Among things that concern me greatly about the malignancy and immediacy of cancel culture invasive in the body of Christ is the impact on true repentance. By God’s own design, the path of faith is pocked all the way along the way with the knee prints & foot-pivots of repentance.
Psalm 119:59 reads, “I thought about my ways & turned my steps back to your decrees.” The Lord made provision through the cross of Christ for us to realize by work of the Holy Spirit that we’ve gone astray & to return to the right path without one whit of condemnation or cancel.
But the public faith culture supplies what God is clearly lacking. Common scenario: We’re going through a really difficult season, overwhelmed with disappointment and disillusionment and think to ourselves, I quit. Not doing this anymore. A common experience. So we publicly post
what in all likelihood is a temporary condition as a permanent decision. Now it’s out there for the *Christian* world (which is meaner than snakes & twice as poisonous) to chime in on when actually God is not taking votes and suggestions on what he should do in this situation.
What God knows is that his child is going through a rough & wobbly patch &, by his help, will come out on the other side. But in the current Christian climate, there’s no other side. Just farewell, go to hell. I’d like to say thank God God is judge & not the brethren & sistren.
So, let’s say that somebody really went astray from the path of God’s good, sound and righteous ways but has now come to the realization they were wrong. “I thought about my ways and turned my steps back to your decrees.” Since they went public with their departure, now they feel
they need to go public with their return. Sometimes they’ll even say they’re sorry. But we’re like, “We do not forgive you!” “What took you so long???” “Really?? You think it’s that easy?? You misunderstood. You’re out now.”
Honestly, why would anyone come back??? Why would
anyone share that they’d had a change of heart and mind?? Our motto is, “We NEVER forget. WE TOOK A SCREENSHOT.”
I’m talking here in this thread about public crises of faith in a cancel culture, not about posers & abusers exploiting God & feigning repentance. Just simply saying
we’re all going to stray from the right path at times, all going to sin, mess up, say and post some stupid stuff, and occasionally claim we have come to a permanent decision that, in reality, is temporary disillusionment. And when we come back and say, I was an idiot, I’m sorry,
what we don’t need is, “you were more than an idiot. You were also…”
Woe be unto us when people do not turn back to God or to his ways because they do not want any further part with us.
We were told to gently restore and with a spirit of humility. (Gal 6:1) To welcome back.
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Last night the thoughtful & brilliant @KaitlynSchiess asked a series of questions that sparked some deep thoughts & interactions. For context, see screenshots of what I singled out to answer. My heart ached off & on all night thinking about some of the replies to her questions.->
I was too tenderhearted last night to bridge over to the good part. I’m trying to take the time to mourn a monumental loss in my life and not, in typical Beth Moore annoying optimistism, jump immediately to “let’s all get happy now!” This thread is to a very specific audience:
Those of you in Christ who feel displaced from your church or denomination but the communion of saints & the local church are essentials to your joys like they are to mine. I deeply understand why some are so wounded, they can’t darken the door of any church right now. I get
My good friend @ChristineCaine & I and no telling how many others are praying with much faith & expectancy for such a mighty and merciful move of God through the gospel of Christ Jesus in this generation. In feverishly praying for others, we have also asked him not to pass us by.
We have each been singing the old hymn Pass Me Not O Gentle Savior. It is very familiar to me and runs through my head regularly because of my denominational heritage but it came to her remembrance out of the blue. I love when God does that. I set out to further familiarize her
with the hymn this AM after prayer so I recorded playing it on my piano, sent her a YouTube rendition &, with my very mediocre voice, even recorded singing it. I then texted the moving words,
My friend, while on others he is calling, he will not pass a spa.
Thought I’d raise a little Ebenezer today. In a brutal time, Samuel set up a memorial stone & named it Ebenezer saying, “Thus far the Lord has helped us.”
Ebenezer living is a heaven-raised gaze. Alert & deliberate daily dependence.
Of morning by morning.
Of Give us this day.
Of Today, if you hear his voice.
Ebenezer living is standing in the present moment, aware & awed that here we are, still alive and kicking and kept by God amid a fierce battle or in the wake of a season when we had no clue what we were going to do or how we’d get through.
Thus far my aging hand is still in Keith’s.
Thus far I can still lend some help.
Thus far I can get out of bed, walk dogs. Go to work.
Thus far I still enjoy things like the way a leaf rocks gently in the air, a lullaby, falling to the earth.
1. Cashews or almonds? 2. Driver or passenger? 3. Reading or listening? 4. Dramas or comedies? 5. Sports event or theater? 6. Cake or pie? 7. Chips or popcorn? 8. Music or silence? 9. Mountains or beaches? 10. Dogs or dogs?
Dyed in the wool people person here. I love learning about folks through their tastes in things!
I’m on the lookout for patterns. But y’all keep throwing me off.
Indescribably grateful to God for the courageous SBC men & women—including those on the #sbcexeccomm & most certainly vocal survivors—who fought so hard to do the will of SBC messengers in prioritizing the best case scenario for survivors & victims of church sexual abuse to heal.
They have longed to hear you. They have thought many times they were about to hear of you. But they absolutely DID hear you yesterday. As I’ve said before, I’m not 1 of them. My home was my unsafe place. But I well know the lifelong repercussions of sexual abuse, especially by
perpetrators who should’ve been protectors. Believe me when I say that what you fought hard for & will continue to fight to see implemented is not wasted on any of us survivors. We know who stood up when we were laid out. We know who spoke up when we were shut up. We know who
What person among you, who has 100 dogs & loses 1 of them, does not leave the 99 & go after the 1 until she finds it? And when she has found it, she joyfully puts it in her car seat and, coming home, tweets all her friends saying rejoice with me because I have found my lost dog!
I will never be able to thank you guys enough for praying. Some of you will remember a very different ending 3 1/2 years ago with our bird dog preceding Creekie. We were so traumatized. We relived the whole thing today, all the yelling for her. Hours later, still trying to
yell her name but crying by them. We’ve been so frantic & scouring every place/neighborhood we could possibly think to search and registering her lost everywhere under the sun. It is going to get really funny at some point that her refuge was the nearest Mexican food restaurant.