I Believe Some Wrong Theology

I believe the Gospel.

Some of my theology is wrong.

Some of my theology will be wrong at death.

The Bible doesn’t indicate that God is in a constant state of annoyance with, anxiety over, or suspicion of me.

He patiently loves and teaches me.

How ought we to love one another?

My Ministry is Built on the Backs of Slaves

Yesterday, my alma mater, The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, released the results of a one-year study—”Report on Slavery and Racism in the History of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary.”

It is a severe and sobering thing to consider:

My formal theological education (and therefore a significant part of my ministry) was built on the backs of slaves.

Without them, my alma mater would have failed long before I arrived.

This grieves me.

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Seeing Down Both Sides of the Street

Several years ago, I went for a long walk in my wife’s hometown while staying there on vacation. As I looked down the sidewalk, I noticed a well-to-do looking woman walking toward me. As she reached the intersection a block ahead, she crossed the street. Then she continued to walk in the same direction. I assumed she lived on that side of the street. At the end of the block, I glanced back. Once past me, she crossed back to my side of the street and continued on her way.

I wondered for a moment at her action. Why had she crossed the street? There was no mud or broken sidewalk or dogs to avoid. Then it dawned on me—she crossed the street to avoid me.

I wondered at that for a moment. Why did this woman want to avoid me?

Then it hit me.

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The Same Kind of “Different” as Jesus

Do you want your kids to be “different” from others?

I do.

And I don’t.

I want my kids to be “different” in all the ways that others admire and praise and value.

I do not want my kids to be “different” in all the ways that others mock and pity and despise and reject and ridicule.

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