A Good Day of Writing?

Written by Brandon on April 19th, 2013

Very few writers like to be asked how “it’s going.” The question usually comes from well-meaning friends or family, and it is innocent enough. The person who asks it is showing interest (which writers like) and support (which writers need). And they very likely be would satisfied with an answer along the lines of, “Great, thanks.”

Nevertheless, questions about how the chapter/article/dissertation/blog post/conference paper is coming along sets us to wondering how to measure our progress. There’s the problem. Writing isn’t like hanging drywall or improving your golf swing or invading a country. There aren’t always (or usually) definable steps in the process by which the writer may measure his progress. If a deadline lies crouched around the corner or if, by some misfortune, the writer is trying to make a living by writing, then he probably asks himself constantly, Am I getting anywhere? The rest of the time, it’d just be nice to turn off the lamp at the end of the day able to say, “Look what I accomplished!”

So what does it mean to have a good day of writing? How do we know if we’re getting somewhere? Here’s a list:

Sometimes a good day of writing involves brainstorming, mind-mapping, outlining, or otherwise organizing your thoughts. Draft an outline. Jot down notes on a napkin. Think and doodle. You may not compose sentences or paragraphs. But this is real work.

Sometimes a good day of writing involves getting some of these thoughts on a piece of paper. There’s time later to worry about what order the words ought to go in. If you start with a blank white page and end the day with something—anything—on it, that’s a victory.

Sometimes a good day of writing results in clearly articulating a single important concept or thought. It’s not glamorous, but the most important part of writing is often finally being able to say what you mean. Maybe it’s the thesis you’ve been struggling to formulate, the payoff you’ve failed to make tangible, or the crucial connection you’ve been unable to articulate. If you finally pin one of these down, even if you walk away with only one good sentence, it’s a good day.

Sometimes a good day of writing is spent cleaning your desk. Or washing the car. Or mowing the lawn. Almost without fail, I do my best writing in my head while I’m doing something else. Then there follows a mad dash somewhere—to find a notebook or computer—to capture the words before they escape. The point is, sometimes a good day of writing doesn’t involve any “writing.”

Sometimes a good day of writing includes reading good writing that helps you find your voice. There are days when I feel like I have plenty to say, but by the time I try to put words to paper, they feel stilted and unnatural. Often the solution is to just keep writing; you can revise tomorrow. Other times the solution is to read someone who helps you speak naturally. True confession: when I sing along with “More Than a Feeling,” I feel like a rockstar. When I read Flannery O’Connor, I feel like a writer. Sometimes Sister Flannery (and others) give me the boost I need to speak for myself.

Finally, sometimes a good day of writing results in quantifiable forward progress: you type actual words—words that you like and may well keep—into your document and save them. These are good days. For me, these days usually follow several days like the ones described above: days spent doodling, turning out bad prose like beef through a meat grinder, slowly—slowly—pulling together clear, finely-tuned sentences here and there. Then there’s a rush of productivity when things finally fall into place, and I might compose several pages at a sitting.

Those are the days I like best, of course. But I’m learning to consider the other days good days of writing. That way when someone asks me how it’s going, I can say, “Great, thanks.”

 

Ninety Percent Obscurity

Written by Brandon on April 11th, 2013

Nobody knows better than New England Baptists how ministry is changing in America. And that shouldn’t surprise us. They’ve been at least a generation ahead of the rest of us for a couple hundred years. They practically invented evangelicalism in the 1740s. That was nearly a century before my home state (Arkansas) was admitted to the union. And while many of us west of the Mississippi fear the creeping influence of secularism, our New Englander brethren minister in the least religious states in America.

Fortunately, they are also a generation ahead of us in recovering the critical ministry value of faithfulness.

Earlier this year, I spent a long weekend with a group of Baptists from Vermont and New Hampshire. Before an evening session, one pastor reflected on the fact that the Bible only records three years of Jesus’ life and ministry. If Jesus died at 33, then we only know about ten percent of his life. Or, as this pastor put it, that means Jesus’ life and ministry was “ninety percent obscurity.”

That’s a feeling with which he and his fellow shepherds could relate. The Baptists were once the leading spiritual lights in New England. Following the Great Awakening, Baptist churches grew in massive numbers. Within about sixty years of the revival, Baptists grew from just dozens to nearly twenty-five thousand in New England. Those swelling ranks had influence beyond the church world. They carried with them considerable cultural clout. The Baptists did a lot to see the first amendment added to our constitution, for example, to ensure religious liberty for dissenters like themselves. They were a thriving, culturally relevant force.

But now the region’s churches are shrinking. Several of the pastors present that weekend hold services in church buildings erected in the 1740s which, on the one hand, testifies to the longevity of the movement. On the other, it speaks to a certain stagnation, a leveling off of 200 years of growth. Many pastors are bi-vocational, because their membership can’t support a full-time minister. And instead of being a shaping influence in the broader culture, the churches are fighting to prove their relevance in their profoundly secular environment. They labor in obscurity.

At the risk of sounding like a forecaster of doom, their story is our national story. It’s how we often tell our story, anyway. There were days when people went to church—most people, maybe. When the church was a cultural force for change for the better. Times have changed and are changing. If we want to know what awaits us in a generation, we need only look at New England.

But this is not a cautionary tale. It’s a story of hope.

Even if the conditions in which these faithful men and women serve may frighten some of us, the spirit in which they serve holds a lesson for ministry in the coming age. They have rediscovered the value of faithfulness.

The pastors I spoke with in New England have concerns, to be sure. But they are committed to blooming where they have been planted. Several call themselves “25 to Lifers,” because they have committed to spend their careers in small towns and seemingly insignificant churches. They have decided that God has called them not to extraordinary success but to uncommon faithfulness—to serving quietly and confidently in ninety percent obscurity.

It strikes me that, in this way, they are recovering a key value of the Great Awakening out of which their movement (and the rest of evangelicalism) was born. Although today we think of the impact of the Awakening in terms of the massive numbers of new Christians it produced, the heroes who were celebrated at the time were honored for their commitment, not their success. David Brainerd was chief among the faithful. Brainerd served as a missionary to the Delaware Indians for just a few short years, until he died of tuberculosis at the age of 29. He had enough success in his ministry that churches tried to lure him away to pastor their more notable congregations. But he refused. His mind was set on serving, in relative obscurity, where God had called him. That faithfulness was his legacy.

For those of us who fear the Western church’s decline in numbers and influence, it’s tempting to focus on strategies for greater success. We may hope there’s a formula to secure our future. Our Baptist brothers and sisters remind us that faithfulness in obscurity is more important than splash and clout.

(This post originally appeared on Out of Ur.)

 

Out to Lunch—For a Month

Written by Brandon on February 28th, 2013

Hi, all.

I’m entering the home stretch in my dissertation writing, so I won’t be updating the site until it’s done. See you in April!

 

From the Horses’ Mouths: Students on Religion

Written by Brandon on January 30th, 2013

About this time last year I wrote a series of posts on the religious lives of twentysomethings, in which I summarized some anecdotal findings under the headings of things I didn’t find surprising, things I did find surprising, and some suggestions for Christian leaders.

I’m going to be briefer this time.

Here are some themes that have emerged consistently in the last year from my students’ reflections on religion in their lives.

They are pretty certain there’s a higher power.
I get my fair share of atheists and agnostics, but when push comes to shove, the vast majority of my students are confident there is Something or Someone out there. (In this way, they reflect the population of the United States in general.)

They don’t feel church is necessary.
Many of my students, regardless of their religious background, don’t believe worshiping with a religious community is necessary. For most of them, “being a good person” is essential; being part of a congregation is superfluous. Some of my Roman Catholic students feel guilty about not attending mass, because they feel they are supposed to—but that doesn’t change the fact that they don’t see the point.

They pray when they are in trouble.
An overwhelmingly high percentage of my students say that they do not consider themselves religious but, even so, when they are in a tight spot—they pray. I’m tempted to say this is a conditioned response that kids learn growing up in religious families or communities. But many without a religious background still claim to pray when the going gets tough.

They feel their questions are unique.
Many of my students say they are no longer religious because they wrestled with difficult questions as they were coming of age in their faith. They felt isolated by their perception that no one else was wrestling with the same questions. I hear this enough that I have to assume that many students are asking the same questions and none of them know it!

They feel their religious leaders and family can’t handle their questions.
These students who struggle with faith questions are routinely turned off by one of two responses: 1) they are scolded by parents or religious mentors for lack of faith or 2) their parents or religious leaders try—and fail—to offer satisfactory responses.

They don’t feel free to make truth claims.
Even my students who profess faith—whether in Christ or karma (or both!)—are afraid to claim that they are right. Many of them will say, “I believe Jesus is the Son of God,” and then immediately qualify the statement: “But that’s just my opinion and people are free to disagree with me.” Religious leaders may feel young people don’t know what they believe. It may be that they know but are afraid to admit it for fear of appearing intolerant.

What should we make of this? Well, for one, it strikes me that we most often emphasize what young people believe. We rightly want them to be equipped with the right information about the faith. Maybe, since prayer appears to be an instinct of sorts, we should emphasize spiritual formation. Second, we should be thrilled that students have questions about their faith. And we need to learn not to be intimidated by them. I frequently tell students, “I don’t know”; and they don’t mind. But they want someone to talk through the issues with. Who doesn’t?!

I’m eager to hear from you. Thoughts?

 

Misreading Scripture–Animated

Written by Brandon on January 21st, 2013

I can only imagine what a writer must feel like when Hollywood makes a movie based on his (or her) novel. It’s a feeling a writer of nonfiction, like me, doesn’t have much hope of experiencing. But wouldn’t you know it, a reader of Misreading Scripture with Western Eyes has created a short animated video based on chapter six of our book.

How do you like that?