The Error or Falsehood of Balancing the Extremes to Come to the Truth
In my lifetime, I’ve lost things. I found them by searching between two places on the extreme of where I’d been. Some call it retracing your steps. It couldn’t have been somewhere beyond the two places, so I looked in between, somewhere in the middle.
In the same way, we do not find or know the truth by searching somewhere between two extremes. Jesus said, “Thy Word is truth” (John 17:17). Scripture tells the truth. That’s how we find or know the truth, by looking at the Bible and understanding what it says.
When I was a boy, my family ate through a sheet cake until one piece was left. My brother and I both wanted the piece, so we must split it in half. We had a deal. Whoever measured, the other got the first choice of his piece. The goal was to cut the cake exactly down the middle. That was fair. It was the closest to what both sides wanted. If you wanted both sides happy, you had to look to the middle.
Men want what they want. The best way to get closest to what most people want is by looking to the middle somewhere, to moderate somewhere between the extremes. Men don’t get along because they want what they want and they clash over their desires. To find peace between men, it makes sense to get as close as possible between two contradicting opinions.
Scripture starts with the wants of God. Usually we call this the will of God, which is also the pleasure of God, what pleases Him. Very often God’s desire is one of the extremes, even more extreme than the most extreme desire of men. Not always though. Sometimes the will of God is one of greater liberty than what man will give. Because of lust, man doesn’t want what God wants. Men would want whatever extreme that they could get if possible, but to live with one another, they negotiate somewhere between each other for the greatest satisfaction between them.
As a method, is this moderation or negotiation the will of God? Is this how God operates? It isn’t. Very often the way of God is foolishness to man. He rejects objective truth, because it clashes with what he wants.
What I’ve described so far, you can see in history, and I give you three explanations that are essentially the same, known by different names.
Dialectics
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel was a German philosopher, born in Stuttgart in 1770 and died in Berlin in 1831. Hegel said that nothing was truth that could not pass a test of experience. He believed self-determination the essence of humanity. In seminary in Tubingen, Hegel disliked the strictness or narrowness and rejected orthodoxy. He viewed mystical experience instead as the reality of Christianity.
Philosophers give Hegel credit for dialectic methodology, which he considered “speculative.” Johann Gottlieb Fichte took Hegel’s method and refined it with three terms — thesis, antithesis, and synthesis — which are now called a Hegelian dialectic. The idea behind this is that truth arises from error in the course of historical development. A constant refinement occurs through moderation, which is a synthesis of thesis and antithesis. This replays again and again, forming a new synthesis, which becomes a new thesis and so on.
Many believe American pragmatism, as seen in John Dewey (father of Dewey decimal system), the founder of modernist American education system or philosophy. Subject matter came from intellectual pursuit, tinkering and improving, all according to human reason.
I believe man comes to these compromises with a yearning for absolute truth, while rejecting objective truth. The receipt of objective truth starts with God. Because of his rejection of God, man becomes God and formulates truth according to his reason. Since men cannot unify around one truth without God, they invent a new way to grasp truth, which they need for satisfaction. The quest and the outcome never fulfill. As Paul wrote, he ever learns but never comes to the knowledge of the truth, indicating the longtime existence of a kind of dialectic.
Triangulation
The first I remember hearing of triangulation came when President Bill Clinton reshaped his politics to win the 1996 election. He was very unpopular during the 1994 midterm election, but with the counsel of his political operatives, he employed what they called, triangulation.
I did not know that triangulation already existed as a scientific or philosophical concept. It actually started, as you might assume, as a geometric concept, used in surveying. Triangles have three points, and if you have two points already, you triangulate to get the third. You very often now hear the language, “finding the sweet spot between two points.” I use this in economics, when the economists look for the perfect sweet spot for a tax rate.
In Clintonian politics, triangulation involved incorporating the ideas of a political opponent. If you stand at 43 percent and can’t win a popular election, you try to raise your popularity by attracting more people by using their ideas. You come to the right position by triangulating between two opposing opinions. This surely sounds similar to Hegelian dialectics.
Churches now use triangulation and I have noticed they do this by stating core values. The core saws off the extremes. Someone reading the core values won’t be offended by certain specifics. Those offenses are left out. You see the brochure with the very happy family, leaving out the hard parts. The core attempts to draw together as many people as possible in a Dewey-like pragmatism.
Triage
Triage is like triangulation, but proceeds from a medical analogy. I had not considered triage before I heard Al Mohler use the metaphor to describe the balance between apparent essential and non-essential truths. What you imagine is a bad war situation where casualties arrive and are prioritized according to how serious the wounds and how close they are to death. The doctors can save this one, not this one, and they shuffle people into their various places, using the triage to save the most possible. It is a form of pragmatism or what some might call a hierarchical ethic, the ethic of doing the most good for the most people.
The triage reminds me of the tomato trucks that drive down Highway 99 in the San Joaquin Valley of California. As you follow one of these trucks, tomatoes are hopping off onto the road and the side of the road all over the place. The drivers don’t stop to retrieve the lost tomatoes. They are casualties of this method.
Al Mohler’s triage treats certain truths like so many tomatoes falling off the back of a tomato truck. The thought is that we can’t keep or follow everything, so we choose what is most important. This creates a coalition of the largest number of people based upon a fewer number of truths. Man need not live by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God, just the ones he deems important.
Maybe you with me notice the shrinking number of important truths and the growing number of less important. With this method, churches decide whether to keep their homosexual members. They relegate wokeism with the triage to non-essential. This pulls together a larger coalition, which allows for bigger offerings and a larger work. This must be what God wants to do. He wouldn’t want smaller would He?
The Text of Scripture
Today men determine what the Bible says according to two poles, radical skepticism and absolute certainty. They say those are both wrong. This is read from Dan Wallace in the introduction of a book, Myths and Mistakes in New Testament Textual Criticism. He wrote:
These two attitudes—radical skepticism and absolute certainty—must be avoided when we examine the New Testament text. We do not have now—in our critical Greek texts or any translations—exactly what the authors of the New Testament wrote. Even if we did, we would not know it. There are many, many places in which the text of the New Testament is uncertain. But we also do not need to be overly skeptical. Where we should land between these two extremes is what this book addresses.
This isn’t new. I heard it a lot. It reflects the above three concepts I laid out. As you read, you might think God works in absolute certainty. You would be right. This is a Christian worldview. It arises from scripture.
The goal in modern textual criticism is to fall somewhere between radical skepticism and absolute certainty. It sees “absolute certainty” as an extreme. If the text of the Bible is not certain, and men defer to that position, somewhere, however, north of radical skepticism, one would see how that the inspiration, interpretation, and application of scripture are also not certain. How does someone live by faith in something uncertain as such? This occurs when man applies his dialectic, triangulates, or forms a triage based on human reason.
Man-centered philosophies are not faith. They also put man above God. Rather than follow the truth of scripture, man judges God and comes to a better, more pragmatic position. It’s a way to preserve Christianity from itself.
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 7
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six
Going door-to-door the first year, I met Geri Singleton, a black woman about 45-50 years old. I preached the gospel to her. She received it. I came back. She still showed interest. She came to church, not faithfully at first. We baptized her and her teenaged son the same night as Art Anabo. Geri grew and grew. She became a faithful member. She is still one, and since that beginning, she taught Sunday School and discipled several women in our church.
After a year and a half, I informed all of the churches that supported us, we were self-supporting. This was in the Spring of 1989. Even though we had buildings, were still a new church plant. We barely had enough in expensive California to support a pastor and only one who lived in a tiny apartment with a wife and no children. Bridget also continued working at the bank.
While evangelizing in Hercules that first year, I talked to a man, who said he bought his house after selling his mobile home. I came home that day and told my wife the story. That very night we drove to a mobile home park and found a single wide, just for sale that very day. The owner died and left the home to her brother, who was eager to sell fast, and offered it for 10,000 dollars. We bought it and moved in.
The San Francisco Bay Area had Fleet Week every year because of the Alameda Naval Air Station, which closed in the early nineties during the Clinton Presidency. In the early days we had up to five families attend our church from the Naval base, and one faithful family in particular, the Ruckels, bought us carpet for our new tiny mobile home. The same year we bought it, the park voted to become 55 or older and we were now the only twenty somethings there. The timing was perfect. A few years later we sold the mobile home for 19,000 as a down payment for a two bedroom condominium.
Evangelizing door-to-door in Pinole, I met Brenda Rose. She came to a service. She was saved. Shortly thereafter she met a Navy man, who grew up in Arkansas in the Church of Christ. I met with both and Doug Stracener was saved. The two went to Bible college, trained, and then went back to Arkansas. There Doug discipled dozens of people using a thirty week discipleship I wrote and our church used.
I was never a carpenter, but suddenly with new buildings and no construction types in our church, repairing and maintaining the buildings was difficult. We had a tiny nursery spot right next to the meeting room and the babies were loud. We decided to split our only other large room into a nursery and a classroom, which required building a wall. About that time, a homeless man knocked on the door and asked if he could do any work. He said he didn’t want money, just a place to sleep and milk and cookies.
Scott had been a successful general contractor, who became disabled in a work accident and he wasn’t covered by insurance. He couldn’t do most of the work to build a new nursery, but he could tell me what to do. I would preach to him while I worked and every day bring him milk and cookies. He slept in the nursery.
In October 17, 1989, one day before our second anniversary of the church, I sat in front of the mobile home after supper with my wife in our running Subaru, talking before I went to work at the church building. That year the Oakland A’s played the San Francisco Giants in the World Series. Most people were already at home to watch the Bay Bridge Series.
Someone, I thought, as a practical joke began to jump up and down on the bumper of our car. As our car rocked violently, I saw the road in the mobile home park like a ribbon rolling in front of me. It threw our neighbors cat way up in the air and it shrieked as it flew in the sky. What was happening? It was the biggest earthquake in the San Francisco Bay Area since the early twentieth century San Francisco Quake. They called it the Loma Prieta quake.
I had never experienced an earthquake before, except for the typical minor tremors anyone will feel in the Bay Area from time to time. This was a Big One, albeit not The big one. I left my wife at the mobile home, not really knowing how serious this was. My first stop at a hardware store to pick up some things revealed the extent. Almost everything on the shelves was now on the floor. The rolling quake scattered nuts, screws, paint, glass, and bolts all over the store. After seeing that, I drove to the church building to see.
Everything at church was fine. I could only imagine how much the building moved. Our mobile home rode the wave, but up on stilts it was in a better position than some houses. It was the only moment I remember wishing I was in the air rather than on the ground. It was not terra firma that October evening.
What I found was that a church member was stuck on the Bay Bridge because part of it collapsed. He couldn’t get home that night. Over a hundred died on Highway 880 near Oakland, only ten minutes from us, when the top deck collapsed on to the bottom. Many across the country saw Candlestick Park swaying on national television right before the Series game began. The timing saved hundreds from death, as the highways were half as crowded as normal, fans from both side of the Bay already sitting on their couch to watch.
Anyone could wish that an earthquake would grab the attention of the lost. I can report that it did little to nothing for constructive introspection. More than anything, people in the Bay were, one, angry, and, two, determined to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps.
To Be Continued
My Take on the Disappointing Results of Tuesday’s Mid-Term Elections
Many of you have heard the terminology, “gag reflex.” Certain behavior once merited a gag reflex. You saw it and something rose in your throat that caused you to gag. It was a good response.
Then after awhile you saw the same behavior become so common that it was normal. You didn’t gag anymore. No reflexive reaction occurred at all. When you see something all the time and all over, you might become desensitized to it.
As the gag reflex became insensitive to one bad behavior, it required even worse behavior to bring it. Gagging necessitated a more extreme action. Don’t get me wrong, I care about John Fetterman as a candidate for the gospel. I would love him as a person. God can and will save him if he turns to the Lord. However, I gag at his Senatorial election win. I’m glad that some things can still boggle my mind. If he showed up to flip burgers, I wouldn’t hire him. I’d help him to the door and then watch to make sure he walked away.
Something happened on Tuesday night that was new. I always expect the polls are wrong. They were wrong again, except for ones usually wrong. Now they were right on this one. The left was wrong in 2016. The right was wrong in 2022. You can’t reliably predict these things any more. I thought John Fetterman could never win as a candidate. He did.
I thought a red wave would occur. Almost nothing went well in the last two years. Everyone suffered from Democrat control. I won’t list all the ways things have gone wrong. Republicans may still control the House and Senate, but it felt like a loss. It looks like one. What happened?
I just read Mike Pence’s personal account of January 6 from the Wall Street Journal. It’s an excerpt from his upcoming book. I haven’t read an analysis of it, but it seems like his attempt to sink Donald Trump. I wouldn’t call it retaliation. I don’t think Pence works that way. However, I do see it as purposeful to help someone else clear away Trump for 2024. Could someone? Maybe, maybe not.
A large group of people in the United States — I’m going to estimate thirty percent at least — are loyal to President Trump. He stood up for them and us and took unprecedented opposition for four years. 2020 was rigged. Whoever beats Trump in a 2024 primary will need those people.
In many ways, Trump created Ron DeSantis. No one operated like DeSantis until Trump. And as a result, something happened in Florida as never before. You remember the hanging chads in the Bush-Gore election of 2000? DeSantis wins by 20 points a little over 20 years later.
Two major points appeared Tuesday. Someone like Trump can still win an election, but he would do it like Ron DeSantis. DeSantis has everything good about Trump without most of what’s bad about Trump. Donald Trump will not back down. Someone will need to peel off some of that thirty percent. It’s not going to be easy. That’s one point.
What else? The country is even in worse shape than what it was. Way worse. I’m not talking about damage caused by President Joe Biden. He’s just a symptom. They voted for John Fetterman. Katie Hobbs is ahead in Arizona and she ran a near basement campaign. Even if Lake comes back to win big after they finish the count, why did the counting stop for over 24 hours at 66 percent? This wouldn’t happen to a Democrat. The final result won’t occur until Monday. This itself is a level of either corruption or incompetence that has become the new normal. And those in charge can still get away with this, just like those who spawned the Russia collusion hoax.
A majority of people may not like wokeness, but they will still do little to none to defeat it. It’s not going to change through elections. People must change in their natures to affect the downward trajectory. That will come only through the gospel of Jesus Christ. And that won’t happen unless churches, the individual professing believers of churches, commit themselves wholesale to the only true gospel.
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Interesting Report from John Solomon on the Republicans Winning the Popular Vote on Tuesday, 53-47.
The Founders Didn’t Found a Democracy
The main strategy, it seemed, of the Democrat party for the mid-term election was the “attack on democracy.” I think I understand them correctly when I say they refer to a spin on January 6, 2020 and then the so-called “election denial” or “election denialism.” January 6 was this amazing attempt to overturn the election. It was so close to seeing Donald Trump in the White House, just razor thin.
You’ve got to have people, when it’s announced that they lost, that they concede. You give a gracious concession speech where you agree that you lost. If not, you’re attacking democracy. If later, you say something in the nature of the election being rigged against you, that will bring violence and a 1930’s Nazi takeover around the corner.
Most of the Democrat attempt to impede the expected red wave revolved around saving democracy. Based on a very general definition, the United States is a democracy. It is in the sense that legal voters elect their representatives. In that way, the people rule the country. However, the founders didn’t think they were founding a democracy.
If you google “federalist papers,” you’ll get a discussion on democracy. Speaking of democracy, Alexander Hamilton (yes, Hamilton), wrote:
Theoretic politicians, who have patronized this species of government, have erroneously supposed that by reducing mankind to a perfect equality in their political rights, they would, at the same time, be perfectly equalized and assimilated in their possessions, their opinions, and their passions.
He continued in the next two paragraphs:
A republic, by which I mean a government in which the scheme of representation takes place, opens a different prospect, and promises the cure for which we are seeking. Let us examine the points in which it varies from pure democracy, and we shall comprehend both the nature of the cure and the efficacy which it must derive from the Union.
The two great points of difference between a democracy and a republic are: first, the delegation of the government, in the latter, to a small number of citizens elected by the rest; secondly, the greater number of citizens, and greater sphere of country, over which the latter may be extended.
In the answer by James Madison, the Father of the United States Constitution, he writes:
The error which limits republican government to a narrow district has been unfolded and refuted in preceding papers. I remark here only that it seems to owe its rise and prevalence chiefly to the confounding of a republic with a democracy, applying to the former reasonings drawn from the nature of the latter. The true distinction between these forms was also adverted to on a former occasion. It is, that in a democracy, the people meet and exercise the government in person; in a republic, they assemble and administer it by their representatives and agents. A democracy, consequently, will be confined to a small spot. A republic may be extended over a large region.
To this accidental source of the error may be added the artifice of some celebrated authors, whose writings have had a great share in forming the modern standard of political opinions. Being subjects either of an absolute or limited monarchy, they have endeavored to heighten the advantages, or palliate the evils of those forms, by placing in comparison the vices and defects of the republican, and by citing as specimens of the latter the turbulent democracies of ancient Greece and modern Italy. Under the confusion of names, it has been an easy task to transfer to a republic observations applicable to a democracy only; and among others, the observation that it can never be established but among a small number of people, living within a small compass of territory.
They write much more. Their words stand on their own to repudiate the claim of American democracy. Both Hamilton and Madison argue against it.
I think the Democrat strategy won’t work. I don’t think most people even comprehend their point. “Please elect people who support your right to elect them.” If they couldn’t vote for who they wanted, it would be obvious.
If you’re thinking like me, you see an irony in the Democrat strategy. Elon Musk bought Twitter, because the Democrats who controlled the company took away the right to express an opinion. In justifying his overbid for Twitter, Musk wrote:
Free speech is the bedrock of a functioning democracy, and Twitter is the digital town square where matters vital to the future of humanity are debated.
The threat to free speech comes from the Democrats. People know they could lose their job over their opinion. Parents lost their say over the education of their children. Those with a different opinion than the Democrats can’t work in Hollywood. The mainstream media censors stories that hurt their favored political party.
The United States wasn’t founded as a democracy. Even if it was, only one political party threatens the democratic values behind the American Republic. It isn’t the Republicans.
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 6
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five
During the last part of our first year of our church plant in the San Francisco Bay Area, Hercules held their July 4 festivities, which included a parade. Our church could enter a float in the parade, and we won the trophy for most patriotic float. I built the whole thing in our small second floor apartment, much of it on the little balcony.
Our new church rented a flat bed trailer and a new couple we met door-to-door in our first apartment complex owned a truck with tow capacity. My dramatic productions experience came in next. The float had a back drop of a blue wall with large red letters that said, “Our Christian Heritage.” I made a paper mache six foot long three dimensional black Bible with “Holy Bible” on the front cover and binding. The edges of its pages were gold and it had a large red book mark forking out the bottom. The classic look of a Bible.
I stood on the float and held a six foot tall copper penny that had everything front and back on the normal penny, but it had the emphasis of “In God We Trust” at the top, easy to see for the parade spectators. I was Abraham Lincoln, full costume and make-up. My wife was also on the float on a rocking chair, Betsy Ross, sewing an American flag.
After the parade, many, many came up to me, our town over fifty percent Filipino, asking to get a photo with me, Abraham Lincoln. It gave many opportunities to talk with people and put us on the map. As I stood on the float, while it was moving down the main street of Hercules, my wife and I waved at people, and I remember seeing a large smile on the face of a man whom just the month before we visited door-to-door in Hercules.
Bridget and another woman first visited the Willis family and talked to them about the Lord. Then I followed up. The husband and wife, Tony and Bev, both received Christ. They were baptized and joined our church. The first week after his salvation, Tony read the entire New Testament. They stayed with us a few years before Tony’s job moved him to another state. They became very busy in our church. Still today they remain faithful to the Lord, serving Him. I still see Tony on the side of the road, his face agleam when he saw the float from his church with that message to the community in California.
One elderly Filipino man received Christ, whom we baptized, named Art Anabo. Arthur had served in the Philippine army along with Douglas MacArthur and his band during World War 2. We didn’t have our own baptistry that first year, so we baptized in a swimming pool as I mentioned in the last post. With Art, we borrowed the baptistry of another church.
The pastor of the church with the baptistry gave me instructions for filling it up and it is my most prominent (and worst) baptism story, because I overfilled the baptistry and the water went down into the office and on to the desk of the pastor. Not fun. I remember the baptism of Art that night, not just him, but also Geri Singleton, a story I’ll tell later in this series.
My wife continued working at Mechanics Bank as a teller, but our new church grew and the tithes and offerings increased until I could stop working my job at the sporting goods store. At the beginning of the next year, 1989, a man told me about a church building in El Sobrante. The church, Bethel Baptist Church, was folding. They had five members left, two very elderly, and no pastor.
Bethel had 3 1/2 acres of property, all paid for. By that time in February of 1989, about fifteen months after we started, we had twenty-five regularly attending our church. I approached the group in El Sobrante with the possibility of a merger. They wouldn’t survive. Our church was their hope, one through which God worked His providence.
A few weeks before a vote from both sides, I preached to a mixed group of the two churches. They liked the expositional preaching. I came to their group with fifty questions. Certain agreements must be met or guaranteed as we would reorganize under a new name, Bethel Baptist Church. I now knew that North Bay was not good for a church in the East Bay of the San Francisco Bay Area. In the middle of February of 1989 both churches voted to merge, where we now had property and a building and a large majority of the people in the church. Bethel Baptist Church became the new name of the church.
The very small group with which we merged understood what it really wanted. It wanted people and a pastor. Everything that I said we were, the group said it wanted. However, the group really didn’t know what it was getting, as seen in what occurred in the first year afterwards. There was good reason why it had shrunk down to almost nothing.
Only two of the original five members stayed through the first year. Bethel Baptist Church only kept the North Bay people and their two elderly members that fit in much better with the church. The wife was in her late seventies, but in her younger days, she ran for governor of the Constitutional party in California. The husband had fought in World War 2 in the Battle of the Bulge.
The building itself, which we inherited, was in rough shape, more of a warehouse, a broken foundation, and many problems. It didn’t look like a church building, more of an abandoned motel. It was old and dilapidated, but we wouldn’t pay rent anymore and we had property to do whatever we needed to do. The merger in the end gave our new church an already completely paid building and property. That wasn’t all.
In the 1960s, Bethel, a GARBC church, took on a Christian School, Bethel Christian Academy. The Christian school was still under the authority of the church on paper, but the principal and none of the teachers were members of the church. All of them were members of new-evangelical churches in the area. The church had no children in the school. The school was Kindergarten to Fifth grade and had 125 students. What would our little group do with a school? It was now ours.
The first week after the merger with the school in its school year, I met with all the teachers in an after school meeting, so they could ask me questions. In the most joyous, upbeat, and positive way I could, I answered them the best I knew. They were fairly typical questions though about standards and dress, almost nothing about education or doctrine. I told them what I believed, and the next week every one of the teachers except two handed in their resignation. They taught until the end of that school year and they were done.
The next year, our first full school year, the enrollment went to 65 students, and I knew that we suddenly had only two teachers left. Those two teachers stayed only the rest of that first year. We took the position that Bethel Christian Academy was a ministry of the church, so all the teachers must be members. That year my dad was teaching in a Christian school in Tempe, Arizona in the ministry of a fundamental Baptist church there. He left there to join Bethel Baptist Church and become the new principal and the third and fourth grade teacher in a divided classroom.
To Be Continued
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 5
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four
Anyone who might want to start a church in the San Francisco Bay Area likely understands two difficult realities, one, it’s hostile to Christianity, and, two, it’s very expensive to live there. My wife and I went there because of the former. We trusted God with the latter.
Our Dodge Omni did not make it through the first year. We bought a used Subaru Wagon with a three year loan. It was our last car loan. We drove it until it dropped by which time we had saved for another used car. We also moved to a different apartment that was fifty dollars cheaper a month.
In my twenties in the 1980s, no one could force you to buy health insurance. I was taught by wise men to get it, even if we “didn’t need it.” This paid off our first year. Jumping into the car again and again in door-to-door evangelism resulted in surgery for a pilonidal cyst surgery. It’s minor but very expensive without health insurance.
How did the church grow? No one knows who will listen to preaching and who will not. No one knows who will respond well. An important part of starting a church is pressing through the difficulty and rejection.
What helped me persevere were two factors. One, I experienced hardships already. I carried a heavy load through college and grad school that was tough. I majored in biblical languages. Greek and Hebrew were not easy. Our family lived in difficult conditions, my dad working two jobs and taking a full load of classes, driving junk cars and living in harsh circumstances. I played competitive sports and lost a lot of games in college. Our teams won in high school. I played quarterback and we won. Our basketball team won. In college, we lost and lost and lost at every sport.
In football, you don’t just lose, but you get beat up too, especially playing my position. It was tough getting in and staying in shape with many other responsibilities. I could never quit. It was drilled into me by my father never to give up. It wasn’t winning that got me through. We had very few wins in those four years. As our coach liked to say, we were small, but slow.
Two, the Bible gives great encouragement. Most of you reading probably know this one, but 1 Corinthians 15:58 helped.
Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in. I thought of it all the time.
What a great verse from the Apostle Paul in God’s Word. When things are not going well, I thought, as can you, my labor was not in vain in the Lord. Even if I got no or negative results, I abounded. God said so.
I hit every door in Hercules, around 20,000 people, 1 1/2 times in the first year. We never had a single service with twenty or more that first year. This occurred to someone who thought he would have 100 in his first service. I had already lost a lot, been literally beaten up, had my bell rung, as we called it then. It was hard.
In the first few months Bridget and I had a few hundred dollars to our name. I lived in an urban area for the first time. I was not a city boy. Someone called our church number, said he was a pastor stranded without gas on a long trip. Out of compassion, I gave him half him a hundred dollars. This might seem crazy, but it really was how naive I was to this kind of situation. It wasn’t the last time someone fooled me in a similar way.
We had some great stories though. God saved some and the church did grow by His grace. God used my wife and I to start one of the Lord’s churches.
In December of that first year, my wife got me an unusual Christmas present. We had no television. She knew I liked watching bowl football games at the end of December and early January. She would rent a television from rent-a-center. Up to that point, I had never heard of rent-a-center. Fundamentalists would preach against television and I understand, but I evangelized the man at the counter. I invited him to church.
The story was that this newly married couple wanted a church, but he didn’t want her Catholic Church. They came on a Sunday night, and besides my wife, those two were it. Four people. They were the Brants, Dan and Van, the latter Vietnamese. On Sunday night, I did a series through Ecclesiastes, which I saw and still see as also evangelistic. It did impact the couple. They kept coming back.
Within a few weeks, I went to visit them to preach the gospel. After preaching the entire message, I asked if they wanted to believe in Jesus Christ, to follow Him. She was ready, so she stood up on her own, and moved to the chair right next to mine. She received the Lord. We baptized her in her swimming pool in their back yard. Van Brant, Mrs. Brant, we now call her, stayed with us from that time henceforth. She is still a faithful member of Bethel Baptist Church, gloriously saved.
To Be Continued
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 4
Bridget and I arrived in San Francisco in late August, joining Calvary Baptist Church there. We found our first apartment in the Marlesta apartments in Pinole. She succeeded at finding a job as a teller at Mechanics Bank. I found one at the Big Five sporting goods. We rented the multipurpose room at Ohlone Elementary School in Hercules. We printed brochures and hired someone to paint two street signs. Our first service we set for Sunday, October 18, 1987. We copied flyers as an invitation for that date.
My wife and I moved into our first apartment. Both of us started working about thirty hours a week. Our missions support would cover only part of the immediate expenses of the new church. I knocked on the first door next to Ohlone School and started covering the town of Hercules with the gospel. For the first month and a half, I invited everyone to our first service.
After arrival, I heard people use the terminology, North Bay. I thought Hercules was North Bay. Early I wanted a name that included a larger geography, so I chose “North Bay Baptist Church.” No one told me, “Hercules isn’t North Bay.” It wasn’t. Hercules is East Bay. Despite that, we still used that name for the first year and a half of our church. We designed a logo with the name.
At least 100 people promised to come for our first service. I was too ignorant not to know how unlikely that was. I expected it. Bridget’s uncle and aunt, who lived down in Santa Cruz, would drive up. We had one family from the sending church who lived in Hercules. They would come. Until that first service on October 18, Bridget and I attended all the services at Calvary Baptist Church in San Francisco.
Every late Saturday night, I set out two wooden portable handmade signs in front of the Ohlone school. I also did this for the very first service. One was larger that sat near the street pointing toward the parking lot. The other sat closer to the multipurpose room, visible from the parking lot, pointing toward the multipurpose room. It was a sandwich board style with the same image on both sides, hinged and propped up against each other.
My wife and I were paying for the multipurpose room in a public elementary school by the hour on Sunday. We rented it for five hours in the morning and two hours at night. This time allowed for us to set up and take down every week. The school had a piano and a podium. We brought a table in front of the podium.
I hung a banner behind the podium that said, “Rightly Dividing the Word of Truth,” which was the scriptural theme from the beginning of our church. In the back we had a table with literature and offering plates. All the tables had table cloths. The front table had some kind of flower arrangement on it. This was a ritual every Sunday.
The philosophy I held for the building was that God built the church through His Word. Such a building, good or average, would not stop someone with a true motive from visiting or coming. Even though 100 people promised to come the first Sunday, 7 came.
As you read this, having 7 new people come to church might sound good today. I really did think they would all come. One family of four, the one that lived in Hercules from the sending church, came the first Sunday. We had several others, family and people traveling from other churches, but only the seven invited who said they would come our first Sunday.
What would happen next? I folllowed up on the seven and the 93 or so others who said they would come, but didn’t. From that point, I could start telling the story of those who came, those who stayed a little while, and those who were with us for years. Some from that first year are still in the church. No one from that first Sunday stayed. A couple kept coming off and on that first year, then they were done. The work had begun though.
That first Sunday I started preaching through John and my first sermon was in John 1:1. I continued that series on Sunday mornings until I was done. Every sermon was typed with a manual typewriter on regular typing paper.
I believed preaching was most important to the founding, strength, and continuation of our church. Long term, I believed it was most important in every way. Jesus told Peter, Feed my sheep. I didn’t have many sheep yet, but I knew this church would grow from evangelism, yes, but also from exposition of scripture.
People had personal computers in 1987. I knew one person with a computer at that time. It wasn’t until later that first year that I bought a used IBM Selectric with a removeable ball. The first half of that first year I typed a bulletin every week on a manual typewriter. All my flyers were literally cut and paste. That’s where the terminology, cut and paste, came from. Each letter was cut from a sheet of stylish letters and then pasted. We really have it good today when it comes to laying out printed materials.
My wife and I were working, so we had regular work hours at the bank and the sporting goods store. We lived in an second floor single bedroom apartment in Pinole. We bought a used bed, used mattress, used sofa, used kitchen table, used chairs, and a used lamp. I think all our furniture cost us two or three hundred dollars total. When I wasn’t at work, I jumped into the Dodge Omni and went door to door. Sometimes my wife came with me. We started covering every house and apartment in Hercules, moving out concentrically from the building where we met.
During the first year, up the street from Ohlone School I rang a doorbell with my wife and preached the entire gospel to a man, I remember, named Brian. I know his last name too, even though this was the last time I ever talked to him. Why? He prayed a prayer. He made a profession of faith. My wife was with me and afterwards, I asked her, “Do you think he really got saved?” She said, “No.” We argued a little bit, but the reason I still remember it is because Brian didn’t really receive Christ.
I had evangelized for years, since I was a teenager. I preached to hundreds of people. Nothing compared to what I was doing in the San Francisco Bay Area. I felt like I knew little to nothing about what I needed to do. I began studying evangelism, reading my Bible, studying books, and listening to recordings. How would a church start without anyone hearing the gospel and receiving Christ? That was why we came to California.
To Be Continued
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 3
By the time I finished scouting the San Francisco Bay Area as to where to start a new church, I had about three places of interest. I still didn’t know when I left my Dodge Omni in California, parked on a curb in front the home of our sending church pastor. Then I flew to New Hampshire, where I would work and live in the area of Plymouth. I would serve at Calvary Independent Baptist Church and ready for a wedding to Bridget Kirby on August 8, 1987.
My now wife and I didn’t meet in a conventional manner. I’m not going to tell that story, but I asked her to marry me in Arizona on Superstition Mountain in December 1986. We were visiting where my parents lived as my dad started teaching fourth grade in a church school. Most of our courtship involved writing letters; yes, those paper things with ink on them. We would call on what we now term a “landline” once a week “long distance.” Then it was just “the phone,” always connected to the wall with a “cord.”
Bridget knew what we would do and wanted it, despite the difficulty. I remember when I asked her dad if I could marry her. He asked, “How do you propose to support her?” Hmmmm, I wasn’t prepared for that question. I wove together a theological answer, bouncing around for information in my head. Church planting is not lucrative, especially without support. Even several theological degrees do not prepare for gainful employment.
I preached that summer once a week and worked for a family in the church, repairing Plymouth State College student housing after a school year of abuse of its properties by its students. My father gave my daughter a 1967 Volkswagen wagon. I drove the car home from the airport and stripped its clutch on that first drive. Welcome to the real world, as I paid for a new clutch on a car that wasn’t mine…yet. I preached an expositional series through 1 Corinthians 13.
The plan was to spend the summer in New Hampshire, marriage, honeymoon, and then a drive all the way across country in a U-Haul truck. We would stop in Wisconsin to pick up some of my things in Watertown, left in the house where I had lived that last school year. A church in San Francisco, Calvary Baptist Church, would license me and send us to Hercules.
Hercules was a bedroom community in the East Bay, just north of Berkeley California in West Contra Costa County. It exploded with population in the previous decade. It was non-stop people through the entire East Bay, an urban area. Only city limit signs separated one place from another. Hercules, however, had no churches. When I say no churches, I mean not a Baptist, Lutheran, or anything else.
There were zero churches in Hercules period. I always like to say, there were no gas stations either and only one grocery store in a city limits of 20,000. Not many years before, it was nearly empty hills in the home of a former gunpowder company from which it took its name. In 1970 Hercules had 250 citizens. Woven in and around each other were the towns or cities of Crockett, Rodeo, Pinole, El Sobrante, Richmond, and El Cerrito, several hundred thousand people.
Before our marriage and afterwards, my wife had a great desire for people to know the gospel and receive Christ. She was very organized, spoke well, and loved the Word of God. Both her parents served the Lord in their church and encouraged her to do the same. She was a Biology major in college with the idea of medical missions. Bridget took a medical missions trip to Togo, West Africa after her last year of college.
Growing up, my wife worked in her dad’s small businesses, which gave her good experience in hard and varied work. Bridget was president of her college society her last year and did well with people. She also took piano lessons and played hymns well, especially for a new church setting.
Three times I visited Calvary Baptist Church in San Francisco on tours West, one of two independent Baptist churches in San Francisco. My father-in-law received Christ as a teenager at the other, Hamilton Square Baptist Church. Calvary agreed to send us and supported us with the largest amount of any church. We are thankful for Calvary’s big part at the start. Bridget and I would join there and we remained members until our church chartered in the East Bay within that first year.
After our wedding and a two week honeymoon in New England, Eastern New York and Pennsylvania, my new bride and I placed our belongings in the truck. We drove cross country, stopping at churches along the way. We couldn’t fill the small truck with what we owned, it was so little without a stick of furniture.
Bridget and I both talk about the moment we crossed the crest North of Vallejo, viewing the entire Bay Area from that vantage point above the bridge over the Carquinez strait. We then crossed the Bay Bridge and stayed at a hotel in San Francisco in the Mission District. The room had hair in the bed, so we changed to a new room on our very first night. This did not portend confidence at a moment of weakness.
Someone in the sending church allowed us to stay at their house while we settled in, looking for an apartment, jobs, and a place to meet. We were two newlyweds. College was done. We now lived in a metropolis all alone. We knew we wanted to serve the Lord and start preaching the gospel. Almost everything still needed to be done. The San Francisco Bay Area did not know what was coming for it.
To Be Continued
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 2
Every true church starts by the grace of God and under the headship of Jesus Christ. The Apostle Paul wrote and I echo his belief in 1 Corinthians 15:10:
But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
He described in part his planting of the church at Corinth, a New Testament church under the authority of Jesus Christ.
My first church was a Baptist church, First Baptist Church of Covington, Indiana. As a 12 year old, I joined Maranatha Baptist Church in Covington. Later that year, I gave a public testimony of salvation to become a member of Calvary Baptist Church in Watertown, Wisconsin. For three months after my last year of graduate school, I became a part of Lehigh Valley Baptist Church in Emmaus, Pennsylvania. I came back to Calvary in Watertown for two years before joining Emmanuel Baptist Church in Elkhorn, WI.
One of my college professors, the late Richard Weeks, allegedly had the largest personal Baptist history library in the world. He accumulated a huge collection of old, out-of-print Baptist books available for his students to read. The bookstore sold Baptist books, required for outside reading. My college reprinted the two volume A History of Baptists by Thomas Armitage. The textbook for Baptist History was John T. Christian‘s, A History of Baptists. We read books by Roy Mason, S. E. Anderson, Chester Tulga, J. M. Carroll, and B. H. Carroll.
I was and am a Baptist. I believe that there have been true churches in perpetuity since the first church in Jerusalem, known by different names. They began calling those churches, Baptist churches. Certain distinctives characterize those churches, the first of which is the Bible is their sole authority for faith and practice. They are also separatist, separated personally and ecclesiastically. True Baptist churches are the Lord’s churches.
Three different summers I traveled to 70-80 churches out West. I witnessed firsthand the dearth of true, biblical churches in the San Francisco Bay Area. Both the teaching of Romans 15:20 and the obvious need to preach the gospel to every creature (Mark 16:15) worked on me toward the idea of starting a church in the San Francisco Bay Area, Romans 15:20 reading:
Yea, so have I strived to preach the gospel, not where Christ was named, lest I should build upon another man’s foundation.
It was not my desire to go somewhere where I believed the gospel was already being preached. With 40 million people in California and 7.75 million people in the San Francisco Bay Area, in my lifetime I would not run out of the opportunity to preach to people who had not heard, no matter how hard I worked. The Bay Area is also a transient society with a huge turnover. Every 5-10 years, new people or families occupy the same apartments or houses. Even if most didn’t listen or were hostile to the gospel, some would.
From my own observation, professing Christians were not bumping into each other and scrambling all over the Bay Area, like ants on an anthill, to preach the gospel to those who haven’t heard. I didn’t know how they would react, but I was optimistic. I theorized that the Bay Area was so bad, as bad as people think or worse, because not much preaching occurred there. Before fire fell like Sodom and Gomorrah, someone should make a greater attempt at preaching to it.
As I went to college in the early eighties, I heard very little exposition of scripture, except on the radio. I became convinced of exposition as superior or even God’s will for preaching and dedicated myself to its practice. Exposition became my belief for or philosophy of preaching. It was not until graduate school that I planned in the sense of preparing to preach exposition. Zooming forward to right now, I preached or taught through every word of the Bible over the thirty three years. Nothing had a greater impact toward success than the Word of God in its context.
I had decided that I would start the church with raising only limited support. I determined not to spend any extra time doing so. Instead, I would receive some money from churches and work a job. I had not heard the term, bivocational, but I did know the word, tentmaking. Rather than spend months waiting, I wanted to get going right away.
In May 1987, I knew the San Francisco Bay Area, but I wasn’t sure the exact location where I would begin. I drove out to California in a Dodge Omni my parents gave me, stopping in churches on the way. Once I arrived, I started scouting. I did that for one week. There was no internet. I couldn’t go online to find out about cities, towns, and other churches. Using paper maps, I went from one town to another, stopping at a phone booth to look for what churches were there in the yellow pages of phone books and took notes at each stop. I called churches at pay phones and talked to their leaders. I had a goal of finding towns with no Baptist church at all.
To Be Continued
35th Anniversary of the Church I Planted in California, pt. 1
Yesterday, October 18, was the day of the 35th anniversary of the church I planted in the San Francisco Bay Area. Some want to know how it occurred. Bethel Baptist Church now is a solid church in a very, very liberal area, hostile to Christianity, with 3 1/2 acres debt free in the most expensive housing market in the country and a K-12 school. How did this occur?
In 10th grade, I knew I wanted to preach. When I knew that and surrendered to it, it changed me. My priorities changed. I still played sports, still took my regular classes, had my friends, but the Bible, my preparations for that role, moved to the top. During study hall, I pulled out my Bible first. I studied for Bible classes first. I took Greek for my language in my jr and sr years. This allowed me to skip first year Greek in college, and take second year Greek my Freshman year. I majored in biblical languages.
I had already acquiesced to biblical evangelism. I preached the gospel the best I could in different ways. I started preaching door-to-door. I talked to competitors about the Lord after sporting activities. I preached sermons in high school when I had the opportunity and worked with children in church, while in high school.
At one point, someone preached in college chapel about preaching. I had never made it public in a service. I knew it in tenth grade. At that point, our “youth pastor” had young men preach. I signed up and preached. That’s when I knew. In college, I came forward at an invitation, as prodded by this revivalist, to say I was doing this. It is a marker for me at the most. I started arranging everything in my life to fit this future goal. It affected me every day. It still does.
Let me throw something into this story that’s important. My parents sacrificed a lot for me. They both worked to keep my brother, sister, and I in school for jr. high and high school. They allowed and contributed to many opportunities. When I started taking Greek, it was because my dad took Greek. I carried Greek cards on my belt loop and went over my alphabet and vocabulary. I knew that before I ever took first year Greek. No one made me do that. I did it because it emulated my dad taking Greek. It’s not popular to support and honor parents today. My parents did a lot. In whatever way someone opposes what I do, it challenges what they did too. My mom still mentions that to me. It’s personal to her.
I minored in speech in college. All the aspects of leading a church plant require communication. I agree with the Apostle Paul in 1 Corinthians 2 that it does not depend on excellency of communication. Being a part of a speech department meant dramatic productions and oral interpretation. I took advantage of almost every opportunity to communicate in front of people to where it became totally natural to me, when it wasn’t at the beginning of this journey.
I applied to counsel at a Christian camp the summer before my Freshman year in college. I counseled the whole summer at Camp Joy in Whitewater, Wisconsin under the leadership of the late Charlie Hatchett. That helped me. I’m not saying that it’s something someone should do, but I dealt with the salvation of young people under a very good philosophy held by Camp Joy. The camp wanted true conversions and Brother Hatchett emphasized that. Including winter retreats, I counseled 35 or so weeks of camp over three years. I worked with a lot of younger people during that time. It was a good experience for me then and for my future.
My Freshman and Sophomore years, I was voted president of those two classes, then my Junior year, the whole student body voted me Vice President of the student body. I was President my senior year. All that required a lot for leadership then and in preparation for the future.
The summer after my junior year, I traveled with a college team and we put on the lives of Adoniram Judson and Michael Sattler. We played instruments, me trumpet, and sang. I saw many churches in those travels, and I saw the Western United States, where we traveled. I had never been there. Now I witnessed the needs of the West, what was there and what wasn’t there. Something clear, the San Francisco Bay Area may be the neediest area of the entire United States.
During high school, I wrote an essay for the primary high school English teacher. She later became the Dean of Women for the college. She praised my essay. She said, “You can write.” Her positive reinforcement changed my life as a writer. I continued to work at writing the best I could. Fundamentalism was not doing a good job of preparing writers. They still don’t do that well. I didn’t know one person who wrote a book. It’s important to write in the work of the Lord. The Bible itself is writing. Paul wrote epistles.
I kept working at writing. Others noticed it. The Dean of Students, the late Terry Price, and his wife Colene, did Vacation Bible Schools in the summers, and they asked me to write their scripts for their puppet programs every summer. I wrote scripts for the summer groups, the Victory Players, the life of Balthasar Hubmaier and others. Obviously taking college and graduate classes, I wrote many papers. As much as I tried to do a good job, all that writing helped me. I learned how to research, read and comprehend large amounts of material very fast, document, and summarize. All this moved toward planting a church in the San Francisco Bay Area in 1987.
For twelve years, I was member of Calvary Baptist Church in Watertown, WI. I worked with teens. I produced programs for the Wisconsin state youth conclave. The church and its pastor, William Lincoln, and other pastoral staff, encouraged work for the Lord. No one impeded me. If I wanted it, they allowed it. I kept this up.
Growing into fundamentalism, I got a pretty decent music philosophy. The major musicians had an okay philosophy. I don’t go further than that, because it was still undeveloped and weak compared to biblical teaching on worship. I participated in a lot of good music. I sang in Handel’s Messiah seven straight years. I sang in many choirs. All of that aided future worship of God in the church. I’m glad for the impact of the late Monte Budahl and then Don Degraw.
Between my senior year and first year of graduate school, I worked in a so-called pastor-preacher boy program at Lehigh Valley Baptist Church under Tim Buck. This church was just a few years old, started by Calvary Baptist Church in Lansdale, PA. On staff was a former college graduate. My friend Dwayne Morris and I went there with the plan of attending Calvary Baptist Theological Seminary. We did much different work in that church, living with the assistant pastor on his second floor. They helped me develop organization. I started a filing system. I determined to have a huge tract rack like Lehigh Valley. All those would characterize our church in the future.
I didn’t stay in Pennsylvania and attend Calvary Baptist Theological Seminary. I attended a pastor-preacher boy conference at Calvary in Lansdale, where professors from the seminary attacked and mocked the King James Version and biblical standards of Christianity. The seminary doesn’t exist any more, perhaps because of this same reason. If I got one thing from those men, they did a thorough and credible job at breaking down and explaining a text of scripture, something I didn’t hear in person much while in college.
No one affected my theological development than Thomas Strouse. Dr. Strouse still pastors and trains pastors. He taught half my grad classes. I still consider him one of the most important teachers in the country. He put in tremendous amount of work to prepare one of his students.
I wanted to pastor a church in graduate school. I did. I became an intern pastor of Emmanuel Baptist Church in Elkhorn, Wisconsin. While I served as Student Activity Director of the college and finished my last year of graduate school, I pastored that church. I taught adult Sunday School every week and preached Sunday morning and evening services. I was doing three different series every week. Also, I sang solos for special music. I wasn’t a soloist, but my solos affected one elderly lady in the church to where she had me sing a solo at her 50th anniversary celebration. I think those were the final solos of my entire life.
To Be Continued
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