During this
study I have been impressed as perhaps never before how immersed I am in a
culture of religiosity. In Mexico we swim in a general culture dominated by the
Roman Catholic pursuit of God’s grace through all manner of sacraments. Papal
edicts prescribing means to divine grace combine with local customs and
superstitions to create a metaphysical mixture of folk religion, fatalism,
traditionalism and occultism. The man on the street is never sure which saint might
be his personal quasi-divine rabbit’s foot. So he prays to all of them. Cross
the street and cross yourself whenever you see a virgin. You will see them
everywhere.
Evangelical
church culture often is little better. Leaders have keyed into this cultural
and religious psychosis, and have often substituted a works-based faith for the
gospel. Yes, normally justification is taught biblically (although I’ve heard
some questionable presentations of that), but once one is “saved,” the jumping
through hoops begins. Jesus might be able to save you from hell, but apparently
he is not able to save you from the guilt-oriented oppression present in some
of his churches. The message, sometimes subtle, sometimes pronounced quite
plainly is: you may be saved by grace, but your standing in grace is dependent
upon your obedience to God. Remember the ten commandments. Oh, and here are another
twenty to keep in mind. The good news is you are not condemned by God, but you
may not escape being condemned by your new family. Don’t get too wrapped up in
the goodness of God’s grace. That is way too dangerous.
Some
churches have seen the need to refine the law of God. Old is better, or so it
would seem. Why enjoy the new covenant when we can go back to the old one? The
law is now written on our hearts, but we like the one written on a poster on
the back of the church. So much more defined. I know some friends (although
less friendly now) who follow the “Royal Code,” a rabbinical interpretation of
the gospels, the Bible translated from Aramaic (??). They believe they are Jews
(albeit short little ones). Their new church culture includes a model ark of
the Covenant (apparently without the shekinah
glory) and without all the cool special effects of the “Raiders of the Lost
Ark.” They dance around the ark, to the beat of messianic music. This saddens
me, because they were once very good friends, discipled by the same man who
taught me so much. Now I don’t know who they are.
Photo below...hanging out after a community clean-up effort this past Saturday morning.
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