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I like the way you tell it

08 February 2012 by Neil

As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ -- 1 Peter 2:4-5

It was a spirited argument. There was no bad will; it was merely a stimulating conversation. I enjoyed it, and I determined to give my well considered reasoning every opportunity to carry the day. One of us said that Christians are servants who provide good and useful service to God. The other said that it was quite a thing to claim that we are useful to God.  As if he needed us, we old men who even as the most devoted of Christians, can do absolutely nothing that isn't tainted with some sort of self-interest or measure of malice. One of us said that God commands service, calls us servants, and therefore we can and must serve, and to dispute this is to dispute with God. The other said that one of us clearly did not comprehend grace; apart from the only true Servant Christ we have no ability to serve in a manner that pleases God, and to think otherwise is the first stroll towards a sort of works-righteousness.  It's not service so much as it is a privilege. One of us said that, duh, of course we are unable to provide service that pleases under our own power... yet service is commanded, so deal with it.

The debate was truncated by the neighbour's lawn mower, which had begun screaming through the open window.  Actually that was good timing.  It was one of the hottest days of the summer, and it was time for Dairy Queen.

I gave my neighbour a hearty wave as I pulled out of the driveway. He's such a good guy. He'll be 82 this year I think.