Dean Zahl wrote this blog entry in September, but I thought it would be worth a re-read to those of you who might have read it. - DOBSeptember 8, 2006
EMERGENCY! (PART TWO)
I was leaving a service not long ago, having been just reduced to puree and gruel by a sermon that hammered me for 35 minutes with the Law, and I bumped into somebody I know. He is a layman. I asked him, "What did you think about the sermon?" This is what he said. He said, "It makes me wonder whether I did the right thing when I became a Christian. If it's really just all about effort, and trying harder, I think I'd be happier back in the world."
That was a shaking thing to say. In fact, it mirrored my own sentiments. I had thought to myself along the same lines, as I listened, once again, to a sermon that was pure exhortation. "If this is all it's about, just some perpetual form of cheerleading, I wonder seriously whether I have made a mistake. Have I put my eggs in the wrong basket?"
This is what Law does, when it is laden high on you like ten thousand starchily cooked pancakes. You know you can't do it. You know you can't do what you are being told to do. So a voice rolls right in, saying, "Chuck this! It's not real, it's not true, it's no different from the world's stoicism (at best), and is, to use the vernacular, a 'set up for failure'".
I think of that Nick Lowe song, so piercing in its truth-telling: "I'm a failed Christian." The singer wanted to be a Christian, he "tried" to be a Christian, but under the Law's terms, he failed. So now he's on the outside again, looking in – wistfully, 'tis true, but utterly sagging, probably never to return.
The Law creates “failed Christians." There are millions of them. Many of them are angry, many of them are resentful, many of them hate Christianity on account of the preaching of the Law, and many of them, in my opinion, are candidates for Islam. If not suicide.
I would like to direct your attention, dear Reader, to the following. We have almost all of us sung the Christmas carol "It came upon a midnight clear." It was written by Edward Hamilton Sears a long time ago. It has one killer verse, which, needless to say, has been cut from most contemporary hymnbooks, including our own. Here is the killer verse:
O ye, beneath life's crushing load
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow;
Look now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing.
Sears addressed his Christmas carol to real people, to people seeking relief and not instruction, balm in Gilead and not exhortation, Gospel and not Law.
Dear preacher or preacher of the mind: These are your hearers. They are crushed and bending low. Are you any different from them? I beseech, thee, give them what you need: Grace and Mercy, not Do's and Don'ts.
Love, and ever,
PZ