It is becoming more apparent to me that the Enemyâ€™s battle-formation of postmodernism is a frontal assault on the Holy Spirit. Postmodernism is a mushy soup of follow your heart, go with the flow, do what feels right, assimilate contradictory ideas into one incoherent worldview, anything goes, and above all tolerate everyone and everything and any expression of individuality. The rule of the day is tolerance. The hypocrisy of such an ideal falls apart when someone (anyone) is in any way, shape or form intolerant. Because tolerance has to tolerate intolerance, and thereby lets the cat out of the bag: there has to be some kind of objective standard whereby we determine what is right, good, and worthy of acceptance and what is wrong, bad and entirely unacceptable. [Read more…] about The Threshing Floor
We live in a viral age. For good or ill . . . and Iâ€™d say the majority of these viruses bode for ill. I have seen two articles twittering their way across the book of faces and receiving a bunch of â€œlikes;â€ that not so ancient and ever so irritating, serpentine degradation of public discourse. As an aside, I do not like â€œlikes.â€ In saying this, I know that people will â€œlikeâ€ this blog, thus, as I sigh and accept the inevitable, I return to the topic at hand with hopes that this discussion will help push us to a greater degree of discernment as to what we â€œlikeâ€ as Christians. [Read more…] about Leaven in the Lump
Fifty years ago today, Jack Lewis entered the High Countries (as he called it). This manâ€™s testimony (going from Atheism toÂ Christianity), though marked by imperfections, is also marked by incredible richness and above all was a voice of sanity in an era of madness. He had a prophetic edge to much of what He said, and now we are living in an age of thought which he foresaw, and warned us to flee. The postmodernist mantra of the subjectivity of truth, the diminishment of reason for the sake of â€œcommunalism,â€ and the misdirected use of joy and desire were all things Lewis combatted, decades before they became the prevailing â€œwinds of doctrine (Eph. 4:14).â€
Limp-wrists are all the rage. Our modern Christian culture, with its skinny-jean clad worship leaders, hawaiian-shirted Pastors, and cigar-smoking small groups has become proficient in the art of ineffectuality. We have bought the bait that tolerance and acceptance is the most important expression of Christian love. We love by accommodating, cow-towing, and placating the culture. I remember hearing about a church that sent out surveys to their community asking: â€œWhat sort of church do you want?â€ Well, whatâ€™ll you know, they wanted a church that gets out in time for the game, allows dad to export his fatherly responsibility to a 28 year old youth pastor with a cool haircut, sermons that include clips from a movie about two dumb guys (one dumber than the other), and a great worship bandâ€“pyrotechnics and all.Â [Read more…] about A Great Mountain, and a Crumbling Statue
In a recent foray through David Daniellâ€™s meticulous biography of William Tyndale, I have been stirred more than once by this simple warning: â€œBeware Erasmus.â€ It has become a slogan I have begun to frequently whisper to my soul, (for reasons that shall soon become clear) to provoke me to stay on guard against the enchanting fumes of pride. We recognize the perceived deadness of the previous generation and we refuse to follow in that path; we, instead, want a robust and living spirituality. Iâ€™ve seen my peers pursue this healthy desire in two very unhealthy ways.
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