Friday, November 09, 2007

Wow!

Dr. Prophettess Juanita Bynum has repented of saying bad things in her 'priestly robes'. Just when I thought the word faith people were completely lost and beyond hope, we have this.

I mean, besides having anti-biblical theology, being a false teacher, serving in an biblically outlawed position of ministry, prostituting the ministry for financial gain, being part of a movement that is daily waging outright war against the Church of Jesus Christ, she's now all right in my books.

If she sins while wearing her priestly robes, in front of the church, then putting them back on and commanding her congregation to forgive her makes it all better!

Hooray!

Until Next Time,

The Armchair "Putting the 'the' back in 'theology'" Geek!

(If it isn't deep, at least make it sound deep! If anyone can make it through the whole 16 minutes of that clip, you're more patient than I...)

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

First new post in forever!

Okay...it appears that Facebook has completely stolen all our free time and we've forgotten about the world of blogging. Hopefully we will now start to get back to the world of blogdom and stop wasting time on Facebook. Any thoughts for now?

Well, this is a cop-out post but I figure that I should say something.

I'm really thankful for the Theo Amigos. Looking at my life, I'm amazed at how I have a handful of solid friends who love the Lord and struggle to be men who rightly handle the word, and I'm amazed at how I'm studying at one of the best schools while attending one of the best churches in North America. God has been exceedingly gracious.

Now I need to get to sleep! Until Next Time,

The Armchair Theologian

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Remembering a Spiritual Giant--and Father in Faith

Larger than Life

It was the twentieth of August 2006. Karmyn and I sat three rows from the front, just to the (stage) right of the pulpit. The air felt cool, the environment overwhelming. The music was beautiful and then, Doc stepped up to the Pulpit to welcome us all to the worship service. The big baritone voice was incredible. It was larger then life, and one couldn't understand it from just watching him on TV. The voice penetrated you. I felt overwhelmed.

This man was larger than life. The first to be saved in my family was my mother, she was saved watching him preach while my dad was working the night shift. He was a mentor to my father who studied the Liberty Home Bible Institute Doc founded with Dr. Harold Wilmington.

As a child I had read his autobiography, "Strength for the Journey" and Jerry Falwell became a ministry ideal for me. He did all the things I thought the church should do, from the home for alcoholics, to the nationwide chain of Liberty Godparent Homes for unwed mothers, facilitating thousands adoptions. He founded Liberty University, to train up "young champions for Christ" a phrase my dad often quoted. The most memorable is, "A man's character is measured by what it takes to discourage him". When I played competitive sports, when I started a ministry project, this line often encouraged me to go foreword.

He was preaching in I Corinthians and his verse 26:

In verse 26, we see that God's purpose for each of us is to use us for His glory. We read the words, “For ye see your calling, brethren.” The word “calling” refers to the saving will of God; the effectual call; the call that results in redemption. The use of the word "brethren" makes that clear. He is speaking of believers. Saved people. What is it to which God saves us? He saves us to a life of usefulness and fruitfulness... a life of purpose and productivity. He does not call us to be spectators, but participants.

The very next week, I met David Wheeler who said "God wants you to be a church planter". He laughed disarmingly and then said, "Seriously, have you ever considered it?" It was the final human recognition that we needed to begin our pursuit of this challenging ministry.

Meeting the Man

But then I got to know this man, this icon of education, ministry, politics and so many other things. I was walking to class one morning, when I saw the big black suburban pass me by and I was shocked by the tremendously ridiculous train engine horn that blared just feet from me! Inside Doc was laughing like a maniac, waved and moved on. I shook his hand a week later as I joined Thomas Road Church, and he asked me about where I was from. I told him Alberta Canada, and he struck up a conversation about the oil industry and on how he had recently told the president to rely more on Canadian oil, if possible. "At least they won't try to kill us". He recalled saying.

He was never without his smile, the sparkle in his eye and the gracious nature that let any one of his 22,000+ students, 20,000 church members, or Old Time Gospel Hour listeners walk right up to him and earn a few moments of time.

Working for the University as a parking attendant for NCAA games, I was often in charge of the executive lot, where Doctor Falwell and his friends parked. This became a harrowing experience my first day, when I went to move the cones out of the way and he came straight at me accelerating. I stepped back, he kept coming, then when I realized he wouldn't lose this game of chicken, I leaped behind a parked car and he zoomed by with his and out the window waving back at me.

The next game he stopped and apologized that I had to stand outside in such cold weather, and promised to save a piece of pizza for me if I could make it in the building during the game.

That was Doctor Falwell a man of fun and compassion. A good guy, but most importantly a man committed to the gospel ministry of Jesus Christ.

Formed by Falwell

Humanly speaking, it was because of Doctor Falwell, my Mom, and eventually my whole family was saved. Because of his training program that my father developed into a spiritual leader who raised us conscientiously "in the discipline and admonition of the Lord" (Eph 6:3). Dr. Falwell's Liberty University was the place my Uncle Darren and Aunt Cheryl met, and they became a major part of my life as I went through college and started ministry. It was the care and concern for the Scripture and the ministry of the "message preached" that became a model for my grandfather, Dr. Lyle Richards. Grandpa was my ministry mentor and the man that encouraged me to read good theology and to aspire to great preaching.

Last Words

The Last sermon I heard from Doc, three weeks ago, was The Indestructibility of God's Servant. He said a phrase I immediately wrote down:

"God’s man/woman is indestructible until he has finished the work God has called him to do. Therefore, we have no reason to fear anyone or anything. God's Servant is bullet-proof, until God is finished with him".

While Doc has gone on to his reward, we left behind can still follow his example, learn from his mistakes and remember the last words he uttered in my hearing:
"God is faithful. He is never surprised. He is never perplexed. He is never out of control. Remember what He said."

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

The Cross Movement

So I was driving today listening to the only rap group I enjoy, The Cross Movement, and could not help but think how of the charts giftent these guys are. They are so outspoken about the gospel, their faith, and the importance of everyone's need for Christ in their lives, while simultaneously skillfully rapping about it. I makes me think that all of these dudes who get credit as skilled lyricists and manipulators of words prove nothing to me until they can incorporate words like eschaton into their songs. But all of this is beside the real importance of Crossmovement. What I find, as well as at least one of the other amigos, is their solid doctrine and their recognition and understanding of God's word. They hold no bones about what the truth is, what it means, and what it is for. God's glory! The one song that I wanted to post the lyrics to are not yet on the net, so instead I will post a few of my faves.

This is the last verse from the song Hip-Hopcracy:

Well now if Hip-Hop is gonna be true to life
Then Hip-Hop’s gotta be true to Christ
‘Cause as the Hebrew writer cites,
His creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
So that kick and snare that jerks your spine is ‘cause God made noise work by design
So it’s Divine and not by chance that you can make a hot track and do a little dance
And write a little rhyme
Ain’t that crazy?
Words whose sounds match that stimulate the mind
And what if you can write a verse?
How you paying homage to music’s Maker with punchlines of curse?
And the stanza’s that modern man does are full of vanity, vulgarity and propaganda
But I guess that’s this age –
We Thugs and Fools
We even stick God up and saying, “Run the jewels!”
But God ain’t the type to lay down flat and put His hand behind His head and turn His back
He’s the type to look right back down your pipe
And see the Cross in the crosshairs of your site
And be like, “Oh you sticking me up? No you’ not…
I’m loaning you my stuff, but you on the clock.
And when that last tic-tocks, I’m coming to your block
To see what you did with my Son and with my Hip-Hop!”
So woe to all men who have abused the craft with unjustified math and filthy cash
“Will a man rob God?” No indeed
But that’s the sin and attempt of Hip-Hop-cracy


That last section sent chills up my spine the first time I heard it! Will man rob God...NO INDEED! Awesome! Here is the chorus of the song "Im Not Of", another beauty!

Who’s mic is this?
I’m in it, but I ain’t of it
I live it, but I don’t love it

Who’s life is this?
I admit it
I ain’t above it
I gotta get it
But I don’t covet

Who’s world is this?
It’s dated
many love it
I hate it
But I don’t judge it

Who’s world is this?
Not to conform
Who’s life is this?
Here to transform

Who’s mic is this?
Flavor, not norm
Salt and light, among the night
Word bond!


I am in it, not of it, I live but I don't love it! Man I these guys rule! Wow!

But here is what impressed me most about CM. I just stumbled upon it while looking at their website...and it happens to be the best presentation of the gospel I have ever witnessed! These dudes are full on theologians with a heart for the lost! Check this link out:
THE TRUTH THAT EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW
This is what is most important. More than anything else on earth...it is how my friend would say, "How do you know, that you know that if you died tonight...?"

Peace all!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

A silly break from exam studying!

OKay. When I was young we got American TV channels from Seattle, and the NBC feed was on KING-TV (King5). On Saturday nights, at 11:30pm, before Saturday Night Live was on, was the best sketch comedy show ever. I'd always stay up and watch "Almost Live!" on King5, ever since I was probably in grade 7 or so. And on that sketch comedy show was a gung-fu sketch from time to time called "Mind your Manners with Billy Quan". Absolutely retarded, but I remember it being absurdly funny. I found it on Youtube, and it's not quite as funny as I remember it...but it's still quite silly. Here's some clips:









Enjoy the study break...now BACK TO WORK!

Until Next Time,

The Armchair Geek

Saturday, April 21, 2007

I'm gong on summer missions with...

...The Backstreet Boys?

Apparently!

This is awesome...Kevin Litrell giving his "testimony" on the Hour of Power.

After being in the US for almost a year, I've learned that only a Southern Baptist can look back on a decade plus career with a group like the Backstreet Boys and refer to it as "a ministry". Oh man! (Why is it that every "Christian" celebrity (Media celeb, not celebrity reformed pastor) has weaksauce theology and is somewhere on the spectrum between "fruity" and "psycho"?)

So, let's analyse the "ministry" of the Backstreet Boys and discover...

THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO THE BACKSTREET BOYS:

...No, I cannot do this. Their lyrics are so absolutely stupid, and I mean, consider this one song "Last Night You Saved My Life" from the album Never Gone:


Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Its 3 am, I can't sleep
Too late to call this is not like me
But I'm still lifted from the tattoo on the small of your back
The angle of your chin when you were looking back

See, god you're beautiful and I'm still coming down
I'd like a one-night stand, that had to stick around
But I'm still floating on the perfume you left on my sheets
I haven't changed a thing since your goodbye to me

Tonight I stare out the window
Knowing I'll never again be alone

Last night you changed my life
And I was stuck in the moment that you kissed me the first time
Last night you saved my life with your love
Saved my life
Last night you saved my life

Your fingernails running down my spine
All day I hear your voice like velvet in my mind
It's like I knew you all my life even though we just met
My children in your eyes, something you don't expect

I had to stop myself from calling all day long
I'm glad you called me first, I wanted to be strong
But you were laughing because I answered after just one ring
I tried to play it off
But you knew everything

Last night you changed my life
And I was stuck in the moment that you kissed me the first time
Last night you saved my life with your love
Saved my life (saved my life)
Last night you saved my life with your love

Last night you saved my life (saved my life)
Last night you saved my life

Ohh yeah

I stare at the sky looking for the morning sun
Can't wait to tell you you're the only one
Last night you saved my life

And I was stuck in the moment you kissed me the first time
Last night you saved my life with your love
Saved my life (saved my life)
Last night you changed my life


I mean, COME ON! Backstreet is "a ministry"? Let's take a quick look at this song:

1. "god" (not "God") IS mentioned in the song, but not in any sort of worshipping sense.

2. She left perfume on his sheets? HELLO?

Doesn't the adulteress in Proverbs 7 say:

I have covered my bed
with colored linens from Egypt.

I have perfumed my bed
with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. - Proverbs 7:16-17

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I was going to go on and on with this, but I noticed a whole bunch of parallels with that song and Proverbs 6+7. Essentially, the Backstreet Boys are The Fool from the book of Proverbs. That's them. They're that fool! They're singing songs about basking in their own lusts with a seductress ("tatoo on the small of your back"? Hello? Isn't that called the "tramp stamp"?) and relishing in it with tight-knit harmonies.

I used to laugh at the Backstreet Boys and think they were dumb. Now I'm calling them, and every other boy band "The Fool". (Though I also like "Ev'il Campanile" [pronounced "eveel campaneel"] which is a combination of a Hebrew and Italian word [and the Italian word is mispronounced, I know!] that combine to mean "Fool's Belltower")

Here's their song:

"Let all who are simple come in here! Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!" (Proverbs 9:16-17)

Proverbs also talks about where all the boy bands end up when they have one night stands with stamped tramps:

But little do they know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of the grave. " (Proverbs 9:18)

So I'll no longer refer to the Backstreet Boys not as "a bunch of fools" but as "THE fool". ("Man, those guys are the fool!" That should get conversations going! HA!)

Until Next Time,

The Armchair Theologian

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Weird

So I had my most Lyndon-esque experience in my Existentialism class yesterday. We were talking about Sartre's Dialectical Reason, which is has Sartre wanting to hold to his theory of human freedom but in a social context. It has been argued as his attempt at ethics...anyway this is all meaningless (he he) to the point at hand. The lecturer at one point said, "I think Sartre is just really looking for a hero" (meaning someone to lead society best) and I started laughing my head off. All I could think of was Bonnie Tyler and Sartre doing a duet on the Riviera...

"I need a hero!"

So then the prof was looking at me all weird cause I was laughing so hard. and then all I could think of was Sartre with smoke in hand, leaning on a piano, with Bette Midler sitting on top...

"Did you ever know that you're my herooo..."

So then I was laughing even harder and the prof was really looking at me weird. How does one explain that all they could think of was a mid-century French philosopher doing duets with giant haired 1980s era divas?

I blame Lyndon.