Pardon Me, Your Indiscretion is Showing

I hate to be the one to tell you this but it appears that Kristen Stewart is an adulteress. The Twilight star has proven that money and fame don't necessarily coincide with contentment and integrity. Or good acting for that matter, but that's only my opinion. In what Stewart apologizes for as a "momentary indiscretion" she admits to having an affair with Rupert Sanders, the director of the Snow White movie she stars in...which I don't remember the entire title of ... and if it weren't for the fact that every news outlet seems to think her infidelity to Robert Pattinson is front page, hot scoop material, I wouldn't remember Kristen Stewart. I don't know why our culture is so fixated on sin that it isn't enough to wallow in your own but we seem intent to be groupies for others who are swimming in the cesspool.

A momentary indiscretion. There are so many things wrong with that statement. The brash Rosemarie wants to say if it's only taking you a moment, Kristen, you can't be doing it right. The indignant Rosemarie wants to rub her nose in it and join in with the folks calling her 'trampire' but it takes two to tango, even if the dance only lasts a few seconds. Instead, let me take the high road and list some other momentary indiscretions for your consideration.

When Adam took the apple from Eve and ate it, it was just a momentary indiscretion. Maybe he just wanted to please his wife and keep her from nagging. Maybe he caved in to peer pressure. Could be he apologized for his lapse of judgement later but the truth is that you and I are still paying for his indiscretion with our sin nature. (Genesis 3)

When Moses got cocky and deciding to be a showman hit the rock with his staff instead of obeying God's directives, it was a momentary indiscretion that cost him entrance into the Promised Land. (Numbers 20)

When Uzzah reached up to steady the Ark of the Covenant, a seemingly reasonable thing to do, it was a momentary indiscretion. He paid for it with his life. Why? He thought his sinful hands were better than the dirt. Dirt has never had a momentary indiscretion. (2 Samuel 6)

When David looked at Bathsheba and didn't avert his eyes, that momentary indiscretion resulted in murder, the death of his son and the sword being ever present in his household. To put it in modern terms the consequences, like the sin ....er indiscretion, were bundled. That's not a bundle anyone wants. (2 Samuel 11)

When Ananias and Sapphira told a fib about the price they received on their property, it was a momentary indiscretion with eternal consequences. (Acts 5)

Here's the thing. Nowhere in the examples I gave you, nowhere in the bible do we see sin being called 'momentary indiscretion'. Christ did not die for your indiscretions. He did not die for your mistakes. When you call sin what it is, there is a remedy for it. Christ died to pay for our sins. The debt that is ours for what we call our momentary lapses of judgement and God calls sin, was paid and Christ's righteousness is imputed to us when we repent and believe. (Acts 16:31; Romans 10:9-13)

Don't be too hard on young Kristen. Her sin carries the same penalty as yours and mine. (Romans 3:10; 23 and 6:23) Instead be grateful your 'indiscretions' probably will never make headline news and if you are saved, you'll never have to pay the debt you owe for them.

Spiritual Aphasia aka Senseless Theology

I was recently asked why I read theology and follow theological debates. "It's all just words and opinions." Words. Words on a paper, words on a blog. Words that travel invisibly through our airwaves and our minds. What would our inner monologue consist of without words? Harsh words, gentle words, untrue words, and solid you-can-die-behind them words. They have secret lives in the depths of our souls. They overflow in torrents of grief and joy. They seep out of our character flaws, wearing down the weak convictions that hold them back until they contaminate all those around us. All of us are stained within and without by the raw sewage of unkind words. Our souls are in jeopardy for want of The Word. Jesus Christ. The Gospel. The Good News. Words matter. Doctrine matters. Theology Matters. What you win them with is what you win them to. I study theology because I was lost too long in a world that scrambles truth with its own ideas and preferences. I was fed a diet of tosse

Super Church a song for the Emergent-sy

In the early 70s I was in a youth choir at my church. Our youth pastor was a musician and his way of connecting with us as a group was through the choir and music. Somehow there was an affiliation between him and The Continental Singers, New Hope and Jeremiah People. He was worked with Moishe Rosen of Jews for Jesus too, I think. Are any of these names familiar to you? Though I remember the church fondly I was a profoundly lost and troubled young woman during my years there. That and time have muddled the memories quite a bit. Today I was digging through some old paperwork and one of the books to the musical we did. It's Getting Late For the Great Planet Earth, a folk rock oratorio by Cam Floria. Yes, that's right. Cam Floria put Hal Lindsey to music. There's a lot to laugh about and some to groan about but as I was looking through the songs and remembering, I found this little ditty and I only wish I could sing it for you. Just remember that this is circa 1972 and even th

What if.....

...what if I just need a place to let some words spill out? What if they spill out in bouquets of bright colors and pleasing scents but their frames are made of snakes and lies? Will you the reader be able to tell? Will it matter? When words smell like lilacs and honeysuckle do you care what lies beneath them? Perfumed syllables cover the stench of hope's decay. A violet or two will fool most surface dwellers, allowing them to pass by quickly and unaware. Is that what words are supposed to do? What if my aesthetics with words are similar to Morticia Addams' with flowers? What happens when luscious blooms are discarded? When the ragged silhouette of thorns is all that remains will you still see the beauty? Perhaps we'll find out.

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