The Westminster Confession of Funk

Talking about theology, but keeping it funky

I am a husband and father and pastor of Trinity Covenant Church and teacher as St. Abraham’s Classical Christian Academy in Santa Cruz, CA.

I married my Indian Princess just before Y2K. I am an old fashioned Protestant Christian Humanist who lives where people vacation. I love music, love to surf, coach soccer for a hoard of minions, play the drums, and read actual flesh and blood books. I enjoy theology and literature and history and philosophy (if Sophie is serving beer) and Anglo-Saxon Poetry.

If I could have lunch with any three living people, I would have buffalo ribs with a butter, mushroom, cream sauce, Roxy Ray would be singing with Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, and I’d be at table with Tom Wolfe, ?uestlove, and Adam Schlesinger (and Brad Bird, because it’s my fantasy, and no one can count in my fantasy).

If I could have dinner with any three dead people (and the TARDIS was there with its universal language translation circuit) I’d have slow smoked dry ribs with the author of Beowulf, Herodotus, Martin Bucer, and Polycarp (see the previous paragraph if you have questions about my ability to count). And Janis Joplin would be singing with Louis Armstrong and his All-Stars backed up by Parliament Funkadelic of course.

My carefully crafted internet persona is also much cooler than my actual person, but I can live with that.

Evicting the Heart's Accountant

When we come to God to worship him, we come as people in need. We never come as uninterested parties, hoping to worship the Lord thinking that we need nothing. We are completely dependent upon Him for everything.

But how often do we think we can make an exchange with God? I will give you worship, you give me an easy life, with money and a good job. I will give you the awesome things I do and you take care of my kids. We think we are interacting with God on a spiritual stock exchange. In other situations, this would be called, "temporary insanity."

Our heart has an apartment where a little accountant lives, always keeping track of who owes us what. But there is nothing that we can give to the Lord that is not already owed to him. There is nothing that we can give to him that is not already his. There is no way to end up with God in your debt. With God, there is only pure and free gift.

Not only is God never going to be in our debt, we begin in his debt. Because of our sin, we owe God more than we have to give. And because everything we have and every minute we live is owed to God, there will never be anything extra that we can do or give to make up the difference.

We come to God needing forgiveness, and provision, and blessing. He gives those things as gifts. We never make market exchanges with God. We need to evict the accountant that keeps the books in our heart and end the distracting little shuttle and clang of his adding machine. Then we will be freed to say thank you. Then we will be freed to worship.