Today’s Old Testament reading was one that caught me by surprise. I suppose it was one of those stories that stands out some years, some readings, more than others. After a major victory in Judges 8, this happens to Gideon:
22 Then the men of Israel said to Gideon, “Rule over us, you and your son and your grandson also, for you have saved us from the hand of Midian.”
Which should raise lots of red flags . . . for us, and for Gideon. I guess I was surprised at how blatant-yet-predictable their request was. This is particularly potent for its place in the biblical narrative, between Moses and David. Gideon’s response is brilliant:
23 Gideon said to them, “I will not rule over you, and my son will not rule over you; the Lord will rule over you.”
You really want to cheer for the guy, let him know that he answered wisely. If only that moment lasted a little longer. Because this happened next:
24 And Gideon said to them, “Let me make a request of you: every one of you give me the earrings from his spoil.” (For they had golden earrings, because they were Ishmaelites.) 25 And they answered, “We will willingly give them.” And they spread a cloak, and every man threw in it the earrings of his spoil. 26 And the weight of the golden earrings that he requested was 1,700 shekels of gold, besides the crescent ornaments and the pendants and the purple garments worn by the kings of Midian, and besides the collars that were around the necks of their camels. 27 And Gideon made an ephod of it and put it in his city, in Ophrah. And all Israel whored after it there, and it became a snare to Gideon and to his family.28 So Midian was subdued before the people of Israel, and they raised their heads no more. And the land had rest forty years in the days of Gideon.
Argh! It’s like a scene out of a Tolkien story: the right kind of victory followed by the subtlest and saddest of defeats! How easy it can be to win a great victory and then get tripped up in a snare of our own making!
(Scripture from the English Standard Version)
Beyond the Bible, my most faithful summer traveling companion was the writings of Anglican theological Oliver O’Donovan. I made relatively quick work of his Self, World, and Time back in June. When I left the island, I took the second volume of O’Donovan’s “Ethics as Theology” series, Finding and Seeking. While it’s basically twice as kong as SWT, it’s taken me a lot longer to get through. That’s not a bad thing, though. It’s quite the encouraging read. His style is a little odd to me. There’s something truly down-to-earth about his approach . . . and yet it feels totally abstracted. And while it’s clear that O’Donovan knows what he’s doing and where he’s going, he moves forward page-to-page without recapitulating much, which would be nice even if it isn’t his style.
When I returned to campus last week to start things off with faculty formation and prep, one thought came to mind and came to mind quickly: the mountain wasn’t high enough. The mountain, of course, was the summer vacation that took me from Hawaii to Texas to Tennessee, Kentucky, Tulsa, Wichita, and Seattle. The mountain was a retreat and time with family and with friends (some rarely seen but always loved). The mountain was reading and praying and walking and sweet tea and Sonic. The mountain was good. But when I walked onto campus, the time on the mountain wasn’t long enough.
(image from gocomics.com)
It’s been a week of getting back to work, which has been good. But it also marks that transition from summer to fall (even though summer isn’t over for a while yet). That’s just how the calendars we live by often overlap, I suppose. And with that comes the ins and outs of the summer movie season. It started early with Avengers: Infinity War. It’s limped along, really, with a few enjoyable movies that just didn’t “catch fire” like summer movies in the past. Which makes this weekend’s Mission Impossible: Fallout something like the last cinematic fling for the summer . . . and it works amazingly well.
One of the interesting aspects of my two weeks of mainland travel was a lack of internet access for two different chunks of time. While I was at Laity Lodge, I had nothing. While traveling beyond Tennessee, I had phone access but no real iPad wifi access. Beyond that, I decided before traveling that I wasn’t going to carry an external keyboard or laptop while traveling. So while it wasn’t a total unplug, there were some real moments of a kind of freedom from deeply embedded online practices.



