Quia Amasti Me, Fecisti Me

Craving Clarity, We Attempt To Eliminate The Risk Of Trusting God.

One Of The The Loveliest Lines I Have Ever Read Comes From Brother Roger, The Prior Of The Protestant Monks Of Taize, France: 'assured Of Your Salvation By The Unique Grace Of Our Lord Jesus Christ.' It Is Still Difficult For Me To Read These Words Without Tears Filling My Eyes. It Is Wonderful.

To Ignore, Repress, Or Dismiss Our Feelings Is To Fail To Listen To The Stirrings Of The Spirit Within Our Emotional Life. Jesus Listened. In John's Gospel We Are Told That Jesus Was Moved With The Deepest Emotions (11:33)... The Gospel Portrait Of The Beloved Child Of Abba Is That Of A Man Exquisitely Attuned To His Emotions And Uninhibited In Expressing Them. The Son Of Man Did Not Scorn Of Reject Feelings As Fickle And Unreliable. They Were Sensitive Antennae To Which He Listened Carefully And Through Which He Perceived The Will Of His Father For Congruent Speech And Action.

The Story Goes That A Public Sinner Was Excommunicated And Forbidden Entry To The Church. He Took His Woes To God. 'they Won't Let Me In, Lord, Because I Am A Sinner.' 'what Are You Complaining About?' Said God. 'they Won't Let Me In Either.

The North American Church Is At A Critical Juncture. The Gospel Of Grace Is Being Confused And Compromised By Silence, Seduction, And Outright Subversion. The Vitality Of The Faith Is Being Jeopardized. The Lying Slogans Of The Fixers Who Carry Religion Like A Sword Of Judgment Pile Up With Impunity. Let Ragamuffins Everywhere Gather As A Confessing Church To Cry Out In Protest. Revoke The Licenses Of Religious Leaders Who Falsify The Idea Of God. Sentence Them To Three Years In Solitude With The Bible As Their Only Companion.