Thoughts on Music

For some unknown reason, lately, I’ve been getting my music fix in an odd way: Some old tune will come into my head and, if I’m lucky, I’ll also get a few lines from the song. In the middle of humming over it, I’ll google my phrase and see if I can learn the song. And that’ll be my song for the next week or so. Invariably it’ll be something relatively obscure. Here are my current favorites:

Be Thou my Vision

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me save that Thou art.
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great father, I thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for my fight
Be though my dignity, Thou my delight
Thou my soul’s shelter, and Thou my high tower
Raise Thou me heav’nward, O Power of my power

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou my inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only, Thou first in my heart
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s son
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my vision, O ruler of all.

And…

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung my flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it, mount of Thy redeeming love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer; here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.

O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, prone to leave the God I love,
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning, I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washéd linen, how I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come my Lord, no longer tarry, take my ransomed soul away;
Send Thy angels now to carry me to realms of endless day!


The interesting thing about both of these songs is that they’re both full blown hymns. They’re not even the century-old mini-hymns with cute little choruses. They’re just hymns. You get to sing them once through and then you stop, because it sounds really dorky to go back over the whole thing. Fortunately, they’re both of them long enough that, by the time you get done singing the whole thing, you’re satisfied enough with singing it that you don’t feel the need to repeat. If you want to sing some more, you need to go ahead and move on to the next song.

I’ve heard it said in several places (and it’s not exactly a new complaint) that these older songs are somehow better – usually because they’re deeper, more doctrinal, have more content, or something of that sort – than the new songs that seem to consist entirely of a chorus. The argument seems to be short songs = bad, long songs = good. The irony is that most of these people have their categories backward: the choruses are actually the longer songs because you can repeat them ad infinitum. I’ve been in services where we sang the same chorus for 20 minutes or more. Ideally, a good worship service should have both: the hymns provide a thrilling survey of a set of ideas about God, and then the chorus comes up behind it and digs deep into a single thought.

The real culprit in our services, as far as I’m concerned, isn’t that we sing one kind of song over another, but that the whole service is too short. Even if you have a hymn that has five stanzas, it does you little good when you sing only the first two and then the last one. In the same light, it doesn’t do a lot of good to sing a song designed to repeat if you only sing it through three times. So many times we’re like Joash, only striking the ground three times with our arrows. If the purpose of the worship service is to meet with God, we need to “hit the ground” a few more than three times with our worship. We can’t just follow a form of what we randomly think might be “enough.” We need to pursue this thing until we actually do have an encounter with God, or at least until we’re pretty tired.

Rice Pudding

I bought me some Kraft Rice Pudding Handi-snacks the other day, and I just finished my first one. I’ll tell ya, they ain’t like momma used to make, but they sure to bring back memories.

…mostly memories of my mom complaining that she had to get up at 4 in the morning to make the stuff.

I don’t know what her problem was. She got up at 4 in the morning anyway…

News

I believe that I have two types of readers on this site. One group consists of family and friends who have known me for a while and hardly ever see me. They wish I would generally post more newsy information about what’s going on in my life. The other group consists of people I have met by visiting and commenting on other people’s web sites. These people, to the best of my knowledge, aren’t interested in the Chronicles of Kyle. I assume these people are far more interested in what I have to say. I may be wrong about this. I may be reading my own bias into things, because honestly, I’m mostly only interested in what I have to say. Nevertheless, sometimes I feel that it’s necessary to talk about events instead of ideas. When I do so, it’s my goal to tell things in as amusing a way as possible to avoid boring my readers who, otherwise, don’t really much care. I have no idea how often I’m successful at it. Sometimes life is just… boring.

With that in mind, my mom has been asking about my job. I did get the new admin position at my work. I’m not entirely sure yet what exactly it’s going to entail. The biggest area is going to be “reports,” which basically means taking a bunch of statistics and presenting them in an intuitive manner. We have a program on all our computers that keeps a log of every person’s calls—what phone line they called, how long the call was, how long they worked on the call after they hanged up. Since we are supposed to log into this program when we first get there and only log out once we leave, it also keeps a pretty good record of attendance and tardies. So I’m supposed to keep track of all that data. Additionally, I’ll be in charge of tracking schedules: vacations, emergency time off, and who worked what shift for whom. I think I’m also in charge of the department supplies. I’m the post-it note dealer on the block. I give you free samples, but then I gouge you once you’re addicted to the things.

I’m not sure about this, but I believe the second part of my job is going to be to create a standard practices handbook, so people can look up how to do their jobs. Right now the sum total of our understanding resides in the minds of the two people who were part of this department before they moved it to charlotte. Ever see what happens when 2 people know how to do their jobs, but the 30 people around them really don’t? It ain’t pretty. We do have a few people who’ve been there for over a year, and they pretty much know what they’re doing, but they all have different habits of doing things. Quite a few of them rely more on their experience working in other centers more than they do on our actual policies. We don’t have a record of our policies, so why shouldn’t they?

The great advantage of my new job will be normal working hours. Up until this point, I’ve gotten enough money to live on mostly by making sure I was on call at the drop of a hat. As a result, I’ve been able to keep my hours up nearly around 40 a week on average. I’ve also been getting up at 9:00 at night and going to bed at 2 in the afternoon, missing church services and sleep like crazy. You have no idea how much I now appreciate a nice 8-5. (Although, I suppose Valerie might.)

Other than that, I really can’t tell you much about my new job, except that it starts after the 4th of July. I haven’t started working it yet, so I really don’t know.

In other news, I’m going to a wedding in West Virginia this weekend. I’ll be getting off work at 8:00 am and leaving immediately for all parts north. It’s a 7-8 hour trip, so I expect to get there between 3 and 4 in the afternoon. I then expect to be very sleepy. This is why it is so darned all-important that I get some sleep right now instead of writing a bunch of things on my weblog. (sleep! Macbeth hath murthered sleep! Macbeth shall sleep no more!) If it weren’t for the whole sleep thing, I’d be really excited about getting to see two of my friends getting married. But all I can think about right now is how much frappuccino I’m going to have to consume to avoid causing a major traffic event on I-77 North.

And lastly: my roommate confided in me that he’s having some major difficulties with his job. I completely understand. He’s essentially the lowest paid executive in history. He gets sent all over the world to arrange million dollar deals (this is not an exaggeration) and gets paid essentially the same salary as me. Me, I’d be having a problem with the wages. He’s having trouble with the work.

The long and the short of it is that he’s good at the wheeling and dealing part, but he’s completely lost when they ask him a technical question. He usually ends up being the middle-man between two engineering companies that speak two different languages, who are trying to trade a massive piece of machinery (worth, I assume, millions of dollars). He’s a businessman pinned between two engineers throwing technical jargon at him in two different languages, and they get all snappy when he can’t talk like an engineer.

All this is another way of saying he doesn’t really understand his product very well. When it comes down to it, he just doesn’t like hugely complicated machines. He loves everything about the job, except the product.

So now he doesn’t know quite exactly what to do. He’s working a full 80+ hours a week and he’s still not able to make any headway. He’s gotten very flustered, and feels his efficiency is way low. He doesn’t know if he needs to stick it out, go ahead and ask for a reduction in his responsibilities (very shameful for a Japanese), or start looking for a new job in a different industry. Personally, I’d be asking for a responsibility reduction and start looking immediately for a new industry. I’m not too keen on the idea of trading huge machines to factories either. But that’s me, not him.

I told him I would pray for him, and he was really happy about that. He’s not a Christian, and he essentially has no real religious belief. He’d honestly like to be a Christian, but the whole “God not intervening while his dad died of cancer” thing was a huge blow to his ability to believe. I think this would be an excellent opportunity for God to make a difference in this man’s life. (If He’s so inclined, but I’d be willing to bank on what God’s inclinations were in that respect.) I’m going to pray for him. I’d be grateful if you would pray too.

Whence Worship?

I should be asleep right now. Yesterday I was up for an elapsed time of about 30 hours with only an hour and a half intermission before I went to work. But I left my phone on by accident, and my church’s automatic message called and woke me up. Now I’m having trouble sleeping.

But while I was tossing and turning, a thought came to me: why is it that, on the web, Christianity is so much less available than, say, pornography? I someone finds themselves with a longing, he’s more likely to find a satiation for his physical desires than for his spiritual desires. Why is that?

The first answer that I came up with is that pornography’s easier. For that, all you have to do is take off your clothes and move around a little. A true expression of Christianity requires us to unclothe our souls.

Most of Christianity that’s easily expressionable comes in a corporate setting. Even preaching and teaching, which usually involves one person communicating with a group, works best when the response of the group happens… as a group. A mass of comments on a weblog, or a long list of forwarded emails is usually little recompense for being able to look to your neighbor and see in her face that the message is having an impact.

But if preaching and teaching on the web is less than satisfying, how much less the act of worship? It’s one thing to visit a worship music resource, or a prayer list. It’s quite something else for you to actually encounter something online that immediately inspires you to look to the living God. Let off the fact that it’s hard to find; it’s difficult to do. C. S. Lewis only wrote 7 Chronicles of Narnia. How many other written works directly inspire us to worship, instead of merely telling us how to do it, or worse, merely making a record of the fact that someone else has worshiped?

Morning Person

Valerie says I wasn’t built for the night shift. How little does she know!

About two o’clock yesterday afternoon, I gave up. I was trying to go online to look for wedding presents for my friends Tom and Christy. I clicked on the Bed Bath and Beyond link about 5 times and it never went through. My email was crashing every 10 minutes, and the last email I sent to Valerie went to her 13 separate times. I had something evil possessing my computer.

I knew what it was. It weren’t a virus, per se. It was that even new mutation they call “adware.” Personally, I can’t tell much functional difference between the two. It’s sort of like saying you’re a Japanese Shinto instead of a European Pagan. Both viruses and adware are evil little programs that fiddle with my computer when I don’t want them to. The only difference is that, for some reason, my Norton anti-virus protects me from one, but not the other.

I hear they’re taking steps to remedy that problem, but in the mean time, I have a computer that is worthless in a lot of ways. I can write whatever I want, but I can’t give it to anybody without hitting the “print” key.

So there was only one solution: I had to reformat and start anew.

I wasn’t really worried. I’m good at this. It’s actually pretty good for your computer, since it gets rid of all the stupid programs you’ve installed but since forgotten about. You just have to make sure you back up all the stuff you don’t intend to forget about.

I did all these things. Then I put the CD in the slot and restarted. The Windows installation screen came up… I told it to create a new directory, format, etc. It did all those things, and then started to install windows.

Then it stopped.

It gave a little error message that said “incorrect function” and then listed some obscure file deep within the bowels of the windows installation CD.

I repeated this process four times, to no avail. Then I started calling people. I called half of Valerie’s family (since half of them are computer techs anyway), and then I called home. Valerie’s dad, the lynchpin of computer installation expertise, was asleep, so my dad won out with the number to Microsoft installation support. After two hours of kibitzing about encountering a new problem never before seen during installation, the answer was revealed:

There were smudges on the CD.

I finished the installation around 7:30 pm. And then I crashed.

I woke up this morning around 4:30, angry at an overly authoritarian itinerant church worker I had encountered in a dream. (He was a good guy, but yelling at the kids is not the answer. Actually, he yelled at me too, for not paying attention. I won’t be working with him for a while… these crazy dreams!)

By 5:30 I was on the track, running my morning mile, grinning at the smells of wild mint and evergreen, glad to be getting up in the morning.

Valerie says I’m a morning person. How little does she know!

Thought to Ponder

I found yesterday’s Oswald Chambers daily to be a good reminder:

“Lovest thou me….feed my sheep.” – John 21:16

Jesus did not say – Make converts to your way of thinking, but look after My sheep, see that they get nourished in the knowledge of Me. We count as service what we do in the way of Christian work; Jesus Christ calls service what we are to Him, not what we do for Him. Discipleship is based on devotion to Jesus Christ, not on adherence to a belief or creed. “If any man comes to me and hate not…, he cannot be my disciple.” There is no argument and no compulsion, but simply – If you would be My disciple, you must be devoted to Me. A man touched by the Spirit of God suddenly says – “Now I see who Jesus is,” and that is the source of devotion.

Today we have substituted creedal belief for personal belief, and that is why so many are devoted to causes and so few devoted to Jesus Christ. People do not want to be devoted to Jesus, but only to the cause He started. Jesus is the source of deep offense to the educated mind of today that does not want him in any other way than as a comrade. The lord’s first obedience was to the will of his father not to the needs of men. The saving of men was the natural outcome of his obedience to his father. If I am devoted to the cause of humanity only I will soon be exhausted and come to the place where my love will faulter, but if I love Jesus Christ personally and passionately I can serve humanity though men treat me as a doormat. The secret of a disciples life is devotion to Jesus Christ and the characteristics of the life is it’s unobtrusiveness. It is like a corn of wheat, which falls into the ground and dies, but presently it will spring up and alter the whole landscape.

Speaking with Great Authority

…On Things You Know Nothing About.

I know. Nobody would ever accuse me of the above tendency. But I have been known to on occasion. I have to. It’s the only thing I’m good at 🙂

The problem is I have ideas, and I want to aggressively pursue those ideas, to test them to see if they are right. The only way I know how to do this is to state them clearly and as loudly as I can and see if anybody argues with me.

Of course I’m wrong–somewhere. But for the most part I think I’m right. I have to. How could I walk around thinking I was wrong all the time? If I discovered where it was that I was wrong, I’d change my mind, and then I’d be right!

All sophistry aside, Tim Bednar has an excellent article up discussing this tendency, which we seem to have in common. It’s pretty good. You should read it.

Reflection

My seminary correspondence work arrived today—for which I’m very glad. Life has been very… boring for me lately. I’ve been in a kind of isolated spot, what with working weird hours and having all my loved ones away from me. I wasn’t getting lonely, but it seemed that, of the important things, the things to which I really want to apply myself, none of them were available to me.

At the same time, somehow, things have been happening suddenly very fast. Things I need to think about, that is, not things I need to do. Tom’s getting married and I need to be there so I can be best man at his wedding. My work is going through a major transition: in the next few weeks I will almost undoubtedly be promoted to a full time position. Out of the 9 full time positions available, some 11 people were applying. Pretty good odds. But one of the full time positions available is not like the others. It’s an administrative job, which I’d really like to have. I think it would be more fun and more fulfilling, as well as a job where I’d be much more useful. There are about 5 other people who are thinking similar things. But even if I don’t get a full time position, all of our schedules rotate in July, and I have to pick a new shift. So in less than two weeks, my work life is going to undergo a major revolution, and I don’t even know what kind of change it’ll be.

Add to this the fact that my pastor at church has started teaching some things that I’m not so sure I agree with, and I’ve been having some heady debates with Zac over epistemology. And then my seminary stuff arrives. So I spent about an hour and a half cleaning my room while listening to the most expensive CD I’ve ever owned (the entire class, lectures, curriculum, coursework and everything is on a single CD, and the class costs $500). After about an hour and a half, my brain shut down. I turned off the lights and went back to bed, and I spent a good hour in that half-awake slumber where you milk through everything that’s been coming at your mind and try to curdle it into something stable (my apologies for the unwholesome metaphor).

As I was finally coming around, I realized what it was that was really bothering me. “Lord,” I said, “I feel so distant from you.” And he spoke back to me, so very clearly: “That’s because you’ve been trying to meet me with your mind.”

It crystallized for me then. That’s exactly what I had been trying to do. And it’s exactly wrong-headed. “God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth.” The thing we do with our mind is secondary; that is, it’s what we do after we have met with God. St. Augustine had his whole life changed, then he wrote the confession.

To take from a completely different source, this is exactly what Wordsworth talked about in his Preface to Lyrical Ballads that launched off the romantic poetry movement. The quote is “…poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility” Attempting to write poetry without having any powerful feelings usually results in pretty insipid poetry.

But in the face of conflation, I was attempting to worship God in truth, with only a nod to that whole spirit thing. It wasn’t working. But the beautiful thing is, in response to my question, he dropped an answer directly into my mind. He came to where I was to give me a way out.

That, my friends, is why I love him.

I’m going to work now. If you pray, please pray for me that I will continue to meet with him, for everything else flows from that.

Words of Fire

Epistemic Theology Part 5
(Parts 1, 2, 3, & 4)

“Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.”

“Now that is just the problem with you Christians. All this logical talk, and then what does it really come down to? Circular reasoning! The Bible can’t prove itself! All your talking is just a bunch of…”

Oh pardon me, miseur. You misunderstand. The word of God in that passage is not the bible. The word there is Rhema, the living and present, verbal word of God. We have faith because God himself attests to the thing that we believe. I think you will find that this is perfectly acceptable. “Since He had no one greater to swear by, he swore by himself” (Heb 6:13b).

Ok. Let me get this straight. God is the witness who testifies to the authority of the Bible. How does he do this?

“You sir! Will you tell me – please remember you are under oath – will you tell me if you did in fact inspire this book?”

“I most certainly did.”

“Thank you. No further questions.”

Not exactly. But close.

In Luke 24:13, after Jesus had risen from the , some of his disciples were walking on a road to a city called Emmaus. This guy shows up and asks them what’s up, and they tell him all their doubts and concerns about whether Jesus was really resurrected. The guy expresses amazement that they just don’t get it, “and beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, he explained to them what was in all the scriptures” about Jesus.

The disciples get to where they’re going, and invite this guy in to dinner. At the table, he decides to do the honors, and when he breaks the bread, they suddenly realize that he’s Jesus. Then Jesus goes “poof!” and he’s gone.

Now check what they said: “Didn’t our heart burn within us while talked with us on the road, and while he opened the Scriptures to us?”

This is exactly how He confirms His word. When we open up that book, when he breaks the bread, His words burn in our hearts, and by that burning we know that it is his word. This is the same process you go through when you are converted to Christ. Someone proclaims the word to you, the Gospel (Literally, “God’s spell,” but that’s another teaching), and God’s Holy Spirit is present to ratify the word. He testifies, like a witness in the stand, that it is true. It says it in 1 John 5, “It is the Spirit who testifies, because the Spirit is the truth… if we accept the testimony of men, God’s testimony is greater.”

Do you realize what this means? Just as God has made a commitment to individually ratify the truth of the Gospel, so that each man is individually saved by faith, so also he has made a covenant with His word, that He would confirm that it is his word to every individual who hears it. Simply put, there is no authority in heaven or on earth that can authorize God’s word to you as an individual but God Himself. The church can’t prove to you the word of God; archaeologists can’t prove to you the word of God. Saints and scholars, none of them can prove to you the word of God. But open the book, and read, and His words will burn in you like fire in your heart, and you will know that it is the very word of God.

Understand, this is no new doctrine. Calvin said pretty much the same thing 500 years ago. Back then, the fallacy was that the Church verified the scriptures, just as today the fallacy is that archaeology verifies the scriptures. The irony is that the reason we have a church is that it’s authorized by God’s word. But whether it’s authoritarian government or human knowledge, the mistake is the same: the idea that human agency can replace a revelation from God. It takes a lot of faith to believe that God will reveal the same basic set of understandings to every one who reads his word. But generally, he does.

Nevertheless, the idea that God proves his word this way is very radical. It’s intimidating to a lot of people, because it throws the power structure right out the window. Any attempt to verify that the bible is true because so-and-so says (and so-and-so is a noble gentleman) ultimately falls flat on its face—because only God can be a foundation sure enough to provide the kind of authority that the bible has in our lives. The reliability of men quickly fails, and ultimately knowledge and understanding (i.e. science) will cease—there’s only so much power an authority figure can have over a person’s life, and all science can do is prove a very very accurate history book. But the word of the Lord remains forever. “…Since He had no one greater to swear by, He swore by Himself.”

A little Application

The chapel services at my undergrad school always went in a certain order. I think it was the standard Presbyterian liturgy. I don’t really know. I had never had a liturgy before. Honestly, I had barely ever had an order of worship. But one of the things we did every service was to have a scripture reading from the Old and New Testaments. Our chaplain would stand behind the podium and carefully turn to the verse and read it with these strong round tones, always careful pause just exactly right to maximize the echo effect. Having finished her reading, she would carefully close the bible, and slowly look up, and then she would say, “God always blesses the reading… and the hearing… of His word.”

I never realized before how true that was. Quite literally, he stands behind his scripture and confirms the reality of it, the power of it, to each and every person who reads or hears His word. And the amazing thing is that, as radical as this idea is, you can bank on it. For instance Billy Graham, God bless him, doesn’t bother explaining anything in his evangelistic sermons. Heck, he doesn’t even bother giving chapter and verse. He doesn’t need to. He just lists whatever the standard worldly position is and rebuts it with a single phrase: “But the bible says…” And people who hear him speak get saved in the thousands. Why? Because God absolutely honors His word.

People don’t need to quickly thumb through to find the text and say, “Well lordy be, it does say that!” and then make a decision that will change their lives. They hear the word, God honors it, and their lives are changed.

A Higher Standard?

“One of the major premises throughout the entire Bible is that leadership is to be held to a higher standard.”

This is one of the meanest, most unchristian statements I think I have ever heard. It’s also totally untrue. Let me see if I can take a pinch hit at explaining why.

I had this comment directed at me in a discussion on Tim Bednar’s e-church blog. A new pastor somewhere made the decision to can the church web site and start from scratch. It was a bad decision, and people called him on it. Ok. So he was publicly thrashed. Rare was that voice to suggest that this was something else than evil pastor syndrome. Actually, I may have been that rare voice. Within a week or so the pastor saw the error of his ways and brought back the old design. (I’m not aware of the status of the old webmaster.)

For some, however, capitulation was insufficient. Perhaps public penance would have been preferable. But it was in this context that the above statement was made.

“Leadership is to be held to a higher standard.”

And my question is: By whom?
Certainly not by God. All have fallen short of the Glory of God. No one is righteous. Everyone is going to hell, apart from the blood of Jesus. Why? Because the standard is so high. Infinite perfection is unattainable by anybody. How can the standard be any higher for my pastor than it is for me?

But perhaps our eternal reward is not the place where leadership is being held to a higher standard.

If it had been some random wayfarer who struck the rock instead of speaking to it, would they have been allowed to enter into Canaan? From the other examples in the Penteteuch, I’d say anybody else would have been struck dead on the spot. If somebody other than the king had slapped his arrows on the ground only three times, would Israel have beaten their enemies perhaps five or six times in battle before they were defeated? I see no reason to believe so. Perhaps Ananias and Sapphira were struck dead for lying because they were in leadership.

There is, of course, the example of David, who was confronted with the specter of 70,000 dead because of a silly little census. If somebody else had taken a census surely there wouldn’t have been so many dead.

Yes. Well, there is that.

Honestly, I have no clue what was the big deal with the census. But apparently it was bad. The same with that whole David and Bathsheba thing that caused the whole country so much turmoil in later years. Heaping consequences for huge numbers of people. But is this an indication of a higher standard? I don’t think so. If a census is wrong, a census is wrong, no matter who conducts it. Having an affair and arranging to have the girl’s husband murdered to cover the evidence is wrong: it doesn’t matter if it’s you, me, or the czarina of Spain. There’s no higher standard at stake here.

There is, however, a greater level of ramification. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. The president of Enron screws up his books, and thousands of people lose their jobs. I screw up my books and I get overdraft charges from my bank. Perhaps this is what was meant by being “held to a higher standard.”

The problem is, these kinds of statements aren’t used to warn church leaders to be careful, so they can avoid harming their sheep. They’re used like spiritual BB guns to make potshots at any passing offense. They are used, in effect, to subtract grace in the very areas where we should be adding it. That to me is the meanest, most unchristian thing a person could do.

Obviously, where there is sin, call it sin. But, people, look for every opportunity to forgive. If nothing else, remember the parable of the Unmerciful Servant.