St. Cyril of Alexandria

His feast day was yesterday, but I wasn’t blogging then. In the East, his feast is on January 18 (with St. Athanasius) and June 9 (so perhaps my Olivia should have been Cyrilia??).

St. Cyril’s Christology was deeply influential on the Council of Ephesus which clearly defined the two natures of Christ. His Christological writings are without parallel in their orthodoxy. He has been called a Doctor of the Church and the “Seal of the Fathers.”

But he’s a problematic saint. Apparently he was not always a very nice guy. Where humility is praised, Cyril often exhibited the opposite. Even his hagiographers note his expulsion of pagans and Jews from Alexandria and his sometimes heavy-handed ways.

There are several responses to this. Roman Catholics and Orthodox could well respond that not even the saints in their earthly lives are perfect, but are repentant sinners like all of us. Lutherans could respond by emphasizing that the honorific “saint” is just that: a title given by the Church to honor one’s service to the Church (Ultimately I think this could amount to a dumbing-down of the doctrine of sanctification, but I’ll leave that to another post).

But St. Cyril’s heavy-handed ways need to be understood in the context in which he lived. While Patriarch of Alexandria at the turn of the 4th to 5th Centuries, St. Cyril also had a prominent role in state affairs. The official religion of the Empire was Christianity, and Cyril had authority to enforce this.

While this alone may not justify Cyril’s behavior at times–and shouldn’t– the other matter we must remember is that we live in wimpy times. Political Correctness has transformed our culture completely. I’ll say it again: we are wimps. Having our feelings hurt debilitates us. Causing offense is the unforgivable sin. Being offended is like death, and also makes us cry. Yes, our parishes and offices may be kindler, gentler places, and kindness and gentleness are Christian virtues, but pair that with political correctness and we have become big babies–myself included.

Ad Orientem has a great post about a new show on AMC called “Mad Men.” It’s about the business and social life of men in the 1960s. While the characters depicted in the blurb are behaving as pagans, and our society’s treatment of women has greatly improved (but has a ways to go), the men were not expected to be angels, perfect and inoffensive to everyone. There was no political correctness, just politics, and that could be rough stuff.

In parishes sixty years ago, I’ve heard that one could witness fistfights in the parking lot after voter’s meetings. Perhaps that is a good argument against voter’s meetings. But after the fight, the bloodied men would go and drink a few beers together. That’s the myth anyway.

Which world would you rather live in? One with great, nasty conflict, or this one where everything seems to run under the surface and we are slaves to our emotions and feelings? I don’t know how I would answer.

The Beehive Church

Fr. Stephen Freeman writes,

Our American way of life has tended to mold the local church into the local religion store. It offers various programs and activities that keep everyone involved and even maximizing the “ministries” of its members. But it can also simply be a beehive of activity, none or little of which has much to do with the healing of the soul.

In every activity of the Church, whether it is liturgical, or educational, or building buildings, what have you, each activity should serve for the healing of the soul and the nurture of the true self. If not, then the Church has simply become one more secular activity that is destroying true life rather than fostering it. (read the rest here)

What I love about Fr. Stephen is how he takes observations common to many priests and pastors and then pushes them a bit further than some of us do. I’ve observed many times (and sometimes on this site) how the congregation is often anything but a place of prayer and healing for wounded sinners. Programs and more programs and doing stuff are what many pastors are tempted to push; they are also what people like to see.

But Fr. Stephen pushes a little harder, observing that “the Church has simply become one more secular activity that is destroying true life rather than fostering it.” By “true life” he means True Life, the life for which we were created, the life for which Christ died, the life to come in the Resurrection that is even now being formed in our lives.

We Lutherans love the story of Mary and Martha. Many of our Ladies Aid societies are even named after them (and don’t forget the great Lutheran hymn “One Thing’s Needful” (text below)). We love Mary and how she sits at the feet of our Lord, hearing His teaching, and obviously learning her doctrine. We love to make implications about receiving from Jesus and trying to serve Jesus, and how there’s a nascent works-righteousness going on in this text (probably not, but that’s beside the point).

But we’re just Marthas, believing that church is all about being Ablaze or having committees, or doing programs for this age group or that, about having enough for a good Sunday School. It makes us like the world.

One Thing’s Needful

One thing’s needful; Lord, this treasure
Teach me highly to regard;
All else, though it first give pleasure,
Is a yoke that presses hard.
Beneath it the heart is still fretting and striving,
No true, lasting happiness ever deriving.
The gain of this one thing all loss can requite,
Can teach me in all things to find true delight.

If you seek this one thing needful,
Turn from all created things;
Turn to Jesus and be heedful
Of the peace and joy He brings.
For where God and man both in One are united,
With love and forgiveness the heart is delighted;
There, there is the worthiest lot and the best,
Where Jesus alone is your joy and your rest.

How were Mary’s thoughts devoted
Her eternal joy to find
As intent each word she noted
At her Savior’s feet reclined!
How kindled her heart, how devout was its feeling
While hearing the wisdom that Christ was revealing!
For Jesus all earthly concerns she forgot
In love and devotion to what Jesus taught.

So my longings, upward tending,
Jesus, rest alone on You.
All my life on You depending,
Teach me what to will and do.
Although all the world should forsake and forget You,
In love I would follow, I’ll never desert You.
The words of Your teaching, O Lord, are my life,
My joy and my peace in this vain world of strife.

Taming the Suburban Lawn

My front yard is a disgrace, and has been now for years. We moved into our home in the Spring several years ago. It had been vacant for some time, and as everything greened, the weeds took over. I mowed them diligently, and by the end of the Summer, the yard was mostly crabgrass, but at least it was some kind of grass. My neighbors all boasted lush carpets of Bermuda grass, but I took comfort that I at least I had something green.

Fall returned and Winter, and by March the crabgrass had retreated into the earth and the yard was dirt…and then the weeds returned: henbit, dandelions and ground clover were the worst offenders. And I fought back. The bag of fertilizer and weed control demanded wet grass that would dry and stay dry for at least 24 hours. It was tricky timing, but I successfully applied it. And sure enough, the weeds disappeared and crabgrass returned.

The mistake I made that year was not doing the Fall applications. Once the next Spring arrived, and with it the weeds–again–helpful friends and neighbors revealed my error. I conscripted professional help.

The Professional Weed-Control Experts arrived with their uniforms and trudged through the yard. They looked like the Wehrmacht Feuerwerferen; marching across the front line, flushing out the bunkers with sprays of fire. My men didn’t spray fire, of course, but their chemicals were orange-colored, and I have a good imagination.

The weeds disappeared, and the crabgrass returned. Again. The Professionals said the all-important Fall Application was the main deal. I waited. They left some literature proving they had sprayed in November or so, and I didn’t see them again until March.

The Fall Application was the Salvation they promised. Henbit: gone; ground clover:vanquished. And my yard looks terrible. As it turns out, the crabgrass occupied about 75% of my front yard. Now that it’s gone, all I have is a healthy-looking band of Bermuda on the East side of my driveway, quickly petering out, leaving dirt and a few tufts of Fescue for the rest of the yard.

I despaired. I live in an established neighborhood. Not fancy, but a neighborhood of folks who prove themselves good stewards of their property. Nice houses, well-maintained. Lawns like carpet. My yard looks like something out of Deliverance.

The Weed Wehrmacht said it would just take time. The yard had gone to seed and it takes time to re-establish itself. Patience.

Weeks passed. I seeded, but nothing has germinated. Rains came, and more rain. I watered a few times, and then it rained again. I went on vacation and tried to forget my misery.

It started while I was gone. Bermuda Grass is not really a grass. It’s technically a weed–a beautiful, hardy, drought-resistant, grass-looking weed, but a weed. And it spreads. It shoots out tendrils and creeps. It will creep over anything (but apparently not crabgrass), retaining walls, driveways, and, to my great satisfaction, bare earth. It creeps and mounds, first a shoot that plants a root, and then more shoots which grow over it, building density and depth.

As we pulled in the driveway I noticed it right away. Tendrils were creeping into the bare areas, sending out shoots and across the ground, up into the air and roots into the earth. Some of the shoots were at least six inches long.

Maybe it will look like my neighbor Ed’s by the end of the Summer after all.

A Philosopher's Conversion

Robert Koons is a contemporary philosopher at the University of Texas. When I studied philosophy as an undergraduate in Oklahoma, I remember hearing of Koons; he’s a big name in philosophy. Austin has a stellar reputation for philosophy, due in part to Dr. Koons. The professors at my undergraduate program highly recommended a few of us to look into further study at UT.

He was also a LCMS Lutheran, and apparently devout and pious–a rarity among academics, and almost unheard of among philosophers. A few of my former professors, hoping to nudge me into philosophy, admitted that my confessional Christianity would definitely be a hindrance in many programs. Apparently they were not aware that someone of Koons’ stature shared communion fellowship with me.

But no longer. Koons has converted to Roman Catholicism. Such things seem to be happening more and more often these days. Recently there have been a number of ELCA pastors and academics who have converted to Rome, just as there have been a number of LCMS pastors and laymen (not many from academia, though) who have likewise converted to Rome or to Eastern Orthodoxy. Some of these have received a good amount of press in the blogosphere and elsewhere. There are more that have quietly left their vocations without much fanfare or publicity. The numbers of such conversions are small–around 1% of the 8000-some LCMS pastors in the last five to ten years. There is no mass exodus, by any means.

However, conversion stories sell copies (or garner website hits). It makes good drama. We all know how difficult it is for humans to change. At times we wonder if it is even possible, and have cliches to prove it. So when someone deliberately and actually “changes their spots” we take notice.

But with these conversions to Roman Catholicism or Eastern Orthodoxy, the reasons and rationale are not often easy to come by. The detractors often dismiss such conversions as “seduction”–seduction by aesthetics (smells and bells), authority, or history. Those who convert do so for many reasons, and sometimes they are unwilling or unable to discuss it fully.

Here is where Koons may give us some insight. He’s a professional thinker, after all, and has written a 95-page essay on his rationale. To be fair, he calls them “notes” and has published them online–not in a journal. He writes:

The essay began as a set of private notes written as a purely intellectual exercise: an attempt to exorcise my doubts about Lutheranism by putting them to paper and exposing them to critique (both on my part and on that of others). As it turned out, the more I wrote, the more reasons I found for changing my outlook…

One more thing about my notes: they were written with an audience of one (myself) in mind. In writing them, I gave no thought to being diplomatic or irenic. My only point was to try to sort out which of the two traditions was more likely to be the fullest expression of the Gospel. They are deliberately one-sided: there is much that I could have said about the virtues of the Lutheran tradition and the need for the reformation of the 16th century Church not included here.

I’ve not read the full essay, but plan to. The full essay may be found here.

For Rev. Paul McCain’s sake: I cannot say that converting to the Roman Catholic Church is a good thing. In fact, if you find it persuasive please contact me offline and let’s discuss it (and if you’re a member of my congregation, really, really, let’s talk about it!!).

I share this essay with you for what it is: a rare, reasoned account of a man’s conversion–and a brilliant man at that.

Church, Like with a Big "C"

’m back from vacation. Always good to leave and always good to return!

Apparently by spending my days swimming and eating and watching the first season of “Lost” on DVD (never seen it before and now I’m hooked), I missed quite an exchange over at Weedon’s Blog regrading the Church, a discussion heated enough that it spilled over into other websites, and launched more ad homines attacks against non-Lutherans than I’ve seen since Fr. John Fenton joined the Orthodox Church…probably because another former Lutheran, now Orthodox priest Fr. Gregory Hogg was involved.

While the discussion has nearly prompted me from removing more blogs from my BlogReader (at Google…it’s pretty good. Go… er…Google it) the question itself is of the most serious importance. Where can you find the Church? What is the Church?

Why is this so important? Because this is what, rather, who we are, or are called to be. Jesus didn’t establish the canon of Scripture. Paul didn’t write letters intending to establish some collection of sacred text, or a textbook. Jesus established the Church, His Body, and St. Paul wrote letters of exhortation and encouragement to the Body of Christ, to the Church.

If you’re a Protestant (and I include modern Lutherans in this category) you don’t think about the Church in the same way that Christians throughout the ages have thought about it. Or maybe you do. Here’s a few questions:

1. Suppose you move around a lot and have a hard time finding a congregation that either makes you feel at home or teaches exactly what you believe the Bible says. Do you have church at home with your family and feel that this, while maybe not ideal, is nonetheless completely acceptable?

2. Suppose you are affiliated with a particular Church (or church body) but don’t like the pastor/priest/elder/leader. Is it okay for you to organize a new branch or congregation in town?

3. Suppose you heard about Pastor John Doe who wanted to form a new church in town. Does this seem like a normal thing?

4. Suppose you immigrated to a new country along with many like-minded people who felt that you couldn’t be faithful to God in your current location. Suppose once you arrived some scandal mandated your leader be removed as leader. Is this a crisis or do you simply find a new leader from capable men (some seminary-trained) and get on with your new church?

5. Is it even possible to form a new church body if you find enough like-minded people? Is it good?

How many questions did you answer “yes” to? Check below for what it means:

5: Congratulations! You are a modern schismatic protestant!

3-5: Congratulations! You are a schismatic protestant, but you have an idea that maybe the church is something other than a minor non-profit business after all.

2: Congratulations! You are a protestant, but you are concerned with having some sort of connection to the Church Christ established on Pentecost, and realize it’s more than a tax-exempt club that talks about God a lot. Or…you are a pastor who is sick of the LCMS but can’t find a good Lutheran Synod to join.

1: Don’t worry, you may not be protestant at all. Perhaps I just wrote the questions poorly.

If you answered question 4 in the affirmative, you are not a Missouri-Synod Lutheran like they used to be. This in fact is what happened. Lutherans in Germany fell under the charismatic sway of someone, became convinced that genuine Confessional Lutheranism was on its way out in Germany (they were right about this) and immigrated to America, where they could worship in a way that seemed right to them. Once they arrived, their Bishop was deposed for apparent sexual and financial offenses and they were thrown into crisis, asking themselves such questions as, “Are we a cult? A sect? Schismatic? How dare we form some Church by ourselves? Are we the Church or have we just excommunicated ourselves be default?”

Would you ask yourself these questions? Would they even occur to most people?

Comfort for Sinners with Habitual Sins

Do not be surprised if you fall back into your old ways every day. Do not be disheartened, but resolve to do something positive about it; and, without question, the angel who stands guard over you will honor your perseverance.
- St John Klimakos

Note that they are the “old ways.” For you may be a blasphemer, calling down curses on lousy drivers and bad weather; you may be a addict, craving alcohol or drugs, tobacco or sweets; you may be a gossip or a cynic; you may be selfish and prideful; you may have fallen into these temptations yesterday and the day before; you may never remember a time when you did not fight and succumb–or just succumb without much of a fight at all; but they are your “old ways.” Your weaknesses are not you, for you are of Christ. These temptations and weaknesses and sins are not your future ways, for those too are of Christ. And even though you may still fall into your old ways everyday, says St. John, “do not be disheartened.” All is not lost.

What positive things may we do about this? First, repent of your old ways. Call your sins “your old ways.” Remember that they are not your new ways, your future. Second, pray for mercy and then pray all the more. Say the Jesus prayer: “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.” Say it over and over, not just as you feel temptation, but afterward. “Pray without ceasing,” says St. Paul. Third, read the Scriptures and attend the liturgy, receive the Sacrament often; read edifying things and so forth.
Old ways have a tendency to catch up to the present when, after prayer, we begin to rely on ourselves. Once you say that prayer and feel your spirit strengthen, feel firm resolve, do not give up praying. That resolve you feel is of our Lord’s mercy. You didn’t make yourself feel resolved. It is a gift from our Triune God. Likewise remaining in firm resolve to “sin no more” depends not on you, but upon the mercy of Christ and the grace of God.

Now as for that angel who “stands guard over you…” Certainly it is true we all have Guardian Angels. Jesus says, “Take heed that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that in heaven their angels always see the face of My Father who is in heaven” (Matthew 18:10 NKJV). Jesus speaks this about the child who is His Disciple. But our Lord is not just talking about young people, but about all people who “become like little children.” We are all Christ’s “little ones,” dependent upon Him and our Heavenly Father. And Christ speaks of “their angels.”

These angels of ours may also be offended, as Christ continues to say that if we despise one of His children, we should watch out, for his angel sees “the face of My Father.” And St. Peter laments that there are some great sinners who are presumptuous enough to speak ill of angelic beings.

How does your angel “honor your perseverance?” I don’t know.

Tagged By Emily

Emily at The Children of God tagged me with “The Seven Things I have learned in life.” Here goes:

1. “If in this life only we have hoped in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.” (1 Corinthians 15:19 )

A major turning point in my Christian faith was when I realized what Christ’s victory over death meant. Not “dying and going to heaven to be with Jesus” but resurrection, the making of “all things new,” and the redemption of all things by our God Jesus Christ. C.S. Lewis first taught me this in Mere Christianity and other places. It is also great comfort, as Fr. Thomas Hopko puts it, that, “History is over. All is accomplished by Christ. Now we wait for the parousia.”

2. Don’t put it in writing unless you want it to last forever.

From your boss, to your employee, to a wife or child, if it needs to be proven and be permanent, put it in writing. If the words may come to haunt you, don’t write it down. My dad once taught that to me during a very embarrassing incident in the fourth grade. The details will not be recounted here.

3. Slumber is the great danger to faith.

Not sleeping at night, but spiritual slumber. “Wake up from your drunken stupor, as is right, and do not go on sinning. For some have no knowledge of God. I say this to your shame.” (1 Corinthians 15:34) and “Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed. The night is far gone; the day is at hand. So then let us cast off the works of darkness and put on the armor of light” (Romans 13:11-12 ).

One of my favorite Lutheran hymns (and Bach Cantatas) is “Wachet auf”

“Wake, awake, for night is flying,”
The watchmen on the heights are crying;
“Awake, Jerusalem, arise!”
Midnight hears the welcome voices
And at the thrilling cry rejoices;
“Where are the virgins, pure and wise?
The bridegroom comes, awake!
Your lamps with gladness take!
Alleluia! With bridal care
And faith’s bold prayer,
To meet the bridegroom, come, prepare!”

Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And in her heart new joy is springing.
She wakes, she rises from her gloom.
For her Lord comes down all-glorious,
The strong in grace, in truth victorious.
Her star’s arising light has come!
“Now come, O blessed one,
Lord Jesus, God’s own Son.
Hail! Hosanna! We answer all
In joy Your call,
We follow to the wedding hall.”

Now let all the heav’ns adore You,
Let saints and angels sing before You
With harp and cymbals’ clearest tone.
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where, joining with the choir immortal,
We gather round Your radiant throne.
No eye has seen that light,
No ear the echoed might
Of Your glory; Yet there shall we
In Your vict’ry
Sing shouts of praise eternally!

Satan does his best work in lulling us to be spiritually sleepy, ignoring the mild temptations that frequently come our way.

4. It’s only money

It is not to be worshiped, hoarded, stressed over or wasted. I’m still learning this one.

5. We do not need that much

We say we do, but we don’t.

6. The Path of Least Resistance is fraught with danger.

See above.

7. Glory to God for ALL things.

Yes, I stole it from “From Wittenberg to Athens and All Stops in Between.” I am still learning this one as well, but I am convinced if one can say this, one is living by faith. “Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you” (1Thess. 5:16-18)

Now I suppose I’m supposed to tag some:

Weedon

Alms

Hollywood

Fenton

Don’t feel obligated.

The Problem of Epiphany

[I wrote the following post on January 5, but was not ready to post it then. I believe the time is now. Note well the title.]

In modern Lutheran usage, there are four great Festivals of our Lord: The Nativity, the Epiphany, the Resurrection, and the Ascension. Yet, in many (most) Lutheran parishes two of them go virtually, if not totally, ignored. Even in those parishes that transfer the Epiphany or Ascension to the nearest Sunday its celebration is often indistinguishable from your average Sunday, save a few hymns. Yet Epiphany has more to celebrate than the other Festivals: the Baptism, the Wedding, the first miracles, and, in the West, the appearance of the Magi.

I am no liturgical scholar. I’m an amateur, a child, really, when it comes to liturgics. And this is part of the problem. I know Epiphany ought to be celebrated with great celebration, but how? Where are the resources? Where are the Lutheran traditions? Where is the desire? In fact, the few Lutheran resources I have read intimate that Epiphany ought to be greeted with great fanfare, but what does that look like?

My friend Pastor Weedon (and others with him) has often emphasized the rich liturgical and theological contributions of Lutherans of yesteryear, for which I am quite thankful. But as I read blogs and essays and hear discussion from all over (no names here), I think of Hansel and Gretel: little Lutheran Hansel leaving home with bread aplenty, wandering through the woods, dropping little bits here and there until finally his loaf has all but disappeared. He is hungry and lost and has little left. Many fine LCMS pastors, scholars and liturgists do a commendable job in tracking down the bits dropped in this or that century. But I wonder: when we bring them back to Hansel and Gretel, cold and shivering, why do they respond, “Oh, that’s not my bread. I’ve got my bread right here!”

Not the best analogy. Here’s another:

The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned [from Crete] had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their place, insomuch that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question of things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same. (from Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ship_of_Theseus)

So the Lutherans had their ship and the next generation repaired a few boards, here and there, and so forth, each generation replacing a board. Some had to use temporary boards that made an approximate fit, hoping the next generation would remember to find the correct board. Still others found a shorter mast might be more expedient under certain sailing conditions and made adjustments. That generation sailed to other waters and found the holds too small and enlarged them slightly. One generation realized depending on the wind was foolish, and added some diesel engines to make it through the doldrums. Are we sailing the same ship?

I think I know the answer. You may too. Here’s a quote from Luther’s Works:

Thereupon the priest reads a collect in monotone on F-fa-ut,

Almighty God, who art the protector of all who trust in thee, without whose grace no one is able to do anything, or to stand before thee: Grant us richly thy mercy, that by thy holy inspiration we may think what is right and by thy power may perform the same; for the sake of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Thereafter the Epistle in the Eighth Tone, and let him for the reciting note remain on the same pitch as the collect. The rules for it are these:

Period is the end of a sentence.

Colon is a part of a sentence.

Comma is a subdivision within the colon.

Rules for this chant

Luther, M. 1999, c1965. Vol. 53: Luther’s works, vol. 53 : Liturgy and Hymns (J. J. Pelikan, H. C. Oswald & H. T. Lehmann, Ed.). Luther’s Works. Fortress Press: Philadelphia

Chanting the Collect? That is bad enough. Chanting the Epistle?? How can that be Lutheran?

Obviously I am not speaking here about the wrong style of vestment, or the deplorable architectural foolishness wherein the “altar rails” stick out into the nave; nor “women’s voting,” modern VBS programs, or “singing new hymns.” This brief quote, from what is often considered Luther’s more “low-church” worship service says plenty. Nevermind the implied activity for the average parish priest according to Luther: he is to pray Matins and Vespers every day, preparing the chants, the homily (or finding one to read). He writes,

Let the chants in the Sunday masses and Vespers be retained; they are quite good and are taken from Scripture. However, one may lessen or increase their number. But to select the chants and Psalms for the daily morning and evening service shall be the duty of the pastor and preacher. For every morning he shall appoint a fitting responsory or antiphon with a collect, likewise for the evening; this is to be read and chanted publicly after the lesson and exposition.

Luther, M. 1999, c1965. Vol. 53: Luther’s works, vol. 53 : Liturgy and Hymns (J. J. Pelikan, H. C. Oswald & H. T. Lehmann, Ed.). Luther’s Works. Fortress Press: Philadelphia

We are aboard Thesus’ Ship, and there are few schematics, and those are often misread.

But is it so bad? Or should we wander off, looking for a “more pure” or at least more original Lutheran Church? I don’t think those exist, and creating one is simply schismatic.

Should we ignore such discussion and claim that all these things were barnacles of catholicism that we have been slowly scraping off our hull and are the stronger for it?

Should we systematically re-introduce the bits of breadcrumbs and original rigging of the once-Lutheran Church? This is the call semper reformanda (”continual reformation”) that you hear, that pastors at the Seminaries hear continually. That is the cry of Confessionals all the time: “Educate your people! Teach them the truth!” (What a liberal sentiment, that if only we can educate people enough they will do the right thing and be on the straight and narrow.)

Here is where I fail you, dear friends. I have no answer to give…not here and not now. There are some voices calling for such a better Lutheran Synod. Some advocate staying and fighting, er, teaching for the true Lutheran way. Some are content with regaining the last 50 years of Lutheran practice, never mind the other 450. Some recognize the change and development of the Lutheran church since the Reformation in a positive manner.

Some who have written on this theme (all more eloquently than I…but remember, this is draft 1) have jumped ship. Others have grown tired and given up. Some just fade away, like The Rolling Stones. Others continue the fight, and fight with those alongside them.

I don’t have the answer. Perhaps I’m Chicken Little or jousting at windmills.