Who Owns Miley's Heart? Part Two

This is the second of a two-part blog about the relationship between American Christianity and celebrities. In this case, the subject is Miley Cyrus. The content here may soon appear on the Axis Worldview blog.

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Let’s talk about compartmentalism.

Do you remember learning about how the Titanic had all of those compartments built into its hull that were supposed to keep water from traveling throughout the vessel and sinking it? Well, we can sometimes set ourselves up in a similar way. Like the sea water in the ship, we want our faith to only go into certain compartments of our lives. But the danger to us is the opposite of the Titanic. If we only keep our faith in secluded areas of our lives, we have a greater chance of them becoming a shipwreck.

Sure, you go to church on Sundays and maybe Wednesdays if you feel really spiritual. But that is all neatly contained in your Faith compartment. And you’re sure not to let those contents spill into your School compartment or Social compartment, etc. What happens when a teacher asks you about macro-evolution? You mention that your Faith compartment believes the Bible, but the more professional School compartment believes Darwin, more or less. How about partying? Your Faith compartment objects, but your Social compartment tells you to go ahead with the beer pong (or Salvia bong, in Miley’s case). Point number two of this Miley Cyrus series is this: a life of separation leaves you ever-divided. Either Jesus is Lord of all, or He is not Lord at all.

It seems like we’ve heard something about this before. In fact it was Jesus who told us that, “if a house is divided against itself, that house will not be able to stand.” (Mark 3:25) In other words, the compartmentalized life is unsteady, ready to fall at any time.

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In Miley’s case, she once proclaimed that, “Faith is a big part of my life.”

That was a good enough testimony to give her a great reputation with Christians. She and her daddy, Billy Ray were featured in numerous Christian magazine articles and put on a pedestal of sorts in the Christian community. Her TV shows, movies and songs weren’t really Christian in nature, but not terrible either. After all, many Christian artists don’t necessarily mention Jesus in their songs. No big deal.

“Life’s what you make it, so let’s make it rock!”

“Nobody's Perfect! I gotta work it!”

“You know they say, when there’s a will there’s a way. Lives are free, talk is

cheap.”

These songs were pretty neutral to the average consumer, so they passed the basic morality tests pretty easily. Now in 2010, Miley’s songs have a bit more bite to them.

“For those who don't know me, I can get a bit crazy. Have to get my way, yeah,

24 hours a day, 'cause I'm hot like that. Every guy everywhere just gives me

mad attention, like I'm under inspection. I always get the 10s, ‘cause I'm built

like that.”

When Miley first moved to Hollywood, she seemed like a good girl on a mission: “That's kind of why I'm like here in Hollywood — to be like a light, a testimony to say God can take someone from Nashville and make me this, but it's his will that made this happen.” Instead, it appears that Hollywood has had more of an impact on Miley. “I'm a completely different person [than when I released 2008's Breakout]. I'm much more confident. You know, I've always been a confident person, but I was going through a lot then," she told MTV news in June. "There's so many people in your life telling you who you should and shouldn't be," Cyrus said. "And that's what Tamed [is] about. It's about being who you are to the fullest. And now I know who that is."

Who that person is, is not what we all used to think she was. But it’s easy to redefine yourself when your faith only occupies a neat little space in your life. It’s true that nobody’s perfect, but on the other side of the coin, talk is indeed cheap. What should we expect from Miley in the future? We can’t be sure exactly, but we ought not raise our expectations.

The question is: Now that Miley’s faith has started sneezing, will you catch the cold yourself?

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How do we respond to this danger of a fragmented life? Here’s a solid answer from the Word: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.” All your heart, soul, mind and strength means everything. It’s not a matter of filling a time quota in church, feeding enough homeless or visiting enough elderly people in your spare time; it’s about knowing God and loving Him. Your life will reflect that. That is how the world gets changed.

Who Owns Miley's Heart? Part One

This is a two-part blog about the relationship between American Christianity and celebrities. In this case, the subject is Miley Cyrus. The content here may soon appear on the Axis Worldview blog, but I thought I'd put it up here to show you that I haven't been totally lazy in my absence from this blog.

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Oh, to have the good old days back again. It seems like only yesterday when young superstar Miley Cyrus made the cover story of Christianity Today. How thrilling it was to hear someone so famous talk about her relationship with Jesus. “I sing, dance and act for Jesus!… I do everything for Jesus.”[1] Christians across the country were beside themselves that someone so cool recommended Jesus! Golly, with Miley Cyrus on board, now Jesus is sure to catch on with the kids!

Now in a new decade, times they are a-changin’. Since Miley has been wearing black leather and grinding with dudes in clubs, a lot of bewildered Christians have begun to pull back their Miley endorsements. How embarrassing! Just when we had such a lovely and famous role model, she turned 17 and decided to do what most pop stars do at that age. She has begun to market herself as a sex object with a microphone.

Along with Miley’s apparent fall from grace, this question arises: What about Miley’s faith in Jesus? What about all of the kids who thought Jesus was cool because of Miley’s testimony?

That brings us to point number one.

Jesus is not cool or uncool based on human endorsement, no matter how famous that particular human is. As author Os Guinness has quipped, “A Christian celebrity sneezes and the Church catches the cold.”[2] Trying to convert your friends because Mel Gibson or Michael Vick or Miley Cyrus “loves Jesus” is very dangerous. Why? Because people, especially celebrities, fail us. Mel Gibson made a great movie in The Passion of the Christ, but in the years since has been publically exposed for his drunken fits in which he hurls out racial slurs. What do you do with that? Well, you certainly don’t base your faith on Mel Gibson or any other Christian celebrity.

We must tell others about Jesus. It is our duty as Christians to tell this dying world about the glorious salvation and hope that He is. However, let’s not base it on celebrity endorsements. We must base the gospel upon Scripture and upon what Jesus has done. He Himself is our firm foundation.

“Titans from the worlds of politics, sport, music, television and religion stride the Christian stage and screen with an authority born only of their mass appeal. ‘Following the star’ has become the exact opposite of what it was for the three wise men. Today it leads away from Christ, not to him.”[3] -Os Guinness

Stay tuned for the next installment, where we’ll explore a deeper reason for this whole problem: compartmentalism.

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[1] http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20186041,00.html

[2] Os Guinness, The Gravedigger File, p.104

[3] Os Guinness, The Gravedigger File, p.154

Until We Meet Again

My grandpa is no longer in the flesh, but is now caught away in glory. I revered him deeply, and will miss him. Last night he passed into eternity. I got the news after our worship service at church, during which we sang Tomlin's rendition of Amazing Grace. I thought these words very fitting for Grandpa:

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow
The sun forbear to shine
But God, who called me here below
Will be forever mine

My chains are gone, I've been set free
My God, my Savior has ransomed me
And like a flood His mercy reigns
Unending love, amazing grace

Until we meet again, I love you Grandpa.

Take Nothing for Granted, Part II

Today finds me sitting here enjoying the cool morning. It seems like Colorado has decided to give us some respite from the summer heat and chill down for a bit. I don't have a problem with that at all.

Let me tell you about Dustin, a friend of mine from back in Minnesota. I met Dustin through church, as he was in a Sunday school class for high schoolers that I taught for a few years. Never one to say a lot, he would sit and listen attentively to the lesson and only say something back if I asked him to. But like a lot of quiet people, there was a lot more to Dustin when you got to know him. He was smart and thoughtful, and empathized with others in a deep way. We struck up a friendship and I started calling him by a nickname "Dusty Britches," for no reason I can remember.

As Dusty got older, he came around church a little less frequently, as his work schedule didn't accommodate Sunday mornings that well. But his demeanor didn't change; still hopeful and bright, and making plans for his future after high school. He started attending college in a nearby town for a law enforcement degree.

I moved to Colorado July of last year, and lost touch with a lot of peripheral friends and acquaintances back home. A little while after I moved here I heard that Dustin had been diagnosed with lymphoma, and that he would be receiving treatment. And every now and again I would get an update on how he was doing, but that was about all I heard.

I decided it would be a neat idea to write Dustin a letter of some sort, since he was dealing with his illness. But I didn't know where to start. I didn't want to give him some sort of empty words, like I have heard people give their sick loved ones. There's not always a reason, it's just God's plan... Let go and let God. No, that doesn't cut it. But instead, a letter talking about the reality of suffering and evil, and the intervention of a real God into our fallen world. I just wanted him to know that I cared about him and that I hoped and prayed for his healing. So I put it on the "to do when I have the time" list. Soon I heard that Dustin's treatments were going very well and that it looked like he was on the upswing. It was good news, but the urgency of writing that letter diminished a bit, pushed to the "to do sometime, maybe" list.

It was a beautiful day in May when I got the call that Dustin passed away. After the shock wore down, my thoughts immediately went to that letter I had intended to write. Still unwritten, still unheard.

Time is a precious thing. They say to never leave anything unsaid. They say to take nothing for granted. They are right. Eventually we all run out of time, out of opportunities to show others that we care.

Here's to you, Dusty Britches (July 16, 1990 - May 12, 2010). I will not forget you.

The Star Spangled Banner, Verse Four

Oh! Thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Take Nothing for Granted, Part I

With a title like that, you might be expecting something serious. Well in a roundabout sort of way, it is. But first, a story.

Thursday my roommate came home with a sweet batch of Arbucks-stay* banana bread. Apparently he scored it from some employees who were about to toss it because it was a day old or something. Like any generous roommate, he offered some to me also.

My plan was to take a piece of banana bread to work on Friday morning and devour it during my coffee break. Friday morning rolled around and in my rush to get out the door, I left the banana bread behind. I realized my mistake on the way to work and yelled "Stupid! Stupid!" at myself inside my head. Then I spent the rest of the day anticipating the delight I would have by remembering to bring the banana bread to work today.

This morning I woke up, showered, put lunch together, and packed my banana bread snugly next to my sandwich in my lunch bag. I drove to work, put it all in the refrigerator, and then something happened. One of the nurses came in to work and brought with her a specially-made batch of... you guessed it, banana bread. What could I do? Of course I couldn't turn down more free food, so I ate the banana bread she brought in (which was delicious, by the way). Meanwhile, mine stayed in my lunch bag all day and came home with me tonight.

I was thinking about the whole thing tonight, and I was reminded of a verse in the Bible that says:

Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit"— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. - James 4:13-14

How true this is. The verse is talking about taking big things for granted, but I think we need to be careful of taking the little things for granted also. I was caught in the act taking my morning banana bread for granted, and what a small thing. Yet we sometimes find that we have far less control over situations than we'd like. So if it's a steady job, a warm place to sleep, or even a morsel of food, be thankful and diligent; it could be taken away at any time. Next time I'll talk about a friend of mine named Dusty.

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. - Psalm 90:12


*This is a fictitious name of a real coffee shop that might not want the world knowing that it sometimes gives away food that would end up in the dumpster anyway.

Quote of the Day

Tonight I opted out of a post-work burger (thanks for the invite, Mark) and went instead to a young adults Bible study. There were some people there I needed to reconnect with now that I'm back from vacation. I walked in late, but I heard the leader talking about how important it is for us to have a heart that is tender and fruitful to the things of God; a heart like cultivated soil.

It's funny, but it brings to mind an experience I had while I went to visit Minnesota last week.

My parents have a big garden. It is full of thick, nutrient-rich, potting soil-grade black dirt. One day during my visit I got the privilege of tilling the garden. I was all too eager to do it, because as soon as the tiller did its thing I got to walk behind, barefoot, through the soft, warm, moist soil. If you haven't experienced this before, I suggest you do before you die. At least buy a bag of potting soil and stick your feet in it, if you don't have any black dirt of your own.

Anyway, that is the picture I get when I think of a cultivated heart. As I look at my own heart, I think that it has more resembled the dirt you'd see after it parched in the sun for a couple of months. But I know that God has a sweet tiller, and I believe there are some plants to grow.

So finally the quote, since I promised it at the outset. When we closed the night with prayer, one of the men in my group said:

"Are we the bride of Christ, or a fickle, fickle girlfriend that hardly ever gives him the time of day?"

Selah