When we look at our lives we see that we have no stability and hope in ourselves. Yet we would like to have that stability and hope. We would like to have everything assembled and orderly. This is what the confessions do. They gather the biblical thoughts, the emotions, the desires we have to serve our Lord, and they gather them into a coherent building. My life without a confessional framework is like the pieces of lumber and the nails and screws stored in my garage. It's got a good deal of potential. But it isn't assembled in an orderly way. A view of Christianity that is orderly, confessional, historical, takes those building materials and assembles them into something that makes sense, that will stand the weather, that provides shelter, that will last.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Vaguely Confessional Musings
I had an encounter today with some building materials I've got stored in the garage. There were some pieces of lumber, scraps of pipe and pipe wrap, and a variety of other items which had become disorganized. As I was shifting them here and there, trying to make some order out of chaos, I started thinking about what it means to be a confessional Christian. And since it seems there's at least some modicum of order made in the chaos of my garage, at least for now, I thought I'd write down some of those thoughts.