Sick of blah, blah, blah

Greg Stier
Greg Stier
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My five year old boy often says, “Daddy all you talk about is blah, blah, blah.” I don’t know what he actually means by this kooky little statement but it makes me laugh.

What doesn’t make me laugh are some of the blah, blah, blah and kooky little statements that are being batted around in many youth ministry circles today. In the name of intellectual freedom and postmodern openness some of the trash that is being peddled as truth in the youth ministry world of books, blogs, magazines and seminars astounds and confounds me. 

Left leaning sages think it is cool to disrupt the theological grid that has been delivered to us from our spiritual forefathers (aka “the disciples”) and serve us a heresy stew filled with chunks of mysticism, Gnosticism, open theism, universalism and more. These “ism” chunks are rank and rancid. They stink of Edenesque lies delivered with forked tongue and soup spoons every single time they intimate “Hath God said?” about some basic doctrine of God’s Word through undertones, overtones and outright statements.

So what’s a Christian to do? Spew the stew and take the steak. The meat of God’s word is much more tasty than the soup-du-jour of heretics. But even if it wasn’t we should choose the steak anyway. Why? Because God tells us to in Hebrews 5:14, “…solid food is for the mature, who by constant use have trained themselves to distinguish good from evil.” When we chew on the steak of God’s Word instead of sip on the stew of heretics we learn to discern. This brand of discernment is more and more necessary in this confusing world of have-it-your-way spirituality.

It’s time to put away the blah, blah, blah of philosophers who have forsaken the truth in exchange for a lie. The new kind of Christianity I want to live is the old one, the kind that preaches the truth in love, the kind that was sure of what it hoped for and certain of what it did not see, the kind that revolutionized the world from Jerusalem to Rome in about thirty years. 

As for my blah, blah, blah friends I challenge you put down your spoons, pick up your forks and follow Jesus.

 

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