Overheard in the Reijksmuseum

Overheard in the Reijksmuseum

Two weekends ago, I took my older kids on a trip to Germany and The Netherlands to prepare for our deputation to Germany as SAMS Missionaries. After taking them to see our future home, I decided to take them up to Amsterdam, specifically to see the wonderful Van Gogh Museum. But, before this, we took the time to see the Reijksmuseum, their national museum, filled with the treasures of dutch art and culture. Think Rembrandt and life-size paintings of the Battle of Waterloo. One of the things I dearly love about this particular museum is how the museum is laid out chronologically. I’m not sure if this was intentional or not, but the first exhibit on this chronological exploration of Dutch art is their medieval collection, consisting entirely of Christian art.

It is, to say the least, a stunning collection of processional crosses, bishop’s croziers, altarpieces, statues, and iconography. So stunning that my oldest could not help but weep. But it was in that exhibit that I overheard a conversation between two middle-aged women.

“It’s just all so sad.”

“I know, all the death, and superstition, and war.”

But they weren’t weeping. That was my daughter, overwhelmed by the beauty and majesty of what can be rightly described as Europe’s glaringly obvious Christian history. Of course, it isn’t all glorious. But, that for several hundred years, the only art that anyone made was explicitly Christian, whether a statue, or a painting, or a cathedral, or a tune is not sad. It’s a testimony to the Gospel. You see, the history of Europe is the history of a barbaric people being tamed by the Gospel. Warring, murderous, unruly masses coming to be truly civilized, not through technology or scientific knowledge, but by coming to know the goodness and mercy of God. It wasn’t all perfect, but today in most of the countries of Europe, only 3% of each population claims any kind of living relationship with Jesus Christ. In Germany, there are more Muslims in mosques on Fridays than Christians in Church on Sundays. The most popular baby name in Germany last year was Mohammed.

Europe truly wrestles with this identity crisis. Some call for tighter controls on immigration. Others call for tighter controls on guns and knives. But, at the core of the problem is this: secular Europe is unrooted and being unrooted, it will fall to cultures only slightly more rooted than itself. Many today erroneously believe that it was Europe’s Christian past that drove the tragedies of two world wars and a Cold War, with millions brutally murdered. Yet, these great injustices were not caused by Christianity but the rejection of it. In reality, secular Europe is like a zombie – walking around in the clothing and world of Christianity, but without a beating heart or a well-tuned mind.

The people who once built cathedrals and illuminated manuscripts are truly in a state of death. And unlike the 15th Century, very little stands in the way of Islam’s hostile takeover of the entire continent.

But, there are great reasons to hope. Firstly, many secular Europeans are now spontaneously claiming that they are nothing less than Christian. They understand that to cling to all that is good about European society and culture is to be, at the heart, a believing Christian. They cannot escape the evidence. It is all around them. Believe it or not, this is the “hot topic” at universities like Oxford and Cambridge: “Can one truly claim the European intellectual tradition as his own if he is not a Christian?” Secular university students are coming to faith in droves, turning to radical lives of evangelism and mission. Many who once saw Christianity as just the sad past of their culture, now see it as the essence of all they hold dear.

Last August, my wife and I experienced, as we had been experiencing for many years in more subtle ways, a call to mission in the heart of Europe. In the coming months, we will be relocating with our seven children to a former Nazi-era German army base that has, for the last fifty years, been a camp and retreat center for the Reformed Episcopal Church in Europe. We believe that the Lord has granted us a vision of seeing the radical multiplication of churches on the European continent through deep catechesis and equipping for ministry. We’re deeply humbled to do this as missionaries with SAMS as it means we are not only joining a society of other faithful missionaries, but a society of generous and prayerful senders.

Kites of Teufelsberg

A few minutes walk from our apartment is the 120-meter high, man-made Teufelsberg (Devil’s Mountain). This hilltop plateau with views of the city and the surrounding Grunewald (Green Forest) was made from some 75 million cubic meters of rubble from the second world war. It is frequented by tourists and locals, who come to take advantage of the views and of the wide open space to run their dogs and to fly their kites.

Monday, in spite of the gray and cold dampness of the afternoon, someone was there flying a kite. This is a common sight year round. Often multiple kites and remote controlled gliders and drones are in action simultaneously. But somehow, this week it seemed to me a sign that spring is on the way. Soon the gray landscape of the Grunewald will match its name again! I turned and walked along the edge of the plateau, and I saw below me were several more kites. These, however, were no cause for hope at all, for they were caught, broken and hanging rather forlornly in tree branches.

They reminded me of the lives of so many people who have lost hope, countless individuals, who for awhile may have soared, but who are now caught in the ugly entangling circumstances of life–trapped by their own unwillingness and inability to do what they were created to do.

Kites, it seems, are always in danger from trees. (Remember Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree?) But the problem isn’t really the trees. As long as kites remain connected to the kite flyer, they remain free to do what they were created to do, which is fly! As soon as a kite breaks free from the string or in rebellion gets away from its master, it will inevitably be lost and caught, unable to ever fly again . . . unless it is rescued.

Sin, which is a term for rebellion against God, breaks the connection we have with Him, and leaves us unable to achieve our created purpose, which is to live in relationship with Him. Away from the Master, we find ourselves caught by our own sins, trapped and hopeless. And unless we are rescued, we have no hope of ever being free.

But praise God, He has come to rescue us!

In light of our metaphor, it is interesting, how! For when we consider the Cross of Jesus, we see there a figure caught and hanging on a tree–broken, lifeless, seemingly without hope. But when we look beyond the Cross, we discover His broken and lifeless body raised up in the resurrection on the third day and ascended back into the heavens. The Scriptures teach us that by faith in the death and resurrection of Jesus we are granted the forgiveness of our sins. Through faith in Christ, we are set free, and we are also raised up to eternal life and ascended with Him into the heavens. May we receive this gospel and fly again for His glory!

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