I’ll tell y’all why I have listened with such heightened interest to the @CTmagazine podcast on Mars Hill. It hasn’t been some sick need to hear about a church unraveling. It is because I’ve spent the last couple of years reading books about the history of American Christianity.
And because I’ve been involved up to my neck & maybe way over my head in it, I’ve been studying American evangelicalism in particular. I’m convinced that, though the threads are multicolored & distinctive, they braid together & have tangled into this current knot. Understand as I
say this that I could not possibly have been more involved: I am completely convinced that what we have on our hands is the result of a failure of discipleship. I don’t mean all our curricula has been wasted. We’re called to teach. It is imperative that believers study Scripture
diligently. I have no intention of not writing Bible studies. I’m saying somehow we’ve ended up with a Christianity that bears little resemblance to Christ himself. We’re a long long way from those early followers who understood it was going to be tough & knew how to suffer well.
We’re petty, offended by everything, mad at everybody, fixated on celebrating ourselves & redefining Christian liberty as freedom to do what we want no matter how anybody else gets hurt. Listen, I’m a believer in the church. I don’t feel cynical because there IS a remedy.
I don’t know how it looks in all its variegated forms but I know the elements are repentance & return & relearn. I just want to say I’m not hating on Mars Hill. The complexities of its story are many. It’s OUR story. But what our end goal should be in all our reading & listening
is how to best serve Christ by serving his church. American Christianity increasingly grew into something that does not look like gospel Christianity. That can change. I think it starts with poring back over the Gospels with care & prayer. So, I’m a broken record. But I love us.
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Mornin! This is in reference to a thread I posted last night about lifelong friends. Keith can tell a story like nobody else. You’ll never hear it because he only does it in very small company. He had us in his palm last night about a time he was saltwater wade fishing & caught a
(I had you there, didn’t I?) big speckled trout on a lure & it ran straight toward him & hooked on his calf. Y’all, let me say that again. A wildly wiggling fish hooked to the meat of his leg. He had to make his way to his boat, get out his pliers(!!) & try to break off the barb.
We were all hollering at the table for him to stop telling us. Of course, he didn’t. We didn’t want him to anyway. We just wanted to yell about it. Then he said, “The pliers were so bad, I could’ve done it better with my teeth.” He went to great lengths to describe what he had
Had 2 couples over tonight that we’ve been friends with since we were all in a young marrieds Sunday school class together, y’all, 43 solid years ago. We laugh till we cry. Like no time has passed. Like 10 lifetimes have passed. You name it, we’ve been thru it. God’s so merciful.
Christians earn a lot of bad press. We blow it often & so publicly. But I’m telling you right now our friends who love Jesus & have devoted their lives to him thru thick & thin & taken their griefs & burdens to him & keep placing their trust in him are the funnest people we know.
Tell y’all a little story. We were having babies 1 right after another. I started it then we had 6 in a row, boom boom boom, Then 1 of our little guys started getting weak & feverish. Our worst nightmare. Leukemia. We 3 couples & others in our class were so devastated. It was our
There is nothing I have to say to you this morning that would do you any more good than this. I love the Lord. I love thinking that sometimes just maybe he looks at us and gets tickled and leans over & whispers into somebody’s spirit, “You really should take a picture of this.”
One time in my 30s, I was speaking at a conference in a hotel. I brought a new dress &, when I put it on, realized it was going to show sweat. I cut a pad in half (don’t ask what kind) & adhered it under each arm. It was brilliant. Then one emerged from the V neck while I taught.
Never in my entire speaking life been more mortified. I saw it in my peripheral vision & said right in the middle of my teaching, “every head bowed, every eyes closed” & led them in a time of invitation & intercession while I removed it. The other 1 was hanging out of my sleeve.
I can’t get the people off my mind who have been so devastated by a Christian community of some kind that they can’t untangle it all from Christ himself. I wish so much I could minister to you bruised reeds. You are dearly loved by Jesus. He is so different from us. And there
really are godly people out there. Authentic Jesus followers. And good (not perfect but good) communities of faith. The enemy of our souls would have you think everybody’s a fraud & every church should be emptied. It’s just not true.
Anyway, I don’t have big solutions to offer. Just know that I’m praying for you and care so much and that there is a Savior you can trust. And, as you find your way back to him, there is a community somewhere for you. I’m so sorry you’ve been hurt. I’m so sorry some of you can’t
This 8th day of 31 Days of Prayer had me in Mt 8. I can’t read these 6 words of Jesus without being moved:
I am willing.
Be made clean.
He’s responding to a leper who yearns to be healed of his “uncleanness” (per OT Law). I was no leper but I know what it’s like to feel unclean.
Some of us who have been sexually abused cannot look back on a single day of our childhood, strangely even before the events, & find a time we felt clean. Even when we get old enough to process the gospel truth that it was not our fault nor our uncleanness in any way. Each has
his or her own story of how they responded to the abuse so mine certainly isn’t everyone’s. But as for me, that feeling of being made dirty was so thoroughly formative that I believed I belonged in the mud. And I wallowed & wallowed in it, heaping shame upon shame. I had a heart
I served a full Thanksgiving meal last night—turkey&dressing etc—for the last evening of 10 days with our Joneses. So grateful to God for a jillion rounds of dominoes, for 2 Sundays worshipping next to my grandchildren, for dancing, for laughing til we cried, for bathroom humor,
for countless cups of PG tips with @AmandaMoJo, for Keith prioritizing quality time with each of our 3 grandkids. He does it on his own terms but he does it! (See pic at the end where he is showing Willa his fishing pictures.) For 3 grandkids’ backs I’ve tickled incessantly,
for getting to hear my favorite preacher, @jonescurtis preach yesterday, for kneeling the Sunday before as a family at the altar of a wonderful small church we’ve visited to receive communion, and for the fact that, though we were missing our @MelissaMoore77 & her (& our) loves,