Matt W Cook

writer.former fundamentalist.christianly fellow

Plans, plans, plans.

What are you doing in three weeks?

I guess I can’t be sure. I’ve been ‘sure’ of a lot of these over this past three/four years that have never happened. But I think I’ll be walking out of a warm airport into a frigid blast of Canadian February. We’re coming home.

Good or bad? Bitter or sweet?

It’ll be hard leaving the family and friends I have here. It’ll be hard to leave them and this country that I’ve fallen in love with. It’ll be hard to leave the unique opportunities that this place presents us with.
It’ll be good to get to Canada and see the family and friends I have there. It’ll be good to enjoy the great things Canada has and the unique opportunities Canada will present me.

I’m excited to get back. I’m excited about all the great things I will be able to be a part of. Good things are in the future. Pray for us. See ya in a few weeks.

Another Word from Ruth

Here I sit again, thinking about my dad…

It’s been a little over three months now. In a way time has passed very slowly yet quickly! I have such amazing memories of my dad and I find myself wanting to be like him. I can’t figure out how he was always so patient and king. Not once in my life did I see him fret. No matter what came up, or how hard life would get, or how sick he would become, he always trusted, always rested in God. And God rewarded him for his faithfulness.

I cannot understand why what happens happens, but I know for sure everything has a reason. God knows the answers to all things and that’s good enough reason to rely on the Almighty and be comforted that he has it all under control.

We have three weeks left until we come to Canada.

Mixed feelings.

When I see my mom and her mourning eyes it crushes me to think about leaving her. I wish I could just take her with me. I didn’t think it would be this tough, but both my mom and I cry when we talk about how I’m leaving. It’s a relief, though, that I won’t be leaving my dad behind in a situation of uncertain health.

Pray for me, eh? For my mom and all my family. I’m blessed in so many ways. I praise God for my family, amazing in-laws, all you friends out there, and Matt and my kids. See ya soon.

Five minutes later…

I wonder if the church’s shallowness in the creative and professional world is due to shallowness of theology.

The church’s theology and worldview is generally very shallow. A search of the most popular books read by Christians today puts The Shack at the very top with different Max Lucado works not too far behind. And whatever else you can say about the books contemporary Christians read, you could never accuse them of being too deep. Since 2001 I can think of three books that made a mark on the Christian scene. The Prayer of Jabez, The Purpose-Driven Life, and The Shack. I’ve read two of them, and I’m disappointed by them. Not just because they contain things that I disagree with (which they do). I can respect a book I disagree with. I respected Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion. I was disappointed with them because there seemed to be little of significant substance in them. At least Dawkins made me think. At least Dawkins had something profound to offer his readers. Does it not seem that contemporary Christian writers offer little more than witty sayings and neat ideas that bring some encouragement when the going gets rough?
Theology, which ought to be the deepest and most profound and intellectually challenging study out there, is marked as something almost useless at best and dangerously divisive at worst. But the Christian worldview is built on theology! And if our theology is the lite version found in The Shack or Left Behind are we not just drinking the Diet Coke of theology? Lite beer, instead of miraculous wine?
And if our theology is truly shallow, as I’m sure it is, and if our lives are built on our theology, how could we be expected to produce anything deep?

There was a time when Christian thought was deep. People like Dante, Bunyan, Bach, Newton, Lewis, and others, all working in their own fields, generating creative works that have lasted generations. These people sweated to produce things that showed off the Source to the world. Some were not necessarily prolific, but they were all profound. But how can we be expected to be profound today? Our theology isn’t profound. The god we have make for ourselves is certainly not profound. Our religion and sub-culture is anything but profound.

It starts with a right view of God. The profound God. The God that dares you to apply every ounce of intellect toward understanding him and his work. But who dares take Him up on the offer? Why bother, when a much cheaper god is available at every corner bookshop?

A man or woman’s work will always show what his underlying worldview or values are. I am sad to say that I have had more spiritual insight from Stephen King’s The Stand than from The Shack or any other ‘Christian’ novel written in the past ten years.

But I think there is hope. I know people who can shake things up. There are friends of mine who are good at what they do. I have been blessed with amazing friends. Friends who recognized the profoundness of Christ. Who have skill with the pen or brush or tune or thought. I pray the tides will be changed in my generation. Profound Christianity may never be popular, but it should at least be present.

Far from the deep end.

I like big books (and I cannot lie).

I’ve been seriously reading novels for about two years now. Not just as a minor hobby, but really digging into the books, ripping them apart and digesting them. I think I haven’t had a time in the last two years where I wasn’t in the middle of some book. I read just about anything I can get my hands on. I find almost every genre appealing. Right now I’m in the middle of Silence of the Lambs (creepy, I know). I started it yesterday. I think I’ll be done it tonight.

The book that I was reading before Silence of the Lambs was Dan Brown’s Deception Point. What a difference between the two! Deception Point is clever. Silence of the Lambs is profound. Fortunately for Dan Brown, we live in an odd society where cleverness is almost always to be preferred before profoundness. So in the west we now have a society where everyone knows J.K. Rowling, Dan Brown and all their creations, while many may have never even heard of amazing writers like Thomas Harris or the like.

And then I thought of the Christians.

Have you ever read a ‘Christian’ novel or seen a ‘Christian’ movie? Are they not almost always incredibly shallow? Why is that?

I think I’ve made this rant before. Have I? The rant that the Christian world is generally not very good at what it does, especially in regards to creative things. Why is it that to get a deep, profound work of creative genius I need to look to writers who generally deny that creative Source that gave them their creativity?

Are we just lazy? I’d really like to think so. If not, then we’re just stupid and shallow. I think we have a lot to offer and teach and show if we really pulled up our socks and got to it.

More to come later…

Far from the deep end.

I like big books (and I cannot lie).

I’ve been seriously reading novels for about two years now. Not just as a minor hobby, but really digging into the books, ripping them apart and digesting them. I think I haven’t had a time in the last two years where I wasn’t in the middle of some book. I read just about anything I can get my hands on. I find almost every genre appealing. Right now I’m in the middle of Silence of the Lambs (creepy, I know). I started it yesterday. I think I’ll be done it tonight.

The book that I was reading before Silence of the Lambs was Dan Brown’s Deception Point. What a difference between the two! Deception Point is clever. Silence of the Lambs is profound. Fortunately for Dan Brown, we live in an odd society where cleverness is almost always to be preferred before profoundness. So in the west we now have a society where everyone knows J.K. Rowling, Dan Brown and all their creations, while many may have never even heard of amazing writers like Thomas Harris or the like.

And then I thought of the Christians.

Have you ever read a ‘Christian’ novel or seen a ‘Christian’ movie? Are they not almost always incredibly shallow? Why is that?

I think I’ve made this rant before. Have I? The rant that the Christian world is generally not very good at what it does, especially in regards to creative things. Why is it that to get a deep, profound work of creative genius I need to look to writers who generally deny that creative Source that gave them their creativity?

Are we just lazy? I’d really like to think so. If not, then we’re just stupid and shallow. I think we have a lot to offer and teach and show if we really pulled up our socks and got to it.

More to come later…

Video

This was made a while ago, it was just waiting for a decent internet connection:

A Word from Ruth

Hey everyone!

This is Ruth. I, along with my family, am so thankful to all who ever prayed for my father, DevRaj. He no longer lives on this earth but is residing with the King of Kings! I can’t even imagine how happy he must be to be with His Jesus and to fellowship with the One he served all his life! I am looking forward to that glorious future myself.

I want to tell the world about my dear dad. He never met most of you, but the ones he did he remembered in his prayers daily. He was always thankful about how so many of you never stopped supporting him and his family in all the ways you have. Lots and lots of thanks to you all for praying, encouraging and everything. We miss him so much! It’s hard to believe that he is gone…kind of strange that we will not see his face until we see him there…partially sad but a glorious hope. Please keep praying for us all. Especially my mom who feels all alone at this moment…we Pakistani people spend almost all our years with the families and it is just so hard to be away from each other. But I am so thankful that I was here and my visa arrived late. God works all things for good.

I love my dad and am so proud to be his daughter. He gave me all the freedom regardless the cultural/tribal barriers and I’m proud to know that he always encouraged us to accomplish our goals. One BIG thing I noticed was that he was truly a man of God. Faithful, devoted to God, kind and gentle, our good friend. I spent hours talking to him and realized this one thing that mattered to him – trust God no matter what. Follow His lead. Don’t run after this world and its vanity but chase after God. Only He matters. He spent so much time with His God that he actually knew all about his death – how it would take place and even when he’d be buried! He was very perceptive. He loved his God above all. I learned so much from his faithful life and praise God to have been given an amazing godly man. I could go on and on about his character.

Even on his death bed, in the very last moments, he said this to me as I was crying: “God is always faithful and will never leave His people. Be content and happy in all things. We must praise Him in all circumstances.” The thought that gives me peace is that he is up there with his God and have no sickness and totally has a new body. He ran his course well. Praise God!

Up and Away

I’ve been reading a book by Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion. I have half a chapter left, and I’ll probably write a full review at some time. I’ve been itching to deal with one thing I’ve noticed in the book since about chapter three, especially since my father-in-law crossed the river. So I’ll deal with it a little bit right now.

Dawkins talks about the popular idea of NOMA (non-overlapping magisteria). That is, the idea that science cannot comment on things related to religion (and, presumably, that religion cannot comment on things of science). Dawkins denies NOMA, and I think I do, too. Dawkins finds no reason why our scientific knowledge cannot give us a clue to whether there is a God or not and (if he exists) what he is up to. Makes sense to me. But then he takes a fatal turn in his logic.

One of his main arguments is about regress. Where did a God complicated and powerful and personable enough to create such a vast and complex universe come from? Christians give the almost cop-out answer that God was always there and they generally leave it at that. That sort of answer does not satisfy Dawkins. Nor, I suppose, does it satisfy me. It’s a true answer, I think, but it’s missing something.

When we talk about God, especially in regards to his existence, we usually miss the most important concept. If any kind of God exists, he is necessarily transcendent. When we talk about God without keeping utter transcendence in mind we will always make mistakes. God is not a He or a She. He is transcendent. He is not a person as we know people, but he is more like a person than anything we know. We can only imperfectly compare him to things we have come in contact with.

Trying to talk about God is usually like a couple amoebae talking about the scientists that are growing them. The scientists are completely transcendent to the amoebae and there is no way the amoebae can even conceive of the scientists in any real ways (unless the scientists somehow gave them that ability, but that’s another blog).

So when we talk about the God Hypothesis we will be talking utter nonsense unless we acknowledge transcendence. Which is why Dawkins, arguing from a purely biological standpoint, cannot understand why regress cannot end with God. In his book he never argues metaphysically, but any discussion about God must needs be metaphysical. Not to say that science cannot tell us anything about God, but science, because of our own limitations, cannot ‘pin him down.’

This makes me think about my father-in-law. He is the amoeba who has now evolved into something higher. I am sitting here in my little petri dish, my tiny thoughts stabbing in the dark at something beyond me. He has been taken out of the dish and given a chair in the scientist’s house. I can hardly conceive God without falling into idolatry, but he can walk and talk with him now, metaphysically speaking.

An end.

Dear friends,

At 6:40pm my father-in-law, Rev. Devraj Joseph, succumbed to septic shock due to pneumonia.

What can I say now? We’re devastated. He was a man of God, quick with encouraging words and smiles. Always putting his family first. It’s like there a part of us that has been ripped away, and it won’t come back.

But I’ve been thinking about what Paul said – “We don’t mourn like those who have no hope.” We have hope. I have a hope that right now Devraj is happier and more alive than he has ever been. I have a hope that he has receive that Pearl for which he sold everything. I have hope.

So I mourn. We’re all mourning. But with hope.

The funeral will be in Sanghar, Saturday 18 at 10am. He will be buried in Mirpur Khas.

Thank you all who prayed.

Trailer

Here’s a teaser trailer that my brother made. The finished product should be ready a little while after we return to Canada (whenever that will be…)

EDIT: well…that obviously doesn’t work, now does it? It’s a shame, really, because it took an hour to upload. Any nerds out there know what the problem is??