The Dull Cry of Dusty Words

Are we pulled so easily in the days of rapid fire information hemorrhaging, that we should neglect the simple source-work which might easily guide us to success?

We choose our fads, it seems, with the shades of our shirts... employing those principles which seem most pleasing to us in the moment, or the era. In one era, the fear of God must never be mentioned lest the hurting heart be damaged... or in reality, lest the room of teaching be not filled; in another era, the fear of God is the only salve for the heart laid waste, for the folly of the first sends us to the exclusive idea of the second. The tides are declared by the best sellers list. The movements made massive by the gurus of knowledge and insight. In few do we hear that while the fear of God will provide bandage for the wounds of our sin, His love will provide medicine for our healing. But then, that would no movement make, but balance incur; and excitement expel to find another best-seller.

Could it be that the faddish fetish for the popular has led us to the quirky denial of the simple?

To what source do we turn to find bedrock?

To what modern movement may we look to find Truth?

Should we not return to the God of our fathers and learn from men and women who sought Him as we might dare sojourn to do?

In the midst of being led this way and that, there is a text I have found. Dusty and maligned, often softened and turned this way and that to find a place of palatable portage... but remaining, despite our most extensive efforts, in pristine and living format. You will not find it easy, but simple will its message be.

We will not find it given to the ever-moving mob of fad-worship, but willing to be ignored for a day rather than changed.

We will find it constant and unchanging as the Being to Whose instigation it is ascribed.

"Sola Scriptura!" cry the old ones. "Sola Scriptura!" through the ages forgotten.

The drum rolls cease and symbols give no life for introduction, for long ago did we abandon the given Word of the Almighty God.

What more dull and unexciting movement might we suggest than such a slow and arduous text? Shall we devote ourselves to it unless it be reformatted into potable language? Shall we actually submit to something so classically bound and collected; something so anciently written; something so seemingly archaic?

"Sola Scriptura!" cry the old ones, and few hear the cry, for it does not package well. But this it does... it changes everything.

See then what has been traded for Truth, and how the two shall compare in the stomach of fulfillment.

When hunger supplants the insatiable desire for imposter fulfillment, perhaps we shall return... but I fear it might only be until the pipers play a different tune.

May it be not so with us. By some great hand of Providence might we return to Truth, and in patient consumption find the satiated appetite of our souls? Perhaps. It is to hope and dream in a day of many currents.

The Peace of Christ to you this day and always,

Pastor John