In the course of human events, it becomes necessary for you to eat breakfast, and if you are fortunate to do so with regularity with your family, then you are truly a blessed man. My family and I are almost always found at our favorite eatery on any given Sunday. We call it Sunday school.
When Sunday school is in session, we discus the preceding morning sermon from one of our very capable ministers, we are confessional Presbyterians, of course. Hopefully, it will be a discussion of reinforcement of our confession, our faith. However, over the course of the last several months, it has turned into a session that focuses less on what is said in the sermon and more about why we are following the world in their apprehension of mortality.
It seems the world, and its hysteria over the COVID virus, pull more weight on the way our local congregation, and of the entirety of Christ’s Church, worships. We wear masks, hiding our faces from our brothers and sisters. Masks, that in principle, hide our faces from God. Yes, I know that sounds a little dramatic, and perhaps it is, but the psychological effects are unquestionable. It would be one thing if we shielded our faces from the glory of a holy and righteous God, but our masks are shielding us in a fear of our own mortality, sold in the comfortable disguise of virtue for our fellow man.
Our parents, Adam and Eve, hid in fear of their own mortality, the serpent’s tale being more believable than the truth of the Living God. In our present tale, the voice of the serpent calls in tones of presumed immorality – if you will only wear a mask, don’t congregate, don’t sing, don’t share a common meal with your family, etc., all will be good and with the promise of safety. Safety, that not the serpent can offer, but only God can promise.
Just today, a local church announced that it would be closing its doors for good, and it will not be the last, nor is it the first. Christians need to congregate, we are commanded to do so, and we are most regularly to congregate on the Lord’s Day. A reasonable person understands, from time to time, this may not be possible, but we are past those infrequent instances where this is rational. Way past.
We must implore our ministers, our Southern ministers, to reject the mandates of the Empire and our states, and return to regular and often worship. We must demand they trust God with the consequences of obedience. Better we perish in obedience to Christ by disease or at the end of the sword, else our mortal souls will perish in disobedience to Christ.
This Sunday, meet with your family in session, Southern man. My brothers, determine to force your ministers hand if they will not comply with the mandates of Heaven. It is my hope that your determination will be the instrument of courage for your minister.
Deo Vindice! God Save the South!
Service to God and honor to the South.
