Knowing God was one of the phenomenal books that I read, morning by morning, after I graduated from College. It almost certainly took me from hating the Evangelical language of a "personal relationship with God" to loving it. It's also easy to see why I really loved this book so much at the time: J.I. Packer is much more obviously engaged with the Keswick movement in several passages in this book.
The Keswick movement was a pretty big tent. I reviewed Charles Trumbull's Victory of Christ, and I like a lot of that book still, but the big problem that Packer rightly criticizes is that it talks about overcoming sin as being done through "let go and let God," sometimes married to "second consecration language." I grew up with that language and it didn't help me as I struggled with particular sins, and I always had this desire for some sort of knowledge or trick that would help me go through life unruffled. Packer really threaded the needle for me at the time and explained how there is no "trick," no "formula," to avoiding suffering and resisting temptation, and yet he also was so clearly in favor of having emotions for God and he could word them so well. The chapter on adoption was heaven in this re-read.
It also resonated with me much more emotionally last time because at the time I had come to an uneasy acceptance of penal atonement. Packer definitely convicted me more by giving lots and lots of time to defending this doctrine. Packer is extremely careful not to sugar-coat the difficulties of the Christian life and in particular of God's hatred of sin, and like the few Puritans I have read, he wants to make Christians rejoice in the relief of forgiveness. While attacks on penal atonement have not been as frequent recently in my circles, we still need it in 2023 as Evangelical culture continues to go soft.
One other thing that is striking is that Packer is constantly evangelizing in this book. I was recently reading Romans and I noticed that, though Paul is writing to "the church in Rome," he clearly is offering a gospel presentation that would speak to anyone unconverted, in or out of the Church. At any rate, I appreciated on this read that J.I. Packer is an Anglican: he speaks, like C.S. Lewis, to a dead church and does not assume orthodox Christianity but has to prove it and educate his readers about it at every turn.
The end of the book is particularly moving this time: Packer ends the book with a call to act in faith and to not count the cost of showing love and financial generosity. It's been a while since I heard that, but I loved it from Packer.
One of the things Carl Trueman observed in his tribute to Packer was that Packer aged well and ended his days with dignity. That's the reason I probably accepted this book: it never comes across as senstational or overstated. One of the marks of a great book is that it cuts to the heart of things and is not full of lies or postures or hedges. This book is truth.
I sent a letter to Packer before he passed away. I probably said something like, "This book meant a lot to me and helped me know God better." I got no reponse, but re-reading this book I still feel that.
Old Review:
After Piper's Desiring God, I somewhat dreaded this book, but I was happily surprised and challenged. This is a wonderful book which could easily be read as full of cliches, but if you actually stop to take the cliches seriously, it gets deep and very uncliched very fast. Here's a sampler:
"“Nor is it the spirit of those Christians-alas, they are many-whose ambition in life seems limited to building a nice middle-class Christian home, and making nice middle-class Christian friends, and bringing up their children in nice middle-class Christian ways, and who leave the sub-middle-class sections of the community, Christian and non-Christian, to get on by themselves.
The Christmas spirit does not shine out in the Christian snob. For the Christmas spirit is the spirit of those who, like their Master, live their whole lives on the principle of making themselves poor-spending and being spent-to enrich their fellowmen, giving time, trouble, care and concern to do good to others-and not just their own friends - in whatever way there seems need."
And that in the context of a book that presents the traditional and time-honored view of God. The best thing about Packer, I think, is his prose, which is just surprising and very ... English: "How should we explain Jesus’ belief in the necessity of his death? How should we account for the fact that what drove him on throughout his public ministry, as all four Gospels testify, was the conviction that he had to be killed? And how should we explain the fact that, whereas martyrs like Stephen faced death with joy, and even Socrates, the pagan philosopher, drank his hemlock and died without tremor, Jesus, the perfect servant of God, who had never before showed the least fear of man or pain or loss, manifested in Gethsemane what looked like blue funk, and on the cross declared himself God-forsaken?"
"To drive well, you have to keep your eyes skinned to notice exactly what it is in front of you. To live wisely, you have to be clear-sighted and realistic–ruthlessly so–in looking at life as it is. Wisdom will not go with comforting illusions, false sentiment, or the use of rose-coloured spectacles. Most of us live in a dream world, with our heads in the clouds and our feet off the ground; we never see the world, and our lives in it, as they really are. This deep-seated, sin-bred unrealism is one reason why there is so much little wisdom among us–even the soundest and most orthodox of us."
Oh, Packer's an Anglican. Can you beat that?
"The Puritans had to face these 'antinomian' ideas, and sometimes made heavy weather of answering them. If one allows it to be assumed that justification is the bee-all and end-all of the gift of salvation, one will always make heavy weather of answering such arguments. The truth is that these ideas must be answered in terms, not of justification, but of adoption: a reality which the Puritans never highlighted quite enough." I'm almost certain now that the Puritans were the Federal Visionists of their day and to the extent that we do not slow down the movement, it will result in similar consequences.
I think the best description of him is that he does not mince words, yet is not vulgar. (I use that word in the older sense.) His sweet spot is when he talks about trusting in God and not over-realizing the eschaton in our sanctified lives:
"We feel that, for the honour of God (and also, though we do not say this, for the sake of our own reputation as spiritual Christians), it is necessary for us to claim that we are, so to speak, already in the signal-box, here and now enjoying the inside information as to the why and wherefore of God’s doings. This comforting pretence becomes part of us: we feel sure that God has enabled us to understand all His ways with us and our circle thus far, and we take if for granted that we shall be able to see at once the reason for anything that may happen to us in the future. And then something very painful and quite inexplicable comes along, and our cheerful illusion of being in God’s secret councils is shattered. Our pride is wounded; we feel that God has slighted us; and unless at this point we repent, and humble ourselves very thoroughly for our former presumption, our whole subsequent spiritual life may be blighted."
He is sometimes quite terrifyingly good:
"Those who are new in the faith often advance into their new life joyfully certain that they have left all the old headaches and heartaches behind them. And then they find that it is not like that at all. Long standing problems of temperament, of personal relationships, of felt wants, of nagging temptations are still there—sometimes, indeed, intensified. God does not make their circumstances notably easier; rather the reverse. Dissatisfaction recurs over wife, or husband, or parents, or in-laws, or children, or colleagues or neighbors. Temptations and bad habits which their conversion experience seemed to have banished for good reappear. As the first great waves of joy rolled over them during the opening weeks of their Christian experience, they had really felt that all problems had solved themselves, but now they see that it was not so ... Things which got them down before they were Christians are threatening to get them down again."
"Many are caught in these toils today. What help is needed here? we ask. The light shed by the truth of adoption on the ministry of the Spirit gives the answer. The cause of such troubles as we have described is a false, magical type of supernaturalism, which leads people to hanker after a transforming touch as from an electric impersonal power that will make them feel wholly free from the burdens and bondages of living with themselves and other people. They believe that this is the essence of genuine spiritual experience. They think the work of the Spirit is to give them experiences that are like LSD trips. (How unhelpful it is when evangelists actually promise this, and when drug takers equate their fantasies with religious experience! Will our age never learn to distinguish things that differ?) In fact, however, this quest for an inward explosion rather than inward communion shows deep misunderstanding of the Spirit’s ministry. ... [I]t is not as we strain after feelings and experiences, of whatever sort, but as we seek God himself, looking to him as our Father, prizing his fellowship, and finding in ourselves an increasing concern to know and please him, that the reality of the Spirit’s ministry becomes visible in our lives. This is the needed truth which can lift us out of the quagmire of non-spiritual views of the Spirit in which so many today are floundering.
The last chapter on the adequacy of God captured me with its terrible beauty and there were many moments, usually scattered hither and thither throughout the book. Read it and look for the darkness of the cross, underlaid by the shining glory of adoption of sons of God. Once I read a theologian that pointed out how many Christians think of justification as the heart of the Gospel, when really adoption is the heart; Packer gets that without going crazy.