A Bible believing evolutionist? Fiction. The two can never reconcile. Christianity without cost, that places no demand on the sinner to change? A Fabrication fashioned to fondle the flesh. Story telling sermonettes that fail to warn those in peril? Mere romantic notions that promise a happy-ever-after but actually end in tears. Such is the fictionalising of the gospel that today dangles millions in a chasm halfway between truth and fantasy!
The most compelling fiction is that which weaves just enough reality into its tapestry, but carefully conceals the truth. It throws before its broad and baying audience a wide and open road stretching in the evening glow over the brow of the hill, but the cliff edge on the other side is carefully hidden from view. The tumbling souls who were promised heaven in a hand basket perish in their ignorance, grappling the crumbling edge, while the masses press forward unaware and entranced, rolling forward until it is too late. Falling over one another in fearful realization the crowded edge spills its victims into a Christless eternity.
And I am not here speaking of the unchurched. Many in this number are the faithful pew-warmers we politely smile at as we fullful our religious quotas.
“Not everyone who says to Me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in heaven. Many will say to Me in that day, ‘Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonders in Your name?’ And then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from Me, you who practice lawlessness!'" Matthew 7:21-23
Is the gospel no more than a story?
I am struck daily by the fearful thought that the Bible is true!
A soft story gospel that oozes with love but buries holiness and the demands of justice is a fearful fiction more dangerous than an 'honest' lie. At least an outright lie has the decency not to pretend it is anything other than falsity. But a lie clothed in truisms, basted in Biblical notions, is the most innocuous poison a man can swallow.
How has the voice of the Church been silenced?
If One God is not preached, to the exclusion of all others, it is a fiction.
If Jesus is not proclaimed as the ONLY way to salvation, it is nothing more than sugar coated falsity.
If the Bible is not accepted as authoritative from the very first "In" to the final "Amen" it should never be considered.
65 billion years of accidental alchemy is not even close to the creation account we read in the Scriptures, yet how many minds are polluted with the evolutionary lie?
Our flesh may scream and kick, and our mind may revolt, but the Word and all of it, every ounce and inch of ink, is truth or not at all. You cannot piecemeal the pages and pick and choose the palatable portions.
The Bible is all or nothing!
Without the first Adam, the Second Adam makes no sense at all.
Without original sin plunging mankind into hell bound collision with holiness the cross is just a fiction. A fanciful one but fruitless. The bloodied bones and body of the Nazarite teacher would be little more than a concoction of time and tide, a well-meaning zealot driven by a misguided notion of saving the world. Ultimately a fool dying for a fantasy.
But we know He is the Truth.
So why are we fearful to fully expose ourselves to the scrutiny of His words?
What stops His people from fashioning their lives completely on Christ with no other calling or care?
How is that the gospel is so caked with the cream of the world that we look and sound just like it? Is there substance underneath all our talk of personal fulfilment, prosperity and peace? Why are our hearts not broken at the searching words of Jesus, and our lukewarm response to His call?
Are we not afraid that judgment will come suddenly to the house of God first?
Are we content to cultivate a cream-puff Christian community knowing that Christ's coming is just around the corner?
What quality of faith are we cultivating that can believe for all we need when none can buy or sell but by bearing the mark of allegiance to our enemy? (Revelation 13:16-18, 14:9-11)
Are we raising an army or coddling an adult kindergarten?
Are we not like the people of Noah's day, blissfully unaware that our demise is immanent?
"But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, and knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be." Matthew 24:37-39
Such words strike fear in my heart!
The prevailing religious culture drunken on the pleasures of the world is so all-encompassing we barely know we are enveloped by it. And when the world is torn apart, we will tear and bleed with it. Our intimate entwinement of soul will leave us lampless and lost when the lights go out.
To say we need to wake up is an understatement of the century. Perhaps of the millennia.
Today is the time to disentangle while you can. Now is the time wean yourself from the world and begin to chew the meat of God's truth more seriously.
Is this a message that is easy to swallow?
I choke to even write it!