Monday, January 19, 2015

No More Excuses


Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)

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    I'm tired of making excuses for the PCUSA, President, church and family members, and me.

    I'm tired of making excuses for anyone, especially me, who behaves badly.

    Until we start admitting our bad behaviors instead of rationalizing or covering them up, we'll never get better.

    Before going any further, I confess I have sinned, sin, and will sin.

    That's my human condition/instinct.

    That's not an excuse.

    That's a confession that I pray and hope and labor to lead to repentance or changing my bad behaviors for Christ's sake by the book for His glory and the benefit of those around me who are often hurt by my bad behaviors.

    1 John 1:5-10 comes to mind.

    I have learned to confess, "I may be wrong; and if you think I am wrong and show me how I am wrong by the example of Jesus, revelations of Holy Scripture, and common sense, I will confess my sin, pray and labor to repent, and ask forgiveness from our Lord, you, and anyone that I have hurt, misled, or otherwise offended by my sin.  But if you are saying I am wrong by a worldly standard, tradition, prejudice, political correctness, or idolatry antithetical to Jesus, the Bible, and common sense, don't waste my time with your infidelity."

    Sooooooo I no longer make excuses for myself.

    I no longer make excuses for any religious group irretrievably apostate under its current management by its contradictions of Jesus by the book.

    I no longer make excuses for a President who seems like a nice guy but is either afraid of or sympathizing with a terrible religion so unlike the mercy, compassion, grace, forgiveness, inclusion, welcoming, and agape of Jesus with no exclusions allowed by color, class, culture, or even sin.

    I no longer make excuses for Democrats, Republicans, unions, school boards, capitalists, socialists, statists, Baptists, Episcopalians, Presbyterians, Lutherans, Methodists, Roman Catholics, Pentecostals, fundamentalists, or any other idolatrously ideological human invention if they are behaving badly because they are not following Jesus by the book.

    I no longer make excuses for church and family members who think familiarity breeds attempt and we'll just endure and enable their bad behaviors because, well, uh, geez, darn, ya can't pick your relatives or some other nonsense like that.

    I no longer have to be right, win, or anything else if I see or someone kind points out my bad behaviors compared to Jesus, the Bible, and common sense.

    Bottom line.

    Don't tell me or waste time trying to convince me to respect people who don't respect God in Jesus by the book; because no one is above reproach except Jesus by the book.

    With Islamists on the move - the ones who've picked up arms to slaughter non-combatants and chop off heads and treat women worse than dogs and other barbarically-born-in-hell behaviors and the nice ones who continue to enable their vicious family members by blaring silence and cowardly reticence - we no longer have the luxury not to call them out for behaving badly and we no longer have the luxury not to call out those who enable their bad behaviors for fear or sympathy.

    I think of the little boy who listened to his father agree with a pro-lifer and then agree with a pro-choicer.  He challenged, "Daddy, they can't both be right!"  Response: "You're right!"

    This hour of human history requires something/Someone better.

    Jesus by the book.

    He is the only one who can save us.

    No more excuses.

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Now go to the right column and click on "My First Tattoo" from the archives.

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Blessings and Love!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pastor Kopp, You are my excuse for going to Church, At 221 North Main in Belvidere.
We finely have some one Brave Enough to Preach about Jesus. Who tells it Like it is. God Bless Jesus Loves you.
Walton

Cooper said...

Right on... right on... right on....

thattl preach, brother...

loving Jesus style said...

Keep up the good work Brother. j