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Walking each other home

My wife has a quote on her wall that goes something like this:

“We are all just walking each other home.”

I like that. It is a great perspective.

I have spoken enough of my experiences in Reformed Churches. I still believe that the creeds of the reformation were excellent for their times. They did what any of the best human documents can do – point to Christ in the culture they were written in – and they did it excellently.

I haven’t changed my classical theology, and I am grateful for it.

But somewhere along the way, conservative churches lost track of the gospel. They forgot about walking the wounded home to Christ, and made it their goal to tell everyone what was wrong with them. They took the doctrine of inerrancy and fashioned it into a club to beat one another into submission. The object of their worship became power instead of Christ.

There are reasons for that, which I will get into another time.

I ask forgiveness for the part I played in that. It did no good at all. No one has ever been shamed into the kingdom of God.

One step further – I believe in the Holy Spirit. I was recently accused of “going rogue” since I left the RCUS because I didn’t have any “brothers” to reign me in.

My first response is that I never had that to begin with. I had evil and twisted false witnesses making up accusations and finding reasons to dis-fellowship me, but I never once had an engagement with a “brother”. Not one of my accusers ever spoke to me nor did my former denomination ever correspond with me at all, before or after my trial.

So the impression that I left behind concerned brothers is not a correct impression, and I needed to correct it.

That being said, I still have a few wonderful friends in my former denomination, who have expressed concern for my welfare and I thank God for them, and do not at all wish to downplay their Christ-like behavior. There were a handful who worked hard to try to preserve my good name, make sure I was provided for, and gave me prayerful support and help.

Since I have moved to Faribault, I have visited several churches and met many wonderful people. I will always remember them fondly and keep them in my prayers. I am thankful for the opportunity to minister to them, and for their ministry to me.

So all of that out of the way – here is my announcement:

My family and I have found a church home! The three of us all came to that conclusion separately, without any pressure from one another. The Holy Spirit led us to our new church home.

The lead pastor spoke of his belief in the conscience and the power of the Holy Spirit, so he does not feel the need to acts as a busybody over the affairs of others.

The sermons have been fantastic. The hymns are moving and wonderful (mostly old Reformation Hymns, with some more modern ones) and we love the liturgy. The scripture reading, the creeds, the sacraments, the prayers, the responses.

I met with the pastors with some questions for myself. They believe that the new theology of “eternal subordination” is weird, and have never heard it before. Their Christology is orthodox and Nicean, unlike most modern conservative churches influenced by Complementarianism.

They have never heard of Doug Wilson, don’t give a fig what MacArthur has to say and don’t promote “Biblical Counseling” or threaten excommunication for those who seek therapists.

And this was a big one for me – they are active in the community. We just put together school bags for children who are needing supplies. We actively support food banks, shelters, and all the other things that would cause me to be accused of being “woke”.

I don’t care. If “woke” means compassionate, empathetic, respectful and loving, safeguarding the dignity of all human beings and their stories, then I proudly embrace it. My daughter is embraced (not physically, because she can’t deal with physical touch) and welcomed. The church is right across the street and she walks over for Bible studies, and group meetings or just to sit and sing and pray and she is welcomed, and no one has ever told her what she should be like.

So today I carried our papers to the church office and Susan and I officially became members of First English Lutheran (a member of the ELCA).

For those of you who are now concerned about the affirming and egalitarian position of the ELCA, I appreciate your concern. Most likely you belong to a church where women can’t vote in congregational meetings or read the Bible in church, so follow your conscience and I will follow mine. I will always side with liberty of conscience and the power of the Holy Spirit and the dignity of men and women.

I have just lost the urge to continually tell others what to believe or how to think. I want the world to know Jesus.

I want the world to know that “Whoever calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”

And if it is a choice between the ugly, hateful cauldron that the conservative, complementarian churches have become, and proclaiming the love of God to everyone who walks through the door, I will choose love and leave correction (if needed) in the hands of the Holy Spirit who knows far more that I do.

He knows about your abuse, your background, your family dynamics, your brokenness, your sin, your gifts, your beauty, your excellent qualities and the cancers that eat away in this sin-filled world.

He is far better equipped to cure the cancer, drive out the demons, and heal our tumultuous emotions and loves and hates without destroying our humanity, our imago dei, our will, our beauty and our gifts.

So I am OK leaving it with Him.

And instead of a political position, I will eat the bread and drink the wine of the Lord’s Table, and confess to the world:

I believe in God the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth

I believe in Jesus Christ, his only begotten Son, our Lord

Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, dead, and was buried. He descended to the dead.

On the third day He rose from the dead. He ascended into heaven and sits at the right hand of God the Father almighty. From there he will come to judge the living and the dead.

I believe in the Holy Spirit. The holy catholic church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting

Amen.

So instead of throwing stones at one another, and continually telling everyone what is wrong with them, let’s just walk each other home, to where Jesus is, sitting and reigning at the right hand of God.

He’s got this. Walk with me, won’t you?

For those who are now overwhelmed with the urge to tell me everything that is wrong with me, believe me, I know better than you do, so please just save your words.

Thanks for listening.

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Smiling Wives, Obedient Children and Shostakovich

One of my favorite composers is Dmitri Shostakovich. He wrote his most famous and most moving works in Stalinist Russia. His masterpiece (in my humble opinion) is his fifth symphony, composed in Leningrad in 1937. It was triumphantly received and he became the darling composer of the communist regime.

But it was forced. The symphony is brilliant because on one level, the final movement seems like a joyous, triumphant march. It was interpreted as such by the powers that be and they loved it. The triumph of communist youth in the world.

But Shostakovich had a deeper message. He interprets it himself years later.

The rejoicing is forced, created under threat, as in Boris Godunov. It’s as if someone were beating you with a stick and saying, “Your business is rejoicing, your business is rejoicing”, and you rise, shaky, and go marching off, muttering, “Our business is rejoicing, our business is rejoicing.”

You can beat someone with a stick and teach them the rote memorization of the law: “Your business is rejoicing, your business is rejoicing”. And if your gulags are terrifying enough, you will have compliance.

But you will not have love. You also will not have the obedience that God delights in. There is a difference between a slave and a son (or daughter).

In a recent flyer for a church plant (CREC, of course), I saw this and immediately thought of Shostakovich.

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I’ve lived that kind of “obedience”. The only way to achieve it is with a very large stick. The children cower behind the wife with a smile plastered on her face while the husband makes the rounds. She usually has stomach problems, ulcers, chronic pain, anxiety – but dare not allow the pain to show. The children used to scream and try to run whenever they saw the building, but they since have learned to keep their feelings to themselves. Now they just look scared and empty.

She will never break her smile to face her brokenness or deal with her pain and loneliness because she is too frightened.

And the children will finally break free when they are big enough to fend for themselves and want nothing more to do with Christianity, because they thought that this was what Christianity was.

But it isn’t. It’s what Paul calls the letter of the law written on stone. It is Shostakovich’s big stick – “Your business is rejoicing!”

And it kills.

It is funny to me how the conservative evangelical right wing church, on one hand so terrified of being taken over by commies that they cower in fear of elections, have become so similar to the chief communist dictator. Stalin would rather have the front of those rejoicing under threat than deal with any affront to his own power. This is the heart of Project 2025.

Sound familiar? “Your business is rejoicing!”

Smiling wives, obedient children, large sticks, human corpses waiting for a resurrection – pasting smiles on their faces in terror while the journalists from the west are touring.

How many of you have experienced church just like this: Paste your smile on. Terrify your children into staying small, quiet, “well-behaved”, and don’t you DARE let anyone know what you are actually thinking.

Home is the gulag. Church is the show.

When you see this and you see it used as an advertisement, you know something about the group:

1. They aren’t a church. The church is where wives sometimes weep and children are safe to ask questions and men are humble and all rely on the cross of Jesus, not manmade rules. Widows and single moms and addicts and those with broken sexuality and hurting bodies and confused minds come to find life, not to learn how to paste a smile on.

2. You know that they don’t understand the resurrection. The day will come when God will wipe all tears away, and today is not that day. As long as we are in this body of death we weep and mourn and hurt and comfort one another, longing for a resurrection.

3. And this is the big one. You know that beneath the smiles and obedience is someone with a very large stick. “Your business is rejoicing”.

4. They don’t know Jesus. Jesus never shamed the weeping woman, or the crying child, or the restless teenager. He came to save sinners, not to bring a stick to beat them with.

This stuff and these people have the smell of death, which is why they hate the cross. It is death to those who are dying.

But it is life to those who are ready to be free.It is life and peace to the one who weeps, the one who mourns, the one who is poor, the one who hungers and thirsts after righteousness.

But the one who is rich he sends away empty.

They are fine going away without Christ, anyway. Because the Jesus they want is one who knows how to keep the women in place, the kids quiet and out of the way, the men masculine and horny, and the girls pliable and under control, and the right politicians in power.

But this Jesus is just a figment of imagination. When they see that the least is the greatest, and the greatest is the one who serves and that there is only room for sinners at the table, the “rich man” scoffs and wants nothing to do with a Jesus who would hang out with people like that.

People like publicans and sinners. People with mental health struggles. People who are real and wounded and come for healing, people who cause fusses and make messes, and weep and mourn.

Jesus, the eternal Son of God, came to free those who are imprisoned by the big stick of the law. He came to teach us how to mourn, how to sing, how to laugh, how to cry out, and how to dance.

He desires, above all, that all of his children are released to be free. Free to feel. Free to speak the truth. Free to love. Free to exercise gifts and invest talents. Free to wiggle and to cry and hurt.

He came so that we might cry “Abba, Father!”

Yes, even the women. Even the children. Even the men.

I, for one, am sick of the peddlers of death under the guise of Christian pastors, and pray for their days to be short.

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Does it turn out well?

I’m not sure I know how to write anymore. I sit down and try to get pixels on the screen, and my thoughts blur. My former life seems so long ago and I wonder if I even should write, what I would say, would anyone care, is there even a point…

Five years ago today, I created a small group of friends and shared with them a prayer request:

I’m just sharing this with a small group – those who are less likely to fill my page with adverts for essential oil and pressed juices…

Anyway, please pray for our daughter Margaret.

Right now she is in the hospital with seizures, pain, fever, headache, nausea – etc.

She’s also “altered” for want of a better word. Just not quite herself. She doesn’t respond like she normally does, and is very, very lethargic – mostly sleeping.

Just to explain one thing a little, she hasn’t checked her phone for about 18 hours.

Last night, she lost awareness of her surroundings and was unable to communicate with us for quite a while. That has come back, she knows we are here, but still isn’t really tracking.

Her fever stays high and they can’t find any cause.

She’s had 2 CT scans, EKG, EEG, tons of blood work, xray, etc, etc. and so far there is very little to go on.

Right now we are waiting for the Doc. Since she can’t advocate for herself, one of us is here all the time. Susan just went home to sleep and I am here now…We’ll tag-team it.

The admitting doctor suspects that she will be here through Sunday.

Five years ago. We didn’t know it at the time, but this was to be a long journey. For the next six weeks, we sat by her bed not knowing if she would live or die. All that the doctors could do was wait and see.

She had a virus that made its way into her brain and started killing off the tissues. About 40% of what used to be there is now just dead tissue. She had a 20% chance of survival.

But she lived, and now she has permanent brain damage. Many of you followed our journey.

Later on, one of the elders of my church rebuked me for staying by her bedside instead of keeping office hours.

He also told me that I asked for prayer too much, and that everyone had problems…

I wondered what it was about conservative, right-wing religion that hardens the heart so much.

I also started my journey into the mysteries of the brain and the personality and anxiety and regulation and holy crap how did we get so arrogant as to think that the problems of the world could be solved with making better choices?

Like I said – I don’t think I can write anymore. I feel shriveled and empty. My wife just thinks I need to take a break…but I try to process by writing.

So many things that I was so sure of evaporated during those 6 weeks, and the five years after that. I realized that behavior was far more complicated than our dogma declared it to be.

We mock the homeless and think that if they only weren’t sinners then they wouldn’t be homeless.

If single moms learned how to be chaste, they wouldn’t have to take my hard-earned money for food stamps (Yes, I actually heard that).

If victims quit being victims and just got on with life, we could all move on and pretend like everything was going to turn out all right.

What was she wearing? What were they eating? What were they drinking? Did they homeschool the kids, raise them right?

“Who sinned? This man or his parents that he was born blind?”

But watching my girl in the hospital I started asking myself questions.

What does one do when the part of the brain that interprets data isn’t there anymore?

What does one do when the part of the brain that takes in the stimuli from the outside world is twisted and inaccurate?

What does one do when the part of the brain that tells you that you are in danger gets stuck and you can’t unstick it?

What if you have no way to regulate shame, anxiety, worry, emotions and just end up screaming because you don’t know what is happening to you?

And through that process of thought, it occurred to me that the way the modern church uses the Bible is not the right way.

Let me explain – Jesus told the Pharisees this:

“You study the Scriptures diligently because you think that in them you have eternal life. These are the very Scriptures that testify about me, yet you refuse to come to me to have life.”  (Jn 5:39–40.)

Humanity’s natural religion tells us that if we do good things, good things will happen. If we make good choices, everything will turn out OK. God blesses those who obey, and his curse lies on those who don’t obey.

It is deeply engrained in us for we are image-bearers of God, we were created that way.

The problem is, that we are fallen and subject to death. All of us have fallen short of the glory of God. The way to Eden is blocked and now we all are outcasts.

But we still think like Cain does. If we could just find the right formula, the right sacrifice, the right choice to make, we could enter into God’s favor again.

The Pharisees believed that as well. They would even say, “I thank God I am not like other men…” giving a nod to grace.

But ultimately everything is a transaction. Do this, and good with come. And that colored everything about how they read the bible.

Gay people? Stone them. That will fix it.

Adulterer? Moses said she should be stoned. What about you?

Transgender people? God made male and female. Obey. That will fix it.

Cut of the hand. Pluck out the eye. Chop off the foot. Drive them back into hiding.

Anxious people. DON’T BE ANXIOUS!

Worried people. DON’T WORRY!

I remember a minister in my former denomination preaching on spiritual comfort. He had a contemptuous sneer on his face while he called down shame on those who struggled with taking comfort in the gospel. “How dare you!” he would shout.

I think he thought that would actually work.

They searched the scripture. Found a verse to apply to the situation. Declared it to be fixed.

I saw an app the other day. You would look up your problem, and the app would point you to a Bible verse. That will fix it. If you are still angry, hurt, sad, depressed, discouraged, sick – then you must not have enough faith.

If you do things right, all will be well.

The problem is, as Jesus told the Pharisees, they missed the point of the whole thing, because they missed Christ. Jesus didn’t come to lead us to Moses.

How can anyone read the purity laws of the Old Testament without fear and terror? Who will escape the stoning? Who will escape the slaughter, the shame, the horror. Does the book of Leviticus fill you with love and peace and joy? Or does it cause you to look for a Redeemer?

Do you know how many animals were killed when Solomon dedicated the temple? Do you know what that would have smelled like?

Which parent would take glee in denouncing their child and casting the first stone against him? Do you want killing fields outside of your town?

Do we gather the townspeople together to watch the public burnings, brandings, disfigurements, amputations?

The curse of the law is exactly that – Satan’s weapon against humanity. And before Christ came into the world, the world delighted in law and order.

Impalings, tortures, crucifixions, beheadings, scourging…

Which one of us would be able to stomach a crucifixion or a stoning? Jesus said, “Let the one without sin cast the first stone.” And that’s the problem, isn’t it?

What kind of cruelty drives the heart that wants to bring back the law? Will it excuse you? The stones that you throw today turn against you tomorrow.

Which law will you pass that will put an end to gayness? Transgender people? Broken sexuality?

Can people just decide not to do it anymore?

Why would we delight in driving people back into hiding when God says, “Where are you? Come out. Talk to me.”

The law brings death. The curse of the law is a weapon in the hands of the One who Enslaves Humanity – Satan himself. He temps us to sin, then denounces us with the curse of the law. HOW DARE YOU – he shouts.

And the other side of the coin – if we could just free ourselves from the sinners, all will be well. No matter what the problem is, you will find a verse in the Old Testament that calls for it to be put to death.

I’m reading the law again. It is good for me, because it points me to Christ. But it is hard going. Who wants to live in a world without Christ?

Who wants to live in a world where stoning, impaling, crucifying, floggings, degradation, shame, are used as weapons under the guise of law and order?

Moses didn’t bring about a world that anyone would want to live in. Moses showed the world what the curse of the law looks like, in all of its ugliness and shame. And even then, with the “perfect law”, every still died. Everyone went into exile. Everyone suffered as slaves.

It’s like God was saying to all of us – you want to follow the religion of Cain, the religion of “Do this and live”? This is how it ends. Read the end of Judges. Read the end of the Kings. This is how the curse of the law ends.

And then Moses showed us Jesus in pictures and stories, and taught the faithful how to yearn.

“O that salvation would come out of Zion!”

Because all scripture points to Christ. The impalings, the stonings, the shame, the pain, the death – he touched it and took all of it on himself and crushed the head of the serpent, putting an end to the curse of the law.

So why would anyone want to go back?

I told you I had a problem getting my thoughts down. Bear with me…

If righteousness could come by the law, the Christ died in vain.

Jesus lived a perfect life on this earth, without sin. And it didn’t turn out well for him. He was crucified, he died. He was buried.

This is the result of the curse of the law, and he bore it all. He took Satan’s weapon on himself, and through it crushed the Enemy’s head, and took that weapon away.

And then he rose from the dead.

We don’t need more people shouting “How dare you” at us. We need a resurrection.

Our brains are far more complex than we imagine. The motives, the desires, the longings, the wiring, the experiences and the culture that human beings dwell in effect everything about us.

I think, in my meandering way, winding along a river of thought, that Maggie illustrates this pretty well. There were those who told her everything she needed to do to get better. Just be productive. Quit being anxious. Pray more. But those things just lead to death.

She can’t process any of that. She still blacks out. She still has panic attacks and anxiety. She still is physically hurt when lights go on suddenly or sounds hit the wrong frequency. She still has Tourette’s and tics and vocal noises. And none of this can be fixed by anything under the sun. She doesn’t need the law or its curse.

She needs a resurrection.

Just like all of us.

And now, five years later, we get small glimpses of future resurrected Maggie when the light shines through. When the age to come bursts through the age of death that we are in. It comes in the moments when she sits on the lawn in her special spot singing hymns to her bunny. When she waters the flowers for the fire fighters across the street. When she bakes cookies for the police department. When she says, “I pray for youuuuu”.

And when she cries and lashes out and wants to die and does it all publicly on Facebook, it is easy for many to think about the law, and maybe wonder why she doesn’t make better choices. And then, you shamefully see (maybe) that those things are not the heart of Maggie. Those things are the Powers that hold her in bondage, waiting for the Lord of Lords to cast them out and set her free.

And so, like everyone else, we wait for the resurrection and long for the Groom to come and claim his bride. We wait for his embrace, just like everyone else.

We make our choices. Some are OK. All are tainted with sin. We have moments of light in the darkness. And we have pain and suffering and loss. And those things won’t go away until Jesus casts the powers of darkness and the curse of the law into the lake of fire where it belongs, and what is left is Love.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus.

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