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Overview

Pastor Mark Buchanan's rich insights on contemporary Christian living speak powerfully to a universal dilemma -- your quest for an abundant life on earth yet longing for eternity with God.
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A popular adage dictates that those who are heavenly minded are of no earthly good. Buchanan, a pastor and freelance writer, begs to differ. He convincingly demonstrates that unless Christians cling to the hope of the hereafter with a grip so fierce and purposeful that everything else dims in comparison, they will become so earthly minded that they are of no heavenly good. Buchanan (Your God Is Too Safe) writes with persuasive elegance as he implores fellow Christians to "fixate" on the promise of heaven. This stance will do more than get believers through the humdrum monotony of life; it will energize and excite them to face inevitable tragedies with more than mere resignation. Says Buchanan, "We fix on it [heaven], and it fixes us." A heavenly compulsion, he writes, will alter one's own vantage point and also transform the world in which Christians find themselves. Buchanan details how God uses the trivial, the boring and the tame to transform Christians from the inside out. As they quietly go about their daily business, faithful to the vocation to which they're called, believers are slowly changed. Buchanan exposes a pastor's heart as he painstakingly explores difficult topics through the lens of heaven. Generous, heartrending anecdotes expose Buchanan's own disappointments and the trials of loved ones, but always within the hopeful and eternal context of heaven. Written to exhort, encourage and bolster his fellow Christians' faith, Buchanan's book hits the mark with finely turned phrases that make reading this a joy. (July) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781576738894
  • Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/26/2002
  • Pages: 200
  • Product dimensions: 6.02 (w) x 8.54 (h) x 0.65 (d)

Meet the Author

Mark Buchanan is a pastor and freelance writer/editor who lives with his wife, Cheryl, and three children on the west coast of Canada. Educated at the University of British Columbia and Regent University, he has been published in numerous periodicals, including Christianity Today and Books and Culture.

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Table of Contents

Introduction: The Big Fix 9
Part I Heaven-Haunted: Missing Things Unseen
1. Eternity in Our Hearts 15
2. Speaking in Tongues 27
3. The World Is Not Enough 39
4. Rich and Weary 49
Portrait: Does Life Justify Living? 59
Part II Heaven-Struck: Seeing Things Unseen
5. More Than We Ask or Imagine 65
6. Who Wants to Go to Heaven? 79
7. Heaven Can't Wait 91
8. The Circle of Naming 103
Portrait: Like a Boy Eavesdropping 115
Part III Heaven-Sent: Being of Earthly Good
9. The One Thing Needed 125
10. A Tour of the Lower Galleries 139
11. Look Up 153
12. Dead Already 167
13. Do Not Lose Heart 177
Portrait: Now You Do It! 191
Part IV Heaven-Bent: Living in Light of Forever
14. Big Deal 201
15. Wax On, Wax Off 211
16. Now Dismiss Your Servant in Peace 219
Portrait: Living for the Moment 231
Notes 237
Acknowledgments 239
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First Chapter

Part I

Heaven-Haunted: Missing Things Unseen

 

I have a memory that lives in me now like the ache of an old wound, like shrapnel closed up in my flesh. It is of my mother and father laughing. Laughter spills from them, candy from a burst piñata, and my brother and I scramble to be part of it, to get a handful, a mouthful, a life full.

We are on holiday. My father, whose work to him was often a heaviness and a dreariness, is light from two weeks of rest and play and silence. His chronic irritability, his swift, jerky snapping at things, is gone. He often looked as if he was constantly fighting invisible restraints—a failed Houdini who, no matter how much he thrust and twisted to loose the ropes and chains, couldn’t slip free. But his usual motions of rigid haste have slowed and smoothed, and the things that three weeks ago would have made him explode in anger or withdraw in sullenness now just make him shrug or chuckle. My mother has relaxed into my father’s softening mood. She has almost collapsed into it, thankful, weary, only now realizing how close she herself was to breaking.

We’re in a cabin beside the sea, and it’s morning. The sun comes up hot, sweet. It shimmers bright on the skin of things. Light pours into the room; even the shadows brim with it. The small cabin fills up with the smells of coffee and maple bacon and buttered toast. You can sleep in if you want, but no one wants to. My father is busy in the kitchen, cooking, singing. My mother is on the deck of the cabin, reading. She comes in.

Something goes wrong. I don’t remember what. The toast burns, or the coffee spills, or something breaks. In the huge shuddering silence that follows, I brace myself for anger, shouting, accusation.

But my parents laugh. It’s a sound so pure that it could be grief. Wind chimes and birdsong and jingling coins and splashing brooks. Ancient holy secrets revealed, fresh news of triumph borne in on the wind. Fire and water and earth and air.

Laughter.

In that laughter, in the clean deep wide-openness of it, all things are possible. All things are forgotten, or remembered, accepted, forgiven, relinquished. That laughter is a sign as consoling as a fig branch in a dove’s beak, a promise as dazzling as a rainbow arched over a world washed fresh. It is a pledge that the earth will not be destroyed as before.

I remember that.

It haunts me now.

My father is dead. He was talking on the phone one day—to the cardiologist, ironically—and his heart seized up. He pressed his hand hard to his chest, and staggered to where my mother sat in the other room. He sat down, gasping like a caught fish, and she stood up and phoned the ambulance. But the damage was too massive. He died shortly after, in the hospital.

I was on an island, on the first day of three weeks of holidays. My wife and I had just put the children to bed and unpacked the groceries. We were sitting down, making tea. A knock on the door. I answered. A man I didn’t know was standing there holding a piece of paper.

“Are you Mark?”

“Yes.”

“You’re to phone your brother.”

The man gave me the paper and walked off, a shadow among falling shadows. My brother’s phone number was on the paper. He was scheduled to come with his family to visit us the next day. Things come up all the time—cars break down, unexpected guests arrive, extra work waylays us, interruptions delay us—so this message at nightfall should not have startled me, should not have filled me with any particular foreboding. But it did. Somehow I knew.

I walked down to the government wharf to the pay phone. I dialed the number. My brother answered, first ring, his voice thin and flat like the edge of hammered metal.

“Dad’s dead. He had a heart attack. I guess there was nothing they could do.”

I don’t remember much else. I remember putting the phone down gently, as I might have a porcelain figurine, and then waiting in the quietness of the phone booth, not wanting to turn around. Not knowing what to do. Then walking up the hill to the cottage and my wife coming down, somehow knowing too.

“My dad died,” I said. We held each other and cried.

My mother lives with her cats now. Often she talks to them as if they were people, very young people or very old people, people she feels the need to scold and dote on all at once. Her cats are aging, arthritic, mangy, glaucomatous. They hiss at children and hobble as they walk. My mother watches documentaries on television, and her cats curl around her, shedding fistfuls of hair.

And me, living far away—I have more things to keep up with than I can keep up with, and some nights I don’t sleep well: Some gnawing and tugging inside keeps me half-awake half the night. I shed most of my hair when I was still young. My teeth are crooked; I never got that fixed, and now it’s too late. The phone rings morning till night with grating and merciless urgency, and very seldom is it someone just wanting to say “I love you” (my mother still does that, though). Now I have e-mail, too, and each morning a new landslide of messages, much of it dirt and stone, tumbles in, threatening to engulf me. At any given time—I learned this several years ago now—someone somewhere is angry at or disappointed with me.

That bright summer when, in the fullness of their youth and mine, my parents laughed, is an archetypal myth to me now. It is a memory that became a dream that became a haunting. Thinking on it, I am both happy and sad. At once. It’s almost too painful to remember and certainly too beautiful to forget. It speaks more things to me than I can know or explain.

It is eternity in my heart. It is a taste, however elusive, of some Other Thing, some Unseen Thing. It is a reminder that the world is not enough, and that every bone and cell in me knows that. It is a desire for something that earth can make me thirst for, but never quench.

There is a moment like that in Israel’s history. The people have returned, straggle-wise, from exile and have begun to rebuild the destroyed temple. That destruction, at the hands of Nebuchadnezzar’s Babylonian warriors in 586 b.c., represents the nation’s biggest tragedy: the loss of the center. It represents either the defeat of God, or God’s abandonment of His people. Either prospect is a huge desolation, a grief bigger than time itself. It is a wound that never quite heals: shrapnel closed up in the flesh.

But the people are back, the rebuilding has begun, and the moment has come when the long-cherished hope first touches reality: The foundation is laid. Finished. There it is, as real as earth and fire. You can dance on it, if you want, or kiss it. It is a stone you could stumble over.

And that calls for a party. If there is one thing the Hebrew people knew how to do right, it was party.

When the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the Lord, the priests in their vestments and with trumpets, and the Levites (the sons of Asaph) with cymbals, took their places to praise the Lord, as prescribed by David king of Israel. With praise and thanksgiving they sang to the Lord: “He is good; his love to Israel endures forever.” And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid. (Ezra 3:10–11)

But the celebration is haunted. Something is amiss; literally, something is missing.

But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away. (Ezra 3:12–13)

The archetype is this: All that weeping and laughing, heard a long way off, one indistinguishable from the other, is what we all feel at all our homecomings, all our foundation-layings. They are moments of great joy, and yet also sadness. Even the best foundations—even the first ones, the pristine ones—fall short of what we remember.

We know, and can’t escape the knowing, that even when we come home, we are still in exile and that all the foundations we lay, no matter how glorious and solid, are at best only shadows of what we hoped for.

By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. (Hebrews 11:9–10, emphasis added)

Even in a land flowing with milk and honey, we live estranged, we dwell in tents. It simply doesn’t matter how good earth gets or how much we experience our settlement here as promised land. No foundation we lay can take away our sense that we’re not home yet. The apostle Paul puts it this way: “Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling” (2 Corinthians 5:1–2).

This is eternity in our hearts. This is being haunted with and wooed by Things Unseen.

Things Unseen. God calls us to live among them, to set our sights on them, to treasure them against all sorrow, loss, doubt, disappointment.

But isn’t that escapism?

No. It’s the truest realism.

J. R. R. Tolkien was often accused of writing escapist literature, of conjuring up a world that indulged the human longing to slip the boredom and burden of living our nine-to-five, hand-to-mouth, this-and-that lives. His answer was that there are two kinds of escape.

The first is the escape of one who is running away from life, who can’t endure its disappointments and responsibilities. It’s the painter Paul Gauguin, who abandoned his wife and children to try to capture some earthly paradise in Tahiti, or Jean Jacques Rousseau, who kept dumping his illegitimate children in orphanages so he could pursue his ambitions to write about the perfection of child-rearing. This form of escape is hypocritical and pathetic.

But there is a second kind of escape. It is the escape of the prisoner of war, who seeks to break out of the grim, muddy compound, with its scowling guards, its snarling dogs, its shockingly dreadful threats and numbingly dull routines, its guns and fleas and gruel. All he wants—and it is a huge want, able to carry him when nothing else can—is to go home. This form of escape keeps us human.

Tolkien said that he was writing about the second kind of escapism, not the first.1

If heavenly-mindedness is a form of escapism, it is of the second kind: a remembrance and an expectancy—a groaning for home. A longing that sustains us no matter how dark it gets.

Heavenly-mindedness is sanity. It is the best regimen for keeping our hearts whole, our minds clear. It allows us to enjoy earth’s plea-sures without debauchery. It allows us to endure life’s agonies without despair. It allows us to see things from the widest possible perspective and in the truest possible proportions. If anything can give us a true scale of values—one that enables us to sort out the disposable from the precious, the trinkets from the treasures, the surface from the substance—heavenly-mindedness can.

The church has lost this, and our losing it has happened with little dismay and hardly any remark. We live, in A. J. Conyers’s phrase, beneath the “eclipse of heaven.”2 When we feel mildly provoked to justify this, we do so with the shopworn slogan: You don’t want to become so heavenly-minded that you’re of no earthly good.

You’d sooner find an atheist in a foxhole or a Green Peace activist on a foxhunt than find a Christian, living or dead, fitting that description. Biblically and historically, the exact opposite is true: Those who have cultivated a genuine heavenly-mindedness—who have named and nurtured the human longing for Elsewhere and Otherwise—have been people who have worked and prayed the most passionately, courageously, tirelessly, and unswervingly for the kingdom to come on earth as it is in heaven.

C. S. Lewis notes:

If you read history, you will find that the Christians who did the most for the present world were just those who thought most of the next. The apostles themselves, who set on foot the conversion of the Roman Empire, the great men who built up the Middle Ages, the English evangelicals who abolished the slave trade, all left their mark on earth, precisely because their minds were occupied with heaven. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.3

Indeed.

Only those who fill their hearts and minds with heaven can want or even recognize its earthly counterpart. Only they can seek after it in a way that indulges neither utopian dreams nor despotic solutions. To be of real earthly good requires a certain fearlessness: a freedom from the fear of death, from the loss of property or status or title or comfort, from the threat of tyrants, the power of armies, the day of trouble.

People fixated on earth generally do not have this deep taproot of courage and conviction. Seldom do they stand down Pharaohs, Caesars, Stalins, with nothing but a stick in their hand or a cross on their back. Nor do they generally look after widows and orphans in distress or care for the dying or feed the hungry. This is left for the heavenly-minded to do—for the Stephens, whose serving meals to widows and confronting the powers of the age were all of a piece, and who, at the very edge of his brutal execution, “looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God” (Acts 7:55).

Like the tug and heft of a huge unseen planet hovering near, the hope of heaven is meant to exert a gravitational pull that gives our lives stability, substance, weight. Ironically, it alone has the power to give us in a sustained way the moral and spiritual ballast needed to keep our feet on the earth—to make us of much earthly good. It is a rumor of home in a place of exile, inspiring us to keep up the good work.

It is Unseen Things that render the things we do see—both the beauty and the ugliness, the grandeur and the barrenness, never enough, and yet never too much.

 

 

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    Posted November 25, 2003

    Get the book!

    I have never read a book about God, heaven and the bridge to this world that compares with 'Things Unseen'. It is to be devoured, savored and read again and again. I've passed it on to others who say much the same thing. Whether you are a believer or skeptic, I recommend you run out and get a copy. You won't regret doing so. Arlene Hodges Buffalo, NY

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2002

    Things Unseen

    ***** This life is only temporary. There is a world beyond it, a better one, called Heaven, which we all long for deep in our spirits. That is the main message of this book. <BR><BR>No matter what faith you adhere to, there is the constant longing for more life, but also the longing to go beyond this one, for something more. We seek miracles and other things in endless quests to discover a piece of that in the here and now. Even as we dread death, we long for it, for passage beyond this life into eternity. With that in mind, we should reguard all that is here as temporary, therefore, both more and less important. It is more important because the things that are good are only momentary and can disappear with no warning, yet less important because they are so. Therefore, the painful, irratating, bad things are to be taken as just a brief trial that is refining us for the Kingdom of God. <BR><BR>Citing both the Bible and popular media, the author clarifies these and other points in an insightful, easy to understand book that will appeal to a broad range of readers. It is comfortiong, yet thought provoking and should make the essential library shelf of both Christians and philosophers of any faith. ***** </p><BR> Reviewed by Amanda Killgore.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2002

    Worth Reading

    I admit to being hooked by a 2 page sample and feeling compelled to read on, bought the book. This was more than one man's foolish attempt to answer life's challenges or mere opinion of the hereafter. It was biblically based and humbly written giving it a foundation to inspire the reader to view life's challenges in a new light. Bodies created for a life in Eden, souls created for eternal life in Heaven, yet we find ourselves in this fallen world that promises what it cannot deliver. If you can't identify at an emotional depth worthy of tears, you can at least appreciate the author's written style. It's fresh, without lulls, uses true stories with a point, and embraces your attention from beginning to end.

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