Caroling, Caroling

I did something I haven’t done in a long, long time. Not since college. Maybe even high school. I went caroling, complete with printed sheets of lyrics and everything. Just like it was back in the late 1900s.

It’s been that long.

Back in the day, we’d all gather together and carpool from place to place with our arsenal of festive seasonal classics. I’m sure we were joyful and triumphant in our attempts to pull off the carols and jingles. We probably came closer to making a joyful noise than anything else. I couldn’t tell if the guy next to me was trying to harmonize or was just really off-key, but it didn’t really matter in the end. A good time was had by all.

Tonight, we started off visiting the house of a deacon who very recently had been fighting for his life. It was heartwarming to see him standing in the doorway, a sort of miracle in itself, with his wife wiping away tears of gratitude as we sang loudly and zestily (if not always in tune or in the same key).

Then we headed over to my pastor’s parent’s to do more yuletide crooning. They’ve both had health issues and have had a rough 2022, but they were both pleased and grateful to see us gathered in their front yard, singing about those herald angels.

The last stop was the next-door neighbor who was a founding member of Brentwood Baptist Church along with her late husband. She lost him around this time last year, and I’m sure she was thankful for the company. Christmas is a beautiful time, but sometimes I forget that it’s not the easiest season if you’re missing a loved one.

I snapped a picture of this forlorn little reindeer in one of the yards. Hopefully, someone got a good snapshot of all of us singing in different keys and sometimes different verses at the same time. The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir we were not.

But I’d do it all again tomorrow night if I could. In fact, I hope this caroling thing becomes another tradition that I can look forward to through the spring, summer and fall.

The Most Reluctant Convert

I did something that I rarely do these days — I went to an actual movie in an actual movie theater. It’s been a while.

Normally, I like to wait for it to hit streaming services because few films are worth paying the current price of movie tickets. But in this case, I made an exception. I wanted to support a faith-based film from a group that I’ve grown to respect as I’ve gotten to know about them, the Fellowship for Performing Arts, led by one Max McLean.

The film is centered around the story of C. S. Lewis’ 10-year journey from atheism to Christianity. Without giving away too much, the narrative device they use to tell the story is unique and compelling. I feel like Mr. McLean masterfully portrayed the title character and the filming locations gave the production a note of authenticity.

But what captivated me most was the way the movie used Lewis’ own words. I believe a lot of the narrative came directly from his autobiography Surprised by Joy. For once, it’s a faith-based film that actually succeeds at being a good film first, and without being preachy or didactic.

It will make you want to dive deep into the writings of C. S. Lewis, both apologetic and fiction, as well as possibly leading you to check out some of writers who inspired him such as George MacDonald and G. K. Chesterton. I can’t recommend it highly enough for anyone who wants a quality movie about the nuances of faith and intellect.

Do Thou for Me

“Do Thou for me, O God the Lord,
Do Thou for me.
I need not toil to find the word
That carefully
Unfolds my prayer and offers it,
My God, to Thee.

It is enough that Thou wilt do,
And wilt not tire,
Wilt lead by cloud, all the night through
By light of fire,
Till Thou has perfected in me
Thy heart’s desire.

For my beloved I will not fear,
Love knows to do
For him, for her, from year to year,
As hitherto.
Whom my heart cherishes are dear
To Thy heart too.

O blessèd be the love that bears
The burden now,
The love that frames our very prayers,
Well knowing how
To coin our gold.  O God the Lord,
Do Thou, Do Thou” (Amy Carmichael).

There are times when we simply don’t know how to pray for a circumstance or a loved one. Try as we may, the words will not come.

I think even then God hears the groans and sighs of our petitions and knows what they mean. He hears the deepest desires of our hearts and knows best how to grant them.

Even when we have words, they aren’t always the best ones. Sometimes, we ask without such a limited point of view. Sometimes we ask selfishly. Sometimes we have too small a view of God and ask too little.

In Jan Karon’s Mitford series, Father Tim Kavanaugh always has his go-to prayer, or “the prayer that never fails,” as he calls it. The prayer goes “Thy will be done.”

You can never go wrong with leaving the matter in God’s hands.

Our Only Hope

“We do accept you Jesus. Your blood is our cleansing; your righteousness is our clothing. We stand accepted in the Beloved, all of us who have believed in your holy name. Let your people enjoy that sweet peace which comes of being justified by faith; and if any reading this who have not believed, oh that they might put their trust in Christ! May faith be wrought in them. May they cheerfully and at once receive the great atonement and be saved by it. Amen” (Charles Spurgeon).

Lord, You are our only hope of salvation. We bring nothing to You but our sin, but You receive us by nothing but Your grace that You fully displayed in Christ through His sacrifice on the cross. We receive Your forgiveness and claim our right to be Your children only through Your promise.

We pray that tomorrow through the many churches and services that multitudes might call on You for salvation and forgiveness. We ask that You speak powerfully through Your ministers that they proclaim the gospel forcefully and clearly. Deliver Your people from their addictions and strongholds. Strengthen many marriages and families and call out many people to the ministry and the mission field.

May You be high and lifted up in every church and every service tomorrow. Be glorified above all, Lord. Amen.

The Cut-Out Bin

Back in the day, they had a thing called a cut-out bin. Whenever an album didn’t sell very well, they’d put a notch in it and mark it down significantly in price. Usually, a band would have a super big record and then the next one for whatever reason just didn’t do as well. The point is that you could find some great stuff in the cut-out bin if you didn’t mind a little notch at the top left corner of the album.

Lately, one of my favorite pastimes is to flip through the cheap bins of records. At one place, they have a whole stash of $5 records underneath the regularly priced ones. I’ve been known to flip through every single one in search of the elusive and unique find. More often than not, I see a lot of easy listening music from the 50s and 60s, but once in a proverbial blue moon, I’ll find an old CCM album or a test pressing or something out of the ordinary.

1 Corinthians 1:27-31 says, “Take a good look, friends, at who you were when you got called into this life. I don’t see many of ‘the brightest and the best’ among you, not many influential, not many from high-society families. Isn’t it obvious that God deliberately chose men and women that the culture overlooks and exploits and abuses, chose these ‘nobodies’ to expose the hollow pretensions of the ‘somebodies’? That makes it quite clear that none of you can get by with blowing your own horn before God. Everything that we have—right thinking and right living, a clean slate and a fresh start—comes from God by way of Jesus Christ. That’s why we have the saying, ‘If you’re going to blow a horn, blow a trumpet for God'” (1 Corinthians 1:27-31, The Message).

A lot of us were the human equivalent of the cut-out bin. Hardly anyone saw any value in us or thought anything about us was special. More often than not, we were the ones who were ignored and passed over. But God chose those nobodies rather than sticking exclusively to the Fortune 500 club. He chose those no one else wanted because He wanted us.

That gives me hope. That means that all of us that God chose matter. Maybe not to the in-crowd or the fashion police, but we matter to God. And what God thinks about us trumps what anyone else thinks about us. Period. You matter to God because He made You, and He don’t make no junk. Just remember that the next time you feel unworthy and unloved. God loves you. That’s all that matters.

Back to 1995

I vaguely remember going to a concert when I was a student at Union University. I saw PFR with Jars of Clay as the opening act. I have no idea where the venue was, but I’m somewhat confident that the incident took place in 1995, give or take. I know this because that’s the year Jars of Clay released their major label debut.

Fast forward 32 years later to April 3, 2027 when I will be going to see PFR for the second time at the Cannery Hall in Nashville, Tennessee. To clarify, this is the first time I’ve ever seen them at the Cannery Hall, but the second time overall. Just in case anyone was confused.

I’ve learned that you can’t really go back. You can revisit the places and possibly run into some of the people, but it’s not the same. Places change. People change. I know I’ve changed. I can never put myself back into my 23 year old mind again. Then again, hopefully I’m a bit wiser for the 30ish years that have passed since then.

I’m hoping they’ll do some of the older tunes as well as the new ones. I’m just super excited that they’re back playing together again. They were one of my favorites back in the day. You know, the 1900s.

I also do hope it won’t be a super late night, because I’m not nearly the night owl that I used to be. I’m more of a mid-afternoon type owl, I guess. Maybe an early evening owl?

Sometimes

“Sometimes He calms the storm
With a whispered peace be still
He can settle any sea
But it doesn’t mean He will

Sometimes He holds us close
And lets the wind and waves go wild
Sometimes He calms the storm
And other times He calms His child” (Scott Krippayne)

Sometimes, peace isn’t the absence of storms but a blessed assurance within the storm that God is with you. To me, the ultimate picture of peace isn’t so much the calm sea but Jesus sleeping in the middle of a storm. And if He is with you, then you can be at peace, no matter how much the storms rage around you.

Just Thank You

Sometimes, it’s good to come to God and not ask for anything. You can simply sit in silence, or you can say thanks. At this point in my life, I figured God already knows what I need, even if I don’t.

I’m not saying never to ask for anything ever, but it’s good every now and then to let God know you’re thankful. I’m sure the Bible has a few things to say about the benefits of giving thanks, but mostly it’s good to be grateful because God is good.

Another Borrowed Blog Post

This is the perfect response to something that has been bugging me for a while. If we claim to be Christian and yet deny all the historic Christian doctrines, maybe we need to call ourselves something else. Remember, Jesus said it would be better to have a millstone hung around your neck and for you to be cast into the ocean than to lead a little one astray. May these words speak to you as they did to me:

“MY RESPONSE TO REV. FLOURISH KLINK’S CLAIMS THAT GOD IS TRANS AND JESUS “TRANSITIONED.”

I have deliberately taken some time again before responding to this because I don’t want to react merely because something sounds outrageous. But after reading Rev. Flourish Klink’s own published sermon, I honestly think we have reached a point where Christian theology is being stretched so far that eventually we will have to ask whether we are still talking about the Christianity of the apostles. Klink explicitly argues that God is non-binary and “trans,” that Mary assigned Jesus male at birth, and that Jesus was not merely transfigured in the resurrection but actually “transitioned.”

And respectfully, NO. I CANNOT FOLLOW THAT ARGUMENT.

Not because I hate transgender people. Not because I think God is a biological male. Not because I believe every question surrounding gender can be answered by shouting Bible verses at people.

I reject it because the argument collapses several completely different theological categories into one another and then asks us to call the resulting construction Christianity.

Yes, God transcends human biological categories.

Of course He does….

God is Spirit. God is Creator. He is not a biological organism whose divine identity depends upon chromosomes or reproductive anatomy. But from “God transcends biological sex” to “God is non-binary” to “God is trans” is not a logical necessity. That is an interpretive move.

And then the argument becomes even more problematic when it is applied to Jesus.

The claim is essentially that Mary saw Jesus and said, “Oh, look! A baby boy,” as though Mary was standing there making an uninformed gender assignment that heaven would later have to correct.

But Luke tells us something rather inconvenient for that theory.

The angel Gabriel said:

“And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name JESUS.”
— Luke 1:31 NKJV

A SON.

And Matthew records Joseph being told:

“And she will bring forth a Son, and you shall call His name JESUS, for He will save His people from their sins.”
— Matthew 1:21 NKJV

So no, Mary was not simply looking at a mysterious, genderless infant and imposing an erroneous identity upon Him.

THE INCARNATE SON WAS ACTUALLY PRESENT.

And this is where our Christology matters.

Jesus Christ is not God wearing a temporary human costume.

THE WORD BECAME FLESH.

John 1:14 says:

“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.”

The eternal Son genuinely entered human existence. He was born of a woman. He was circumcised. He lived as a Jewish man. He died bodily. He rose bodily.

And then we are told that because the disciples initially struggled to recognize the risen Jesus, perhaps Jesus had transitioned into His “true self.”

I genuinely had to ask myself:

WHERE DID WE GET THAT FROM?

The Bible tells us they did not immediately recognize Him.

It does NOT tell us that He had transitioned.

In fact, when Thomas encountered the resurrected Christ, Jesus invited him to examine the very wounds of His crucifixion:

“Reach your finger here, and look at My hands; and reach your hand here, and put it into My side.”
— John 20:27 NKJV

And Luke records Jesus saying:

“Behold My hands and My feet, that it is I Myself. Handle Me and see, for a spirit does not have flesh and bones as you see I have.”
— Luke 24:39 NKJV

“IT IS I MYSELF.”

That is the opposite direction from the argument being made.

The resurrection does not reveal that Jesus finally became somebody He had not been before.

THE RESURRECTION REVEALS THAT THE SAME JESUS WHO DIED IS THE JESUS WHO ROSE.

His body was glorified.

His body was transformed.

But there is no apostolic teaching that Jesus’ resurrection involved a gender transition.

And this is where I think we have to be brutally honest with ourselves as Christians:

YOU CANNOT TAKE A QUESTION THE BIBLE DOES NOT ANSWER, INSERT YOUR OWN INTERPRETATION INTO THE SILENCE, AND THEN MAKE THAT INTERPRETATION A TEST OF WHETHER SOMEBODY BELIEVES IN THE DIVINITY OF CHRIST.

That is an extraordinary theological burden to place on people.

Because Klink’s argument ultimately says that if you deny that God is trans, you are denying the divinity of Jesus.

No.

The divinity of Jesus is not established by whether Jesus can be fitted into a modern theory of gender identity.

The divinity of Jesus is established by the apostolic witness.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” — John 1:1.

“And the Word became flesh.” — John 1:14.

“For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily.” — Colossians 2:9.

That is Christology.

And honestly, I am becoming increasingly concerned about the tendency to take every contemporary cultural category and baptize it with Christian vocabulary.

Suddenly everything must be found in Jesus.

Jesus is being reconstructed according to whatever ideological question is currently dominating society.

And at some point I have to ask:

ARE WE DISCOVERING JESUS IN SCRIPTURE, OR ARE WE USING JESUS TO VALIDATE WHAT WE HAVE ALREADY DECIDED TO BELIEVE?

Because those are two very different things.

I can treat transgender people with dignity without believing Jesus was transgender.

I can reject cruelty without rewriting the incarnation.

I can believe that every human being possesses dignity because they are made in God’s image without turning God into a human gender category.

COMPASSION DOES NOT REQUIRE CHRISTOLOGICAL REVISION.

And please, let’s stop confusing disagreement with hatred.

I don’t have to despise someone to tell them, “I think your interpretation of Jesus is wrong.”

Paul was willing to confront theological error. The Bereans were commended for examining even Paul’s teaching against Scripture (Acts 17:11). John told believers to test the spirits (1 John 4:1).

CHRISTIAN LOVE DOES NOT REQUIRE INTELLECTUAL SURRENDER.

My final concern is this:

If the Church can take a modern category, place it upon God, reinterpret the incarnation through it, reinterpret the resurrection through it, and then declare that anyone who disagrees is denying Christ’s divinity, what exactly becomes the boundary of Christian doctrine?

At some point, we have to return to the ancient question:

WHO IS JESUS?

And my answer is not complicated.

He is the eternal Son of God.

He became flesh.

He was born of a woman.

He lived among us.

He died for our sins.

He rose bodily from the grave.

He ascended to the Father.

He is Lord.

I DON’T NEED TO REINVENT JESUS TO MAKE HIM RELEVANT TO 2026.

I need to know the Jesus whom Scripture reveals.

Because if we change Jesus enough to make Him acceptable to every generation, eventually we may discover that the Jesus we are defending is no longer the Jesus who saved us.

Penned by a burdened one” (Apostle Lawrence Ngano).

The Worst Case Scenario

One thing I’ve learned over my lifetime is that 99% of what I stay up late worrying about never comes to pass. Those dreaded worst case scenarios almost never happen. Usually, the reality is way less scary than my imagination and fears make it out to be.

But even in the unlikely event that worst case scenario comes to pass. God is still with you, and God is still good. Even if all else forsakes you, God never will. Even if the circumstances seem hopeless and dire, God is still able to work them into good.

Remember the cross. It was the foreordained plan from eternity past, but it was also God’s worst case scenario — losing His only Son. To sacrifice Him willingly for us who were not even His friends at the time is unthinkable. Why would He do that?

It was love that led Jesus to the cross. Love that took on the wrath of God for sin that led Him to take our punishment and give us His life. That was our passport to eternal life to come and life abundant here and now.

But it is a reminder that God is with us through the worst we can go through because He took the worst part upon Himself in our place. Nothing we go through can compare to Calvary and the agony of the crucifixion and all that lead up to it. Jesus as God suffered infinitely in a finite amount of time in our place, so that we could know infinite joy.

Remember that whenever you’re imagination takes you to a worst case scenario. Even if the worst imaginable happens, God is still with you and for you and working for your good.

An Excerpt from The Magician’s Nephew

This is an excerpt from the story that tells of the origins or Narnia, though it wasn’t the first Narnia book written. This is in honor of (or in spite of) the new movie coming out soon:

“This is the Boy,” said Aslan, looking, not at Digory, but at his councillors. “This is the Boy who did it.”

“Oh dear,” thought Digory, “what have I done now?”

“Son of Adam,” said the Lion. “There is an evil Witch abroad in my new land of Narnia. Tell these good Beasts how she came here.”

A dozen different things that he might say flashed through Digory’s mind, but he had the sense to say nothing except the exact truth.

“I brought her, Aslan,” he answered in a low voice.

“For what purpose?”

“I wanted to get her out of my own world back into her own. I thought I was taking her back to her own place.”

“How came she to be in your world, son of Adam?”

“By—by Magic.” The Lion said nothing and Digory knew that he had not told enough. “It was my Uncle, Aslan,” he said. “He sent us out of our own world by magic rings, at least I had to go because he sent Polly first, and then we met the Witch in a place called Charn and she just held on to us when—”

“You met the Witch?” said Aslan in a low voice which had the threat of a growl in it.

“She woke up,” said Digory wretchedly. And then, turning very white, “I mean, I woke her. Because I wanted to know what would happen if I struck a bell. Polly didn’t want to. It wasn’t her fault. I—I fought her. I know I shouldn’t have. I think I was a bit enchanted by the writing under the bell.”

“Do you?” asked Aslan; still speaking very low and deep.

“No,” said Digory. “I see now I wasn’t. I was only pretending.” There was a long pause. And Digory was thinking all the time, “I’ve spoiled everything. There’s no chance of getting anything for Mother now.”

When the Lion spoke again it was not to Digory.

“You see, friends,” he said, “that before the new, clean world I gave you is seven hours old, a force of evil has already entered it; waked and brought hither by this son of Adam.” The Beasts, even Strawberry, all turned their eyes on Digory till he felt that he wished the ground would swallow him up. “But do not be cast down,” said Aslan, still speaking to the Beasts. “Evil will come of that evil, but it is still a long way off, and I will see to it that the worst falls upon myself. In the meantime, let us take such order that for many hundred years yet this shall be a merry land in a merry world. And as Adam’s race has done the harm, Adam’s race shall help to heal it.”

C. S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

Going Back in Time

“Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal. Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club” (from the movie The Breakfast Club).

I may be the only one, but I very much doubt it. The older I get, the more I really want to go back in time. I don’t think I’d stay — I’d miss the new technology too much, especially the GPS that keeps me from getting lost. But I think I’d like to visit some of the place where I grew up and see some of the people that aren’t around anymore, even if only for a few moments.

I know there’s no Delorean that’s going to take me back to 1985. I know there’s no time machine that can ever take me back to my childhood. Sometimes, I wonder if my memories might be a little rose-colored, conveniently leaving out all the hard and stressful moments.

Still, I have memories. I have some really good memories. Plus, music always seems to act as a kind of time machine to take me back, especially if it’s a song from back when. It could be a certain smell, or a combination of smells that instantly takes me back. And of course, Christmas makes me more nostalgic than any other time of the year.

I think what I’m really longing for can only be satisfied in heaven. I do think heaven will be all those best moments in my life, multiplied by a million, and never-ending. It will be that feeling of the first day of vacation or the last day of school times infinity. Plus, I’m sure those people I miss most will be there.

So I’d still like to go back, but I’m not holding my breath on this one. I know that what lies ahead is far better than what lies behind me because with God, the best is still yet to come.

Confession Is Good for the Soul

“Do you have anything to hide from God? If you do, then let God search you with His light. If there is sin in your life, don’t just admit it–confess it. Never disregard a conviction that the Holy Spirit brings to you. If it is important enough for the Spirit of God to bring it to your mind, it is the very thing He is detecting in you. You were looking for some big thing to give up, while God is telling you of some tiny thing that must go–the very thing that God intends you to give up if you are to be a disciple of Jesus Christ” (Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest).

I think I heard the saying that demons die in the light. I don’t think whoever said it meant that actual demons die in actual sunlight like vampires. I think that hidden struggles and sins lose their strongholds when we confess them to others and don’t keep everything hidden.

Somehow, we in the Church got a hold of the idea that we have to present ourselves as perfect in public to be acceptable Christians. We say things like, “I don’t want to be a burden to anyone.”

But part of being in a genuine community is that we’re SUPPOSED to be burdens to each other. We’re not meant to carry our burdens alone but to share them. That means not only I carry yours, but you carry mine as well. And how can that happen unless we confess and confide those burdens with each other?

Part of the problem is that we try to put our sin in time-out when the Bible says to put it to death. Don’t let it hang around. Don’t test the limits of sin by seeing how close you can get to the edge of temptation without giving in. I think one passage says for there not to be even an appearance of evil among you.

That can be taken to legalistic extremes and give way to a judgmental spirit, but I think it can also lead to a sense of humility and self-awareness that leads to repentance and growth. So basically, confession IS good for the soul.