We are big on the Gospel at Refuge Church. In fact, you could say it's our thing. We aim to herald it in everything we do and in every passage of whole books of the Bible. We've been trying to figure out how much weight it can hold since this thing was the size of the average Mormon family meeting in an apartment. So far, it can take (checks figures) all of the weight. I know there are churches out there that only blow the dust off of the Gospel on Easter and Christmas, but we are about as interested in that sort of thing as gluten-free doughn...Read More
Nearly 60,000,000 die every year on planet Earth. This is one of the things that makes human beings so bewildering. I'm not talking about the fact that they die, but the fact that they take so little time to consider death.
Human beings will do nearly anything to avert their eyes from death; it's a pathological and universal impulse. You can think about it abstractly and in others, but try to turn your mind to the thought that your body will one day...Read More
One of the great projects of progressive Christianity is to fix those parts of the Bible which run afoul of its own highly developed sense of morality. You know, the moral code over there in the corner, waiting in quivering anticipation to strain out the gnats of microagressive males and swallow a handful of black-market baby parts. In this noble project, Jesus is often called in to help—at least, a big sieve with "Jesus" written on the handle, perfect for straining out...Read More
Long before I began teaching the Bible as my primary pastoral duty, I served as a worship leader. You know, the guy with the Taylor guitar and the poor stage presence? The one who talks too much between songs, occasionally forgetting that he's not the preacher? Yeah, that guy.
As I look back over those years of leading the gathered church in song, one emotion tends to dominate. I'm not sure what to call it, but it is the feeling you get when you are cringing in embarrassment at your 17-year-0ld self. Some of this cringing comes from my own vanity, (remembering how dumb I looked with shoulder-length hair and a Led Zeppelin...Read More
We all have that one friend. You know, the one with the mouth that seems permanently arranged in a smirk. The one who is fluent in two languages: English and sarcasm. The one with battery acid under his texting thumb. The one with a singular gift for the cutting...Read More
Where to start, daughter of mine? Do I try to wrestle these 26 characters and 14 punctuation marks into a two-dimensional sculpture of my joy at your arrival? Such a thing is beyond me, I confess; I've never been much good at...Read More
In the last entry here at Mouse & Mane, I wrote about my family's nightly practice of catechesis, hymn-singing, Bible reading, and prayer. As mentioned, we are currently making our way through Solomon's Proverbs—instruction from a father to his son in wise living before God. Pondering his proverbial wisdom has lately caused me to consider the man himself. The conclusion I've arrived at after pondering his life and words is somewhat of a contrariety; Solomon was the wisest idiot...Read More
Most evenings, should you peer through the front window of the Sauvé homestead, you would see our two little men gathered around mommy and daddy on the living room couch (with the addition of one little lady in Russian-nesting-doll-mode) having a lively of discussion. We gather thus to look to Jesus for grace...Read More
I love words. This singular fact travels most of the distance in explaining my general and undisciplined prolixity. It also explains why I just used the word "prolixity" in a sentence, a word which would serve you well should you ever find in your heart a desire to insult me with some accuracy...Read More
Today is as good a day to be disliked as any, I suppose. Herein, I plan to opine on LGBTQ issues, transgenderism, and, if I'm feeling especially cranky, maybe women pastors. I can hear the internet creaking in protest already. I hit "publish" on this one with a trepidation born of not being a masochist—but also with the pronounced suspicion that many will energetically prove my forthcoming point with regards to the location and criticality of the battle lines drawn by the secularist generals...Read More
In a previous post, I presupposed that we humans are somewhat obsessed with physical beauty. We wrap up the firm and the youthful in the stretchiest and clingiest fibers the modern textile industry can manufacture, photograph the result, photoshop it for good measure, then publish it with all our might and to every available channel. In that post, I was referring to both men and women, and I believe it is true for both. However, I believe there are several amplifying factors...Read More
My wife, Lexy, and I recently attended a local marriage conference. We were able to do this without our kids (thanks, Mom!), which makes this the equivalent of a two-week, all-inclusive cruise for you single people. The conference was led by Bill Farley, who happens to be the father of one of the men I serve with on the Elder team at Refuge.
It was a very simple conference. It wasn't focused on the psychology of marital communication, conflict resolution, or childrearing. Nor did it consist of an arbitrary number of tips to spice up your sex...Read More
You're probably familiar with the concept of searing your conscience, that is, holding it under the flame of unrepentant sin until it's medium rare. It is a scary reality. Probably the worst judgment you can receive from God on this side of the wedding supper of the Lamb is being given over. No more grace. No more pleading. Just, "Thy will be done" to a conscience that is seared to well...Read More
Implications are important things. An implication is a thing that is true because another thing is true. For example, a dual implication of my intemperate use of dad humor would be frequent hoots from my kids and weary looks/polite laughs from my friends. You get the...Read More
Gavin Ortlund wrote an excellent piece over at The Gospel Coalition today on William Paul Young's new book, Lies We Believe About God. In the book, Young—author of the mega-popular novel, The Shack—nails his 28 theses to the door of Atria Books publishing house in the form of 28 "lies" we believe about God, along with his responses to those so-called...Read More
I'm really sick of reading stuff about church vision. When I click a link and start reading, only to find that the seemingly benign title is actually another [Blank] Steps to a More Visiony Vision piece, I hit the back button with the kind of catlike dexterity born of having to click that danged button so often—that is, with vigor. So naturally, this is an article about church vision. What I'm saying (and in my best dad voice), is that this is going to hurt me more than it...Read More
Let’s go ahead and rip the band-aid, shall we? Here goes: Not everyone is good looking. There, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, before we get into the matter at hand in earnest, I want to stop and point at two fairly obvious...Read More