An Open Letter to TeamPyro
I was a refugee from the world of Charismania when I landed at Pyromaniacs from a link at the Spurgeon archives. I was being drawn into Reformed Theology by such lovely words as his, and hoped to find more. Frequently, at Pyromaniacs, I did. Stuff like Turk’s “This Shall Be A Sign to You” which inspired a weeks fruitful meditation and even a mediocre poem bearing that title. And the post by Phil Johnson this week on fornication’s particular sin against a body that is owned by the Lord is now part of the must-reads on my teenage boy’s curriculum list.
But more and more the blog has dedicated itself to serving up tasty morsels of scandal, and you all seem to gleefully compete for the most comments in the meta from those with itching ears. And the readers who would disagree with your points of view, as I frequently do–not having completely converted to the cessationist camp– are too intimidated to refudiate your furious clanging swords. I mean words. And I confess, I was also titillated by all the blood and guts flying about, too. But then.
The Open Letter to Horton seems like straining at gnats while you all swallow camels. Mr. Turk accused WHI of fostering a cold kind of Calvinism. What about the level of charity and hospitality on this blog? That quality certainly is lacking in the comments following the posts. Turk’s very necessary apology to Challies in the meta of the Horton letter only proved this. Time and time again, commenters have begged, “Don’t hurt me”, as they plunge into the shark tank of the comments section. Mr. Turk used adjectives for Tim Challies like vanilla and worse, but I am not afraid to post on that blog, even daring recently to pose a question for Tim to use in his interview of John MacArthur. I have no fear of being shamed at Informing the Reformed. That is how it should be when we wander into each other’s Internet oikos’, is it not? When we with meekness seek to glorify the Savior, to make Him known, and help along those weak in knowledge and faith?
And yes, I agree meekness is not a synonym for milktoast. Jesus was not a wimp. And I firmly believe that for those who are proud there is much to be recommended in the use of that serrated edge encompassing satire, sarcasm and Open Letters, as I did when I crafted my own “Letter From a Child to Bill Johnson” a year or so ago. But Mr. Johnson preaches a false gospel, and I wept when I wrote that post, and I suspect tears had also honed the blades of Jesus and Paul. Those motives and emotions keep chances of bleeding to a minimum for rebukers using such messy implements.
Last week, Turk
gloated quoted, “big boys play contact sports.” Well, those big boys’ 300 pound brains eventually turn to cauliflower after too much head to head battering–and all that damage is done while trying to move a silly ball down some lines in the dirt.
Interestingly, during today’s broadcast on Truth for Life Alistair Begg talks about the twin perils of distractions of the pastor and divisions from the people in the church. I urge you to listen to his helpful sermon about dealing with controversies; it comes from his series on Titus titled, “Danger: Keep Out.” Begg says those distracted by ceaseless arguments have “ceased to be a power in edifying and evangelism…. when they think they have to correct all the ills…they have lost sight of delivering to the people what they most needed: clear sound helpful instruction of the Scriptures …( these peripheral controversies) will bring your fellowship to nothing, because they are ultimate futility.” And he goes on to talk much better than ever I can about dealing with the ‘pugnacious purveyors of pertinacity’, …or something like that.
I pray better things for Pyros than futility. I pray for a pursuit of edification, exhortation and yes, sometimes the necessary rebuke; not a devolvement into a scandal-sheet, but instead a growth in this storehouse of wisdom–that it continues to be a blog befitting those who are the caretakers of the Spurgeon Archives.