Showing posts with label Vermont. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vermont. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Vive la Différence!

Earlier today a friend of mine, Craig Dunham, pointed me to a fascinating display of photos from the Prints and Photographs Division of the Library of Congress. The Denver Post’s photo blog recently ran this compilation of color photographs taken between 1939-1943.

I was especially interested in the photo posted here, which was taken by Jack Delano in September, 1941 at the Vermont state fair in Rutland, Vermont. My interest in this photo goes beyond its artistry to the fact that my great-grandparents owned a farm in Rutland County that my father visited many times as a child.

Personal interests aside, what I found striking in all the photos was how vivid the colors were. It occurred to me that part of the reason for this is that we (at least those of us under a certain age) tend to think of these times as having occurred in varying shades of gray. Our only exposure to them is in old black and white photos and film. I remember the experience as a child of seeing an old baseball uniform at the Hall of Fame and being initially surprised. All of the sudden I realized that teams had colors in their uniforms back then…it wasn’t always the gray team against the white team!

Similarly, this is what makes it so important that we constantly be reminded of our sin. Nobody enjoys this, but without it, we will tend to think of ourselves as basically good people who stand in need of nothing more than a little tweaking; people who deserve some kind of reward for the way we’ve lived our lives. But when we realize the fact that we are sinners, unable to please God by our own abilities, rebels who deserve his righteous judgment, then the death of Christ on our behalf becomes far more beautiful yet. Just as it is the contrast with our expectations that makes the old photos so wonderful as art, so it is the contrast with what we deserve that makes the grace of God so vivid in its beauty.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Not Just a Cute Church

I really enjoyed the post I saw today by Jared Wilson. He is the pastor of Middletown Springs Community Church in Middletown Spings, VT and the author of the blog, The Gospel-Driven Church. I enjoy his blog for a couple reasons:

1) His postings are almost always insightful, motivated by grace and filled with gospel wisdom.

2) One of my interests is family history, and his church is only about 10 miles from the family farm in Wallingford, VT where my father spent many of his boyhood summers. I have never been there (or to Vermont at all, for that matter), but I have always wanted to visit, and hope to do so some day. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to worship with Jared at Middletown Springs.

In today's post he cites how people often refer to the building where his church meets (pictured above) as "cute" because it is small, old and traditional. He cautions against such short-sightedness in his post, recounting some of the church's history. You should really read the whole thing here (it's not very long), but he concludes with the following:

Our building is just a building, but it's not just a building. It's a symbol of the enduring evangelical presence, small but hearty, in this least-churched state in the nation, and of the endurance of the great salt-of-the-earth people who are the church that gathers in the building for which they're called.

The gates of hell will prevail against espresso bars and KidzTowns. But not our church.

Our church is not cute. It is epic.