As I started my previous Greek studies I stumbled onto a playlist on Youtube that had video lectures and Skype calls with none other than Steven Anderson teaching Biblical Greek. To my surprise, Anderson is “fluent” in Koine Greek and he even put together a documentary focusing on him and Agros Church pastors going over to Greece to witness to people from the Greek New Testament.

Now, I don’t know about all this hoopla. I think it’s a little far fetched to be doing this (it has no draw for me even in English), but each to their own. But, I did find the Greek lectures quite interesting and mildly helpful to a minor degree. Unfortunately, all of Steven Anderson’s videos were deleted from Youtube because of censorship, but I’m glad I was able to go through all the videos in the playlist save, I think, maybe one.

So, let’s talk about what the benefits were of the lectures, what he covered, and some impressive facts about the preacher that everyone loves to hate…..

Koine Using Modern Pronunciation

Anderson is apparently a professional linguist or translator by trade (at least at some point in his past). He either currently or used to install fire alarms for a living, too. I’m not certain if he still does this or if the church he started in the strip mall is big enough yet to support him full time.

But, I will say, when I found his playlist, it was kind of refreshing. There are not many people in the theological arena that use a modern day pronunciation. At least, there weren’t back when I found the lectures. The fact that he had teamed up at some point with the guys from Agros Church was interesting given their rather sharp theological differences.

Skype Calls

After the basic lectures there were several Skype call recordings between Anderson and a few of his acolytes in the KJV-only camp. These were pretty good, informal discussions about Greek and going through and reading portions of text. They were a few hours each and quite entertaining.

Still Stalled Though

Despite these benefits, there were still a few problems with the playlist collection that ended up with me stalling and eventually abandoning the rest of them. To be honest, I can’t remember if I watched the last video Skype call or not. In the end, despite the pronunciation and the relaxed format, there was still something missing that did not motivate me to continue. I put the videos off and simply never returned.

One of the biggest problems was there wasn’t enough of these beyond just the basics and while Anderson stated that he could read the GNT fluently himself and that it was possible for others to do it as well, he never really laid out a program or charted his own progress in doing so.

The Youtube Shutdown

At some point after discovering and subsequently abandoning these videos, Youtube decided that it should yet again censor someone on its platform and deleted all of Anderson’s videos. He had hundreds of them online.

Many of them have since resurfaced and I’m sure I could find and collect them all again if I wanted to, but by now there are much better resources out there that I would like to use. It was interesting that Anderson, someone known for his “hate preaching” took the time to make videos on learning Biblical Greek. I guess individuals are just fascinating in all their peculiar ways.

Alternatives to Anderson’s Playlist

Personally, I chose MNTG for a program this time around for learning to read the Bible in Greek. I really like it’s no-frills organization and it has turned out to be a great community of people. They have two options, full program or just the community.

I’ve also added Dobson’s book “Learn New Testament Greek” which I will do a review on in the future. I eventually hope to use The Master’s Seminary courses in Greek Exegesis and Syntax as advanced training. They are used in their MDiv program.

There is also a great group of Greek New Testament videos on YouTube that use the modern pronunciation and are read from the Textus Receptus. They not only read the text out loud, but there is also a printed text on screen so you can follow along.

Conclusion

In the end, Anderson started a good project that has some interesting elements. But, it failed by not having enough follow through to create a full program, nor did he really explain “how” he went about learning to read the Greek New Testament with enough specifics to make it useful long-term.

Additionally, his other endeavors painted a target on his back and all of his videos were removed from the platform as a result. Now no one can use any of his teachings, which I find a terrible tendency in this ridiculous world we’re living in. I hope the rapture comes soon because I am so tired of the insanity surround the world today.

Until my next review….


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Excerpt from Ashen Monk Mountain:


There was an old elm tree near the end of the lawn, with a circular picnic table and several short benches.

“This looks like a lovely spot,” Mr. Eckey said, taking a seat.

He set his briefcase on the picnic table and flipped the latches, opening the lid.

Christopher took a seat opposite him and removed his hood, folding his arms in front of him.

“I have a tablet and a pen here somewhere,” Mr. Eckey said. “I had it when I left, that is. Not sure if I can find it in this disorganized briefcase of mine…”

He chuckled at himself.

“So – ”

Christopher ran a hand over his short cropped scalp.

“I’m confused about all this. I’m not sure I understand why exactly you wanted to meet with me.”

Mr. Eckey nodded.

“How long have you been a novitiate here?”

“Going on seven months now.”

“Hmm…and…”

He glanced up at Christopher as he fetched his notebook and ink pen.

“How are you liking it at Saint Joseph’s?”

“It has been – ”

Christopher thought about the question for a moment.

“ – wonderful.”

“I would assume it much different than – ”

Mr. Eckey flipped the first page over, scanned handwritten notes he had on the second page.

“I received some background from the Precept’s office, as well as from Abbot Greenly. You grew up in – North Platte, Nebraska? Is that correct?”

 Christopher nodded.

“I’m native of the Boston area myself,” Mr. Eckey said. “Tell me a little about how you came to the decision.”

“The decision?”

Mr. Eckey smiled.

“To become a monk. It must have been quite a journey from Nebraska.”

Christopher shrugged.

“Not really. I guess. I just – ”

Unwanted images flashed through his mind.

Mr. Eckey took a deep breath before speaking again.

“Mr. Ward, I don’t actually know a whole lot about this request, to be perfectly honest. As you know, the Congregation for Institutes of Consecrated Life and Apostolic Life – that’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it – we are entrusted with monitoring abnormal behavior among those called to the consecrated vocation.”

He tapped his pen on the tablet.

 “Tell me, what do you like about Saint Joseph’s exactly?”

“It’s the – well – I feel at home here. Like I belong. I very much enjoy the silence.”

“Yes, I know the Trappists to be quite ardent in their devotion.”

Christopher nodded in agreement as Mr. Eckey took a few notes.

“I enjoy the early mornings, the worship, the offices. The undivided devotion.”

“To God?” Mr. Eckey asked.

“Yes,” Christopher said. “Exactly.”

The stranger focused on his notes for several seconds, silently mouthing the words he wrote.

“Tell me, how does your life now differ from your previous one?”

“Previous?”

Mr. Eckey stopped writing.

“Your military career.”

“Oh,” Christopher said, looking down. “I guess – I – I don’t know. There are lots of differences. I’m not – sure I – what is this inquiry about exactly?”

Mr. Eckey put his pen down.

“Mr. Ward,” he said. “The Vatican apparently has interest in your particular gifts and abilities for a – call it – a special appointment. I guess that’s the best way to put it.”

He shifted his weight on the hard bench.

“Normally, the Congregation does not get involved in appointments or a particular monk’s vocational choices. But, sometimes, when the need arises, special arrangements can be made.”

“Are you talking about another monastery?”

“Actually – ”

Mr. Eckey picked his pen back up.

“It’s an entirely different Order.”

Christopher leaned forward as a gust of wind billowed the long sleeves of his tunic.

“I don’t really understand,” he said. “Are you saying the Vatican wants me to move to a different monastery – to a different Order? But…I…”

Mr. Eckey waited a moment.

“Tell me, Mr. Ward, about your military training.”

“What about it?”

“Your experiences. You were a special operator, is that correct?”

Christopher shot him a quizzical look.

“How do you know that?”

“You were part of the 7th SFG? Assigned to operations in Afghanistan for the majority of your enlistment, surrendering your commission as a Captain. Is that correct? What did you like or dislike about your military career? Why was it you left?”

Christopher looked out over the cornfields in the distance.

“Sir,” he said, wringing his hands together. “I don’t really understand why you’re asking these kinds of questions. To be honest, they’re making me a little uncomfortable. I think I – ”

“Please, Brother Christopher,” Mr. Eckey said, putting up a hand. “I don’t mean to pry. As I said, this is a peculiar and rather sensitive situation, not at all normal procedure. So, I do apologize for my rather tactless approach. Let me explain a little, if I can – ”

Christopher tried to relax.

He struggled to repress the memories rising in the back of his mind, the bloody and gruesome images of dead bodies, a horrible, yet all too familiar wave of fear and dread washing over him.

A wave of putrid death enveloped and permeated everything.

He took a deep breath, tried to ignore it.

Mr. Eckey put down his pen again.

“There is a remote monastery in British Colombia. It is of a separate Order, not Cistercian, but similar. It’s rather distinctive, as I am led to believe.”

“What is the Order?” Christopher asked.

Mr. Eckey shook his head.

“You would not be familiar with it,” he said. “There is actually only one monastery in the Order. But it has had a long, and quite fascinating history, to say the least. And, somewhat of a fantastic service.”

“So, why me, then?” Christopher asked. “I’m a novitiate. I don’t have much to offer. I’m not sure what you are asking of me.”

“The Vatican is asking a favor of you, Brother Ward. They are requesting that you take a leave of absence from Saint Joseph’s and visit this other monastery for a time.”

“I’m – I don’t – ”

Christopher stammered.

“I’m honored that the Vatican has called on me,” he said. “I really do feel settled here, though. I would not wish to – ”

Mr. Eckey interrupted.

“Consider it simply a sabbatical of sorts. Without strings attached. We are interested solely in God’s working here in this matter.”

“Are you wanting me to relocate?” Christopher asked.

Mr. Eckey smiled.

“How about we say the Vatican is open and interested in the Father’s call on your life. We simply wish to – test the waters – see if this would or would not be a good fit.”

“So, if I go, and it is not a good fit?”

“Your place here at Saint Joseph’s would be available to you at any time you see fit. Like I said, no strings attached.”

“I would not feel comfortable going without Abbot Greenly’s blessing,” Christopher said.

“You have it,” Mr. Eckey said, his smile widening.

Christopher said nothing.

“Think of it as a vacation. Though, if I’m hearing you correctly, you really are in no need of one. But, then again…. ”

The man shrugged.

“May I – ”

Christopher pondered his words.

“Is it possible to consider this awhile before I decide?”

“Certainly,” Mr. Eckey said. “Because of the situation, though, we would need you to go sooner than later. Is there anything upcoming that you are thinking about in particular?”

Christopher shook his head.

“No,” he said. “I would just like to sit with this for a day or two. Pray about it. How long would the visit be?”

“As long as you need to decide,” Mr. Eckey said. “Preferably a month to start. Longer is encouraged. Like I said, it is a unique situation, so tradition does not really lend itself easily. But, I would ask – ”

He put his notepad and pen back in his briefcase and closed the lid.

“Because of the sensitive nature, the Vatican has requested that you do not discuss this with anyone except me. Not the other monks here, your family, not even Abbot Greenly.”

“But, how – ”

Mr. Eckey put up a hand.

“I’m heading back to discuss the situation with Abbot Greenly before I leave the grounds. He will certainly not have an objection. Not that I can imagine, anyway.”

He fished out a business card from the inside pocket of his blazer.

“Here is my contact information,” he said, handing him the card. “You can reach me on my cell phone any time. Whenever you decide, one way or the other. There is a great need, though, so I do hope you will consider at least visiting.”

Christopher took the card, looked at it, then looked up at Mr. Eckey.

“What kind of need, exactly?”

The man just smiled.

“All in due time,” he said. “Just let us know as soon as you are able.”

Christopher looked back at the card.

“I will.”

“Thank you, Brother Ward, for your time. I do think I can find my way back to the abbot’s office from here.”

He briefly looked around the grounds.

“I do envy you a little,” he said. “What a majestic space you monks have created here. It’s like a slice of Eden. Really.”

He got up, shook Christopher’s hand, then left him there alone, as the stranger retraced his steps to the abbot’s office.

Christopher took a deep breath, then sighed.

The wave of putrid death still lingered as another wind gust blew across the fields, dredging up memories he would have altogether wished could have remained buried, soaking him again in the blood of the past.

He stayed there for a long time, just watching as the endless sea of cornfields waved in the winds.


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