Why Fractals Are So Beautiful

We’re finding infinitely complex, self-similar shapes all over creation. And we’re just getting started.

The world is full of beautiful geometry.

It’s something we start teaching our youngest children. This daisy is a circle. This dandelion is a sphere. And we repeat it all the way through high school: Honeybees build their hives in hexagons. Solutions to quadratic equations can be graphed as parabolas. Rates of change are found in the slope of lines tangent to a curve.

“God has established nothing without geometrical beauty,” astronomer Johannes Kepler wrote. Before him, planetary orbits were thought to be perfect circles. He discovered that they weren’t—but that they were in fact ellipses, still part of the same wonderful family known as Euclidean geometry, named for the Greek mathematician who wrote Elements around the year 300 B.C.

Kepler, Newton, Leibniz, Descartes, and others looked at the world and found time and time again that the Euclidean model accurately describes all kinds of shapes and events in nature.

Except when it doesn’t.

You don’t have to look hard to notice aspects of nature that clearly don’t fit the Euclidean framework. Rivers, mountains, coastlines, lightning, our circulatory system: Where’s the symmetry and structure? Where’s the order?

The answer, as mathematicians are discovering more and more often, involves fractals: geometric figures that occur in nature, even in seemingly chaotic systems.

But fractals aren’t easy to understand. Benoit Mandelbrot, who coined the term fractal in 1975, summed them up as “beautiful, damn hard, and increasingly useful.”

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Relative to Euclid’s geometry, 1975 might as well have been last Tuesday. Mathematicians agree that we’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of understanding fractal geometry.

Chances are if you’ve seen a fractal outside of a mathematics classroom, it has been as a psychedelic, swirling image on someone’s computer desktop—something that looks like it could be the background pattern on a Grateful Dead T-shirt.

Some of the earliest fractals came in the late 1800s or early 1900s, well before we had a name for them. These images all followed a simple rule that, when repeated over and over, led (eventually) to an infinitely complex image.

In 1915, for example, Polish mathematician Waclaw Sierpinski described what is now known as Sierpinski’s Gasket. This fractal is made from equilateral triangles repeatedly nested within each other: 1) Start with an equilateral triangle; 2) Divide it into four triangles; 3) Take out the middle one; 4) Divide the three remaining triangles into four triangles; 5) Repeat.

You can imagine that if this pattern is iterated infinitely, then no matter how much you zoom in (or out), it will look the same. In other words, fractals are self-similar: they have the same complexity at every scale.

For a long time, drawings like Sierpinski’s Gasket were just mathematical oddities, curiosities with no significant application (even within the abstruse world of pure mathematics). They were even called “pathological curves.”

‘Look. Look. Look.’

Benoit Mandelbrot brought these mathematical oddities out of obscurity.

Mandelbrot had only a little mathematical training early on in life. (Running to escape the Nazis tends to interrupt one’s formal education.) He was naturally brilliant, though, and passed the university entrance exam in France after World War II with no preparation.

In natural phenomena like cauliflower, mountain ranges, and blood capillaries, Mandelbrot noticed that each individual section looked like the entire phenomenon—but none of it was remotely “Euclidean.” This epiphany inspired him to start looking at Sierpinski’s Gasket and other fractal images. (“When I seek, I look, look, look,” he later wrote in his memoirs.) He read long-forgotten mathematical papers that touched on the concept of infinite geometry; one in particular examined the mathematics of coastlines. And he started plotting solutions to a system of complex algebraic equations known as a “Julia Set.”

The Julia Set of equations are recursive: You plug in a number, evaluate the equation, take the final answer, and plug it back into the original expression over and over again. Mathematicians had already examined the Julia sets, but it took an enormous effort just to run through a few hundred iterations. The answers quickly got so huge that it was unreasonable to find many iterations of any one expression.

By this point in Mandelbrot’s career, he had left the academy and was working for IBM. He put computers to work evaluating the various Julia expressions. In a matter of minutes, his programming had eclipsed the number of iterations ever achieved by hand in the decades before. After just hours of work, the computer had generated millions of iterations of solutions to the Julia equations.

Mandelbrot discovered that when the collected (infinite) solutions to the Julia sets were graphed, they formed an image that was infinitely self-similar. This famous image came to be known as the Mandelbrot Set.

After the debut of the Mandelbrot Set, mathematicians started discovering fractal geometry all over the place. There are systems of complex equations whose solutions lend themselves to predicting river courses, describing the way ice crystals form on your windshield, and illustrating the way our arteries and veins are organized inside our bodies. Some of the early “pathological curves” are now used as wide-band antennas in cell phones, and it’s been proven that a fractal antenna is actually required (not just ideal) to accept as wide a range of frequencies as possible. Mandelbrot himself discovered that the noise in telephone wires could be modeled using Cantor’s Set, a fractal from 100 years earlier. Scientists have even discovered a fractal in the drumming fluctuations in the 1982 Michael McDonald song “I Keep Forgettin.’ ” “Increasingly useful,” indeed!

Deeper than Order

Our temptation as Christians might be to simply observe this information about fractals and take comfort in it: i.e., seemingly chaotic systems actually do have an order, and that, therefore, proves the existence of an intelligent Creator in whom we already have faith!

But you don’t have to be a Christian to be awed by the fractal geometries found in nature. Mandelbrot himself said that plotting Julia Set solutions never felt like invention to him:

I never had the feeling that my imagination was rich enough to invent all those extraordinary things on discovering them. They were there, even though nobody had seen them before. It's marvelous, a very simple formula explains all these very complicated things. So the goal of science is starting with a mess, and explaining it with a simple formula, a kind of dream of science.

The Christian and materialist alike can use the discoveries of fractal geometry to support their worldview. But what if it’s less about proving the existence of a Creator, and more about receiving a gift from him, a revelation about what he is like?

“Fractal geometry is not just a chapter of mathematics,” Mandelbrot said, “but one that helps Everyman to see the same world differently.”

What can we say of a God who creates using both Euclidean geometry—the “ideal” shapes—and fractal geometry?

Could the self-similarity of fractals be a reflection of the reality that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever”? Or of Jesus’ claim, “I and the Father are One”? Can a fractal’s infinite geometry perhaps remind us not just of God’s infinite attributes, but also of the gospel mystery of that same, infinite God dwelling in Christians (literally, “little Christs”)? Might it be an image of “Christ in you, the hope of Glory”?

Does the infinite complexity of fractals reflect any similar characteristics of God? If we imagine a God who would have only created the “ideal” shapes of Euclidean geometry, we might view the chaotic features of our world—mountains, coastlines, clouds—as a result of the fall, a consequence of the sin that entered our world. We might be tempted to extend this chaotic ideology onto God himself, and draw some troubling conclusions. Did God lose control of his natural order? Is he letting the universe spiral into chaos and decay?

But when we consider a God who purposefully uses the infinite complexity of fractal geometry, we might instead focus on an intricate plan laid “before the creation of the world” (Eph. 1:4) to rescue a cosmos not yet in need of rescue. I don’t understand the infinitely complex layers of such a plan of salvation, but I can accept that the same complexity God demonstrates throughout creation can be found in his plan for my life. And when I study the amount of complexity in a fractal—zooming in closer and closer, yet never losing any resolution or altering its appearance in any way—I am reminded that the same painstaking detail went into God’s plan for my life. I break out in praise. And then I want to zoom in a bit more.

Joel Bezaire is a teacher and musician from Nashville, Tennessee. His previous article for The Behemoth, “How Infinitely Big Is God?” examined set theory.

I Want to Be a Zombie Ant

How a fungus can turn an insect into a new creature bent to its own will.

David Hughes / Penn State / Flickr

Weep not for the carpenter ant. Well, I don’t suppose you would. They eat our food, intrude on our picnics, and moderately disrupt our comfortable lives.

Granted, they work with unity and symmetry as if they have a well-formulated plan. They have organizational and architectural skills that are examples for both industry and technology. And thousands will work as if for one purpose or goal. But forget about that for a moment. It’s better for this article if you think about how annoying they are.

Because this isn’t an article about how amazing carpenter ants are. It’s an article about how amazing the Ophiocordyceps fungi is. And it’s a fungal parasite. The ant is simply its slave, once it successfully infects the insect. The parasite has the power to control the mind of its host ant, turning it into a zombie.

Yes, that’s really the term journals are using.

Once the parasite latches onto the antenna of the carpenter ant, it releases a chemical that is able to manipulate behavior and control.

“Infected ants behave as zombies and display predictable stereotypical behaviors of random rather than directional walking,” Penn State entomologist David Hughes explained in a 2011 journal article. Through chemical manipulation of the ant’s brain, the fungus makes it leave the colony’s nest in the dry, hot, tree canopy, where things are best for the ant. It leads the ant to the underbrush nearer the ground, where it is humid and life is best for the parasite. That random, bumbling walk is not random for the fungus: it keeps the ant from being able to climb back to the canopy.

The fungus keeps the ant wandering about 10 inches above the forest floor—and then, right at solar noon, the ant bites as hard as it can into a leaf (these ants don’t normally bite leaves), locks its jaw, and dies.

After two or three days, a stalk erupts from the dead ant’s head. It soon begins shooting out new fungal spores, which will be picked up by more carpenter ants. And the cycle begins again.

In Parasite Rex, science writer Carl Zimmer notes that it’s an amazing feat just to live inside another creature—“locating it, traveling through it, finding food and a mate inside, altering the cells that surround it, outwitting its defenses.” But mind-controlling parasites go far beyond this. It’s perhaps inaccurate, he suggests, to keep thinking of the carpenter ants as carpenter ants. The parasites are “becoming in effect [the ants’] brain, and turning them into new creatures.”

When I first read about these parasitic invasions, my reaction was one of distain and disgust. But I soon asked, What did the parasite do that I could consider … wrong? Wrong, at least, for a fungus? This is the nature of the fungi. In order for it to live, the ant must perform a certain service. And die.

More to the point, the fungus infects its host for the betterment of itself. Yes, the fungal parasite eventually kills the ant, but that is more a by-product of the parasite’s infection, not the purpose of the infection itself. The purpose of the fungal infection, as Hughes writes, is that the parasite “requires the ant for reproduction.” The ant serves a purpose—it becomes a new creature altogether, a vehicle for the missional function of another.

Oddly, I found myself less disgusted by the ant than inspired by it. I am not eager to compare God to a parasite. But the relationship of the ant and the parasite reminds me of my purpose as a follower of Christ, just as the disturbing relationship between slave and master reminded Paul of the same thing. As the parasite uses the ant, I want to be used of God—a vessel, a tool, an instrument bent toward accomplishing his purpose whatever the consequences may be, serving a purpose not my own, but his.

Of course, God is not a parasitic infection indifferent to its host. Or one whose will always looks the same in each repurposed creature. And the most important difference is that the fungus has no rightful claim on the ant, no reason why its goals should be placed higher than the insect’s.

However, now when I “consider the ant” (Prov. 6:6), I’m less prone to think about its industriousness or work ethic. Instead, I think about my own fleshly inclination to accomplish my will and purpose. And how when God takes control, it may be scandalous and abrupt, but it is beneficial for creation. His control of my life may lead to death, but not to my (or anyone else’s) destruction.

Chad Meeks is a PhD student and adjunct professor at Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. He recently wrote The Behemoth’s article on the timeless life of a photon.

History

The Handsome, Pun-Loving Missionary Who Teased Popes

Columbanus died 1,400 years ago this month, having re-evangelized Western Europe.

The handsome and hot-headed Columbanus was one of Western Europe's most successful evangelists ever.

According to Columbanus's first biographer, writing less than three decades after his subject's death, “Columbanus's fine figure, his splendid color, and his noble manliness made him beloved by all.” And therein lay the problem: “He aroused … the lust of lascivious maidens, especially of those whose fine figure and superficial beauty are wont to enkindle mad desires in the minds of wretched men.”

As a young man, he was afraid he was on the brink of giving in to such vain “lusts of the world,” so he sought the guidance of a local female hermit.

“Away, O youth, away!” she advised. “Flee from corruption, into which, as you know, many have fallen.” Columbanus left, shaken, to pack his things to take up the monastic life. When he told his mother he was leaving, she became so distraught, she blocked the doorway. But Columbanus was undeterred, “leaping over both threshold and mother.”

Thus began his peripatetic life.

Columbanus continued his studies with Comgall of Bangor, whose monastery was famous for its asceticism. Not only did Columbanus thrive there, but he codified such asceticism into two rules for monasteries—one for individual monks, the other for communities. These rules could be extremely harsh: merely desiring to hit someone meant 40 days on bread and water. Actually hitting someone (and drawing blood) meant penance for three years. Even speaking ill of the rules meant exile from the community.

Yet Columbanus had another side, which some of his sermons and letters suggest. A letter to Pope Boniface IV is loaded with puns about the previous pope, Vigilus: “Be vigilant, I urge you, pope, be vigilant and again I say be vigilant, since perhaps he who was called Vigilant was not.” In a letter to Gregory the Great, he made puns on Pope Leo's name: “A living dog is better than a dead Leo [lion].” He was well aware of his breaches of protocol: “What makes me bold, if I may say so,” he wrote to Boniface, “is partly the freedom of speech which is the custom of my country. For among us it is not the person but the argument that carries weight.”

Even though he was witty, Columbanus was painfully serious about his faith. In his 40s, he left Bangor to follow God's command, which was the same command given to Abraham: “Get thee out of thy country.” With 12 companions, he left for Gaul, large parts of which had reverted to paganism (and the remaining Christians were likely nominal or Arian heretics). He founded three monasteries in rapid succession—Annegray, Luxeuil, and Fontaine—each one growing so quickly new ones had to be created.

Before he could build many more, he had a run-in with the polygamous king, Theuderic, and his mother, Brunhilde, and was thrown out of the country. It wasn't the only dispute in the hot-blooded monk's life. He feuded with popes, kings, bishops, and even his own followers. (After Gall, one of his most faithful disciples, became ill and could not travel, Columbanus forbade him to say Mass. The ban was not lifted until Columbanus was on his deathbed.)

Columbanus and his men roamed the continent, preaching in what would become France, Germany, and Switzerland. Finally, he traveled to northern Italy to convert the Lombards. There, in his 70s, he took part in the construction of Bobbio, the first Italo-Irish monastery, where he died November 23, 615. His legacy was extraordinary: he and his disciples founded at least 60—and possibly more than 100—monasteries throughout Europe.

Ted Olsen is editor of The Behemoth and author of Christianity and the Celts. This article originally appeared in Christian History.

Big Cottonwood Canyon

“Resurrection must be like this”

I.

Resurrection must be like this,

suspended on a stony lip that juts

obliquely from a wrinkled quartzite face.

My friend had called it Stewart’s

Ridge and said to watch him on

the crux before he vanished in

a cloud of solemn spidery motions.

Soon his shouts blew thin

within the wind around and

stream somewhere below and

rock all wheres above.

I slowly feed the rope and wait.

II.

When you climb the air holds you.

You learn to lean against the sky, to

let the awkward thought of space

impress you to the wall. Your

fingers search out ways to hide

your weight in any barely smear

of stone. Each move is a request,

every granite flaw a grace.

III.

You sense the tightness in your legs

at first, a change in the tone your feet

use to the rock. Your fingers feel

a certain scrape and weakness.

Then: the final gift

of gravity is weightlessness.

IV.

The rope between my hands had

ceased its slide some nervous time ago,

a concentrated age in which he must, I hope,

have readied for my sudden weight.

The wall will want to nudge my chalky

fingers off, and pry my cramped and painful

feet from out its cracks. Death

and stone are much alike.

Soon all I know is rope

and see is rock.

I climb and find I

must hold lightly to this life.

Ken Smith is occasionally a programmer and writer, and nearly always a husband and father. He lives in the Pacific Northwest.

Wonder on the Web

Issue 35: Links to amazing stuff.

www.zoosphere.net

The Google Maps of Dead Bugs

Our new assistant editor, Mariah, says she doesn’t normally like to meditate on zoomed-in photographs of dead bugs. (“Hairy feelers, shiny compound eyeballs. I would skip those spreads in National Geographic.”) But this massive project at the Berlin Museum of Natural History might actually change her mind. As The New York Times reported last month, there are a lot of efforts to put museum collections online. But no one else is compiling three- to five-thousand high-definition images of a single beetle.

The Mystery of Minnesota’s Missing River

At Judge C. R. Magney State Park in far northeastern Minnesota, one half of a river disappears every day. Really. At Devil’s Kettle (also known as Pothole Falls), the Brule River splits in two: one half does what waterfalls usually do and plunges 50 feet into a nice pool. The other half plunges into a pit. Geologists don’t know where the water ends up or why the hole exists in the first place, since the type of rock in the area isn’t at all conducive to forming underground channels. (You might want to wait to investigate until deer hunting season ends on November 22.)

Church Architecture Panoramas

When Apple launched panoramic photos for iOS6, it unleashed a million clickbaity slideshows of shots gone horribly wrong. Photographer Richard Silver (who uses a Nikon D800 with a super-wide 14-24 mm lens) shows how a panorama can go right—and what we miss when we forget to look up. His portraits of incredible church architecture are from all over the globe: Krakow, Johannesburg, Havana, Beijing, Mumbai—even Reykjavik, Iceland. “Some people tell me the images look like the inside of a boat, an insect’s body, or like turtles,” he told Wired. “I only see the absolute beauty of the churches themselves.”

Thermonuclear Art

This ultra-HD video of the sun gives us a chance to see what we miss when we can’t look up. (YouTube has HD, 4K, and other resolutions.) Media specialists at NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory put in about 300 hours of work to create this video, which adds color coding to each distinct wavelength of invisible ultraviolet light emitted. It’s a chance to visualize the splendor of the star that is our sun—without frying your retinas.

Church Life

A Psychologist Faces Her Own Anxiety

How a therapist who knew it all is learning to let it go.

Her.meneutics November 12, 2015
Ethan Hickerson / Flickr

In many ways, anxiety has served me well. It’s the energetic fuel in my tank. In my professional life, anxious energy drove me to do research for my undergrad thesis, complete my doctorate, and write a few books. At home, it keeps my house clean and gets my kids’ parties planned.

But as anyone who has felt the weight of anxiety knows, it has a dark side. Even at its best, it’s a bit like an annoying gnat—irritating and noticeable even if it doesn’t affect my life too much. At its worst, anxiety feels like being swarmed by locusts in one of the Old Testament plagues. It gets heavy and scary and overwhelming.

Several months ago I crashed. Everything about the day seemed typical. With a few final words of instruction to the babysitter, I jumped in the car, glanced at my phone to check the time, then let out a frustrated sigh because I was running behind. I turned on some quiet hymns and took a deep breath, waiting for my racing heart to slow down. But instead of calm, I felt my anxiety grow with underlying stress.

I realized that this was my life, going from one crisis of anxious discomfort to the next and trying to keep above the stress and exhaustion. And here’s the hardest part: I’m a psychologist and a counselor. I know better than most that there’s a better way to deal with anxiety. I spend my days helping clients with everything from basic worries to obsessive-compulvise disorder to disabling panic disorder…but often wasn’t listening to my own advice.

At the worst of my anxiety, I asked the obvious question: What if I actually did what I suggested to my clients? I had the theory down, but needed a radical revolution in praxis, my embodiment of that knowledge.

Based on evidenced-based therapy and spiritual disciplines, I put together a six-month experiment in centered-living. Each month has a theme, such as cultivating awareness, courage, rhythm, engaging the body, or finding joy, along with daily therapeutic and spiritual practices. Like my patients, I'm committing to regular relaxation and cognitive-behavioral therapy (a type of psychotherapy that addresses thinking patterns and habits), exercise, nutrition, sleep, prayer, and spiritual disciplines.

Our always-connected, hyper-productive culture creates a perfect breeding ground for anxiety as a way of life, so it can be hard and humbling for us to simply take the time to pause. One of the most powerful lessons so far has been learning to admit my own struggles and sit quietly with myself, just as I am, in the presence of the Lord.

I go through a meditative prayer exercise that integrates the awareness of mindfulness and the quiet intentionality of contemplative prayer. It’s simple, but it takes practice to slow your mind and body. This is not about asking, fixing, interceding, talking, or feeling better. Rather, it is simply a way to open yourself up to God and take refuge in him. Here are the three focuses:

Acknowledge what is. Get in a comfortable position and acknowledge your desire to be present to God. Then quietly notice what is happening in your body, your thoughts, your feelings. You don’t need to do anything; just present yourself as you are to God.

Breathe deeply. Next, take a minute to allow your breath to anchor you. Remember that each breath is a gift from God. Focus on breathing in the Holy Spirit and breathing out self.

Center yourself in Christ. Remember who and whose you are. Ask God to center and root you in Christ. Meditate on the person of Jesus and imagine him holding you in his arms, as the Good Shepherd holding his lamb.

That’s it. Acknowledge what is. Breathe deeply. Center yourself in Christ.

I started this project to find a more effective strategy for managing anxiety. Basically, I wanted to feel more peaceful. I wanted to feel better because I wanted to do better and be better—as a mom, wife, friend, therapist, and follower of Jesus. And the desire to feel better isn’t bad; it’s human. But I am learning that peace isn’t something we feel; it’s where we are meant to live, in union with Christ.

This is my prayer for all of us: When we seek after peace, may we find it in the One who is himself our peace (Eph. 2:14).

Kim Gaines Eckert is a psychologist and author of Things Your Mother Never Told You: A Woman’s Guide to Sexuality (InterVarsity, 2014) and Stronger Than You Think: Becoming Whole Without Having to Be Perfect (InterVarsity, 2007). She is learning to delight in ordinary adventures with her husband and four little ones in Chattanooga, Tennessee. If you’d like to learn more about Eckert’s experiment in Centered Living or try some of the exercises out in your own life, you can follow along at drkimeckert.com.

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Pastors

Coming Up for Air

Why church leaders need Marilynne Robinson.

Leadership Journal November 12, 2015

Most local church work is like holding your breath under water. We sit in meetings, write emails, and provide pastoral counsel. Our weeks are often filled more with what we do not want to do than what we want to do. As pastors we plunge into the lives of neighbors and congregants and we are often found gasping for air in our leisure time.

Maybe this is why I do not like reading books about how to get ministry done. I tend to walk away from such titles with disappointment as I think through the number of ways I’m not doing what these writers tell me I should be doing. Like receiving suggestions in the middle of a golf swing, it often leaves me distracted and frustrated.

Pastors need air, inspiration, and thoughtful consideration about the world. This is why we got into the business in the first place.

Pastors need air, inspiration, and thoughtful consideration about the world. This is why we got into the business in the first place. We are inspired by the rare privilege it is to administer the Spirit of God into the lives of others through teaching, counsel, and leadership.

Few writers bring me up for air like Marilynne Robinson. Her fiction and non-fiction work brings me out of the deep waters of pastoral ministry and into a heavenly perspective filled with air and sky.

I can still remember where I was when I first read Gilead, Robinson’s most famous novel. I closed it and sat back in the hard, wooden chair in the middle of my apartment. I considered starting it all over again. Then I did.

Later, I read everything Robinson had written up to that point. Since then, I have followed her, reading every title as it comes out and getting the air needed in order to dive back in to the murky waters of ministry. These past nine years have been fueled by books like hers.

In her latest collection of essays, The Givenness of Things, Robinson’s hard-hitting, crisp one-liners about the evangelical world (“those lately bold and robust big churches who are obsessed with sins Jesus never mentioned at all”) to her jarring connections to history and theology (there is only one essay where John Calvin is not mentioned in a surprising way), this is the kind of intellectual rigor the mind of a pastor must consider.

Fear and a world without boundaries

Robinson’s description of the universe expands beyond physical dimensions, and delves further into its metaphysical lack of boundary. She sees the cosmos and her faith not as a closed system, but open to infinite possibilities. This makes her endlessly curious. What can feel like unformed thoughts in her writing is really just a humility in understanding she could be at the start of every idea she has. “What we have expressed, compared with what we have found no way to express, is overwhelming the lesser part…we do not know what we obliterate when we drop a bomb” (p. 118-119). This kind of wisdom is refreshing in a world where confident certainty wins. I long to be a pastor with this kind of mind.

Earlier, in a defense of the humanities, she says, “Science of the kind I criticize tends to assert that everything is explicable, that whatever has not been explained will be explained—and, furthermore, by their methods…So mystery is banished” (pg. 14).

Our congregations are wrapped up in more mystery than we would like to believe. As a pastor, my impulse is to control outcomes and solve problems. I like to be able to explain what is happening each Sunday, to understand where the church is and what we’re doing. But Robinson helps me to better understand the larger battles taking place in those who populate the pews. Many of us tend to explain or defend our God, to prove him right in light of recent “evidence.” We have become fearful in our approach.

Out of fear, we seek to manage, quantify, and materialize everything about life. “[W]e are panicked into reducing ourselves and others into potential units of economic production,” Robinson writes in her essay, “Decline.”

And so we see our temptation as pastors: to reduce ourselves and our people. We count our people and our income incessantly only to become depressed when the numbers drop. Let us be reminded we are not producers; we’re shepherds. The metaphors are very different.

Great ideas and the ground level

But Robinson rarely stays in the clouds, circling about the life of the mind. While we need her lofty intellectualism, we also need a connection to our “little lives,” as she calls them. Take, for example, her meditation on the book of Genesis:

“[I]t tells us that we are no ordinary participants in nature, that what we do is a matter of the highest order of importance, however minor our transgressions may seem to us…To me this seems a long way of saying that we are Adam…so remarkably splendid and terrible…”

This leads her to remind us of our practical to educate. She calls out churches who have been “putting down the burden of educating their congregations in their own thought and history,” leaving them “inarticulate.” Our inspiration and evangelism should not shut the doors to putting our congregations through a type of schooling. They need to know their Bibles, confessions, and creeds.

The greatest ideas, however lofty, have massive implications on the ground. When we understand the link between these ideas and our responsibility that change is seen in us and our congregations. As a teacher, Robinson is no stranger to this.

Some of our reading should have no immediate “use.” Leaders can find edification from practitioners, idea-makers, poets, and storytellers. I commend Marilynne Robinson to pastors, church leaders, and teachers as I would commend Eugene Peterson, Abraham Joshua Heschel, and Graham Greene. They are the writers who remind us why we tend the flock, why we teach, and even why we live. They are a breath of fresh air.

“Useful” is the wrong word for writers like these. Rather, they are beautiful, awe-inspiring, prophetic, and, yes, necessary.

Chris Nye is a pastor and writer living in Portland, Oregon with his wife, Ali. His first book will be published by Moody next spring. Connect on Twitter: @chrisnye

Culture

Let There Be Life (At the Movies)

In Hollywood’s calculus, movies are expensive—but life is cheap.

Antonio Banderas in 'The 33'

Antonio Banderas in 'The 33'

Christianity Today November 11, 2015
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Bryce Dallas Howard and Chris Pratt in 'Jurassic World'Chuck Zlotnick / Universal Pictures
Bryce Dallas Howard and Chris Pratt in ‘Jurassic World’

The dinosaurs in Jurassic World gobbled up at least 22 hapless park attendees. The villains from teen-centric films Divergent: Allegiant and Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials go through victims as if they had expiration dates printed on their foreheads. In Mad Max: Fury Road, much of the world’s dystopian populace is vaporized in exploding clouds of petrol. Los Angeles and San Francisco both pretty much collapse in San Andreas; if you find yourself in that movie and you’re not named Dwayne Johnson, you could be in trouble.

We’ve not yet bested the 7 billion death toll that Roland Emmerich reached in 2012 (released, oddly, in 2009). But hey, we’ve yet to see Star Wars: The Force Unleashed—part of a franchise known for obliterating whole planets. So we’ve still got time.

Yep, there’s a reason they’re called “extras.”

But in the midst of all these bloody blockbusters, a handful of films are suggesting that human life shouldn’t be discarded like candy wrappers. And no matter who or what or where we are, we’re worth saving.

Antonio Banderas, Alejandro Goic and Mario Casas in 'The 33'Beatrice Aguirre Zuniga / Half Circle LLC
Antonio Banderas, Alejandro Goic and Mario Casas in ‘The 33’

The 33, which comes out on November 13, chronicles the real-life rescue of 33 Chilean miners trapped nearly a half-mile underneath the earth. The movie suggests these sorts of accidents aren’t all that uncommon: Mining is dangerous work, and the mine’s supervisor tells a governmental bigwig that he’s seen more than his fair share of tragedy in his 25 years on the job. “Do you know how many men we’ve saved?” he tells a governmental bigwig. “No one!”

Some of the trapped miners are equally gloomy. “Nobody’s going to hear us!” one says. “Nobody’s going to help us!” And indeed, their plight seems hopeless. To rescue them would require entirely new feats of engineering, unimaginable stores of cash, and maybe more time than the miners have.

But a determined few—the miners’ families, the rescue workers, and one passionate government official—refuse to let the mine or the Chilean government forget they’re down there. For 69 days, much of the world watches spellbound as the rescue trundles on to its improbably happy ending. And before miner Mario Sepúlveda leaves the cramped confines of the mine, he scrawls a final message on the wall: “God was with us.”

Matt Damon in 'The Martian'Twentieth Century Fox
Matt Damon in ‘The Martian’

If 69 days seems like a long time waiting for rescue, imagine the plight of Mark Watley in The Martian. Instead of being locked under the earth for a few months, Mark’s 140 million miles away from it—stranded on a hunk of previously lifeless rock.

Using the supplies and equipment left behind, his own ingenuity and a little bit of his own poop, the astronaut finds a way to stay alive long enough to be discovered.

“At some point, everything's gonna go south on you and you're going to say, this is it. This is how I end,” Mark says later. “Now you can either accept that, or you can get to work. That's all it is. You just begin. You do the math. You solve one problem and you solve the next one, and then the next. And if you solve enough problems, you get to come home.”

But he needs some outside help, too: He needs to be rescued. And rescue missions to Mars don’t come cheap.

But when earth-bound officials discover Mark is alive and, at least, mostly well, there’s no question what they have to do. They have to figure out a way to get back to Mars in time to save their stranded botanist—no matter the cost, no matter the effort. Scientists and engineers work countless hours of overtime as the price of the rescue mission rises ever upward. Partnerships between space-faring rivals, unimaginable before now, suddenly blossom. Mark’s shipmates—still on their way home—opt to stay on the job for nearly another year and a half to slingshot around the earth and try to save their friend.

Tom Hanks in 'Bridge of Spies'Walt Disney Studios
Tom Hanks in ‘Bridge of Spies’

In Steven Spielberg’s Bridge of Spies, U2 pilot Francis Powers and American student Frederic Pryor are locked behind an Iron Curtain, not stranded on a faraway planet. But they might be even harder to rescue, given the chilly state of the Cold War in 1960. The U.S. Government very much wants to get Powers home before he starts divulging any super-sensitive secrets. It would be great to get Pryor home too, of course. But the United States is fighting a (cold) war—and in any war, there are bound to be casualties.

And yet, James Donovan, a one-time insurance lawyer who’s been tasked with negotiating Powers’ release, refuses to accept that one life—no matter how information is locked away in his noggin—is worth more than another.

“Every person matters,” Donovan says. And he works tirelessly—and risks the whole mission—to save not one, but both Americans.

Every person matters, it’s true. But how much do they matter? How much are they worth? How much are you and I worth?

Oddly enough, there’s kind of an answer to that question. The human body is worth around $160, if you break it down into its simple elements, according to DataGenetics. If we’re parceled out by parts on the black market, we’re worth significantly more. When the governmental agencies calculate what’s reasonable to spend for a given life-saving technology, they all calculate the value of a human life somewhat differently: The Environmental Protection Agency says $9.1 million, the Transportation Department, $6 million.

But when you look at many 21st-century blockbusters, you could be forgiven in thinking that a single human life isn’t worth much, given the staggering number snuffed out on screen. Killing fictional characters doesn’t cost the director or the studio anything, really: Only the audience has to pay.

But in God’s calculus, life is precious. Priceless. We are worth enough to God that He moved the cosmos for us, that He sacrificed his Son.

As Christians, we’re told that every person matters—now matter how unimportant we are, no matter what sorts of pickles we get ourselves into. And this fall, we have a handful of movies that remind us of that.

Paul Asay is a movie critic for Plugged Inand has written for a variety of websites and publications, including Time, The Washington Post and Beliefnet.com. He’s authored or co-authored several books, including most recently Burning Bush 2.0: How Pop Culture Replaced the Prophet. You can follow Paul on Twitter (@AsayPaul), read his blog, visit his website, or just think nice, happy thoughts about him in your spare time.

Books

How to Help Those in Need (Without Treating Them Like Beggars)

Robert Lupton shares strategies to lift people out of poverty for the long haul.

Christianity Today November 11, 2015
Courtesy of FCS Ministries

Charity is a core part of the church's mission to our nation and world. But what if our best efforts to help those in poverty actually drive their poverty deeper? Robert Lupton, founder and president of Atlanta's FCS Urban Ministries, argues that many popular forms of generosity and service are often toxic and destructive. In his new book, Charity Detox: What Charity Would Look Like If We Cared About Results (HarperOne), Lupton offers a roadmap for turning short-lived good intentions into lasting transformation. Bethany Hoang, founding director of International Justice Mission's Institute for Biblical Justice and co-author of The Justice Calling (Brazos), spoke with Lupton about stories of destructive charity and his vision for a new way of doing missions.

Charity Detox: What Charity Would Look Like If We Cared About Results

Charity Detox: What Charity Would Look Like If We Cared About Results

HarperOne

208 pages

$9.98

How does serving and giving become toxic?

We have a very involved and compassionate group of Christians in our culture who volunteer and give from the heart. In one sense, that’s something we can be proud of. We are a serving nation, a serving church, and our motivations are good. It’s just that we have been measuring our activities—how many people we see, how many food boxes we distribute, how many clothes we give away—instead of looking at outcomes.

The unintended consequences are sometimes destructive. When we do for others what they have the capacity to do themselves, we actually disempower them. We assume responsibility that was never ours to carry. And so the troubling message of Charity Detox is that we may be doing more harm than good, and folks who are well-meaning and operating from the heart have a very difficult time hearing that.

Can you give an illustration of when serving and giving becomes destructive?

Take Haiti, for example. With all our kindness, our aid, our mission work, people in Haiti are poorer today than they were at the beginning of the compassion boom that began about 40 years ago. Prior to the earthquake in 2010, $8.3 billion in aid had been pumped into Haiti, and an equal amount has been committed since. Yet, the average Haitian is 25 percent poorer today than 25 years ago. That’s a destructive outcome.

Along these lines, I was talking with a Nicaraguan banker who has gone into microlending ministry, giving small loans for peasant people to help them strengthen their businesses. When we were talking about how he works with the church in Nicaragua, he told me that there are whole sections of his country where they cannot do microlending at all: areas where there are concentrations of US church partnerships with Nicaraguan churches.

The banker told me, “My people say, ‘Why would we want to borrow money? They give it to us! Why do we want to borrow money for our churches? They build them for us!’” He said, “They are turning my people into beggars.”

These are just a couple examples from the ground that make me realize how much of our aid has a destructive impact. Instead of alleviating poverty, our aid is deepening poverty. And that’s how our paradigm needs to shift—from giving aid to developing people, from toxicity to transformation.

What does it look like to make that shift, from toxicity to transformation?

One local example is in our ministry in the inner city of Atlanta. For years I led a Christmas program for kids’ families that aren’t getting anything for Christmas. Caring people from around the city would go shopping and buy toys for the kids and deliver these gifts to homes on Christmas Eve. It created a lot of excitement; it was like Santa Claus was coming. But when we moved into the inner city and were more closely involved with those on the receiving end, I was in some of the homes when the gift-bearing families arrived. And that’s when I saw something very troubling.

The kids of course were very excited. The moms were gracious, perhaps a little embarrassed. But if there was a father in the household, he just disappeared. He went out the back door. I realized what was happening—those parents, in front of their own children, were being exposed for their inability to provide. The moms would endure that indignity, but it was just more than a father’s pride could handle. It was as though his impotence were being exposed in front of his wife and children in his own living room. And it was very, very hurtful.

And so we said, we’ve got to change that. That resulted in a new event we call Pride for Parents. We told caring folks, “Go shopping, buy toys, but don’t wrap them. We’ll set up a storefront in the middle of our community as a toy shop, put somewhere between a yard-sale and a wholesale price on those toys, and invite parents to come in and go shopping.” And even if the parents didn’t have money, or were unemployed, we were creating cash flow through the sale of toys: That enabled us to hire unemployed parents, so that they would have money to purchase toys for their children.

We found out a couple of very interesting things that first year of Pride for Parents. First, that parents were a whole lot more eager to earn, to purchase those toys that would delight their children, than they were to stand in the free toy lines with their proof of poverty and receive toys that others had provided for their children.

Second, we discovered a universal truth—everyone loves to find a bargain. It was a delight for parents to find a great bargain for their children and have the means of making that purchase. And on Christmas morning, parents in our inner-city community had the same joy that most other parents have, of seeing their children open up the gifts that they had purchased through their own efforts.

The principle is this: No one is so poor that they have nothing to contribute, nothing to bring to the table in the community. And so the change from toxic to transformative comes about in finding those talents, abilities, and resources that the poor have, and then setting up systems of exchange, of reciprocity, where everyone has something of value to contribute.

We did the same thing with our food pantry, transitioning from a give-away food program to a co-op, a buy-in club where people can access affordable food and have ownership. Our clothes closet give-away program was converted into a thrift store where our neighbors could find bargains and also work to earn money to purchase clothes. We hired unemployed folks into a retail-training program so that they move into the economic mainstream. It’s a shift from dependency to development.

How can we persuade well-meaning Christians to drop quick-fix, self-gratifying activities, and instead pursue the more difficult work of transformation?

Development is more expensive and time-consuming. It requires longer-term commitment than emergency assistance. The right response to people in crisis is an emergency response. That’s when a tornado blows through a town, when someone’s house burns down, when an earthquake hits Haiti. But when the bleeding stops, it’s time to shift toward rebuilding lives and businesses. That’s a much slower, longer, less exciting process, but absolutely essential if people are going to move out of poverty and put their lives back together.

Emergency assistance is shorter-term, crisis-oriented, easier to fund. It’s understandable that ministries involved in crisis intervention will extend the marketing of that crisis beyond where they should. Development activities are harder to raise money for and require more commitment. In our country we’ve been giving emergency responses to what is clearly chronic poverty, not a sudden, temporary crisis. Look at the way we treat food distribution to people in need. Our food pantries are fish-feeding stations that should have been converted into fishing classes, fishing schools that help people catch their own fish. When you use an emergency response to meet a chronic need, you harm people.

In the book, you claim that we’re not telling the whole story behind what’s actually taking place in our mission work. What are we not telling, and what’s at stake in being honest about the whole story?

Mission giving is on the rise, and yet giving to full-time missionaries is at a 100-year low. Most missionaries are short-term. We send out about 2 million short-term missionaries in a year, which represents several billion dollars spent on missions. The difficulty is, that money doesn’t generally go into the actual work of alleviating poverty. There’s an enormous misappropriation of kingdom resources.

I remember when Hurricane Mitch swept through Central America in 1998. We rushed in to rebuild homes, building hundreds of homes at an average cost of $30,000 a home. Local Hondurans could have built those homes for $3,000 a home. Much of that added expense was in our own expenditure for transportation, food, and so on.

I remember a group of college students that traveled to Honduras to paint an orphanage. The amount of money the students spent on that trip could have been used to hire two Honduran painters as well as hire two full-time teachers for the school and buy new uniforms for every student.

And then an awful lot of our work is “make-work.” One of our staff women was at an international conference and was asked by an African educator, “There’s something about you Americans that I’ve just never understood. What is it about you that loves to paint so much? In our village when the Americans were coming they’d let us out of school early and tell us to go out and get mud and dirt and trash up the outside of the school because ‘the Americans need something to paint.’ That whole school was painted four different times the three years I was a student there.”

We need to ask the question, “Is the work we do on the ground truly significant work?” We need to ask, “Whose agenda is our mission really about?” And then we need to ask, “Are we really enabling folks to move out of poverty?” The reality is that in most cases we’re not. We’re deepening dependency instead.

The only thing that moves a person out of poverty is a job. That’s it. So the next question we need to ask is, “Are we facilitating the creation of jobs that enable people to move out of poverty?” The answer is no, we’re not. And it’s because we’re taking the wrong people on mission trips. Rather than taking “servers,” we need to take job creators and business people. Instead of taking mission trips, we need to take investment trips.

How do you bring together ministry-minded servants with business-minded strategists? Or “mission” trips with “investment” trips? In other words, how do we avoid an unhealthy separation between those who care for souls and spiritual growth and those who ask the critical bottom-line questions?

Because the business folk ask the bottom-line questions, sometimes the servers feel like they’re a little hard-hearted. But I see these as essential questions if we’re going to lay the groundwork for legitimate businesses. For example, if we continue to serve and prop up little microenterprises that are not really creating upward mobility, we’re not really helping move people out of poverty. For that, you need scale up to for-profit businesses and create wealth that impacts the larger population.

A friend of mine from Atlanta was in the furniture import business and got frustrated. Most of his materials were coming from the Pacific Rim, and he had shipping problems, quality control issues, and other difficulties. He and his wife decided to move to the Philippines, bought some land, set up a factory, and started manufacturing furniture for their customers. I saw him recently, 10 years since he’d moved there. He shared with me, “We have about 3,000 employees. We set up three different factories in three difference village areas. And those jobs have created at least as many auxiliary jobs.”

He’s now had a significant impact on the whole region. Quality of life is improving, education is improving, people’s lifestyles are improving, and their homes are improving. They’ve planted three different churches, and their spiritual life is improving. Think of everything that missionaries have brought this region over the past hundred years. You could make the argument that one couple, with the vision to do well in business and do good at the same time, is bringing something even more transformative.

The paradigm of mission has to change if we’re going to see poverty alleviated.

What’s your prognosis for the American church? Is the mission paradigm changing yet?

The good news is the growing awareness among Western churches that what we have been doing historically has not been working. The poor are not moving out of poverty; if anything, they’re getting poorer. We’re beginning to ask the right questions about how to reverse that process. That discussion is going on in churches all over the country and spreading—now on the denominational level as well as megachurches.

Foundations are revisiting their giving and their grants, asking for outcomes rather than just activities. The Salvation Army, Union Gospel Missions, and other front-line organizations are changing their paradigm from “free beds and free meals” to engaging their guests in every aspect of running the mission, from making beds to cooking meals to doing laundry.

I am very encouraged by the movement that I see.

See also Amy L. Sherman’s review of Lupton’s 2011 book, Toxic Charity.

Church Life

This Veterans Day, Meet the Soldiers of Church History

Did you know the holiday was originally named after a French bishop?

Martin of Tours

Martin of Tours

Christianity Today November 11, 2015
Louis Anselme Longa

This June, CT drew attention to veterans’ experiences in the cover story “Formed by War.” To continue the discourse sparked by that story, alongside the Centurions Guild, CT is hosting an online series called Ponder Christian Soldiers. (Read the introduction to the series here, and the second installment here.) The following essay is from Centurions Guild founder Logan Isaac on long-forgotten soldiers of church history.

When we think about Christian soldiers, we can be tempted (based on our views on war in general) to either venerate or vilify those who have participated in military service or combat. The battlefield certainly has its share of both beauty and tragedy, and that complexity can be confusing. To some, Christian soldiers—ready to stand up and sacrifice for a larger cause—are heroes, for “Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” (John 15:13). To others, the violence of combat seems overwhelming in its scope and severity. They take Jesus’ words, “all who draw the sword will die by the sword” (Matt. 26:52), to mean that soldiers’ close proximity to killing fundamentally compromises their morals.

This dichotomy highlights our need to find a new way of thinking about Christian soldiers. And one avenue for doing so takes us back in time, as we remember the saints of Christian history who served in war.

Saints—whether among the living or among those who have passed into the next life—are people who live lives faithful to the gospel of Jesus Christ. Some denominations have formal procedures for designating certain Christians as saints and reserve the title for only a few. In the Catholic, Orthodox, and Anglican traditions, saints are those whose faith was so exemplary that they become guides for how to live as Christians. In the Catholic tradition, before a saint can be added to the canon, they must be nominated, then investigated by a “devil’s advocate” (officially known as the Promoter of Faith) who tries to find fault in their lives. This process of canonization, therefore, has the added benefit of reminding us that every saint has a past, and every sinner, a future.

In my book For God and Country (in That Order), I profile more than 40 individuals whose stories bear directly on issues around military service. Together, these soldier saints provide a precedent for understanding how the church has witnessed both against and within war.

The lives of some soldier saints are fairly easy to interpret. Maximilian of Tebessa (A.D. 274–295) refused to be drafted to the Roman Army, and thus was immediately beheaded. He went to his death encouraging others to take up the "crown of martyrdom," which he earned by resisting the emperor. Other soldier saints are more complicated. Scholars are divided on whether Martin of Tours served in the Roman Army 3 years or nearly 30. As a Christian, Martin had no problem protecting the life of Caesar in the Praetorian Guard, but he drew the line at combat duty. Martin believed that, as a christi miles (“soldier of Christ”) he was not permitted to fight. Long before today was called Veterans Day, it was St. Martin’s Day or Martinmas, the day in 397 that the French bishop died just outside Tours.

Though few have heard of Martin, his influence is far-reaching. The roots for the word chapel and its derivative, chaplain, come from a story about Martin’s military cloak (cappa). While passing by the gates of the city of Amiens with his unit, Martin noticed a man begging. Seeing that the man lacked clothing to shield against the freezing weather, Martin stopped and cut off half of his fine woolen cloak to share with the man. We would all benefit from contemplating the symbolism of a Christian soldier using his weapon to cut in half a garment that represented the prestige of the Praetorian Guard—and the military might of an empire—to care for the poor.

Martin of Tours is an obscure figure today, but a number of the saints we are familiar with have been profoundly shaped by their military experience. Francis of Assisi was on the road to war when a dream turned him around and forced him to deal with combat stress resulting from his months as a prisoner of war. Ignatius of Loyola accepted Christ into his heart while convalescing from wounds he suffered as a Spanish knight. He did not found the Jesuits until after he laid his military vestments at the foot of the Virgin of Montserrat, near Barcelona. His order was the first to insist on including obedience as an ordinal vow. The issue of obedience is relevant, and closely associated with military service, to this day. One criticism frequently directed at soldiers who embrace pacifism is that they are obligated to obey the commander in chief. This issue is pressed by Christians despite Peter’s declaration that “We must obey God rather than human beings” (Acts 5:29).

Chaplains like Francis Sampson, whose life was one inspiration for the movie Saving Private Ryan, remind us that military service and participation in war cannot be equated with murder. For chaplains and many other military occupational specialties, using a weapon is a secondary or even tertiary duty at most—and some never see a firearm after basic training. Further, Christian service can include providing medical aid to soldiers on both sides of a conflict, as Camillus of Lellis did in the Battle of Canizi in 1601 (centuries before the Red Cross). And bravery or valor doesn’t always require a firearm; two Medal of Honor recipients were certified conscientious objectors because of their faith (Desmond Doss of WWII and Thomas Bennett in Vietnam).

The lives of these soldier saints, both canonized and contemporary, help us think more deeply about what it means to be a Christian soldier and why these soldiers are integral to the life of the church. According to the US Defense Department, nearly 70 percent of service personnel are Christian. But at least 1 soldier and up to 22 veterans take their own lives every day, which means understanding the moral landscape of military service is of utmost importance for the church. For soldiers who are struggling, the discovery that prominent and well-adjusted religious leaders have also served may provide hope. Some of our most inspirational modern saints once served in the military, including Christian Community Development Association founder John M. Perkins (US Army), L’Arche founder Jean Vanier (British Royal Navy and Royal Canadian Navy), and writer Frederick Buechner (a World War II veteran).

The soldier saints, and Martin of Tours especially, lived what it means to be a Christian in times of war, and their military experience is an important part of their legacy. We would do well to look to them for guidance.

We want to invite conversation about the experiences of veterans. If you have a story to share, or a question to ask, direct those to Centurions Guild founder Logan Isaac at logan[at]centurionsguild.org.

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