Monday, April 18, 2022
In the 1950’s our family did camping for vacation. We were novices back then. The first attempt at this was by trial and
error. Mom and Dad slept in the station
wagon, while brother Thom and I set up a small tent. We had no one to tell us, nor did we have the
sense of foresight to imagine, that you must dig a trench around the outside
perimeter of a tent, if you don’t want the result of a sudden downpour to
include me, in my air mattress, floating halfway down the trail in southern
Pennsylvania. That night became the imprinted
image on my mind’s eye of what it would be like to spend the first night of
eternity in Hell.
That image was created when I was a child. I’m a lot older (and a little wiser)
now. The image of Hell’s first
night is scarier! That image
still involves a tent. As Chris Ritter
recently wrote in an article, my new first night
in Hell involves a kind of Methodism John and Charles Wesley wouldn’t claim, or
even recognize:
Some types of
Methodism have embraced more of the original characteristics than others. But American Mainline practice tends contrary
to them all. Conversion gives way to self actualization. Manifestations of the Spirit give way to
respectable religious practice. The
drive toward primitive orthodoxy gives way to a wide, sagging theological tent.[1]
In a recent meeting on the campus of Duke University, in
the very chapel where I spent 6 years attending divinity classes and worship
events, the winds of new teaching made the Methodist-related school’s tent sag
a little further to the left, as the main topic was the legitimizing of
worshipping a god who is queer[2].
For You Today
In a related article[3] another Master
of Divinity student at that March 23rd meeting, proclaimed: You are never called to abandon
yourself…, which is a good bit different from what the Christ actually
did say:
“If any of you wants to be my follower, you
must give up your own way, take up your cross, and follow me.
Matthew 16:24
For a divinity major
to say something quite opposite of the words of Jesus, it might be a wise
choice to keep the day-job, and forget about proclaiming new winds of teaching
in this sagging Methodist tent. He just
might find himself floating away on his immature children’s air mattress when
the storm comes.
For those who are at
the helm of the sagging tent, read the words of James, the brother of our LORD,
who wrote a stern warning about steering the ship:
You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have
a blessed day!
[1] Title image: Pixabay.com Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©
[1] The Endurance of Methodism, Article by Chris Ritter
[2] Read the Article:
‘God is Queer,’ Duke Divinity Students Proclaim
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