Friday, March 9, 2018

A Critical Mind and a Prideful Heart

Discovering

After coming to know the Lord, I became ravenous for the Word. I sought to know this God who had lavished love on my wretched soul. Over the years, this increasing knowledge helped me to discern truth from error in my own thinking about God and desire for holiness. It also helped me to see where much of the Christianity that was lived out around me, the church government I witnessed and the sermons I heard, didn't actually square with with God's Word.

Recovering

This is a good and right thing to process the information we receive, determine it's validity and seek to correct error (John 7:24). Not only is it your duty, but it is helpful to the Church (if done biblically). I would have you consider something though... Can this good thing become bad? I would argue that in this area of life, we are most often prone to fall into subtle forms of pride. We often speak of others short comings with no regard for our own weaknesses. We talk of the inadequacies or imperfections of other ministries without acknowledging the imperfections in our own (or worse, offering critique from the sidelines).

Jesus rebuked the religious leaders of the day not only for saddling people with man-made rules but also for not lifting a finger to help them (Matthew 23:4). They had created an environment in which they elevated themselves above others (at the very least in their own minds) by judging others imperfections with no regard to their own (Luke 18:11).

Furthermore, Jesus taught that His people should be careful not exercise this kind of uncharitable, prideful judgement in John 7...

“Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother's eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother's eye.

So we must be cautious or we all can end up falling into this sin.

Examination

After much consideration and seeking recovery for my own prideful heart (I have been guilty of many of the aforementioned), I offer some questions for self diagnosis and a treatment for a sin sick heart.

Do you seldom find something good in your object of critique?

Or, do you primarily see the faults in others?

Do your critiques of others primarily take place behind their back?

Could you find anything good in that sermon, that church or the way the situation was handled?

Think about the conversations you have had this week... How many of them have included discussions that were critical of others?

How often has your criticism lead you to pray for this person or ministry?

Have you sought influence with your object of critique so that you might be able to speak into their lives?

When you seek to correct, do you ever do it through encouragement? Or, is it always through rebuke?

The Treatment

So how do we become humble in situations when we see error? Ultimately we must see ourselves in light of the Gospel. Meditate on the mercy of God to you in Christ Jesus... Did God to point out your own error and just leave you there? Or, just tell others about your error? No! He comes near to sinners in the incarnation. During His time on earth, He never compromised truth and yet rendered it in fellowship and love.

Furthermore, we must realize that all the things that we do get right in ministry and life are from Him, to Him and through Him. You don't get anything right, outside of the work of the Holy Spirit. Praise your God for His goodness to you!

So where we see other's failures and missteps, draw near to them. Seek to correct and clarify the issue, while showing that you are unabashedly for them. You may just build up the Church in truth, love and unity.



Monday, October 23, 2017

Reformer's Smile

Where is your smile?
Oh, lover of sovereign grace...

Does your life know laughter?
Your wife know care?
Your children know a father
That shadows God, though heart unaware?

You of all men,
should be of them most happy.
Jovial, hospitable and warm.
Not for sake of companion,
but from Joy adorned.

You, who boast of sacred doctrine of old...
What would Zwingli say of your dispositions?
Or, dear Luther of your tone in Sunday's exposition?
Would Calvin sigh at your heart's critical malposition?
Or, Huss weep at your aim for a superior position.

What of man's depravity, fuels your tone?
Or, of undeserved election makes the heart cold?
Beautiful grace, do you claim as your own,
Without joy in God's people atoned?
Perhaps it is faith persevered,
that has killed your love song.

I fear that too often we know about God,
but never stop to ask...Do we believe?
Maybe that is why laughter finds such reprieve.

I dare not say we be perfect nor near divine,
Only that we must guard against this error...
That with all our thinking on theology,
We forget it's pursuit, our Sin Bearer.

Let us repent, let us reform.
Cry to God that your heart be warmed.




Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Blind

Arrayed in splendor, Oh High King,
The mountains bow at your majesty!
Glories unknown to the children of man,
All of creation holds together by your hand.

Still we catch glimpses of your beauty,
Those who have new eyes to see.
Stars echo your fame, your glory the ocean can't contain,
Birds sing your praises on refrain, even our lying heart proclaims
That we've all come to be by the power of your Name.

So many look, by do not see...
So many taste, but do not know...
The beauty and delight of life are but shadows
Of Him whose name is forever hallowed.

Look closer at creation, oh child of man!
When your child is born,
When you gaze at the heavens,
See Him who has no end!

See Him, the glorious Lord!
Christ Jesus, the savior of the World!

Romans 1:18-21

Friday, December 16, 2016

With Us

Emmanuel, The King of Glory born.
The hope of sinners and of scoffers scorn.

Eternal God, entered into time.
Helpless babe, almighty God, divine.

With us, sons of man with the only Holy Son,
To feel all we have felt and yet overcome.

He came not to conquer, nor demand...
But, to purchase children with open hands.

Emmanuel, how could it be,
Ransom paid, though wretched is me?

Nothing could be offered from our lips,
No praise, no work, no gift...
To adequately tell of your magnificence.

With us, though we most deserved of wrath.
All of us poor and needy, from the first to the last.

Vitality and Joy abound in newness, before unknown,
As our delight declares you are glorious alone.

Emmanuel, come near to a people so far away.
Giver of new hearts that be made to stay.

God, with us! And we bring nothing to the King...
Save our sin to carry to Calvary's suffering.

Yet, presents He brings... Christ's righteousness,
adoption and inheritance. Oh, what bliss!

Come, all you peoples, behold heaven's gift!
Christmas, Christ with us, don't miss this.

Fellow sinner, do not refuse His kiss!
Love Him, trust Him and receive His fullness!

All you saints, praise your matchless King!
Glory to our God! Join in as all Heaven sings!

Friday, November 18, 2016

He meets with me

He meets with me in the quietness of the night,
And even in the tumult of the day.
Though my troubles be many, and companion leave,
His sweet Words of promise speak along the way.

He meets with me when I feel abandoned,
And courage melts away within my chest.
It's then His love pours endlessly upon me,
Sweet heavenly treasure, my God matchless.

He meets with me, and only by His blood,
Wretched me could never love Holy Him.
I would spit & fight against Him still,
Yet He won me through redeeming love.

He meets with me, before new day births...
Vitality flees and lung's labor cease.
His warm embrace is here again, as eternity dawns.
Oh, how sweet He is amidst this disease.

A day is coming, and coming soon...
The meeting will know pause no more,
An ocean of endless life will break forth,
And waves of Godly pleasure break upon the shore.

Friday, January 1, 2016

Sweet Gift of God

Gift of God, 
Instrument of His Grace.
Wife of mine, 
Mercy upon her face.

Her true beauty runs deep within,  
Only to be truly known
In this one-flesh union, 
forged in heaven’s shadow.

God has knit my soul to hers,
And hers to mine,
Never more the two,
We are one, for this time.

Through life and death,
Through joy and pain.
When the storm comes,
She shines through the rain.

She is my helper,
For help I truly need.
Weary, I stumble and fall.
She picks me up, off my knees.

Her sweet spirit
Warms our home.
Her patient endurance
Makes this family whole.

Few men will ever know
Such a gift as i have enjoyed.
Wife of beauty and grace,
She is more than I could ever deserve.

So sweet a maker,
To give the gift of divine love,
Even sweeter still,
To give the gift of you.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Strutting About Like The Little Idiots We Are

One of my favorite passages from Mere Christianity...

"We must not think Pride is something God forbids because He is offended at it, or that Humility is something He demands as due to His own dignity--as if God Himself was proud. He is not in the least bit worried about his dignity. The point is, He wants you to know Him: wants to give you Himself. And He and you are two things of such a kind that if you really get into any kind of touch with Him you will, in fact, be humble--delightedly humble, feeling the infinite relief of having for once got rid of all the silly nonsense about your own dignity which has made you restless and unhappy all your life. He is trying to make you humble in order to make this moment possible: trying to take off a lot of silly, ugly, fancy-dress in which we have all got ourselves up and are strutting about like the little idiots we are. I wish I had got a bit further with humility myself: if I had, I could probably tell you more about the relief, the comfort of taking the fancy-dress off--getting rid of the false self, with all its 'Look at me' and 'Aren't I a good boy?' and all its posing and posturing.To get even near it, even for a moment, is like a drink of cold water to a man in a desert." 

--C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity