Citywide Revival Came Through a Prostitute
Imagine this. Imagine waking up one day to news reports that droves of people from all ages and socioeconomic backgrounds in your city are suddenly coming to faith in Christ and experiencing radical change.
What would that look like? Furthermore, what would you assume to be the cause?
In the 1790s, revival broke out in Northampton, CT under the ministry of Jonathan Edwards. And apart from this blog post’s title, you’d never be able to guess what caused it. Historian Stephen J. Nichols records the following:
…there was a most unexpected work of God in converting a particular person in Edwards’s own town of Northampton. He discreetly refers to her as a “company keeper,” which more than likely meant that she was a prostitute . . .
He, however, feared that the congregation would not rejoice with her but instead look upon her with contempt. Again he was surprised: “The event was the reverse, to a wonderful degree; God made it, I suppose, the greatest occasion of awakening to others, of anything that ever came to pass in the town.” Edwards makes a rather self-effacing comment, attributing the revivals not to his own preaching so much as to this unlikely instrument used by God. In his view, the display of grace in this anonymous woman’s life sparked the revival.
He summarizes the immediate effect of her conversion when he writes, “Presently upon this, a great and earnest concern about the great things of religion and the eternal world became universal in all parts of the town, and among persons of all degrees and all ages; the noise amongst the dry bones waxed louder and louder.”
–Stephen Nichols, Jonathan Edwards: A Guided Tour of His Life and Thought
The cause? A prostitute.
More importantly, what did this revival look like?
Using the terms of the Parable of the Prodigal Son (Luke 15), one of the highest marks of revival is when prodigal sons come home and are embraced by their elder brothers. It is a miracle in itself that the prodigal would come home, but it is a far greater miracle that such a prodigal would be accepted and elder brothers would be stirred out of their complacency.
That’s what true revival looks like. God’s grace melts the heart of both the religious and the irreligious, and they are reconciled to one another to celebrate the redemption and forgiveness of sins that has come through Jesus Christ.
That’s also what should’ve happened in the Parable of the Prodigal Son! Instead, when the Father threw a party for his long lost son, the elder brother moped and complained, publicly insulting his Father by refusing to join the party. Does that remind you of anything?
Sexuality in the Image of God (Pt. 2)
Part 1 was about how Adam sees Eve as the companion that completes him.
This goes deeper than mere sentimentality. Apart from her, he can’t be the image of God. Genesis 1:27 says, “…in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” Commenting on this verse Calvin says that it is “as if he had said that the man himself was incomplete.”
There’s an important question that needs to be raised here: Was Adam being selfish? After all it seems wrong for any man to say, “I need to find a woman so that I can become who I am!” What about respecting her individuality? What about who she is?
But what is more honoring to a woman? Disregard or esteem? The first says, “She’s on her own,” but the second says, “She’s my queen!” The first says, “I’ll have nothing to do with her” but the second says, “We’re literally joined at the hip!”
Adam called Eve “bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh” (Gen 2:23). Some say that the phrase “bone of my bones” and “flesh of my flesh” parallels the phrases “king of kings” or “lord of lords.” Perhaps Adam was saying that Eve was the best part of who he was. She is the “excellent wife” who is “the crown of her husband” (Pro 12:4).
Adam didn’t need Eve in order to use her, but to love her as himself. The implications for this understanding of sexuality are far-reaching and will require at least three more posts…
Stop Patronizing Me
You know what gives me a good laugh?
I laugh when people see the color of my skin and my Asian features and then try to compliment me by saying, “Wow, I’m surprised at how you’re able to speak English so well!” I rarely think fast enough to respond to that sort of thing right away, but when I go home I close my door and tell that nagging echo gnawing away at my self-worth to stop patronizing me.
I laugh because there have been times when I’ve believed the audacious lie that I was someone special, a minority who is a cut above the rest, like one of those smart minorities, not even a minority really. More like us than them. What’s that supposed to mean anyway?
I remember what it was like in my high school creative writing class, where we all had to write a variety of stories and prose and poetry. I felt like a celebrity there. I could be as counter-cultural and raw and honest as my imagination would let me. I could speak freely about my beliefs. My classmates didn’t always agree with me, but they respected me. Still, I never thought to open my eyes to the idea that maybe all the applause was because of something so minor.
Maybe all I needed was someone brave enough to tell me, “You’re not all that good.”
You know who will never patronize me? God. For God knows me most deeply and, irrespective of my outward features, judges the thoughts and intentions of my heart.
He receives me in a way that no one else can. When others love me on the basis of something outside of me that only appears to define me, God loves me on the basis of something outside of me that truly does define me. What matters most about me has nothing to do with me. Only God can truly affirm me, because all others will continue to fail to see me as I truly am.
The gospel says that I am far more sinfully flawed than I could ever dare to believe (or anyone ever had the courage to see in me!) and yet I am deeply far more accepted and loved by God in Christ than I could ever dare to hope!
MLK Jr. Day: Letter From a Birmingham Jail (Pt. 2)
Several other paragraphs stood out to me as clear as day from Martin Luther King Jr.’s amazing “Letter From a Birmingham Jail.” The excerpt below seemed especially relevant to me in light of recent things God has been laying upon my heart.
I recently started teaching a series on mercy ministry at my church’s singles group. As I studied the topic of mercy ministry in Scripture, I kept returning to the calling of the Church as Christ’s body. The more time I spent in prayer and reading, the more I was drawn to the reality that the Church is the visible earthly manifestation of God’s invisible heavenly kingdom. God gave me a glimpse of the dignified identity of the Church as, “a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for [God's] own possession” (1 Pet 2:9).
At this past Wednesday’s meeting, we sang and prayed a wonderfully powerful song called “O Church Arise.” As we rejoiced in the victory of Christ the Conqueror over his enemies of Satan, sin, and death, God began to turn my celebration into what MLK Jr. calls “deep disappointment” at the current state of the church in our nation. God gave me a deep desire to see his kingdom manifested in power in our church and in the universal Church. I was especially stirred by these lines of the song: “An army bold whose battle cry is ‘Love!’ reaching out to those in darkness” and “Our call to war, to love the captive soul, but to rage against the captor.”
And tonight as I read Rev. King’s letter, I can’t help but feel the weight of his words. This was a man deeply moved by a heavenly vision of the kingdom of God manifested on earth through the Church, a Church united and committed to the mission of God on earth to loosen the cords of oppression, set captives free, and bravely stand in the gap against injustice.
In deep disappointment I have wept over the laxity of the church. But be assured that my tears have been tears of love. There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love. Yes, I love the church. How could I do otherwise? I am in the rather unique position of being the son, the grandson and the great grandson of preachers. Yes, I see the church as the body of Christ. But, oh! How we have blemished and scarred that body through social neglect and through fear of being nonconformists.
There was a time when the church was very powerful–in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being “disturbers of the peace” and “outside agitators.”‘ But the Christians pressed on, in the conviction that they were “a colony of heaven,” called to obey God rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be “astronomically intimidated.” By their effort and example they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial contests. Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church’s silent–and often even vocal–sanction of things as they are.
But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today’s church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century.
Sexuality In the Image of God (Pt. 1)
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Do you ever wonder what Adam felt like when he saw Eve for the first time?
What sort of thoughts raced through his mind and what did he feel in his heart as he spent time with her in the garden prior to their temptation and fall into sin?
Maybe you’ve heard the typical answers to those questions (e. g. Adam’s jaw dropped at the sight of Eve’s beauty, they enjoyed pure and untainted sexual freedom with one another, etc). Those things are definitely true, but that’s not the main focus of how Adam sees Eve in Genesis 2.
Genesis 2:23 records the first lines of poetry ever uttered by a human being. Eve’s beauty stunned Adam, causing him to break out into song. But the song Adam sang wasn’t another one of those “Dang girl, you be lookin’ foine!” R&B jams. There was much deeper meaning found in Adam’s rejoicing.
He exclaims, “This at last!” Whenever I read it, I think of the first few lines from that popular ’60’s hit “At Last.” Just look at the lyrics: “At last my love has come along, my lonely days are over and life is like a song!”
The context of Genesis 2 sets Adam up as a man in need. Someone vulnerable… lacking… incomplete. After the creation account in Genesis 1 where God declares all his creation as good, the tape rewinds and the camera zooms in on the creation of humanity. God soon declares, “It is not good that man should be alone” (Gen 2:18).
Vulnerable, lacking, incomplete… unfinished, not whole, not truly himself as the image of God… not good! No wonder when God brings Eve to Adam he says, “At last!” There’s a finality to his speech. Eve was literally the one he’d been waiting for his entire life. Only Adam could say that and truly mean it!
The footnote in Calvin’s Commentary interprets it this way: “This living creature (זאת) which at the present time (הפעם) passes before me, is the companion which I need.”
Stay tuned for Part 2: How Adam sees Eve as the companion he needs, and why it matters!
Written by Brian
01/30/09 at 12:59 AM
Posted in Relationships
Tagged with Adam, At Last, Calvin's Commentary, creation, Eve, Garden of Eden, Genesis 2, humanity, image of God, imago Dei, love, Relationships