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‘But the fighter still remains’

 

 

The Boxer

“I am just a poor boy
Though my story seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

 

Then I’m laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home

 

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter sill remains”

This is a gem of a bonus track on Mumford & Son’s new album, Babel.  A throwback tribute to Simon and Garfunkel’s haunting ballad of a man just trying to find his way, but not giving up.  Somehow, some way, the fighter still remains.

This song goes out to all of you who know what it feels like to be cut down, to be set aside, to not get chosen, to find yourself on the ground.  It’s a lonely and dark place, the cold tiles of the floor bring no comfort.  They pale in comparison to the longings of warmth and companionship around the fire of joy and celebration.  But when you are knocked to the mat, those memories seem distant and joy is a difficult value to summons.  But yet, the fighter still remains.

Many of you have lived chapters of life.  You may have a chapter that about brought you to extinction.  A chapter that about snuffed the light out of you but for some dying embers to keep you awake, both in soul and life.  And yet you remain, you are here.  You have not gone down to the depths, you have yet risen to the surface of new hopes and perhaps a craving for a resurrection of sorts.  There is something of life yet breathing within and the figher still remains.

So today, what is the fighter in you saying?  What is that inner voice fighting for?  What do you long to see yet changed?  What anthem is within you that you want to offer as proclamation to a new generation?  What hope will not be dismayed?  What injustice wreaks havoc on your heart and won’t let you go?  What darkness must you stand up to?  What lie must you confront?  Why do you keep getting up?  These are the haunting questions of our heart and soul, it is part of being human.

The fighter in you still remains, come out swinging today.

peace, Chris

Pick a fight

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“I’m going to pick a fight”  – from the movie Braveheart

Steven:  Fine speech. Now what do we do?William Wallace: Just be yourselves.Hamish: Where are you going?William Wallace: I’m going to pick a fight.Hamish: Well, we didn’t get dressed up for nothing.

 Tonight’s topic for class is in direct contrast to last week’s topic on suffering and the problem of evil.  Tonight’s topic is, “now what”?  So the world is full of pain, suffering and hate.   The waves crashing on our shore are both systemic and personified evil.  So what, what is our response?  Should we give up?  Should we shut the windows and lock the doors?  Should we lie on the canvas and wait to be counted out?  Perhaps we should do what the Christian bookstore new release titles tell us, hunker down and wait for Jesus to come back.  Dream of escapism and waith for glory in the by and by.  I mean its all just too hard, right?  Sit in fear and tremble in a dark corner?   . . . this is rubbish

John 20:1, “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdelene went to the tomb and saw that the stone had been removed from the entrance.”

What do we do?  We frickin’ get up.  We get up off the canvas.  We rise to the darkness of the early morning.  If our enemy is riding out to meet us, then we give him the pleasure of our company.  Why?  Not because of us, but because of the One we follow is the Resurrection.  When things are hard, when times are dark, we have a nasty habit of RISING again! I encourage you to pick a fight.  Pick a fight with the cause that is written on your soul.  Whatever it is, whoever you are, for the sake of Christ, pick a fight.  Love and Hope is our rebellion.  Scream it into the places that seem lost, rage against the systems that are dehumanizing, resist the tyranny of inequality.   I’m choosing to get up today, I’m choosing to pick a fight.peace,marshall

on giving up

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What do you do when you get that antagonizing voice in your head that says to cash it in, give up, walk away, stop trying . . . just quit?  I mean what can you really know about yourself until you’ve come to this place over and over again?  What is your response?  Do you dig in?  fight back?  bail?  primal scream?  find a quiet place?  talk it out?  walk it out?  run it out?  pray it out?  or give in to its sultry voice?I suppose there are times it depends on your context and the externals in your life.  I suppose as well it has a lot to do with your make-up and your upbringing.  Down deep in us are natural and learned responses for most any situation.  But when your back is against the wall and every button in your patience is pushed, well, those kind of times reveal quite a bit about your moxie.I’ve long been a lover of the movie, Fight Club, for its insight into cultural philosophies and its complete undressing of the empty notions of consumerism.  It’s not cute or clean, but it is real.  Here’s the classic quote from the main character-

Tyler Durden: Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God —- it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy (stuff) we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

When you are faced with these struggles within you, that tell you to settle, give in, stop pursuing, stop caring . . .  do you give up or kick it in?  You really don’t know that about yourself until you find yourself there.  Tyler Durden later says, “How much can you know about yourself until you’ve been in a fight?”  There are no letter grades for this class, it’s pass/fail.  The voice to give-up is a bully, how do you face your bully?I’m at this sort of place this night and I’m hearing these kind of voices.  Well, I don’t like being bullied.  I don’t trust outside voices that tell me who I am or where I’m going.  I listen to the voice of the One who made me and the community of voices I belong to.As to the voice that says to give-up, well, I feel like fighting back.peace,marshall