook pages you
do, and I'm witnessing the same lack of unanimity and consensus that you
see. I see a tunnel of chaos in our future -- not least concerning
nomenclature -- and we are heading straight for it. However, ignoring
the problem is not an option. We need a way forward. Progress will not
be easy, of course. Addressing new ideas and challenging entrenched
positions will make for a difficult transition. I think back to a book I
edited under the title Linguistics and New Testament Interpretation:
Studies in Discourse Analysis. That book was the direct result of a
first-ever conference at SIL in Dallas that assembled 1) field Bible
translators, 2) Ph.D.s in linguistics, and 3) biblical language
scholars. For two weeks we probed each other, presented our papers, and
even ate and roomed together. (I shared a room with Randall Buth.) This
is certainly my bent -- to tackle a problem head-on. The Lord richly
blessed our conference. Never did scholars stand with such open hands,
clinging to nothing, ready for anything. I went there as a learner -- we
all did. I shudder to think how sour that meeting might have become. It
required courage to abandon formerly vital things like position,
control, reputation. But this is the way true scholarship moves forward.
First obvious question: Who should be invited to participate? Who might
God be calling to SEBTS?
Second question: I listed a few possible topics above. Agree? Disagree?
What have I left out?
Third question: Shall we read papers or have discussion groups instead?
I'm thinking both might work well. As far as I'm concerned, the more
warm, relational, and informal, the better.
There are several very encouraging
developments I see that point in this direction. Today we have such
stimulating websites as Nerdy Language Majors and New
Testament Greek Club (both at Facebook). Scholars such as Porter,
Aubrey, Campbell, Halcomb, Levinsohn, Varner, Pennington, Mounce,
Wallace, Carlson, Zacharias, Streett, Reed, and Fanning continue to post
regularly on this subject. What fun it would be to mobilize this army
for the cause of the Gospel. Everyone of us has an opinion about verbal
aspect, the proper method of doing discourse analysis, etc. But truth is
not a chimera -- you have your view, and I have mine. Yes, I have my
convictions, but I will be the first to acknowledge that I may be wrong.
Of course, I don't expect one conference to solve all of our problems.
Yet imagine with me for a moment a scenario in which we all sit down in
the same room and just talk to each other. "Could that person be right?"
"Could they have seen something I've missed?" Too much of New Testament
scholarship involves scholars talking past each other. This is frankly
disastrous. So is the absence of grappling with the issues by our
It was Paige Patterson who agreed to
hold our first colloquium on our campus back in 2000, just after I had
arrived on the faculty. I sought his blessing to invite to our campus
not only leading evangelical scholars but also scholars who might not
have otherwise ever visited the Forest of Wake, including Eldon J. Epp,
William Farmer, and Keith Elliott. When I presented my proposal to the
president in his office, he turned to me and said, "Are you trying to
get me in trouble?" The twinkle in his eye told me everything I needed
to know: Full speed ahead! And so, the spring of 2,000 saw the likes of
Blomberg, Bock, McKnight, Farmer, Osborne, Epp, Holmes, Elliott, Silva,
and several other scholars grace our campus with their presence. Can
that happen again? Should it? I await your feedback at
firstname.lastname@example.org. Or talk about it
at your Facebook page or on your blog. I'll be listening.
P.S. In chapel on Thursday I was
honored beyond measure to receive a Festschrift by scholars I have long
admired and respected. A very special thanks to Danny Akin and Thomas
Hudgins for this labor of love on their part as editors, and to each of
the 13 contributors. The table of contents may be found
In the first essay in the volume (which you can read online at the
publisher's site linked to above), my friend Stan Porter asks the
question, "So What Have We Learned in the Last Thirty Years of Greek
Linguistics?" He concludes (p. 32):
My survey of at least
some of the major discussions of the variety of topics has made
clear that much has been accomplished in the last thirty years, but
that there is much that still remains to be done.
I, for one, am far from satisfied with
the status quo. I am not convinced that we are doing as much as we can
to seek a way forward, together. Greek students have a right to expect
their leaders to lead courageously. I'd love to see greater unity and
unanimity in the field of New Testament Greek linguistics. Will you join
me in asking God to guide us? And if it is indeed His will that we
should assemble, I am willing to try and organize the event.
that was a nice long nap. The rains have started up, just as predicted,
and they should go through Wednesday -- which is exactly what all of our
fields here need before we start our first cutting. Meanwhile, I'm
prepping to teach the imperative mood in our Greek class on Tuesday.
Which sort of makes me smile. You see, my new Garmin likes to talk to
me. Especially when I haven't been active in a while. In which case I
feel a little buzz on my arm and the word "Move!" appears on my watch
face. Isn't that cute? Moving is not easy for any of us. Yet we all know
that physical energy is necessary for anything we plan on doing in our
daily lives. "Moving" develops that energy. It produces fitness of
muscle, but it also produces another kind of fitness, a fitness beyond
that. I'd describe it as a readiness to pursue whatever the Lord brings
into our lives. Running makes people athletes in every area of their
lives. They are ready for whatever comes. Like a race we do with our
legs, life is made in doing and suffering and creating. All of these
elements are present in a marathon race: courage, determination,
discipline, will power. It creates what Maslov might describe as "peak
performance." Running can trigger that. There's no word in English that
can describe what it felt like to cross the finish line today. Some
might call it a "runner's high." For a brief moment, I was the only one
crossing that finish line. I was the only one being cheered on by the
crowds. The ground may have been below my feet, but heaven was above my
head. Despite the warm sweat and the aching muscles, I was reborn and
renewed in my soul. The fact is that we humans are whole beings: body,
soul, and spirit. The concept of "lifestyle" therefore includes our
physical, mental, and spiritual selves. The race is for me what the
mountain is to the climber. It's a contest in which I go out and do
battle with myself. Maybe you're not into running. No problem. Go with
whatever works for you. Be sure to make it fun. But wherever you are in
life, take some physical exercise. In other words:
past two weeks have been all about building my miles for the BIG DAY in
Cincy. I continue to do my core work and my cross training at the Y, but
this week's goal was to get in one final long run before marathon day.
If you've been reading my blog, you know how excited I was to run in
today's Petersburg Half Marathon. I drove up to Petersburg yesterday and
got my race bib (and number) at the old train station downtown before
heading out to one of their fine Italian restaurants to load up on
carbs. Then I checked into my hotel and hit the hay early. I knew I
needed a really good night's rest if I was going to run well today, and
in fact I woke up at 5:30 completely rested and raring to go. I drove to
the course and began my warm-ups. The race was very well organized. I
got into the corral I had selected (the 2:30-pace group) and before I
knew it the gun had sounded. While everyone began running I just stood
there with my mouth hanging open. Seems I had forgotten to connect my
Garmin to the satellite -- a process that normally takes about a minute
or two and something you ALWAYS do long before the gun. Well, not silly
me. A couple of minutes later I finally crossed the starting line --
dead last. The first three miles went exceptionally well and I was
passing people right and left (they had probably gotten into the wrong
corral at the start). By mile 6, I was drinking water and Gatorade
pretty regularly, as the day was beginning to get hot. By that time we
had passed the inner city (with its old church buildings and creepy
"adult" bookstores) and had entered the Petersburg National Battlefield
Park. I listened to the reenactors (both North and South) taking pot
shots at each other with their Enfield rifles but noticed that they must
have been poor aims because no one seemed to go down with a hit. (Must
be them Kevlar uniforms they wear.) It was obvious, however, that their
"performance" pleased many of the runners, for whom doubtless this was
their first Civil War reenactment. I thought it was kinda cheesy, but
you have to remember I've done some pretty big reenactments that
involved over 30,000 -- and I'm talking only about the reenactors!
Finally, we reentered Petersburg and started to head for the finish
line. I still couldn't believe how good my legs felt. I crossed the
finish line and checked my Garmin. I had PRed again! My official time
today was 2:27:30, which took over 11 minutes off of the PR I got in
Martinsville a month ago. My average pace today was about
11:16-per-mile. All I could think of was, "This is soooooooo awesome,
Lord! Thank You!" Although the conditions today were far from ideal
(about 100 percent humidity), thankfully the temps hovered about 70
degrees and never went any higher than that. I'd much rather run in the cold than in
humidity. Humidity is the absolute worst! Half way into the race I
was pouring water on my head just to stay cool. I felt strong and
confident at the finish -- which bodes well (I think) for my marathon in
two weeks. Of course, a marathon is a LOT harder than a half, but I try
to keep my negativity in check.
just got an email from the race sponsors and they tell me I was number
446 out of 645 finishers in the half (they also had a 5K). I'm also told
that professional pictures will be posted to their website on Thursday,
so I might purchase one to post here. Until then, here's a shot of the
super-duper medal everyone got today. Glad I'll never have to wear it
because the thing weighs a ton!
yay! Another half under my belt and a great run to boot. Life don't get
much better, folks!
running your race,
and sods ....
In our Jesus and the Gospels class next Wednesday (12:00-2:50), our
guest speakers will be Andreas Köstenberger and Maurice Robinson. Our
subject is John's Gospel. Both of these men have done yeoman's work in
this writing. Andreas will be lecturing on what I am told is his
favorite verse in John (20:21). Here Jesus is said to be our model as a
missionary, and we will succeed only as we imitate His example. Maurice
will spend an hour treating the Pericope of the Adulteress (John
7:53-8:11) and will defend the passage's authenticity. If you live in
the greater Wake Forest area and would like to sit in on one or both of
these lectures, send me an email and it will be my pleasure to make
arrangements for you to do so.
In our Greek 2 class next Tuesday we will begin our translation of 1
John and discuss the letter's epistolary structure. For an excellent
introductory to this letter, see Barry Joslin's
Getting Up to Speed: An Essential Introduction to 1 John. Another
stimulating resource is Alistair Begg's message introducing 1 John to
his congregation. You can listen to it
This weekend I'm rereading an old favorite of mine that many of you
might not know about: J. P. Louw's
Lexicography and Translation. I wish every pastor and teacher would
read this book. In fact, I'm tempted to say, "Don't touch that Greek
lexicon of yours until you have digested the contents of this book."
Johannes Louw was the one who introduced me to the field of lexical
semantics back in the mid-80s, and his works on Greek lexicography and
semantics were indispensable as I began writing my book Linguistics
for Students of New Testament Greek. His book will not only keep you
from committing exegetical fallacies but will assist you in your daily
walk with Jesus.
4) One of the reasons I decided to do
the Petersburg Half Marathon tomorrow is the views I'll be treated to
along the course.
Located at mile 12 is the Trapezium
House -- so-called because the house has no right-angles. Sadly, I won't
be able to take pictures because I'm leaving my iPhone behind now that I
have my Garmin. (Jesus told us to "travel light," remember?)
PMI had a
great week on campus. Today and Tuesday we held our "commissioning"
chapels for our students going overseas or planting churches in North
America. I've never known men and women who work so hard, love so
deeply, and care so genuinely. What an honor to belong to the SEBTS
community. Really, I can't imagine ever teaching anywhere else.
couple of friends showed up in my classes this week, including Thomas
Hudgins of Capital Seminary and Graduate School in DC. He lectured in my
Greek 2 class on Tuesday about the use of electronic tools in the study
of Greek, and then yesterday he shared with my Jesus and the Gospels
class about the subject of his doctoral dissertation, "Jesus and
Likeness Education" (Luke 6:40).
yesterday, my SEBTS colleague David Beck, who earned his Ph.D. under
Moody Smith at Duke and is an expert in Johannine studies, told the
class how narrative interpretation works in the New Testament and in the
Gospel according to John specifically.
time and energy my friends put into their guest lectures in my classes
are extraordinary gifts of love to me. I'm now back on the farm and
eager to run my half marathon this Saturday and my full marathon in 2
weeks. There's nothing like the feeling you get from setting an
audacious goal, sticking with it, and then (by the sheer grace of God)
accomplishing it. I would be lying if I said this was easy. But.... I'm
healthy. I'm eating cleaner than I have in years. I'm pretty sure my
weight is about where it's supposed to be. I ran 5 miles early this
morning in Wake Forest and it felt GOOD. I'm just trying to keep my life
simple and efficient. Here I am two weeks away from possibly getting
this gorgeous medal.
Looks like I'm becoming one of "those people" (ha-ha). I think I'm going
to continue this lifestyle because it makes me feel so good about the
person God made.
all is going well for you!
I'm giving away these 4 books. Please ask for 1 only when you write me
at email@example.com. And be sure
to include your mailing address. These books are in great shape and a
couple have never been used.
yesterday's race, about 5 percent of the runners were "elite" runners.
The other 95 percent were not. But they were no less runners for that
reason. Ironically, the people who garner the most attention are the few
favored runners who are doing only 5 percent of the work. Likewise in
our churches, it's easy to develop a leader-centric paradigm in which
discipleship is staff-driven. The result is a consumer culture where
people think that their growth is ultimately dependent on Sunday
morning sermons and Thursday evening discipleship groups. Intentional or
not, the result is a church subculture in which spirituality is measured
by church attendance and program allegiance. I am suggesting, not a
lessened emphasis on qualified leaders in our churches, but a renewed
emphasis on every member ministry wherein spiritual responsibility is
transferred from leaders to Christ-followers. How can pastors help? By
enabling and equipping. By celebrating "ordinary" Christians from their
pulpits. By beating the drum for simple virtues like humility, prayer,
faithfulness, and sacrifice. In yesterday's
Boston Marathon, over 8,000 volunteers assisted the 35,000 runners to
achieve their personal goals. Every person at the race counted. Likewise
in our churches. We rightly place grave responsibility on our pastors.
They will answer to God for their care of souls. But I wonder what would
happen if we placed more expectations on the great majority of us --
mere men and women of God who have the same 24 hours in which to serve
King Jesus? In the early church, every person pulled their weight. Just
read Acts 2. Each was capable of a Spirit-filled life on mission with
Jesus. For them, the kingdom was simple: Love God, love others. When
church members are not given responsibility, they do not grow in
ministry. On the other hand, when we entrust ministry to "lay" people
and grant them plenty of scope for initiative, you get a church that
begins to function as Paul describes in Ephesians 4 and 1 Corinthians
12. Of course, things will look less "professional" than if the vicar
did all the work. But if everyone in the congregation realizes they are
parts of the body, with their own special gifting, I think the whole
church would begin to function in ways we can't even imagine.
Fellow "lay" person: You have so much to offer. You can raise kids who
love God and serve others. You can model faithfulness to the next
generation. You can open your Bible and lead a friend to Christ. You can
preach peace to the poor. You can teach and admonish (Col. 3:16). You
can do the "little" things that in the kingdom are never truly little.
You are gifted, endued with power from on High, so loved, so permitted.
Even if others make you feel invisible, God knows and sees. Embrace your
gifts and callings. Serve the Lord with gladness. For great is your
reward in heaven.
Jennifer Dines (University of
Cambridge), “Design or Accident? Rhetorical touches in the Twelve,
with special reference to the Book of Amos”
Nesina Grütter (Universität Basel),
“«On ne peut pas tout avoir.» Un rapport fictif du traducteur des
Takamitsu Muraoka (University of
Leiden), “How did our translator of the Greek Minor Prophets cope
with multiple synonyms?”
Adrian Schenker (Université de
Fribourg), “En faveur du peuple en hébreu, des nations en grec en Am
9:12, Soph 3:8-10 : une différence textuelle?”
Emanuel Tov (Hebrew University of
Jerusalem), “The Textual Value of the Minor Prophets in the
Myrto Theocharous (Greek Bible
College, Athens), “Angelology in the Septuagint of the Twelve
Alison Salvesen (University of
Oxford), “Symmachus’ version of the Minor Prophets: does it arise
from a theological agenda, or just from better philological
Wuppertal), “Stages of the Greek Text of Dodekapropheton and its
Quotations in the New Testament”
pretty obscure stuff for most of us but pretty important stuff too.
Here's hoping the papers will be published in a conference volume.
I'm making my way through the translation of Amos 8.
joint problem turned out to be a flat rear tire, which is a great
relief. I put the balloon tire on the van, and then drove into town to
have my flat repaired, but all of the stores were closed -- all three of
them. Seems it's "Easter Monday." So I did a 5K on the track while
watching the finale of the Boston Marathon live on my iPhone. The
Kenyans swept, like the Ethiopians did last year. Bravo! No new course
records obviously -- it was just too hot for that. The signs along the
course were fabulous this year, as always. Before the race had even
begun, 15 runners were disqualified, mostly because they had skipped
parts of races they had used to qualify for Boston. Ugh. But on the good
side, the marathon spirit was on full display today. Here Jake Morgan of
San Francisco is carried to the finish line by four of his fellow
runners, two of them in uniform.
Talk about camaraderie.
This is the same spirit that Paul enjoins on his readers in his letter
to the Philippians. We run the race of life TOGETHER. Of all the things
I'm thankful for right now, it's the connection I have with friends and
colleagues who are right there for me anytime I need them. And nothing
has connected us and reconnected us more than honesty, than taking
responsibility, than seeing our very souls as intertwined and seeing our
lives as gifts we can give each other. So Happy Patriot's Day to all of
you who had the courage to run in today's race. I am determined by God's
grace to transform myself into the kind of man who would put the
interests of my fellow runners over my own. Running taps into all the
fears I have about myself. But it also holds the potential to tap into
something vastly more important and beautiful.
Tomorrow morning I'll need to have my tire patched and then head back to
campus for what's shaping up to be another full week. We're nearing the
end of the semester. Feels like we're in the spin cycle, if you know
what I mean. The amount of grace that life requires is unfathomable.
Let's allow the Lord to fill our containers to the brim this week --
pushing through exhaustion like a marathoner, and wrapping our arms
around each others' necks when we have to.
the Big Day in Boston. And, for the first time in 50 years after nearly
being pulled off the course due to her gender, Kathrine Switzer will be
running the Boston Marathon. She's only 70.
You go, girl! The weather
promises to be dry but blustery, with winds gusting up to 30 mph.
Next, I want you to know that I just registered for the Savannah
Marathon to be held on Nov. 4. I'll be my way of commemorating the
fourth anniversary of Becky's Homegoing on Nov. 2, 2013. Grief is a long
journey, and each step is a necessary precursor to the following one.
Not sure what stage of grief I'm in, but the light grows brighter and
brighter as I go. I've been drawn more deeply into the knowledge of
Jesus and the mystery of the Gospel. Still, sometimes I feel like a baby
learning how to crawl. I know the steak will come some day, but for now
it's milk and pabulum. I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do
this year on the anniversary of Becky's death. I chose the Savannah race
(1) because I absolutely love that city, and (2) it's for a really great
cause (and you can make a donation to it when you register for the
race). This is from the race website:
St. Jude Children's
Research Hospital is leading the way the world understands, treats
and defeats childhood cancer and other life-threatening diseases.
Families never receive a bill from St. Jude for treatment, travel,
housing or food - because all a family should worry about is helping
their child live. St. Jude freely shares the breakthroughs it makes,
and every child saved at St. Jude means doctors and scientists
worldwide can use that knowledge to save thousands more children.
I love causes like this one. I know it
will take lots of work for me to train for this event, but that's a good
thing. I have a will of iron, even if I'm not fast. My Map My Run
app tells me I did 144.7 miles of training in the last 30 days. So I
might as well keep up the pace through November if I can. Of course,
there's a lot of room for this project to go south. And I've clearly got
plenty of faults. But sloth isn't one of them. Or shyness. Which reminds
me: If you're hurting today, say it. The path to healing often leads
through confession. God uses ordinary tools. So let's go ahead address
all the "stuff" in our lives. Allow yourself to be human and God to be
God, and who knows what can happen.
Well, I've got tons on my TO-DO list
for today. My lawn mower won't start. My truck battery is dead. And my
van threw a CV joint yesterday on the drive home from DC and I'm taking
it into the Honda dealership. Thankfully, they've a got a loaner car I
can use, otherwise I'd not be able to make it to campus this week. Yes,
I'm looking at a trade in. Go figure. My 2006 Odyssey has 206,000 miles
on it. I'm not sure where I'll get my new van, but I've heard some
really good things about Carvana.
Philippians passage today is 1:18b-26. Good leaders are always
self-critical. They regularly assess their motives and methods, their
goals and aspirations. We need people in the church who will constantly
be asking themselves, "Am I in God's will?" This seems to be the main
emphasis of this passage. Paul's torn between two goals. He wants to
depart and be with Christ, "which is better by far." For him, dying is a
positive thing, a plus, not a minus. In the unforgettable words of 1:21,
"For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." Evangelicals are
often accused of being too heavenly-minded. We are much better at
personal ethics than social ethics. Of course, life is short, and we
can't do everything. But there's no need to choose between being fully
involved in the here-and-now and aspiring to be with the Lord in heaven.
There can be no doubt that Paul regarded going to heaven as something
positive. Yet he was still very much interested in remaining on earth,
and his reasoning was as follows: "If I hang around here, this means
fruitful labor for me. I can continue with all of you for your progress
and joy in the faith." There he goes again -- always putting others'
needs before his own! The supreme reason why the Lord allows us to
remain on this earth is to glorify Him by serving others. In other
words, when Paul says, "For to me to live is Christ, and to die is
gain," he is really saying, "For to me to live means serving others,
and to die is gain." Our Lord put it this way: "For even the Son of Man
didn't come to be served, but to serve and to give His life a ransom for
many." (Thanks for the idea, Jesus!) So while we're struggling with
finances and sick children and sour relationships we're also thinking
about, praying for, sharing Jesus with, spending time with, and sharing
our worldly goods with other people. Where self-indulgence once resided,
Jesus takes up residence. This concept is sooooo hard to grasp in a
self-serving culture like ours. But the world is watching us. Our kids
and grandkids are watching us. Time is flying by. Are we willing?
Resurrection-Day, folks! I am truly blessed. I am. I spent the weekend
in DC visiting my daughter Karen who lives there. I stayed at an Airbnb
that was right next to Rock Creek Park.
I didn't have to walk
more than 100 yards to reach the most fantastic series of running trails
I think I've ever seen. I spent over an hour running in the park
yesterday morning and put 5.5 miles on my Garmin. Perfect! You can see
how the trail meanders through the hills of the park.
There are both paved
trails and dirt ones. I opted to stay on the paved trails because I
didn't want to ruin my marathon chances by tripping on a tree root and
tumbling into Rock Creek -- not this close to Cincy! I enjoy
running in nature soooo much. The beauty is breathtaking. This picture
doesn't begin to do it justice.
As I was finishing up my
run, I really put it into high gear. I could hear by-passers saying out
loud, "Look at that guy run. I bet he's a professional athlete." Okay.
So that didn't happen. But they MUST have been thinking that because
that's the thought that was bouncing around in my brain!
night before, I had arrived in DC totally wasted from my drive. I had
gotten caught in traffic and was in no mood to do anything except go to
sleep. But eat I had to, and I saw there was a local Ethiopian place
called the Nile Restaurant nearby. I drove there thinking I'll just grab
a quick bite and go to bed. An hour and a half later I was still yakking
with the Ethiopians there. We had such a blast -- just like old times in
Addis. They got a copy of Becky's book and joked and smiled and giggled
and patted me on the back when they saw all those pics of Becky as a kid
growing up in Hosanna and Burji.
night I took Karen there because everyone just HAD to meet her. They
were so excited to see her that they did a coffee ceremony for us and
actually served us an Ethiopian delicacy called Fandisha (pop corn).
Prior to that I drove over to Karen's place. We were both starved so we
ate some tasty lamb at a nearby Greek restaurant.
we rode the Metro to Ford's Theater in downtown DC.
hit musical Ragtime was playing and we were both eager to see it.
I am about to go crazy trying to describe to you what a phenomenal
performance we witnessed. We sat right under the "presidential box" --
the exact spot where Abraham Lincoln was murdered almost exactly 152
years ago to the day.
for the musical itself -- what's NOT to love about it? The
actors/singers were magnificent. The orchestra was incredible. And the
story line couldn't have been more relevant. The musical is based on E.
L. Doctorow's book about immigrants to America and their fight for
racial and religious justice in the first two decades of the 20th
century. I won't spoil the plot for you -- that's because you HAVE to
see Ragtime in person -- but just about every major dramatic
theme is present in this play -- romance, race, class, gender inequity,
you name it. The show is a mindboggling potpourri of contemporary issues
matched only by an enormous 3-story scaffold.
my opinion, the show-stopper was Kevin McAllister, who plays Coalhouse
Walker, a pianist who transports the audience into every conceivable
human emotion, including anger, joy, sorrow, shame, rage -- again, you
name it. The dark side of our "American experiment" is explored in a way
that's both honest and without being pedantic. See it you must!
Today, after visiting Karen's home church in Anacostia, I drove back
from DC and, as usual, took country roads and back lanes.
a longer drive that way, but I simply had to get off I-95, which was a
(barely) moving parking lot. Besides, this is Amurca, folks! The land of
the free(ways) and the home of the crazed.
Here's to DC!!!!
Yes, this picture is true.
you think I can do it? It's scary and hard and incredibly challenging.
But runners don't just run; they run unapologetically.
Cincy, in 21 days, HERE I COME!!!
1:15-18a is a parenthesis. A what? A parenthesis in grammar is a remark
or passage that departs from the main theme of the discourse. You can
call it a digression if you like (though the latter term has a slightly
different connotation). I just made a parenthetical remark, by the way.
So, then, in Phil. 15-18a Paul offers his readers an aside. He says in
passing that he rejoices that the Gospel is being proclaimed even by
people who are opposing him out of personal animosity. Who cares? Ti
gar! The only thing that matters is that Christ is being proclaimed, and
in this I rejoice!
you were young, did your parents ever tell you, "Watch the tone of your
voice"? Sometimes it's not what we say that's wrong. It's the way we say
it. Paul's is prison. He's facing possible execution. What's more, not
everybody there likes him. He could have grumped, griped, complained,
and made life miserable for himself and for all those around him.
Instead, he looked at the bright side of everything. Even when he's
pointing out selfishness and impure motives (as he's doing here), he
does it with a tone of grace and kindness. It doesn't mean it lessons
the seriousness of the problem. It just means we don't have to add to
the problem by the way we speak.
the way, in case you didn't see the connection, Paul is again
"telegraphing" to his readers (us included) that in this letter he is
going to deal directly with the problem of disunity in the church (see
4:2-3). Disunity occurs when we "look out for our own interests rather
than the interests of others" and when we "esteem ourselves as being
more important than others" (2:3-4). The antidote for our
self-centeredness is, of course, a good dose of tapeinophrosune
-- "lowliness of mind" (2:3). Today, I can choose to be other-centered.
I can choose to forgive that relative who has hurt me. I can choose to
be patient rather than fly off the handle. I can choose to pray more and
wimp less. I can choose to be like Jesus: generous and loyal. Let's
pinky promise today -- you and me -- that we're really going to make an
effort to listen to the people in our lives. That we'll be slow to speak
and quick to hear. I pray that the Holy will invade our lives today,
that we would see (as Paul did) where God is hiding in plain sight in
our lives, that even when we feel taken advantage of we will remember
that we are the chief of sinners.
Gospel is more important than people's motives. If our inner monologue
is constantly negative toward those who don't act and think the way we
do, it's time to move back to grace. Isn't that what Paul is saying?
It's true that some here preach Christ
because with me out of the way, they think they'll step right into
the spotlight. But the others do it with the best heart in the
world. One group is motivated by pure love, knowing that I am here
defending the Message, wanting to help. The others, now that I'm out
of the picture, are merely greedy, hoping to get something out of it
for themselves. Their motives are bad. They see me as their
competition, and so the worse it goes for me, the better—they
So how am I to respond? I've decided
that I really don't care about their motives, whether mixed, bad, or
indifferent. Every time one of them opens his mouth, Christ is
proclaimed, so I just cheer them on!
It will take me an
entire year to fathom the depths of what Paul just said. I absolutely
understand why we would criticize people who are hoping to take
advantage of our misfortune. But it's sadly possible to bend the
universe too sharply toward our own feelings. I suspect that the real
culprit is our failure to unpack the root motives behind our own
actions. Love God and serve Him. Really, nothing else matters. If you
are ever unsure how to treat other people, just remember how Jesus
treated us. He loved us even when we despised Him. This gives me such
comfort. It also reminds me that I never -- never! -- have to compare
myself with anyone else. Play the "Gospel competition" game? You can
Coming up: "For me
to live is Christ and to die is gain."
no pain this morning, no soreness even. I felt so good I drove to the Y
and did a strenuous workout with free weights. Afterwards my legs were
begging me for some exercise, even though they had been put through the
ringer yesterday. So off we went (my legs and me) to the track, where I
performed a sauntering stroll for an hour and a half and put 5 and a
half miles on my new Garmin. While walking I was able to write several
emails and make several important phone calls. Now why didn't I think of
Honestly, I think walking
has to be one of my spiritual gifts. It comes naturally to me. I think I
could walk forever. Hmm. Maybe there's an ultra walking event I could
enter? Probably not. Running, on the other hand .... It's not so much a
spiritual gift as a spiritual challenge. Nevertheless, I have a great
time running. My calves are YUUGE. Anyway, I've got to cook lunch and
dinner and then get back to mowing. The day is PURFECT for being
Phil. 1:14-16, Paul has moved from the letter opening (1:1-2) to the
body opening (1:3-11) and now to the body proper. It's a significant
advance -- think of moving from your introduction to your thesis
statement and then to the main body of your term paper. The first part
of the letter body (1:12-2:30) contains the theme of the letter. Here
the main argument of Philippians comes into particular focus: the need
for unity and an end to factionalism. The chiastic structure of
this section sets it apart from the rest of the letter:
News about Paul's imprisonment (1:12-26)
B Instructions for the church (1:27-2:18)
News about Paul's companions (2:19-30)
Section B is clearly the focus. Here Paul begins his exhortation to the
church. Note, however, how sections A and A' bracket the central section
of the letter. These biographical sections do more than provide
information. They take the theme of unity for the sake of the Gospel and
exemplify it in the lives of Paul, Timothy, and Epaphroditus. Take Paul,
for example. In 1:12-14 he explains to his friends in Philippi how his
imprisonment has (unexpectedly) worked out the way he wanted it to: the
Gospel is being preached by all kinds of people, and he rejoices. Paul
is showing us that he lived for one purpose and one alone: the
advancement of the Good News. As long as the Gospel is making progress,
he is content, even in prison. I might entitle this section "The Gospel
Is Not Chained."
what to make of all this?
Although it's a bit reductive, I categorize most Christians as either
missional or not. In general, people trend toward one circle of the Venn
diagram or the other. One guess which way Dave and Becky leaned. Listen,
life is not about homeschooling or agrarian living or elder-led
congregationalism, all of which I think are pretty nifty. Can I tell you
my goal in life? To seek to work with other Christians to advance the
kingdom. And believe me, there are people doing a lot better at this
than I am. They're parents who are refusing to raise tiny narcissists
who think everything revolves around their needs. They're unknown and
unrecognized pastors who are marching to a different drummer and could
care less about fleeting fame and superstardom (and, I might add, church
tradition). They're believers whose marriages waste no energy trying to
keep up with the Joneses; they are simply two imperfect people who love
representing a perfect Savior. Why, they even endure hardship and
suffering for the sake of others.
Doesn't that sound like a wonderful relief from the me-me, I-I culture
in which we live? If it does, we have Paul to thank, at least in part.
Life really is that simple -- a pure kingdom life lived in ordinary ways
by ordinary people with Gospel intentionality. Even regular old sinners
like me can participate in this grass-roots movement. God is big enough
and good enough to lead us into a Gospel-centered lifestyle, and
together we just might see His kingdom breaking into earth.
I finished my 20-mile workout today. It went pretty well, really. I did
the walk-run method. The trail I used is a 2 and a half mile crushed
gravel out-and-back in South Boston, VA. Which means the total distance
is 5 miles. Today I decided to do four of these non-stop and
back-to-back, totaling 20 miles.
My walk-to-run ratio was
approximately 1:1, which means that I either (1) speed walked for 2 and
a half miles then ran for 2 and a half miles, or (2) speed walked for
one mile and then ran one mile. You can really tell how much the
intensity of my workout changed from activity to activity.
When I got to the 13.1
mile mark (= the distance of a half marathon), I looked at my Garmin and
it read 2:49:50. Round that off to 2 hours and 50 minutes and then
multiply it by two and you get 5 hours and 40 minutes -- well within the
7-hour time limit they give you in Cincy. Of course, I know I won't be
able to run the second half of the race as fast as the first half, but
still, these stats give me hope. After my workout I treated myself to
Mexican food (again!) and then took an hour nap. So what's next? Back to
the Y tomorrow for more work with weights, and then I'll do some cross
training with my bike. In the meantime, I'm seeing the positives of
working out so much and so regularly. I need to get in good shape for
surfing August 3-11 in Hawaii,
and then climbing Mt. Elbert
in September (the highest of the 14ers in the Rockies).
Soon it will be time for my half in Petersburg. So watch this space.
I'll update it with reports as time goes on. Hopefully I'll be ready
when the marathon gun sounds.
morning, fellow language geeks! A Greek prof reads a book with an eye on
grammar and usage. That's just the way I'm wired. So when I saw the
following while reading Newt Gingrich's fascinating novel Gettysburg,
I had to stop and cogitate. The context is Union General Henry Hunt's
arrival at the camp of his commander, George Meade.
He caught the
eye of a staff officer and asked directions. A tent pitched at the
edge of a peach orchard was pointed out.
suppose I was struck, first, by the use of the passive voice in the
second sentence. Such usage breaks one of the most hallowed rules of
voice is to be avoided.
(Note: This rule ranks right up there with "Prepositions are not words
to end sentences with," and "Always avoid the apt art of alliteration.")
Why not just say, "The officer pointed to a tent pitched at the edge of
a peach orchard"? Language, after all, should be as kosher as Mazor's
dough. Not for nothing I tell my Greek students that we are going to
learn the entire active verb system before we delve into the middle and
passive -- which is exactly what my beginning grammar does. The idea is
to go from the most common to the least common constructions in Greek.
then, would an author use the passive voice? The answer seems to
coalesce around the idea of emphasis. The active voice is the norm. No
special attention is called to the grammatical subject. But with the
middle and passive voices, this seems to be turned on its kop. (Sorry,
I've got Yiddish on my mind.) Changing the voice perhaps makes us wonder
why Meade's tent is pitched at the edge of a peach orchard and not in
the center of the encampment. For some reason, Newt apparently thought
this point important enough to "break the rules." In the Greek New
Testament, we don't find "Blessed are those who mourn, for God will
comfort them." Instead, we find "Blessed are those who mourn, for
they will be comforted [by God]." I'm pretty sure this is
intentional. I can say, "Let us forget the past," but I can also say
"The past should be forgotten." There's a difference, verdad? Or take,
"An error has occurred" -- a confession of wrong doing on my part. Am I
possibly trying to avoid saying something here?
final New Testament example (3 John 12):
received a good report from everyone (ISV).
Everyone speaks well of Demetrius (GNT).
literary emphasis is quite common in the New Testament. Of course, I may
be reading too much into a grammatical construction. (It wouldn't be the
first time.) Then too, the passive voice may be used for reasons other
than emphasis, as when the person performing the action is unknown or
unimportant. But it seems to me that every writer -- Newt included --
"reinvents" his or her own idiolect when writing. And they often feel
free to break the "rules" of grammar when they feel like it. (I'm
referring to writing here. The rules of spoken English are another
story.) So remember: Every act of reading is a quest (even when it's
not). Why, just yesterday on this blog I wrote a sentence filled with
ambiguity. It was not intentional on my part, of course, but see if you
can detect it:
152 years ago today, Abraham
gave his last speech from the north
portico of the White House.
I meant to say was:
152 years ago today, from the north
portico of the White House, Abraham Lincoln
gave his last speech.
hesitate to state what should be obvious. Not writing clearly doesn't
make you a bad writer. That said, anyone who wants to write in public
needs to be aware of grammar.
with that I'm off and running.
what I looked like when I began to run today. Just two flat Hawaiian
luau feet with ugly toenails ensconced in a pair of simple running
But who cares? Every time
I think about Becky and the privilege I have of raising funds for cancer
research in her memory I get tears in my eyes. Out of something horrific
God is bringing something good. Other blogs have spread the story (you
know who you are -- thanks a million times over!). If it feels right to
you, please blog about my marathon and let me know. This run symbolizes
something much bigger than any one of us. I hope we can come together
and make a huge dent in endometrial cancer. Thank you from the bottom of
my heart for caring so much about Becky and about me running in her
honor. Much love to all of you.
3) Did Jesus really say, "Father,
forgive them ...."? This author
4) Christians who
don't go to church. "I'm not a Christian, but a Christ-follower."
What do you think?
5) The pro-life argument that
needs to die. Jordan Standridge nails it.
Hope you're having a great week so far. First off, a huge thank you and
shout out to the South Boston DMV. I had to get a new license plate for
my truck and I tell you, the service today was both efficient and
friendly. A tip of the kepi to all yall! Then I ran 5 miles at the
Tobacco Heritage Trail in SoBo. I would have kept on going but the sun
was hot and I had forgotten my sun screen. It's just as well. I'll let
today be an easy day, because either tomorrow or Thursday I plan to do
my nonstop 20-miler at the same place. I'll be better prepared, though:
Vaseline, sun screen, and lots of bottled water planted in strategic
places along the course. I've convinced myself that if I can do 13.1
miles, I can do 20 miles. And if I can do 20 miles, hopefully on race
day I can complete 26.2 miles. I tell you, it was gorgeous out there
today. I'm really surprised I didn't get a scenery gawker injury. Right
now I have a pretty bad case of imposter syndrome. You're not a real
runner, Dave, so why are you even thinking about competing in a
marathon? There's no possible way you'll survive! Then the angel on
my right shoulder whispers in my ear: "You've worked hard for this,
Dave, and you deserve it. You can reach your goals, buddy, and don't let
anybody tell you otherwise." So there you have it. My name isn't Thomas,
but I'm quite a doubter. Well, tomorrow or the next day it's my super
long run. Then next week I'll taper to 15 miles. Then next weekend it's
a 13.1 mile half marathon in Petersburg.
Then I'm going to Cincy!
years ago today, Abraham Lincoln gave his last speech from the north
portico of the White House. It was, some say, the speech that got him
killed. After applauding the army and navy, he defended his policies on
amnesty and reconstruction, expressing his desire for reunion to proceed
swiftly. He called for a national day of thanksgiving. In passing, he
also endorsed black suffrage, at which point John Wilkes Both, standing
in the audience, uttered his now famous words: "That is the last speech
he will ever make." Three days later, the president was dead.
confess to you that I'm blown away by the structure of Phil. 1:9-11, our
next paragraph in this marvelous book. I think it's time for the church
to start leaning into the "now" of the kingdom of heaven more than we
ever have before. That will be Paul's theme when he gets to 1:27-30,
where we have the letter's first verb in the mood of direct command:
"The only thing in life that matters is that you live as good citizens
of heaven according to the pattern of the Gospel." But even here, in the
letter opening, we see yet more hints of what kingdom living looks life.
First of all, it looks like the bride of Christ, filled with love for
one another, making light dance in our lives like dry bones coming alive
again. Paul prays that their love might increase yet more and more.
Abounding love -- love for God yes, but that's not enough. We must
also love each other. You'll recall that this is a deeply divided
church, polarized around two women whom Paul actually names in 4:2.
Believers were backbiting, and the backbiting was leaving deep teeth
marks. We see glimpses of this divided spirit in our own churches today,
do we not? It drifts like smoke through a darkened room, taking our
breath away. Believers though we are, we are still sinners, capable of
envy and pride and a host of other sins that Paul describes in 2:2-4. We
realize, oh God, we need You. Thus Paul "prays" -- he turns to God. The
hina ("in order that") introduces the content of Paul's prayer,
which can be divided into petition ("that your love may keep on
abounding yet more and more," v. 9), purpose (a twofold one at
that, both near and remote: "that you may choose what is of greatest
importance in life," and "that you may be pure and blameless on that day
when Jesus Christ returns," v. 10), and provision ("seeing that
you have already been filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes
through Jesus Christ our Lord," v. 11). If I may quote my
Novum Testamentum essay, "Thus Paul's prayer in 1:9-11 borders on
exhortation in that it encapsulates his purpose in writing: to encourage
the Philippians toward greater unity and amity."
This is what God intends for us. This is
what the church is to be moving toward each and every day. We were made
for this life of mutual love. And note: Love is not self-produced. It's
simply the "fruit" of abiding in Christ. Only He can rescue us from our
tendency to put ourselves first and others last.
By the way, I don't think we give Paul
enough credit for his tactfulness here. As we've seen, the main argument
of the letter is the need for unity around the Gospel and the end to
factionalism. It's this issue that Paul addresses directly in 4:2-3. But
there he builds on points already proven. In admonishing his readers in
1:27 to live as worthy citizens of a heavenly commonwealth, Paul makes
it clear that this means first and foremost standing firm and struggling
with one soul for the faith of the Gospel.
Together. In love.
Now that's radical. I think my
discovery of the difference between "believer" and "disciple" has
changed me forever. It's given me a new direction for my life. The
kingdom of God is now my work and the work of every follower of Jesus.
Our lives -- yours and mine -- are prophesying the kingdom of heaven
right now by entering into the very heart and mystery of our faith, the
mystery of the Christ who surrendered His rights to live out the kingdom
in extravagant, furious love. That's the kind of movement I want to
join. Love is a force that burns away everything that stands in the way
of being truly human at last. When I think of the Gospel now I think not
merely of forensic justification (though I will never surrender that
truth) but also of moving with God in His mission to rescue and restore
and redeem. The kingdom is already and not yet. There's a tension
between these two realities. We live in a very fallen world, but we can
still live our lives as if the kingdom was already here, as if it's
already come, because in a sense it has, and it is the loving bride of
Christ that breathes new life into this doctrine.
A couple of final things.
1) You can listen to
me reading Philippians in Greek
life can be dull. It can be monotonous. But for those very reasons it's
never tiresome. Bored you'll never be. You circle around the seasons,
waiting for summer to come, or perhaps winter (if you like snow).
Boredom is not an option, however. In the spring you mow the grass.
It's a monotonous task,
yet it's never boring. That's because it gets you outside, back into
nature, like a vagabond or a lost highwayman. Mowing becomes a communion
with the Creator, a contemplation of the landscape. It restores you like
the calm of sleep. For all around is peace and solitude.
a big part of running is being able to track your distance, speed, pace,
etc. Well, today I tried out my new Garmin 35 for the first time. To say
I was pleased with it would be an understatement. It doesn't look
enormous and is very comfortable on your arm. I love the square face,
the wrist-based heart rate monitor, the black band, the digital watch
feature, the data fields it offers, the easy-to-use charging cable, and
the fact that I can sync it to my Map My Run app. It also
connected to the satellite in no time to provide an easy-to-read map. I
don't really care much for the side
buttons, which can be awkward to use. I can't say how the battery life
is, since this is my first day using it, but I'll let you know. I don't
plan on wearing it except when I'm working out so I don't imagine the
battery will be an issue, even when running a marathon. For an
intermediate runner like me, it certainly does the job and is a very
nice complement to my MMR app.
Today I lifted at the Y, then biked for 5 miles and ran for 5. Below are
some of the Garmin features based on my run. You can see that I really
slowed down during miles 2 and 3 because of shin splints. Afterwards I
got a "Vulcanito" at Mexico Viejo for a mere $5.50 -- and even got two
meals out of it. Off to take a power nap, and then it's time to mow!
registered for the Petersburg Half Marathon on April 22! It should fit
perfectly into my tapering program. The course takes runners through
Battlefield Park where a live reenactment will be underway. Just think:
If I poop out, I can always "take a hit" and find a shady tree to lie
under. Between now and then, no new shoes, new socks, new clothes, new
diet. The countdown is on!
next paragraph in Philippians is 1:3-8. It follows the opening
salutation (1:1-2), where Paul has already telegraphed to us his theme:
"Unity in the Gospel through Humility." I'd entitle 1:3-8, "The
Necessity of Sharing in the Work of the Gospel." In other words, just as
Paul and Timothy are partners in the Gospel, so they and the Philippians
are to be partners. As Christians, all of us are to be "Together for the
Gospel" (to borrow a phrase that's popular today in certain circles).
Here Paul moves from non-verbal material in 1:1-2 (verbless clauses) to
the letter's first verb, eucharisto. The parallelism between
1:3-8 and 1:9-11 indicates a close connection between these two
paragraphs and separates them from the section that follows. If 1:1-2
comprise the letter opening, 1:3-11 comprise the body opening. It's as
simple as that.
main theme of 1:3-8 may be stated as follows: "I thank God that you,
Philippians, are faithful partners with me in the Gospel." Later, Paul
will use the same language of "partnership" to describe the agreement
that existed between him and the Philippians in terms of "giving and
receiving" -- an obvious reference to the sharing of financial resources
(4:15). Significantly, this reference to the sharing of one's material
goods -- an important aspect of Christian unity -- relates not only to
the body opening (1:3-11) but to the body closing (4:10-20), and thus
argues against dividing the letter into two or three different and
Thank you, Paul, for being so clear!
clearly hadn't always thought this way about the Gospel. For me,
missions was putting money in an offering plate. Then I realized that
Jesus was saying, "Dave, YOU go. YOU get involved personally." So I
flipped a switch. 17 trips to Ethiopia since 2004. 13 trips to Asia in
the past 7 years. Honestly, I just decided to serve other people,
especially where the needs seemed to be the greatest. I still have space
for self-improvement. Lots of space. But this one thing I've decided: We
can't go a mile wide and an inch deep in terms of church planting. If
the church at large can use my teaching and equipping gifts, I'm ready
to offer them, gratis.
church: partnering in the Gospel is noble, necessary work. May we come
alongside the body of Christ in whatever country (our own included) and
ask, "Good brother, good sister, how can I help you?"
good people over at Map My Run are so encouraging. (Yes, I know.
They're also a business and eager to make money for Under Armour.)
They just sent me my first quarter stats.
While I haven't exactly
been dragging my feet, I'm wondering if I'm working hard enough to
prepare for Cincy.
I'm off to the gym
tomorrow to work out with weights (as I usually do on Mondays), and I'll
probably run some as well. I took today off after a grueling week and
weekend. How often should I run this week? How far should I go? What
pace should I average? I hate these kinds of decisions. But honestly --
what a total honor to be doing this for cancer research. If you've run a
marathon, any thoughts or insights would be welcome.
Well, enough blogging for one day. I'm signing off. I'll close with a
picture of Ulysses S. Grant's great-great-grandson, whom I had the
privilege of meeting today in Appomattox. Boy the stories he told!
folks! Living history is one thing our National Park Service does really
well. It's interesting that April 9, 1865, when Lee surrendered to Grant at
Appomattox Court House, was Palm Sunday, as it was today (for only
the seventh time since 1865). Care to take a journey with me today to
this historic site?
bright and sunny day welcomed about 3,000 guests to the park.
2) The surrender occurred in the parlor
of the McLean House.
3) Then ...
4) ... and now.
5) The federal encampment. Brought back
memories of 25 years of reenacting.
6) Chatting with the colonel of the 2nd
U.S. Cavalry. I once rode with the 1st Maine.
7) A period sutler selling his goods.
8) Live fire demonstration. The kids
9) The county jail.
10) Grant with his staff.
11) And Lee with his.
12) Blue and gray on the McLean House steps.
13) Grant was
Lee, for his part, told his men to go home and be as good citizens as they
had been soldiers. The healing had begun.
14) Grant set up a printing press in
town to facilitate paroles for the Southern troops.
15) The stacking of arms.
16) The actual surrendering of arms
took place the next day, April 10. It took 6 hours and 30 minutes to
17) Louis, my server at El Cazador in
Appomattox, with a copy of Becky's memoir in Spanish.
Few places evoke such emotions as
Appomattox Court House. The surrender that took place there exactly 152
years ago today was but the first act in a long national journey that
continues still. Thanks for sharing it with me.
Greek and Hebrew students use an interlinear? That's the question posed
to me (again) over at the B & H
Academic Blog when I read my dear
friend and colleague Scott Kellum's essay about
improving one's use of the biblical languages. He's been waging a
"mini-war" against the use of interlinears, and cites Con Campbell (of
Trinity International University) in his defense: Burn them! (Note: I
found the link to Scott's excellent essay while perusing the
Language Majors site, which I mentioned the other day as being a
completely wonderful resource for language students.) For
what it's worth, I'll throw in my drachma. The ultimate proof for this
Greek prof that interlinears are useful is that I've used them to my
great advantage over the years -- and still do. Yes, there's an ugly
underbelly to any tool we can use in biblical studies. But as I noted in
my book Using New Testament Greek in Ministry, "Halitosis is
better than no breath at all." Now, when I was in seminary in the 1970s,
it was a different world from today. The "helps" we used were all
written in things called books, to wit, Rienecker and Rogers'
Linguistic Key to the Greek New Testament or Sakae Kubo's
Reader's Greek-English Lexicon of the New Testament. Today, of
course, there's Logos and Bible Hub and Bible Gateway and La Parola and
the Reader's Greek New Testament. Even Bill Mounce (no schlep
when it comes to Greek) published an ingenious Reverse-Interlinear
New Testament. And should we overlook Con's own colleague, the
librarian at TIU, whose
on the use of interlinears are hardly of the book-burning variety? I
taught myself all of the languages I know (except Hebrew and Greek) from
a book. I recall teaching myself Latin and finding an interlinear of
Commentaries on the Gallic War. It was love at first sight. The
publisher wrote: "The interlinear is admittedly the student's most
effective aid in translating the classics."
can say a hearty "Amen" to that. Aid or crutch? Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder I reckon. My thinking is that interlinears are ideal for
language learners who have a modicum of knowledge about the language
they're learning but don't yet have the vocabulary to easily read the
literature in that language. With a tongue like German, where the word
order can be crazy at times, I'd argue that an interlinear is not only
helpful but indispensable. Try this one on for size:
for the New Testament, here's Mark 1:1 in Bible-Hub-ese.
Personally, I think such interlinears are a very good way for
beginning-intermediate language learners to become independent readers
of a language. Even if you're a bit more advanced you will still find
them helpful, especially if you've become rusty. You'll learn an
incredible amount of vocabulary in an incredibly short time. Once you
know the basic rules, rapid reading is a pretty good way to expand your
vocabulary and knowledge of grammar.
reader, become a language warrior. Fight to retain (and improve) your
reading knowledge of Hebrew and Greek. And believe you me: it's a
battle. Sometimes things get a little rough, so be patient with
yourself. My best advice is to use whichever helps you find useful. I
guess all of us profs have different techniques that work for us when
we're teaching, but interlinears work well for me. Maybe start your own
reading group like the one my assistant Noah Kelley is doing this summer
with my students who have completed a year of Greek. This will require,
of course, your hottest commodity: time. So decide to give it. Create
space for language acquisition and mastery. And remember: this is sacred
work. It counts. Take Scott's suggestions to heart. And if you end up
using an interlinear in the process, I promise I won't tell him.
time to taper, Dave." That thought ran through my mind as I sat on the
front porch this evening with Sheba, sipping a glass of white wine
(well, sparkling grape juice) and watching the sunset.
This week I need to get
one last long run in -- a 20-miler. Then it's taper time. I'll begin
shortening my runs. I'll do one medium run a week. I'll try and do
everything at a relaxed pace. I'll also need to be sure I'm getting
enough protein in my diet -- eggs, meat, dairy, soy products. Reducing
weight training is also a good idea. The goal is to minimize accumulated
fatigue. Or so I'm told. Hey, I've never done this before.
While I was sipping my grape juice I was also looking online for my next
half marathon. I'm torn between the Bryce Half in Utah (July 8) and the
Chicago Half (July 16). The nice thing about Chicago is its flat course.
The nice thing about Bryce is that you run through some of the most
beautiful scenery in all of North America. Plus, the race is mostly
downhill. Well, I don't need to decide right away. Age is catching up
with me, folks, but I'm not ready to throw in the towel yet.
through Philippians in my wonderful Greek New Testament.
(Note: Never write in
your Bible. But if you do, might as well go overboard.) Here's my
paragraph title for 1:1-2: "Servants and Saints." In teaching this
passage one might focus on the following:
Introduce Paul ("Little") and Timothy ("God-honorer"), as well as the
Philippians (can you guess how that could be over-translated?).
Note Paul's use of douloi ("servants," "slaves") instead of his
usual word "apostle."
Introduce the theme of the book: "Unity in the Cause of the Gospel."
Note how hints of this theme are seen even in this opening salutation:
Paul includes Timothy as an equal "greeter/sender."
Paul writes to ALL of the believers in Philippi, regardless of which
"side" of the controversy they're on (see 4:2).
Paul mentions their leaders in such a way as to emphasis that they
are extensions of the church ("along with the
overseers and deacons") and not over the church ("under
the overseers and deacons"). Shepherds are still sheep!
Note that both "overseers" and "deacons" lack the article in Greek,
perhaps emphasizing not their titles but their activities ("those who
oversee and serve").
you're teaching through Philippians, please feel free to use my
Power Point on the letter's structure and also consult my
essay on the same topic. This book is structured fabulously, you
have no idea. When I first saw it I heard the angels singing.
mates! This morning my son-in-law Joel and I drove to Cary to
participate in the Cary Road Race 5K. It was a great event and we
enjoyed it tremendously. My official time was 30:19 so I'm pretty
you love the English language?) There were a total of 533 participants
-- 287 in the 10K, and 246 in the 5K. I finished 125/246 in the 5K and
third place in my age group. I'm probably in the best condition I've
ever been in but I'm always surprised at how grueling a 5K race is,
especially when you're giving it your all. It's pretty hard not to feel
enthusiastic after a race like today's. Joel did super great for his
first 5K and I think he liked the experience. You're the best, son! Here
are a few pix with some commentary for all of you running nerds out
We arrived at the race site in Cary a half hour before gun time for the
5K, which worried me a little, as it gave us barely enough time to get
our race bibs and warm up. As you can see, the parking lot was FULL.
2) Here's Joel getting his first-ever
racing bib. He told me he had three goals today: to finish, to enjoy
himself, and to learn. I tell you, he was stoked. Reminded me of my
first race. :-)
3) The perfunctory pre-race photo.
I told Joel we'd both feel a few aches
and pains after the race. But hey -- it's either stay in bed on a
Saturday morning or get out and run. The former option is always
tempting, but the latter option will have you feeling better in the long
run (pardon the pun).
4) Here's the starting line. For some
reason that was never explained to us, the race was delayed for about 15
minutes. It was difficult to just stand there. These young dudes were
chafing to get going!
5) A lot of people scoff at the idea of
entering a 5K. Not Joel. Here he is crossing the finish line. Joel: I
think your life just changed forever!
6) Then it was time to drive to Red
Robin and grab a burger with fries. Yes, that's a Pepsi I'm drinking,
the sinner that I am. It tasted SOOOO GOOD!
Those are today's highlights. I think
Joel is gonna blog about today's race, and if he does I'll link to his
post here. I really like the quote, "Run with your heart, not your
legs." Joel gave it his whole heart today, and I somehow suspect it will
not be the last time he races with me.
Alice in Wonderland with some wonderful racing advice:
Begin at the
beginning and go on 'til you come to the end; then stop.
Think I'll try that today.
right now. Yep. A great day to run.
to everyone doing their first 5K this weekend:
are a runner.
are a runner because you ran.
order to be a runner you don't have to earn a degree.
apply for a license.
pass a test.
give an oath.
ran. That's good enough.
You're now an official member of the running community.
Welcome to the 'hood.
my goal was 20 miles. I got 15 of them in at the High Bridge Trail in
Farmville, and I plan to finish the last 5 this evening. 2017 has gotten
off to a great start in terms of running goals as far as I'm concerned.
Sure, I haven't gotten much faster. But I have nothing to complain
about. I've got a strong set of legs, sound lungs, a strong heart, and
bucket loads of determination. I can't help but be a bit emotional when
I think that in just 4 short weeks I'm actually going to try and run a
marathon in memory of Becky. I'm feeling good about my training. I'm
determined to be in the best shape possible for the race. Is it hard?
Are you kidding? I'm just a normal guy who's pushing himself as hard as
he can. This morning I said to my body, "I'm going to run a long ways
today, and I'm taking you with me, so you might as well get with the
program." Do my shins ever hurt? Huh? Do I ever feel tired? What? Still,
I feel like I'm the most blessed man I know. My cup is waaaaay
overflowing. I'm motivated each and every day to get out there and work
hard at whatever tasks God gives me for that day. Tomorrow I'll race
again. I may not run well and I may not run fast, but run I will.
to close by mentioning something completely unrelated, but I've totally
gotten back into reading Hebrew again, especially my Hebrew New
Testaments. No one ever said that scholarship is easy. But you've got to
keep up with your knowledge of Greek, Hebrew, German, French, Latin,
etc. etc. etc. Yes, I have to look some words up. And yes, I'm better at
some languages than others. (My spoken Spanish sucks.) And yes, I use
the snazzy apps that everyone else uses. But lose my languages? I'd no
sooner lose my lunch than do that.
to dinner with a pal. See ya!
night I met for dinner with one of my outstanding doctoral students. I'm
eager for him to get started on his dissertation. It's on a subject we
think is completely overlooked in New Testament studies. Anyhoo, one of
the areas he will be examined on during his orals is textual criticism,
and I want to recommend to one and all an excellent website that will
keep you coming back for more:
Textual Criticism. Its aim is to be "a forum for casual discussion
of the textual criticism of the Greek text of New Testament books,
especially the Gospels and related topics." Had I not visited the site
today I might have missed an excellent essay called
How to Count Textual Variants, which asks "Just how many variants
are there in the Greek New Testament?" At ETS last Friday I mentioned in
passing that I thought there are about 2,000 significant variants in the
New Testament, most of which are treated in the apparatus of the UBS
Greek New Testament. One of these "significant" variants is Matt.
5:22, or so I argued -- despite the variant being overlooked in some
recent commentaries. My point here is this: We live in a millennium
where the study of textual criticism is gloriously possible for anyone
willing to take the time and make the effort. And yes, this includes
seminary students -- as the essay above reminds us in a (somewhat
comical but true) footnote!
the term "layperson" is used here, it also includes seminary
students, who may even have a 93-hour M.Div., as textual criticism
is almost never a part of the curriculum.
Wednesday, Alvin Reid blessed me with a copy of his latest book called
Sharing Jesus. I read it last night. I loved this chart, which I had
never seen before.
This is so spot on. As a
fulltime "missionary" (I teach Greek but that's my job, not my
"business"), I used to think of evangelism from a proclamation
perspective, not realizing that relational evangelism is not only an
option, but actually works better in certain situations (probably
most situations). We are to have lives saturated with the Good News
of the love of Jesus -- not just verbally, but physically, tangibly,
relationally. Sharing our faith will always require a message, but it's
also about lifestyle, community, and service. Living the Gospel is the
best witness to our preaching. Paul said, "Woe to me if I don't preach
the Gospel." I want to keep doing it until my dying day. There's no
greater joy than sharing the love of Christ with others, though we may
have to learn new lessons in courage and be open to new approaches.
Thank you, Alvin, for the reminder.
training log: Did 9 miles today. Ahead: a 10-mile workout, followed by a
15 and then a 20. Then start tapering for the marathon. Thankfully, I'm
beginning to get stronger by the day. When marathon day comes, I know
there's a chance I won't be able to finish the race. People drop out for
any number of reasons, not least because of an injury. But today I'm
feeling pretty good about the race. If something does happen and I have
to drop out, it won't be because I didn't train hard enough. I'm
reminded of something my pastor in La Mirada once told me: "Dave," he
said, "it's better to be prepared and never called, than to be called
and not prepared." So true. Just think: U.S. Marine. One of my toe nails
is a complete mess. It's the color of a grape. That's not to say I'm
gonna stop training. I think they call it runner's foot, or something
like that. Oh well. I'll just see how I do next month in Cincy.
Meanwhile, I'll just keep pushing my soon-to-be 65-year old bones.
Very interesting article in CT about
Muslims in America and how the church is missing an opportunity to
reach them for Christ.
"This is the best case
we've had in human history to share the love of Christ with
Muslims," according to David Cashin, intercultural studies professor
at Columbia International University and an expert in
friends. I thought I'd just check in and let yall know what's been goin'
down in my life
these days. There are so many good, God things to report about I really
don't know where to start. So off we go, into the wild blue yonder!
The Glasgow Daily Times is reporting about a 65-year old runner
qualified for Boston. His wife, who died of cancer in 2014, is his
inspiration. Becky's mine!
2) Here's the course map for this
Saturday's 5K in Cary.
This will be my first time racing on
this course. I know I'll love it. Seems it's that time of the year
again. Weekly races. Warmer weather. Great causes. Even better
comradery. One of my sons-in-law will be joining me for the race. Now
that is waaaay toooo cool!
3) A gazillion thanks to my friend Mark
at the Chick-fil-A in Wilkesboro, NC, for becoming my very first race
sponsor!!!! Everyone, please note his logo on our
fund website and be sure to pay them a visit whenever you're down
that way. Kinda odd, but I really hate to ask people for money but I
really do enjoy fundraising. We're almost half way to our goal of $4,000
for cancer research. Thank you for being part of this journey of mine!
4) I love this passage. It's Heb.
We discussed it in Greek 2 class
yesterday since we were studying participles, and this text has oodles
of them -- in fact, a whopping 7!
A word or two. The diagramming method I
use is based on what's called "colon analysis," which itself is based on
how the ancients approached the text, according to Johannes Louw. Here's
what you do. You place each main clause to the left, and then you indent
any subordinate clauses to the right. In this particular passage, the
key to interpretation -- in my humble opinion -- is the shift from the 5
aorist tense particles to the 2 present tense participles.
The author is simply saying, "For those have once been enlightened,
etc., it's impossible (for God or man) to renew them again to repentance
as long as they continue to crucify to themselves the Son of God and
expose Him to public ridicule. Here's my diagram in Greek (the
participles are in bold):
For it is impossible to
keep on restoring to repentance time and again
people who have once been
who have tasted the heavenly gift
who have become partners with the
who have tasted the goodness of
God's word and the powers of the coming age
and who have fallen away
as long as they continue to
crucify the Son of God to themselves
expose Him to public ridicule.
The bad news
is that it's possible to privately and publicly repudiate Christ. Peter
apparently did as much. The good news is that repentance is possible as
soon as one discontinues that behavior (as did Peter, who went out and
wept bitterly). So this passage is not only a legitimate warning against
"falling away," it's holding out hope to those who might succumb to the
temptation to forsake Christ. God intensely loves us. He is always
working for us, no matter how far off the beaten path we may wander. The
obverse is also true: No genuine believer can ever persist in
repudiating Christ. If they do, it's pretty certain they've never had a
genuine conversion experience to begin with. Deeper still, note the
significance of verses 7-8, which are often forgotten. The principle
there is: Where there is fruit on the tree, there is life in
the tree. That's why in verses 9-12 the author can say that his readers
are "saved," because he's witnessed the fruit of salvation in their
lives (not only did they minister to the saints in the past, but
they continue to do so). So much more could be said, but I think you get
5) After Greek class, I sent the
students home with their second take-home exam of the semester, which
covers chapters 17-21 of our textbook, Learn to Read New Testament
Greek. This is soooooo exciting. There are only 5 chapters to go.
6) This morning my colleague Fred
Williams (who has a doctorate in linguistics and probably knows more
languages than the rest of us put together) gave his retirement lecture
on Jonah and the Whale. Well done, Fred. We're gonna miss you!
7) Oh. Here's Alvin "Mr. Evangelism"
Reid himself. Running over. That's how I felt when Alvin
finished. His lectures are always so STIMULATING. If he can't light your
fire about becoming missional, your wood is all wet.
8) As you can see, it's almost time to
get up hay again. Boy, is the grass greeeeen.
And to think: this weekend I'm mowing
the yard for the first time this year. Springtime, I is ready for ya!
For researching the
language of the Septuagint, our method must observe two things:
First, the LXX is a translation, and second it uses the language of
the day, that is, the Koine.
10) Finally, this week I'm giving away
the following books. Yes, I'm beginning to thin out my library again.
Most of my books go to the Majority World, but my more technical tomes
go to those of you who want/need to build up your exegetical library and
perhaps don't have the wherewithal to do it. (Just tryin' to help out a
brother or sister ....) Write me at
firstname.lastname@example.org for your free book, and please be sure to include
your mailing address.
friend of mine ran his first 5K on Saturday. I'm so happy for him. Do me
a favor. Pick a 5K in three months and sign up for it. Your life will be
totally changed. You'll find a new level of fitness and confidence.
There's something about setting a definite goal that makes a world of
difference. You might have to walk but that's AOK. Enjoy your journey.
Maybe I'll see you at a race one day. Let's bring crazy to a whole new
think my new running mantra is: "Do it for those who can't." Since Ella
can't, I will. Since Kacie can't, I will. Since a wounded warrior can't
(though many do), I will. When I'm running, I like to think about the
cause I'm running for. On Saturday it was the Texas Special Olympics.
This coming Saturday it will be to enhance existing greenways and trails
in the Cary area. My marathon in Cincy will be for cancer research.
Visualization is a huge part of a runner's success.
Tomorrow in our Jesus and the Gospels class our guest speaker will be
none other than Alvin Reid. Check out his books
here. Alvin's topic will be "Jesus and Evangelism."
I read this book in one
sitting over the weekend. It's such an inspiration. Dick Beardslee
overcame incredible hardships. Love his self-deprecating humor.
everyone had a fabulous weekend and got everything done they needed to.
I had a very nice time in Dallas. It was a good chance to let my motor
idle for a while. Not that I was inactive. A lecture on Friday. A 5K on
Saturday. Church services and concert on Sunday. And lots of eating out
with mom and dad. I got in two 4-mile runs and one 7-mile run as well.
Here's a quick rehash of Saturday's 5K race in memory of Kacie Brekhus:
gun goes off and I'm running like a bat out of Hades. I really revved up
the pace-ometer. A mile into the race and I'm still feeling good. I was
hoping to cover the 3.1 miles in under 30 minutes. Mile 3 and I'm still
holding my pace. I peek at my Map My Run app -- a 9-minute/mile
pace! This is ridiculous. Run finish time: 28:55. Yes, you read that
correctly. Let me sum up the race in one word: AWESOME. Physically, I
felt better after the race than before it. The event really
energized me. To be sure, I'm not very coordinated, and my momentum is
about as powerful as a poached egg, but life is good, right? I loved,
loved, loved this event. I even got to meet and hug on Kacie's mom and
dad. They are super nice people who are handling their daughter's death
as well as can be expected. By the way, I think I'm turning out to be a
very competitive person -- surprise! I'm learning so many valuable
lessons about myself by racing. Here's a sampling: I'm basically a lazy
and comfort-prone person, but one who is always ready to push through. I
enjoy endorphin baths! The 5K is still my most challenging race. I love
the simplicity of this sport (all you have to do is put one foot in
front of the other). My fellow racers have hearts of gold. Running is
just about the best therapy one can get (a real confidence-builder).
Running sure beats mountain climbing as far as safety is concerned (I
would hate to end up sliding off the side of a 14er in the Rockies). By
divine intervention, I've managed to complete every race I've started.
Folks, it's just plain great to be alive and ready to face life no
matter what it throws at you. I have a lot of running to do before my
marathon in 5 weeks and for me there's no greater way to achieve calm
than to participate in races like the one I did on Saturday. I'm nervous
about Cincy, but I know that everything will be okay once I get to the
starting line and the gun sounds.
a fantastic year it's been so far. I can't wait to do more adventurous,
crazy things. It was such a joy to attend the ETS meeting in Fort Worth.
I can't tell you how many people I met at the conference who thanked me
for the books I've written. Some even asked me to autograph their books.
I must express thanks to all of my publishers -- Zondervan, Baker, B &
H, T & T Clark, Energion, Kregel, Eisenbrauns -- for their bold vision
to publish this material. I've been amazed over the years to see how
broadly God has used these books in peoples' lives and continues to use
them. Life rolls on at an astonishing pace. Only our great God and His
word remain unchanged. Whatever you may be enduring, my friend, look up,
in reverence. Discover anew what God is doing in your life. Well, I've
got to cook my meals for the week. I marvel at the goodness of the Lord.
This was one of the greatest weekends of my life. Here are a few pics:
Posing with a few of the many Korean students that attend Southwestern.
2) Enjoying Korean cuisine with two
Ph.D. students from Southern Seminary.
3) Here's a silhouette of me during my
talk. Spooky or what?
4) Me at the start of the 5K in
Carrolton. I usually start in the middle of the pack.
5) Like my pink ribbon?
6) Kacie's sweet parents.
7) Having real barbeque.
8) Mom singing in the choir.
be a fun weekend. Nate will be watching the farm while I'm in Texas. I'm
running a race on Saturday, one I've really been looking forward to.
Not every race in life is like that. Losing Becky has been a marathon I
didn't choose to run. But by the grace of God, I'm giving it my best
effort. I've overcome more obstacles than I could have ever imagined.
But a lot of good has also come my way. Like getting to know mom and dad
better. There's no secret, folks, to taking care of one's aging parents.
It's called love, faith, effort. Nothing prepares you for losing a
daughter. They've faced a tough race. My thanks to Becky's parents for
their visits, their emails, their support. As I'm running my post-cancer
marathon, they've prayed my progress. Despite my grief and loneliness,
I've found peace and wholeness again. My voice praises as well as
laments. Every day I run my race I ask God, as do you, for perseverance and
renewal, courage and humility, as we take each painful step. That's
where we are now -- dad is there, mom is there, I am there. No, aging
isn't romantic. But it's a race that must be run until there isn't
anything left between us and God anymore. This weekend, visiting Texas
is my vocation, my calling. I've had to let go of life as I might have
planned it, yet every day I'm more grounded in His love. Immanuel. God
with us. Hope. Joy. Family. Jesus. We have more than enough in Him.
else is there to say?
P. S. then I'll get back to my book. Three links to be exact. The first
is by Noah Kelley (yes, that Noah Kelley), who today posted an
excellent overview of the Greek perfect that will most sointenly repay a
Recent Views regarding the Greek Perfect Tense. The second link
comes from the ever-busy pen of James Snapp and is called "Developments
in New Testament Textual Criticism in the Past Twenty Years
(1997-2017)." To access it, click
and then scroll down. Finally, Thomas
primer on New Testament textual criticism is now available for
purchase. While nobody has solved the riddle of New Testament textual
criticism, least of all by producing yet another introduction to the
subject, certain things are clear. We must make use of all the
information available to us today, whether it has to do with theories of
textual transmission or editions of the Greek New Testament or Facebook
posts. We must welcome new voices to the discussion. We must not remain
locked into our "tradition," whatever that may be be, but be willing to
think outside of the box and even rethink the "wineskins" of our
text-critical forebears. We ancient ones must go to great lengths to
encourage the younger scholars in our midst. And we must always be
willing to subordinate our scholarship to what is best for Christ's
body, the church. Scholarship on fire must be our hallmark.
bloggerites, and welcome back. I love teaching. It's what I do.
Yesterday my assistant (and current Ph.D. student) Noah Kelley and I
worked on a semantic-structural analysis of the opening paragraph of
If you just recently
joined my blog, you probably think I'm obsessed with New Testament
Greek. Well, you're right. The textual patterns in this text are
In fact, as someone has
said, the opening prologue of Galatians reads like a "table of contents"
to the entire letter. Here Paul moves from the topic of his apostleship,
to the topic of Jesus' self-sacrifice for our sins, and finally to the
topic of living the Christian life in light of the Gospel, as this
commentary points out:
Hooray for Paul! Folks, our
understanding of the New Testament comes from close observation of the
text. We need to see what's there and take note of it. This is
certifiable insanity, I know, but so much fun. Speaking of fun, I had a
great time enjoying supper with a student and his wife last night in
their home in Wake Forest. The meal was delicious and the fellowship --
ditto. Thank you soooooo much, Christian and Jenna, for your
hospitality. Keep it up and your guests will praise you at the city
Here's another blessing. These guys are
headed to teach in a Bible school in Nepal this summer.
And now they have some of my books to
add to their school library. (Did you forget that I don't collect books?
I don't need them as much as these schools do.) Have a great trip yall,
and let me know when you want me to come. Thanks finally to my colleague
and dear friend Ant Greenham for his lecture today in my NT class. His
topic was "The Gospels and Muslim Evangelism."
Ant earned his Ph.D. in Islamic Studies
and has lived in both Tel Aviv and Amman, so he knows his subject
backwards and forwards.
Say, I'm giving away this book:
It's practically brand new. It's yours
for the asking. If I get more than one request (cut-off time is 7:30 am
tomorrow), I'll draw straws. Be sure to send me your snail mail address
when you write me at email@example.com.
For now I'm packing for my trip to the
Big D tomorrow, then I'm going to kick up my feet and read. My life is
pretty hectic right now, but God always give us what we can handle, when
we can handle it. I can't explain how happy I am to see Bec's mom and
dad again. Love them so much!
I must still be in "runner appreciation mode" because last night I
picked up this fabulous book and couldn't put it down.
I loved this book. Both
Alberto Salazar and Dick Beardslee gave everything they had during that
epic 1982 Boston Marathon. How many of us can say that about ourselves?
My philosophy is: if you're going to do something, Dave, might as well
go all out. No, I'll never come close to winning a race. But as John
"The Penguin" Bingham -- who began running marathons in his 40s after
leading an unhealthy, sedentary life -- puts it, "The miracle isn't that
I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start." If a flabby
Oprah Winfrey could run the Marine Corps Marathon in 1994, anybody can
run one. I don't know how long it will take me to finish the Flying Pig
Marathon in Cincinnati -- except that I'll be faster than anyone still
lying in bed that morning. I'll be at the back of the pack and smiling
all the way. The truth is, I suck at running. Who cares? Friend, if you
get out there and put one foot in front of the other, you're a runner in
my book. Anyone can enjoy (and even become "addicted") to this insane
this book. It's one of the best to get you motivated to do something
to change your lifestyle and activity level. Running is a metaphor for
anything you do in life. I read the book from start to finish in one
sitting, and so will you. At heart, I've never been a celebrity fan. But
this book is not about famous celebrities. It's about two men who led
very normal and pain-filled lives. Life is a series of heartaches you
just have to overcome. For me, the miracle is not the finish line. It's
the fact that I have the courage to start.
Well, I'm in teaching mode again, but before I leave for school, here
are a couple of great links:
This weekend Danny Akin is hosting his annual
family life conference.
Becky and I attended together a few years ago and took 8 couples from
our church with us. Danny and Charlotte are the real deal. You will LOVE
Jacob Cerone (currently a doctoral student in Germany) wants to help you
Waddling on .... :-)
lecture at Liberty is now history! I'm excited to share with you a few
Gary Bredfeldt and I enjoying comida mexicana.
2) With a great group of D. Min.
students. One came all the way from Liberia.
3) Yours truly beginning his talk.
4) Afterwards I met with one of my
former SEBTS students. Ben went on to earn his doctorate from Aberdeen
and now teaches Greek and New Testament at Liberty. Congratulations,
5) Finally, I attended a much-needed
"healing service" in Lynchburg, where they "operated" on my ugly
toenails. I tell you: Pedicures rock!
Stay centered in His love.
thoughts about turning 65 this year ....
always had a bad case of Wanderlust. I love the unknown. I love getting
on an airplane or loading up my van and just driving off into the
distant sunset. Even a short car ride is exciting. My dream is to one
day get to Alaska. It's the only one of the 50 states I haven't visited
yet. There are so many places on my "to see" wish list it's dizzying.
I've left my heart in several countries. I recall first traveling while
I was growing up in Hawaii. When I was 6 and again when I was 16, our
family made trips to Youngstown, Ohio to visit my mother's family. Both
times we took the Greyhound bus across the country. For $99.00 we could
each travel for 99 days anywhere in the contiguous 48 states. And we
did. You meet a lot of interesting characters on trips like that. Today
I travel mostly by plane. When I fly from RDU to DC I always try and get
a window seat on the port side. I never know when I'll look down and see
my farm. One year I was invited to give a lecture at Oxford. At first
this was a shock: I felt I knew nothing about the inner workings of the
UK university system. On reflection, however, I realized I could
contribute something, because my views on the authorship of Hebrews (my
lecture topic) were not widely known at the time. I have done some
ministry in Germany, Switzerland, Ukraine, Armenia, Romania, France,
Spain (a lecture on the Costa del Sol -- that's called "suffering for
Jesus!"), Greece, Israel, Egypt, Ethiopia, Korea, and India. I've also
been privileged to minister in the Muslim world and Central Asia. I am
no expert traveler, but by the providence of God I have been around. It
humbles me to think that I have had such a special privilege of seeing
the church of God in so many parts of the world. One is impressed by the
warmth of the body of Christ wherever one travels. I am also intrigued
to see what goes on in terms of theological education, since I'm a
teacher. I have the happiest of memories of lecturing in South Korea on
6 different occasions. The eagerness of the students to learn Greek made
an enormous impression on me. A visit to Armenia was also very
instructive. The nation is dominated by the Orthodox Church, and so it
was a great surprise to be invited to lecture in that body's seminary in
the capital of Yerevan.
Earlier I was honored to teach a course at Tyndale Seminary in Holland.
In my class on the New Testament we had students from no less than 14
nationalities, if my memory serves me right. It was moving to see
Africans and Eastern Europeans and Americans loving one another so well.
Another memorable trip was the one I made to India to speak at the
dedication of a new Bible college in the state of Kerala. Conditions
were spartan, but there was no lack of love among the pastors I met
there (who enjoyed holding hands with me!). There is a massive growth in
the church in places like Africa, Asia, and Latin America, despite the
difficult living circumstances. I can't help wondering how different
things might have been in southern Ethiopia had not Becky's parents
brought the Gospel there over 50 years ago. I must also mention the work
in Asia I'm doing. It is a remarkable thing to work among pastors whose
training in the biblical languages is nil but whose eagerness to learn
is unmatched. I could wax eloquent about the food I've eaten there
(including donkey) but I'll restrain myself!
want to conclude by mentioning that this Wanderlust I've been describing
has seemingly rubbed off on my students. A few have gone on to Europe
for their doctorates. Several are eagerly accepting invitations to teach
abroad as the Lord opens to them doors of ministry. My task in life is
not merely to teach Greek. We can't substitute knowledge for
involvement. It's refreshing to see a new generation of Jesus-followers
willing to go anywhere and do anything to serve the King of kings. They
believe in and practice every-member ministry. They expect the Holy
Spirit to lead them and to work in and through them with power. My brief
today at Liberty is to remind us all that life is a mission trip, and
that we are all fulltime missionaries. Because you know what? The church
is nothing other than a bunch of ordinary people doing ordinary things
with Gospel intentionally.
My thanks to Gary
Bredfeldt of Liberty University's Theological Seminary for the kind
invitation to lecture in his D. Min. seminar tomorrow afternoon. My
theme is "Every Member a Missionary." I pray for authenticity and
realism as I present, courage so that all of us would find our place in
the kingdom, bravery to take the Gospel to the hard places in this
world, perfect love to cast out all fear, cynicism to be replaced by the
holy, and eyes to see what God is hiding in plain sight.
During the message this morning the speaker read Matt. 5:22, the very
text I'll be speaking on this Friday at ETS. I mean, seriously. What
dear people are in my life.
Finally, running has become epically transformative in my life. It
affects practically everything I think about, including breathing. Yes,
breathing, as in inhaling and exhaling. You see, long races (like half
marathons) leave you with plenty of time to think about things you
normally don't care about. Remember: you have to fill about 3 hours with
thoughts about something. So yesterday I decided to take a break
from the mundane thoughts of a runner -- you know, "I love running;
running is so great" or "Man, how long is this street?" -- and focus on
my breathing, which is a subject most humans never think about. But
realize: shallow breathing is every runner's nightmare, and so deep
breathing is all-important. I observed that, while I was running, my
breathing pattern changed. I started off with a 2-2 pattern (breathe in
while stepping left-right, breathe out while stepping left-right), to a
4-4 pattern (breathe in, step left-right-left-right, breathe out, step
left-right-left-right). In other words, even without trying, my inhales
and exhales became coordinated, which helped me to breath with more
efficiency. And, because I'm lazy, I'm always looking for ways to be
more efficient. The idea is to get as much air in and out as you can, as
easily as possible. Now naturally, my mind yesterday wasn't completely
devoted to the art and science of pneumatology. Other thoughts crept in
to break up the monotony: "Seriously, why does anybody run?" and
"Still 6 miles?" But soon I returned to "Breath in, breathe out."
I even began to spiritualize about the experience. (I detest people who
have to spiritualize everything in their lives, but since I'm a
hypocrite, I do it anyway.) "God," I told myself, "is teaching me to
take one step at a time in life -- daily, simply, quietly, rhythmically.
It's just like breathing. It's just a simple kind of unconscious
communion with the Lord, as natural as drawing a breath." Hmm. I'm
beginning to wonder if the sport of running is a spiritual issue as much
as Bible reading is.
Honestly Dave, I think you might be going overboard.
to cook supper!
yesterday was certainly an interesting day. As for today, I'm feeling
great. No aches and pains whatsoever. First of all, this ain't unusual
for me. Somehow I always feel better the day after an event. I chock it
up to training I suppose. I could use a full body massage, however, and a
pedicure. Remind me to get those this week in Wake Forest if you
will. Yesterday I was reminded why I run.
Praise. Running reminds me how shockingly gracious God is, and how free
we are to love Him back with all our mind, soul, strength, and bodies.
Yes, with our body, that physical thing wrapped around me that tells me
I'm 64 when I'm really only 35. It's His, all His, but it matters what
we do with it.
Appreciation. For the men and women and boys and girls I see out on the
course every time I lace up. Who would have known how great the running
community has turned out? I've met some really amazing people from all
over the nation and even the world at racing events. Now if only fewer
of them over 60 would run, I might have a shot at a medal.
Fitness. Live long enough and it becomes clear that health is a pure
gift of the Lord. One of the best parts of being human is taking care of
the "tent" He's given us. No, we don't live and breathe for
health. We live for the love of Jesus and for the love of our families
and for the love of a lost world. Honestly, that's why taking care of
our bodies matters.
Challenge. Every day, every week, every month there are new goals to
accomplish. What a chance to really test our limits. I deeply believe that God
wants this for us, that He delights in seeing us challenge ourselves
with bigger and greater goals. So few of us live up to our God-given
potential. What a loss. What a tragedy. We can never get those years
Happiness. Running is like a drug. I am a happier person because of
activity. It helps me cope with all the "stuff" in my life. Thank you,
what to do today? After church I'll do more exam grading and then prep
for this week's classes. I'm also be putting the final touches on my Power
Point presentation for the ETS meeting at Southwestern Seminary this Friday.
You can check out the parallel sessions
here. If I counted correctly, there are 55 presenters this year. While in Dallas, mom and dad and I will be taking in
Vocal Majority performance. Here's a preview of Sunday's concert. Live
choral music don't get no better than this, yall.
words can describe today's race. It was a nail-biter for sure. When I
woke up this morning I felt good. I knew I had strong legs and a heart
of determination. I'm not very fast, but my will is unwavering. I know
this picture of my finish medal is cheesy, but I can't help but be a
little emotional as I post it because I ran this race in memory of
Becky, and finishing today's event meant the world to me.
But it was a close call.
When I arrived in Martinsville yesterday I immediately noticed that the
downtown area had been built on a wide conical mountain overlooking the
river below. Which meant: more hills. Not again! As I've
mentioned before, the was my fourth half, and my PR going into today's
race was 2:48. But I earned that time in Raleigh on a relatively flat
course. As soon as I got to Martinsville I knew I was in for the mother
long races. The temperature was 50
degrees at gun time. The course followed Church Street onto Main Street
and then it descended to the river below. There it picked up a former
railroad bed that had been turned into a running/biking path. Here the
course was fairly even as it followed the contours of the river. 10
miles into the race the final ascent began -- 3 miles of continuous
uphill slogging. Many of the runners began walking at this point in the
course, and I began praying that I would be able to finish the race
before they closed the course after the 3-hour time limit. I hung on for
dear life. Earlier, about 6 miles into the race, I was suddenly hit with
an excruciating pain in the bone below my right knee (the tibia, I think
it's called). I prayed for the pain to go away but it persisted. I
couldn't concentrate and could barely run. I've never had to DNF in any
of my previous races, but I began to think, "This is it, Dave, unless
the Lord intervenes." I felt miserable as I took step after step to see
if I could loosen whatever it was that was hampering my running. Sure
enough, about 25 minutes later, my leg was as a good as new -- after a
very nerve-wracking experience! This puppy was do-able after all!
There's not much more to report. The ol' legs somehow carried me to the
finish line, where everyone was met by a screaming crowd of
well-wishers. I'm humbled to report that not only did I finish under the
3-hour time limit, but I also PRed! I drove home, took a 30-minute hot
shower, then weighed myself. I had lost 6 pounds! I
have to say a HUGE shout out and thank you to everyone who wrote me this
morning with their pre-race well-wishes. It meant the world to me. Thank
you! I can honestly say I've never come as close to quitting a race as I
came today. But thanks to the Lord, I never fell apart, and after I
tweaked a few things I felt strong enough to finish the race despite the
inordinate amount of energy I had to expend on negotiating that final
hill. This race will definitely go down as one of the most memorable
I've ever done. We had the very best weather, thank the Lord, and the
event was organized to perfection. Many of my fellow racers joined me
today in honoring a loved one on the Inspiration Wall. What an honor!
there you go. You're probably asleep by now and I don't blame you, but I
write these posts mostly so that I, myself, can reflect back later on
the incredible experiences God so graciously brings into my life. (I
deserve none of them.) Lord willing, my next 5K is a week from today in
Dallas, then I have a 10K scheduled for April 8 in Cary. The big
question I'm facing is whether or not I should do another half before
marathon day in May. If so, I'm praying about entering the Petersburg
Half Marathon, where you actually run on a Civil War battlefield during
a live show battle!
Well, friends, I hope you have the happiest of weekends and lots of
smiles. Here in Dave's-World, it was a great day!
I just went online and saw that my official time today was 2:43:44,
which took 5 minutes off my previous PR. Woohoo!
P.P.S. A couple more pix:
to the races again. I see that a
documentary about the Boston Marathon is in the offing. It will
premier in Boston next month. I've already watched HBO's Marathon:
The Patriots Day Bombing and Wahlberg's Patriots Day, both of
which are outstanding. Life is much like running. Both take dedication
and endurance. Boston, of course, is everybody's marathon. The movie
should be great.
Tomorrow's half marathon has been on my calendar for a while now. My
coach (= me) wants me to get at least one super-long run in before my
marathon on May 7. I see that last year's Martinsville half had about
100 runners participate, which is pretty small but I'm sure will only
add to the "home town" flavor of the race. I'm about 90 percent ready. I
just need to be sure to take all my gear with me. I love spring racing
weather. Will I laugh or cry if and when I cross the finish line? I'll
probably be too tired to do either. The half is one of the hardest
distances to run. You have to go hard but in control. I'm definitely
going to go out conservatively and forget about an aggressive time goal.
I'm always afraid to push myself too hard for fear of injury. At the
same time, there's a 3-hour time limit to the course. I try to keep in
mind that a full marathon is NOT equal to two halves. Just because
someone can complete a half doesn't mean they are ready to run a full.
Oh well. God knows what I'm doing even if I don't.
It's gonna be so much fun!
morning! People who turn 65 this year include John Goodman, Vladimir
Putin, John Kasich, Rex Tillerson, Bob Costas, Roseanne Barr, David
Petraeus, Dan Aykroyd, Liam Neeson, and ...
my 64 (soon to be 65) years, I've found life to be an exciting journey
of faith. In the coming days I'd like to share my unusual journey with
you, my cyber friends. My growing up days in Hawaii are almost a blur
today. The beach was my favorite playground. I lived an amazingly full
life in those years, leading Bible studies and painting seascapes and
playing my trumpet in a local band (soul music + Tijuana Brass). The
decisive moment in my youth was not my conversion at the age of 8 but
the day in 1967 when I fell in love with Jesus and the Bible. The fall
of 1971 saw me taking off in a 747 to attend Biola College in Southern
California -- a place I would live for the next 27 years. It was a
strange providence. Not only did I get my start in teaching at Biola, I
met the love of my life in the cafeteria line. Nothing, of course,
interrupted my passion for the Scriptures. In 1976 I was asked to teach
Greek at Biola. Stunned, I accepted. Sometime in the summer of 1980
Becky and I moved to Basel. It was a tremendous blessing. I "felt" I
should get my doctorate under Bo Reicke, and today, 33 years after my
graduation, I'm still thrilled by the memory of those happy days along
the Rhine. It didn't take me long to realize that God was calling me
into a ministry of textbook writing. In those days, no one wrote like
they spoke. How dull books were! That's why I resolved not to write in a
boring manner if I could at all avoid it. I've never regretted that
decision. One day it occurred to me that nobody had written a book
integrating New Testament Greek with the art and science of linguistics.
I asked myself if I should write that book. I couldn't think of a reason
not to. Later, I was asked to write a beginning textbook in Greek for a
denominational publisher. It had an immediate and far-reaching
circulation, and today it's available in Spanish and Mandarin. Though
it's gone through several revisions, it's never been put out to pasture,
though I am rather keen to see it replaced by the younger brood of New
Testament scholars. Meanwhile, I found myself becoming interested in
"ministry and mission," and felt it was time to write on those topics.
That's been a fascinating experience for me. I continued to be
interested in the so-called "marks" of a New Testament church, and came
to insist in my teaching that there is no distinction between clergy and
laity except in their spheres of ministry. Other books of my mine that
I'm especially proud of are It's All Greek to Me and The Jesus
Paradigm. From time to time, I've tried to provide something for
Christian nurture by writing essays for my website.
Perhaps my fondest memories as a teacher come from the trips I've been
blessed to make internationally to teach or evangelize or come alongside
the persecuted church. I would love to see more scholar-teachers of New
Testament do the same thing. Today, I'm watching the world go by at a
whiz. We're living in a fascinating time. I'm still struggling with how
to understand the times more effectively. As a teacher, I've seen many
changes for the better in our classrooms. I like the way students are
being encouraged to do a lot on their own rather than sitting still all
day. I love the emphasis of my faculty colleagues on not only teaching
evangelism but exercising ownership. This does not go unnoticed by our
students. There's also the question of church leadership, and it brings
me no end of joy to see my students affirming a "fellowship of
leadership" model. The apostles Paul and Peter consistently worked with
a small leadership team, and no one was allowed to have top billing
other than the church's Senior Pastor.
been said that the true test of a leader is the legacy he or she leaves
behind. I bow in gratitude today for Christ's willingness to take the
bitter cup the Father gave Him, a cup immensely more bitter than the cup
He could ever give us. If mine is a legacy that counts, it will only be
because it has been sweetened, as Rutherford put it, "at the lip of
sweet Jesus." As Paul wrote, "The only thing I really care about is to
come to know Christ in a personal way and to experience the power of His
standing-up-again through the sharing of His sufferings, in growing
conformity with His death" (Phil. 3:10). Jesus, for the joy set before
Him, embraced the cross-life, and for all who follow hard after Him,
that same joy is available in bucketsful.
there's so much inspiration in this video clip from the famous "Duel in
the Sun" between Alberto Salazar and Dick Beardslee at the 1982 Boston
men broke the American record and the course record. Alberto's time? 2
hours, 8 minutes, and 51 seconds. Dick's time? 2 hours, 8 minutes, and
53 seconds. Can you say, "One one-thousand, two one-thousand"? For the
first time, the 2 hour and 9 minute barrier had been broken.
Neither man ran that well again. But both remain upbeat about the race.
"I have no regrets at
all," wrote Beardslee years later. "There was no loser on that day. It
doesn't matter that I finished second. To have run so well against
somebody I respected so much was enough. I'll not forget that day -- it
left such a positive mark on my life. I have absolutely no regrets. If I
had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing."
A fitting conclusion indeed.
Crossing a finish line is one of the
most incredible feelings you will ever have. The sense of accomplishment
simply can't be beat. You trained. You prepared. You gave it your best.
You finished. As Dick Beardslee puts in the video: "If you know at the
end of the day you gave it 100 percent, you can't do any better than
Dear friend, life is an amazing
adventure. Watch this video with your family. It is truly inspirational.
Health and blessing on all of you,
this report? A recent
labor dispute in Maine illustrates the importance of a comma.
Reminds me of when I worked on the ISV New Testament. The passage in
question was 1 Thess. 2:14-16. Here's a peek from my Greek New
question was: Does a comma belong
between verse 14 and verse 15? The NASB reads:
"... for you
also endured suffering at the hands of your own countrymen, even as
they from the Jews, who both killed the Lord Jesus and the prophets
the comma between "Jews" and "who" -- a construction implying that
all the Jews were responsible for the death of Christ. Here's how we
did it in the ISV:
suffered the same persecutions from the people of your own country
as they did from those Jews who killed the Lord Jesus and the
Weima notes that "Jews" here could also be rendered "Judeans."
the apostle is not even referring to all Judeans but only a portion
of this group: those who participated in some way in one of the
specific activities mentioned in the following verses (2:15-16)" (1-2
Thessalonians, p. 168).
Weima goes on to argue that the comma after "Jews" in most translations
"must be removed."
anger is directed not against the Jewish people in toto but against
the Judean persecutors in particular.
a comma makes a world of difference. It's just a simple extralinguistic
device, but it matters. God is teaching me to watch out for the "little
things" in the text. (Gotta be honest, I've been trying to do this for
years but I still feel like a child wading on the shore of a limitless
ocean). Straight up: We never outgrow our need to study the text
carefully. May we never take the Scriptures for granted.
workout at the Y this morning was awesome. That was followed by a 4-mile
run. Tomorrow's my day off before Saturday's half marathon. My calves
and thighs feel good. My left hamstring is a little tight. My weight is
down (yay!). The weather promises to be dry (looks like the rain has
been postponed until Sunday). It will be 52 degrees at race time. Pace:
I have no idea. Maybe a 13-minute mile. Maybe a 14. Hydration: Every
water stop. Race day clothes: Depends on the weather. I'd love to wear
shorts but it might be too cool. iPhone: Yep.
no secret that I'm a little nervous about this distance. So here's my
plan. Have fun. Listen to my body. Come in under 3 hours if possible.
another random Thursday so today is as good as any to share with you a
few disconnected thoughts running through my mind. Only one month and
two weeks to my marathon. This running thing is so crazy. If you told me
two years ago that in 2016 I would run, walk, or bike a total of 1,557.3
miles, I would have flipped out. That's the distance from Raleigh, NC,
to Albuquerque, NM. My Map My Run app for last year shows a total
of 375 workouts that consumed 297 hours of my precious "free" time. And
that doesn't include the time I spent climbing the Alps or surfing in
Hawaii. I'm trying to remember why I got on the running bandwagon in the
first place. O yeah, I wanted to have a fun goal that would keep me
motivated. Running is mostly mental. It's hard to get started, but once
you cross the finish line of your first 5K, you're hooked. It's amazing
what your body can do if you train, prepare, and push yourself. All it
takes is diligence, dedication, and a whole lot of crazy. By the way,
you'll have to cut back on lots of things like junk food, sodas, and
late nights out. Expect some aches and pains when you start exercising.
And your body will tell you you're nuts. You'll begin to ask yourself,
"Am I really up to this?" Here's what I've
discovered. When I began to walk (and eventually run), I realized that I
actually enjoyed exercising. I was being active not because activity
would help me lose weight but because I actually liked being active.
Moving my body makes me feel good. Today I would no sooner skip a
workout than not brush my teeth. Best of all, I'm more at peace with my
aging body than I've been in a very long time. If I can do it, then you
can too. Just keep it slow and steady. Don't add miles too fast. And
ENJOY the ride.
night I enjoyed reading this article on "asides" in John's Gospel.
it was night" (John 13:30) is perhaps the most famous (and eerie)
example. There are no asides in John 15-17, which are entirely the words
of Jesus. Based on numbers alone, chapter 21 stands out from the rest of
the Gospel. "This is another argument," writes the author of this essay,
"to be added to those for holding that the last chapter was not written
by the one who gave most of the form to the preceding chapters" (pp.
218-219). Then he wisely adds, "However, the criterion of asides per
verse has to be used cautiously, since the asides differ from one
another at times considerably by their length" (p. 219). As is so often
the case in exegesis, I think it's possible to bend the evidence too
sharply toward our preconceived conclusions. You know what Greek is good
for? Learning. Telling you what's possible. You know what else? Seeing
the beauty of the text. The meal is so delicious you will cry tears. (I
love Greek, but if you feel overwhelmed by languages, just skip it. But
honestly? Greek deserves more love than it gets. And yes, this is an
Today I'm grading this stack of exams.
Suffice it to say that essay exams take a lot more work -- for both
student and teacher -- than objective exams. That's why I like them so
much. If I seem to dwell at length on this it's not because I consider
myself an expert in pedagogy. Hardly. There are few teachers who do not
struggle with their methodology. Most of what our students learn in
class today will be forgotten in a few years. To analyze the goal of
education is another matter, however. I suppose the first requirement in
any leader is total loyalty to Jesus and His word. Undershepherding
requires personal surrender to the one Peter calls the "Senior Pastor"
(Chief Shepherd) in 1 Pet. 5:4. Any Christian ministry that fails to
reflect loyalty to biblical truth is not modeled on the leadership of
Jesus. Content is vitally important in any class, and I have certainly
found this to be true. Students still have to make the final decisions,
however, about what they will or will not believe. Is the classroom
essential for this to occur? Maybe. But the body of Christ got along
wonderfully without theological colleges or seminaries for about 1,900
years of its history. Pastoral work was learned primarily when you were
apprenticed to an experienced co-laborer. The older I get, the more
convinced I am of the rightness of student involvement in the learning
process. So we'll see how it goes. But I know for sure that you don't
have to have a course from me in New Testament to understand your New
Listen, I need to get off the computer. The day is simply far too
gorgeous for me to wile away the time by working all day. Getting
outdoors is a home run, dear ones. Go out and have a little walk with
Jesus. You will feel incredibly loved and cared for.
Highlights from my week so far:
This book awaited me when I got to my office yesterday. I want to thank
Zondervan and the author for this extremely kind gift.
never knew questions could be so, well, complicated. Doug Estes talks
about polar questions, variable questions, alternative questions, set
questions, composite questions, open questions, speculative questions,
lyric questions, deliberative questions, aporetic questions, sequence
questions, proof questions, means questions, indexical questions,
endoxical questions, phatic questions, test questions, inapposite
questions, riddle questions, dilemma questions, counterfactual
questions, decision questions, conformation questions, request
questions, negative polar questions, biased questions, loaded questions,
leading questions, first-turn questions, second-turn questions,
middle-position questions, and question strings. I kid you not. So if
you have any questions about questions, the answers to your questions,
without question, are in this book about questions. As the author
writes, "[Questions] are included in the NT for a reason -- and now,
thanks to modern linguistics and related disciplines, we have an
opportunity to interpret them with greater skill and acuity than ever
before" (p. 18). Now, if you're questioning who the writer is, he's the
author of The Questions of Jesus in John (Brill, 2013). I can't
think of a New Testament scholar who loves questions more than he does.
My dream is to be able to find time to sit down with this book and
digest it. It is clear that questions influence how we read our Greek
New Testaments. So thank you, Doug, for just complicating my life a
thousand-fold. And yes, I will get around to reading your tome. I really
do appreciate your keen powers of observation but, honestly, I'm just a
bit overwhelmed right now.
2) Thank you, David Lanier, for a very
stimulating retirement lecture today in Appleby Chapel, which was packed
to the gills. You keep me humble. I also appreciate all your jokes. Well
3) Finally, meet Slava from Odessa,
Ukraine, where I've had the honor of teaching 3 times. Slava is spending
a couple of months doing research in our library. One guess where I took
him for lunch yesterday. I don't really "do" Mexican. I is
Tomorrow it's back to the Y and then
I'll do a run. The running community is awesome, folks. If you don't
believe me, just check out this
super-inspiring testimony of a woman who began running at 349
pounds. Friend, get out there and exercise, even if it's only a half
mile. Just do it!!!
Enjoy your journey wherever it takes
from Barth on Eph. 5:16 ("the days are evil"):
eschatology preached in this epistle includes a realistic appraisal
of the "evil" time of temptation and persecution, but the same
eschatology does not permit any judgments or lamentations of a
dualistic or fatalistic world view" (p. 579).
is so right. I'm loving Barth's discussion of the last days. It's
in the interest of all kingdom people to point out the sharp contract
between "this age" and the "age to come." The bottom line for me (and
maybe for Paul) is that we passionately reject the pessimism of the
secular, humanistic worldview. Not only this, but I agree with Barth
that Christians need to keep religion out of politics, because, as
history shows, the mixing of Christianity with politics has always been
disastrous for the church. Paul begins this chapter with the reminder
that as Christians we are called to do one thing: mimic Jesus' loving
service to all people, including our enemies (Eph. 5:1-2). Let's let our
refusal to engage in partisan politics be proof to the world that we
belong to a different kingdom, a kingdom that is not of this world. Or,
as Barth puts it, "[The saints] are neither a lost or a doomed
generation, but shall 'stand' as witnesses to the victory of God's light
over darkness" (p. 579).
Today it's back to school. Really looking forward to hearing today's
chapel speaker. On his blog in January he wrote the following powerful
Eight years ago
neither my party nor my candidate was victorious in the presidential
election of The United States of America. I remember a sense of
heartbreak and, to be honest, an initial sense of hopelessness. As I
spent time in the Word of God and praying, and thinking; I concluded
that The Lord is and always has been on His throne and that He
really is in charge of all things. As my spirit was lifted my flesh
still groaned. I joined the masses who felt like I did and
consistently ridiculed our president as often as he provided
ammunition. I had, of course, found righteous loopholes to justify
my public condemnation. This was purely my flesh. There is a time
for sin to be called sin and for the righteous to defend what is of
God. These moments are led by The Holy Spirit of God and must be
obeyed. This was not that. This was my flesh. This was my flesh not
having caught up with what God had taught me about His lordship over
all things, even the presidency. My rebuke came from The Word of God
and His still, small, and powerful voice. It did not come from the
celebratory Democrats and Liberals that condescendingly posted the
same scripture that God used on my heart.
These are wise words indeed. If you're
interested, you can read his entire essay. It's called
What I Learned from President Obama. Tomorrow my colleague in New
Testament David Lanier is giving his retirement speech. My thanks to
David for his friendship and kindness to me during the past 20 years.
Today in Greek 2 I'm teaching the Greek participle (in one chapter, no
less), and tomorrow I'm giving an essay exam in NT 2. My appointment
calendar is chock full. I love my work. Like, love it. For all of my
adult life I've been a teacher. But knowledge is a tricky thing.
Doctrine is easier than incarnation. I suppose the highest level of
theology actually involves love over knowledge. Of course, to "know"
that, you have to read God's word. The truth is, God delights in
rescuing people out of their traditions, from our blind spots. Later
this month in Fort Worth I'm speaking on the text of Matt. 5:22, where
(according to my reading of the textual evidence) Jesus forbids
"causeless" anger. I'll admit that this is a minority opinion. Most of
your Bibles say that Jesus forbids all anger, that His statement
is black and white, and to be honest, I wish that's what the text said,
because it's a lot easier to live in the black-and-white than in the
gray, to have a "rule" that clears everything up, to have clear
boundaries that make us feel safe. Then we can be sure of standing
before God and having "gotten it right." Unfortunately, if my reading of
the text is correct, life isn't quite that simple. I hope the world sees
in us evangelicals a community that is willing to ask the hard questions
and is determined to live out the hard sayings of Jesus by showing love
in big and small ways. At times that will mean embracing righteous
anger, and at other times that will mean eschewing anger. It's like our
chapel speaker said above: there's a time for sin to be called sin and
for the righteous to defend what is of God. May the world see in the
church a thankful, discerning family that is grateful and kind even when
calling a spade a spade.
Saturday, of course, is my half. I am a
schizophrenic runner. I'm eager to race but I'm also dreading going that
distance. Anyhow, I've got to get two more short runs in this week
before the Big Day. Let's face it: Racing bites. I'm really gonna have
to be motivated to get 'er done.
what do you do on a perfectly gorgeous day when the sun is shining and
the birds are chirping? Do a 4-mile run, of course. Prior to that I
worked out at the Y again with a couple of buddies, knowing that
resistance training is the single most effective way to lose body fat
and achieve a high level of strength, muscle mass, and fitness. I can
honestly say that without weight lifting I would never have been able to
climb last summer, either in the Alps or the Rockies. Nothing in the
whole wide world of exercise can begin to compare to resistance training
when it comes to creating a fitter you. Today I worked exclusively on my
upper body. A normal routine includes dumbbell flies, dumbbell bench
press, bench press (I'm up to 150 pounds), one-arm dumbbell row, and
incline dumbbell press. Afterwards it was time to head to Toreros in
Roxboro to celebrate my grandson Gabriel's first birthday. It's
unbelievable that he already has 8 teeth and counting. Finally, today
I've been reading Ephesians 5 and, as always, am blown away by Markus
Barth's commentary. When Paul writes, "Redeeming the time, because the
days are evil," he doesn't clearly state what he means. "Not even the
means to be employed or the price to be paid for the redemption of time
is mentioned," writes Barth. "Only one thing is clear: the
transitoriness, deceptiveness, and adversity of the time in which the
saints live does not excuse the people of God from using every
opportunity and tackling each task they are given" (pp. 578-579). I keep
thinking about the bodies God has given us. We take care of them --
hopefully, good care of them. And why? Because gave us these bodies, and
we value them. But as certainly as He created us in His image, He also
created the earth. So why do we fear "creation care"? And what about our
work? Clearly, labor is important to God. And did I mention rest? Not
only do I not take rest all that seriously, I act like it's not even in
the Bible. No, I'm not a sabbatarian, but sheesh -- I need to learn how
to stop filling my calendar with so many activities that I feel
exhausted. Honestly, I need to get a lot better about redeeming the
time. I think the solution is just simple moment-by-moment communion
with God -- a natural kind of relationship between two people who spend
a lot of time together. I serve a Savior who finds a way to remind me
that my decisions about "time" matter to Him. This is why walking in the
Spirit is so crucial. So right now I'm going to sit on the front porch
and just chillax with my dog and a cup of hot tea. Goodbye little screen
world, at least for an hour!
somewhere that the latest issue of Novum Testamentum features an
essay on hyperbaton in Hebrews. I'm eager to get my hands on it
tomorrow. We all have so much to learn from each other in the New
Testament guild. In my essay
Literary Artistry in the Epistle to the Hebrews I noted several
examples of hyperbaton, including:
1:4 -- "a superior (than theirs he has inherited) name"
4:8 -- "not about another (he would speak about later) day"
10:11 -- "the same (he would repeatedly offer) sacrifices"
10:12 -- "one (for sins he offered) sacrifice"
12:3 -- "such (he endured from sinners against himself) opposition"
author's phrase-building technique is out of this world. The simple fact
is that there are probably many such overlooked nuggets in the New
Testament. Imagine! God using figures of speech to communicate divine
truth. I think I've must have read Hebrews 40 times and yet I still see
something new time every time I encounter it. God bless New Testament
scholars. What often begins as an innocuous glance at a text turns into
a full-blown journal article.
to the Y. Someone has been brainwashed into thinking that
exercise is good for the mind and body.
believe this is already the third month of 2017. I worked on my taxes
today and graded a Ph.D. entrance exam, but otherwise I just loafed this
afternoon since this is, after all, my day off from training. I came to
realize, early on this year, that this would be a challenging year for
me running-wise. I'm going to have to train hard if I want to reap the
rewards for my effort. Doing my 2016 taxes today caused me to look back
at the year past and to reflect on the goodness of the Lord. The third
anniversary of Becky's passing to glory came and went and somehow I
survived. I've learned that I'm a pretty fierce fighter and I don't give
up very easily. Like many of you, I've been through some pretty dark
tunnels in my life, but there is a limit to what God allows to come into
our lives. Let's not forget that. No, my questions were not answered,
but He held me. Hope, I've learned, has teeth. It sees the Father's care
in even the darkest hour. The third stanza of "O, Worship the King"
delights me whenever I sing it: "Thy bountiful care, what tongue can
recite?/ It breathes in the air, it shines in the light:/ It streams
from the hills, it ascends to the plain,/ And sweetly distills in the
dew and the rain." When we look back over our lives, we become
nostalgic. We realize that even the lowest we've been could have been a
lot lower. Where would I be today without Jesus? I'm not the least bit
bashful about saying that. Every year I age I'm a year nearer to
absolute bliss. I think about all the incredible adventures I had in
Switzerland last summer and how many times when I reached the summit of
a mountain I would shout, "By God's grace I did it!" I truly couldn't
have been more grateful. Now I'm sitting here at my desk contemplating
doing an actual marathon, where, again, I'll need to push myself right
out of my comfort zone, big-time, all the while telling myself,
"Remember, Dave, you like to do hard things." You probably do
too. Let's just be sure that God's in it. Our only safety is the will of
So it's on to the future,
on to more races and new challenges. Let's see what this dude's got
Thoughts on running a half marathon:
The biggest challenge of running for me is the mental part. On the other
hand, I'm stubborn and never give up. I know it will take lots of grit
to finish the race but I'll give it my best shot.
really don't want to run in the rain (again) but I can't control the
During a long run (like yesterday's) I always try to buddy up with
someone on the course if only for the sense of camaraderie it gives you.
Yesterday I ran alongside a guy in (I'd say) his 40s who was going about
my pace. I had no idea who he was but I was thankful for his company.
13.2 miles is a long ways to go but I'm hoping I can buddy up along the
I'm really looking forward to getting to know a new group of runners.
This will be my first race in Martinsville, VA, and the sponsor is the
local Y. The night before the race the Y is hosting a spaghetti dinner
for runners and their families and I know that will be fun.
I've booked a room for Friday night at the local Comfort Inn so that I
don't have to get up unreasonably early on Saturday morning. Thankfully
the race organizers decided on a sensible starting time of 8:00.
have no other plans than to run easy enjoy and myself. If I have to walk
later on in the race I'm perfectly fine with that. I also plan on taking
a few breaks during the first 6 miles. My goal is to finish with a smile
on my face.
know this race will be a terrific benchmark for my upcoming marathon. If
I can go to Cincy with a positive half in my memory, I'll be ahead of
the game I figure!
sitting here getting caught up on all the goodies that were in
yesterday's race bag and I came across a flyer for a race called "Starry
Night Triangle 5K." It's already on my calendar for Saturday, September
30, at 6:00 pm. The race is sponsored by the Pediatric Brain Tumor
Foundation, which also hosted yesterday's race in Raleigh. The goal is
to fund cutting-edge medical research and to provide support services to
families during their cancer journey. At the end of the race everyone
lights a lantern to fill the nighttime sky with hundreds of lights as a
symbol for the 28,000 children in the U.S. who live with a brain tumor.
The event also includes a 50-yard dash for kids and live entertainment.
I read a story recently, written by a serious runner, in which he
admitted he wouldn't run a race if it didn't support a good cause. I'm
with you, bro! The people you meet at an event are people you may never
see again in your lifetime. But for this one time -- for these few
minutes -- we can scream our hearts out for each other and help those
who are facing cancer go further. We aren't only cheering them in their
race of life but squeezing our encouragement into them for whatever they
might be facing next. After all, we are all running our own races in
life and need all the encouragement we can get. Yesterday another runner
passed me toward the end of the race and both of us attempted to smile
at each other but physically we couldn't. The best we could manage was a
head nod in acknowledgement of the other's existence. Life is like that
at times. All you can manage is an audible grunting noise! But you keep
on going. You have to. I've heard runners say, "Fake it till you make
it," meaning if you act like a runner long enough you might just
eventually become one. And the best part of the sport is that we can be
there for each other.
Month to date: 59.5 miles.
Year to date: 232.3 miles.
Last 30 days: 114 miles.
Here's the story of a
65-year old who trains 35-40 miles weekly. Her weekly long run is 12
miles. She's been named USATF cross-country athlete of the year 11 times
since 2000. Feel free to re-read that story whenever you feel like you
can't accomplish one of your goals. If I'm slow and can finish an
endurance challenge, you must now believe that you can, too. Push your
doubts aside. Don't be someone who only thinks about exercising. It's
when you actually do it that you can look yourself in the eye with
respect. Running will always be a struggle for me. I'm too slow, too
tall, too heavy, too old, too klutzy to be a "real runner." I have days
when my legs feel like 500 pounds apiece. But I also have days when I do
race and encounter head nods and waves along the way. Yesterday's 10K
reminded me that running offers rewards beyond your expectations. So
don't let the fear of running a 5K keep you from doing it. You may just
be the inspiration someone else needs. Simply Google "Races within 25
miles of _____ [your city]" and sign up now.
the course for my half a week from today.
And here's the elevation
I'm constantly eyeballing weather
reports for Martinsville. The latest are calling for rain and temps in
the 50s-60s. The course itself seems kind of hilly. My training program
is calling for me to run-walk this event. Since it's an unfamiliar
course I really have no idea what my average pace will be. My PR thus
far in the half marathon is 2:48. Guess it will be what it will be. It
will be good to get another long run in, though. I may even reward
myself with a Pepsi afterwards.
Marathon thoughts ...
Get to the starting line healthy.
Even if you train, you'll never feel ready.
Have a strategy for race day. Even a bad strategy is better than no
strategy at all.
Be well-rested before the race.
My greatest danger is not the distance. It's my unwillingness to accept
Take water at every fluid station.
Run one mile at a time.
Beware of overhydrating.
Give injuries time to heal.
Think "mind over miles."
Running is a journey, not a goal.
cell just passed through the area. Sounded like a freight train. Double
rainbow ensued. Love the rain.
was my big 10K race!!! I woke up around 5:30 am, snacked on a power bar,
then drove down to Raleigh through the rain. Had to park quite a ways
from the start but this allowed for a nice pre-race warm-up. The race
began at 8:00 sharp, with the 10K runners starting out, followed 10
minutes later by the 5K racers. There was a nice drizzle falling but
nobody seemed to notice. We were flying! The first 3 miles were almost
all downhill, which meant that the last 3 miles were all uphill since
this was an out-and-back course. I felt strong today and maintained a
solid 11-minute mile pace, finishing with a time of 1:08 according to my
Map My Run app (the official times haven't been posted online yet). The
course whizzed by, and I made a point of thanking the volunteers who
were passing out water and doing traffic control. Love these folk! I
managed a third place finish in my age group -- as well as a new PR!
Some days you have it, and some days you don't, I reckon. It was a tough
race but I'm feeling good, ready even for my half marathon next weekend.
Today for the first time I met a SEBTS student at an event. She had
taken me for Greek last year. I applauded heartily as she won first
place in her age group in the 5K race.
needed this race. It was a huge confidence-booster. It also reminded me
that running is fun. And if you're not having fun, why do it? The best
part, of course, was seeing Mark and Renae Newmiller again. The last
thing any of us wanted was "Ella's Race," but you do what you have to do
to cope with your loss. I'm so proud of them.
Well, another week of training down. Only 42 days until my marathon!!
Why we got wet to the bone today.
2) Mark and Renae and their newly
adopted kids from Haiti.
3) Meet Samantha, a brain tumor
survivor. She's been cancer free for 5 years!
4) At the start of the 10K.
5) No medal today, but I did get a nice
run 6.2 miles. I'm dedicating each mile of the race to someone I love.
Hopefully the thought of each one will get me through the race!
charity races. I feel honored and blessed to be able to support them.
There is so much we take for granted in our lives. It's not unusual to
see so many survivors, friends, family, and supporters at a charity
event. The race itself is fun. But it's always good to keep in mind the
bigger picture. No, running a race will not heal Becky. But it will heal
me a little bit. It gives me strength to go forward, strength to be what
I need to be for my kids and grandkids. What a blessing it would be to
see my grandchildren grow up loving running for causes as much as I do.
Race kicks off at 8:00 in the morning in Raleigh. I've never been more
eager to run a 10K than I am today. There's a 50 percent chance of rain
at gun time so I'll leave my final decision until early tomorrow morning. Running
in the rain is never enjoyable, and you end up a bit slushy and with
rain-soaked shoes -- as if the race isn't challenging enough. I suppose
true "runners" will race no matter what the weather conditions are. My
main concerns are blisters and chafing. Not to mention trying to stay
warm. I know that once the race starts I'll be okay. I'll get into my
groove and get 'er done. I'll throw all my race goals out the window and
just try and stay positive.
the Blacks came by for lunch today. They were in the area placing some
new headstones in their church cemetery. I served spaghetti. I think
they enjoyed it.
hard to believe that Becky's 64th birthday would have been in only 7
weeks, or that the 4th anniversary of her death will be in only 8
months. Walter Brueggemann once said, "Churches should be the most
honest place in town, not the happiest place in town." Okay. Let me
start. "My name is David, and I miss my wife terribly." Ultimately, all
of us suffer. And all of us can be healed. Let's not forget the gravity
of that. All of life, every breath and every second, is grace. When I
got married, I expected God to operate my way. But He knew what I really
needed was sanctification, to be put through the fire, so that I could
know Him and seek His meaning in every event that touched my life,
including Becky's death and other crises. If we believe in a good and
all-powerful God, our faith is not necessarily derived from the facts
all around us. It is our faith that overcomes the world. There isn't a
man or woman anywhere, I'm convinced, who doesn't long for close human
relationships. But marriage is an illusive thing. If we're not careful,
we soon cling to the gift and not the Giver. As I lay in bed last night,
I knew I'd never come to any final terms with the mystery of Becky's
passing, not in this life anyway. What shall I do? Prayer is a good
place to start. I continue to pray repeatedly, earnestly, that I would
seek the lessons God wants me to learn during this time in my life.
Secondly, I must yield again to His will for my life. God disciplines us
because He has a purpose for us, and nothing can thwart that purpose if
we trust Him. I look in the mirror and see a lonely man, but I'm
reconciled. Whatever years I have left are His years. The same Psalmist
who wrote, "Now that I am old and my hairs are gray, forsake me not, O
God" wrote "Songs of joy shall be on my lips" (Psalm 71). I am more
grateful than ever for the memory of Becky. She loved me well through
thick and thin. She perhaps shaped my faith more than any other
individual. If I've learned anything from her example, it's that God
surprises us by showing up in the most mundane details of life -- a
visit from the grandkids, a PR during a race, a student who finally
masters the subject matter, an awesome rainstorm. There is nothing
magical about any of these things. They are merely carriers of healing
and grace. Mine is a stubborn faith. And so, with God's help, I will
keep on. The powers of hell can never prevail against the soul that
stands on God and His word.
grateful to Nate for coming over today and replacing the broken water
pump on my tractor. While he was here, he also changed the oil. Nathan,
you're my hero. I love you and am proud of you. And to think you'll be
34 this Saturday.
Today I did a high-volume, high intensity workout at the Y with a couple
of friends. It required a lot of resting between sets. Of course, if I
had to chose between volume and intensity, I'd go with intensity every
time. Thankfully, I don't have to chose. Since I hope to climb the Alps
again this summer, building my upper body strength is one of my primary
2) Then I biked 5 miles on crushed
gravel. See what a super-duper photographer I am? I can even take a
picture while biking!
I have my camera with me at all times,
and I'm not afraid to use it either. Sometimes I go overboard (who
moi?), but you never know when you'll end up with something you like.
Sometimes even the most mundane shot can surprise you with its
3) After that? A 5K at the local track.
You can see how crowded the place was.
Actually, I don't mind running alone.
You get to make all the decisions about where, when, how long, how fast
to run, etc. It also gives you the chance to really listen to your body.
Are you breathing too hard? How's your posture? What does the sound of
your feet hitting the ground tell you about your stride? Are you
starting to shuffle? Is your pace increasing? I love the quiet of a solo
5K run. I would, otherwise, miss these beautiful moments of life.
I deserved it, folks.
5) Have you seen "Speak
English, you're in America"? Oh my. I'm so embarrassed. For us all.
Brothers and sisters of all nationalities and ethnicities: this should
not be. Reminds me of the
encounter on a NY subway that has also gone viral. At least in the
latter video someone had the guts to stand up for those on the receiving
end of the vitriol. Today I was talking with my server. She told me that
while she was serving a customer recently, she asked him "What would you
like to drink?" His reply shocked her, as well it should have: "Do you
have a green card?" Ugh. Edmund Burke once said, "Rudeness is the weak
man's imitation of strength." I know this server and her parents. She's
a U.S. citizen. She was born here. She speaks fluent English without an
accent. Her parents are both U.S. citizens. But they are Hispanic.
Folks, our silence only shows our approval. Remember that, when you
watch the videos I linked to above. I hope I would have politely but
firmly spoken up in both situations and not just stood there like a
cowardly turtle afraid to show its face, even if that meant getting
beaten up in the parking lot afterwards. All forms of racism and
prejudice are affronts to the Gospel.
frigid weather is now behind us, at least until the next storm system
comes barreling down from the north. Thankfully, the sun is shining
today even though there isn't much warmth in it. I've got some grading
to do today as well as some writing, then I hope to get outdoors. This
has got to be one of the mildest springs we have ever experienced here
in the Piedmont. I think all 48 of the contiguous states were
substantially milder this year than last. This allowed us to disc, seed,
plant, and fertilize much earlier. Virginia is now the 7th driest state
in the nation, so we never complain when we get precipitation.
Unfortunately, the local vegetation is about two weeks in advance of
normal spring. I see that in Kailua, Oahu today, the sun is shining
brightly and the temp is a perfect 70 degrees. Hope the Obamas are
enjoying it. I saw they ate at Buzz's Steak House the other night, which
is right down the road from the house I grew up in. I could never afford
it when I lived there but I hear the food is fabulous. I'm anxious to
get back home to surf. My "aloha" days this year are August 3-11, and
I'm hoping against hope that the surf at Ala Moana will be big. Long and
short boards work at Kewalo, and the swell can reach 6-10 feet during
the summer. My favorite spot is the Bowl, which can, however, be
super-crowded on a summer day. It breaks a lot like the Banzai Pipeline;
a perfect tube ride is not out of the question. Other than the coral
reef, the only other hazard is the shark you spot from time to time.
Speaking of sports, yesterday CNN posted
this unbelievable story about a 70-year old woman from Missouri who
just ran 7 marathons in 7 days on 7 different continents. She's still
working, but when she retires she says she wants to hike the Appalachian
Trail. I sometimes ask myself, "If I didn't have a mirror, would I be
old?" I'm just a few years this lady's junior, but I want to set big
hairy audacious goals too. I don't really feel like an old man. I feel
like my younger self with something the matter with him. I am aging, but
I can become younger if I work at it -- if I'm determined to do so. Even
in my 60s I'm aware of unused capabilities resident in my body. And in
my mind, too. I need exercise for my mind as well as for my body. And,
as long as I do my best during a race, I share with the runners up front
the same qualitative experience, even if I can't match their speed or
legs are especially challenging. The taller you are, the more weight you
tend to have, the harder you have to work to lift your body, and the
lower your speeds will be. Larger legs = larger loads to carry. Frankly,
physics is against me. I'm too tall and too big-boned to become an elite
runner. "The smaller you are, the better you are at running" is not
false just because it's a truism. Here's what I tell myself to work on:
Stop running like a Neanderthal, Dave. Head up. Chest out. Take the
pressure off your quads and engage your buttocks.
Take shorter strides and rock your arms at the shoulders more rapidly.
Feet follow arm cadence, not vice versa.
Respect the distance and always listen to your body. Training is a
journey, not an end. And improvement comes not only when you're
exercising but when you're resting.
sure what my body feels up to doing today. A walk? A run? A bike ride?
The day's far too beautiful to waste indoors. Any cross-training is
better than no cross-training. Today, millions of Americans are dreaming
about walking or running in a marathon. But they're just dreaming. They
aren't doing it. Long distance runners are fitter, better trained, and
more disciplined than about 99 percent of the population that's ever
lived. I want to belong to that club. And raise big bucks to fight
cancer at the same time!
chores are calling me but before I leave you I was thinking this morning
about the essay exam I'm giving next week in my New Testament class.
There will be 4 topics, and the students will have 3 hours to discuss
them. I like essay exams. I liked them when I was in college and
seminary. It's not that I don't use quizzes in my classes. I do.
Objective tests are well suited for testing a student's broad knowledge
of content. That's where they get the "ABC's" of the subject -- "What is
the Septuagint?", "Define "Pharisee," "What was Herod's capital city in
Galilee?" Essay questions, on the other hand, test higher-level learning
objectives. This semester, our essay exams are designed to test a
student's ability to accurately summarize the content of one of their
lectures or a chapter they were assigned for reading. And, because the
test is preceded by a set of study questions, guessing is eliminated.
The downside is that essay exams take time to write -- and grade. Poorly
prepared students will often try to "pump sunshine," so the teacher has
to read each essay carefully. (My
"graders" don't grade for me.) Still, I think the whole process is
useful and can be an effective learning tool. Of course, I'm spoiled. I
studied in a European university setting where there were no quizzes or
tests of any kind!
is half way over if you can believe it. I love this month: March
Madness, spring begins, spring break, the running season is getting into
high gear, ETS regional meetings, weather turns warmer, etc. I think I
love spring mainly because it's a reminder that God is granting His
creation new life, new colors, and eventually a new Eden. It's also a
reminder that nothing about my life is perfect. Like all of creation,
I'm a-moanin' and a-groanin' for that Day. I wish I could say that
everything about my running life was perfect. But life is rarely
perfect. I'm worried about some minor aches and pains I'm experiencing
since this weekend. I'm still able to walk normally and could probably
bike but I'm going to take it easy for a few days and refrain from
running. The angst of not being able to run this weekend worries me. The
sport of running can be become addicting. Since I started running I've
felt so good about myself. The joy of racing is like no other. Running
is now a part of my daily life, as much as teaching is, or writing. I
run because I enjoy it. I'm not trying to be something I'm not, or
trying to overcome my problems by exercising. Running is an important
part of my life but it's not the main thing. But -- oh my goodness --
running has offered me rewards beyond my expectations. I'm doomed!
If you run long enough you'll run across some really phenomenal people,
people who will inspire you, people who will remind you that all of us
have a God-given ability to overcome so much. If you've ever gone
through something really hard, you can appreciate what running can do
for your spirit. While I was running yesterday in Cary, volunteers along
the course would yell out support or give a thumbs up. After I finished
the race I stood at the finish line for 30 minutes cheering on my fellow
runners. So much of running is like life. By running we push against all
the No's that try to trap us into apathy. The human being is wired with
a desire to strive for something bigger than themselves. When I do a 5K
instead of sleeping in, I feel like a superhero. Running has taught me
that I can persevere in the race of life. I become a more balanced and
responsible version of myself. The crazy adventures I've had while
training and racing definitely satisfy a craving in my soul that is
vastly different from the world one sees only through a computer screen.
As cliché as it sounds, I know running plays a role in my ability to
work harder as a teacher and scholar. It helps me set goals in other
areas of my life. As my son-in-law told me yesterday, signing up for a
race forces you to prepare for it. Honestly, the finish line is nice,
but the prize is in the journey. The fun, the excitement, the comradery,
the promise of a good story to tell later on -- all these are reasons
why I keep doing races. Running has taught me what I'm capable of. Of
course, it's also given me ugly toes and aches and pains. So I'll rest
up and see what the Lord has in store for me. I appreciate everything
running has taught me, even if it's a lesson in patience.
never want to see "pediatric" and "brain tumor" together. Ugh. In 2008,
Ella Newmiller was diagnosed with a non-operable brain tumor. Four years
later she went to be with Jesus. Hence
Ella's Race, coming up this
Saturday. I have met Ella's parents. They are radiant followers of
Jesus. Like them, I've learned what it means to descend, to face a
disease that often left me gasping. There were days I was so buried in
grief I could hardly get out of bed. I had no idea how excruciating the
process of watching a loved one die from cancer could be. I've battled.
They've battled. And both of us are doing what we can to hopefully make
a difference. Mother Teresa once said, "We cannot do great things, only
small things with great love." Herein lies the reason why so many of us
act like nuts on the weekend. It's pretty simple and awful, all at the
same time. I get why there's an Ella's Race. This is why the Gospel is
such good news. Jesus' resurrection promises our own. The more we
understand that, the more we serve Him. So be it in my life, and so be
it in all the church. How will I do in a
10K race? I think I can finish under 1:20. However, it's hard to say
what the course looks like. This 2-dimensional map doesn't help very
much with elevation.
is only the second 10K I've ever "officially" run, so it's a little
nerve-racking. I'm just going to keep on reminding myself: Stay within
your ability. Be present. Enjoy the scenery and your fellow runners.
Think about Ella, and Becky. Smile. Time doesn't matter.
Wednesday in our LXX class we'll be looking at Amos 5:1-17, a passage
that I'm discovering is notorious for a number of reasons, including the
(mis)translation (?) of the Hebrew in verse 15. Here the Greek takes the
command "Hate what is evil and love what is good" and transforms it into
direct speech: "We have hated evil things and have loved the good
things" (so the NET). Dines notes that "The opening words have
been turned into a statement of conversion, instead of a call to it" (p.
162). It'll be interesting to see what the class makes of this. Dines
opines that the LXX translator was trying to make sense of the last word
of verse 14 ("you said"). Another interesting verse is 11, where we seem
to have a play on the Greek root for "house" or "building" (oik).
Here we might translate the Greek as "You have built buildings of hewn
stone, but you will certainly not live in them," but even this
over-translation fails to do justice to the word play, much as most
English versions completely miss Paul's use of the same root oik
in Eph. 2:19-22:
Here oik carries the nuance of
"house," "household," "building," etc. To take just one example from
this text: The word normally translated here as "aliens" could also be
rendered "those who are alongside the house," or "those who are
separated and away from the house." No English translation that I'm
aware of brings out this nuance, and maybe it's impossible to do so. How
would you translate this passage? Keep in mind that Paul is
attempting to distinguish between two distinct socioeconomic and/or
religious groups: the "out group" and the "in group." In Christ, the
farthest outsider becomes the nearest insider. And because God Himself
will "dwell" in this house, all of those who believe in Christ will be
at home in the same house.
This is amazing stuff. I'm sitting here
trying to wrap my mind around the idea that I may have missed something
so central. I love the Greek text. I love every molecule of it. I'll
never do it justice, that's for sure.
are some takeaways I'm getting from reading a remarkable little book
called Younger Next Year: Use the Power of Exercise to Reverse Aging
and Stay Strong, Fit, and Sexy. (Okay, I'll settle for two
out of the three.)
70 percent of the illnesses we are prone to are lifestyle related.
We can take a lot of them off the table -- heart attacks, strokes,
diabetes, fractures, even Alzheimer's -- through regular exercise.
Getting weak and out of shape is different from getting ill.
Aging is inevitable. Decay is optional. It's a choice we make by how
Decay can start in our forties or even earlier. An obese child can
have the arteries of a 45-year old.
You and I will never be peak athletes, but we can slow the muscle
loss of aging.
We have forgotten how joyful is it to truly move -- a joy many
Americans think is lost in the rearview mirror.
You can become a better version of yourself at any age.
like that last one. Statistically, we are all likely to live a long
time. The question is: how well will we live that life? The sad thing is
that so many of us outlive the quality component of our lives by years
or even decades. Exercise is simply amazing. And you -- yes, you -- are
invited to play.
congratulations! You've got longevity.
our semester break last week our LXX students did a take-home exam over
Jobes and Silva as well as Tov's The Text-Critical Use of the Septuagint
in BiblicalResearch. Here are a few of the study questions
we gave them. Care to try them out? How well did do you?
1) According to Tov, as a rule, textual
criticism of the Hebrew Bible aims neither at the compositions written
by the biblical authors, nor at previous oral stages, if such existed,
but only at that stage (those stages) of the composition(s) that is
(are) attested in the textual evidence. T F
2) What are the two stages into which
textual criticism proper can be divided?
3) MT (usually codex L) is taken as the
point of departure for describing textual variations because it has
become the textus receptus (received text) of Hebrew Scripture,
and this procedure implies a preference for its contents. T F
4) The assumption of parallel pristine
texts provides a possible alternative to a "single original text" model
and is one of the theories supported by the textual evidence. T F
5) The term Vorlage means:
A retranslation into the supposed
Any detail in a textual source that
differs from a specific form of MT
The “underlying text” or “parent text”
6) Which is a description of Margolis'
editorial technique, which can be applied equally to the volumes of the
The text at the top of the page is the
nearest approach to the Greek original as it left the hands of the
The text at the top of the page
consists of the text of Codex Vaticanus, with variant readings found
in the apparatus
The text at the top of the page
attempts to reconstruct the revision of Lucian of Antioch
call me the "Comeback Kid," I reckon. This afternoon I participated in
my second 5K of the weekend, this time in the great city of Cary. The
race was called the "Running Over Cancer 5K" and it was held in what has
got to be my least favorite venue of all time, the WakeMed Soccer Park.
I mean, this place is the Mother of All Evil Courses. Talk about hills.
Then more hills. I have never had a PR of under 34 minutes on
this course, and I didn't really expect to do that today either. But
once the race got underway I felt pretty good. I was strong on my feet,
and my pace was fast and even. The first mile passed in a blur. In the
second mile you're confronted with the first of two gignormous hills.
This is where your legs and lungs start burning and everything in you
says, "Walk, you idiot!" At the top of the first hill things leveled out
a little bit, just in time for me to catch my breath. I was determined
as all get out not to walk in this race and, sure 'nuff, I ran the whole
thing (if, that is, you call a slow uphill jog "running"). That last
steep hill was brutal but at long last I saw the end of the race. I
eyeballed the clock when I crossed the finish line. It was a substantial
PR on this course. Later on the official times were posted. I saw that I
had finished 92 out of 538 registered runners and fourth in my age group
with a time of 31:17. Let the good times roll! I would have loved to
have run this race in under 30 but that's for another day (and probably
for another venue as well). I'm very content with how my body performed
today, especially coming off a challenging course yesterday. Above all,
I'm so grateful to God for the ability to run. As all runners will tell
you, making it to the starting line healthy is perhaps the biggest goal
of running. I sure wish, however, that Raleigh (and Cary and Morrisville
-- yall listening?) would stop throwing in those
giant-hill-right-before-the-finish-line tricks. And why in the world do
so many old guys living in the Triangle have to be so FIT!!??
celebrate my finishing time today I drove a mere 5 miles to the
Restaurant in Raleigh, where I enjoyed some scrumptious doro wat and
got to meet the restaurant's new owners: Berhanu, along with his wife
(cook) and daughter (server). What wonderful people. They did an amazing
job of serving up some of the best migib I've had in a long time, and I
do wish them well in their new business enterprise. If you're ever in
Raleigh, check them out (and tell them I sent you.) Finally, as I walked
to my car after eating I stumbled upon some guys who were shocked
spit-less when I began speaking to them in Amharic. We had a nice chat,
took the compulsory selfie, then off I drove for home, thankful for
everyone who has run beside me in my races, including (and especially)
the race of life. Thanks especially to God for giving me the ability to
enjoy running as much as I do, and for talking to me during my runs,
even if what He says is sometimes terrifying.
The wall of honor at the race.
2) Rarin' to go!
3) I wasn't the only one.
4) I'm used to coming in dead last,
5) Mouth-watering good.
6) Betam amasagenalo!
registered for "Kacie's Run" (5K) in Carrolton, TX (near Dallas) on
Saturday, April 1, the day after my ETS paper in Fort Worth. The race
benefits Special Olympics (good cause!).
I still feel that I
haven't reached my potential in running 5K races. And even though I've
done gobs of them, each race is different -- and the distance is ALWAYS
worthy of respect. I continue to make little tweaks in my training but I
still feel afraid to push myself too hard and be super brave. I tend to
tank in the last half mile anyways. After all these races I still feel
like a baby learner. 3.1 miles is totally doable but I still have to
psyche myself out before a race. I'm so grateful for the encouragement
of all my fellow runners. The running community is truly a great family.
One of my sons-in-law is going to run a 5K with me next month. That will
be sooooo much fun. He went for a run this morning (first one in a good
while) and told me it was both exhilarating and murderous at the same
time. I know the feeling well!
During the last twenty
years or so, the Septuagint has come out of the shadow of its Hebrew
source. Historians of Judaism, linguists, and biblical scholars have
come to view the Septuagint as a significant document in its own
right. As the discoveries in Qumran have shown, the Hebrew source
text of the Septuagint was not identical to the traditional text
received by the synagogue (the Massoretic Text). Also, the
translators appear to have taken a degree of liberty in interpreting
the text. Dominique Barthélemy used the term 'aggiornamento': the
Septuagint is a kind of update of the Jewish scriptures.
It'll be interesting to see how well
the editors succeed in providing students with a "theological" lexicon.
Stephen Baugh reminds us:
One obvious problem
with a dictionary approach to theology is that it is not established
by an examination of individual scriptural words across their range
of meanings but by a careful, exegetical reading of biblical
statements in their various contexts.
Baugh goes on to illustrate his point
by discussing the Greek text of Eph. 2:8, perhaps one of the most
detailed descriptions of "salvation" in the New Testament. I have
sometimes told my students that if they want to study the concept of
"church" in the New Testament, rather than looking up ekklesia in
a theological dictionary it might be better to exegete the entire book
of Ephesians. For if we stick only with "words" such as "church," we
will miss all of Paul's wonderful metaphors for describing the very same
thing (body, bride, building, etc.). Perhaps we do a greater justice to
Scripture when we distinguish between word and concept, between
lexicography and theology. Without such a nuanced approach to language,
the danger remains very real that we will end up with dangerous or
misleading "theologies" of the New Testament rather than helpful ones.
I'm reading through an excellent commentary on 1-2 Thessalonians. It's
by Jeff Weima. I'm looking at Paul's exhortations in 1 Thess. 5:12-22, a
passage I studied in my doctoral dissertation in a great bit of detail.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that Jeff follows my interpretation of
"the weak" in 5:14. These believers are
neither "sick" (Witherington) nor "weak in the faith" (Best) nor
"ethically weak" (Frame) but people "who are excessively anxious about
their status at the eschatological judgment connected with Christ's
return" (p. 395). If this view is correct (of course it is), then
Paul describes these "weak" believers in 5:1-11.
well and good. But journey with me on a quick sidebar for a moment.
puzzled with what Jeff does with "idlers" in 5:14 -- the ataktoi.
While he acknowledges that the adjective ataktos usually means
something like "idle" or "lazy," he also notes that that the word can be
rendered "rebellious" in certain contexts. It is what he does next that
I find so interesting. In essence, he combines both of these
ideas into one translation: Paul is referring to "rebellious idlers" (p.
393). This raises, for me at least, an interesting question about Greek
lexicography. No doubt, in this context, the idlers in Thessalonica had
a rebellious attitude toward the obligations of work, as Jeff correctly
notes on p. 392. These people were not working, but not because there
were no jobs. They were "slacking off" in view of the Parousia of Jesus.
The problem I have with Jeff's rendering "rebellious idlers" is that it
implies that idleness is okay as long as you're not rebellious. This is
exactly what Paul does not say. Actually, he's not all that
specific with the term ataktoi, thus allowing the audience to
deduce from the context the kind of idleness he's referring to and the
motives behind it. In all fairness to Jeff, he does recognize this
objection (and seeks to clarify his position in a footnote on p. 393).
But I still think it's confusing to render the Greek term "rebellious
idlers." Perhaps -- and this is only a perhaps -- we also have here a
fallacy called illegitimate totality transfer, a fallacy that states
that all of the uses of a particular word are in view wherever that word
appears in the New Testament. (The term itself was coined by the
inimical James Barr, who "demythologized" Kittel.) I'm not saying that
Jeff is actually doing that here. But he might be. To take an example
from the term "weak" discussed above, Jeff and I would agree (against
most interpreters) that the "weakness" Paul is describing here is due to
the anxiety that some of the Thessalonians were experiencing in view of
the Second Coming of Christ. I suppose, then, that we could render the
term "anxiously weak." Hmm. I'm not sure I would go that far. The
"weakness" Paul has in mind is inferred, not from the lexeme he chose to
use here (which, like most Greek words, is polysemous, that is, it has
several different "meanings," only one of which is it semantic
contribution to any passage in which it occurs), but from the context.
(I'll bet you a hundred bucks that the Bible says, "There is no God.")
It was the context of the book of 1 Thessalonians that forced me
(and Jeff) to conclude that Paul's "weak" in 5:14 might in fact refer to
the believers he addresses in 5:1-11. And it was the context of
Phil. 1:27 that led me to conclude that politeuesthe was
referring to the Philippians' heavenly "citizenship"
(rather than mere "conduct"). Exegesis is like that. We struggle
constantly with Greek terms and their meaning. And so we should. We live
far from the original setting of the New Testament. Even Greek
lexicography is as much an art as it is a sconce. The sad thing is when
our interpretations zip along, unchecked and automatic. Verses should
not remain separate from all the others. Jeff knows this well, and so
his rendering "rebellious idlers" hits the nail on the head in one
sense. Interestingly, these people never seemed to have "gotten the
memo" from Paul, because he has to deal with them again in 2 Thess. 3!
go and read Don Carson's Exegetical Fallacies or I will never
speak to you again. And remember: God helps those who help themselves,
as the Bible says. (Wink.)
bruddahs and sistahs! I slept soundly last night and was a bit worried
that I wouldn't wake up in time for my race today. But my subconscious
mind remained alert and I awoke at exactly 6:00 am. I felt good, so off
we went. The drive to North Raleigh only took an hour, so I had a chance
to get a cuppa at the cafe before the race.
It's a good thing, too. I
needed the caffeine -- and the warmth. The temp at race time was a
bone-chilling 33 degrees. I had a very modest goal for this race: to
come in under 33 minutes. The race started in front of the host business
(SOLA Coffee and Cafe). There were about 300 runners and everyone looked
A 93-year old WW 2 vet
shouted "Start" through the bullhorn and everything began to move. I
started out slowly but things got rolling shortly thereafter. I kept
getting faster and faster. There were some awesome downhills, matched,
however, by some miserable uphills.
I was managing a
10-minute pace until the final hill, which seemed to suck all of my
strength right out of me. In the end, I finished 158 out of 297 with a
time of 31:44.
At the finish line, a
ragtime band was there to entertain the racers. Nice touch, I
thought to myself.
I'm looking forward to
running this race again next year, though this time I'll be better
prepared for that final obstacle. Oh, my new shoes worked out fine
except that I forgot to clip my toenails before the race and paid the
price for my sin of omission.
All in all, though, it
was a perfect race day (though cold) and the cause couldn't be matched.
It was nice to be able to raise some money for our North Carolina war
vets who need assistance. All I can think of now is next Saturday's 10K
and then my half in two weeks. The good thing is that the weather will
begin warming up again soon, though we're expecting snow tonight.
Welcome to "Spring" in the Piedmont I guess.
Miscellany: Just made a reservation for my daughter and me to attend the
musical "Ragtime" at Ford's Theater in DC on April 15. Two Christmases ago we watched "A
Christmas Carol" in the same venue. There are 101 reasons why
I enjoy live theater, but when you add such a historical site
into the equation ...
Meanwhile, the brine trucks are rolling ahead of a bit of white stuff
Saturday night and Sunday morning... Time
Magazine (web edition) just posted a piece called "Happiest and
Healthiest Cities in the U.S." along with a picture of Kailua Beach (my
home town) ... America's most popular national park
is .... This has got to be the
zaniest video of the year ... The BBC reports
why it's so easy to get English wrong ... Rob Plummer talks
Greekonomics ... There's a
famous boulder at Gettysburg ... How to run
your first 5K.
great. Just added a 5-mile run to my totals. Thank you, Jesus.
Miles this month: 38.5.
Miles year-to-date: 211.3.
ice the cake, I got rained on during my run. Yeesh. Thankfully the
weather isn't cold!
forward to giving a guest lecture at the Rawlings School of Divinity at
Liberty University on Monday, March 27. The D. Min. course is called
"Strategic Evangelism and the Local Church," and I've been asked to
speak on the subject of "Evangelism As a Lifestyle." My good friend Gary
Bredfeldt is teaching the class. My main point will be that Jesus'
kingdom continues in the same way it began: through scandalous love,
sacrifice, subversion, and behaving like we truly believe that the meek
will inherit the earth. Now the question is: How do I compress all of
this into two hours?!
email from the Flying Pig Marathon reminded me yesterday that it's less
than two months from the BIG DAY in Cincy. Here's the view as you cross
from Ohio into Kentucky.
It seems like I spend
half the month in wet clothes. So how's my training going? I'm trying
"religiously" to follow the standard advice for first-time marathoners:
Set a conservative goal for the first time out. As in "finishing." Amen
Be flexible. If you're not meeting your training goals because you're
burned out or feeling ill, don't be afraid to push back on your monthly
goals. Push through when you're really ready.
Be prepared. People say, "I think I'm going to run a marathon." It
doesn't work that way. If you decide to do a marathon, you have to train
for it. Once you have your training program in place, stick with it (but
keep #2 above in mind always). No one should be running in a marathon
who hasn't already done 5Ks, 10Ks, and at least one half. I've adopted a
3-4 times a week training schedule, and I try to stick to it.
Slowly build up your endurance. The standard recommendation is that you
run for at least a year before you consider trying to do a 26.2-mile
race. The slower the build-up, the less likely you are to sustain an
Find the right shoes. This wasn't easy for a guy like me who has huge
flat Hawaiian "luau" feet. But thanks to New Balance, that problem has
been solved. Caveat: Don't wear your shoes for more than 300 miles. Just
today I broke out another pair of new running shoes even though the
frugal part of my brain kept telling me, "No, your old shoes still have
mileage left on them!" Actually, no they don't, brain!
Enjoy yourself. Your first marathon will always be special. Think: first
date. First kiss. First day on that new job. You're a marathoner!
the course be with you,
I lost Becky from endometrial cancer. Please help me to end uterine
cancer by joining the fight. Read the
details. I can't tell you how much inspiration and motivation I've
drawn from watching Becky struggle with her cancer. She finished her
race with humor, class, and honor. Her strength and dignity keep me
going even when I'm feeling I can't take another step. I'm doing
this race for her.
workers have left and I've been sitting on the front porch watching a
three-quarter moon rise at the end of a wonderful day. I'm rereading a
book I acquired a year or so ago: Return to Rome, by Frank
Beckwith. It's the story of his reversion to Roman Catholicism while
endeavoring to stay true to his evangelical convictions. Beckwith had
initially left the Catholic Church to become a Protestant. It's a
fascinating read about a topic I know very little about. Beckwith is an
important modern intellectual, although I wish his memoir had been a
little more detailed. At any rate, I smiled when I read the following on
On our kitchen
table, this friend had left for my father a copy of the Good News
for Modern Man New Testament (Today's English Version). The
following afternoon I picked it up and began reading it. I had no
idea, until days later, that I had been reading a Bible.
did that bring back memories. I recall being 16 and discovering the Good
News Bible for the first time. I couldn't put it down. Sometimes I
wonder whether we have worked hard enough, as Bible translators, to
produce translations that are readable (as well as accurate). Page after
page, word after word, my life began to change as the result of reading
the word of God in language I could understand. In the morning when I
woke up I would sit down and read. The Bible was too good to sit on my
bookshelf. As an artist, I loved the simple line drawings my Bible
when I didn't know what a term meant, I could look it up in the glossary
in the back. No, this wasn't a perfect translation. Of course not. Bible
translation is a complex subject, yes, but oh, such wonders I discovered
in the TEV. My teen years were challenging for me. That wasn't a bad
thing. God was trying to grow me, and He was trying to do it, partly,
through His word. Now I find myself wondering at times if my zeal has
flagged a bit. I grew out of a happy-clappy Christianity years ago, but
sometimes I can become so serious about life that I fail to enjoy the
Bible like I once did. It occurs to me, however, that if I really want
to get to know God, to follow and love Him, I need His word. Without it
I can't spot all the counterfeit Jesuses in Christendom that are out
there vying for my attention. Picking up the Bible 48 years was a
turning point for me. That pricking of my spirit and mind, I know now,
was the Holy Spirit. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Daylight Saving Time affect your health? The
may surprise you.
the HVAC team hard at work at scarfing down the sloppy joes I made for
them. And no, I did not offer them sodas. Ain't nothin' better
for you than good ol' fashion Virginia well water. LOL!
Children in the big church? Kevin Brown says
yes. Watch or listen
that James Snapp has posted a list of some
YouTube resources on New Testament textual criticism. I think you'll
find his response to John Macarthur to be very interesting. When it
comes to textual criticism, I think we can hold both the questions and
the answers lightly. And I think it's always a good idea to challenge
our own assumptions. In fact, I'll be addressing this issue later this
month in my paper at Southwestern Seminary. Recent commentators fail to
even mention the variant in Matt. 5:22, as if it doesn't even exist. In
Novum Testamentum, I argued for the originality of the adverb
eike against the majority of writers and scholars. I'm going to
rehash my arguments but more importantly I hope to show why it's
necessary 1) to discuss this variant and 2) to present both sides of the
argument. That is, those who argue that eike was added to
"soften" Jesus' otherwise harsh teaching about anger have a legitimate
point. But they usually fail to mention that the other alternative is
just as likely: that a scribe omitted the word in order to make anger
for the Christian a "black and white" issue. If we want to know what the
New Testament teaches about anger, then we've got to get this verse
right. It's tempting to become a defender of the status quo without ever
examining the evidence for ourselves. I don't think it's possible to
overstate how important and relevant textual criticism is to the
exegetical process. The art and science of New Testament textual
criticism is, I believe, one of the great challenges and invitations for
us today. I'm too good at being a pretender. I default to attempts to
control instead of the freefall of personal investigation. I'm good at
following the consensus opinio. I do not obey my own inclinations to
follow through. But one of the great gifts of my seminary and doctoral
programs was the challenge to go wherever the evidence pointed me.
Disagreeing about our conclusions is one thing. But getting the facts
wrong is another.
other news ...
I'm having both HVAC units replaced. It will take a crew of 5 two days
to finish the job. My old units served us well but they had definitely
given up the ghost.
Saturday, Lord willing, I'll be racing again, this time in Raleigh.
It'll be a repeat performance at the
Hot Mini 5K. This is such a hugely important event. The proceeds
will support Hope for Warriors of North Carolina, which provides
care for service members, their families, and families of the fallen.
It's a bit jarring when you realize just how great the need is for this
kind of assistance. I hope they raise tons of money. Once again, I'm
realizing how impossible it is to separate the sacred in my life from
the so-called secular. Actually, I don't see any separation between my
spiritual "ministry" and running in 5K races. Both are opportunities to
move with the Spirit, to embody Christ in the world, and to bring hope
and goodness to others. If you believe in the undivided life, and if you
live in Raleigh, why not consider coming out and joining me?
In North Carolina, two-thirds of all adults are overweight or obese.
North Carolina ranks fifth worst for childhood obesity. Four of the
leading 10 causes of death in the U.S. are related to obesity. The three
key activities associated with obesity are physical inactivity,
unhealthy eating, and soft drink consumption. That's why I was a bit
taken aback when I saw an ad on YouTube by one of our great soft drink
corporations promoting their campaign to fight obesity. The
line is "soda isn't healthy in any amount and there is absolutely no
reason or justification for consuming it." I'm ashamed at how I once
limited God to my "spiritual" life and neglected to take care of His
temple. Now, I find Him alive in a walk in the wilderness, a climb to a
mountaintop, a 5K race, in art and literature and work and dishwashing
and cooking. Please take a moment and read the essay I just linked to. I
don't want to point fingers. Lord knows we all struggle with our weight.
It's okay to struggle. But we can make progress, one step at a
time. Besides, it's Lent! :-)
to the High Bridge Trail in Farmville today, intent on getting in my 10
miles. I wore my sweatpants and a wicking jersey over which I placed a
sweat shirt and a parka. Not that I thought it was gonna rain. The sky
was a shade of Carolina Blue, and the sun shone brightly.
Then I was off. By the
third mile I knew I wanted to go farther than 10 miles. "Why not a half,
Davey old boy? That's only 13.1 miles." My body seemed to give me a
green light, so off we went, averaging about a 14-minute mile pace. At
6.55 miles, the halfway point rolled under me and I turned around.
Running. You are running. You are fine. My legs and feet began to
show signs of weakness -- a pain here and a bolt of something there --
but nothing major. Just keep running. Keep on running. Eventually
I crossed back into Farmville. I broke no records. But that didn't
matter. I had finished.
I checked my emails I noticed that the SNTS had sent me their newsletter
featuring the upcoming annual meeting in South Africa in 2017, which I'm
going to have to miss.
I saw the venues for 2018 and 2019. Athens? You bet! Marburg. Yes! I
live near a small town on a small farm with a quant house and a dog and
some donkeys and goats. But nothing satiates my Wanderlust. "Belonging"
to the guild of New Testament scholars defines my life as much as
running does these days. I'm not trying to break any records either as a
runner or a scholar. I'm not trying to set new PRs. I just want to be
out there, be involved, be me. When I started teaching 40 years I
thought becoming a New Testament scholar was a Sisyphean task.
Eventually I realized I was wrong. I will keep turning to teaching, and
to running, until I can teach and run no more.
hope to get in 10 miles of training. I struggle with knowing what my
body is capable of doing. I think for me personally, I need to decide
what my long-range goals are. At this stage of life, endurance is the
name of the game. I'm slow and a bit overweight for my body's frame, and
every extra pound only makes it that more difficult to run. I have seen
some small improvements in both my form and endurance. It's fairly easy
for me to run 5 miles now, whereas a year ago I was huffing and puffing
to finish a 5K. I think doing trail runs has helped me improve this
year. I have two weeks to go until my next half, and I'm hoping that
this time around the race will be easier. With age comes wisdom (so I'm
told), so I'm really trying hard not to burn out. I'm aiming for
consistency, not speed. I suppose people look at me like they'd look at
a constipated snail. I'm okay with that. Someone has to be last so that
others can beat somebody! My goal is just to cover the distance without
falling apart at the seams. At 64, I know I'm running out of time to
improve, but I feel a deep need to release my potential, whatever that
is. Just being able to put my running shoes on today was an
accomplishment, I feel. I am old but I love running! At least running
gets your heart in shape. What I've learned over the years is that it's
quality, not quantity, that counts in the end. I have only a handful of
close friends but they're good ones. Food is the same way. Here in
America we have far too much cheap food available at our fingertips. So
cutting out things like junk food and sodas can move the needle toward a
less obese society. One thing I know for sure: I don't plan to kill
myself getting ready for Cincy. I'll train hard, rest, and try to be
sensible. Se we'll see how it goes today. I'll listen to my body. It
always knows best.
morning a former student (thanks Nate!) sent me a link to
story about Terry Fox and his attempt to run a marathon a day across
Canada to raise money for cancer research.
Terry's leg had been
amputated due to cancer. His story is incredibly moving. Parents, watch
it with your kids. They will be inspired for life. Terry's a national
hero in Canada but hardly known in the States. People who stand up
against the odds and who fight for hope and change make the world a
better place. I was touched by watching this film. You will be too.
PMThe ladies are hard
Earlier I drove into town to make a
contribution to the capital campaign at the Y. I am a firm believer that
people who participate in groups are more likely to achieve their
fitness goals than those who try to go it alone. Though it's okay to
exercise by yourself -- I do most of my running, climbing, and biking
alone -- I strongly believe that finding a like-minded group will
increase the chances of you becoming your best you. "Hey guys, can I
join you?" are life-changing words. So, for that and many other reasons,
today I became an official supporter of the Y.
Their capital campaign is called "A New
Day Dawns," and their projects include lobby renovations, new family
changing rooms, locker rooms renovations, and (as you can see) parking
Afterwards I got in a 5K at the local
high school track and then went grocery shopping. I did something I've
never done before -- bought shrimp for dinner. Can't wait.
Make it a great day!
we're doing spring cleaning here at Bradford Hall. Not that it needs it
or anything. (Right.) One of my daughters is coming over with her
daughter to do most of the work since I am a complete house-cleaning
klutz. Dirt? Where? Not sure what all we hope to accomplish today
but I imagine the list would include washing windows and window sills,
dusting other furnishings, washing walls and trim, sweeping and
scrubbing floors, washing mirrors, cleaning tubs and toilets, washing
the kitchen counters and stovetop, organizing the pantry, etc. Just
writing that last sentence makes me tired. LOTS to DOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
night I watched "All the President's Men" starring Robert Redford and
Dustin Hoffman. I was in college during the Watergate era. In fact, the
summer I was taking both of my required American History courses at the
University of Hawaii was the summer that showcased the Watergate
hearings in DC. That summer I, along with probably most Americans,
became obsessed with politics.
The Watergate affair had
all the elements of a work of fiction -- intrigue, courage, mystery, and
danger. Yet that summer reality became infinitely more fascinating than
any work of fiction could ever be. Even today, whenever I hear
"Watergate" I shudder to think what can happen to the presidency. I'm
also amazed at the dogged determination that two reporters had to
understand the larger story in all of its sleazy criminality. There's a
reason Woodward and Bernstein are famous today. Their willingness to
challenge a sitting administration led to the type of exhaustive
investigation that Congress was apparently unwilling or unable to
pursue. The cast of characters reads like a Who's Who of American
government -- the president, the vice-president, the White House
chief of staff, the former attorney general, the acting director of the
FBI. What began as a minor break-in became an administration-crushing
scandal. In my mind, this is an important movie for three reasons.
First, it will help those under 40 to understand an important era of
their own national history. Second, it's a salient reminder of the
importance of a free press in a democracy. And finally, it's a telling
reminder that persistence pays off. Of course, nothing would have been
gained without the contribution of "Deep Throat" (who we know today was
Mark Felt -- a source who insisted on being "on background" and
unnamed). This is a long movie. It's not only the story of the Watergate
debacle. It's not only the story about two investigative reporters who
refused to shy away from the hard facts. It's not only the story about
the kind of corruption that could (and did) bring down an American
president. It's the story of how incredibly fascinating American
politics is and always has been. And it's no
less fascinating today.
often (but not always) the case that formal biblical education drives
people toward the Scriptures with renewed zeal. This was very much the
case with me when I began doctoral studies in Basel under Prof. Bo
Reicke. He had been trained in the highest tradition of European
theological education. I was struck by the caliber of the men who taught
us theology in Basel (there were no women instructors at the time). I
remember writing an essay during my first year, in fact my first
published journal article:
Peculiarities of Ephesians and the Ephesian Address. Today, I'm
intrigued to note how that essay is still quoted because (I
suppose) it's one of the few articles in print to argue for an original
Ephesian destination for "Ephesians." The day in Basel when I received
the page proofs from the publisher was a reminder to me of the value of
old-fashioned apprenticeship, for, you see, my essay was the result of
study I had done under that outstanding textual scholar Harry Sturz at
Biola. I loved the emphasis I received under his tutelage on textual
criticism. In many seminaries today, I suspect this topic is notable for
its absence, and students are trained as though they didn't need to know
how to read the bottom half of their Greek New Testament. This is
frankly disastrous. If young pastors can't give a good reason for the
textual choices they make, perhaps they aren't as much to blame as their
seminary curriculum. The essence of a biblical education is its
commitment to preparing and equipping students to think for themselves
rather than merely following the party line. This week in my Greek 2
class, my students are doing a take-home quiz over my little book New
Testament Textual Criticism: A Concise Guide. There are strengths
and weaknesses in my approach. It's easy to oversimplify a complicated
subject. My model for writing my book was a scholar named Harold
Greenlee, whose primer on the subject was noted for combining profound
insight with clarity. He treated the subject in simple, non-technical
language -- a quality that is rare among writers. In these ways he
embodied for me what a "scholar-for-the-church" should be, but
frequently is not. I well recall attending Prof. Reicke's lectures in
Basel and being struck by the same balance between humanitas and pietas
he seemed to have. Basel had enormous strengths, not the least of which
was its emphasis on self-study and self-motivation. Unlike what I just
did this week, students were not forced to take quizzes over anything
they read. They were, well, just expected to be so much in love
with learning that they read without extrinsic pressure to do so. The
academic work was dominated by research rather than exams and term
papers. In essence, in Basel they put all of their eggs in one basket --
your dissertation. I long for a similar kind of pedagogy today.
Scholarship is vital at all levels of the church. It is, after all, only by being stretched
intellectually and academically that we grow. Unfortunately, in many
churches no thanks are given for those who have truly mastered their
loved my studies in Basel. Becky and I were very happy in our one-room
apartment, and we threw ourselves completely into learning the language
and culture of our fair city. Becky and I did a lot of entertaining, and
discovered the joy of sharing life with our fellow students, most of
whom are nearing retirement age today (how time flies). It was a joy to
study under some of the great intellects of the day. It was also an
awesome privilege to speak regularly in my little Baptist church, and it
taught me not only to prepare in general, but to always pursue a deep
understanding of the text.
was my introduction to the world of academia. What was yours like?
What a weekend. The Twitter wars have erupted again. A Sikh man is shot
in his driveway in Washington. Hawaii got more snow than Denver. (I'd
sell my "Hamilton" tickets to see that.) My downstairs heater
went out. (Brrrr.) North Korea launches more missiles. "Logan" destroys
box offices. Arnold quits "The Apprentice." Patrick Stewart is becoming
a U.S. citizen. As for little old
moi, I'm feeling much better today (thank you, Airborne) and hope to get
to the Y (after I get my HVAC working again). Then it's back to work on
a book review and a power point for my ETS presentation on the 31st. I'm
filling 3 orders for my Greek DVDs today. Then it's off to the Post
Office and the bank. I'm looking forward to this weekend's 5K for the
American Cancer Society though they're calling for a "stray shower" on
did I mention a trash run today?
Marathon training update: Stats for the week of Feb. 26 - March 4.
Today I feel so-so. Hoping to get back in the saddle tomorrow. I am
considering today a recovery day. :-)
miles. I day. O cars. It's called the
DC Bike Ride and it's on May 14 of this year. I've signed up to ride
with my DC daughter. Why not join in the fun?
live in the Dallas Fort Worth area, please join me at the
meeting on the campus of SWBTS March 31-April 1.
morning, all! The messed up thing about running when it's cold is having
to deal with post-race issues. This morning my head is stuffed up (more
than normal) and I'm sneezing and otherwise feeling tired. Why?
Yesterday's temps I could deal with. Ditto for the hills. But combine
them together? No way. That's a bit too much for a 64-year old I guess.
So today's a day for a bit of R & R. Of course, it might have helped if
I refused to go all out in yesterday's race. But you know me.
Impossible. So I'm keeping my eye on the weather and am hoping against
hope that next week's race will be in warmer temps. At least there
wasn't any wind yesterday. Even with the challenging weather I felt
great yesterday. Running outdoors is the only way to go (sorry, you
been trying to think of things that are interesting to blog about this
morning and I keep coming back to -- duh -- Greek. Now I don't expect
everyone to agree with me, but I think proof-texting has become a huge
problem in our evangelical circles (I've never done it, of
course), and perhaps the reason is because we look at individual verses
as if they could stand on their own. You'll notice that when I quote
Bible verses on this blog I often omit any reference to their
"addressees" (chapter and verse). I want people to think of
"locatedness" in different ways. In fact, verse and chapter divisions
don't always make sense. Here's a study of Rom. 12:9-13 I once did.
essay was published under the title
The Pauline Love Command: Structure, Style, and Ethics in Romans 12:9-21,
in case you're interested.) Please notice the mid-section of the
chiasmus above, highlighted in yellow. Section "C" contains two clauses:
"being fervent in spirit," and "serving the Lord." However, the clause
that precedes it in section "B" -- "not slothful in business" (KJV) --
is placed in our English translations in the same verse that contains
"being fervent in spirit" and "serving the Lord." (Check out Rom. 12:11
in your English Bible.) This "breaks the rules." It seems pretty clear
that Paul arranged his text so that the two lines in "C" would stand out
against the backdrop of sections "B" and "B Prime." Remember, during the
New Testament age the text of the Bible was something that was engaged
mainly aurally and orally, whereas today we engage it primarily through
our eyes. That is to say, when the New Testament was written, there were
no "extra-linguistic" devices to help the "reader" along, such as
capitalization, indentation, paragraphization, and versification.
Wordswerewrittenwithoutspaces. The author had to rely on other kinds of
aids to help the listener follow the flow of thought -- including
rhetorical devices such as homoioleteuton and homoioarcton (both of
which are used in this passage). The upshot? We should probably take
line 3 of "B" ("being fervent in spirit") with what goes before
it instead of what comes after it. "But understanding the text in
this way would play havoc with our Bibles," you say. Exactly my point.
I'm not picking on Bible translations. And I'm not trying to be dogmatic
about my interpretation. My point is that we have to use caution when
following the verse divisions in our Bibles. A case in point is 3 John.
Some Bibles have 15 verses in 3 John, while others put the content of
verse 15 into verse 14.
no expert at any of this, and I'm trying not to sound like a fanatic,
but I'm wondering if from time to time it might be a good idea to
consult a Bible translation that doesn't contain any verses or chapter
divisions. The English Standard Version Reader's Bible comes to
mind. Doing this might help us view the Bible less as a dictionary that
we look up things up in and more like a continuous narrative. I prefer
to study Scripture as a series of complete thought units. These are
sometimes a part of a verse or a group of verses. This can make a
difference in interpretation. Returning for a moment to Rom. 12:9-13, we
can see how Paul seems to separate the "title" of this section in 12:9
("Let love be unhypocritical") from the reminder of the passage. "This
is what unhypocritical love looks like" seems to be the main idea, an
idea that is then "unpacked" for us in the clauses that follow. Sincere
love hates what is evil. It clings to what is good. It causes us to be
devoted to one another like a loving family. It shows us how to excel in
showing respect to each other. It reminds us that we can't become lazy
in showing such devotion. Sincere love keep us fueled and inflamed,
serving the Master. And so on.
could say much more about this but I've already rambled on long enough.
Suffice it to say that I do enjoy Bible study. Scripture is one of the
supreme means by which Jesus invites us to learn about Him. It drives us
to our knees as we recognize our failures and shortcomings. It elicits
in our hearts profound gratitude for what the Father did for us when He
sent Jesus to the cross. It is one of the great means by which the Lord
Jesus pours Himself into our lives. The purpose is to help us discover
our way to Christ by showing us, among other things, what true love
Praise God for His word!
our final book offering:
Schreiner is claimed. Stay tuned, though. I'll have one more book
giveaway this weekend.
back from my 5K. The hills were brutal. My race goal? Survival.
Seriously! I took one look at the hills and practically fainted. I need
some serious therapy, obviously! After the race I got another t-shirt
for my grandkids and another medal but mostly I came away with a sense
of accomplishment because I gave it my best. Just because I got beat out
by dozens of other runners doesn't mean I am deterred in my pursuit of
excellence. It's not the finish line that challenges me but the race
itself. Here's my race
drove an hour and a half to Camp Hydaway and found a parking space in a
2) The perfunctory race picture.
3) Lining up for the start.
4) Then the roller coaster began. As
you can see, my hill work sucked.
5) My final time was 34:44.
I placed 83 in a pack of 164 and came in second in my age group.
Okay, I think that's
about it. I had lots of fun today and met some great people. Enormous
shout out to everyone in my family (and others of you) who sent me a
word of encouragement this morning. You all make me so happy. Thank you
for always believing in me and making me braver and better. I love you.
I really do.
strong, my friends!
is claimed. So here's another never-used book, free for the asking.
First come, first served.
race time tomorrow morning in Lynchburg: 33. Which means:
2 tops over long-sleeve base layer
Jacket or protective shell
Thick wool-blend socks
30 minute warm-up jog
Gradually build into race pace
Change into dry clothes immediately afterwards
love running in the cold. Makes me feel alive.
is claimed. Here's my next offering. Just send me an email and it's
yours if you're first.
know about you, but I think it's creepy when people get all pedantic on
me. Recently I read where someone famous was asked whether he thought
Christians should own dogs. You know, is it good stewardship and all
that. That drives me nuts. Such a matter clearly falls into the category
of the adiaphora -- the "indifferent things" -- doubtful matters
of no importance that Paul discusses in 1 Corinthians 8-10 and Romans
14-15. We can't judge the thoughts and intentions of others. What may be
sin to you might not be sin to me. I am a dog lover. It's been proven
that dogs can reduce stress levels and even help people cope with grief.
Mine is a laugh a minute. She knows how to "politely" beg for a cookie
and then tell me it's time to go outside for a walk. If I've had a bad
day, she knows it. I've read that children who have pets are often less
self-centered than those who don't. Sheba provides me with all kinds of
emotional and psychological benefits as well as companionship, loyalty,
and affection. Okay, she can also be a pain in the neck at times
(Shelties shed something awful and like to bark). That said, having
Sheba around makes a huge positive difference in my day. Good
reader, let's try not to be so teachy. (I hasten to add that I am
preaching to myself.) Let's put the responsibility where it belongs: on
the individual. If your conscience troubles because you own a dog (or a
boat or an iPad or whatever), then follow it. Are there drawbacks to pet
ownership? There can be. They require time and attention. They require a
financial investment. They require daily exercise to stay well-balanced.
They make it difficult to be away from home for long periods of time.
There's no way I could have animals on the farm if I didn't have someone
to take care of them during my travels. Bottom line: There's no cookie
cutter answer to the question: Should I own a dog? Do your due
diligence, check your budget, determine your needs, pray about it, then
go with your heart. As Paul would say, "Let every person be convinced in
his or her own mind" (Rom. 14:5).
Thank you, Sheba, for being you -- for wanting to follow me around, for
teaching me how to live one day at a time, for cheering me up when I'm
down, for loving me for just being me, for enriching the lives of
everyone you touch, for getting me out of the house, for making me
laugh, for making every day special, for being a true and faithful
companion through thick and thin, and for showing me just how great is
the Creator God I love and try to serve. You are a joy and a delight. I
thank God for you, girl.
noticed that my little book on the Pauline authorship of Hebrews is now
giveaway to the first person to write me at firstname.lastname@example.org:
NOT a runner!" But have you tried? Look for a race near you, register,
and then walk in it. That first step is the hardest. But I know you can
Join the rest of us
out-of-shape people who are trying to take care of our bodies. I pray
you'll be brave enough to run with passion, not only a race but also
this thing called the race of life. You won't regret it!
miles today. I cut it short because of a wild dog on the trail. Bummer.
Green is spring,
Bright, fresh, and new.
Yellow is the sun,
Bright, bold, and true.
Blue is the sky,
Shimmering and cool.
Purple is the king,
Quite royal in his rule.
Orange is fire,
Burning hot in the night.
Red is fall,
Bold, brilliant, and bright.
All these vivid colors combine,
So that in this world,
We never get bored.
Hey folks. I realize the inanity of what I'm going to talk about here,
but please indulge my enthusiasm. Years ago I decided to study Paul's
list of sufferings in 2 Cor. 6:4-10 while I was preparing the base
translation for the International Standard Version New Testament.
The Greek seems to have neither rhyme nor reason to it.
But then I said to myself, "Dave, you make lists all the time: to-do
lists, grocery lists, lists of books you want to buy or movies you want
to see, farm projects that need to be finished, etc. When your lists get
long, don't you rearrange them so that they have some kind of order
about them?" So you can imagine how tickled pink I felt when I took a
closer look at Paul's list and -- lo and behold -- saw that he had done
exactly the same thing.
In other words, by the time I finished studying the Greek of this
passage, my arrangement of the list in English was a fait accompli. I
have to hem and haw a bit before I say what I want to say here, but
listen, folks, not only are the words of Scripture inspired by God the
Holy Spirit. Yes, I look at the words. I look also at the tense, the
voice, the mood, the person, the number, the word order, the phrase
order, the clause order, and many other things. Just like your monthly
food budget, when it comes to Scripture, you gotta do the math, crunch
the numbers. Downside: If you try to express in English everything
that's in a biblical text, you'll go crazy. Just can't be done. But
can't we try harder?
an example. Notice how Paul begins his list. In effect, he says this:
"In every way we demonstrate that we are God's servants by tremendous
endurance." Then follow "three threes" -- three sets of difficulties
that detail for us what Paul means by "endurance." They are:
difficulties, hardships, calamities
beatings, imprisonments, riots
work, sleepless nights, hunger
stars, how beautifully and wonderful made! Hence our rendering in the
ISV (please note the semi-colons):
... in the
midst of difficulties, hardships, and calamities; in beatings, imprisonments,
and riots; in hard work, sleepless nights, and hunger....
Even better is Eugene Peterson's
in hard times,
tough times, bad times; when we’re beaten up, jailed, and mobbed;
working hard, working late, working without eating....
So why don't we care
about this? Eugene and I don't want to be the only ones gobbling up the
goodies! Like it or not, exegesis requires a close look at the Greek,
which will handsomely repay your effort -- every time. Let me tell you,
the way Paul ends his list is phenomenal. That's just like God to do
that -- the One who crafted ecosystems and integrated colors and
designed the earth so extraordinarily. The Greek has, "As having nothing
and possessing all things." Most English versions do something like
that. But again, Peterson insists on replicating the figure of speech in
the Greek when he writes, "having nothing, having it all." Perfect!
My land, do we have
far to go! But we can't get there without a deep, dark, unhealthy
obsession with Greek. Okay, I'm kidding. But at least a sideward glance
at the Greek might come in handy from time to time.
Wouldn't you agree?
Just did 5 miles on my bike. March totals so far: 10.1 miles.
This is what you deserve after running 5 miles.
I ate half of it for lunch and I'll have the other half for dinner.
That's TWO meals for only $5.50. I'm really gearing up for the race in
just two days. I'm turning into a trail run lover. I don't do it often,
but when I do I find it completely different from road racing. The
trails are so serene and peaceful. Then too, the trail running community
is very laid back and seems to be much less "competitive" than what I
find when I do a 5K in Cary or Morrisville. Still, I'm always scared of
falling, so my pace is slower than normal. But I do enjoy going outside
my comfort zone. I have the same feeling when I'm climbing tall
Right now I'm putting the
finishing touches on a couple of lectures for my NT class this semester.
That is, after a half hour power nap!
This and that
Lord gave us a good, soaking rain last night. The fields are HAPPY!
2) Ben Merkle's lecture in
our NT class yesterday was superb. (No surprises there.) He challenged
the popular "Left Behind" thinking behind such passages as Matthew 24
and Luke 17 (the "Olivet Discourse"). You can read his thoughts
here. I am always pleased when people challenge the status quo. I
have never read LaHaye and Jenkins and don't really plan to do so in the
future. Truth is, too many of us allow our eschatology to influence our
exegesis when it should be the other way around. Thanks for that
reminder yesterday, friend.
3) Last night CNN broadcast
George W. Bush's interview live at the Reagan Library in California.
Bush was plugging his new book of portraits. You can read about it
Never was president Bush
more regaling or pleasant to listen to. I kept nodding my head in
agreement as he waxed elephant about this or that topic, mixing in both
dry wit and self-effacing humor. Example: Portrait drawing is just a
gigantic Charley Horse between the ears. Landscapes? Easy. Seascapes?
Duck soup. But it takes lots and lots of practice to get a face right.
In my own experience, practice doesn't make perfect. It makes permanent.
You just gotta keep working at it because you'll never do it perfectly.
You have to turn off that part of your brain that tells what you think
something looks like and begin listening to the part of your brain that
tells you what you are actually seeing. It's sooooo hard to get past the
flat 2D outcome. Believe me, I know.
The other part of the Bush
interview I enjoyed was hearing the man's heart for our nation's vets.
Fund raising for veterans is the legacy 43 wants to leave behind him,
and I give him solid kudos for that. Let's all be Americans who silence
the screaming voice that yells "GET" and instead listen to our better
angels that whisper "GIVE." I'm betting politics would lose its sheen if
we did this. I'm also betting that materialism would lose its grip and
we'd discover a whole new world of community responsibility. President
Bush, I salute you, sir!
6) I love springtime, don't
you? The birds are chirping and the grass is growing and the buds are
budding and the race season is officially underway. The first two months
of 2017 were tough. I struggled to find my running groove, and a brief
coughing bout didn't help. I'm still off my game, so I'm hoping I can
get back on track during this Saturday's trail run. I'm itching to try
my hand at another difficult race, with lots of hills (as you can see):
As always, I will be slow
and outrun by everyone on the planet. But I'm okay with that as long as
I can say I did my very best. I know I'm a runner because the passion
for racing lies deep within my heart. I may be the slowest kid on the
trail, but nothing can take away my desire to finish strong and push
myself beyond what I think is possible. As always, I'll be running this
race for Becky, and if you'd like to help the cancer fund I've set up in
her memory, feel free to click
here. As you can see, I've got a ways to go to reach my goal but I'm
not giving up. Bec's worth it, and so is the cause.