I remember hearing Dr. J. Howard Edington preach a message based on Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43, titled, “Jesus and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” at Beeson Divinity School (07/30/97). Since then, I discovered sermons similarly titled with a different name based on a different text, featuring Moses, Job, and Paul. If we knew with certainty that Hezekiah wrote Psalm 120; we could title this message, “Hezekiah and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.”
The comments of Moore were emotionally charged reactions, not well reasoned responses. The ERLC consistently states that it is its desire to show churches how they should respond in the midst of difficult cultural crises. Well, do we really want our churches and pastors out there emoting in the public sphere in a manner inconsistent with James 1:19-20?
I grew up in a generation that didn’t have childproof bottles, cabinets or electrical sockets. We didn’t have car seats, seatbelts or airbags. I have probably ridden a thousand miles lying in the back window of a car with the sun beating down on me. My brothers and I rode bikes, hung upside down from trees, jumped off roofs, climbed hay bales and rode to town in the bed of a pickup without adult supervision.
Is it possible that some of our church plants receive members in this fashion? Yes, it is altogether possible, especially when one considers that one of America’s leading church planting networks is led by a Pastor whose congregation is among those accepting members in this manner. Is it possible that the network is training their church planters to embrace non-immersed membership as normative?
Am I a racist because I think a Grand Jury indictment is necessary before judging a man guilty (whether that man is white, black, or purple)? I don’t think I’m a racist at all. I think I’m a responsible citizen with a Biblical worldview. But when I see what the ever-more-left-leaning Evangelicals (like my fellow Southern Baptists) are preaching about the Ferguson fiasco, I am made to feel like I’m a racist.