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Elder Epiphanios:

This weekend, I talked to an old friend — a Unitarian — about Hell. Actually, we were talking about religious extremists, Christian fundamentalists in particular, and he just pointed me to an episode of “This American Life” about a modern heretic who decided Hell wasn’t real. I listened to the the tape and wrote my friend this email:

• The prosperity gospel preachers are generally considered wrong or, to use the show’s language, heretical. Teaching that God is going to make sure you prosper if you give money to the Church (a main component of this guy’s teaching) is just wrong.
• T.D. Jakes was one of the people condemning this guy? Christianity Today did an article on T.D. Jakes since Jakes refuses to say without equivocation that he believes in the Trinity. The Trinity is far more basic to Christian dogma than Hell is.
• When he was describing his “conversion” experience — watching starving people in Africa — I was struck that it felt like the only way he could rationalize his inaction. “Well go if you have to save the from Hell. … But, wait! They’re not going to hell! They’re escaping it! … Now I don’t have to do anything!”
• The canonization of scripture is described cynically, but, yes, church leaders did decide which books ended up in the Bible. This is something many Protestants, especially the KJV crowd (which Pentecostals tend to be) don’t realize. The man probably rejects the historical church (i.e. Roman Catholic, Orthodox, etc.) so, yeah, as a result he gets to interpret scripture pretty much context-free.
• Finally, “Hell”. Many people spend way too much time worrying about esoterica. Hell is esoterica. And this “heretic” is absolutely right that they spend way too much time creating an image of God as someone who likes to punish people. Yes, claiming “God is Love, but he’s sending you to hell” isn’t very endearing. (I never liked Pascal’s Wager, either.)

I found (and attached) this quote from Saint Anthony in “River of Fire”:

God is good, dispassionate, and immutable. Now someone who thinks it reasonable and true to affirm that God does not change, may well ask how, in that case, it is possible to speak of God as rejoicing over those who are good and showing mercy to those who honor Him, and as turning away from the wicked and being angry with sinners. To this it must be answered that God neither rejoices nor grows angry, for to rejoice and to be offended are passions; nor is He won over by the gifts of those who honor Him, for that would mean He is swayed by pleasure. It is not right that the Divinity feel pleasure or displeasure from human conditions. He is good, and He only bestows blessings and never does harm, remaining always the same. We men, on the other hand, if we remain good through resembling God, are united to Him, but if we become evil through not resembling God, we are separated from Him. By living in holiness we cleave to God; but by becoming wicked we make Him our enemy. It is not that He grows angry with us in an arbitrary way, but it is our own sins that prevent God from shining within us and expose us to demons who torture us. And if through prayer and acts of compassion we gain release from our sins, this does not mean that we have won God over and made Him to change, but that through our actions and our turning to the Divinity, we have cured our wickedness and so once more have enjoyment of God’s goodness. Thus to say that God turns away from the wicked is like saying that the sun hides itself from the blind.

This made me curious. Serendipitously, I had a tab open in my web browser to Christ the Conqueror of Hell. When I finally got around to reading it, I found some Universalist, but aparently completly Orthodox, thoughts:

Christian consciousness in the East admits the opportunity to be saved not only for those who believe during their lifetime, but also those who were not given to believe yet pleased God with their good works.

The interesting contrast is that Bishop Hilarion Alfeyev doesn’t say that Hell doesn’t exist, but that Hell isn’t eternal, that Christ completely destroyed Satan’s power and, with it, the power of Hell, that any Hell is one of our own making and that righteousness isn’t an exclusive trait of Christians.

Last Friday, I ordered some rails for my server from Aberdeen Inc. Rails only cost about $30, but, like I told them, I had to have these in my hands by Wednesday. Since they don’t keep them in stock (my server wasn’t a recent purchase) they said they would drop ship them from the manufacturer. And, since I needed the rails as soon as possible, I paid $60 for overnight shipping. Today, I started looking for a tracking number and, not finding one, called them back. “Bad News, the manufacturer doesn’t have any in stock. But they might be getting them in today. We’ll know later today.” Grmbl! I hate things like this. I debated whether to cancel my order or not, but decided to sit tight. A couple of hours later, though, they called back. “Good news! We couldn’t get any from the manufacturer, but we managed to find some in our warehouse packaged with another server. We’re shipping them out today.” Kudos to Aberdeen for going the extra mile for a $20 pair of rails. As a friend said, “I’ve paid a lot more than that for service much worse.”

Recently, due to a situation not entirely beyond my control, I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster. This past weekend, I dropped virtually everything. Instead of doing any of the “Important” projects that I have, I spent Saturday helping put up a trellis to train our climbing roses. Evidently the fishheads she put down when planting them made them really take off. The next day after church we came home and blew bubbles. The neighbor’s daughter and I sat blowing bubble after bubble. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in popping them before they even took off, so my face and beard were soon covered with sticky, soapy bubble mess. And then we drove to Barnes and Noble and just sat around. Lily, our two-year-old, fell asleep on the way, so I sat in a comfy chair listening to their music reading a Neal Stephenson novel, with Lily sleeping in my arms. Stepping back and reprioritizing like this — dropping everything else I had planned — helps me a lot.

Los Angeles Times: Bit Player Blog:

On Friday, Corel informed WinDVD users that they had to download a “security update” in order to continue playing high-definition discs. They’ll have about three months to do so; after that, all newly minted high-def discs will include a set of instructions that permanently disables the older, hacked version of the software. Users who put one of these new discs into their PC will not be unable to play that disc, but they’ll render the software incapable of playing any other high-def Hollywood movie — even the older ones in their personal collections. Ouch!

Yet another reason to avoid hi-def DVDs.  (Besides the fact that I don’t own an HDTV.)

What “beta” means in a web site name:

Sorry, we’re not telling you the truth about our service and the benefits, and that’s why we’re calling the service beta; once we’ve found out how to do it right and still earn some money with it, we’ll remove the beta sign.

Especially liked the MySpace example.  I was especially surprised to find that Ted Haggard was “in my network” (when he had a MySpace page.)

Pearls Before Breakfast:

Before he began, [Joshua Bell, 39 year old concert violinist] hadn’t known what to expect. What he does know is that, for some reason, he was nervous. “It wasn’t exactly stage fright, but there were butterflies,” he says. “I was stressing a little.” Bell has played, literally, before crowned heads of Europe. Why the anxiety at the Washington Metro? “When you play for ticket-holders,” Bell explains, “you are already validated. I have no sense that I need to be accepted. I’m already accepted. Here, there was this thought: What if they don’t like me? What if they resent my presence . . .”

I’m no classical music fan.  With a few years of musicianship (if forced servitude on a piano and time spent in High School Band can be called “musicianship”) in my background, I recognize classical music for what it is: complex, beautiful music.  But I don’t go out of my way to listen to it. But then, I don’t go out of my way to listen to music, period.   Usually, I work to the sounds of the household — kids screaming, dishwasher humming, cars passing — but there are times when I’ll put on a pair of headphones and listen to some Trance music or Classical. If I were a worker-bee on my way to work, I’d probably pass this busker up just the same way I’ve passed up buskers in the subway of New York or passed by the Jazz musicians in the streets of New Orleans’ French Quarter.  I’m doing something else, and it doesn’t really mean that the music isn’t any good, I’m just focused elsewhere. I told this story to my wife and kids and asked them: “What does it mean?  What does it tell us that a world-famous violinist can’t get people to stop and listen to his music if he plays on the street corner?” “Don’t cast your pearls before the swine” dvfmama responded (No, I didn’t tell her the title of the article) and “Marketing.  It takes good marketing to make a successful musician.”  Both of which are true, of course. In winterspeak, where I first saw this article, Zimran talks about how incredibly wrong the predictions people made for this scenario were.  Still, I wonder, if you put Joshua Bell on the corner of a South London street, how different the reaction would be.

The outward observance of sacraments [dive into mark]:

The absence from Friends’ worship of the outward observance of the Lord’s Supper, water baptism, and other sacraments emphasizes the reality of inward experience. Friends are aware of the power of a true, inward baptism of the Holy Spirit; in meeting for worship at its best they know direct communion with God and fellowship with one another.

As the member of a very sacramental church (some would even say our liturgy is Byzantine I absolutely agree that there /must/ be an inward experience — that sacrament cannot be an outward-only experience.

That said, my experience, and the (admittedly disaffected) Anabaptists I’ve talked to agree, is that we need the physical manifestation of the sacraments. We’re not purely spiritual beings and the physical act leads us to the spiritual truth. Still, I would say even this physical/spiritual dichotomy (physical act vs spiritual truth) is a false one. The spiritual truth is “one” with the physical act.

(Left as a comment, too…)