What if a simple love for our neighbor
is as revolutionary as Jesus says it is?
is as revolutionary as Jesus says it is?
What would that mean for the way we do just about everything if we actually believed it?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
New House!
We are finally in our new house! Hip hip hooray! It has been a frantic pace of trying to get work done before the Heffners move in. Yea! 8 people. 1 shower. Could get a litle interesting. We are so thankful to God for providing us a house that meets all of our needs and wants! We are so very thankful to be living in the same city! And I am thankful to get to see my wife and kids everyday again. Right now our house is an looks like a construction site. The Heffners move in officially tomorrow, so at that point construction will slow down some. I'm really looking forward to settling in and starting to invite people over, so that we can get to know our community. Pray for us as we finally get down to the real work God has called us to.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
The Fifth Act
Doxa Church recognizes and cherishes the gospel as story. We se the story as circling around four words.
Creation.
Fall.
Redemption.
Restoration.
These words sum up the great movement of God throughout all of history to bring people to Himself for His own glory. However, I have been reading N.T. Wright's excellent ponderings on the story, and he identifies us as being in the fifth act of history. His acts are the Creation, the Fall, Israel, Jesus, and The Church.
His first two mirror ours exactly, and his last two have overt connections to redemption and restoration. However, he includes Israel as an obviously integral part of the story. I think he may have a point, and I wonder if Doxa Church should consider rephrasing our story words in order to appropriately place us in the fifth act.
If such a reconsideration was in order, what would we call act three, or Israel? What is the gospel purpose of the history of Israel in context of movement from fall to redemption?
A few words come to mind. Calling...Hearing...Reaching...Promise...
I think of the "God of the Oppressed" theology that comes from Exodus 2:23-25. It says,
Creation.
Fall.
Redemption.
Restoration.
These words sum up the great movement of God throughout all of history to bring people to Himself for His own glory. However, I have been reading N.T. Wright's excellent ponderings on the story, and he identifies us as being in the fifth act of history. His acts are the Creation, the Fall, Israel, Jesus, and The Church.
His first two mirror ours exactly, and his last two have overt connections to redemption and restoration. However, he includes Israel as an obviously integral part of the story. I think he may have a point, and I wonder if Doxa Church should consider rephrasing our story words in order to appropriately place us in the fifth act.
If such a reconsideration was in order, what would we call act three, or Israel? What is the gospel purpose of the history of Israel in context of movement from fall to redemption?
A few words come to mind. Calling...Hearing...Reaching...Promise...
I think of the "God of the Oppressed" theology that comes from Exodus 2:23-25. It says,
"The people of Israel groaned because of their slavery and cried out for help. Their cry for rescue from slavery came up to God. And God heard their groaning, and God remembered his covenant with Abraham, with Isaac, and with Jacob. God saw the people of Israel—and God knew."There is an important piece of history here, that perhaps we ought include in our basic outline of the meta-narrative of the gospel. How do you think this part of the story fits in, and how could it best be represented in our progression? Creation...Fall..._______...Redemption...Restoration.
Congratulations!!!
To Steve, for finally becoming an American Citizen! This must mean that you have seen all six Star Wars movies, because I know that is a prerequisite to citizenship.
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Education Paper #1
As promised, I am posting my first education paper. It is an autobiographical platform, speaking to why I want to teach, and how it fits into my direction on life. So it very much relates to Doxa Church. I would greatly appreciate comments, questions, critiques, and an all around open dialogue about it. What are possible weaknesses and misconceptions? what are parts that you could envision opening things up to a further conversation about faith issues? I am still trying to find my footing on a lot of things, so it will be accepted humbly and with all due consideration.
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My name is Andrew Heffner. I am a Church Planter. Pursuing a teaching career may seem counter-intuitive to this self-professed designation, but it is an extension of my discovered calling in life: teaching. My vision is to be simultaneously and equally dedicated to church planting and education. While each is characterized by distinct goals, they are unified in their purpose: to transform lives through teaching.
My professional development as an educator is a key component in achieving these goals. There are several surface reasons why I have chosen teaching as my avenue of societal contribution. First, I have a strong background in science, attested to by an Engineering degree from Grove City College. My skill in and love for science led me to pursue such an education, and though I have not professionally used it, I have always felt that someday it would prove to be meaningful. This was confirmed by the discovery that my degree covers all but one of the prerequisites for Physics Education. Second, I have regularly interacted with teenagers for almost a decade now – mostly in churches, but also through private tutoring in various subjects. I have found that I work well with high-school students and have a talent for taking difficult concepts and making them understandable, whether it be a spiritual matter or a scientific one. Thirdly and finally, I believe that education is a fundamental cornerstone to bringing a better future to all areas of Pittsburgh, regardless of their economic status. In fact, World Vision, a non-profit relief organization, identifies education as one of the 5 key components to breaking the cycle of poverty. There is no greater gateway to transformation than through a concrete education provided by passionate and caring teachers.
With my background and passions considered, you might be able to identify the reason why talking about the importance of social justice and eco-justice in the classroom doesn’t really bother me. In fact it excites me. Those concepts are at the very core of why I am opting for teaching above any other of the many careers from which I could choose. I see them as extensions of the kingdom that God has called people of faith to be a part of building. Not a theocracy, mind you, or a Fallwellian Utopia of moral superiority, but a passionate concern for those who are deeply affected by a world that is not quite as it should be. Of course, seeing things this way affixes me with two distinct and often contradictory labels.
And at the intersection of the two are guys like me who actually listen to the words of a guy named Jesus who told us that taking care of the poor, needy and marginalized was one of his top priorities, and if we truly love him, we will love them and stand up for them. Theologian N.T. Wright puts it best in his book, Simply Christian:
So I am somewhat an enigma of conviction. Bizarre career moves seem to embody this personality trait. Call it the 5 year-itch, call it aversion to complacency, call it outrageous and un-American, but comfort makes me uncomfortable. I simply find a job with a steady paycheck and a nice house with nice stuff and an uncomplicated life fairly non-compelling. I had all of those things, and I just left them to pursue this vision. There is more to live for than comfort, which inevitably woos us into an entitled sense of perpetual self-gratification. Such a myopic view of the world causes us to miss out on the adventure of becoming part of a greater story that is being told – one of rescue and redemption and restoration. My educational matriculation outlined earlier betrays this same aversion to the average. My life at different times has gone in many comfort-consuming directions, and I have embraced it, albeit with varying amounts of trepidation. Yet in the midst of the pursuit of the noumenal, I have consistently and ineffably come back to this: of the thousand other things I could have done with my life at this moment, I must teach - Because I am a teacher.
This morning I was slow to get up, and so was eating breakfast and watching the History Channel. A commercial came on for a new Language learning tool, called Rosetta (or something equally obtuse). Their big gimmick was that their computer program taught words by accompanying them with bright and cheery pictures of the object or action in question. The tagline was, “just like you learned language the first time.” My mind immediately begged the question, “What benefit is that? Do we still learn language in the same mode we did as toddlers? Should we also learn to eat new foods by pureeing them and eating them out of a little jar? And why am I saying we? Is there any one method of learning that would be universal for adolescents or adults? Is it possible to put a perfect learning tool in a mass-produced box?” By the time I wound down from my little inner monologue, I realized that I was mentally yelling at an inanimate object, completely annoyed by the word Rosetta, and personally vowing to never learn a language using their software. Why? Why did I snap into tirade mode over a fleeting 30-second promo spot during an actual learning show? Because at heart, I am a teacher. And bad teaching bothers me.
Bad teaching occurs when all that happens is instruction. I never wanted to be taught, I wanted to be taught to learn. Better yet, I wanted someone to help me discover my personal learning style, and then let me do the learning. Is there a teacher willing to learn how to better their instruction by listening and giving merit to the thoughts of students, turning the whole process into a joint venture where the ontological lines are just slightly blurred? That is how I want to teach. At the risk of becoming universalistic myself, I believe that IS teaching. Leave the monologue-ing to the evil villains in action movies, so the good guy has enough time to figure out how to escape while he is not paying attention to the treatise. It’s not teaching. Leave the simple dissemination of facts to Dwight Schrute who annoys his office mate Jim with his incessant babbling about beets, bears, and Battlestar Galactica. It’s not teaching. Instead, be conversational and personal. Be observational. Be conceptual and captivating. Be interesting. Kind of like this paper is meant to be. I have said very little about views on teaching methods and philosophies of education. But hopefully you were engaged in the story, and learned something important about my philosophy anyway. Is that not teaching? No matter what the pedagogy, if it is engaging to all and amongst all and presented with conviction, teaching has occurred. The rest is just filler. Although you might want to watch Battlestar Galactica. Man, they know how to tell a story… and that’s good teaching.
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My name is Andrew Heffner. I am a Church Planter. Pursuing a teaching career may seem counter-intuitive to this self-professed designation, but it is an extension of my discovered calling in life: teaching. My vision is to be simultaneously and equally dedicated to church planting and education. While each is characterized by distinct goals, they are unified in their purpose: to transform lives through teaching.
My professional development as an educator is a key component in achieving these goals. There are several surface reasons why I have chosen teaching as my avenue of societal contribution. First, I have a strong background in science, attested to by an Engineering degree from Grove City College. My skill in and love for science led me to pursue such an education, and though I have not professionally used it, I have always felt that someday it would prove to be meaningful. This was confirmed by the discovery that my degree covers all but one of the prerequisites for Physics Education. Second, I have regularly interacted with teenagers for almost a decade now – mostly in churches, but also through private tutoring in various subjects. I have found that I work well with high-school students and have a talent for taking difficult concepts and making them understandable, whether it be a spiritual matter or a scientific one. Thirdly and finally, I believe that education is a fundamental cornerstone to bringing a better future to all areas of Pittsburgh, regardless of their economic status. In fact, World Vision, a non-profit relief organization, identifies education as one of the 5 key components to breaking the cycle of poverty. There is no greater gateway to transformation than through a concrete education provided by passionate and caring teachers.
With my background and passions considered, you might be able to identify the reason why talking about the importance of social justice and eco-justice in the classroom doesn’t really bother me. In fact it excites me. Those concepts are at the very core of why I am opting for teaching above any other of the many careers from which I could choose. I see them as extensions of the kingdom that God has called people of faith to be a part of building. Not a theocracy, mind you, or a Fallwellian Utopia of moral superiority, but a passionate concern for those who are deeply affected by a world that is not quite as it should be. Of course, seeing things this way affixes me with two distinct and often contradictory labels.
Left-Wing Social Justice Advocate
Right-Wing Evangelical Christian
Right-Wing Evangelical Christian
And at the intersection of the two are guys like me who actually listen to the words of a guy named Jesus who told us that taking care of the poor, needy and marginalized was one of his top priorities, and if we truly love him, we will love them and stand up for them. Theologian N.T. Wright puts it best in his book, Simply Christian:
“We dream a dream of justice. We glimpse, for a moment, a world at one, a world put to rights, a world where things work out, where societies function fairly and efficiently, where we not only know what we ought to do but actually do it…The reason we have these dreams, is that there is someone speaking to us – someone who cares very much about this present world, and who has made us and this world for a purpose which will indeed involve justice, things being put to rights, ourselves being put to rights, the world being rescued at last.”
So I am somewhat an enigma of conviction. Bizarre career moves seem to embody this personality trait. Call it the 5 year-itch, call it aversion to complacency, call it outrageous and un-American, but comfort makes me uncomfortable. I simply find a job with a steady paycheck and a nice house with nice stuff and an uncomplicated life fairly non-compelling. I had all of those things, and I just left them to pursue this vision. There is more to live for than comfort, which inevitably woos us into an entitled sense of perpetual self-gratification. Such a myopic view of the world causes us to miss out on the adventure of becoming part of a greater story that is being told – one of rescue and redemption and restoration. My educational matriculation outlined earlier betrays this same aversion to the average. My life at different times has gone in many comfort-consuming directions, and I have embraced it, albeit with varying amounts of trepidation. Yet in the midst of the pursuit of the noumenal, I have consistently and ineffably come back to this: of the thousand other things I could have done with my life at this moment, I must teach - Because I am a teacher.
This morning I was slow to get up, and so was eating breakfast and watching the History Channel. A commercial came on for a new Language learning tool, called Rosetta (or something equally obtuse). Their big gimmick was that their computer program taught words by accompanying them with bright and cheery pictures of the object or action in question. The tagline was, “just like you learned language the first time.” My mind immediately begged the question, “What benefit is that? Do we still learn language in the same mode we did as toddlers? Should we also learn to eat new foods by pureeing them and eating them out of a little jar? And why am I saying we? Is there any one method of learning that would be universal for adolescents or adults? Is it possible to put a perfect learning tool in a mass-produced box?” By the time I wound down from my little inner monologue, I realized that I was mentally yelling at an inanimate object, completely annoyed by the word Rosetta, and personally vowing to never learn a language using their software. Why? Why did I snap into tirade mode over a fleeting 30-second promo spot during an actual learning show? Because at heart, I am a teacher. And bad teaching bothers me.
Bad teaching occurs when all that happens is instruction. I never wanted to be taught, I wanted to be taught to learn. Better yet, I wanted someone to help me discover my personal learning style, and then let me do the learning. Is there a teacher willing to learn how to better their instruction by listening and giving merit to the thoughts of students, turning the whole process into a joint venture where the ontological lines are just slightly blurred? That is how I want to teach. At the risk of becoming universalistic myself, I believe that IS teaching. Leave the monologue-ing to the evil villains in action movies, so the good guy has enough time to figure out how to escape while he is not paying attention to the treatise. It’s not teaching. Leave the simple dissemination of facts to Dwight Schrute who annoys his office mate Jim with his incessant babbling about beets, bears, and Battlestar Galactica. It’s not teaching. Instead, be conversational and personal. Be observational. Be conceptual and captivating. Be interesting. Kind of like this paper is meant to be. I have said very little about views on teaching methods and philosophies of education. But hopefully you were engaged in the story, and learned something important about my philosophy anyway. Is that not teaching? No matter what the pedagogy, if it is engaging to all and amongst all and presented with conviction, teaching has occurred. The rest is just filler. Although you might want to watch Battlestar Galactica. Man, they know how to tell a story… and that’s good teaching.
First Sunday
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness about the light. The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world.
This morning, was my first Sunday apart from my family. The first Sunday of this new life seeking the will and kingdom of God in Pittsburgh, PA. I began a new devotional time this morning by reading John 1. I am so thankful for this passage and the way it spoke to me this morning. I am in desperate need of enlightenment. I have begun to gather with new class mates, journeying with them through teaching philosophies that betray more depth than just educational theories. I have started a dialogue with one of my professors about Jesus and redemption in light of poverty and oppression. And I have come to a stunning realization.
I don't know what I am doing.
This is why I am thankful for this passage. It reminds me that this is a natural state. And I can't enlighten anyone. We can dialogue in a classroom about education, religion, whatever. But without the story of Jesus, it is all just babbling, because we will be discussing symptoms of another problem. It keeps me from defending a liberation theology I don't believe in. Because Jesus didn't come to fix social problems. He came to raise the dead to life. And those raised can make a difference for justice' sake, and for the kingdom's sake. But it begins, and ends, with Jesus.
Lord, enlighten me on how to speak truth, on how to listen to people around me, and to you, and to find the way to be a vessel of your illuminating light. Amen.
This morning, was my first Sunday apart from my family. The first Sunday of this new life seeking the will and kingdom of God in Pittsburgh, PA. I began a new devotional time this morning by reading John 1. I am so thankful for this passage and the way it spoke to me this morning. I am in desperate need of enlightenment. I have begun to gather with new class mates, journeying with them through teaching philosophies that betray more depth than just educational theories. I have started a dialogue with one of my professors about Jesus and redemption in light of poverty and oppression. And I have come to a stunning realization.
I don't know what I am doing.
This is why I am thankful for this passage. It reminds me that this is a natural state. And I can't enlighten anyone. We can dialogue in a classroom about education, religion, whatever. But without the story of Jesus, it is all just babbling, because we will be discussing symptoms of another problem. It keeps me from defending a liberation theology I don't believe in. Because Jesus didn't come to fix social problems. He came to raise the dead to life. And those raised can make a difference for justice' sake, and for the kingdom's sake. But it begins, and ends, with Jesus.
Lord, enlighten me on how to speak truth, on how to listen to people around me, and to you, and to find the way to be a vessel of your illuminating light. Amen.
Friday, June 27, 2008
A Week in 2 1/2 Days: Part Two
WEDNESDAY:
Get to classes on time, thanks to the lessons learned from the test run. The presentation is due, and was supposed to be done in pairs, but since I missed the first day of class due to a (now) confirmed network glitch displaying the wrong schedule, I had no partner. So I gave the presentation solo. It went well. The professor even commented that it was an excellent presentation, that she was impressed with my initiative to do this project anyway under those circumstances, and by the way do you have a background as an evangelical minister or something? I am into linguistics and your vocal inflections and vocabulary choices gave me that impression. BUSTED. Is it that obvious? I cracked up, and then made a mental note that I will have to work on that. How do you speak like a normal person after being a pastor for 10 years?
During the one hour lunch break, I did the second half of my reading as scarfed down a snickers bar from the 7-11 across the street, I haven't had candy bars for a while, and it really buzzed me. Second class went well. It was highly discussion oriented about themes that I am passionate about....social justice, post-modern mindsets, holistic education. I am going to enjoy that class.
Came home and called Becky for the 127th time since Monday (man I miss her, and will continue to do so for another 2 weeks until we see eachother). Went out and got a job unloading trucks at the prestigious WALMART. Came back to catch up on the rest of my work, and finally unpack my suitcase. Bed at 12:00pm
THURSDAY: Slept in. Exhausted. Checked the CourseWeb, and got a 10/10 on my presentation. Skidoosh. Began work on the three papers that are due next week. Finished two today (Friday). I am finally caught up and am having the chance to blog all of this. I have begun reading non-school stuff, like "Reasons for God" by Tim Keller (thanks for that, SBC). I have downloaded a ton of podcasts from Acts 29 and Soma Communities to listen to on the bus rides. The journey started on Monday, but I feel like today my brain finally caught up.
Tomorrow I may publish the first paper I wrote. It is an autobiographical piece on why Iwant to be a teacher. Maybe you will find it enlightening.
Get to classes on time, thanks to the lessons learned from the test run. The presentation is due, and was supposed to be done in pairs, but since I missed the first day of class due to a (now) confirmed network glitch displaying the wrong schedule, I had no partner. So I gave the presentation solo. It went well. The professor even commented that it was an excellent presentation, that she was impressed with my initiative to do this project anyway under those circumstances, and by the way do you have a background as an evangelical minister or something? I am into linguistics and your vocal inflections and vocabulary choices gave me that impression. BUSTED. Is it that obvious? I cracked up, and then made a mental note that I will have to work on that. How do you speak like a normal person after being a pastor for 10 years?
During the one hour lunch break, I did the second half of my reading as scarfed down a snickers bar from the 7-11 across the street, I haven't had candy bars for a while, and it really buzzed me. Second class went well. It was highly discussion oriented about themes that I am passionate about....social justice, post-modern mindsets, holistic education. I am going to enjoy that class.
Came home and called Becky for the 127th time since Monday (man I miss her, and will continue to do so for another 2 weeks until we see eachother). Went out and got a job unloading trucks at the prestigious WALMART. Came back to catch up on the rest of my work, and finally unpack my suitcase. Bed at 12:00pm
THURSDAY: Slept in. Exhausted. Checked the CourseWeb, and got a 10/10 on my presentation. Skidoosh. Began work on the three papers that are due next week. Finished two today (Friday). I am finally caught up and am having the chance to blog all of this. I have begun reading non-school stuff, like "Reasons for God" by Tim Keller (thanks for that, SBC). I have downloaded a ton of podcasts from Acts 29 and Soma Communities to listen to on the bus rides. The journey started on Monday, but I feel like today my brain finally caught up.
Tomorrow I may publish the first paper I wrote. It is an autobiographical piece on why Iwant to be a teacher. Maybe you will find it enlightening.
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