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Complex Simplicity

7/19/2013

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A few confusing thoughts were spinning through my head this morning, and being the generous fellow that I am, I figured to share them with all of you.

Does human culture tend toward complexity, yet innately crave simplicity? Why is this? Historically speaking there is no doubt that we’ve gotten more complex in our activities yet remained roughly equivalent in understanding. We know more about how the world works, but still remain largely ignorant of any process that doesn’t concern us directly. Humanity is certainly more active now than ever before, yet what good does it do us in matters of the soul?

Education is fortunately at an all-time high, and only growing more prevalent by the moment. If the 1500’s gave us the printing press and Martin Luther’s Protestant Reformation, what will the new millennium and the internet bring along with it? Perhaps Zack Rutherford’s Christian Humanist revolution? Hah. That’s a joke if ever I've made one.  

And there I've proved my point, I write in an elevated vernacular engaging in deep spiritual speculations and what does my primate brain come up with in response? Self-aggrandizement and prideful ambition. Though nothing is wrong with my ambitious statement, in and of itself. I am, after all, not wishing to abolish any current system of thought. I only wish to bring about a change in the way I think, and would like a great deal of people to follow me in doing so. And my ambitions are for the greater good, or at least they are intended to be.

However, what I’m missing is divine intervention. It’s the same thing that everyone is missing. I can have all the good intent in the world, but if God doesn't sit prominently in the center of all of them, then all is lost. That’s the pattern: wish for and imagine infinity. Visualize the fractal components of ever increasing complexity as we shift our focus outward or inward. In either direction we look, we see greater complexity than we ever would have dreamed without direct observation. Yet in our observations we look to draw conclusions of an easily digestible nature.

For example, I was recently made aware of an interesting phenomena in which we find two stars that are revolving around a black hole in deep space. These massive explosions of fire and gas made up of all the essential elements appearing on our periodic tables are drawn inward and around an absence of light and matter. The void itself born from the collapse and explosion of a brightly burning star. These slowly swirling celestial bodies twirl around a cosmic toilet bowl, flushing their enormous amounts of light and energy into another realm of infinite density and smallness.

Not in your average elliptical pattern either, mind you. The intersecting gravitational fields of each star act upon one another in a catapulting boomerang sort of inertia that puts their orbits off into awe inspiring geometric patterns, not unlike those of electrons and neutrons circling a nucleus.  

There are numerous ways to express such phenomenon that are beyond me. Mathematical equations and scientific hypotheses with complexity abounding. However, I like to see it as a last waltz: the final dance of stellar behemoths unfolding across millions of years, while their light slowly fades from existence and transmutes into an unknown quantity beyond the reach of our observations.

If you were granted one last action before death, a dance with a partner is as solid a choice, I think, as any other. More solid than some certainly. And if you had to spend a million plus years in a single activity, dancing would again be a good decision. Celebratory, beautiful, elegant, and showy. Bringing about the beauty in your own annihilation.  
 
Do you see what’s been done there? I took a gigantic happening, immense in importance and boundless in scope, and I reduced it to the level of a high school prom. I admire the grandiose nature of the thing, but feel the need to simplify it to something I can grasp. That’s what people always do. Whether it’s economics, espionage, education, politics, prehistory, preservation of natural resources, religion, or real-estate, humanity deals with complexity by finding common denominators and reducing things down to their basest elements.

What does this reveal about the nature of God? God is infinite, yet he is three. God is omnipotent, yet he is personal. He is spiritual, ethereal, and ungraspable, yet he is flesh. God is all that we can never hope to understand, yet he stands before us revealed in his benevolent actions and the concrete commandments of scripture.

All of creation reflects the duality of God’s character. He is complete in his individuality, in his oneness, because any single element of reality is composed of an infinity of smaller parts. A molecule is made up of atoms; atoms are made of electrons, electrons of quarks, and so on. 

Perhaps I’m taking some inaccurate scientific liberties with that example, but the idea is reasonable enough. To put it another way: a man is not a man, but a gathering of chemicals interacting with one another at such complex levels, that several lifetimes of study would only serve to give you a basic understanding of all that was involved.

There are two ways to approach the infinite complexities of life on the physical plane:

1.       Dwell in confusion, being hopelessly tossed and turned by the bombardment of “facts” distributed to you daily

2.       Read between the lines and simplify to the best of your ability.

This is what Alexander Pope hinted at when he said that human wisdom can only reach so far into the sublime. Each of us is part of a greater whole, the body of Christ. And what can a fingernail know of the body’s intentions? All it knows is how to grow, and when to scratch. Yet human beings often don’t even get to that point. A human being is akin to a fingernail that sometimes scratches, but doesn't understand why, and tears the skin by accidental result. Yet we still find time to accuse the other digits of neglecting their scratching duties.

Becoming an enlightened or self-actualized fingernail takes some doing.

So what can I do with these observations? Try to find my individual place in God’s plan, knowing that mine is an important, if not always glamorous function of Christ’s body. Sometimes, depending on who you are and what your role may be, this is obvious from the beginning. Other times, it takes decades before you can start living a fulfilled life. Some never get to that point at all, and are clipped away like a useless hangnail that only serves to harangue and antagonize the whole.

Pray for purpose, study for knowledge, and always perform to the best of your ability, in whatever you decide to do. Because ultimately, God puts your purpose in your heart. You want to be, what he wants you to be, but oftentimes that involves doing things you don’t want to do. Another strange complexity that will continue to baffle us for many generations to come.

Today my prayer is that we would all find purpose, fulfillment, and the proper balance of labor and leisure. So that we may know why we scratch, and that we would scratch well. So go get to your itches folks, and explore the minute details that are given you on your journey.

Many blessings on your way. 


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THOSE WHO WRESTLE WITH GOD

6/24/2013

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In keeping the theme of combat in Christianity, here's a little lesson in ancient etymology.

Israel, defined in Hebrew is most commonly translated as “God prevails” or “Soldier of God.” Another reading of the word reveals that it is from the verb: Sara, or “To contend.” From this we derive my favorite translation: "Wrestles with God." Sara is not just a verb however. It is also a noun meaning wife of a noble king, princess, or noblewoman. 

How perfect that the title of Israel should be born of “Sara” God’s proper name for Abraham’s wife, the matriarch of Judaism. Women are fighters after all. They contend with childbirth, a more painful experience than any warrior is likely to come across. 

But back to Israel. Why would God name his people in honor of struggling against himself? 

Genesis 32:28 
Then the man said, “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, because you have struggled with God and with humans and have overcome."

This verse comes as Jacob is at a low point. Banished from his country, Jacob has been fleeing his brother Esau for over 20 years. He toiled in service to a selfish man in order to secure a bride. He was tricked and dealt with shrewdly, ending up with multiple wives when he had only desired one. 

He was at last freed from his burden, and in return for his diligence and unceasing persistence had acquired a fortune. All of which was gained through struggle. Even in departure, he had to run from his father-in-law, Laban, who selfishly pursued him in avarice for the fortune Jacob made in his service. God prevented Laban from doing Jacob harm, and through a vigorous debate, Jacob conquered Laban’s selfishness and they entered into a peaceful covenant. 

Finally free of his oppression, Jacob sought to return to his homeland where Esau was waiting. 

...With an army. 

Jacob is terrified. He sends peace offerings to Esau, and emissaries bearing words of peace, but he does not know how his words will be received. Indeed, no response came from Esau or his band of 400 men. These men were bearing down on the smaller camp of Jacob, which trembled in fear at the idea of Esau’s absolution. 

Then Jacob prays, and is visited by a man in the night. 

They wrestle. They struggle with one another a solid 8 hours of moonlight before arriving at a stalemate.

Just when Jacob thinks he might have the upper hand, this strange grappler hits him with a super-secret pressure point attack and pops his hip out of joint. For those unfamiliar with the painful rigors of intense grappling, you can’t imagine how painful or demoralizing it would be to have an enemy gain so much ground on you in so quick an instant. 

A joint out of socket is an intolerable handicap in a wrestling match. You have no base from which to attack or defend without the full use of your hips. The only reasonable thing to do in such a situation is tap out and submit. But that’s not what Jacob does. He refuses to let go of his opponent and demands a blessing. Even in utter defeat, Jacob holds fast. His persistence is admirable, and so the man, or angel, or God himself, blesses Jacob and renames him Israel. 

Just to review: Jacob has lived a contentious life in which he sins against his father and brother, steals away in the night like a coward, and spends two decades in servitude to a selfish man who not-so-coincidentally reflects Jacob’s own arrogance. He struggled his entire life to overcome his circumstances, first by grasping a birthright, then by pursuing a woman, and finally he struggles to attain forgiveness and redemption in his own brother’s sight. 

All of this struggle, all of this fighting, and all of this contention culminates in a single night, in a single arduous match against Love Himself. Because Love is a struggle. Understanding who God is, and overcoming who you are, is a knockdown, drag-out,  no-holds-barred brawl. A one-on-one war that leaves everyone broken, bruised, scarred, scattered, and fundamentally changed. 

Wrestling with God is no laughing matter. It is not an undertaking for the weak in spirit or the soft of heart. 

In my time practicing the martial art of wrestling, I was privileged enough to encounter some of the highest level grapplers alive. I went and trained under Olympic medalists Tom Brands and Dennis Hall during their week long boot camp at the University of Central Tennessee. I felt the grip and power of world class athletes and sensed the gap between their skills and mine. I felt the overwhelming powerlessness of a child contending against someone with a lifetime of world-class competition and training. I felt and I trembled. But I never gave up. 

That is what it means to contend with God. To wrestle with the Holy Spirit as life’s troubles, travails, and its chaotic relationships batter you back and forth, etching scars of integrity across your soul. Every mark is a badge of honor. Every wound is a tool for growth. Every busted lip, bloody nose, broken limb, and shattered bone is a lesson that can either overwhelm or be overcome. 

God plays rough. Because he doesn't want wimps on the front-lines of his armies. He wants soldiers, hardened by battle and steeled by flame. 

Our Lord is a healing force of light and life. He is often compared to the elements in an attempt to capture an echo of the essence of his presence. He is a consuming fire, a torrential flood, a mighty wind, the foundation of strong earth. How does one grapple with a hurricane? How can you shoot a double leg on a wildfire? What chance do you have trying to put an earthquake in a headlock? Yet this is what Jacob does, and this is what God asks us to do. 

Fight. Contend. Struggle against the physical constraints and spiritual rigors of this life. Endure through Christ the indomitable odds against you and prevail! I tell you the truth: “we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”-- Ephesians 6:12

And through this process we are shaped into powerful men and women of God. Amazonian warrior priestesses and herculean champions of virtue. This is what you are called to be, this is who you really are. Heroic.

You are soldiers in the army of Christ who bring the Kingdom down to earth by living your tumultuous lives in the dignified, unflinching, and implacable pursuit of higher ideals.

Never forget your responsibility. Never abandon your struggles. Always acknowledge your challenges and smile upon them. Grit your teeth at the enemy and laugh the mad laughter of one who is hopelessly outmatched, yet unwilling to retreat. It is our lives that we gamble with. It is our souls that we brandish as swords, and cry out in unrelenting passionate fury for. It is God who sustains us, and we cannot be defeated. 

Amen. 
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COMBATIVE CHRISTIANITY

6/18/2013

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So a little bit about me: I love fighting.

Not in a macho, worked up, too much testosterone, "let’s pick on some people we don’t like at a bar" type of way. 

No no. I like martial arts. I like a good boxing, wrestling, MMA, jujitsu, or kickboxing match. I love the stuff. I blog about it constantly, and train to throw high kicks with competency at my every convenience.

What I love most about it is the struggle. The heart that a competitor puts into his performance. I have a great amount of respect for anyone who wants to put their health on the line for a little bit of money and the sound of screaming fans. 

I am a screaming fan.

I’m amazed at how often I can look into a fight and see a life lesson. Everybody remembers getting inspired when Rocky went the distance with Apollo Creed, right? And then subsequently less inspired every time they made an exponentially more ridiculous sequel--- but then back to hyper-inspired in Rocky IV, because we just couldn't stand the USSR in the 80’s!

I digress. 

The thing I love most about watching the best fighters in the world compete is the idea that anyone is capable of surpassing their own limitations. Not just through hard work but through the acknowledgement of God's handiwork in individual lives. 

9 times out of 10, a guy that busts his hump for 8 straight weeks in preparation for 15 minutes of hand to hand combat, in front of a live audience of thousands of people, and millions more watching around the world-- and this modern day gladiator will get down on his hands and knees and thank God that he is in there, living his dream, and for the moment, victorious. 

Kind of counter intuitive, isn't it? You’d think after using your own hard work, determination, skill, athleticism, and innate ability to prove  your mastery over another human being that you would begin to feel a bit… arrogant. 

But most of the time, it’s just the opposite. They are humble, thankful, respectful, and happy for the blessings that have been given them this day. I suppose that humility is sort of inevitable when you spend your days simulating situations where you're being choked or bludgeoned to death by other grown men. Nothing is more humbling than having an all out scrap with someone and coming up short, and it happens to these guys EVERY DAY. 

I find it at the very least, surprising. At its zenith, I think this kind of thing is admirable. 

More to the point, and probably more along the lines of what you're used to:
"'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind” Luke 10:27

This is an interesting verse, particularly the phrase “all your strength.” Strength is translated from the Greek verb: ἰσχύς. Transliterated that’s: ischys, and read aloud it sounds nothing like either of those are spelled. 

However, it doesn't have as narrow a definition as one might imagine. A thorough reading of the word reveals this meaning: To the extent of one’s ability. To put it another way, pushing yourself to the limit of your endurance. 

For anyone who exercises a good bit, this should be a familiar concept. Nobody ever ended up bench pressing 300 pounds by skipping their last set, neither can you train for a marathon by walking. The idea that I’m is trying to impart here, is that Love is an exercise. A difficult endeavor. A struggle. A Fight. To quote the lovely and talented, Miss Pat Benatar: “Love is a battlefield.” 

She’s as dead on with this estimation as she is with her high notes. 

Loving God isn't easy. It’s a life or death struggle, quite literally, and putting all of your strength into it means pushing harder every day. Building your endurance, your capacity to love, empathize, sympathize, and appreciate all that is around you. It’s a battle to block out negativity, to refuse to judge your brothers and sisters, and to stand up for what is right. 

It's not exactly an easy endeavor, but that’s the battle we are called to engage in. And that competitive spirit, that overwhelming urge to get your hand raised when the bell rings is the most blatant archetype of this concept that I can point out to anyone. 

It's one the resounds as well. People are used to fighting our entire society is built on the competitive spirit. History, in fact, is just a long list of fights and who won them. 

It may be that human beings are deplorable for so romanticizing violence, but at the same time, there's an innate romantic quality in there. Without battle, without struggle, there can be no triumph. And what has God called us to be if not triumphant? Not triumphant over one another, dominating the weak with injustice, but triumphant over ourselves with discipline, restraint, and passionate love of God and our fellow man. The latter of these, I have found to be a formidable opponent, but that's the only kind that makes my blood boil.

It's the hopeless situations that must be overcome. It's the darkness enveloping us that makes God's light shine so blindingly. God is inspiring because he is a defender, a provider, and a fighter. He never gives up on anyone or anything. In my humble estimation, we should go and do likewise.

So put your hands up and greet the world with a jab to the throat. You've got a lot of obstacles to overcome, and giving up just doesn't seem like such an attractive option. 

Cue Inspirational music:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-8hOKNbtxg

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WELCOME TO THE HOTR BLOG!

6/13/2013

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Hi. 

Welcome to the House of the Rock Blog. Here you’ll find some uplifting, inspiring, thought provoking, and hopefully very interesting posts about our faith and our community. 

Subscribe and you can expect: 
  • Poetic license to be consistently taken, in some cases abused. 
  • In depth looks at what scripture has to tell you.
  • A passionate and affecting point of view concerning a life of faith. 
  • An open-minded and non-judgmental approach to walking with God.
  • And possibly some delicious recipes for tasty and healthy foodstuffs. 

We’re batting around a lot of ideas for what’s first, what’s next, and what might be fun to talk about. And as always, reader interaction is encouraged. For a community to be successful it’s pretty much required!

For my part, I promise to offer you my honest struggle. The way I process the world in all its horror, wonder, misinformation, beauty, chaos, confusion, character, division, unity, strife, and situational comedy is by writing it all down. Working through it by reading it back to myself, and cutting away the fat of confusion until I’ve got a lean tasty looking opinion sitting on the screen. 

I’m not an authority, not an expert, not even a journeyman really.

But what I am: is curious. 

I aim to show you my curiosity about God, and hopefully engender a little curiosity on your end too. 

So strap in, folks. I’ll be around for a while and you’ll all be joining me for as long as you feel like reading the wordy sporadic ramblings of an elevated vernacular that compose my writing style. I hope to begin conversations and remove doubts about the one true savior of all mankind. So say a prayer for me, and let’s walk together for a bit on this long, strange, and narrow path. 

Much love and all the peace of God to you my friends,

-Zack Rutherford
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    Zack Rutherford is a copywriter, a churchgoer, seminary candidate, and a student of many different disciplines. A self described "Zack of all trades,"  he endeavors to write material which informs and inspires.

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