Friday, April 10, 2015

He cared enough to say it


Last night I went to bed with earphones in my ears, listening to a sermon that I had never heard before. That was a first for me, I don't generally go to bed listening to anything but I had started this sermon and I wanted to finish it. The message wasn’t new to me. I heard nothing in it that I didn’t know. But the delivery was new, the fact that it was delivered and the location it was delivered.

Those were new.

And I found myself wishing I could be in a congregation just once where such a message was delivered. Not for me but for what it would mean for all the people in the audience. And for the simple fact of knowing someone understood the Truths of Scripture and they cared more about delivering the message of those truths than they did the acceptance of the congregation they were preaching to..

Today I want to share the link to that sermon with you.

http://www.sermonaudio.com/playpopup.asp?SID=52906154239

Far from the Lord


 

There have been times in my life when I felt far from the Lord. Some of those times I knew where the distance came from. I knew it lay with me. That I had, for one reason or another, pulled away from Him. Most of those times came early in my walk with Christ, when I may not have been born again yet. But they were there.

I can well remember praying and telling the Lord I felt so far from Him. In those years before I was born again I was far from Him. No matter how much I might have prayed today there was always something waiting to pull me away from Him tomorrow. There was always something there waiting to be an idol that took my attention from Him.

I tried, time and again, to stay close to the Lord back then but failure always loomed. No matter what I wanted, no matter what was happening in my life, sooner or later something pulled me away from the Lord. And I let it. Usually without even noticing it was happening.

I knew little of the Lord back then, knew little of God. Not the real God anyway. All I knew was the Jesus loves you version of God taught in so many ‘churches’.

I was separated from God by my own sins. Even though I couldn’t see that they were sins. I was living my life, eventually trying to please Him, and sinning all the way. Back then I had no idea what the true nature of sin was or that I was committing it every day. That sure as I breathed…I sinned.

I saw the sinful lives of others, could tell when people were sinning if they commited any of the big sins…murder, adultery and the like…but I couldn’t see my own sins for what they were.

As a result…I was far from the Lord.

It wasn’t my time back then. He hadn’t drawn me to him. But looking back I can so clearly see what I couldn’t see then. To start with all the things that took hold of my thoughts and consumed them…were idols. Back then I didn’t know that. I thought and idol was a physical thing. I had no idea the true scope of what an idol was, or what having them did to my life.

Back then I went to God in prayer when I was in trouble, when life was more than I could bear, when I reached a point where I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t confess my sins to Him…at least not very often…I didn’t search my own heart and mind…I didn’t go to Him with the little things in my life…didn’t want Him in the day to day happenings.

Oh…I would have said I did. Would have said I wanted him to be a part of all of my life, but I really didn’t want Him there. I didn’t know it at the time though. I didn’t know that I only wanted Him in the corner of my life that I designated for Him. The space where I allowed Him to be.

I would have claimed I wanted Him in all parts of my life but when it came down to it…if I had known what having Him in all of my life would look like…I wouldn’t have wanted Him there.

But he’s there now. Without my asking Him to be. Without me inviting Him into all those places in my life…He stepped in and took over.

While I was busy living my sinful life He was busy pulling me from it.

Now I know the difference. I’ve seen what life with Christ is like. I’ve experienced what it feels like to have Christ in the middle of everything I do. I know what it’s like to feel him in my being. I know what it’s like to know that he’s with me when life becomes too much to bear, to know that he’s there when things get hard. But I also know what it’s like to have him there through every little thing in my life. To have him there when I wake up in the morning. To have him there when I sit and do nothing. To have Him with me in all things, through all I do.

And I wouldn’t go back if I could.

Because I was far from the Lord. Because life in that place might have seemed fun, it might have felt nice and cozy and warm and comfortable. But it wasn’t. It was hard, and it was cold, and it was uncomfortable.

Because He set me free. Because He saved me. Because He pulled me so close to Him that I’m no longer me without Him.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Walking into a crowd...

I enjoy bookstores. Bookstores that sell only new books. Used bookstores. Christian bookstores. Super sized bookstores. Teeny tiny bookstores. Actually it doesn't have to be a bookstore at all. I enjoy book sections in thrift stores. The mini section devoted to books in department stores. The little turning racks in convenient stores that hold books. The rack hanging on the side of the counter in hospital gift stores. Basically if it sells books I enjoy it.

Or I used to.

There was a time when I could find a book that I could enjoy in just about any setting that sold a book. Then I got picky. I started narrowing my interests. And then I got pickier. So much so that there was a time I would only read one genre of books.

And then...

The Lord narrowed my selections even further. He showed me things about books I never knew. Things I never wanted to know.

He showed me that even the 'Christian' books aren't always okay. I have a friend that doesn't believe in reading fiction books. She thinks it's wrong. She also believes that 90% if books in Christian bookstores should be burned.

When I walk into a bookstore I enjoy just seeing the books on the shelves. I've enjoyed books since I was a child and even now...there's just something about seeing them lined up there in neat rows, something about the smell of books. That, by the way, is something only another book enthusiast would understand.

If I go beyond the sight and smell of the bookstore, to actually touching them... well...there's something about feeling them in my hands. Some of them just fit, others don't. They say books are best friends. My preference is when a book feels like an old friend.

But as I've traveled this journey toward Christ, as He's pulled me further onto the narrow path, my enjoyment of books has changed. I still like to visit bookstores. There's just something about walking in one that I enjoy. I don't go to them often....less than once a month on average...but I do enjoy going.

The visits though, aren't quite the same as they used to be. When I walk through the doors now, no matter the size of the store, I know that I need to avoid 90% of the aisles. I know without ever looking at a title, without picking up a book, that most of what's inside the store will not only be something I don't want to read but that it will be filled with the kind of sinful things that go against what my Lord wants for me.

So I browse some of the non fiction...a very few categories of it...and I walk the aisle or two of Christian books. It would be nice, very nice, if I could pick any book in the Christian section and know that it was an okay choice for me, if I could know that every book in that section held true to Scripture, not the gospel as it's taught in America, but true Scripture.

Sadly that isn't the case.

I've read many of the so-called Christian books and in most of them the Christian element is barely there. And the supposed Christian characters are often living their lives the same way every other person is, chasing the world and it's glories.

Whether there are three books on the shelf or three thousand the outcome is the same. There may be a book there that talks of, teaches, and supports the Truths of Scripture but I will have to search hard for it...or them. I will need to know that a certain author sees and believes the real Scripture....not the version most professing Christians believe. I need to know the name of an author...or multiple authors...and search for books written by that person. I need to know that not only does that person believe the true Scriptures but that they live them. I need to know....generally more than I do...to be able to pick a book that doesn't go against Scripture. Even in the Christian section.

That's a sad thing.

What's even sadder is that when I should be able to say... Well, I'll just stick with Bibles. I can't go wrong there... I can't say that. Because I can go very wrong there. There are gender nuetral Bibles. Bibles that promote the prosperity gospel. Bibles that support... Basically for every belief in the 'Christian' circles there's a Bible that fits their beliefs. So I can't just pluck a Bible off the shelf and enjoy it. I must use discernment.

But the saddest thing of all....

Is that walking into any 'church' building, or any group of 'Christians' is much like walking into a bookstore. You may walk into a Christian bookstore but how many books in there talk of Scripture as it's really written. How many teach the Truth as Christ taught it? It's the same when you walk into a group of 'Christians' no matter the setting.

Walking into a crowd of thousands of people...all of them professing to know Christ...is enough to make your head spin. It's enough to make a person question the meaning of what a Christian is. Because today...in America...anyone can be a 'Christian'. There are people, preachers even, that claim to be Christians and yet admit they don't believe in God.

In a bookstore, if I pick up a book, I can read the back of it and get an idea of what the book is about. If that doesn't give me enough information there's generally a page in the front with a short section from somewhere in the book. If that's still not enough information I can flip through the book, read pages here and there, and see if I like the book. If that's still not enough information I can pull out my smart phone and look the book up online, read reviews, visit the authors website.

But there's nothing in a group of 'Christians' to show me who the true Christians are and who are simply professing. I have nothing to go on, no way to determine who are and are not true Christians. I heard recently that if you knocked on every door in your town and asked the person that answered if they were a born again believer most if not all of them would say yes. Something like 80% of Americans claim to be Christians.

Jesus said we will know Christians by their fruit. And we can. The trouble is that when we walk into a group of 'Christians' we often don't spend enough time with any of them to be able to tell who is and who is not. It's like trying to grab a Bible off the shelf in a super sized Christian bookstore and hope you get the one that lines up with true Scripture, one that hasn't been changed or watered down to be what the reader wants it to be.

We can pick someone out of the crowd, speak with the person sitting or standing closest to us, and hope that maybe they understand Scripture as we do.  But finding someone that truly understands the truths of Scripture, that lives for the Lord, that's regenerated, born again.... is like putting on a blindfold and walking into that same super sized Christian bookstore, the one that sells hundreds of Bibles, and without asking for directions, without having anyone help you, walking to the Bible section and picking out a Bible that doesn't promote any other doctrine, any other belief, but the Word of God.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

All things are pure


I had the privilege of studying Scripture with my husband this morning. This isn’t an unusual happening in our home but recent events have kept us from it for far too long. Studying Scripture with my husband is one of the joys in my life. Today we read through Titus. We’ve done it before and will probably do it again but that was the book for today. Something in it caught my attention…not for the first time…but it stuck with me.

To the pure, all things are pure, but to the defiled and unbelieving, nothing is pure; but both their minds and their consciences are defiled. Titus 1:15

This is a topic that comes up between my husband and I from time to time. It is something that gets brought up when the unregenerate point out that we do ‘such and such’ thing and therefore it must be an idol.

I’m not saying we…as regenerate people…can’t make idols of things. We can. The difference is we usually realize what’s happening long before we get to the point of letting it be an idol.

Somewhere on the journey to Christ that I have taken I got caught up in the healthy eating movement. Rather I got caught up in the healthy lifestyle movement and let it consume my eating. I’m still cautious in my eating but I no longer spend hours and hours researching it. In fact I no longer research it at all.

I well know that I let it become an idol in my life. I don’t know where I was in this journey at that point. Was I regenerate at that time? I don’t know. If I was I didn’t know it. Didn’t know what the true meaning of being born again was.

There are other things that have been idols in my life over the years. Some in the not too terribly distant past.

It happens. But once we’re regenerate we see it for what it is…sooner or later…and we are grieved by it. We turn back to the Lord, ask for forgiveness, and do better.

I’d never heard anyone define the difference between what is pure or okay for the regenerate as opposed to what it is…or isn’t… for the unregenerate until my husband.

I didn’t know until him that there were different standards for those that are ‘in Christ’ and those that aren’t.

I didn’t know that the regenerate live under the Lord’s grace and mercy but the unregenerate do not.  The unregenerate are left to their own desires, they’re left to chase after whatever idol catches their attention today…and tomorrow…and the next day. They’re left to their own desires because the Lord has given them over to them.

Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, 25 because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen. Romans 1:24-25

The Lord restrains those that are His. And He lets the others go.

What makes a preacher?


This past Sunday I attended services in a ‘Church’ building of a denomination I’d never visited before. I went not for the denomination, not for the beliefs of the people there but because my husband wanted to listen to the man giving the sermon that day.

This man wasn’t a preacher as the world defines a preacher. He hasn’t been to a seminary, doesn’t have any kind of degree in preaching, but he delivered the message that day…and I understand he does this on a fairly regular basis…so in my mind that makes him a preacher no matter what the world thinks.

And I must admit that this man delivered the best sermon I’ve ever had the privilege of listening to in person. He stuck mainly to Scripture and added very little else. There were moments where he stated his opinion, moments where he added this or that, but for the most part he used Scripture. And delivered a powerful message. One I found myself wishing I had a copy of so that I could listen to it again. And again.

It was a sermon that left me wanting to listen to him preach again…and again. That hasn’t happened very many times in my life. I’m impressed with very few preachers.

Not all that long ago we visited another church where we were left wondering what the point to the sermon was at the end of the service. That sermon was delivered by a preacher, one that…I assume…holds a certificate that says he’s a preacher.

Of the two sermons I much prefer the one by the man that truly isn’t a preacher by the world’s standards.

It leaves me wondering…what makes a man a preacher?

What exactly is a preacher? I’ve never questioned that before. Growing up in and out of ‘church’ buildings, having set through more Sunday services than I can count I had a good idea of what a preacher was long before I understood what he did. He was the man that got up in front of all those people, all dressed in their best clothes, and talked for a long time. At some point I began to understand that the talking he was doing was teaching from the Bible.

Of course, knowing what I know now about Scripture….I have to wonder how much of what was said in all those numerous services was truth as the Scriptures teach it.

Because all the lessons I learned in my years and years of Sunday services left me reeling and reevaluating once I could see the truths in Scripture.

And 99% of those preachers delivering those sermons held a certificate from a seminary that should have been a guarantee that that man…the one so many people entrust their souls to…is telling them straight.

I sometimes attend a ‘church’ that has over 1000 people in attendance every Sunday. The preacher isn’t an ordained minister. He’s never been to seminary. His sermons are hit and miss on the truth from Scripture. But he is better than those other preachers I grew up hearing. He does at least acknowledge that everything in the Bible is to be believed and applied to our lives. He does see and preach on some of the deeper truths. He uses words like sin and hell.

It’s a big improvement over the sermons of my childhood. Not that I remember any of them. It’s also an improvement over the sermons I heard as an adult in other ‘churches’. But they don’t even come close to the truth, to the value, to the edification of the sermon I heard delivered this past Sunday…or to the ones I occasionally listen to online.

I was once a member of a rather large ‘church’ that had a steadily dwindling congregation. In the five years I went to services there I saw them go through three different preachers. One of the main criteria for their preacher was whether or not he held a certificate from a seminary that lined up with their denominational beliefs. The other most important criteria….whether or not he would let the ‘church’ leadership tell him what to do.

These ordained ministers often delivered sermons that were written by someone else, and usually included a whole lot of personal stories that had little or nothing to do with the topic of the sermon.

Now…my faith wasn’t what it is now back then. I wasn’t drawn to Scripture the way I am now, didn’t see the truth’s in Scripture the way I do now. And I sure didn’t understand the full context of Scripture. But that meant I was easier to please back then. I most likely didn’t sit through a sermon picking apart everything the preacher said, listening for mistakes, cringing when he gets it wrong, and cross checking things in Scripture. Yes…I do that now. Back then I pretty much just took what the preacher said as truth.

After all he was the preacher. If I saw something different than he did, or understood it differently, it must mean I was wrong. Right?

So Sunday after Sunday I sat through those services, listening to that ordained minister preach, listened to him ‘lead his flock’ as so many call it. And…I warmed the pew. Because I got nothing out of those services.

I saw people on the pews taking notes, saw them nodding their heads and agreeing with everything that ordained minister said. They talked about what a great sermon it was.

And I got nothing out of it.

Week after week.

Month after month.

I went because that was what a Christian was supposed to do. Or so I thought. But I walked away each week knowing nothing more after that service than I had when I walked through the doors.

I was simply there.

Was it bad preaching? Maybe. Was it the Lord protecting one of his from false truths? Probably.

Whatever it was though…I know have to ask…what makes a preacher?

Can a man that’s never been to seminary preach as well or better than one that has?

Paul did. In Romans 1 Paul begins by saying…

Paul, a servant of Christ Jesus, called to be an apostle, set apart for the gospel of God…

In 1 Corinthians 1 he says…

Paul, called by the will of God to be an apostle of Christ Jesus…

In 2 Corinthians 1 he says…

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God…

In Galatians he says…

Paul, an apostle—not from men nor through man, but through Jesus Christ and God the Father, who raised him from the dead

In Ephesians…

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God

In Colossians…

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God…

1 Timothy 1…

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by command of God our Savior and of Christ Jesus our hope,

2 Timothy 1…

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God according to the promise of the life that is in Christ Jesus,

In Titus 1…

Paul, a servant of God and an apostle of Jesus Christ, for the sake of the faith of God's elect and their knowledge of the truth, which accords with godliness, in hope of eternal life, which God, who never lies, promised before the ages beganand at the proper time manifested in his word through the preaching with which I have been entrusted by the command of God our Savior;

Paul was a bit different. He wasn’t a preacher but an apostle. He was appointed his job by Christ and equipped for it the same way. He was chosen by Christ to do a specific job. Many preachers today will claim that they were ‘called’ by God to preach.

. Each of the above verses, or partial verses, were Paul’s introduction of himself. Paul well understood that he was an apostle. He knew his job. He repeatedly introduced himself as…a servant of Christ…set apart for the gospel of God, called by the will of God to be an apostle, set apart by the command of God…. But my very favorite is how he put it in Galatians… Paul, an apostle—not from men nor through man, but through Jesus Christ and God the Father, who raised him from the dead.

He understood.

He got it.

He plainly stated… not from men nor through man… He got his orders, his ordainment, his certification, his right to preach and teach…not from men nor through man but through Jesus Christ and God the Father. He needed nothing else.

And neither did the church he led. They didn’t tell him he had to attend a certain kind of seminary to preach to them, they didn’t require a certification to let him teach them.

He taught. They listened. Because he was chosen by God, because he knew the truth of what he spoke and they wanted to hear it.

We still listen to Paul’s teachings today. Everytime we read anything in Scripture written by him…we listen. Everytime we listen to someone that uses a verse that Paul wrote…we learn from Paul.

Paul wrote 13 of the 27 books in the New Testament. That’s a lot of teaching. Teaching that covers a good part of where Christians today get their instructions on how to live as Christians.

And none of those Christians…at least none I’ve ever met…refuse to listen to Paul because he never went to seminary.

It’s enough to know that he was an apostle, that he walked with Christ, learned from Him, and therefore to know that when Paul says he was entrusted with the gospel to believe him and to listen to what he had to say and to learn from it.

It was enough then.

It’s enough now.

Paul did further explain his position in Titus 1 when he said…

Paul, a servant of God and an apostle of Jesus Christ, for the sake of the faith of God's elect and their knowledge of the truth, which accords with godliness, in hope of eternal life, which God, who never lies, promised before the ages beganand at the proper time manifested in his word through the preaching with which I have been entrusted by the command of God our Savior;

If there was any doubt about Paul’s position he cleared it up there. How much plainer could he have stated it than to say… a servant of God and an apostle of Jesus Christ, for the sake of the faith of God's elect and their knowledge of the truth? Paul, a servant of God, for the sake of the faith of God’s elect. He was a servant not for himself but for God’s elect, for their faith. And if that doesn’t say it plain enough he goes on to say… through the preaching with which I have been entrusted by the command of God.

Through the preaching.

He preached. By his own admission that was what he did. Yet…he never went to seminary, never held a certificate that said he had the right to preach. If ever there was a man that Christians should have refused to listen to it was Paul. After all he had once persecuted Christians to the point of death. And here he was, saved, a different man than he had been, preaching to the very people he had persecuted. And they listened.

We listen.

But if we go by the belief that a man must have completed seminary to be a preacher…then Paul wasn’t a preacher.

One of those three preachers that preached at the ‘church’ I attended years ago was fresh out of the seminary. He had never held a position of preacher before. And he made a big deal of seminary. He talked about it in his sermons. Often. He spoke of the classes he took, of the tests he had to pass, of the things they taught him.

The fact that he had been to seminary was what made him a preacher. In his eyes anyway. But it also was what made him a preacher in the eyes of most of the congregation. If he had stepped onto that stage without whatever certification he’d been issued by the seminary that ‘church’ would have quickly escorted him off and put him back in the congregation.

Because without whatever state or school issued paper a seminary issues…apparently a man can’t be a preacher.

It’s much the same way a couple can’t be married without a state issued marriage certificate.

In the eyes of many the paper makes the position.

But is that what makes a preacher? Can a man preach when he’s never been to seminary? Does the man standing on a street corner telling people about Jesus, reading from Scripture, have the right to call himself a preacher? Does someone’s sweet ole Uncle Joe have the right to say he preaches because he teaches from Scripture when he sits with his family or when he plays dominoes with the men at the restaurant? Is the man standing in the pulpit week after week a preacher if he hasn’t been to and completed seminary?

Not according to some?

As far as I’m concerned I don’t care what you call a person…preacher, teacher, friend, student…if they’re teaching the real truths of Scripture I want to hear them. The person delivering the message can be a preacher or not. I don’t care. I just want to hear what they’re teaching.

But not everyone shares my opinion.

And to some…

If a man isn’t ordained by a seminary…

Then he isn’t a preacher.

But does that make him a preacher? Is that the standard for which we determine whether or not a man knows the Truth? Whether or not he can share it in a way others understand? Or does simply knowing the truths of Scripture qualify him to preach if he so desires,

Or if the Lord desires him to?

 

 

 

 

Friday, April 3, 2015

Forgiveness


A Scriptural study on forgiveness could take us deeply into the Bible and last for days if not weeks or months. Not only can we strictly study forgiveness but we can get into all the places where forgiveness is implied. That is beyond the scope of what I hope to cover in this blog post.

My aim here is simply to cover forgiveness in a way I’d never thought of until I heard someone say something that made me stop in my tracks, mentally anyway.

The word forgiveness is mentioned in the New International Version of the Bible 14 times, all but one of those in the New Testament. The word forgive is mentioned 42 times in the Old Testament and 33 times in the New Testament. If we look up forgiven we see it 17 times in the Old Testament and 28 times in the New Testament. And if we add in forgiving we find it 6 times in the Old Testament, once in the New Testament. That means the word forgive, in some form, is mentioned in the NIV version of the Bible 141 times.

That’s a lot of forgiveness.

In Matthew 6:12 the Lord’s prayer tells us…

and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.

We are to forgive. I think that may be one of the easily understood rules of Scripture. Even those that are barely familiar with the Scriptures seem to know that forgiveness is required.

For so long I simply thought forgiveness was something we did when someone wronged us. I have said many times that I don’t need for forgive someone for something because they didn’t do it to me.

But then I heard forgiveness put in a different way. But before I can get into that I need to back up just a little and explain something else.

People are born into sin. If you’ve been reading my blog very long you’ve seen me comment on that before. We are all, by nature, sinful. We commit sin. We live in sin. The regenerate can better control sin and we are grieved by sin.

It grieves us to sin against our Lord.

It grieves us to know we hurt Him.

That doesn’t stop us from sinning but it does keep us in line. The unregenerate aren’t grieved by their sins. They don’t have that line. They live in sin, more often than not unable to even see that what they are doing is wrong much less that it’s sin. Professing ‘Christians’ will sometimes label something as sin but will usually miss a good part of what sin truly is.

The unregenerate, whether they profess to know Christ or not, go on living in sin. They are slaves to that sin. Each person has something that rules their lives and they live with whatever it is.

I used to see all these people as making bad choices. Drug addicts are simply people that made choices that got them addicted and they keep making bad choices. Alcoholics…I saw the same way. Liars are to be tolerated. And so on and so on.

I saw them as people making bad choices. Until the day it was pointed out to me that they are on the path the Lord placed them on. That they are slaves to their sins because the Lord has given them over to it. And that I need to not only be grateful that I’m not on that path but that I need to remember that I’m on the path I’m on only by the grace of God. And that these people were placed on that path. Some of them live in ecstasy, some in misery but they are all there because the Lord put them on that path.

I still struggle with this. I struggle with my tendency to see people as making bad choices, as choosing this or choosing that. I have a hard time feeling compassion for someone that tells me they can’t get their life together when I know they go out partying. I have a hard time feeling compassion for someone that says they have no money when they admit to smoking cigarettes. We all have our priorities…or so my human minds tend to think. And I forget that they were placed on their path just as I was placed on mine.

And that’s where forgiveness becomes something I never thought it was. It goes deeper. It’s not just looking at someone that has wronged me and forgiving them for doing so. It’s looking at strangers and knowing that their path is what it is not by their choosing but by the Lord’s. That they are on that path, quite possibly so that I can be on mine.

What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction, 23 in order to make known the riches of his glory for vessels of mercy, which he has prepared beforehand for glory—Romans 9:22-23

It seems a lot of my blog posts are going back to those verses in Romans 9 here lately. But they make such a powerful statement. And explain so much.

If God has prepared people that he endures with much patience so that he can make His glory known to me. Then I must somehow find it in myself to remember that when my human nature wants to say…you chose to live that way.

I must forgive them whether they have directly wronged me or not. I must remember that they were placed on their path just as I was placed on mine.

 

 

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Why are monergists a threat?


There’s a lot of debate lately on vaccines. I don’t follow those debates as I have my own opinions on vaccines and I don’t need to be convinced either way. But there’s something in the whole vaccine issue that I find to be ignorant and funny at the same time.
There are doctors out there that will refuse to see a child if they find out it isn’t vaccinated. Their reasoning…unvaccinated children are a danger to their vaccinated patients. As in an unvaccinated child could get a virus that they haven’t been vaccinated against and pass it on to the doctor’s vaccinated patients.
Does that even make sense? If vaccines work the way they claim they do then what danger does a person that isn’t vaccinated pose to a vaccinated person?
I’ve found that being a monergist…or worse a Calvinist…has the same effect on people. Professing ‘Christians’ can sit and talk for hours with atheists, pagans, and any other religious believing person. But let a monergist share their beliefs and ‘bam’ all of a sudden the whole tone of the conversation changes.
Why?
What is it about a monergist that makes professing ‘Christians’ get defensive? If a professing ‘Christian’ can carry on a conversation with someone from any other belief besides their own…why can’t they do the same with a monergist?
Now, let me say right upfront that I haven’t had too many of these types of conversations but I’ve been told about them. I’ve listened to some of the debates online. And I have friends and family that firmly fall into the professing ‘Christian’ category.
A friend recently spoke with me about how someone close to her constantly attacked her belief. My reply to her was that I think her beliefs are a threat to the other person.
That’s what I think monergists are to any professing ‘Christian.’ Here is a person that firmly believes all they have to do to get to heaven is to profess a belief in Christ, to say the sinners prayer, and maybe get baptized. That’s it.
That’s their ticket in.
It’s their guarantee that they will walk in paradise.
It’s their safety net.
It no longer matters what they do, who they hurt, or how they live their lives. They’re covered. They’re saved. They’re going to heaven. No questions asked.
If after that point along comes a monergist…well…what would you think?
I know what I would have thought back when I was a professing ‘Christian.’ And it wouldn’t have been kind. I’d have been thinking this person was crazy. They’ve got all these ideas, they’re telling me things from Scripture that I didn’t see in Scripture, and worse…
They’re telling me  I may not be going to Heaven like I thought I was.
The only difference was I had doubts even back then. I think I probably would have listened to them. I for sure would have listened if they talked to me about how saying that prayer wasn’t the ticket into Heaven everyone thought it was.
Or at least I think I would have. Because I had doubts, questions, even back when I did little more than profess a belief in Christ.
But the Lord didn’t bring a monergist into my life back then. He waited until I was already seeing the truths in Scripture to bring someone along to show me what I was seeing but couldn’t quite connect the dots on. I just needed to be pointed to certain verses and it all became clear. Who knows what I would have done if that same person had come along years before and tried to point those verses out?
Maybe I would have seen it and maybe I wouldn’t have.
But I’m pretty sure that somewhere along the line I wouldn’t have even taken the time to look at what they were trying to point out. Or that I wouldn’t have seen what they were showing me even if it was highlighted and placed in front of me.
Even at that though…what is it that pits monergists against professing ‘believers?’ There are nice long answers written out or made into videos that answer that question. It wouldn’t take much searching to dig up any number of them. But I have yet to see any of those answers that explains why my family gets defensive if I start explaining what I see in Scripture. I haven’t seen an explanation that tells why my mother all of a sudden turns into someone set on debating Scripture if I bring up certain topics.
And they don’t explain what I see when I stand with one of those family members and find myself drawn into a Scriptural conversation when I try so hard to avoid them.
Because what I see…
Quite simply is someone that is threatened and usually lashing out as a result. They’re dealing with something they don’t understand…the one’s I’ve been around anyway…and they’re ready to argue their stance if that’s what it takes.
Because the monergist is wrong.
In their eyes anyway.
And it doesn’t matter if we use Scripture straight from the Bible. They still can’t get it. They don’t understand and so we are a threat to the security they have in their ‘salvation’. We are a threat to everything they believe and so they argue with us.
These same people though…could and do…sit and have nice, calm, friendly conversations with people that don’t profess any kind of belief in Christ.
How is that?
What about my beliefs is so threatening that I warrant arguments? Or even attacks as some of those online debates show.
Why are monergists so threatening?
If they’re secure in their beliefs…why are ours a threat to them?