Robert E. Lee, the great Civil War general, was on his deathbed when he took a deep breath and exhaled a final order: “Strike the tent.” These last words were those of a pilgrim whose life here on earth was spent sojourning. He knew that his beloved Virginia was never his home or final resting place. The picture he paints of a man breaking camp to head off in a new direction was one he’d experienced many times as a soldier serving on a military campaign. When the order’s given, it’s time to move on. To strike a tent was to pull its pegs, wind its guidewires, and fold the canvas into the pack. Lee wasn’t fleeing the earth. He wasn’t retreating or on the run. He was breaking camp for Kingdom come. So, what exactly was the tent that Lee was looking to have taken down and packed for the journey across the Jordan? We tend to understand a man’s essence to be found in his soul and we tend to think of his physical body as but a house; an instrument for our spirit’s expression. But when we die, what should be done with this house? What is a proper way to dispose of the “remains”. While the Bible doesn’t give clear directives on the question or post any prohibitions, our practices do say something about our worldview and our hope. This week’s article for discussion is Grave Signs, written by Russell D. Moore. This somewhat provocative essay by the president of the Southern Baptist Convention’s Ethics & Religious Liberty Commission, challenges its reader to grapple with the question of whether cremation is consistent with biblical Christianity. Our aim will not be to decide the right and wrong of the matter as much as it will be to use the issue as an exercise in understanding; a kind of theological obstacle course run. Please consider joining us for what will likely be a lively discussion on death. God bless our study!

 

Click Here to read the article for this week, entitled “Grave Signs”

To find God is to begin a lifelong pursuit of Him. This sounds like a contradiction or a bit of nonsense, but it’s true. When a man falls in love with a woman, he does not ask for her hand in marriage that he may end his pursuit of her, but only to begin it in earnest. So it is and should be in a person’s relationship with God. When a person is called by God and surrenders his life to Him, he has found God in fullness and secured the promise of spending eternity with Him in heaven. But what salvation also wins for the believer is a newfound peace with God that leads to fellowship, intimacy, and real friendship with Him. Too often, our church’s pulpits and programs have taught that a person’s pursuit of God ends in baptism and that’s a terrible mistake. To those whose growth in God has been stunted by such spiritual malpractice, A. W. Tozer has written a wonderful word of challenge and encouragement. Tozer’s The Pursuit of God reads like a modern day prophecy written to a people in exile and offers the would-be pilgrim a clear pathway back to the Promised Land. A group of us here at the church are reading through this book and meeting on Sunday mornings at 8:30 to discuss what we’ve learned. We’d love to have you come and join the pursuit!

Should parents childproof their house or houseproof their child? What do speedbumps say about a city’s opinion of its citizens and their integrity? Do chastity belts produce good Christian girls?

Too often modern man is caught trying to pick the lock on Eden’s gate as he works to make a world with “no alarms and no surprises”. Our anthropology today has man’s nature being something altogether good. Any evil actions must be the result of poor nurturing and nothing else. Man doesn’t need to change; his world does. In The Terror of a Toy, G.K. Chesterton gives us an antidote to this error in essay form. We’ve all been bit by the viper and its venom is in our bloodstream, but this Sunday’s discussion should be good and timely medicine!

Click Here to read The Terror of a Toy for Week 4

 

Somewhere in the Sonoran Desert in Scottsdale, Arizona you’ll find the frozen remains of Ted Williams. Somewhere in San Juan, Puerto Rico you’ll find the old bones of Ponce de Leon. And somewhere in the foothills above the Dead Sea you’ll find the sodium chloride reduction of Lot’s wife. Death is difficult to live with. It doesn’t do to run from it. It’s not living to dance with it. And it’s not right to spit at it. The Bible thinks it best to be prepared for it by beating the old stinger to the punch. While the world conspires to have us either embrace death or think nothing of it at all, the church is called to dispel the power of death by welcoming it into our consideration and calculation. As we look this week at an old tale and a couple of famous poems, let’s look to sit with the enemy – uncloaked and without his scythe.

 

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How is it that we freely do so many things we despise?  Perhaps we’re not so free after all.

In Shooting an Elephant, we have a haunting, brutally honest confession of a powerful man, powerless to do what he knew was right.  This wonderfully written little essay by George Orwell serves as a rich mountain for us to mine; providing the coal to fire a discussion of our own powerlessness in the face of unending societal pressure.  I hope that, as we gather for this Sunday’s roundtable, we’d be as sober in our assessments of ourselves and as unflinching in our pursuit of the honest truth.  Are you tired of shooting elephants?

 

Follow this link to read “Shooting an Elephant” by George Orwell.