Today in Blogworld 03.23.15

How Long Till I Can Die? A 5-Year Journey in Hospice Caregiving

If you’ve had to become a hospice caregiver then you’ll appreciate this outlook.

Does Your Schedule Know You’re a Christian Dad?

If you would log your time, what would it say about your dedication to Ephesians 6:4?

Running From Honest Confession

I think true confession is one of those things that our culture just doesn’t understand. Douglas Wilson’s article here should help.

Justification by Reading Doesn’t Work Either

“Whether something profound or trivial, wherever pride can get a hold, anywhere we can start to think we’re kind of a big deal, it will.”

I love the determination here, but I don’t think this tortoise is ever going to catch the dog:

A Good Mentor Slows You Down

I remember the first time I read through Nine Marks of a Healthy Church. It gave a powerful voice to some of the things I had concluded from my own experience and Scriptural readings. It was a great encouragement to me and very formative in my views of church.

It also frustrated me to no end. It frustrated me that our local church looked like a pale reflection of these 9 Marks. No plurality of elders. Not much of a structure for church discipline. An unhealthy view of evangelism and conversion. An inflated church membership.

I wanted to see change happen. And I wanted it to happen fast. My rationale was that if something was biblically true and helpful for the church how can we stay one more day in disobedience?

I am so glad the Lord didn’t give me a church to pastor in that time period. I’d have likely gotten myself fired and done much damage to Christ’s bride. I’d have pushed too hard and too fast. I wouldn’t have built up enough in my Authority and Credibility Bank.

I’ve grown since then. I now see that a pastor can lead his church to have elders, can do biblical theology, clean his membership rolls, preach expositionally, discipline when necessary, and engage in responsible evangelism but if he has not love then he is only a clanging cymbal.

There is a way to move towards truth and to love your church at the same time. And this way is a road that is bumpy, less-travelled, winding, and takes much more time. Yet, I am convinced it is the way of the Master.

So what slowed me down?

Mentors. Seasoned pastors. Dead theologians, like John Newton. They opened my eyes and threw anchors in my shorts to slow me down a bit.

The Case of John Adams Jr.

John Ryland, Jr. was a young pastor just like me. God had opened up his eyes to the truth of the gospel. He saw the terrible wounds that the High Calvinism of his day was having on poor souls. So he labored to preach the gospel as an evangelical Calvinist.

Ryland got a good deal of flack for his gospel preaching. One such man who didn’t like his preaching was John Adams Jr. (a member of his church). Adams wrote a lamentation on the terrible state of preaching in his church. He greatly unsettled Ryland.

Ryland’s initial response was to pursue discipline of Adams. But before doing this he turned to his friend John Newton for advice on how to carry this out.

Newton, in all of his wisdom, counseled Ryland against making the matter public. He warned Ryland that if he made it public it would like mean that this one who gives disturbance might turn into ten if the matter is made public. (222) Also, though reviling and slandering “ought indeed to be censurable” it is unlikely that one can actually “prove it before a public assembly”.

Newton saw that Ryland was in danger of splitting his church and doing great harm to his ministry at College Lane. And so Newton encouraged Ryland to turn the matter over to the Lord and move on. And, as he always did, Newton turned to encourage Ryland in this difficulty:

Your foes will prove your friends, if they urge you to keep close to the throne of grace for wisdom, meekness, and patience. If they are angry and you are gentle, if they return you evil for good, and you return them good for evil, the contrast between you and them, will be daily more visible, and operate to your advantage both in town and country. (Wise Counsel, 222)

Newton slowed down Ryland. And the matter unfolded much like he had foreseen. The young pastor wrote to Adams to try to make amends but Adams would have none of it. Eventually Adams was excommunicated and the church grew in its respect of Ryland as their pastor.

Conclusion

This is what a good mentor will do. He/she will lovingly slow down us young whippersnappers. If you are the young gun wanting to change the world keep that passion—but temper it with wise mentors. You need them. Don’t balk at the slowness with which they work, but thank God for the deep roots they are planting.

Likewise, if you’ve got some passionate young buck who wants to charge hell with a water pistol but is lacking a bit in timely wisdom, don’t just dismiss him and let him burn out. Take him under your wing and do your best to slow him down to a reasonable pace. Use him to help plant deep gospel roots.

Today in Blogworld 03.20.15

Living Well in a Digital World

Tim Challies gives us 3 tips for living well in a digital world.

Preachers, Keep A Close Watch On Your Life and Illustrations

Yep. Jared is spot on here.

5 Ways to be a Good Parent Without Quitting Your Day Job

Practical down to earth suggestions to improve your parenting. I think #1 is huge.

You Can’t Arrest the Gospel

Here is a lesson we American Christians are going to have learn very quickly.

Something reminded my wife and I of this hilarious clip from a couple years back:

Paradise Lost

My wife and I were in paradise for three days.

No, not we didn’t die, go to heaven, and return with a big book deal.

We had not had a vacation alone since the birth of our son. We actually found out Amy was pregnant with him while on Vacation in 2009. So, it had been awhile since it was just us. What did we do? My wife wanted to go to Florida to see some spring training baseball. “An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels.” (Proverbs 31:10)

Since my wife is so excellent I happily obliged and looked forward to our weekend together. We arrived on Friday, got our rental, and drove straight to a baseball game. We live in Virginia and when we left there was snow on the ground, so we happily soaked up the sun and warmth. After the game we checked in to our bed and breakfast on the beach and relaxed.

Such was the next couple days. Another game, more warm weather and good food, more relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Sunday we packed our things and sadly said goodbye to this little slice of heaven we had enjoyed for the last few days. We got in our rental car, and headed up the road towards Orlando and our eventual departure.

On the way, we stopped for drinks and such in a small gas station 20 miles or so outside of Orlando. We had been admiring the vibrant greenery, the birds, and the ever present palm trees on our way to the airport. We were in a full vacation mood, thoroughly enjoying our time in Florida, and sad to leave.

That is, until we went to checkout at this gas station.

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My wife showed me some T-shirts they had for sale near the counter. I noticed several more window decals as well and my mood was shattered. “F.U.C.O. What does that mean?” She flipped the shirt over to show the back. “For us crackers only.”

I don’t live in a sheltered world and am fully aware that racism is alive and well. I suppose what hit me so hard is the idyllic mood we were in was shattered so forcefully by this shirt. I wondered how I would be treated if the adoption was complete and I had an Ethiopian daughter in tow.

I wondered what had caused this mentality of “us vs. them” there in that place? What hate or anger resides in their hearts that makes them feel this way?

There is a fallacy that is nearly universally accepted that we humans have multiple races. We call it “racism.” Yet, we have no separate races. We are one human race comprised of multiple ethnicities. There is no need to talk about this at length. Racism is foolish ignorance. Hate and fear are aimed at something that does not exist, namely other races.

I returned home lost in thought, my paradise lost. Hate, fear, and ignorance abound. The only answer is the gospel. God will save from every tribe, and tongue, and people, and nation. (Rev. 7:9) God created the wonderful palate that is the human race. I have no right to hate that which I am, a human. I have no right to hate my Creator’s handiwork. I, and you, are his creation.

I was tempted to hate them. How silly is that? In my flesh I wanted to yell at them for their stupidity. That isn’t the answer, though.

Christ is the answer. As this site says, may Christ be the only boast of this generation.