Pride, Piper, and Politicians

Things are starting to warm up like a New England Puritan chowder. Politics is at the root of many evils, but it is not the central evil. The role politicians should have in our lives is the same as an ox eye daisy: “We love him, we love him not” with the “we love him not” pedal winning the day almost always. Yet, we bear a fifth commandment imperative to respect and keep a close eye on them. And when they disappoint us, we should dispose of them quicker than the leftover daisy and bring in the new guy. Politicians are not sacramentum, and we owe them no allegiance, except the allegiance of quiet and peaceful servant-hood. We should weigh that battle carefully and discerningly.

It came to my attention yesterday as fast as a lightning strike on twitterdom an article by one named John Piper. In fact, I read it within seconds of its publication. It should be noted that I read between 8-10 Piper books in my life, and I had the occasion to dine with him and a few others in an ETS conference in 2003, and sat under his general tutelage for the last 20 years. I am a connoisseur of evangelical information and there is nowhere you go in Baptist-land where Piper’s name is not known. My graduate background and pastoral writing world also puts me in close proximity to all the players in the Evangelical-dom. I am more generous than Bilbo and tend to like them more often than not.

Still, as one who consumes evangelical data faster than most, I see little things called trends. And the trend these days is to make black and white moral decisions about politics, which generally means that the pendulum swings to the Bernie side of things rather than the Cruz side of things. I have seen it so often in college campuses that I guess we could call it a “trajectory.” It’s one reason dads need to get their kids reading Proverbs early and listen to the ethics of the ants, and throw in a Puritan or two to moderate our inner libertinism. We need to shape their minds early on the things liberals hate to talk about: centrality of the Bible, worship, Lord’s Day attendance, and manliness in an age of kale yogurt.

Back in 2009, Piper was really astute when he said that in the constellation of things, he could see himself voting for the lesser of two evils, even if they were both pro-choice candidates. What would lead Piper, a charismatic, calvinist, evangelical, to get to the point where he cannot parse between private piety and externalized piety? I have seen this story before. Piper gets wrong the distinction between sins within its proper hierarchy.

An unrepentant adulterer 20 years ago, or an arrogant man, or a divisive man struggles with private piety for a variety of reasons. It may even be his lack of faith altogether. But those internalized sins do not form category of thoughts for culture in most cases. I am going to go out on a limb here and say that no man has seen Trump’s history of adultery with a Playboy beauty and said, “Yes, I am going to follow his example and adulterate because the president did.” This is a basic distinction that anyone who reads Ethics by Jefferson, Bonhoeffer, or Schaeffer would see.

To equate these two is almost to make a mockery of the civic codes of Moses that carefully distinguished categories of sacrifices and sins. All sin deserve death, but not all sin is created equal. But when Joe supports abortion at all stages, envisions a society where little boys can become girls, wishes to nationalize policies completely at odds with federalism, and endears himself to clear enemies of the Church, then we have a problem, ladies and gentlemen. Biden’s sins are external sins at the policy level. Yes, Trump is all the things Piper says he is, but Biden is all those things as well and his external impiety is enough to swallow Korah.

It’s not that Piper is wrong, but that he fails to be truly be right. He asserts two right things and approaches the praxis entirely in error. If in theory he’s right, he fails the praxis test, as John Frame would say. He fails to navigate the consequences of elections. Would you rather have a man who nominates a Catholic judge with seven kids, a 12-passenger van, two adopted children to the bench? Or a man who would never ponder for a second putting the ACB’s of this world in any bench? A man who fumbles through Christian speech, but is at least able to hear Christian speech? Or one who surrounds himself with worldly causes almost always supported by the most ungodly in the populace?

Why, tell me, are my mainline Christian friends, almost everyone of them, sharing an equal love for the Biden team and an equal love at the LGBTQ rallies and an equal passion to force down pro-choice legislation so antagonistic towards the man in the White House? I tell you, it’s not because he cusses in locker rooms, it’s because his positions tend to lean towards the side of legalists like you who still believe that until we figure out this baby-killing business, nothing else makes much sense.

Piper may not vote for anyone in this election, but I remain highly concerned about his trajectory. He changed his position since 2009 and he has every right to do so. I change my views on food daily. But what Piper cannot do is falsely equate actions. Pride is a dangerous thing and can lead to all sorts of painful consequences, but Amy Coney Barrett and religious freedom and a host of other healthy conservative causes at the very least means that Trump’s pride has not affected the common policy sense. It’s a result of someone who plays well for his team. But what do we call a man who seeks the destruction of the unborn and policies that any common-sense evangelical should call evil? I think I will stick to the ol’ way of speaking: pride.

Democrats are Ducks!

I will refrain from discussing politics this morning. I do want to say, however, that for the last two evenings my wife has incessantly ridiculed my taste for liver. No matter how well I cook it–with butter, Vidalia onions and spices, the mockery and the signs of disgust continue. It has been a difficult season in our lives, which reminds me that Facebook has no sense of humor. They had the audacity to treat one of my favorite Monty Python “Burn the Witch” bits as if it were a threat to society. The impertinence of this platform!

The scene begins when the village brings a woman accused of witchcraft. Their conclusive and zealous assertion is that she looks like a witch and therefore must be one. The case unfolds and reaches a crescendo when the village ponders how to test a witch. “Why do witches burn, after all?”
“Because they are made of wood.”

BEDEVERE: Does wood sink in water?

VILLAGER #1: No, no.

VILLAGER #2: It floats! It floats!

VILLAGER #1: Throw her into the pond!

CROWD: The pond!

BEDEVERE: What also floats in water?

VILLAGER #1: Bread!

VILLAGER #2: Apples!

VILLAGER #3: Very small rocks!

VILLAGER #1: Cider!

VILLAGER #2: Uhhh, gravy!

VILLAGER #1: Cherries!

VILLAGER #2: Mud!

VILLAGER #3: Churches — churches!

VILLAGER #2: Lead — lead!

ARTHUR: A duck.

CROWD: Oooh.

BEDEVERE: Exactly! So, logically…

VILLAGER #1: If… she… weighs the same as a duck.. she’s made of wood.

BEDEVERE: And therefore?

VILLAGER #1: A witch!

CROWD: A witch! A witch! A witch!

When the The Babylon Bee made a distinctly brilliant connection between the accusatory tone of Senator Horino towards Judge Amy Coney Barrett to the false witch trial in the Monty Python scene, Facebook lost its mind. Quoting G.K. Chesterton in the Wall Street Journal, Kyle Mann nails it: “Satire has weakened in our epoch for several reasons, but chiefly, I think, because the world has become too absurd to be satirised.”

My wife does not like liver, neither do my children and the vast portions of human civilization, but I accept them as human beings. They have every right to be wrong and lack sophistication! But I am certain, however, that the political climate has reached the point of absurdity and the absurd opens the gates of insanity. And what happens when they discover that a duck floats? And that she is not a witch? Their humor disappears!

The reason we can no longer laugh at the absurdity of the left is because we have stopped living uproariously in this world. The atheists of the 19th century hated Christians because they lived the good life without complaint and laughed too much. Our problem today is that we don’t laugh enough, which means we have lost our sense as image-bearers to laugh at evil, as God does (Ps. 2).

Let’s be honest: we should make fun of anyone who eats liver. And I, as a liver-lover, should take it like a good conservative and laugh with them as I taste and see the goodness of God in every bite. In the end, it’s all pretty comedic; like politics and those who think boys can become girls.

Life is not like a box of chocolates; it’s more hilarious than a randomized selection. It’s more like liver. I hear it floats in the water. Like a witch. Therefore, Democrats are witches which means they are all ducks.

Experiencing the Living Christ

What would it have felt to experience the Lord of glory in his earthly body for three years? To dine with Jesus, to sing with Jesus, to laugh, to cry, to hear the Word made flesh speak words to our flesh? And then to taste of his death with the bitter herbs of a funeral liturgy? But three days later, to taste of the fatted calf in his resurrection and believe that through his hands stained by the blood of death, pierced by the tools of evil men; to believe that he is alive again!

Imagine the emotional roller coaster you have experienced only to have him say to you 40 days later, “I am leaving.” This time, I am not going to Sheol, I am going to heaven; to reign for you and with you, and I am sending my Spirit to be within you.

Jesus ascends, so we might dine with the experience of his death, burial, and resurrection at the forefront of our minds. The Lord who died was raised; the Lord who was raised ascended; the Lord who ascended will come again. Like the earthly disciples, we too dine, sing, laugh, and rejoice together around a table with a vindicated man-made flesh, Jesus Christ.

Glorifying God and Enjoying Him Forever

The world’s most famous catechism asks, “What is the chief end of man?” The answer is equally well-known: “To glorify God and to enjoy him forever.” This answer provides a very comprehensive worldview. It gives a definitive purpose: to glorify, and a definitive state of being: to enjoy him forever.

But what strikes me about this catechism answer is the use of the word “and.” It separates the concept of “glorify” and “enjoyment.” These are two separate exercises. The answer is not to glorify God by enjoying him forever, though it would be true. But we glorify God, and we enjoy him forever. This is not abstract art or philosophical meandering; it’s a very distinct answer to life’s questions.

In an age when people walk around wondering what to do in life and when people seem uncertain if there is an objective way of looking at the world, the catechism comes right at you with no apologies. We glorify God, which is to say, we make his name weighty. We carry the weight of God wherever we go, and as we make God’s name weighty, we also have a distinct pleasure of enjoying him. There is a duty and a state of being.

Worship brings these two acts into focus: in worship, we make the name of God weighty, substantial. And we also enjoy God as we enter into this state of rest in the context of his people; the Word, the Sacrament, the fellowship, the singing, the enthusiasm of being with one another in heavenly places.

Let us glorify God and enter into a state of enjoyment together with the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Voting and Tempers

We are now entering these closing days before the election. Everyone who accompanies politics as a personal pastime is somewhere between disoriented and optimistic. I often play the role of a pastor to a small flock in Pensacola, whom I love more than anything. By now, they should know that politics is important as long as it submits to Zion. But I also acknowledge that there are a few dozen folks who don’t breathe my theological air but find the sort of things that I publish to be fruitful. I am grateful for all the positive feedback I have received through COVIDness, and I am incredibly thankful for all the private comments made. But pray tell me, why the preface, sir?

This entire preface serves to illustrate that disagreements will prevail in the coming weeks as they do at every Thanksgiving table in America about the nature of the turkey. The bad news is that our disagreements should prevail, and we ought not to run away from them. Of course, this is not the time to speak of rhetorical tricks for these upcoming days. But we should note that tempers will be running towards zealotry faster than Michael Phelps at a pool, and to quote grandma, “Be careful, children!” Good friendships should endure far beyond our disagreements on face cloths, political strategies and the superiority of a Chick-Fil-a sandwich.

For the record, ever since I have started caring about the political process, there comes a time in the days leading to an election that people suddenly become legal scholars and trained political philosophers. They become more passionate about the process than St. Nick when he slapped Arius at the Council of Nicaea (so the rumor goes!). That’s the nature of things!

To be clear, I have made subtle and precise observations throughout that this election is about trajectory. In other words, the things we care about like life in the womb, and the second and third thing after that shape our diagnosis of the problem. For others who find the abrasiveness of Captain Orange to be too much and who are overwhelmed by his tweets (count me in!), and who operate under the premise that the “pro-life” issue is too minimalistic to expect from an election and that racial issues and a greater call to unity is a more desirable approach and that we should contemplate a broader approach to politics that may give us a more sound understanding of life, like for instance, the “Pro-Life for Biden” fan club, then I have a few words for you. If you don’t happen to like that enormously long run-on sentence, you are not going to like the run-on sentence they have for you once you embrace that position.

For starters, as Biden said tonight, the idea of an 8-year-old seeking out a transgender surgery is par for the course. Or as he eloquently stated, “There should be zero discrimination!” Oh, and if you didn’t pick up that hidden mic during the ACB hearing, sister Feinstein said she is concerned because Amy Barrett seems to hold too closely to her religion when it comes to pro-life. BeYes, that dogma thing! And remember also that Biden wants cops to shoot people on the leg like a nerf gun fight in my living room. And finally, do not forget that leftist ideology embraced by the vast majority of Democratic politicians are woker than a puppy. These things should give you a great pause.

Let’s be honest, friends, we don’t live in the Puritan era anymore, so you don’t have to live by your pastor’s counsel when it comes to voting (though I hope you will at least respect your local pastor more than any politician), and you don’t have to vote to be a trusted member of a community. But you do have to cherish that when you do vote, you are voting for the trajectory of language to go one way or another. You either are voting for the continuation of the familiar language of traditional social norms (see my previous post on the “Horses and Chariots” principle), or you are voting for the degradation of classical categories. As my friend Gary DeMar stated, our vote is not a love commitment; it’s a chess move.

As for my line of work, don’t worry, the church will be all right. Hell hath no fury like a Church scorned. If anyone should mess with her, God has his ways, and they are a lot more severe than ours. Yet, we ought not to forget that our ability to seek the good, or at least the continuation of the common good, does not come through abstract conversations but it does involve at the very least speaking your mind between now and November 3rd. Life is hard and thinking through life is also hard and making decisions in life is even harder. It’s all a part of that glorious growing up thing. So, let’s behave, kids! But let’s not be naïve.

Laughter and Paradox

In his book “All things Considered”, G.K. Chesterton writes that “some people laugh through their tears while others boast that they only weep through their laughter.” There are moments in life when laughter and tear flow paradoxically side by side. And I think this is a metaphor for life. Life is not divided easily into moments of laughter and moments of tears.

The only One who can make sense of this paradox is Jesus. Life is incomprehensible without the Person of Jesus Christ. A world apart from Jesus, the Messiah, is a world where paradox reigns; but in a cross-shaped world, our dilemmas and enigmas find resolution in Jesus. We may not know why things happen the way they do, but Jesus invites us to taste of the answer with one another through life together, and that life begins as we come into his holy presence.

O God of great mighty, filled with wisdom and truth, grace us with your presence that we might find our perplexities and problems solved in your abiding presence with your people.

Loving Men Like Men

The most masculine thing a man can do to strengthen the masculinity of his masculine nature—which incidentally is masculine from its first breath—is to love another masculine man. And I write that last sentence as a testament to authentic masculinity and manhood in every conceivable biblical definition. But the fact that I’ve had to explain myself and even defend myself in the most masculine of terms means that we—of course, us men—are lagging in our pursuit of virtuous manhood.

I suppose there was a time when most men operated under a fundamental assumption about manhood; the tobacco-spitting kind, but also the “poetry is good” kind as well. The confusion around the sexes is so meticulously absurd in our day that we need to make sure we are acting out our inner Napoleon, whether we’re 5’0 or 6’3. That’s a real pity because I long for a time when I can look at a brother and say, “I love you,” and his response is something akin to, “Love you too, bro!” And the two of us go our merry away back to our wives and nine children without blinking.

I attend an institute of the godliest men I know. Most have beards, which is not the entrance ID, but it does communicate our desire to sing imprecations to God’s enemies a lot more man-liny. There is something prophetic a beard communicates; like that time oil dripped down from Abraham’s beard. But I digress. During the passing of the peace, we get up and kiss other men on the cheek. Paul would have been proud (II cor. 13:12 and a bunch of other verses). In our sanitized culture, a firm handshake will do, but the kind of handshake that leaves a tiny bruise in the inner hand bone; or a cool “COVID” fist-bump. Whatever suits you, but please do something.

Men who love other men are the best disciple-makers. They connect theology with emotions. They hear well but also rebuke well. They speak the truth in love, not in some obtuse fashion. Christian men are not bound to the laws of culture, but the biblical (first) and Christian traditions (second). For the past 12 months, I have read Paul, Augustine, Bonhoeffer, Eberhard, C.S. Lewis, and my fair share of Tolkien on friendship and love.  And the one thing they seem to all have in common is this sense that brotherly love historically makes our modern relationships look pitiful and impoverished.

Out of the many lessons in writing and reading is the lesson that man respect another man whom they know love them in the biblical sense. We have divorced love from friendship, and our relationships are thin and destitute. David and Jonathan are mere symbols of a by-gone era now hijacked by pro-homosexual causes. Paul and Timothy’s relationship is interpreted as purely professional. The reality is that for those who find this conversation uncomfortable, the lesson is you have strayed from mother church so far that you are content in loneliness. But for those who find this entire conversation at least intriguing, ask your pastor when is the next opportunity to be around other men, and be there. It’s not your masculinity that is in danger when you absent yourself from other men; it’s your humanity.

In Praise of Southern Culture

As someone who grew up in the south, as in 700 miles south of the equator, I grew up removed from much of the southern culture in the U.S., though I have learned to treasure it immensely in my last twelve years in North Florida; or as we call it, Lower Alabama.

I often hear from friends in the North/Northwest part of the country who seem to view the south with a profound sense of incomprehensibility. “Why all the ‘yes, sirs’ and ‘no ma’ams'”? “What’s with all the smiling?” A friend even told me it feels like they are playing the deception game of niceness first, then knife in the back second.

At other times, similar friends inquire how can I as a liturgical minister function in a southern baptist culture that share little to no liturgical sympathies with us? Much of it requires an adjustment that can be quite difficult for those coming from other parts of the country. There is an answer to this, however, and it’s as simple as apple pie and grits. It’s actually in the concept of linguistic familiarity.

Linguistic familiarity implies, a) accepted expressions, and b) a priori commitment to ideals. The reason we, in the south, can function in such a harmonious level politically, religiously, and sociologically is because we agree with forms and styles of speech, but more than that we also share a commitment to certain moral ideals that are simply assumed down here. It may be lived imperfectly, but it is certainly assumed.

For instance, Southern Baptists may not think in liturgical categories, but we can all gather around a fire from completely different denomination histories and share a high sense of biblical authority, and a deep affection for the providence of God. Now, this may be demonstrated differently by some, but by and large, my affections for a southern baptist will always be greater than the local episcopal church whose origins climb up north in the country.

Another way this plays out is in the sense of familiarity we may have with complete strangers wherever we may be. We affirm similar rituals for daily life. Greeting others, holding doors, praying in restaurants, and a little “God bless” here and there provide a sense of comfort and home which incidentally is why no one who has lived here for some time will say, “Well, I am looking for the cultural warmth of California for a change.”

I remember a visit I did to Oregon many years ago. I sat down in a restaurant with my host. And then I made a grave mistake. When the waitress, whose attitude was more undeveloped than a three-year old child, asked if I wanted a refill, I promptly said, “Yes, ma’am.” Her panic at my reply led me immediately to think I had cussed at her in a foreign tongue, which in her estimation was exactly what I had done. I had insulted her age and made her feel like she was, you know, old…like in her 40’s. How dare I! My host quickly jumped in and told her that I was from the south. The waitress sounded relieved but also annoyed.

Of course, there are multitudes out there who cherish the inherent beauty of their land, but they may never understand the homogeneity of southern culture because they don’t have the fabric of a familiar speech or presupposed unity of ideals. For many, this unified view of life down here leads to charges of superficial Christianity and memes about guns and trucks. But you know, ya’ll, I like the familiarity of culture and language. It assumes we can all come together at the church’s potluck this Sunday.

Raising Daughters to Glorify

You inquired about what general principle I’d give as a pastor on how to shepherd daughters. You noted my little book on fatherhood where I mainly focused on training boys to be kings. But there is a different kind of texture when it comes to parenting girls that the book does not apply.

One central principle is brewing in my mind over the last few years and I want to lay a brief overview of it. One of the first concerns facing young ladies in our day is the need to embrace femininity in its all glory. After all, woman functions as the glory of man (I Cor. 11:7) and that biblical assessment ought to shape how fathers prepare their daughters. The woman is not the head of the man, and therefore, her role is fundamentally doxological. She exists to be glory before she glorifies.

Young teenage girls are not in need of exposure to the world or pep talks on how professional you can be in a man-saturated world, she is called to understand what glory means and how her presence can communicate that role in the life of her future husband and community. Fathers should not instruct young ladies in the art of the deal, but in the art of glory. Therefore, she is formed first and foremost to bring glory to God as a future woman, and to prepare herself to be a source and giver of glory to others.

But what is glory? The concept of δόξα (doxa) in Paul’s writing provides a clear relation between the glory a woman bestows as a result of the proper headship of a man. A woman cannot–in its pristine sense–bestow glory unless or until the man adequately understands his role as head. A thwarted version of headship belittles the woman’s glory-role. Thus, in its ordinary role, a father prepares his daughter to be a glory-bearer to her future husband.

It appears that we have not said that loud enough because we are not accused enough of patriarchalism. A well-informed Christian father/man should know that when ungodly voices accuse us of patriarchalism because we believe in the priority of the home for our daughters or that we imprison our little girls with archaic ideals, we should rightly laugh. The reality is they don’t know just how powerful godly and principled women can be reigning from their headquarters.

The other false sense of daughter-raising we hear from unseemly voices is that we are keeping our daughters in a servile posture all their lives. But that is false in every conceivable way. We are not training daughters to never leave the home, we are training daughters to be satisfied in the home so they can shine their glory outside of it. If dads attempt to raise overly assertive/independent young ladies who despise the home and cherish the professional standards of the world, they will quickly realize that they are contributing to the rise of feminism and not femininity.

The mothers I know are not only feminine, but they are also glory-givers in their hospitality, kindness, and wisdom. Fathers need to begin their principled training with their young daughters with that end in mind. Equip them to glorify the home and their husbands, and many of the other societal concerns fade. I know I have more to say about this in the future.