God is Pro-Life (Gen 9:1-7)

Author’s Note: I am preaching through Genesis on Wednesday nights. Here I will present edited notes in blog form. You can listen to the sermon below and download it here. May God be glorified and His people edified. Comments below if you like.

We have to remember that God is the God of eternity, and if the study of Genesis has shown us anything it is that the problems we face today as sinners have their root at the introduction of sin in the Garden, and the resultant curse, but that there is hope — eternal hope — found in fearing the LORD, trusting in the LORD, which necessarily entails obeying His commandments.

We’ve also seen what happens when men don’t obey God’s commandments, when they don’t fear Him, trust in Him. Most recently, we’ve seen the entire population of earth — with the exception of eight faithful men and women, represented by the head of the family, Noah — the entire population of the earth blotted out, washed away by a global, catastrophic Flood. But hope came at the end of the Flood. In chapter eight that the waters subsided, Noah and his family got off the ark, and the first thing he did was worship the LORD. The old world was dead, but by the grace and mercy of God he, his wife, his sons, and their wives had their lives preserved to forge humanity’s way — under God — in a new world. Noah makes an altar and sacrifices clean animals. All of this is pleasing to God. He smells the soothing aroma.

And then curiously, in 8:21, He says to Himself, not others, “I will never again curse the ground on account of man, for the intent of man’s heart is evil from his youth; and I will never again destroy every living thing, as I have done.” He says this to Himself in chapter eight. But now, as chapter nine begins, He will once again speak to man, and specifically to Noah. We pick up in Genesis 9:1: Continue reading “God is Pro-Life (Gen 9:1-7)”

On Planned Parenthood: The wicked strut, the Lord reigns

Rather than show any semblance of a conscience — except to exhibit their’s is seared (Rom 2:15; 1 Tim 4:2) — Planned Parenthood has gone all in, giving God and any who would stand up for the murdered unborn the finger, ironically using a children’s movie to do it.

The wicked strut about on every side when vileness is exalted among the sons of men. – Ps 12:8

Meanwhile, President Obama’s Department of Justice prepares to investigate the group showing for all to see what so many of us suspected already.

They can drop all the mics they want. I long for the day the Lord Jesus Christ drops Planned Parenthood, and the millions of children murdered on their watch cheer and glory in the Lamb who was slain for them.

I cannot pledge my allegiance

I love my country. Let me make that clear. If you know me in the least you are more than aware I am not part of the hate America or blame America wing of the political spectrum. On the contrary, I am a patriot. I love my country.

I love its flag. Our flag. I love how it represents men who fought that I might be free. I love how it represents men who died to set other people free. And if you want to get silly, attach the flag to any sporting event and the chances of me getting interested increase exponentially. I love that Superman’s outfit deliberately includes American colors. Captain America is even my favorite Avenger.

I love my country. I love the flag.

I just can’t pledge allegiance to it any longer.

Some Christians do not say the Pledge because, as Paul writes in Philippians 3:20, our citizenship is in heaven. I understand that point of view and, to a degree, sympathize with it. However, I also understand that as Christians, while we are on this earth, we have a dual-citizenship. We are not to have friendship with the world, for that is enmity with God (Jas 4:4). We are not of the world, but we are in it (at least for now). My home is with Christ and that is much to be desired, but for now I am also an American. So that’s not why I can no longer say the pledge. Continue reading “I cannot pledge my allegiance”

Our racist past, murderous present, and eternal hope

Yesterday was Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. Tomorrow is another anniversary. I post this in between intentionally.

I’ve been reminded in recent days about the sinfulness of sin when it comes to racism, particularly in this country. The 2011 film The Help has been playing on TNT in recent days, and it is one of the favorite films my wife and I can agree on. It’s just a wonderfully told story, a period piece of the South in the 1960s. It’s absolutely infuriating at times. That final scene where Abilene gets fired comes to mind. But more than that, it angers me that my parents’ and grandparents’ generations not only condoned such behavior, but took part in it.

That righteous anger was reinforced when my wife and I rented the recent film The Butler from Redbox the other night. It is the story of an African-American boy who sees his mother taken away to be raped and then his father killed before his eyes by a stereotypical white Southern plantation owner. He becomes a house servant and eventually leaves, circumstance taking him to the employ of the White House, where he serves from the Eisenhower administration into Reagan’s second term.

The film is engaging until it absolutely comes apart in the final twenty minutes, when it strips off all pretense and reveals itself to be little more than a propaganda piece. Even so, the depictions of racism are real, particularly in the scenes where the butler’s son is a participant in receiving ridicule, injury, and arrest because of the color of his skin. Righteous anger wells up.

I start to be thankful for how far it seems our country has come in such a short time on race. To be sure, America has seen its citizen push forward in several ways to realize the key ideal of Dr. King’s most famous speech, that men are judged not by the color of their skin but the content of their character.

I start to be thankful, but then I consider how many African-American children were slain yesterday, and will be today, before they ever take a breath. I remember that tomorrow is the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision in 1973. I remember that the religion of abortion has a temple called Planned Parenthood, and its Solomon, Margaret Sanger, built it to eradicate the black race from Harlem. I remember, and I lament.

We still have so far to go.

And yet I have joy… and hope, for I remember what Paul said to the Athenians in Acts 17:24-27:

The God who made the world and all things in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands;  nor is He served by human hands, as though He needed anything, since He Himself gives to all people life and breath and all things;  and He made from one man every nation of mankind to live on all the face of the earth, having determined their appointed times and the boundaries of their habitation, that they would seek God, if perhaps they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us.

To quote another Pauline phrase, creation groans. We groan within ourselves, but not without hope. Jesus has made us all. There really is only one race — the human race — and Jesus saves sinners in that race from the consequences of their sin every day. One day He will return and make all things well. Until then, we grope for Him, knowing that the days are evil, but salvation is here… and coming.

While we wait for that great day, let us contend to abhor the very idea of racism, and the very idea of abortion, for they are both broadsides in the spirit of Satan against the very image of the One we were created in (Gen 1:26-27).

The worst day in American history

Today marked forty years since the Supreme Court’s decision in Roe v. Wade, a decision which made legal the act of abortion, the taking of the life of an unborn child.

The Planned Parenthood/NARAL/NOW crowd has predictably cheered as they celebrate “a woman’s right to choose,” but I contend that January 22, 1973, was to date the worst day in the history of the United States of America.

You could argue that September 11, 2001, was, or December 7, 1941. I’d understand that logic. Or perhaps April 12, 1861, the day South Carolinians fired on Fort Sumter, giving Abraham Lincoln all the justification he needed for a Civil War. But I judge these things more my the decisions that lead to the tragedy more than the tragedy itself. And clearly, the abominable decision by the Supreme Court forty years ago today is what has made legal the murder of 55 million babies.

Read that again. Continue reading “The worst day in American history”

An anniversary of death

Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight! – Isa 5:20-21

Today is January 22, 2011, which means it’s been 38 years since the Supreme Court ruled in the case of Roe v. Wade, legalizing abortion in the United States of America. Since then, in a nation that was founded on the principles of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, over 53 million innocent lives have been legally cut off. A government that derives its powers, supposedly, from the consent of the governed has given over 53 million of their governed no voice, and in some circles this has happened to thunderous applause.

People often talk about how we live in a “culture of death.” The truth is that this culture has existed since sin entered the world, and death through sin, when Adam violated God’s Law in the Garden of Eden (Gen 3, Rom 5:12-19).

It seems that this “culture of death” has never been as evident as now, however. MTV recently televised a documentary on a teenage mother having an abortion. And just this past week a Philadelphia abortionist was arrested when a woman who came for an abortion died and it was revealed he had murdered seven babies who survived failed abortions by severing their spinal columns with scissors. It was also revealed that he had performed many illegal late-term abortions. What struck me as I read that story is that if those murders had happened inside the womb they would have been legal. He would have been protected by law.

Often when we read the Old Testament we shake our heads at the gross nature of the treachery of those who were part of the chosen nation of God. They worshipped a golden calf on more than one occasion (Exod 32; 1 Kgs 12). They made their children pass through the fire (Ezek 16:21). They even ate their own offspring (Lam 2:20).

How is what our nation, and our world, allows any different? A woman’s choice and control over her own body is a poor excuse for the largest scale and grossest genocide in the history of the world. Our nation will be rightly judged by a holy God.

What follows is a video produced by Abort73.com. THIS is abortion, and I warn you that it is a graphic video. But THIS is abortion.

Come quickly, Lord Jesus!