Sunday, January 20, 2019

THE GARDEN CITY


The Garden City

Are gardens and cities opposites? Or may a city be grown in a garden? The Bible begins with a garden and ends with a garden-city (Gen. 2&3; Rev. 21&22). Thus, it would seem, that horticulture leads to city-culture. In the beginning the Creator created man and put him in the garden of Eden to dress and keep it (Gen. 2:15). The word ‘dress’ has to do with cultivation and the word ‘keep’ with guarding or policing. Therefore God has mandated us to cultivate His creation while we, at the same time, ‘police’ it. This ‘Cultural Mandate’ given to man by God in Genesis 1:26-28 was renewed to the four men and four women, i.e., the remnant of humanity that came out of Noah’s ark with all the birds and land animals after the global flood (Gen. 9:1-7). Therefore the Cultural Mandate remains today.

Culture has to do with whatever man puts his hand to. By definition, anything touched by man has been cultivated by man. To be sure, all culture has been tainted by sin since Adam, man’s covenant representative, rebelled against our God and Creator. Thus a culture of decay and death also entered creation (Gen. 3; Rom. 8:20). However, the arts and sciences, language, food, drink, dress, music, agriculture, architecture, trade, politics etc., are all lawful cultural activities.  And, like pre-Fall man, the Christian (i.e., the once fallen but now regenerated man) engages in these cultural developments with a view to glorifying the triune God. Thus the Christian is engaged in building the city of God.

A city is not the opposite of a garden: it is a garden taken to its logical conclusion! Cities are fully cultivated gardens, for cities are centres of concentrated cultural activity. Indeed cities themselves are cultural monuments. ‘Paradise,’ as in the Garden of Eden, means ‘a walled orchard, park.’ Does New York City have a park in its midst, or does Central Park have a city running round it? Surely the park and the city are one, but like the city, and like the Garden of Eden, it needs to be policed! Remember, Adam was given the task of guarding the Garden of Eden as well as cultivating it. Therefore man’s task on earth is to protect that which he is cultivating to the greater glory of God.

As the physical labour of man before the Fall was a spiritual work, so is all cultural activity of the Christian today. The first Adam was a gardener. However, God sent a new Man into the world to dress and keep the garden of God. He is the last Adam, the God-man, Jesus Christ. Indeed, on the morning of His resurrection, seeing but not immediately recognizing Him, Mary Magdalene, thought He was the gardener (John 20:15). After He had ascended on High, He poured out His Spirit, who is at this very moment engaging the nations in building the City of God. The work is a spiritual work with solid physical foundations.

The Apostle John, in a vision saw this physical city, this presently being completed cultural centre of the cosmos: “And the city had no need of sun or moon to shine upon it, for the glory of God is its light, and its lamp is the Lamb. By its light shall the nations walk; and the kings of the earth shall bring their glory into it, and its gates shall never be shut by day – and there shall be no night there; they shall bring into it the glory and the honour of the nations.” Revelation 21:23-26 RSV.

This City of God has a park, even the Garden of Eden, in its midst. John goes on to say: “And he showed me a pure river of the water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb. In the middle of [the city’s] street, and on either side of the river, was the tree of life, which bore twelve fruits, each tree yielding its fruit every month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.” Revelation 22:1-2. 

The only way into this city is through its gate, Jesus Christ. The gate to Paradise is still open. Join us! Bring with you the things you are cultivating.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

JOHN KNOX


JOHN KNOX (1513?-1572)

Though the Scottish poet, Robert Burns, did seem to warm towards “Daddie Auld”, a Presbyterian minister in Machline, “Holy Willie” (a real man portrayed in a poem by Burns) is a gross distortion of Calvinists such as John Knox. Holy Willie is a straw-man argument that has served to help Calvinists like me get verbally whacked in Scotland! Eg, on two different return trips to Scotland from my adopted home of Australia, I have been verbally abused by militant Atheists upon my being introduced to them as a Presbyterian minister. They must have felt the need to declare their hatred for God while gnashing their teeth and swearing at me – before I have even uttered a word!

While visiting Scotland I have been amazed at the way some Scots spit at the mere mention of the name “John Knox”. However, when pressed, they are unable to articulate why they hate Knox, but only that they hate him! They may mumble something about Knox tying up swings in the swing-park so that the kids couldn’t play on them on Sundays!

For all that, Calvinist Knox is still one of my Scottish heroes! I enjoyed reading “John Knox” by Jane Dawson, a book kindly sent to me as a gift by a friend who resides in Scotland. Therefore, there is at least one Scot I know who respects Knox. Says Burk Parsons,

“Perhaps more than anything else, John Knox is known for his prayer “Give me Scotland, or I die.” Knox’s prayer was not an arrogant demand, but the passionate plea of a man willing to die for the sake of the pure preaching of the gospel and the salvation of his countrymen. Knox’s greatness lay in his humble dependence on our sovereign God to save His people, revive a nation, and reform His church.[1]

Knox, to say the least did not have an easy life. However, God was preparing him along the way, teaching him patience, toughening him. Knox was attached to the oar of a boat for some nineteen months (1547-49). Says Steven J. Lawson,

“Lesser men and servants, including Knox, were chained as galley-slaves. They lay at anchor in Nantes on the Loire all winter ‘miserably entreated’. The cold in mid-stream must have been intense. A galley slave’s shelter was his bench, his food the barest rations above starvation: there was no question of privacy or sanitation. The stench of the galleys was proverbial, and galley-fever prevalent. But slaves were expendable.”[2]

It must have been a great relief to have had the shackles removed, however, life was still a struggle for Knox. He did emerge from the dark forest of imprisonment to enter into the sunny glade of marriage. He married Marjory Bowes in 1555. Says Jane Dawson,

“Since clerical celibacy was a major issue within the polemical battles raging in print, some Protestant clerics turned their marriages into a declaration of anti-Catholic views rather than merely choosing a partner. However, Marjorie and Knox were deeply attached and, within the different understandings of the sixteenth century, theirs was a love match.”[3]

John and Marjory had two sons together, Nathaniel and Eleazar. Happy days! But alas! Five or so years of marital bliss was over all too soon. Marjorie died at twenty-seven years of age in December 1560. Knox soldiered on.

Apart from some vague notion of Knox’s desire for Scotland to have a weekly national day of rest, (hence the erroneous idea of him being a killjoy, e.g., making sure the bairns don’t have any fun on the Sunday Sabbath), some Scots will tell you that Knox married a child-bride with the ominous hint of paedophilia left lingering in the air like a bad smell. (We are not sure of the exact year Knox's birth. Guesses range from 1505-14.) Says Steven J. Lawson,

“On Palm Sunday, 25 March 1564, Knox married his second wife, Margaret Stewart, the daughter of his old friend Lord Ochiltree. Knox was aged fifty and Margaret just seventeen. During the sixteenth century, this age discrepancy was not uncommon. But what was surprising was the social mismatch, for Margaret was a member of the royal house of Stewart, Queen Mary’s own family. She was a descendant of an earlier king of Scotland, James II. Her uncle had married the sister of King Henry VIII, and widow of James IV, Margaret Tudor. That the son of a Haddington merchant should marry someone of the queen’s own family was bad enough, but that he should be a renegade priest and her dreaded enemy was infuriating to Mary, and she threatened to drive Knox out of Scotland once again.”[4]

Knox brought the Reformation of the Church to Scotland. He is regarded as the father of the Scottish Reformation. (I regularly listen to Felix Mendelssohn’s “Scottish” and his “Reformation”. Stirring stuff!). Regarding Knox’s prayer life and relationship with God, says Steven J. Lawson,

“So powerful was Knox’s prayer life that Charles H. Spurgeon once remarked, ‘When John Knox went upstairs to plead (with God) for Scotland, it was the greatest event in Scottish history.’ Mary, Queen of Scots acknowledged the same: I am more afraid of [Knox’s] prayers than an army of ten thousand men.’”[5]

The Reformation restored the authority of Scripture and, with the previous invention of the printing press, it put the written Word of God into the hands of the ordinary people in their own language. Not only did the Reformation put the Scriptures into the hands of the common people, but it also brought with it the Scripture’s own method of interpretation. No longer was a corrupt church full of corrupt leaders the authority for interpreting Scripture, but rather the Scriptures themselves became that authority: Scripture was to be used to interpret Scripture. We thank God for mightily using John Knox to this end in Scotland.

John Knox was a student of John Calvin. Knox can be seen promoting the Reformational hermeneutic in an encounter with the Roman Catholic Mary Queen of Scots,

‘You interpret the Scriptures in one way,’ said the queen evasively, ‘and they in another: whom shall I believe, and who shall be judge?’ 
‘You shall believe God, who plainly speaketh in His Word,’ replied the Reformer, ‘and farther than the Word teacheth you, you shall believe neither the one nor the other. The Word of God is plain in itself; if there is any obscurity in one place, the Holy Ghost, who is never contrary to Himself, explains it more clearly in other places, so that there can remain no doubt, but as to such as are obstinately ignorant.’[6]

There you have it. Scotland was set free by having the Bible in their own language along with the key to interpreting it. No longer were priests muttering services in Latin, but the Gospel was now being proclaimed and understood. From here Scotland would go on to become the land of literary giants, theological heavyweights, philosophers, engineers, inventors, missionaries etc., heavily influencing the founding such places as Canada, Australia, and the American Republic.

Knox? Scotland owes him a great debt. Do the Scots flock to his grave with flowers to place them all around it? Well, you might not get close to his grave on some days on account of cars being parked on top of it. But have no fear, Knox believed in the resurrection of the dead. No parked car will be able to stop his grave from opening as he rises to meet his Lord in the air at Christ’s coming! Says Jane Dawson,

“Today [Knox] is usually identified as a Scottish Reformer; the opponent of Mary, Queen of Scots, and disparager of women; the anti-Catholic Presbyterian hero or villain according to perspective; the personification of the Calvinist dourness and puritanism that have blighted Scottish identity. In the caricature version, he has become the ranting Scotsman with the long beard and preaching gown.”[7]

            I recommend that all people, especially Scots people, rediscover this founding father of modern Scotland, the genius John Knox.


[1] Burk Parsons, Give Me Scotland, or I Die”, Ligonier Ministries,  https://www.ligonier.org/learn/articles/give-me-scotland-or-i-die/
[2] Elizabeth Whitley, The Plain Mr. Knox, Christian Focus Publications, Ross-shire, 2001, P. 34.
[3] Jane Dawson, John Knox, Yale, 2016, p. 64.
[4] Steven J. Lawson, John Knox: Fearless Faith, Christian Focus, Ross-shire, 2014 (Reprinted in 2017), p. 88.
[5] Steven J. Lawson, John Knox: Fearless Faith, Christian Focus, Ross-shire, 2014 (Reprinted in 2017), p. 121.
[6] Rev. Thomas McRie, The Life of John Knox, Thomas Nelson & Sons, London & Edinburgh, 1889, P. 175.
[7] Jane Dawson, John Knox, Yale, 2016, p. 321.

Thursday, January 3, 2019

RAT OF TOBRUK


Rat of Tobruk,

David Edward Hooper
17th July 1920 - 26th December 2018

The late Dave Hooper was a Rat of Tobruk. I’d like to pay tribute to him. Dave was born 17/7/20. That’s long time ago! Like a lot of the youngsters of a bygone age he lied about his age so that he could sign up to defend his nation of Australia in WWII. Though it’s wrong to tell a lie, I respect Dave for his bravery. I may just have done the opposite and told the truth – so as to avoid signing up!

Dave walked with a limp. He was shot through the knee at The Siege of Tobruk in Lybia, which lasted for 241 days in 1941. During his latter years Dave used a Zimmer-frame. I would catch up with Dave at Rats of Tobruk functions. I remember him telling me that he couldn’t stand up for falling down. “I keep on falling over!” he said with a laugh. He died from the result of a fall on 26th December, 2018 at the age of 98.

As “Padre” (i.e., Chaplain) to the Rats of Tobruk (in Brisbane, Queensland) it was always a delight to see Dave with Dorothy (his wife). They had been married forever (68 years!) and they always seemed to be so much in love, a testament to what marriage is supposed to be! (Dot is being looked after in a home now.)

When we were little boys we had war heroes. When we get older we try hard not to deify people. But Dave is my hero! Dave survived the war, but I attended his funeral on 3rd January 2019 at Albany Creek Memorial Park, Garden Chapel, Brisbane.

I salute you Dave. There were others who didn’t come home after defending our nation.

"They shed their blood for Australia, our home that is girt by sea. They laid down their lives for our nation, young and free. They wrote their names on history’s page that at every stage we may advance Australia fair!" (Quoted from my book Jefferson’s Tears.)

Dave has written his name on history’s page as one of the Rats of Tobruk!



Dave gave me a copy of some poetry by the Scottish poet Robert Burns (compiler of the world famous Auld Lang Syne, the New Year’s song). On page 363 of the book that Dave gave me, (a book I treasure), are the following words of a Burns’ song. I think of Dave and Dot as I read it, as I sing it (with tears!). I imagine Dave’s wife Dot thinking of Dave with the following words:


John Anderson, My Jo

John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent;
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonnie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw; 

But blessings on your frosty pow,  

John Anderson, my jo. 

John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a canty day, John,
We've had wi’ane
anither:
Now we maun
totter down, John,
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep thegither
at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
Thank you Dave for your service, for defending your country, and for your example of what marriage ought to be. May you rest in peace. “Until the day breaks and the shadows flee” Song of Solomon 2:17a.
“Then He will judge between the nations
and arbitrate for many peoples.
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will no longer take up the sword against nation, nor train anymore for war.
Isaiah 2:4.


(Me with fellow Scot Jock Hunter, Secretary/Treasurer of the Rats of Tobruk.) 


(Notice the rat, representing The Rats of Tobruk, depicted on Dave’s pullover. That's cracking painting!)