Naked and Unashamed

I’m as guilty as the next guy. We are all willing to lament the propensity of the church to shoot its wounded. We are given to complaining about the lack of transparency at the local church, that we smile at each other each Lord’s Day and hide everything ugly about us. We don’t, however, really begin to change until our own sin can be hidden no longer. Then our calls for openness from others grow more urgent.

The first time I was invited to speak publicly at Pine Hills Church, a Wednesday evening event, one member there politely, gently, even humbly went to the senior pastor to ask if he was aware of my DUI. Pastor Mike was able to honestly reply, “Why yes, I am aware. The first time I met RC he told me about that failure.” I’d like to say that I was so forthcoming because that’s the right thing to be. More likely I figured it’s better to get it out there sooner rather than later.

Our goal in seeking such transparency, however, isn’t to create the spiritual equivalent of “Mutual Assured Destruction” where you know about my skeletons and I know about yours and therefore we’re certain not to hurt each other, for fear of our own exposure. No, the whole purpose is that we might celebrate the power of the gospel, and come to a deeper understanding of the reality of our heavenly Father’s love for us. An openness about the ongoing battles we have with sin in our lives opens the door for an ongoing deeper appreciation for His grace in our lives. Perhaps more important still, it helps us grasp that He loves the real us, not the us we used to parade for others, not the image we once projected.

The value of openness then isn’t about its psychological virtues. It’s not, in the end, about what openness does for me. It is instead about what it means for the glory of God. It is instead about living in light of the amazing grace that saved a wretch like me. The bigger the reality of my sin is out, the greater the exposure of the grace that covers it.

Which then finally does feed back into my well being. The more open I am about my sin, the more confidence I can have about the grace of God. It is precisely because His grace is not something I earn by being good that I can have confidence in His grace for everything bad in me, which is, of course, rather a lot. The glory of a gospel that doesn’t just save sinners, but saves wretched sinners also brings joy to wretched sinners.

So yes, you all know a few of my grave sins. And I know none of yours. But because of Jesus, our heavenly Father remembers neither of our sins. They are as far from us as the east is from the west. The gospel covers us all.

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Knowing the Enemy

There are, no matter what may be happening around the globe, at least three wars going on at the same time. There is, from the garden of Eden to the consummation of the Kingdom of God the battle between the seed of the woman, and the seed of the serpent. God has divided all the world into two great armies, and all of history is the story of this great battle. In the end, though he succeeds in bruising the heel of the seed of the woman, the serpent’s head will be crushed. This the primordial battle, the paradigmatic conflict, the mother of all wars.

Both the second and third are intimately related to the first. The seed of the woman, we would do well to remember, joined this brightly arrayed army having been drafted from the army of the enemy. Since the fall of Adam and Eve, we were all by nature children of wrath. But the gospel promise is that He would put enmity between us and our natural father. He has regenerated us, given us new hearts such that we now love Him whom we once hated, and hate him whom we once loved. Trouble is, we still struggle with what we once were. The old man is both dead and being put to death. It wars with our members. Thus the battlefield where this second great conflict takes place is within the very souls of the children of God. Once again, the promise of the gospel is victory. He has promised that if we confess our sins, not only will He forgive us of our sins, but will cleanse us of all unrighteousness. When we pass beyond the vale, we enter into peace, for this war will be over. All that is displeasing in the sight of God will be driven as far from us as the east is from the west.

The third battle is the mirror image of the second. The seed of the serpent not only wages war with the seed of the woman, but they too have an internal battle. Here the battle is not between an old man and a new man, but between their created nature and their fallen nature, between the remnants of the image of God, and the brokenness of the fall. This battle works itself out in this peculiar tension. The unregenerate man, because he yet carries the image of God in him, desires peace, order, joy, purpose and integrity. But because he is a sinner, a rebel, a pretender to the throne of God, he desires in turn that there be no God to whom he must one day answer.

It is a fool’s quest to seek both of these ends, for they are mutually exclusive. There can be no peace if there is no law, and there can be no law without a lawgiver. There can be no order if there is none to give the world order. There can be no joy, if there is no ultimate good who transcends us. There can be no purpose if all our lives are lived under the sun. We cannot be whole, unless or until we are remade into the image of God. God is our peace, our order, our joy, our purpose, our integrity. Lose one and you must lose the other. Keep God, and all your life is lived under the known threat of His coming judgment.

It is not difficult to measure how this battle is going, in the lives of individuals, or in the context of a given culture. The strung-out, self-loathing, skid-row bum is seeing the battle go toward the denial of God’s existence. The respectable, prosperous, loving father and husband bum is inching toward integrity. The same is true of a society. A nice, clean, safe society is one wherein the battle is currently favoring the remains of the image of God. A bloodthirsty, epicurean, baby-murdering culture is one that is more willing to give up the blessings of the image of God in order to escape God.

It is good and appropriate that we should seek, in the larger battle between the seed of the woman and the seed of the serpent, to push our friends, neighbors and cultures in the direction of integrity. This is what it means, by and large, to pray for the peace of Babylon. It is, on the other hand, most important that we not confuse those enemies of the kingdom of God who yet have a better handle on the image of God, with our real friends. It is critical to the grand battle that we remember that upstanding, “moral,” citizens of the world are in fact citizens of the kingdom of darkness.

Jesus is not only our king, but He is our husband. We, the bride of Christ, are only whole, when we more clearly reflect our husband. He is our glory, our calling. When we love the world, whether it is the world of vile depravity, or the world of vile middle-class morality, we are still playing the harlot. Integrity begins with fidelity to our husband. As we practice this, as we exhibit a loyalty to Him and Him alone, He in turn blesses us. As we put aside our love of the world, no matter how clean it may be, our Husband showers us with grace. Or, to put it another way, as we seek first the kingdom of God, all these things will be added unto us.

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Why did the Pharisees hate Jesus so much?

It may well be in the calculus of evil that the only character faring worse than a Nazi is the Pharisee. These were the original black hats. In each of the gospel accounts they are the no-accounts, the very foil of Jesus Himself. We, because we are sinners just like them, ascribe to the Pharisees every conceivable sin that we think ourselves not guilty of. We may have to confess to this sin or that, but at least, we tell ourselves, we aren’t like those guys. In our scapegoating narrative we think that when Jesus showed up the Pharisees hated Him for the simple reason that He was good and they evil. He walked down the street, and they hissed and sputtered. He healed a puppy and they kicked it.

The truth is that the Pharisees did hate Jesus, and He rightly isn’t known for showing them a great deal of grace. He called them out for their hypocrisy. He exposed their inner tombs. But the hatred they felt for Him wasn’t mere sour grapes at His approval rating, nor was it as principled as mere evil versus good. It was rather more craven. They hated Jesus not because He called them names, but because He threatened their security, prestige and income. He was going to ruin everything they had worked so hard for, and get everybody killed.

The Pharisees had brokered a rather uneasy peace between the powers of Rome, and their own people. Rome, you will remember, had no great desire to remake the cultures their army had conquered. Any nation willing to submit to Rome’s military and political authority could go on about their business. Israel, however, wasn’t a nation given to separating their political and theological loyalties. Thus the rise of the Zealots, that sect who, in the spirit of the Maccabees, sought to remove Rome’s yoke. Thus the uprising in 70 AD that led to the utter destruction of Jerusalem. It was the Pharisees who kept their finger in that dyke. And they made a decent living doing it. It was Jesus, however, who kept poking at the levee.

His popularity, His talk of the kingdom, His affirmation that He was in fact the Messiah, this threatened the uneasy peace. If the people got behind Joseph’s son, Rome would awake, and start killing Jews indiscriminately, not bothering to distinguish the Pharisee party from the Jesus party. This is how Caiaphas came, in a moment of treachery, to speak a gospel truth when he said, “nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish” (). The Pharisees hated Jesus not because He made them look bad with the people, but because He made them all look bad to Rome.

We would be wise to remember this, for the pattern remains. When persecution comes it comes first not from the state, but from that part of the church that seeks to appease the state. The zealous, the faithful, those unwilling to confess that Caesar is Lord will be turned over to Caesar by the feckless, the faithless, those who fear man rather than God. It is those who aspire to maintain respectability, those who remove the gospel’s offense, those who exchange their prophet’s mantle for something more hip, these are they who betray Christ, and His bride. Persecution, in the end, doesn’t divide the church, but exposes where the line is between wheat and chaff. In times of persecution the true church may be burned, but those who escape will only be blown away.

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Today’s podcast considers word inflation, Jesus winning and more…

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An Opening Comment on Comments Opening

I opened them. One gentleman, in response to my request for feedback on Monday’s podcast, suggested I do so, and that pushed me off the fence I’ve been sitting on. That said, I could certainly climb back on, and then fall off the other side. In short, don’t make me regret this.

I have observed two facts over the past several years. First, I like to visit blogs that allow for and have actual comments. I was a regular visitor to Challies, Blog and Mablog and Out of Our Minds Too. All three ditched their comment sections and my visits plummeted. Second, men who had great success as bloggers decided to ditch their comments. Hmm.

In lieu of a bunch of rules attempting to pin down comment no-no’s, which would likely be harder than determining what pass interference is, we’re going to start with this simple rule drawn from the world shaping wisdom from the sages of San Demas- Be excellent to each other. Look at our open comments like the “Quiet Game.” Let’s see how long we can keep them open. As you are typing out your comments I want you to see my finger, twitching, sweating, hovering over the “Close Comments” button. Don’t be the guy that ended the game. Clear?

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Today’s podcast- Egalitarianism, the most super super and more…

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Bible Study Facebook Live Sept. 30 Lord Teach Us to Pray- Our Father

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What Angry Greta Teaches Us


I will never forget my first published piece. It was a letter to the editor of the Ligonier Echo, the weekly newspaper of the small town wherein I grew up. I was all of 10 years old at the time, but that didn’t keep me from reaching great peaks of moral indignation. I thundered from my mountain top. I vituperated. I fumed and steamed. My crusade was not unlike Greta’s, nor was the source of my rage so different. In my case it was Miss Maile. She was my 5th grade teacher at the toney private school I attended on a scholarship. She was not the warmest teacher in the world, but she was interesting. And committed. To turning us all into hard leftists just like her. We learned socialism in her classroom through Man: A Course of Study, a curriculum infamous for its political bias. We learned environmentalism as she read to us Watership Down.

We learned journalistic activism as she encouraged the whole class to write letters to the editor opposing a proposed nuclear power plant in our back yard, the Donegal Energy Park. It was, in fact, a class wide project. She, in short, used us, our innocence and our ignorance to score points in a political battle. All this more than forty years ago.

Miss Maile, like Greta’s teachers, understood that education is discipleship. There is no set of morally neutral facts that we can safely ask the state to instruct our children in. Because every education will ever and always induct its students into a worldview. That’s the very goal of education- instilling our deepest convictions in those under our charge. Heck, I’m doing it right now. I’m trying to help you, to instruct you, to inform you that Greta isn’t an anomaly, a glitch in the system. She’s not even a feature of the system. She is the platonic ideal of their goal. She is their omega. She is their success, not because she thinks for herself, not because she is articulate. Not even because she is passionate. She is their success precisely because she doesn’t think for herself, precisely because she spews forth their message, precisely because she has no passion of her own, just their fevered passions.

Greta, in short, is a puppet, Pinocchio telling lies for our entertainment. She is dancing on the stage set up for her at Vanity Fair. Our job isn’t, because we do not share her views, to be aghast and appalled at her views. Our job is not to look down our noses at her. Our job instead is to feel sorry for her, and her parents, and more important still, to look to our own children, to see how much they are being shaped by the cookie cutters on the factory floor. This is not a time to score political points by laughing at the show. It’s time to check our children for strings, and, if we find them, to cut them off mercilessly.

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