America, who has bewitched you?

Oh foolish Americans! Who has bewitched you? It was before your eyes that the patriots of old publically vanquished unjust taxation and the burdens of greedy self centered kings and royalty who glady and for their own self satisfaction broke your backs with their laws and taxation. Let me ask you only this: Did you receive your freedom and liberty by oppression and taxation or by standing together against those who would impose their taxes, tariffs and global agendas shedding our own blood to achieve this freedom for generations to come.

Are you so foolish? Having won the freedom and liberty at such a great cost, are we achieving a greater freedom by shouldering even more taxation and burdensome government control of our own making?

Did our patriots of old suffer the cost of true freedom in vain?

All who rely on the works of a human governing body are enslaved and cursed. The spirit of personal freedom is lost. You are told who to love and how to love them. Meanwhile central banks get richer, career politicians grow more calloused and isolated from the people they are duly elected to serve. In their debauchery they turn to try to satisfy their inner lusts for more power, control and self satisfaction. The people they are called to serve instead become nothing more than chattel to be milked for more money or trafficked for to satisfy their sensual lusts.

How does the Gospel of Christ relate to today’s Social Justice causes?

If you follow the teachings of Jesus, you will love your neighbor as your self, and your ‘neighbor’ will include people who are identified by ALL ‘isms.

The gospel does not pigeonhole people. There are no ‘isms. All have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Christ is the only way to restore a severed relationship with God.  If a preacher does not preach Christ and Christ alone, his message is of no use.

Social Justice movement and The Gospel

The following is a re-post of a Facebook post by Stephen Bond, a friend of mine.

 

An open letter to a pastor in good standing in the PCA (not my pastor, mind you!), who recently wrote — I am not exaggerating in the slightest — that to reject the ‘social justice’ movement is to deny the Gospel:

How very wrong you are. You believe that we who reject your style of ‘social justice’ have separated the Gospel’s message from its power. No! Quite the contrary! What we hold, rather, is this:

 

First: That the *diagnosis* of injustice in our day is often unclear — or, to be more specific, that it is almost always doubtful that the Left’s diagnosis of injustice is even an approximate match for any sound Biblical diagnosis of injustice. The Left considers many things racist, sexist, classist, ableist, ageist, cisgenderist, <insert -ist>, or otherwise unjust, which may well not be; the Left habitually considers all inequalities to be unjust, when some are in fact natural and part of the created order, or the consequences of choices made. Their seared consciences cannot tell the difference, and they rabidly denounce even the merest inquiry. It must not be so with us. Thus our insistence that the Church’s proper task is not to go seeking monsters to destroy, but to preach that ‘escapist’ and ‘individualistic gospel’ of ‘personal salvation’, and trust that it will bear true fruit in due time.

 

Second: That the *remedy* for injustice in our day is often unclear — or, to be more specific, that it is almost always doubtful that the Left’s proposed remedies for genuine injustices will not, in fact, make things worse. Here, too, there is Biblical cause for doubt: the Christian is seldom called to *overthrow* complex and interlocked institutions, but is often called to bear with their injustices and slights, real or imagined, in hopes of transformations that are in no way guaranteed this side of eternity. Moreover, much of what the Left calls ‘reconciliation’ is, rather, the nursing of resentments, and the quest for the thrill of ‘being on top for once’ — to wit, evils that are in fact pure, distilled forms of the evils they claim to oppose. Their seared consciences cannot tell the difference, and they rabidly denounce even the merest inquiry. It must not be so with us. Thus again our insistence that the Church’s proper task is not to work out how to destroy this or that monster, but to preach that ‘escapist’ and ‘individualistic gospel’ of ‘personal salvation’, and trust that it will bear true fruit in due time.

 

And then…

 

The following doesn’t apply to many of the 19th-century skeptics of liberalism — e.g. R.L. Dabney — but it applies to most of us today: we are, even more fundamentally, *not postmillennialists*. We understand that we are under no orders whatsoever to ‘immanentize the eschaton’: we understand that we cannot, and that the Holy Spirit has made it abundantly clear, both in Scripture and in the unfolding of history, that He categorically *will* not — neither through the Church nor in any other way — before Christ returns. The Church is a company of companions in shipwreck, not an ‘intrusion’ of heaven into earth. Will we necessarily look different from the doomed world? Yes — but in the manner of men who are escaping a stricken ship, *not* in the manner of men who long ago were plucked from the sea and delivered safely to port, and have long since enjoyed their new lives in their new home. To the authors of the New Testament, Rome endures, and Onesimus is, for some reason, not encouraged to dwell on his past misfortunes, nor to organize to uproot what some Intersectionality Studies ‘professor’ considers to be the ‘dominant power structures’. For some reason, justice and peace seldom follow when some Onesimus does so anyway. I wonder why?

 

Whatever. I do not write with the expectation of changing your mind. I write with the sole intention of repudiating your slanderous accusation that we who reject this present ‘social justice’ hysteria have “settled for a false gospel” or “rejected the full scope of the good news”. We have done no such thing. We reply, rather, that it is you who have bought into a false gospel, by imagining that the good news of the true Gospel is essentially the same as the good news of the Frankfurt School — that hierarchy and distinction are prima facie evil, and that the sword of the State, the keys of the Church, and (last but not least) the jeering of the resentful are the power of God to equalize every difference this side of the New Jerusalem. We baptize children to new life — and it is that new life and only that new life that has ever, in Burke’s memorable words, “made power gentle and obedience liberal”. You, however, are merely baptizing resentments — and, looking around, you increasingly have the ashes of our fathers’ church and civilization to show for it.

 

It is, perhaps, worth adding that it’s utterly laughable to claim that “the only aspect of the gospel often taught is the escapism”, and that this, of all things, is what has made the Church’s witness powerless. One could deny the consequent by pointing to, say, ‘The Pilgrim’s Progress’: if *that* book, which is nothing if not about individual escape from hell, is ‘powerless’ or presents a ‘false gospel’, then the divide between us goes much deeper than I thought. But the antecedent is rubbish too. Has not the hellfire-and-brimstone preacher become an endangered species, a risible archaism, ’round these parts? Or did I fall asleep for a few years, and so miss the decline of ‘moralistic-therapeutic deism’, and the comeback of the old thunder? We’ve passed the peak of ‘Next Sunday: Toe-curling Sex God’s Way’, and I just failed to notice? Get real. Outliers aside, who the hell talks about hell in a church these days?

 

 

If we do not fight this — and where necessary, start defrocking pastors who preach this — our denomination will go the exact same way as every other denomination that started blathering about how ‘the real gospel’ is this or that social uplift.

 

Family Secrets – Pain and Disappointment

Principle 1: Realize I’m not God. I admit that I am powerless to control my tendency to do the wrong thing and that my life is unmanageable.

Step 1: We admitted we were powerless over our addictions and compulsive behaviors, that our lives had become unmanageable.

Being raised in a Christian family, when I first considered this question, I though there were not any. I do remember my mom saying the she always wondered who that Indian was in her family pictures. She was never told that she was a descendant of a native American, in fact I think in her generation it was considered shameful.

Careful consideration of the question causes me to go a different direction. In my family of origin, SIN wasn’t talked about. It’s more like the family secret is that we are still sinners saved by God’s grace. If I was bad as a kid, I was punished (usually by the belt) and that was the end of it. We were somehow supposed to just be good especially once we made a confession of our faith in Jesus. In doing so we were protecting our own reputation.

Just like covering our ‘sin’, we were also expected to deny our pain and disappointment. I ended up being skilled at pressing all of those feelings down into a trash compactor thinking that their rot and stench would never effect me. This created a sad and depressed me that could never admit sadness or depression. After all, I am saved from my sin and am supposed to be happy all the time. I feel like my parents passed away without me really getting to know them. My mom was just happy all the time no matter what. With the onset of alzheimer’s she just slid into oblivion of any pain. I have often wondered what pain she experienced growing up.

Pain and disappointment is something we all experience everyday. Like the disappointment of being able to drive as fast as you want on the freeway, or to be able to just get ahead of that slow driver who is holding you back. Not to mention your co-worker or boss or spouse who never fail to disappoint on some level. It seems like pain and disappointment is like dying of 1000 cuts daily. Is this what Christ asks us to do? Die to ourselves and take up our cross and follow Him?

Coping skills learned as a child.

As a kid I learned that the world is a dangerous place and the safest place was by myself. After all nobody else really cares for me anyway.

I was the youngest child in a family where I had 5 siblings. When I came along my oldest brother had already left home, and my oldest sister left home by the time I turned 3. I had another brother and sister who were more that 6 years older than I. My oldest sister took care of me from the time I was a baby and I remember the deep feelings of abandonment the first time I went to her bedroom and she was no longer there.

My dad favorite saying was that “Children should be seen and not heard”. In my loneliness I would cry as a kid. My dad would say “Stop your crying or I’ll give you something to cry about”. My mom would say “Just quit feeling sorry for yourself”. This was the most “comfort” I ever received as a kid.

Growing up, I was always too little to be included in anything that my brother or sister did and I can remember just wanting to feel included. I don’t remember any other kids around my age so I mostly just stayed by myself. I do remember my older brother teaching me to read before I started school. We had no kindergarten so I started school in first grade a few weeks before my sixth birthday. I attended school in Grants Pass, Oregon for a few months then my family moved to Portland, Oregon and I had to re-start first grade there in January.

I was one of the smartest kids in school and had a quick wit. I came into a class that had already had a chance to form friendships or cliques, and I felt like an outsider so I continued to be withdrawn. I was different than everybody else and so I never felt like I fit in, or was accepted. I was the only ‘Preacher’s Kid’. I used NO profanity of any kind. We didn’t watch any sports at home. In 1964 during the presidential campaign I happened to mention that my father was voting for Barry Goldwater and I was physically carried off the playground and bullied by the kids of the LBJ supporters. I was also the target of other bullies too.

These incidents caused me to withdraw even more. It was not safe to share my opinion or anything with others. At home I stayed by myself tin the basement. I had my own TV to watch and I taught myself electronics and built a few projects in the basement. There was only one kid in my neighborhood near my age and he was a year older than I and in the next grade ahead of me. His parents took him on vacations, cooked steaks on the grill in his backyard sometimes, and I only wished that I could do things like that. I never had a steak until after I had left home. We never took any family vacations. I don’t even remember my dad ever having more than a day off work!

By the time I became a teenager I had had enough. I didn’t really believe in God at the time. Atheism was what was taught in school. So one day I prayed a desperate prayer. I prayed “God if you are really alive, I NEED to know you. If you don’t exist, I have no place here. I can’t live if all I am is evolved green goo and there is no life except this.” I knew that apart from God there is no meaning to life at all. Within a year of praying that prayer, God answered me.

Even today, decades later, I struggle with feelings of being left out. Actually I am uncomfortable many times when I am included. I crave attention but don’t know what to do when it is given to me. Isolation is so much easier.