Stripping Kings of their Crowns: Mark Driscoll, the Fury of Achilles and King David
"Great victories and tragic endings are the common narrative of human experience. The Mars Hill storyline reminds me of Achilles in Homer’s ‘The Iliad.” A great warrior whose ego and anger are legendary. The opening lines of “The Iliad” begins with:
“The rage of Achilles — sing it now, goddess, sing through me the deadly rage that caused the Achaeans such grief and hurled down to Hades the souls of so many fighters, leaving their naked flesh to be eaten by dogs and carrion birds, as the will of Zeus was accomplished.”
To read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise.
"To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise, and one that will task the reader more than any exercise which the customs of the day esteem. It requires a training such as the athletes underwent, the steady intention almost of the whole life to this object. Books must be read deliberately and reservedly, as they were written…No wonder Alexander carried the Iliad with him on his expeditions in a precious casket. A written word is a choicest of relics….Most men have learned to read to serve paltry convenience…but reading as a noble intellectual expertise they know little or nothing; yet this only is reading, in high sense, not that which lulls us as a luxury and suffers the nobler faculties to sleep the while, but what we have to stand on tip-toe to read and devote our most alert and wakeful hours to." -Henry David Thoreau, Walden, ‘Reading’
"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.”
Journalist Ernest J. Hopkins had visited the ranch just weeks before London’s death, and reported the following in the San Francisco Bulletin, 2 December 1916:
“‘I would rather be ashes than dust… said Jack London not two months before his death, to a group of friends with whom he was discussing, as he loved to discuss, the eternal problems of life and living.
“So be careful how you live; be mindful of your steps. Don’t run around like idiots as the rest of the world does. Instead, walk as the wise! Make the most of every living and breathing moment because these are evil times. So understand and be confident in God’s will, and don’t live thoughtlessly.”—Ephesians 5:15-17 (The Voice Bible)
A piece of urban liturgy I wrote as a prayerful response to the lectionary readings this week (Matthew 13:1-9/18-23, Isaiah 55:10-13, Psalm 65:1-13, Romans 8:1-11). I tried to let the fullness of the words become the images to declare in welcoming faith.
Two other women, also breast cancer survivors, said their husbands left them after they were diagnosed. Both had to have mastectomies (in case anyone doesn’t know, this is the surgical operation to remove one or both breasts).
The first woman said her husband told her that he would rather see her dead than see her lose her breasts. The second woman had her operation and waited all day to be picked up by her husband, who never arrived. By nightfall, one of the nurses offered to give her a ride, and she came home to find the house empty.
Obviously, these are extreme cases of a man’s reaction to his wife’s breast cancer, but this is what I see when I see the “I ♥ Boobies” bracelets. I see love of the body parts, not the person being treated—not the patient, not the victim, not the survivor.