Day-Year Theories

With the Lord, a day is as a thousand years, a thousand years is as a day.

With something so open-ended, you’d think caution might be used before calculating end-times stuff with it. Not for Rick Joyner!

Given the faithless perversity of our generation [another recurring motif in fundyism], Youtube comments were unsurprisingly harsh. Hearing the video, perhaps you’ll agree with those who said…

  • Give or take 100 years, that sold me!
  • I thought numerology was a tool of the devil.
  • The man couldn’t win a battle of wits against a microcephalic gerbil.
  • I see four and a half million things wrong with his timeline.
  • One problem with your crackpot theory; earth is far older than 6000 years.
  • Jesus told people…that there are some among you who will not taste death before my return. Show me a 2000 year old man and maybe I’ll listen.

You never know how ‘Day-Year’ Theory will be used; but you do know that whenever LDS [Last Days Speculation] happens, DYT paraphernalia WILL turn up for the event.

Race–It Matters More Than You Think:

Embodying courage to oppose racism.

‘…the proof of the presence of God among the Israelites was the absence of the black skinned folk of Canaan.’

The ‘ABCs’ of Racism

Appleby Baptist Church of Nacogdoches, Texas featured on the original SFL blog as a FWOTW [Fundie Website of the Week] four years ago. Today, we see that ABC hasn’t budged — on anything. Unapologetic, their website retains the disgusting screed pastor Dennis Anderson created 17 years ago, less a fortnight. Among Dennis’ assertions is this gem:

‘Satan wants to eliminate color by interracial marriages.’

Not a person of color, I must be right where the devil wants me. Why can’t we just see each other as people? Pastor D. has another beaut! It’s for

‘…the same reason you see a Poodle, German Shepherd, Beagle, etc. God made us different and set the bounds. You don’t get thoroughbreds by taking the fences down. You get thoroughbreds by putting the fences up.’

German Shepherd breeding standardization began in 1889. A fairly recent breed, German Shepherds shouldn’t be named here. Their ‘questionable’ parental origins could run counter to Pastor Dennis’ point.

Seventy-five years ago, the earth witnessed unspeakable horrors after a pagan ideology of blood, race and soil gained cultural dominance in Germany. That culture also claimed the designation, ‘Christian.’ And it dehumanized Jews and others, portraying them in the basest of terms. We know what followed.

Parents with smiling daughter. Racism is learned behavior.

Anderson’s thinly veiled analogy peddles the idea that interracial marriage is problematic since it produces mongrel offspring. He isn’t the first to pin a pagan ideology on God. He does give us good reason to be appalled by it.

Few congregations speak against interracial marriage as openly as Appleby Baptist Church. One suspects that more think as he speaks.

Race. It matters. Probably more than you think.

John 3:16 and the Sacerdotal Baptists

Sacerdotal

‘For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life’ [Jo 3:16].

The Problem Stated:

God in Christ has established solidarity with humanity. God’s love bestows great honor, dignity and worth. His love bestows worth by his calling, by the destiny to which he leads us, and by enabling us to respond to God.

Love provides intimations of honor, dignity and worth. But sometimes, no intimations of love exist to counterbalance the overwhelming testimony of eyes and ears against our claims to ‘love.’ If only we could imitate God by trying harder. That’s more easily said than done. God love and patience toward us are limitless. We know we should do the same toward others. But for now, maybe we should just tell people that we ‘love’ them.

The problem is, God lavishes grace and love with such scandalous ease!

A ‘Workable’ Solution:

So say we minimize humanity’s honor, dignity and worth. We check those and other blessings of God’s grace into a spiritual repository. By virtue of his position, the pastor is the guardian and dispenser of these blessings.

As you work, contribute, serve church programs, and more or less directly elevate the pastor, you gain his favor [and maybe God’s also]. Pastor can then access the repository for blessings and dispense them as favors for faithful and obedient service rendered. There may be other perks also — as pastoral attention, or recognition of your ‘value,’ work and devotion to the congregation. And as you’re now ‘like us,’ you’ve become lovable.

Loving you is no longer such a challenge. Hey — you’ve earned it!

Enter Baptist Sacerdotialism:

sac·er·do·tal·ism | noun: religious belief emphasizing the powers of priests as essential mediators between God and humankind.

Supposedly Rome is the natural home of sacerdotal theology. AsSacerdotal Baptists God’s representative on earth, the Church retains his grace in its care. This grace can then made available to those who confess and serve. Absolution is proclaimed. Honor, dignity and worth are restored. Go now and sin no more.

While preparing this post, I learned that I’m not the first to reference ‘baptist sacerdotalists.’ The word ‘sacerdotal’ may be new to you; but perhaps you’ve seen similar dynamics in IFB sects you’ve attended. How odd this is, given that IFBs may use Jo 3:16 more than anyone! Anyone sensing a little tension here?

Rome has been around for a long time. They’re bound to have picked up some tricks along the way. Perhaps IFBs are cleverer than we thought.

Well … some of them anyway.

Despicable Acts and Moral Rectitude:
Friday Challenge

I didn’t do it. I’m not proud that I didn’t. I’m wishing I did do it. I’d be a better man for it.

It Happened Yesterday

Woman in Hajib
Woman in hajib

Two men were before me. One was 70ish and tall [six foot, three/four inches], and solidly built. I followed them into the store. Two Mid Eastern women in hajibs were leaving. They were about nineteen, give or take a year. Two at the most.

The tall guy twists toward his buddy and says something. Just as the girls passed, his torso pivots back again. Roughly half on, he plows her face and chest. Hard. BangShe is lithe and about half his size. She staggers back several steps before catching her balance. Steadying herself, she looks his way.

I watch a moment for a profuse apology. She is doing the same I’m guessing. To the astonishment of us both, it doesn’t happen.

He wasn’t looking in her direction as he spoke to his buddy. He may not have realized her proximity. However he could not fail to feel that contact.

Without afterthought, he continues on his way. Her face register shock. I had a similar look, but not for long. Quickly I felt revulsion, then anger.

What the %(^*~&}@! is This?

This wasn’t about being an ignorant jerk [true as those observations are]. Here was a man presuming that he could assault a woman with impunity. Hey! She is a Mid-Easterner! But worse, I vindicated his vile presumption.

Just as it dawned on me what dynamics lay behind his vile behavior, her eyes broke contact with mine. She and her friend left. With this girl and her friend out of the picture, there was no point in decking this guy. But I’d be lying to say I wasn’t tempted sorely to do it.

I was supposed to be the guy in the photo. Instead, I was the silent bastard who let Mr. Rose Blossom saunter off without proper chastisement. Thoroughly disgusted with my despicable behavior, I spent a good part of yesterday considering the meaning of moral rectitude.

Sins of Omission

It is curious what does and doesn’t disgust us. People feel guilt for many things. Some get bent out of shape if they forget to pray over a meal. Yet they can be oblivious to truly injurious things such as assaulting a foreign woman in broad daylight. Why? She’s a woman; she’s a Mid Easterner. So that can be passed off easily as an accident followed by utter heedlessness.

It is one thing to feel guilt for failing our commitments to pray, complete assignments or attend a meeting. But how does one measure that against the moral failure to experience guilt for not defending a young woman? One thing–should I see this again, I’ll react more quickly next time.

Today’s Friday Challenge:

This isn’t a call for confessions. But if you’ve observed that curious value/perspective thing on things that “do but needn’t” versus “don’t but should” get us ‘bent out of shape,’ share them. Perhaps you’ll help us all.

How is it that we lament little things but then give a free pass to grievous matters where moral rectitude requires some measure of accountability?