Saturday, December 31, 2011

The Doctrine on Which the Church Stands or Falls

Presbyter has been working on a web site entitled "Justification by Faith:  Its Meaning and Importance".  Here he attempts to offer a succinct explanation of why this doctrine is not a "mere theological quibble", but rather "the doctrine on which the church stands or falls." 

In my experience, it's fair to say that a surprisingly small number of professing Christians have any kind of appreciation for this.  Most know at some level that they've been saved "by grace ... through faith ... not as a result of works ..."  This is central, of course, but understanding of the issue tends to run out quickly after that.  This leaves the Christian unable to discern the edge of the slippery slope, vulnerable to a paralyzing insecurity on one hand, and susceptibility to heresy and even cults on the other.

There is a natural tension between unity in the Body of Christ and the rejection of serious error.  As I have written before, widespread biblical illiteracy means we are likely to find ourselves among professing believers "who know shockingly little about the beliefs they profess."  Whereas most would probably say they believe in the doctrine of justification by faith, upon careful examination you may find their understanding of it runs out rapidly.

Presbyter's site remains a work in progress, and he values your thoughtful input.  I invite you to post your comments here.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Homeless Don is Home for Christmas

"Oh, great."  My first thoughts are not charitable.  Someone is intruding on my evening, and Christ's unfortunate words come almost instantly to mind:  "... as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me."  In other words, I'm stuck.

The man being presented to me is pretty much right out of central casting--unkempt and smelling strongly of tobacco and two weeks worth of body odor, with a large black pack full of his worldly possessions.  Exactly the type you'd expect to find at a homeless shelter.  But I'd arrived with simpler motives:  our church is performing its occasional service to the needy, and I've dropped in to pitch in where I can.  I fully intend to depart on time and unencumbered.  Or I did.  I hadn't figured on Homeless Don.

A church member brings him to me (why does she hate me so?).  He needs a ride, he says, because the shelter is out of beds for males.  Naturally ... it's the added "no room at the inn" angle.  And did I mention it's almost Christmas?

You see, Homeless Don, the problem is you're off script!  This is speed-ministry we're engaged in here.  It's like speed-dating.  No complications, no commitments.  We're like two ships that pass in the night.  I'm not interested in stopping to pick up lifeboats.  Your job is to eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow I go back to work. 

Of course I've blogged about this very scenario.  Keith Green even made a cameo.

Perfect.  I'm stuck.

What on earth am I going to do with Homeless Don?  Can I take him home?  The usual nightmare scenarios jump to mind.  Fortunately, I have a convenient excuse ... we currently have other houseguests.  I can't very well foist Homeless Don upon my guests, can I?  My inn is full too.  Right?

Nor can I simply turn my back on him.  More Scripture leaps to mind unbidden:  "But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?Okay, right ... I get it.  But what am I going to DO with him?

Lacking a clear plan, we get in the truck--Jailer Jr. riding shotgun and Homeless Don in the back seat.  He wants a ride downtown so he can wander the streets and look for a place to sleep.  Yeah, so I can't very well drop him off at the train station.  I'm pretty sure that's not on the list of acceptable options.  "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares."   

So, God, I left your angel at the train station. Can you send someone to pick him up?

Maybe I'll put him up in a motel.  Yes, that's it.  One night.  He can take a shower and come back to the shelter tomorrow.  It's clean, and relatively cheap.  It's non-committal.  It's weak.  Sigh.  What will I do with you, Homeless Don?

Lacking a plan, I talk to the man.  What?  He has family in the area?  At least 2 brothers ... well, there's a third but he thinks he wouldn't be happy to see him.  Will any of them be happy to see Homeless Don?  I sure hope so.  I imagine the alternative scenarios and they don't end well.

Homeless Don doesn't remember where they live exactly.  He hasn't seen them in ages, but he has an unusual last name.  Out comes the smartphone.  Hope, thy name is! 

We get a lead on Brother Dave, but when we arrive at the house he has moved away.  The euphoria begins to wane ... the sick feeling returns.  It all rides on Brother Tom now. 

As we approach our second destination, Homeless Don apologizes again for the trouble.  I ask him if he's ever read the New Testament.  He hasn't.  I tell him about Matthew 25 and "the least of my brothers".  He promises to read his Bible.  Maybe he will.

The trailer park is dark and the house numbers are hard to make out, but eventually we find the place.  I leave Homeless Don in the truck while I knock on the door.  A voice from inside ... "Yeah?"  Not sure if that translates to "Come in", I repeat the sequence.  Finally, I ease the storm door open and see a man, a woman and two kids. 

"Are you Tom?"


"Do you have a brother named Don?"


"Well, I think I have him in the truck."

The woman speaks for the first time:  "Donnie?"  She turns out to be his aunt.  She doesn't sound angry, terrified or ambivalent.  She sounds, dare I say ... happy?  It's a beautiful sound.

Explanations, reunion, relief.  Homeless Don is now just Don.  He will not spend another December night on the streets of Fredericksburg, but will have a Merry Christmas with his family.

God's lesson to the Jailer household:  Trust and obey.  I've got this.  Just get in the truck, talk to the man, and watch what I do. 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Praise the Lord and Pass the Condoms

The most shocking statistic cited in Relevant Magazine's recent article (Almost) Everyone's Doing It is not merely the fact that 80% of unmarried self-identified evangelical Christians in America have already had sex. 
Chart extracted from the September/October 2011 edition of Relevant Magazine.
Yes, that's highy alarming, even for the most sober and realistic among us, but it only gets worse as we dig deeper.  Consider that fully 42% of single evangelicals are currently involved in a sexual relationship, and that nearly two out of every three had sex within the past year, a statistic that comes stunningly close to the ratio (76%) reported among the general population.

The article brings out some other important points:
  • Three in four single evangelicals recognize that premarital sex violates biblical instruction.  It's hard to know whether to be more distressed that one in four do not, or that so many of those with the correct understanding of the matter remain brazenly unrepentant.
  • Our rapidly rising average marriage ages (which are up 6 years since 1965) contribute to the problem by increasing the opportunity.  Put another way, "It’s one kind of challenge to wait until you’re 18. It’s another challenge entirely to wait until you’re 28." (Hat tip:  David French)
Of course, this is also cause to reprise that burning question posed by one of my favorite authors: "What on earth is an "evangelical" in the 21st century, and does it even matter anymore?" After all, since, "an alarming number of self-identified evangelicals hold to blatantly non-Christian beliefs about such foundational subjects as the way of salvation, the authority of Scripture, and the divinity of Jesus Christ," why should it surprise us that they're also engaging in premarital sex?