Here are words I never thought I would say: “I am not Protestant Reformed.”
How could this happen?
Paul, in Philippians 1:23, writes, “For I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better.”
To be in a strait is to be in a pinched, narrow place. It is to be in a place of trouble and difficulty.
For Paul, the strait was to be torn between a desire to be in heaven with Christ, which would be far better, and to remain on earth and minister to the saints of Philippi.
Paul’s desire tore him. It pressed hard upon him. He wanted to be with Jesus Christ. But he knew God’s sheep needed him. He was in a strait between two choices. He was “hard pressed” between them (ESV).
My strait cannot be compared with the apostle Paul’s.
But I had a strait. There was that which pressed upon me, and not only me.
This blog will provide an outlet for me to write about that strait.
The thought of starting a blog is loathsome to me. It still makes me feel uncomfortable. “Who do you think you are? You think you are so important and that what you have to say is so vital that you have to start a blog? How pompous.”
My conscience is always my own worst assailant, but I know that’s what my critics will say.
But I didn’t ask for this.
God placed me in the position he did. He placed me into the office of elder at Byron Center Protestant Reformed Church, where from the very first consistory meeting there was contention. Strong contention. That contention built until a year and a half later we as a consistory voted to suspend and depose our pastor.
Which left me outside of the denomination that I loved. That I still love.
There is a story that must be told.
So I intend to tell it.
And I make the words of Job my own.
“Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on” (Job 21:3).