We live in a time when everyone is smarter than God! We expect this of atheists and agnostics. It is a sad day when those who are in authority in the church lead the charge in attacking the truth of God’s word.
Yesterday a name from my past emerged that reminded me of the trying times at Concordia Seminary in the early 70’s. This was a time when many teachers and leaders in our synod were challenging the veracity of Holy Scripture. I won’t rehearse here everything that happened but ultimately The Lutheran Church Missouri Synod chose to remain faithful to the Holy Scriptures and the Lutheran Confessions.
The attack on God’s word by those who believe that their intellect is above scripture continues today but it is nothing new. More than a century ago the Church of England was already engaged in this debate. A priest by the name of Samuel John Stone became upset by these attacks from Bible critics and was moved to write a most touching hymn, The Church’s One Foundation!
As he saw unorthodox teaching emerging in the church he wrote:
Though with a scornful wonder
The world sees her oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed,
Yet saints their watch are keeping;
Their cry goes up, “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.
May nothing but Christ ever be our foundation, not intellect, not emotion, only the Christ of Scripture!
Take a moment and meditate on this moving hymn:
The Church's One Foundation
The Church’s one foundation
Is Jesus Christ, her Lord;
She is His new creation
By water and the Word.
From heav’n He came and sought her
To be His holy bride;
With His own blood He bought her,
And for her life He died.
Elect from ev’ry nation,
Yet one o’er all the earth;
Her charter of salvation:
One Lord, one faith, one birth.
One holy name she blesses,
Partakes one holy food,
And to one hope she presses
With ev’ry grace endued.
Though with a scornful wonder
The world sees her oppressed,
By schisms rent asunder,
By heresies distressed,
Yet saints their watch are keeping;
Their cry goes up, “How long?”
And soon the night of weeping
Shall be the morn of song.
Through toil and tribulation
And tumult of her war
She waits the consummation
Of peace forevermore
Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.
Yet she on earth has union
With God, the Three in One,
And mystic sweet communion
With those whose rest is won.
O blessèd heav’nly chorus!
Lord, save us by Your grace
That we, like saints before us,
May see You face to face.
Public domain – Lutheran Service Book 644
The southern facade of Notre-Dame de Paris
God’s richest blessings in Christ,
Pastor Philip Quardokus
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