Monday, January 31, 2011

God's Kintsugi


Several years ago Sherry and I went to an antique show where we found a vender who specialized in Wedgewood China. He had a number of lovely pieces, so we splurged and bought a whole shopping bag full. He wrapped each piece carefully and placed it in the bag. The prize was a beautiful teapot in pristine condition.

When we arrived home, I was carrying the treasures up the stairs to the front door, and on the next-to-the-top step I stumbled, and down I went — bag first. I couldn’t tell if it was the china or my heart that I heard break as the bag hit the landing.

When we got inside we unwrapped the pieces to survey the damage. Those in the bottom of the bag — including the prized teapot — were shattered. We discarded the broken shards, but I just couldn’t bring myself to toss the broken teapot. I counted up the pieces and decided to try to glue it back together. I was able to do a reasonable job of repair, but, of course, the teapot would never be the same. The damage was permanent.

Today it sits in a display cabinet, and most people don’t notice — because they don’t take it out for a closer look — that it is a shattered teapot pretending to be whole.

So much of the brokenness of our lives is like that. Tragedy strikes (a good deal of it self-inflicted), we pick up the pieces, do the best glue-job we can, and move on. But the cracks (or scars) are there for anyone to see who looks very closely. The best repair jobs we can provide are inadequate.

Hold that thought…

The other day I learned for the first time (through some off-hand reading) of the Japanese art of kintsugi.

The term, which means “golden joinery" in Japanese, refers to the art of repairing broken ceramics with a lacquer resin mixed with powdered gold. The resulting seam looks like solid gold. The goal of the kintsugi craftsman is to make a fractured piece look more gorgeous, and more precious, than before it was damaged.

It is said that the process originated in the 15th century. A shogun named Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a damaged Chinese tea bowl back to China to be repaired. When it was returned the result was completely unsatisfactory. The repairman had simply rejoined the broken shards with ugly metal staples.

Japanese craftsmen were quickly challenged to find another form of repair that might make a broken piece look as good as new, or even better. It was even said that some people deliberately broke vessels in order to have them transfigured by the golden veining.

Such an artistic capacity to “beautify-through-repairing” points up the uniqueness of human beings as creatures made “in the image of God” — designed to reflect the glory of their Creator.

As I mentioned earlier, often our attempts to repair the damage done to our lives by sin does little more than put the pieces back together in some kind of functional way.

But God’s grace is such that he is able to show forth his golden glory in the repair and restoration he brings to sinners who come to him trusting in the grace of Christ.

When we confess our sins, God applies the judicial satisfaction accomplished by Christ on the cross to them, and the debt is (as John Murray said) not cancelled, but liquidated — paid in full.

When the Holy Spirit renews our sin-broken human nature, he makes us new creatures in Christ. We are not merely restored to what humanity once was in the “first Adam,” we are glorified in union with the “last Adam,” Jesus.

In an astonishingly wonderful way, God’s gracious kintsugi makes repaired sinners more beautiful and glorious than they were when originally created.

I often think of the story of the Jacob, who wrestled with the angel of the LORD by the River Jabbok (Genesis 32). Jacob had skillfully defrauded his brother Esau of the patriarchal birthright, had fled from the land, and prospered in his dealings with Laban. He was now a wealthy man, and wanted to return to the land, but first he had to face an angry Esau.

Jacob sought the LORD, who he understood had been the source of his prosperity: “I am not worthy of the least of all the deeds of steadfast love and all the faithfulness that you have shown to your servant, for with only my staff I crossed this Jordan, and now I have become two camps” (v. 10). He is reassured of the LORD’s blessing as he returns to the land. But the fear of his brother persists.

That night Jacob was left alone by the ford of the Jabbok.

And a man wrestled with him until the breaking of the day. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket, and Jacob's hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. Then he said, “Let me go, for the day has broken.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.” And he said to him, “What is your name?” And he said, “Jacob.” Then he said, “Your name shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with men, and have prevailed.” (vv. 24–28).

Jacob is comforted by the divine reassurance, and as it turned out his brother Esau welcomed him — he “ran to meet him and embraced him and fell on his neck and kissed him, and they wept” (33:4).

But Moses leaves us a very telling detail — from that day forward, Jacob limped because of the dislocated hip (32:31). Jacob was “broken.” And yet the injury — one that would ordinarily be considered a handicap — was for him a token of God’s mercy. It spoke to him, with every step, of God’s covenant-keeping faithfulness. As a result the broken Jacob was more beautiful than the original — because of God’s kintsugi.

A question that has always challenged the faithful is “How can God allow — or (in the case of Calvinism) ordain — evil as part of his plan for creation without without being the ‘author of sin,’ or making ‘evil’ somehow less evil?” It is a complex problem, and many have puzzled over the theological and psychological answer.

But surely at the heart of any answer must be the realization that the presence of sin, and God’s redemptive remedy for it through his Son, Jesus Christ, reveals things about God that would not have been evident (or as evident) had humankind not fallen into sin. In Romans 9:19–24, Paul explains that God’s response to the presence of evil in his creation demonstrates his glory — both the justice of his wrath and the riches of his mercy.

When we think of that in individual terms as sinners redeemed through faith in Christ, it brings us back to God’s wonderful kintsugi.

As we look at ourselves we see plenty of evidence of our brokenness — wounds of various sorts inflicted upon us by others, and by circumstance, and especially the harm we have done to ourselves because of our self-centered pride and willfulness.

But we also see the evidences — the “golden joinery" — of God’s gracious repair work. Like Jacob we limp — but every limping step reminds us that we have encountered God — and not only have we survived, we have been transformed.

The risen Jesus is beautified in part by the golden wounds he displays — the price of our redemption. As the Spirit remakes us in Jesus’ likeness, we too bear the golden scars of our sin, now made glorious by the healing mercy of God.

O Savior Christ, thou too art man,

Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;

Thy kind but searching glance can scan

The very wounds that shame would hide.


Thy touch has still its ancient pow'r;

No word from thee can fruitless fall:

Hear in this solemn evening hour,

And in thy mercy heal us all.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Prague Journal—09.07.16 (England)

The following was written on a large brass panel on one of the walls of the "Frazer Chapel" in the Manchester Cathedral. It seemed a wonderful epitaph for a faithful pastor:

To the Beloved Memory of

James Frazer D.D.

Bishop of Manchester

1870–1885

A Man of Singular Gifts

Both of Nature and of the Spirit

Brave, True, Devout, Diligent,

in Labours unwearied

He won all Hearts by Opening to them his Own

and so Administered this great Diocese

As to prove yet once more

That the People know the Voice

of a Good Shepherd

and will Follow where He Leads


This chapel has been erected

By his Devoted Widow

May 1887


Prague Journal—09.07.15 (England)

This morning cousin Andrew and his wife Heather took Uncle John and me into downtown Manchester to the cathedral.


Our grandfather was a “joiner” and worked for a company of craftsmen that produced and installed (among other things) carved wooden decorations in churches. They did a magnificent carved oak organ screen in the parish church here in Wilmslow. Uncle John said they also did a lot of work in a side chapel in the cathedral dedicated to the Manchester Regiment. Andy had never seen it, so we decided to go have a look.

The chapel is beautiful. My granddad and his colleagues build cabinets to contain books in which are inscribed the names of the men of the regiment who, going back into the 17th century, had perished in one battle or another. The pages are turned on a regular basis, so that all the names are on display during the course of a year.


The interesting thing about this installation is that having done all the work in about 1936, the cathedral was hit by a German bomb in 1940, and the chapel was largely destroyed. So after the war, the same men came back in and did all the work over a second time!



The oak panelling is a gorgeous, warm brown. The chapel is still used for weddings, baptisms, and memorial services by the members of the regiment.


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Prague Journal—09.07.14 (England)

This afternoon I took a ride with my cousin Christine out into the Darbyshire countryside. The hills and dales of the "Peak District" are beautiful. Here are a few photos. The church pictured is the Church of St John the Baptist in Tideswell, known popularly as the "Cathedral of the Peak," for it is one of the largest and certainly the most perfect church in the area, built in about 1400.




Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Prague Journal—09.07.13

Yesterday, as I waited at the stop for the bus to take me over to the place we meet for worship in Modřany, I was thinking…


Jesus said “the fields were white unto harvest.” It doesn’t always seem that this is so. The spiritual need in the Czech Republic is so great, but so few really understand what is wrong with them and who can bring real healing to their lives. It’s a struggle to gain any kind of hearing for the gospel of Christ. The Farniks — who have labored in this field for so many years — understand this much better than I after a few brief visits.


But as the Spirit teaches us, “we walk by faith and not by sight.” We may not see the “whiteness,” the ripeness of the harvest, but if God says it’s so, we must believe it, and act with confidence upon that hope. There are disappointments that I was not able to do more during the month here in Prague. But God’s ways are not mine, and I hope something I said or did will bless a life and advance the cause of the Kingdom. God only knows.


As these thoughts jumbled through my mind, I was listening to some Newsboys music to prepare my heart for the coming worship. The Newsboys have written some pretty stirring “missionary” songs in the last few years. and one, “The Mission,” began to play. My weak, unbelieving heart was captured (again) by Pete Furler’s lyrics, and began to pulse in time with the urgent drumbeat of this anthem. I was reminded of the vision of faith that a missionary (or, really, any Christian) must carry as we live our lives and bear our witness.


When the runners came from Bethlehem

All breathless with good news

They were passing a baton forward through time

The commission, from God's lips to our ears

Carried by His saints two thousand years

Connects us all to the same lifeline

As I fix my eyes ahead

I can feel the Spirit's breath...


(And) I can hear the mission bell ringing out loud and clear

It's the revolution Jesus started, and it's here

Echoing across the world from the shores of Galilee

I can hear the mission bell call for you and me

I wanna run with fire

It's my heart's desire

Lifting your love higher


In the history of our faith's arrivals

Great awakenings, Welsh revivals

Saints and martyrs, summoned by a new birth

Patrick's save of the Irish nation

William Carey's expectation

Lambs and Lions

Called to the ends of the earth

Gotta put my hand to the plow

Not looking back, not now...


That was the tonic for my weariness and doubts about effectiveness. As I rode the bus over to Modřany, my heart soared again with the vision, and the commitment expressed in the chorus that must be ours every day…


I wanna run with fire

It's my heart's desire

Lifting your love higher


May God make it so.


Sunday, July 12, 2009

Prague Journal—09.07.12

The ride down to Tábor on Friday evening was a battle with weekend getaway traffic and rain much of the way. We arrived at our hosts’ house about 7:00 o’clock and had a meal with the delightful Jiří Vaněk family.


Tábor was a Hussite stronghold during the 15th century, and the Vaněks live close to the center of the old town in a large two hundred year old house. Part of the town defenses was a system of tunnels connecting homes and buildings hewn out of solid rock, and the Vaněks have their very own section of that tunnel system. After dinner, Jiří took us down for a look.


The next morning the seminar began at 9:00 at the Czech Brethren Church. There were about 15 of us all together. Most of the men were from the Tábor church or one of two other CB congregations in the area that are in a collegiate relationship with that congregation.


Mrs. Vaněk and the children provided another delicious meal for the noon break. The seminar concluded about 2:30 PM. It was a blessing to be with these brothers, and to share with them some of the things I have learned from my study of the apostles’ sermons in Acts.



After the sessions were over, Jiří showed us around the old town a little more, and we climbed the 200 steps of the church tower to survey the surrounding countryside. God gave us a timely break in the rainy weather during our tour. After some more fellowship with the Vaněks and more food, we returned to Prague about 8:30.


This morning I led my fourth and final worship service for this summer. Julie was back from her travels in the USA, and brought another school friend, Václav, with her to the service. I pray God has blessed his Word to strengthen and encourage these brothers and sisters and they faithfully serve to plant a church in Modřany. They send their greetings to their friends in Christ in the USA.



Tomorrow morning at 4:55 AM I jump a bus and metro and bus back to the airport for an 8:00 AM flight back to Manchester and a quick visit with my family in England. Then on Friday, God willing, home to San Diego.


Thursday, July 9, 2009

Prague Journal—09.07.09

Met Michael Hartman for lunch today and got caught up with his family news. His oldest son (15) is in London this whole summer studying English. His wife Monica and the other two kids are in Moravia with Michael's parents. Things are going well for the family. He sends his greetings to all his friends from English camp.

Here are a couple more photos I've accumulated over the past week, but have not shared yet.

Another view of the Tyn Church on Old Town Square

The Jerusalem Synagogue