Once upon a time I entertained a first-class airline seat. The duration of the flight called for a scrumptious meal. Looking down I almost laughed out loud at the comical sight: a metal fork and spoon, and a plastic butter knife with no teeth. The steak filet won, hands down.
When churches chase clever marketing techniques, circuses, and BMX stunts to draw a crowd at the expense of compromising the gospel, they have abandoned the supreme authority of God’s word and are left wielding a pathetic, plastic butter knife with no teeth. The average church attender must demand the proper place of God’s word on the Lord’s Day for both worship, faith and practice. Pastors as well must take their directives from God’s word and wield the only authoritative weapon we have: The Holy Scriptures. Once upon a time, several centuries ago, the word of God was inaccessible among the common man. Unless one had the ability and skills to read or study Latin, the Bible was closed off and the truth of the gospel as well.
Adrift in the storm-tossed seas of cultural relativism and the dangerous tides of
atheistic ideologies, where should the Christian seek moral wisdom and guidance to
safe harbor? How could an ancient book provide the authoritative moral bearings
needed for our day and age? Our pluralistic society champions divergent worldviews
apart from God that steer decisions and opinions into a vortex of mayhem and
contradiction. What right would a Christian have to make audacious, moral truth claims
so binding and pervasive over all people? In the current cultural climate, God’s
helmsmen (His shepherds) must guide the ship with the rudder fixed upon the ultimate
authority of God’s written word.