- Charles Spurgeon
The great civil rights crisis of our time is the fate of unborn children being sacrificed to the idols of sensuality and convenience. But the world at large wants us to believe that the great civil rights crisis of our time revolves around homosexual rights and gay "marriage."
The truth of God has been exchanged for a lie, and the popular question of the day is now, "Did God really say?" We're told that thousands of years of biblical interpretation is wrong -- the church got it wrong. We're told that "one flesh" can and should constitute same gender relations; again, the argument goes, the church got it wrong. We're told that Paul had no framework for monogamous same-sex relationships -- and subsequently we have, supposedly, read Paul incorrectly.
The problem with the slide into acceptance of same-sex sexuality as "moral" is the fact that the church is by and large being asked to now heartily embrace sin rather than seeking holiness.
"Knowing that righteous judgement of God, that those who practice such things are worthy of death, not only do the same but also approve of those who practice them" (Romans 1:32).
That's where we're supposed to go. That's the world's idea of a safe, palatable church.
If the universal church has been wrong on such a fundamental issue (marriage), then what else has the church been wrong on for 2,000 years? If the church can not plainly read, interpret, exegete, and live out the scriptures, what can she do with any authority?
It's like the elect are being deceived, as some on the fringes of evangelicalism begin to capitulate to the constant media message we've been receiving for decades now: there really is no such thing as sexual sin.
Professing to be wise, many of us have become fools (Romans 1:22).
I ran across a news piece about an Iranian mother and father who freed their son's murderer in dramatic fashion -- at a public hanging. The only retribution the mother took, apparently, was slapping the killer's face while he awaited the chair to be kicked from underneath him. After that slap the father removed the noose, setting the man free.
The photos from the would be execution speak louder than the text.
Powerful images. Powerful story.
"I thought 'Lord, there has to be an easier way to get to You."
This thought was a turning point in the life of someone at the end of her rope in a works-based, legalistic religion. She had been taught all her life that she had to jump through hoops to earn salvation, until finally gospel truth began to be spoken into her life several years ago.
She told her freedom story tonight in our home group.
Salvation, redemption and freedom are beautiful.
Leaving the church is not simply leaving a club. When you walk away, you dismember yourself from the body. Jesus and the rest of the body sorely miss you, and bleed after your departure. You cut yourself off from your only source of life and nourishment. Like an amputated hand, you will slowly bleed out, wither, and die.Plus this.
I hear you complaining already. My, he's being a bit dramatic. I'm a member of Christ; I just can't find a local church I like. I'm a member of the universal church, just not of any one in particular.
I want you to understand that being a part of the universal church without submitting to a local church is not possible, biblical, or healthy.
Every letter in the New Testament assumes Christians are members of local churches. The letters themselves are addressed to local churches. They teach us how to get along with other members, how to encourage the weak within the church, how to conduct ourselves at church, and what to do with unrepentant sinners in the church. They command us to submit to our elders, and encourage us to go to our elders to pray. All these things are impossible if you aren't a member of a local church. (See 1 and 2 Corinthians, James, Ephesians, 1 and 2 Timothy, and 1 Peter for references.)
Asking where the Bible commands you to be a church member is like asking where the USGA rulebook for golf insists you be a human. The whole book is addressed to the church.
[Hat Tip: Jared]
I love crazy!
[H/T My Better Half]
I hope this isn't true: Ukrainian soldier 'killed' as troops storm Simferopol base
Ukraine's military says a base in Crimea has been stormed with one serviceman killed, following Russia's signing of a treaty to incorporate Crimea. The Ukrainian premier says the crisis has now become a military one.I have a special place in my heart for the Crimean region of Ukraine.
Regarding the geopolitical implications, or what's to be done, if anything . . . I don't know. But I do know that a lot of native Ukrainians don't want to be Russian (regardless of the results of the sham vote this weekend) and by far most of the Crimean Tatar people, for whom the memory of Stalin's brutal, murderous deportation is still fresh, don't want to be Russians. My heart especially goes out to them. They are a beautiful people and they've been through more than most of us can imagine.
Lord have mercy.
... and her recent critical comments about Baylor University.
Now, as it pertains to the university’s official, much-publicized stance on homosexuality, it must be stressed that Baylor is a Christian school founded on biblical principles. So what Griner is really saying is that she doesn’t like what the Bible has to say on the topic. In my view, Baylor should be applauded, not condemned, for sticking to those principles, whether the mainstream culture considers them popular or not.
Yep. Read it all.
I like this song. Has a very classic Stryper sound. Too bad there's a bit of a classic Stryper look in the video as well. Someone give these guys $20 to get some decent haircuts.
. . . just how far out of the loop of popular culture I am.
Here are a few examples:
"Alright, alright, alright". This is evidently a reference to something well-known related to Matthew McConaughey. My twitter feed erupted with people cracking jokes about "Alright, alright, alright" right after he won. Evidently the reference is a laugh riot, but it's shooting right over my head.
I first heard this Mconaugheyism demonstrated on Jim Gaffigan's awesome Mr. Universe album (he says it when imitating MM). But I didn't know it was a "thing".
Daft Punk. I saw several Daft Punk references tweeted out in that way people do when they know everyone who reads it will get it. I think Daft Punk might be a band of some sort, but I'm clueless.
The films themselves. Of the nine films nominated for best picture, I've seen exactly one (Gravity). And that's one more than I usually have seen when the Oscars roll around each year.
Bruno Mars and "Flea". Oh, wait, that's a reference to how out of the loop I was for the Super Bowl. I'm to understand these people are involved in the music industry in some way?
Me. I could have easily Googled the references above rather than whining about my out-of-it-ness on this blog. But, to show how out of it I actually am, I'm pretending like it's 1992.
[urgent whisper] Help . . . Me . . .
I shot an event this past weekend for Baylor University's business school. This gathering brought in several business men from around the nation and I was stunned with how many Mac laptops I saw. I believe Macs were in the majority! I'm used to thinking of stuffy business suit guys toting around IBM Thinkpads or whatever. (See the photo I grabbed below.)
Are Macs the new business PC?
You won't find a bigger U2 fan than yours truly. Well, maybe my brother, but that's debatable.
With that said there are a few popular and semi-popular U2 songs that simply don't do it for me. I often skip them and never feel the magic when I hear them playing. That's not to say I don't enjoy the songs. That's not to say when I do hear them I don't like them. It's just that since U2's music usually hits my soul directly, these songs don't carry the same punch. For me, they miss the mark.
"Mysterious Ways" - Yes, it's catchy. Nice song. Some nice allegory. Great lyrics. But, um, yeah. Down on your knees, boy. Skip.
"Pride (In the Name of Love)" - What more in the name of love? It's a U2 anthem. It rocks stadiums and arenas around the world. Skip.
"Beautiful Day" - Again, a very good song. Maybe even a great song. Truth is, [I] love this [song], and even if that doesn't ring true. [It's] been all over and it's been all over you. Skip.
"New Year's Day" - Not that I don't like this song. Not that I don't post a video of this song on this blog almost every year on New Year's Day. But, yeah, nothing changes on New Year's Day. Skip.
"Bullet the Blue Sky" - Probably my least favorite popular U2 song. I'll go ahead and run into the arms of America by skipping this song.
"Lemon" - OK, ha! I joke. This song isn't popular, probably not even among U2 fans. But, oh boy, I love this song. Seriously. No skipping here. It's one of those song that just grew on me over the years and once I found out what the meaning was I loved it even more. Lem-on! See through in the sunlight. She wore le-mon, but never in the daylight.
That rounds out my list. Again, give me these songs on repeat as the only thing playing and I'm happy. I don't hate them. I like them! They just don't reach down into the depths of my being the way, say, "One" or "Moment of Surrender" do.
From a blog post by John Piper, "Will America Be Judged?"
What brought the nations of Canaan to that point of judgment? Here are the sins Moses was referring to:
Verse 20: “You shall not lie sexually with your neighbor’s wife . . .”
2. Child sacrifice (we call it abortion).
Verse 21: “You shall not give any of your children to offer them to Molech, and so profane the name of your God: I am the Lᴏʀᴅ.”
3. Homosexual intercourse.
Verse 22: “You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination.”
Verse 23: “And you shall not lie with any animal and so make yourself unclean with it: . . . it is perversion.”
In the West, we have moved to the point of open approval of adultery, child-killing, and homosexual intercourse. Will the open approval of bestiality be next? Probably. Last week, the Huffington Post reported a woman finding on her boyfriend’s phone pictures of him having sex with her dog.
Fifty Years from Now?
Our reaction to this is probably about the same as most people’s reaction to so-called homosexual “marriage” fifty years ago. Is there any good reason to doubt that in fifty years the laws against bestiality (zoophilia) will have fallen the same way laws against homosexual intercourse have fallen in recent years? (And as for “marriage,” Wikipedia already has an entry on “human-animal marriage.”)
Read the whole thing here.
If it is, it's Awesome.
[Hat tip and a "dang, it's been forever since we Mooted" to our own Jared]
[If we ever do Moot again, I might dance like this]
Since there's a lot of talk these days about Ukraine, can we please get one thing straightened out?
It's "Ukraine". Not The Ukraine.
I've been there twice, which doesn't make me an expert, but I never heard anyone in-country call it "The" Ukraine.
You don't take a trip to "The" Russia, or "The" Germany, right?
It's simply "Ukraine".
You know the story, possibly: fifty years ago a young woman was brutally murdered while all her neighbors ignored her cries and pulled down their shades.
At least that's the way I learned it. So I read this article with great interest: Debunking the Myth of the Kitty Genovese Murder
As she walked home — she was only about “a hundred paces away” from the apartment she shared with her girlfriend, Mary Ann Zielonko — she heard a man’s footsteps close behind her. She ran, but the man, Winston Moseley, was too quick. He caught her, slammed her to the ground and stabbed her twice in the back. She screamed twice, once yelling, “Oh, God! I’ve been stabbed!”Read the rest to see how the story we've heard all our lives sloppily grew wings.
Across the street, a man named Robert Mozer heard Genovese from his apartment. Looking out his seventh-floor window, he saw a man and a woman, sensed an altercation — he couldn’t see exactly what was happening — and yelled out his window, “Leave that girl alone!”
Moseley later testified that Mozer’s action “frightened” him, sending him back to his car. At this point, Genovese was still alive, her wounds nonfatal.
Fourteen-year-old Michael Hoffman, who lived in the same building as Mozer, also heard the commotion. He looked out his window and told his father, Samuel, what he saw. Samuel called the police, and after three or four minutes on hold, he reached a police dispatcher. He related that a woman “got beat up and was staggering around,” and gave them the location.
Other neighbors heard something as well, but it wasn’t always clear what. Some looked out the window to see Moseley scurrying away, or Genovese, having stood up, now walking slowly down the block, leaning against a building. From their vantage point, it wasn’t obvious that she was wounded. Others who looked didn’t see her at all, as Genovese walked around a corner, trying to make her way home at 82-70 Austin St.
But the police did not respond to Samuel Hoffman’s call, and Moseley, seeing no help was imminent, returned. He hunted down Genovese — who had made it to a vestibule in her building before collapsing — stabbed her several more times, then raped her.
Word of the attack spread though the building. A woman named Sophie Farrar, all of 4-foot-11, rushed to the vestibule, risking her life in the process. For all she knew, the attacker might have still been there. As luck would have it, he was not, and Farrar hugged and cradled the bloodied Genovese, who was struggling for breath.
Despite the attempts of various neighbors to help, Moseley’s final stab wounds proved fatal, and Farrar did her best to comfort Genovese in the nightmarish final minutes of her life.
The murder of Kitty Genovese shifted from crime to legend a few weeks later, when The New York Times erroneously reported that 38 of her neighbors had seen the attack and watched it unfold without calling for help.
[H/T, the excellent Neo-NeoCon]
This is a Bible that I keep on my desk at work. It's small, 5" x 3.5". I've had it for 17 years or so.
I'm a Kindle guy. I love the ease reading on my Kindle. I love that I don't have to flip pages, that I can easily read it in bright sunlight, and that I have the equivalent of three bookshelves in my pocket.
But my Kindle can't match the feeling of a good Bible in my hands. Ninety-nine percent of my Bible reading is done the old fashioned way. It just feels better.
How are you reading your Bible these days?
This topic came up tonight at dinner and someone suggested I ask the blogosphere.
What do you consider to be the greatest American novel, and why?
Put your thoughts in the comments thread. Thanks!