Mission/Vision
KING’S CROSS CHURCH exists to glorify God and enlarge His Kingdom by gathering regularly to proclaim and celebrate the Gospel of Jesus Christ, yielding to the authority of God’s Word as illuminated by the Holy Spirit and summarized in the historic Christian Creeds and Reformed Confessions, partaking together of Christ’s presence in the Sacraments, providing opportunities to love and serve one another in Community, equipping the saints for Ministry to those who are lost and hurting, both locally and globally, and preparing them to cultivate Shalom (peace and well-being) wherever God calls them to serve.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Lunatic, Liar or Lord
“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronizing nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.”
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Forgive Us These Faults, Tim Keller
For decades Kathy and I have profited immensely from the pastoral wisdom of the converted slave trader John Newton. As an 18th-century Anglican minister, Newton was a good preacher, but it was as a pastor, counselor, and adviser that he excelled. His pastoral letters are a treasure chest. In one of his letters (entitled "Some Blemishes on Christian Character") Newton points out that while most Christians succeed in avoiding more gross sins, many do not actually experience much in the way of actual spiritual growth.
Newton lays out a convicting and specific example of the
kinds of Christian people who coast on their strengths but do nothing about
their weaknesses and so rob themselves and others of joy and God of his glory.
These blemishes are often seen by their bearers as mere "foibles."
Newton says they "may not seem to violate any express command of
Scripture" and yet, they are "properly sinful" because they are
the opposite of the fruit of the Spirit that believers are supposed to
exhibit.
These "small faults" mean that large swaths of
the Christian population have little influence on others for Christ. While our
faults always seem small to us due to the natural self-justification of the
heart, you can be sure they don't look so small to others.
Over the years I've gone back again and again to this
list in the manner he directs to use in my personal self-examination (not as a
way to find fault with others). As a result I've seen things in myself that
I've sought to stamp out with God's grace. And as I've worked through the list
I've expanded it—often breaking some of his larger categories into smaller ones
in order to be more incisive.
Here I'll share my expanded list—based heavily on his
Newton's original one. Since Newton gave each case study a slightly humorous
Latin name, I've done the same.
Austerus is a solid and disciplined
Christian but abrasive, critical, and ungenerous in dealing with people,
temperamental, seldom giving compliments and praise, and almost never gentle.
Infitialis is a person of careful
and deliberate character but habitually cynical, negative, and pessimistic,
always discouraging ("that will never work"), unsupportive, and
vaguely unhappy.
Pulsus is passionate, yes, but also
impulsive and impatient, not thinking things out, speaking too soon, always
quick to complain and lodge a protest, often needs to apologize for rash
statements.
Querulus is a person of strong
convictions, but known to be opinionated, a poor listener, argumentative, not
very teachable, and slow to admit wrong.
Subjectio is a resourceful and
ambitious person, but also someone who often shades the truth, puts a lot of
spin on things (close to misrepresentation), is very partisan, self-promoting,
and turf-conscious.
Potestas gets things done but needs
to control every situation, has trouble sharing power, has a need to do
everything him or herself, and is very suspicious and mistrustful of others.
Fragilis is friendly and seeks
friends, but constantly gets feelings hurt, easily feels slighted and put down,
is often offended and upset by real and imagined criticism by others.
Curiosus is sociable but enjoys
knowing negative things about people, finds ways of passing the news on, may
divulge confidences, and enjoys confronting too much.
Volatilis is kind-hearted and eager
to help, but simply not reliable—isn't punctual, doesn't follow through on
promises, always over-extended, and as a result may do shoddy work.
Look at these and ask which one or two most describe you.
Have the courage to ask someone else you know, too. In future articles we'll
look both at why so many of us seem to be stuck in these character flaws
instead of growing and changing to be of more godly character.
This article originally appeared in Redeemer Presbyterian
Church's monthly Redeemer Report.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
It's a Wonderful Life
"Everyone on earth should believe, amid whatever madness or moral failure, that his life and temperament have some object on earth. Everyone on earth should believe that he has something to give to the world which cannot otherwise be given. Everyone should, for the good of men and for the saving of his own soul, believe that it is possible, even if we are the enemies of the human race, to be the friends of God." (G. K. Chesterton)
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Ragman
Ragman
by Walter Wangerin, Jr.
I saw a strange sight. I stumbled upon a story most strange, like nothing my life, my street sense, my sly tongue had ever prepared me for.
Hush, child. Hush, now, and I will tell it to you.
Even before the dawn one Friday morning I noticed a young man, handsome and strong, walking the alleys of our City. He was pulling an old cart filled with clothes both bright and new, and he was calling in a clear, tenor voice: "Rags!" Ah, the air was foul and the first light filthy to be crossed by such sweet music.
"Rags! New rags for old! I take your tired rags! Rags!"
"Now, this is a wonder," I thought to myself, for the man stood six-feet-four, and his arms were like tree limbs, hard and muscular, and his eyes flashed intelligence. Could he find no better job than this, to be a ragman in the inner city?
I followed him. My curiosity drove me. And I wasn't disappointed.
Soon the Ragman saw a woman sitting on her back porch. She was sobbing into a handkerchief, sighing, and shedding a thousand tears. Her knees and elbows made a sad X. Her shoulders shook. Her heart was breaking.
The Ragman stopped his cart. Quietly, he walked to the woman, stepping round tin cans, dead toys, and Pampers.
"Give me your rag," he said so gently, "and I'll give you another."
He slipped the handkerchief from her eyes. She looked up, and he laid across her palm a linen cloth so clean and new that it shined. She blinked from the gift to the giver.
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