The apologetic of story



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I’m not sure what set off this train of thought, though I think it was something in a rather good novel I’m reading, which I’ll review in a few days, I expect. The thesis I’d like to defend tonight is this—that Christian fiction carries out a valuable apologetic (that means an argument for the faith) function for the church, an form of apologetic that has only one superior among the weapons in our arsenal.

I’ve long held the opinion that the chief reason people leave the church nowadays is a desire to be rid of Christian morality, particularly (but not exclusively) sexual morality.

But perhaps the number two reason (I suspect) is suffering. Suffering experienced oneself, and suffering observed second-hand, or even heard about. Often even fictional suffering. Continue reading The apologetic of story

Two-ton trailer

At long last! Months in the making! Hundreds spent! A cast of a dozen or so! My book trailer for West Oversea.

Looking at it dispassionately now, I’m generally pleased. There are some rough joins that could be sanded down a little, and I might have synched the music to the action better, but my main frustrations still have to do with Windows Live Movie Maker’s inherent limitations, especially in terms of sound editing.

Still, I think I achieved something resembling what I intended.

Now it remains for you, my loyal posse, to spread it around. Make it viral.

Or at least mildly allergic.

Review of Cruciform by Jimmy Davis



Jesus calls us to take up our cross daily, and in doing so, our lives will take the shape of His cross. Jimmy Davis describes such a life in his book, Cruciform: Living the Cross-Shaped Life, possibly the best under-the-radar, Christian Living book this year. He writes, “We are shaped by the cross into the shape of the cross,” and thus are transformed to fulfill roles of seeker, shepherd, sower and steward.

I will summarize these points.

  • As children of God, we seek his kingdom and his righteousness first (Matthew 6:33). We desire to act like him, to love and think like him. We look to Jesus as our example for living well.
  • “In relationship to other disciples,” Davis writes, “the servant is a shepherd, one who encourages brothers and sisters in Christ, who loves and labors with them” for the kingdom (Colossians 3:12-16). There are caveats with this point, but generally speaking we love and work with each other keeping the abundant life of Christ in mind.
  • To those who aren’t disciples, we sow the gospel through actions and conversation. We have compassion for the crowds, like Jesus does (Matthew 9:37), praying for them and serving them for the sake of His kingdom.
  • For everything in God’s creation, we are stewards on His behalf of all the resources God has given us: “body, time, talents/gifts, money, head/heart/hands, words, work, creation” (Matthew 24:45-51).

We do this due to a focus on Christ’s life, which is essentially cross-shaped, and out of the source of our spiritual strength, which is a cross-shaped spirit. Each of these roles intermingles with the community in which they serve, a give-and-take that makes Jesus’ disciples interdependent. Davis carries these concepts through the end of the book as he describes that cross-shaped source of our spiritual lives.

Each chapter opens with a well-written, personal example of that chapter’s theme, showing how he has learned and continues to learn the principles he has written here. Perhaps the most difficult of these principles is the overcoming of sin by faith, not by effort (Galatians 3:1-5), which is the reason Davis builds his book on it. His constant refrain throughout the book sings of the grace by which we were saved being the same grace through which we obey and are made holy. Even in the worst situations (the last chapter begins with one), our Heavenly Father’s grace gives us the strength to persevere.

I look forward to living perpetually in that grace. Sometimes I think I’ve learned that lesson, and then I discover I haven’t. I want to make space in my daily routine to hear the gospel, to dwell on the Father’s love, as Davis describes it, because that cross-shaped song is where the abundant life is.

Fantasy and Experimentation

Paste has an interesting list of graphic novels this week. These history and alt-history titles look good: Defiance by Carla Jablonski and Leland Purvis, The Red Wing by Jonathan Hickman and Nick Pitarra.

In loosely related news, the U.S. Army is testing a bionic exoskeleton to help soldiers carry more farther and run at 7 mph for a long stretch. Tests have gone well, and they appear to be close to battlefield exercises. What are they calling it? Human Universal Load Carrier or HULC.

Flash Fiction: The First Time

He pitches another rock over the barley stalks.
“Is my work not vital? Of course. That’s not what he rejects. I am. What more could he…? Does he need blood?”
His brother calls from the hilltop. Cain lifts his face to him. “Blood I can get,” he mutters.
“Are you still angry?” Abel asks. “If you do well, he will accept you.”
“I know you’re right,” he replies. And favored. Cain feigns confession and waits for his brother to turn his back. The stone shatters against Abel’s skull. Cain strikes him again as thunder rolls above—what have you done?

Post-Fourth musings of a Fess Parker fan

To maintain the spirit of the Independence Day holiday, while shrewdly combining it with themes in my Davy Crockett post a couple days back, I thought I’d share a few examples of Crockett’s own prose (or Chilton’s, or Abbott’s). Things that I found amusing or illuminating. Then I’ll draw a vapid conclusion.

From A Narrative of the Life of David Crockett of the State of Tennessee, by David Crockett [and Thomas Chilton]:

“And for the information of young hunters, I will just say, in this place, that whenever a fellow gets bad lost, the way home is just the way he don’t think it is. This rule will hit nine times out of ten.”

“I didn’t think that courage ought to be measured by the beard, for fear a goat would have the preference over a man.”

“We were in a devil of a fix; part of our men on one side of the creek, and part on the other, and the Indians all the time pouring it on us, as hot as fresh mustard to a sore shin.”

“We considered this a good warrant, though it was only in verbal writing.”

“I was determined to stand up to my lick-log, salt or no salt.”

“But I asked a bear no favours, further than civility….”

[Of the political practice of buying drinks for prospective voters:] “…for [politicians] all treat in that country; not to get elected, of course—for that would be against the law; but just, as I before said, to make themselves and their friends feel their keeping a little.”

“I voted against this Indian bill, and my conscience yet tells me that I gave a good honest vote, and one that I believe will not make me ashamed in the day of judgment.”

From David Crockett: His Life and Adventures, by John S. C. Abbott:

“There were some gentlemen that invited me to go to Cambridge, where the big college or university is, where they keep ready-made titles or nick-names to give people. I would not go, for I did not know but they might stick an LL.D. on me before they let me go….”

And finally, a quotation by Abbott himself, which might help to explain why he chose to produce a censored version of Crockett’s own book, though he obviously found the man’s manners and morals unacceptable to the refined mind:

The idea seemed never to have entered his mind that there could be any person superior to David Crockett, or any one so humble that Crockett was entitled to look down upon him with condescension…. And this was not the result of thought, of any political or moral principle. It was a part of his nature, which belonged to him without any volition, like his stature or complexion. This is one of the rarest qualities to be found in any man.

Abbott’s book isn’t worth a lot, but I think there’s some insight there. Crockett was an early example of a kind of American politician which would later be perfected in another son of frontiersmen, Abraham Lincoln. A new thing was happening in America, something never before seen in the world, and I think it’s appropriate to celebrate David Crockett as a political, as well as a geographical, pioneer.

"On this humid Monday morning…"

For Independence Day, this rather silly vignette, loosely based, not on an actual event, but on something Benjamin Franklin once proposed in jest. From the film version of “1776,” featuring Ken Howard as Thomas Jefferson, Howard Da Silva as Franklin, and the great William Daniels as John Adams.

A happy Fourth to you all!

Contrary Meanings

The Wordsmith’s Word of the Day is focusing on words with meanings that contradict, such as today’s word, ravel, which can mean to entangle and untangle. For example: “Colin Innes, from the Department of Public Works, says the roads tend to get worse in the spring. ‘In the spring here we’ve seen all kinds of failures related to frost boils and things raveling apart and potholes.'”

Two biographies of Davy Crockett


“When I got there, it was to the utter astonishment of my wife; for she supposed I was dead. My neighbours who had started with me had returned and took my horse home, which they had found with theirs; and they reported that they had seen men who had helped to bury me; and who saw me draw my last breath. I know’d this was a whapper of a lie, as soon as I heard it.”

This Mark Twain-esque passage comes from A Narrative Of the Life of David Crockett, Of the State Of Tennessee. It purports to be the autobiography of Congressman Crockett. Historians are divided as to the extent of the truth of that claim. It’s now known that he collaborated with a fellow congressman and Baptist minister, Thomas Chilton, to produce the book. No one knows how much Crockett actually contributed (writing was a hard job for him, he himself admitted). Still, for this reader, the narrator’s voice is unmistakable, and I thought I could tell when an educated hand took over to insert more refined passages.

If Davy Crockett had been born in the 20th Century, he’d have lived in a trailer park. I don’t say that in condescension. He took considerable pride in belonging to the lowest stratum of white society, the movers and fringe population who drifted ahead of the great waves of settlement, living a subsistence life where more Indians than whites dwelt. Until he discovered that his affability and storytelling skills could win him political office, he could boast no distinction at all, aside from being one of Tennessee’s foremost bear hunters. He’d served honorably under Andrew Jackson in the Creek War, but with no great distinction either. He made several efforts to become a man of wealth, but never once achieved any success, except in election. Continue reading Two biographies of Davy Crockett