We were about to discuss chapter four of Neil Postman’s, Amusing Ourselves to Death. I looked down the row toward the student who made the comment and thought of Robert Frost. “Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood/ And sorry I could not travel both/ And be one traveler, long I
stood” ...and thought about how I would respond: Acerbic quip? Disbelief? Marty
McFly? I simply paused and pondered the luxury of job security.
Yes, the youngsters would need some guidance. Yes, the youngsters would wince at Postman’s prophetic prose. Yes, this was the perfect complement to their Facebooked, Twittered and texted lives. Their incessant whining proved it.
Yes, the youngsters would need some guidance. Yes, the youngsters would wince at Postman’s prophetic prose. Yes, this was the perfect complement to their Facebooked, Twittered and texted lives. Their incessant whining proved it.
- …it is not difficult to demonstrate that in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, American public discourse, being rooted in the bias of the printed word, was serious, inclined toward rational argument and presentation, and, therefore, made up of meaningful content (52).
This past weekend I attended a presentation on The Book of Concord hosted by St. Andrew Lutheran Church in Memphis, Mi. Rev. Anthony Voltattorni was the keynote speaker; his presentation was scintillating in depth and scope. During the presentation my students' complaints came to mind.
Why isn't the Book of Concord a staple of church Bible studies or an anchor in Lutheran upper grade school and high school religion classrooms? Is it because people can't handle the language, the history, the relevance of the Lutheran Confessions? Is it because today's audience is not serious and not inclined toward rational argument and presentation? I refuse to accept this.
Rev. Voltattorni ended his presentation with this quote from CFW Walther's 1877 Synodical convention sermon. Walther powerfully articulates why the study of Lutheran doctrine is vital for this earthly life while we anticipate our heavenly life:
As in war the banner and the one who carries it draws all the enemy
fire - for when the flag falls the enemy cries victory - , so in the great
church battle of our day everything is also directed at the flag of the
confessions and against those who carry it. Oh, so let us, then, raise that
flag of our pure confession that much higher, even as we are all the more
reviled for it, courageously battle under it, boldly proclaim it, and, when it
is necessary and possible, die a thousand deaths rather than to shamefully and
cowardly concede even the most insignificant part of the same to the enemy.
“Hold fast,” the apostle declares to our synod, “to the pattern of sound Words
that you have heard from me by the faith and the love in Christ Jesus. Guard
this good deposit through the Holy Ghost, who dwells in us.” Oh that our
beloved Synod would not finally grow weary in her retaining and defending the
confession, but that she might become ever more zealous and bold in doing so!
So will she progress even further in her victories, in all of her battles,
which are appointed her in these last times, that, finally, she be brought into
the ranks of the eternal triumphant host of God in heaven, as victorious
warriors. To this end, may we be helped by the Captain of our salvation, Jesus
Christ, who is worshiped, loved and praised to all eternity. Amen.
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