
Tonight we continue our study, considering chapter one of the book of Philippians. All are welcome to our home at 7 est, or you may join us for dinner at 6:15. We will also stream the study at Facebook, RC-Lisa Sproul. We hope you’ll join us.

Tonight we continue our study, considering chapter one of the book of Philippians. All are welcome to our home at 7 est, or you may join us for dinner at 6:15. We will also stream the study at Facebook, RC-Lisa Sproul. We hope you’ll join us.

As one reads through the history of Judah and Israel it is hard to miss the truth that Judah was blessed with many more good kings than their neighbors to the north. Often, however, these good kings do not escape their own history unscathed. After acknowledging their overall good behavior the text often says words to this effect- “King Jeunpronouncable did not remove the high places.” These were unauthorized places of worship. Sometimes that worship was devoted to the living God, other times not. It was never, however, authorized by the living God.
While our circumstances are different, we no longer are commanded to worship in just one place, our propensities are the same. We’re sinners just like God’s people in the Old Testament. We have blind spots and our own gods that we blend together with the living God. It has always been so. The practice of chattel slavery in American history, with the blessing of huge swaths of the church would be one example. God’s people should have known better.
In our own day I would suggest three high places that stand head and shoulders above the rest. First, there is the approval of men. We syncretize this with true worship by claiming we seek nothing more than to be all things to all men. But the honest truth is we crave standing, acceptance, respectability. We, on this high place, are willing to offer as sacrifices the plain teaching of God’s Word, to lay down our prophetic mantles. We cavort with that temple whore known as Political Correctness.
Second we, not surprisingly, worship mammon. When Jesus warned His audience that they would not be able to worship both God and mammon He didn’t pick mammon by accident. He picked something with virtual universal appeal, something we love from top to bottom. Some of us are more crass, preaching a gospel in which the good news is the promise of health and wealth. Some of us are a touch more subtle, lifting up the well-off as the very model of Christian success. Some of us cut ethical corners to get more. Others of us burn the candle at both ends to get more. All of us are drawn to its false worship.
Third, we worship pleasure. More often than not, that pleasure is sexual in nature. We treat fornication as a rite of passage, adultery like a peccadillo. When reality doesn’t measure up to our imaginations we race to the airbrushed realm of the web to get our fix. And if the Bible says no homosexual behavior, well then, the Bible will have to go.
These are our high places. What we tolerate in the good times always becomes the deadliest of snares in the bad. Our calling, kings and queens as we are in the kingdom of God, is to tear them down ruthlessly. Our calling, as beggars, is to walk right past the poison repast and to long for the bread which comes down from heaven. Our calling is to return to our Father’s embrace and to feast at His table, as His children. Lord, help us to not be too easily satisfied. Help us to find our rest in Thee.

There’s no accounting for taste. Or to put it another way, the taste has reasons that reason knows not of. We like what we like, and we don’t like having to explain it. Which is why postmodernism fits us so well. Here it’s not just flavors of ice cream, but all of goodness, truth, and beauty that gets reduced to a matter of taste. And no one has to defend their tastes, for we can all be right.
What makes less sense, however, is why, if there are indeed no standards, our tastes tend to follow patterns. If taste is simply random, then it seems there ought to be as many folks who prefer the sound of fingernails on chalkboards (sorry for those of you who get the sensation at the mere mention of the act) as there are folks who prefer Pachelbel’s “Canon in D.” One would think that the Uniform Commercial Code would sell as many copies as Tolkien. But it doesn’t happen.
We aren’t the products of chance, else our choice in products would come out like chance. Instead we are what we are, and what we are is rebels. That we prefer Pachelbel to fingernails is a reflection of our Maker, evidence that we are, even in our rebellion, made in His image. That we don’t much care for God’s Word shows that though we bear His image, we are in rebellion against Him.
For decades now all the world has gone gaga over The Lord of the Rings, along with The Hobbit. Tolkien has given us another land, a land filled both with bucolic villages and epic battles, with fidelity and treachery, maidens and a mysterious hero who is heir to the throne. It stirs the hearts not only of children, but of men.
Which is why it is so puzzling that we, both within and without the church, are more enamored with these four books of Tolkien than the five books of Moses. What does Tolkien have that Moses has not? Here we find not a bucolic village, but better still, an edenic garden. Here we find betrayal on an immeasurable scale, and fidelity to the infinite degree. Here we have wicked tyrants who are brought down low, slavery and freedom, miracles and talking beasts and bushes, dragons and damsels, and in the shadows, the promise of an heir.
The difference in our taste then isn’t in what Moses left out and Tolkien put in but in what Moses put in, and Tolkien left out. We turn up our noses at the Pentateuch not because of the adventure therein, but the Law. It isn’t the parts that read like titanic battles, but the parts that read like the Uniform Commercial Code. Tolkien, to be sure, gave us characters who were driven by law, enemies that acted lawlessly. But for all his attention to detail in creating his “alternate universe,” for all the language, music and arcana, there is no law.
Moses, on the other hand, not only gives us the great commandment, but he opens it up for us, twice, giving us the Ten Commandments both in Exodus and Deuteronomy. But just as the ten stones fill out the meaning of the great commandment, so does the rest of the Law fill out the ten. We’re told by Moses exactly how many sheep must be returned for one stolen sheep, for proper restitution, and how many goats must be returned in like manner when a goat is stolen. We are given instructions on how to sacrifice a bull, and how to build the grate on which he will burn. And no one could be interested in that.
Except David, a man after God’s own heart. “Oh how I love your law” David cries, “It is my meditation all the day” (Psalm 119:97.) Psalm 119 in fact is the longest chapter in all the Bible, and is nothing more than an extended poem praising the law of God.
There is not only a connection between this psalm and the Pentateuch, but a connection between our love of story, and David’s love of Law. The glory of the story isn’t found in the high drama, but in the high Dramatist. The glory of the story is the glory of the Father. The great purpose of the Bible is that we would more clearly behold the glory of God. What we have missed is that the same is true of His law.
Yes the Law shows us our need for Christ. Yes it restrains the heathen. And yes it shows us how to please our Father. But we long to please our Father because of His glory, and the Law shows us that glory. It is lovely for precisely the same reason that Pachelbel’s “Canon” is lovely, because it shows forth the glory of God.
Such is the purpose of all that is true, all that is good, and all that is beautiful. It all exists to show us God. May we by His grace, and for His glory, learn to see His grace in revealing His glory, in giving us His law.

Not only do we remain, in ourselves, sinners, when by His grace we are declared to be saints, but we tend to be, after being born again, repenting and being indwelt by the Spirit, the same kind of sinners we were before we were redeemed. While many believers celebrate specific instant and total victories over this temptation or that after coming to faith, most of us struggle now with what we struggled then with.
Paul in Romans 1 lays at humanity’s feet not just our universal sin nature, but our universal sin. We suppress the truth in unrighteousness. All of us. We deny, bury, rationalize, forget our sins. Oh we may be perfectly willing to confess what Scripture plainly teaches, that we are all sinners. There is, after all, none righteous, no, not one. It is, however, perfectly easy to admit to being a sinner. It is far more difficult to admit sins.
James tells us that God’s Word is like a mirror, showing us who, and what we ere. He also tells us, however, that we forget what we’ve seen in the mirror. We don’t like what we see. Whether it is through refusing to study God’s Word, or by refusing to sit under Biblical preaching, we all face the temptation to turn the mirror around, lest we remember how ugly we are.
We turn our Bibles not into mirrors but into microscopes, through which we can look down on others, tracking down eye splinters of our friends and family. We seek out ear tickling preachers, all the while grumbling about the ear tickling preachers down the interstate. We do everything but face what we are, everything but welcome instruction on what we’re getting wrong.
I know of what I speak. I can spend hours breaking down everything that’s wrong with Arminian theology. I can thunder prophetically against the sins of my brothers on the other side of the political aisle. I can write tomes on the moral laxity of the people in the tribes I don’t belong to. When, however, it comes to my own theological errors, my own sins, my own moral laxity I am curiously silent. Worse still, I seek to silence any who would point out my failures.
I recently wrote a friend who is not from my tribe that had his own scandal recently come out. I wanted, while most were piling on, to remind him of the gospel. I wrote,
“You have been given a great gift in this scandal, the cure for pride, standing, a low view of your need for His grace. Your sin, however, has not and cannot outdistance His grace.”
Facing our sins forces us to remember that it is His life, death and resurrection for us that is our only hope, but also that His life, death and resurrection is our sure and certain hope. Were my standing dependent on the real me, I have only despair. Because my standing is dependent on Him, I have only peace. First, let us face who we are. Last, let us see His face.

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The devil, though His fall from grace was rooted in pride, knows how to use humility. Being craftier than the other beasts, he knows how to use nigh onto all things to bring about his nefarious purposes. He is resourceful, and overlooks nothing. His first attack upon man was to deny the very truth claims of God, to first cast doubt upon the word of God, “Has God indeed said…” until finally he claims that the very word of God is false, “You shall not die.”
As western culture began to lose its moorings in the revealed word of God, as enlightenment positivism posited itself as the arbiter of truth, that same strategy continued. God says we were made from the dust of the earth. The devil says we descend from single-celled chef-less chef’s surprise that popped out of the primordial soup. This strategy began to fall apart, as it became painfully obvious that the devil’s truth claims didn’t hold any water. His wisdom showed itself to be foolishness.
But he did not give up. Now instead of holding up his version of truth as a competitor for God’s version, the devil has determined to assault truth as an idea. Instead of offering an alternate vision of reality and pridefully proclaiming that his is true and God’s is false, he now humbly denies that his vision of truth is true, and pridefully says that neither is God’s vision of truth.
This is how our culture has moved from modernism to post-modernism, from the conviction that truth only comes through the application of our senses and our minds to external reality, while God is silent, to the conviction that truth is not real, that we each create our own truth, and all we can know is that which we create. On the surface it looks like a bad deal. What could a culture gain by giving up truth? It gains the façade of peace, and with it the façade of humility.
Wars, both literal and figurative, are fought over competing truth claims. Whether it is two small children fussing back and forth, “Did too!” “Did not!” or nations bombing each other over a truth claim that a particular piece of real estate is theirs, we find ourselves disagreeing, and, with only ourselves to serve as the final arbiters, with no transcendent source of infallible truth, settle our arguments through battle.
How much better if our son Reilly says to our son Donovan, “To me you shoved me,” and Donovan replies, “To me, I did not shove you” and they agree to disagree. How much better if Germany says to Poland, “To us, that region belongs to us,” and the Poles reply, “To us, it belongs to us.” Children and nations pat themselves on their collective backs. No one has the arrogance to suggest that they’ve cornered the market on truth, that the other is wrong. As both sides agree to disagree, swords are beat into plowshares.
It is the devil’s bargain. And when we trade with the devil we always lose what we offer, and never gain what he’s promised. Is there peace and humility in relativism? Suppose Donovan did shove my Reilly. Suppose I explain to Reilly that to him Donovan may have, but to Donovan he didn’t. What is to stop Donovan from shoving him again? What is to stop Reilly from shoving back, when the glorious humility from relativism removes objective guilt (which by the way, is the real reason it is so popular)?
Now my children are no longer arguing over who is shoving whom. Instead they are shoving each other all over the yard. What happens when tax collectors from Poland and Germany enter the same region? We can’t agree to disagree when we finally have to act. If you think the right way is north, and I think it is south, all the humility in the world will not make the car move.
My concern, however, is not with the foolishness of the world, but with the worldliness of the church. The supposed humility of relativism resonates with us because we know we are called to walk humbly with our God (Mal. 6:8). We find ourselves caught between a rock and a soft place, as we are called to press the truth claims of King Jesus, yet seek to mimic His meekness.
If the devil defines meekness for us, if he confuses relativism and humility in our minds, the battle is lost. The gospel of the Kingdom, if it is merely true for me, is the gospel of the devil’s kingdom. If it is only true for me that there is only one name under heaven by which a man might be saved, then it is not true that there is only one name.
We are indeed called to be humble. But true humility is that which bows before the truth of God, not that which would negotiate it. It is pride that leads us to humbly offer up the gospel as one alternative among many, when the one who paid for us says He is the way. It is humility to say with our Savior, “Repent, or perish.” It is pride to turn He who is the truth into a mere “true for me.”
The world tells us that we are arrogant, that we are love-less, that we are judgmental because we claim to have the truth. The accusations sting, in part because we are arrogant, loveless and judgmental. But it is pride that causes us to seek to wiggle out from under those accusations, by wiggling away from truth. Humility means being willing, like Jesus, to be persecuted for righteousness sake, to be willing to be thought proud because we feed upon the truth, and will not eat of the devil’s mock humble pie.
God knows our hearts. We speak, and we think coram Deo, before the face of God. He knows whether we are proclaiming truth for our glory or for His. And He knows, as we should, that every time we refuse to stand, we do so for our own sake. We are to be humble about ourselves. We are sinners still. We err in our thinking, and in our doing. We are a jumble of sins and lies. But we are to boast in Christ, who is the only way, the only truth, and the only life. If we will not proclaim Him before men as the only way, He will not proclaim us before the Father.

Tonight we begin a new study, considering the book of Philippians. All are welcome to our home at 7 est, or you may join us for dinner at 6:15. We will also stream the study at Facebook, RC-Lisa Sproul. We hope you’ll join us.

I’m no behaviorist, but I don’t need to be to understand this truth- that which you punish you get less of, and what you reward you get more of. We don’t like punishment, and seek to avoid it. We do like reward and seek to find it. In God’s economy, however, nothing fails like success and nothing succeeds like failure. The question is, will we do things our way, or His way?
The church too often sees itself as in a competition with the world, that it is one option among many that claim to provide the good life. To win that competition we need to lift up, put center stage those who are living the good life. This is how we frame our testimonies. “Before Jesus came into my life everything seemed great, but it wasn’t. Then the façade came crashing down and Jesus rescued me. Now, everything really is great.” Sure, we’ll cop to the reality that we still have small troubles and challenges, but nothing to worry about.
On the other hand, when things get really ugly we hide them. Why do you suppose #metoo has come home to roost in the evangelical church? Not because of systematic underground embracing of sexual abuse. No, because of cover-ups. When a pastor seduces a sheep, when the youth leader exploits the troubled child our first thought is to protect not the reputation of Jesus, not the victim, but of our church. When people decide a church is unsafe it has already shuttered its doors, whether it knows it or not.
The church, however, if it has any reason to exist, exists to be that place where we who are not safe go. It is the assembly of sinners. Not former sinners, not purified sinners, but sinners. To be sure, not unrepentant sinners, not complacent sinners, not comfortable sinners, but sinners. It is supposed to be the place where we acknowledge what we are. It’s supposed to be that place where we confess our failures, not trumpet our faux victories. It’s supposed to be the place where the desperate know to go for healing.
How do we get there? We celebrate His victories while confessing our failures. We rejoice over the forgiveness of sin while laboring for the cleansing from sin. We acknowledge not just that men are totally depraved, but that I am a sinner, saved by grace, that my sins were, and are so grievous, so ugly, so damnable that only the agony of Christ’s passion could pay for them. The message of the church should never be, “We can help you win.” It must always be, “Jesus has already won.”
That smiling guy beside you in the pew? Three days ago, again, he looked at porn. That woman in the row in front of you, the one holding her husband’s hand? She drank herself to sleep last night. That man up on stage singing his heart out for Jesus? He knows where to find anonymous sex with men. The one they are worshipping? He died for them all. The church is not where we go to learn how to have a good life. We go to church to hear what to do about the truth that in our sin we destroy our own lives- that we run to the One who gave His life for us.
This is the eleventh installment of an ongoing series of pieces here on the nature and calling of the church. Stay tuned for more. Remember also that we at Sovereign Grace Fellowship meet this Sunday September 15 at 10:30 AM at our new location, at our beautiful farm at 12811 Garman Road, Spencerville, IN. Please come join us.

God made us in His image. That we could spend our lives contemplating this, without scratching the surface, reminds us that we are God’s image, not gods. We are, in some ways, to God as our mirror image is to us. There is a resemblance, a connection, but the difference is one of ontology, dimension. Thus, God creates, and we create. When we look at creation more closely we find that He speaks things into reality, while we merely rearrange what He has already created. I’m stringing words together; He spoke language into being. Adam named the animals; God formed them.
God also, we remember, named Adam. Naming, whether from God or man, is an exercise of dominion. It is rule and authority. Naming has the capacity to shape not the thing in itself, but our perception of the thing. This is why we find the conjugation of adjectives so amusing — I am thrifty; you are cheap, and he is miserly. Each adjective lives in the same neighborhood, and could, in some sense, be used to describe the same behavior. But the choice of the name effects the perception of the reality.
This is the game that the Devil plays with us. He, because he is merely a creature, hasn’t the power to create. Instead, he has only the power of naming, without the authority. We are seduced by him when we think his thoughts after him, when our perceptions are his perceptions. His very first assault was undermining the very words of God: “Hath God indeed said …?” That’s his game.
We are told, for instance, that we live in a “secular” society. To be sure there are a few religious holdouts, most of them living in what is derisively named (there it is again) “fly-over” country. But the “real” world, the world that counts, exists on two coasts. On the east coast, in what we have named the “power corridor” of Washington D.C., Philadelphia, Boston, and New York, we have titans of industry and governance. On the west coast we have the professional namers, the visual mavens who form our culture through entertainment.
Where it counts we are supposed to be secular, that is, beyond worship. This, supposedly, is where culture is formed, and thus we have a secular culture. This too, however, is but the Devil’s sleight of hand. Renaming isn’t the same as remaking. And one thing man will never be is secular. When someone claims, “I’m not a very religious person” translate it to the more accurate, “I’m not a very truthful person.” We are all religious people.
That we name our worship something else doesn’t change its true nature. We are still worshiping. The trouble is that the things we don’t call gods, but treat as gods, are merely His image bearers. We worship the creation rather than the Creator, and none more frequently than that two dimensional copy of God, man.
Here I am not referring to philosophical humanism, though such would fit. My point isn’t that those who will not have God in their thinking will instead worship man in the abstract. Rather, we worship men in the flesh. What is Beverly Hills but our own Mount Olympus? We stand and gawk while they walk sundry red carpets. We build shrines to them on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
We even have established religion in this country. Local and state politicians live or die by whether or not they are willing to gather the funding to build temples to the gods of this age. Yankee Stadium is less a copy of the Roman Colosseum than it is the Athenium. It is where we gather together for worship, where we hoot and holler for the home team, as if our souls depended on it. These gods never fade away; instead, they simply retire to their respective halls of fame.
To note that we treat our celebrities like gods isn’t merely saying that we treat them better than we ought. Rather, it gets to the heart of the issue, the heart that Calvin rightly called a fabricum idolarum, an idol factory. Calling it cheering, calling it appreciation for the art of filmmaking, doesn’t change what it is — worship.
The bad news of the world out there is that these gods cannot save. They are deaf and mute. The bad news for us in the church is that we too are idolaters. We gleefully blend together our worship of these gods with the worship of the living God and praise ourselves for our cultural relevance. There is, however, only one thing relevant to nationwide idolatry, the call to put away these gods, to repent and believe the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
We worry that God might judge us because of our national failure to keep the second table of the law. With abortion we murder more than a million babies a year. With tax-and-spend policies we live by stealing. With our eyes we commit adultery, even as we worship the gods of Hollywood. And we fuel it all with the envy of consumption. But we are fools if we think the first amendment trumps the first commandment. Our only hope is that we would worship the living and true God, and bring no other gods before Him.

It is a phenomena we’re all too familiar with. Jack, or Jill, having been pillars of their high school communities, serving as leaders at the church youth group, head off to college. There they head off a cliff, spiritually speaking. It is, each time, a genuine tragedy, breaking hearts that sometimes never heal. We love our young and want nothing more than their spiritual well-being. After all, the Apostle John affirmed that he had no greater joy than that his “children” would walk in the truth (III John 1:4).
What though ought we to do? We know that universities are experts at deconstructing Christian worldviews, and so we often seek to shore them up. Worldview curricula, boot camps, grad gift books are virtually ubiquitous, but perhaps not entirely effective. These strategies, ironically, reveal just how worldly we are.
Christians have embraced the folly of modernism that sees education as a cure-all. Education is the sacrament of modernism. Students in college do not jettison their faith because it doesn’t have answers to the objections of unbelievers. More information, better intellectual preparation, while good things in themselves, won’t be the difference maker. What students facing the onslaught of secularism at college need is courage.
It takes courage to stand out. It takes courage to not accept what everyone else is accepting, whether that is sexual immorality, evolutionist ideology, woke folly, LGBTQ confusion. It takes courage to have the vast majority of your peers consider you to be ignorant. To be called backward, judgmental, unloving, even unchristian because you don’t toe their line.
In short, it takes courage to be free from the hold the devil has on us through our hunger to be liked and if not respected, at least respectable. The bold, outspoken Peter failed this test when Jesus was arrested. We should not be surprised when our young fail it as well.
Especially since we who are not so young fail so often. It is not adolescents but seasoned adults who populate Big Eva that are in constant need of the approval of the world, who are ever seeking a middle way between the wisdom of the world and the plain teaching of the Bible. By God’s grace the world is heading so swiftly to hell in a hand basket, that middle way is growing more clearly non-existent.
Courage is grounded in fear. That is, we no longer fear the world when we begin to fear God. Isn’t it interesting that wisdom begins not with some foundational intellectual principle, but with the fear of God? Fear Him, and we no longer fear to note that the Emperor has no clothes.
Fear Him and we are safe walking through this world which is little more than the valley of the shadow of death. Fear Him and we not only survive the world, but can actually be a help to it, simply by speaking and walking in His truth. The world is not merely mistaken. It is at war with God. Seeking its approval is not merely cowardice but treason. Be of good courage, for He has already overcome the world.