VOS, VoS, V.O.S., Voice of Soul

FAQ – Frequently Asked Question:

Question: Who is VOS? and is VOS related to the Vos Virtual Network?

Answer: V.O.S, “Voice of Soul” is a Korean R&B group that is made up of members Choi Hyun-joon, Park Ji-hun, and Kim Kyung-rok. The group debuted in 2004 under record company, Star Empire Entertainment. In year 2007, V.O.S released a special single album and the title track called ” Everyday” has become very popular to most of the Korean public, leading to an increasing number of fans.

VOS is also the acronym for Virtual Operating System.

The Vos Virtual Network is a fast growing online magazine (blog) published by Douglas Vos from the Detroit (Michigan) area. The Vos Virtual Network covers a variety of topics… including anthropology, biology, musicology, theology and technology.

St. Augustine of Hippo

St. Augustine was born on this day, November 13th, in the year 354 AD.  Augustine wrote many great writings (including City of God), but most revealing of his personal views (his blog about life), is his Confessions, which is an  account of his earlier life.

There are many online editions of Augustine’s Confessions, including the versions offered by Bartleby,  CCEL, Fordham University, and Google books. What follows is a brief excerpt from St. Augustine’s Confessions, the second book.

I WILL now call to mind my past foulness, and the carnal corruptions of my soul; not because I love them, but that I may love Thee, O my God. For love of Thy love I do it; reviewing my most wicked ways in the very bitterness of my remembrance, that Thou mayest grow sweet unto me (Thou sweetness never failing, Thou blissful and assured sweetness); and gathering me again out of that my dissipation, wherein I was torn piecemeal, while turned from Thee, the One Good, I lost myself among a multiplicity of things. For I even burnt in my youth heretofore, to be satiated in things below; and I dared to grow wild again, with these various and shadowy loves; my beauty consumed away, and I stank in Thine eyes; pleasing myself, and desirous to please in the eyes of men.

And what was it that I delighted in, but to love, and be beloved? but I kept not the measure of love, of mind to mind, friendship’s bright boundary: but out of the muddy concupiscene of the flesh, and the bubblings of youth, mists fumed up which beclouded and overcast my heart, that I could not discern the clear brightness of love from the fog of lustfulness. Both did confusedly boil in me, and hurried my unstayed youth over the precipice of unholy desires, and sunk me in a gulf of flagitiousness. Thy wrath had gathered over me, and I knew it not. I was grown deaf by the clanking of the chain of my mortality, the punishment of the pride of my soul, and I strayed further from Thee, and Thou lettest me alone, and I was tossed about, and wasted, and dissipated, and I boiled over in my fornications, and Thou heldest Thy peace, O Thou my tardy joy! Thou then heldest Thy peace, and I wandered further and further from Thee, into more and more fruitless seed-plots of sorrows, with a proud dejectedness, and a restless weariness.

Title track from the upcoming live worship album, “A New Hallelujah“, available October 28th, 2008. You’ll see the African Childrens Choir singing along in the video. Perhaps there are a few souls looking for hope after the financial troubles of the past week. This is “A New Hallelujah” – not Jeff Buckley’s  Hallelujah, or Handel’s grand old Hallelujah.

Hallelujah—means “Praise the LORD!” The word is made by putting together two Hebrew words: Hallelu (meaning “praise”) and Yah (for the name of God, “Yahweh,” or “the LORD”). Hallelujah is also the title of the Hollywood’s first all black film, produced in 1929 (the same year that Dr. Martin Luther King was born). Another interesting connection – October 28, 1929 was Black Monday in the stock market crash leading up to the Great Depression.

Look for A New Hallelujah, coming out on October 28, 2008.

Sanctus Real – Everything About You

Be my light in this darkened room…
Questions fade when you invade
You chase all my fears away
With your love in my atmosphere
All confusion disappears
And nothing but your truth remains

Cathleen Falsani is a popular and awarding winning columnist for the Chicago Sun Times, and author of The God Factor.  Falsani (aka godgurl) was anointed 2005 Religion Writer of the Year, by the Religion Newswriters Association.  She’s a graduate of Wheaton College and holds master’s degrees in journalism and theology.

Falsani says grace (by her definition) is something unexpected. In Sin Boldly – A Field Guide for Grace, published in September 2008, she goes looking for God’s grace in places you would not expect to find it.  She looks for God, in places people think He doesn’t go.  It’s a delightful, fast reading collection of essays, looking for God in “all the wrong places”, yet finding traces of God’s grace … even there.  It’s a field guide for grace, so put your blue jeans and hiking boots on. Falsani leads the expedition through AIDS infested Africa, and into hurricane devastated  Mississippi… looking for grace under every fallen, rotten tree in the forest. Falsani goes “out into the wild places” looking for grace where grace doesn’t exist… and finds it.

Sin Boldly - A Field Guide for Grace

This is a book primarily for people who say they’ve never experienced grace, that it doesn’t exist, or at least they don’t believe it does. (p.11)

Justice is getting what you deserve. Mercy is not getting what you deserve. Grace is getting what you absolutely don’t deserve. (p.14)

Falsani quotes Bono‘s song entitled Grace. “Grace, she takes the blame, she covers the shame, removes the stain… Grace makes beauty out of ugly things.” (p.14,15)

My friend Joe Thorn, who’s a pastor in the Chicago area joined a Facebook fanclub for the book and that caught my eye. I’m a Detroiter, so I rarely read anything in the Chicago Sun Times, and I had never heard of Falsani before.  Something about the book title intrigued me… err, maybe it was just the book title that snagged my attention. Sin Boldly. What does that mean? Sounds kind of dangerous.  My dear wife Jane raised her eyebrows and said something like… “Be careful – it sounds like it could be some Hokey Pokey”.  “And his evil cousin Hankey Pankey”, I quipped in reply.  BTW – Hokey Pokey is in the book. (p.38)

The phrase “Sin Boldly” actually comes from a letter of the great Reformation leader Martin Luther to his friend Phillip Melanchthon.

If you are a preacher of Grace, then preach a true, not a fictitious grace; if grace is true, you must bear a true and not a fictitious sin. God does not save people who are only fictitious sinners. Be a sinner and sin boldly, but believe and rejoice in Christ even more boldly. For he is victorious over sin, death, and the world.

I used to live in Grand Rapids and ride my bike past Zondervan publishing headquarters at the intersection of Robinson Rd. and Lake Drive. Yes I did. Zondervan and I go way back. So I’m not unaware of the deep traditions in Christian publishing, and the connection between Wheaton and Grand Rapids. But, I had no idea what to expect in this book from the “God Girl” of  Chicago.

People tend to make up their mind about a book before they even read it.

I read and review a lot of technical books. In fact many of the books I review are technical manuals about various aspects of web site design, databases, or dynamic computer languages. So, this book was a great change of pace, an easy read, and a blessing in several ways.  Cathleen Falsani is a great story teller. I read the book for several hours while riding down to Roanoke, Virginia, and again for a few hours during the ride back home to Detroit.

The first thing that caught my eye, when opening the book was the quote from Lee Strobel (another Chicago area journalist, and author of The Case for the Real Jesus). Lee said:

Here’s an utterly original, unflinchingly honest, heart-expanding treatment of my favorite topic: the grace of God.

Probably the next thing that snagged my attention in the book was the quote from the esteemed Christian Reformed scholar, Louis Berkhof – from his book Systematic Theology – talking about common grace: it “curbs the destructive power of sin, maintains in a measure the moral order of the universe… and showers untold blessings upon the children of men.” (p.10) This hit really close to home, since I grew up in the CRC and read Berkhof’s Systematic Theology in college. (Maybe I should pay attention to what’s going on in this book.)

Sin Boldy is not a technical book, and not a “Systematic Theology”.  We sniff a few sweet flavors of grace at the beginning of the book (p.10) common grace, special grace, irresistible grace, saving grace, protecting, and dying grace. However, there is never an attempt to define each term through precise technical descriptions. Instead, the book is a collection of stories that reveal grace.  We are stalking the wild Aslan in the darkest jungle – except Aslan is really stalking us.

Each chapter is a different short story, and the stories are loosely connected, and sprinkled with quips that make you stop and think.  “Once you let Jesus in your kitchen, He just keeps making peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and He never leaves.” (p.24)

Chapter 2 – Bouncing Into Graceland, describes a visit to Elvis Presley’s Graceland estate. Cathleen decided to visit her old college friend Bubba, and together they would tour Graceland, in Memphis, Tennessee.

Bubba is my “best good friend”, as in Forrest and Bubba in Forrest Gump. He calls me Kitty and I call him Bubba… Our extraordinary friendship is on of the great blessings of my life. When we were freshmen, I read a book in my Theology 101 class, called The Go-Between God … God’s grace is what makes the connections between people that wouldn’t happen otherwise… It’s the only legitimate explanation for how this liberal journalist, freelance Christian, Connecticut Yankee and the self-proclaimed “high-tech hillbilly”, pride of Yazoo City, Mississippi formed a life long bond…

Bubba admitted that he was a bit skeptical about looking for the grace of God at Elvis’ Graceland estate:

… and good five-point Calvinist that he is, proceeded to lecture me on his thorough and erudite theological understanding of grace, and his concern that many Christians might misunderstand it as a kind of “get outta jail free card” – to sin, if not boldly, at least with abandon.  (p. 20,21)

Later… Bubba admitted he might be over thinking the concept of grace. “Us five-pointers should be the ones to understand and convey grace the best, but we’re not… but grace has got me in a headlock and won’t let me go.” (p.21)

Bubba makes me laugh harder than anyone I know… like that scene in Mary Poppins where Bert and Uncle Albert are laughing so hard they start to levitate. (p.21)

There’s a lot about Elvis that’s easy to mock, and believe me, we have. (p. 22)

This was funny, but I was getting kind of bored with this chapter, not sure where it was going… until I came to the section about Elvis winning the Grammy awards, and singing How Great Thou Art.

Did you know the only Grammy awards Elvis won were for gospel recordings? The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll won his first Grammy in 1967 for Best Sacred Performance for the gospel album, How Great Thou Art.

My mother sang How Great Thou Art at her own funeral. Actually, my dad played a recording of my mother singing How Great Thou Art from a family home recording made 10 years earlier. (We also sang it in church yesterday morning.)

Chapter 3 – Jane was driving as we headed south on highway 77, near Charleston, West Virginia. I was reading the chapter called Driving and Crying.

Reminders of the Father’s love… a few crumbs of grace … from chapter 3:

She talks about childhood memories… the moment of grace in the guise of a song… and quoting Frederick Buechner: “Pay attention to the things that bring a tear to your eye or a lump in your throat, because they are signs that the holy is drawing near.” (p.36)

Driving while listening to music is one of life’s greatest pleasures. It’s a spiritual practice I learned from my father… I would accompany Daddy on the ride from our home in Connecticut into Manhattan… Many of my fondest memories from childhood are of those regular road trips in his Karmann Ghia, whizzing along the Henry Hudson Parkway, listening to his favorite traditional jazz station on the AM-only radio, talking about nothing in particular, and eating Cracker Jacks from the box he always kept in a hidden compartment… (p.36)

She quotes Lin Brehmer, the Reverend of Rock-n-Roll, from WXRT radio in Chicago:

As we get older, we begin to consider our mortality. The godless man might ask himself at the end of his life, “Have I miscalculated?” (p.37)

The book continues on the journey, “looking for God in the places some people say God isn’t supposed to be.” (p.38) “What brings a tear to the eye of one person, is not the thing that puts a lump in the throat of another, but for everyone there is some music that changes their life… for me, it might be Jeff Buckley’s  Hallelujah…” (p.41)

Chapter 8 – The Screaming Frenchman

By the time I got halfway through chapter 8, I finally decided that it was OK to enjoy reading this book, and  soak up the lessons that God was teaching me through reading it. God’s grace is revealed more clearly when He draws near to us in unexpected ways. The book was hitting me close to my heart – connecting me with people and events I had heard about in recent conversations with friends.

Bubba made me promise to visit the Screaming Frenchman… I was on a road trip to the post-Katrina Gulf Coast… I almost didn’t go. (p.77) As I pulled into the muddy driveway of his home hear the center of town, I spotted his SUV and a bumper sticker. It said WWJBD? – as in What Would Jimmy Buffet Do? That’s my kind of pastor. (p.78)

Young people from my church (near Detroit) worked with the Screaming Frenchman (Pastor Jean Larroux) last summer in Mississippi.  (My dull brain was starting to connect the dots.)  That same evening, Sarah (the sister in law) showed me a PowerPoint presentation of home repairs they made while working with Lagniappe Presbyterian Church when she traveled with a group of young people down to Mississippi — from her church in Roanoke, VA.

Falsani relates the conversations about grace with Jean Larroux.

“I would say that grace is startling,” Jean told me…. “It’s just startling. It isn’t supposed to work.” (p.79)

The day after the storm (Katrina Hurricane of August 2005),  Jean arrived in his hometown to find that his cousins had just pulled the bodies of their parents from the wreckage of their destroyed house. So many people along the Gulf Coast of Mississippi and Louisiana have similar tales of unthinkable loss. I find the depth of the sorrows they have to bear impossible to fathom. (.p 79)

When Jean told the powers that be in his denomination that he wanted to start a church in the Bay, they said it couldn’t be done. This is where Jean’s stubbornness and, perhaps, God’s stubborn grace came into play. “My definition of grace would be multifaceted, but part of it would certainly be God’s passion for brokenness. He does, he really does love brokenness” Jean told me. “This is a hard place to live, but God is bigger than hard places to live.”(p.80,81)

At the end of Lagniappe Presbyterian Church’s first year, the congregation, peopled by local folks who had lost almost everything (living in FEMA trailers) … and volunteers from across the country … in a steady stream to help the community rebuild …. had $1.7 million in the church coffers…  The congregation committed to giving away 10 percent of all they were given and in that first year was able to write $170,000 in benevolence checks to help struggling broken people in other parts of the world. In fact Lagniappe is the largest single donor to a ministry in Colorado that helps sex workers escape the sex-for-sale industry. (p.81)

I read Chapter 16 (The Purple Mamas of Asembo Bay) to Jane and the girls as we traveled north on I-77, Sunday afternoon, Sept 7th. The chapter describes the purple robed women of Asembo Bay, Kenya.

The Women’s Cooperative of Asembo Bay is a group of twenty six widows who pool their resources and care for about seventy children (many of them orphans who have lost their parents to AIDS). (p.162)

I asked if I could do anything for them… one of the youngest Mamas, a shy teenage mother wearing a red and black soccer jersey and a white kerchief on her head said … “Tell our story”.

We all liked that chapter.

The book has 20 chapters, plus a free grace lagniappe (bonus) chapter at the end. My lagniappe gift for you: Visit the Zondervan website about the book, and view a short video clip interview with the author Cathleen Falsani. You can also read Falsani’s blog – The Dude Abides, where she frequently posts new stories.

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David Crumm recently reviewed the book and interviewed Falsani. The book has number of great stories about Cathleen’s good-buddy from college days — the mystery man named Bubba (a conservative Presbyterian boy from Mississippi). I was curious who Bubba was too, so I’m glad David asked for some  background on Bubba.

Bubba’s real name is John Michael Pillow. He and I met (20 years ago last week) as freshmen at Wheaton College, which was an unlikely place for either one of us to wind up. We couldn’t be different, on paper, if we tried.   When we met, he was the son of the second-largest cotton plantation owner in Mississippi. He was the first person in his family to live above the Mason-Dixon line. He was a white, sneaker-wearing, guitar-playing guy who liked girls who were the opposite of me.

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Joel Hamernick reviewed Sin Boldly in his City Grace blog, and connected the dots from Falsani’s narrative to  Tim Keller’s apologetic style.

Falsani’s book made me think about a recent argument made by Tim Keller that religion advocates typically are so disconnected from disbelievers that they caricature one another in argument, find no common ground, and  therefore have meaningless conversations that are more attack than discussion.

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An excerpt from the book (the chapter called “Man Hands”) appeared in the Chicago Sun Times, August 29th, 2008, under the title, Why Jesus Had Great Hands.

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A word of caution to my theologically literate, conservative, Presbyterian Bubba buddies, because I know what you might be thinking…

Cathleen Falsani writes a regular column on the Huffington Post, like her recent post Embrace Your Grace. After reading a few paragraphs of her edgy Chicago area religion posts for Huffington, like Give Context a Chance, you might NOT want to give context a chance. I can already hear the murmuring…  Rev. Dr. Jeremiah Wright ( Barack Obama’s former pastor at Trinity UCC ) is too far left (funny … Wright is too far left) — or too far out of the suburban comfort zone. Hey, Dr. Wright was too far out of Obama’s comfort zone… You might be thinking that Father Michael Pfleger is too far out there (Hallelujah … praise God … somebody scream Hallelujah) … with his liberation theology… and even Fox News does a better job of explaining what Jesus was talking about in John 17… or do they?

It get’s complicated and confusing real quick… because it’s an election year, and people get all emotional and stop thinking logically.  It’s true that Falsani covers the religion beat for the Chicago Sun Times. But it’s too easy to dismiss Falsani as “another Obama mama”, just because she lives in the Chicago area and reports on the activities of the churches in her neighborhood.

I can hear the critics now: “A Wright supporter? Oh, you can write her off, without even reading the book.”   There are several silly silogisms in this logic… so slow it down a little bit, and think about it from the other Bubba’s perspective. Now that we “vented a little steam” about the concerns you have, go read the book.

Scrolls found in caves near the Dead Sea in Israel turned out to be one of the greatest finds in archaeology.

More than 2,000 years after they were written, the Dead Sea Scrolls are going digital as part of an effort to better preserve the ancient texts and let more people see them than ever before, according to reports on CNN, the Associated Press, and the New York Times.  The high-tech initiative, announced today, will also reveal text that was not visible to the naked eye.

Over the next two years, the Israel Antiquities Authority will digitally photograph and scan every bit of crumbling parchment and papyrus that makes up the scrolls, which include the oldest written record of the Bible’s Old Testament. The images will be posted on the Internet for anyone to see.

Since 1992, A Way Out has been rescuing women from Memphis’ prostitution, stripping, and drug culture. Out of 248 women helped, only seven have ever returned to “the industry” after completing the program.

I will destroy the wisdom of the wise, and the discernment of the discerning will I bring to nought.

γεγραπται γαρ απολω την σοφιαν των σοφων και την συνεσιν των συνετων αθετησω.

I WILL DESTROY THE WISDOM OF THE WISE,
AND THE CLEVERNESS OF THE CLEVER, I WILL SET ASIDE.

Works of John Locke - page. 81 - Quoting the prophet Isaiah

לָכֵן, הִנְנִי יוֹסִף לְהַפְלִיא אֶת-הָעָם-הַזֶּה–הַפְלֵא וָפֶלֶא; וְאָבְדָה חָכְמַת חֲכָמָיו, וּבִינַת נְבֹנָיו תִּסְתַּתָּר

Blue Like Jazz - Nonreligious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality.

Context is important for understanding anything.  You have to get yourself into the Portland, Oregon  ( Peace and Love ) – Blue Like Jazz mood to enjoy the book. But Donald Miller helps you do  that quite nicely. Donald is a story teller, and Blue Like Jazz is a bunch of stories from Donald’s life. Many of the stories take place around Portland, Oregon, or at Reed College. Reed College was mentioned in Princeton Review as the college where students are most likely to ignore God. (p. 37) Miller says “it (Reed) is a godless place, known for existential experimentation of all sorts.” “Many of the (Reed) students hated the very idea of God, and yet they cared about people more than I did.” (p.42)

As I mentioned in part 1 of my Blue Like Jazz book review, this book was bouncing around in my house for several years before I picked it up. Three of my daughters read it, and it went through a rain storm (or some kind of baptism) with Talitha, who dried it off with a hair drier, so it was already “quite loved” by the time I picked it up. Yeah, I know I’m late coming to the party — writing this review after hundreds of reviews have already been written. (Amazon had over 447 customer reviews last time I checked.)

My friend Joe Thorn (from Chicago) wrote about Blue Like Jazz back in 2006 — in a report about Mark Coppenger’s 11 negative points about the book.

Joel Comm (from Denver) said “What a fantastic read!” in his book review back in 2005.  Joel said Miller’s “anecdotes are often quite funny and poignant.”

Back to Portland…

My friend Bob said “Portland is filled with hippies that never grew up.” Actually, I think the hippies grew up and their kids live in Portland today (with that same 70′s hippie attitude). Bob seemed angry that his daughter moved out to Portland and  didn’t even have a job lined up. “How can you drive all the way across country, just because you like the coffee shops in Portland?”, Bob grumbled. “She didn’t even have a job… well she did find a good job later on…” Bob said that Portland is way more laid back then Detroit, and there are lot’s of people who just “hang out on the streets.”

Portland Oregon Riverplace

In the chapter called: LOVE – How to Really Love Other People. (It’s chapter 18, page 207), the very first sentence confirms my friend Bob’s worst fears. Donald starts off: “When my friend Paul and I lived in the woods, we live with hippies. Well, sort of hippies…. When I was with the hippies I did not feel judged, I felt loved.”

While we are on the topic of love, judgment, and living in the wilderness…

“I love how the Gospels start with John the Baptist eating bugs and baptizing people. The religious people started getting baptized because it had become popular, and John yells at them and calls them snakes.” (p. 203)

My friend Tripp had a different view about Portland, and he was not angry (like my friend Bob). Tripp said that his son Evan moved out to Portland and found a good job as a social worker. He said the slower pace of life in Portland is kind of pleasant. He said Evan goes to church at Imago Dei — the same church Donald Miller goes to. I was kind of happy when I heard this, because Imago Dei sounds like a really interesting church.

There are several things in the book that are a little weird. But the weirdness is just a reflection of the people that inhabit the planet. Donald writes “new-realism essays”. (p. 188) “Imago, our church, is made up of mostly artists, and fruit nuts and none of us have any money…” (p. 189)

My daughter Priscilla flew to Portland recently to visit some friends that she met in South Africa (when she worked in the orphanage). Priscilla is all about friends and travel. She is bringing home some stories and photographs and I’m sure she will tell me what Portland is really like.

I am the problem

Is this a book review or what?

Is this a book review about Blue Like Jazz, or is it just a collection of my stories about Portland, Oregon? Or is it both? I’m trying to write this book review in the style of a “new realism essay.”

Blue Like Jazz flows with mystical ideas …

“You cannot be a Christian without being a mystic. I was talking to a homeless man at a laundry mat recently, and he said that when we reduce Christian spirituality to math, we defile the Holy. I thought that was very beautiful and comforting because I have never been good at math…. I can no more understand the totality of God than the pancake I made for breakfast understands the complexity of me.” (p. 202)

Blue Like Jazz has some practical ideas for the “postmodern church”, and Miller dispels the notion that his book is a new concept for making the gospel cool:

“I don’t think any church has ever been relevant to culture, to the human struggle, unless it believed in Jesus and the power of His gospel. If the supposed new church believes in trendy music and cool web pages, then it is not relevant to culture either.” (p. 111)

I discovered that I am the problem (p. 20), and “nothing is going to change in the Congo until you and I figure out what is wrong with the person in the mirror.” (p. 23)

“What I believe is not what I say I believe; what I believe is what I do.” (p. 110)

Many parts of the book have a conversational tone, like Don is talking to you in a Portland coffee shop, or by the campfire. For example,  the author’s note (like a preface before chapter one) says:

I never liked Jazz music because Jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theatre in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxaphone. I stood there for fifteen minutes (watching him), and he never opened his eyes.

After that I liked Jazz music.

Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It as if they are showing you the way.

I used to not like God because God didn’t resolve. But that was before any of this happened…

Thomas Nelson is clearly targeting this book at a post-modern culture. Some of my friends that are agnostics, skeptics, or use-to-be-Catholic might enjoy reading this book.

This book grapples with the paradoxes of life, but you might not want to go there…

You might love God and hate this book. On the other hand, you might hate God, and love this book.

If you are looking for a book on systematic theology, careful Biblical commentary, or church history — this book is NOT what you are looking for.

ISBN 0-7852-6370-5

Update: See part 2 of the Blue Like Jazz review.