In God, whose word I praise,
in the Lord, whose word I praise—
in God I trust and am not afraid.
What can man do to me?
- Psalm 56:10-11
I was born into a Presbyterian family. My father was a ruling elder. My mother did everything: choir director, organist, historian, bookkeeping and filing, and women’s class Sunday school teacher. We were at church more than the preacher. Of course, that might say something about the preacher.
I joined the church at 12 years old. At 14 years old, I got my God and Country award in Scouting, having memorized the Shorter Catechism, studied the Book of Church Order, and a lot of other things. We read the Bible every night before bed. By the time I was 16, I had probably read the Bible from cover to cover 15 times.
I was about as Churchie and religious as you could get. A number one Pharisee of the highest order.
Maybe that’s why it was so hard at 16 to accept Jesus as my Savior. It wasn’t until over a year later and over 500 times saying the salvation prayer that I truly accept Jesus.
When I accepted Jesus, my mother feared that I would leave the church, join a commune, never cut my hair again, never take a bath again, etc. Instead, I joined a Methodist church mission team to evangelize at other churches, but I stayed Presbyterian.
If some do not know, the Presbyterian organizational structure was brought before the writers of the U. S. Constitution, and that, in part, is one of the reasons that we have a representative form of government.
I read a lot of blogs these days, and many are complaining about the government. Some representatives on the Dem side want to trash the constitution, but the constitution has only failed us recently as the sides have entrenched themselves and refuse to acknowledge that the other side is even human, much less smart enough to have a point.
When it comes to trashing the constitution, they should be removed from office, since they swore an oath to protect the constitution… I know, they lied, just like the lies they used to get elected.
But when I started with “I am fed up!” I was referring to the Presbyterian form of government, not the swamp in DC.
I asked a youth leader to read David Robertson’s new book, A.S.K. The youth leader blinked a couple of times and said, “I am glad that you are enthused about the book.” The youth leader then turned and walked away.
What? If he’d given me any normal type of reaction, I might have been willing to teach from it. What was that response all about?
Then it hit me. If I had gone to the committee and made a proposal, and the committee modified the proposal so that all the life and soul in what I proposed would be removed, then the committee would present their destruction of my proposal to the session. The session would shrug and maybe send it back to the committee for more study. It would then get forgotten. Then the committee would lament, “Why does no one come up with any good ideas?”
I suggested the book because youth, of youth group age, asked the questions that David Robertson addresses in the book. Each question has suggested further reading, a discussion, Bible verse(s), questions for further discussion, and a prayer. Duh! When I attended youth groups, we’d bend over backwards to have someone do that much to help the youth group’s Bible Study. Then I asked myself: ‘Do the youth even have a Bible Study these days?’
And the questions in the book are what the youth of today are asking!!!! What better?
But no, let’s kill it in committee. Let’s tell the Holy Spirit that He is not wanted here!
Sorry, that may have gone too far, but in my place where I do my writing, I listen to the Holy Spirit. I have no time for committees.
Have I evolved, or more appropriately been sanctified (in my view: not hardly – and please do not think me crazy. God is working hard on my sanctification, but He’s got a long way to go, but am I …), beyond the Presbyterian’s ability to provide me a church family? Or should I keep my suggestions to myself?
I have a presentation coming up in October. A different committee has made a few suggestions that I have rejected and a couple that I am begrudgingly accepting. I am stuck with working with them, as nothing happens without it going through a committee, but I admit that even a “one man show” requires a lot of helpers to get it to happen. Note: Some of the committees call themselves teams, but that is just a play on words.
But I continue to have nightmares about the “camel.”
You know what a camel is, do you not?
It’s a horse, designed by a committee.
With our government designed by committee and my church denomination’s government designed by committee, I am getting to be a nervous wreck!
But the Scripture above is there for a reason. I need not look at any ‘government.’ I need only use one mantra. “God is in control! God is in control!”
Soli Deo Gloria. Only to God be the Glory.