I know an elderly lady, who is part of a very peculiar
church. Look, I know that the King James Bible says God’s people are a peculiar
people. The Bible even says that his people are morons. That’s the Greek word
used when the English Bible says that “God calls the foolish of the world.” And the Greek word which the apostle Peter wrote,
and which was rendered as “peculiar” in English, is a word that might be better
translated as “purchased” because it has to do with belonging to someone as
their possession.
I won’t argue about whether the people of that church
are a purchased people. I’ll just say they are truly a peculiar people.
The elderly lady attends a weekly service in a hotel
meeting room with what is a small local segment of an international body, but
worldwide they probably have less than 10,000 members. The attendance at the
elderly lady’s weekly service varies between 3 and maybe 8 or 9. Now, this lady can barely walk, but she must
attend each week because the other two that regularly attend to make up the
rest of the 3 are a gentleman of I would say about 70 and a woman probably in
her early sixties. Those two are to be seen in each other’s company in public,
but they apparently are not allowed to meet alone in the hotel meeting room
without a third person in attendance because to do so would create the “appearance
of evil”. Who knows what they might be doing on the table during the pre-recorded hymn
service!
No, they must have someone else there or they cannot
hold the service, and the elderly lady, old enough to be the mother of either
of them, goes in case nobody else shows up to be that chaperone. I am not sure
how that doesn’t give the appearance of evil also in this world of variable
numbers of participants in certain acts, but evidently it doesn’t. Peculiar.
I sometimes give the elderly lady a ride to her church
service. That means driving across town to pick her up and then taking her
across the street to the hotel. The others in her fellowship are not able to
cross the street to do that for some reason.
Peculiar.
One day I went to fetch her and the door to the
meeting room was locked. I didn’t realize that at that time they routinely
locked the door. Talk about giving the appearance of evil. What might you be
doing behind the locked door of a hotel room? I wondered how interested people
(hypothetically there might be another peculiar person interested) would gain
access. I asked about it after the door
was unlocked and opened. I was told that they were doing that so that nobody
would shoot them. Peculiar.
I don’t mind peculiar. I’m pretty weird myself. But
what I do mind is that when I talk to these people for more than a few minutes,
I gain a sense that they are fearful. Afraid of doing the wrong thing. Afraid that they may not achieve the eternal
life they are seeking. Afraid that their performance won’t cut it. I don’t detect love, because you cannot give
what you don’t have, and fear is what thrives in the absence of love. In fact,
the Bible says that “perfect love drives out fear.” Now, that isn’t peculiar. That is basic
psychology.
The love of God is unconditional, and in that
unconditional love he promises eternal life to those morons he has called. It
doesn’t depend on them. They can’t earn it, nor can anyone thwart him. He
describes this in Romans 8, a chapter that begins with no condemnation and ends
with no separation, while everything in between is your story if you are among
the morons God has called.
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