Episode 146: Critical Failure–Why Are So Many Homeschooled Adults Abandoning the Bible?

This was a homeschool conference talk I gave over the weekend and fair warning–it is not for the faint of heart (I actually had people walk out/mute me). I directly tackle the reason so many kids are walking away from the Bible and their faith and deconstructing after being homeschooled. But it also applies to churched kids in general. What happens when we teach our kids to think critically about everything EXCEPT the Bible and about faith and about our own interpretations and doctrines? It’s an easy mistake to make even without meaning to. Let’s explore the problems and how to reverse is so that if our kids do deconstruct, they will still have the building materials to reconstruct a better and stronger faith.

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I don’t care who you are and how you live and what kind of example you have been. Your kids might walk away from the Bible and from the faith entirely—you have to understand and be prepared for that possibility. It requires a lot of humility, which we often lack, and it necessitates prayer and trust in God. We cannot, can not, guarantee anything about the future lives of our children—goodness, we can’t even guarantee today. We do our best and hope that they will love God and surrender their lives to Jesus, but this is not a battle we can win in the flesh or through any specific curriculum or homeschooling method. Parenting isn’t about guarantees but about flying by the seat of our pants and hoping against hope for positive results. Having this mindset has been a must for me and kept me sane during my four years of homeschooling my now twenty-one-year-old twin boys, one physically and developmentally disabled and the other supposedly normal but as all you boy moms and dads can attest to, there is nothing normal about boys! And I say that lovingly, from the time they turn fifteen months old to the time someone else buries them—they are generally a handful unless you get one of those quiet studious ones. I think that my boys were born late enough in the day that they had already run out of those and only had the wild ones left.

And sometimes we think we should try to tame them and maybe we should—after all, which of us has not been tamed since we found our salvation at the foot of the Cross and inside that empty tomb? Sometimes we forget that it was not the Bible that tamed us in any real way, but relationship. The Bible can be seen by children as the enemy when we use it in ways for them that don’t reflect our experience with the divine. So, we have to be careful else they end up like the wayward children of Israel who had a whole lot of do’s and don’ts but no indwelling of the Holy Spirit to write those commandments on their hearts in such a way that it becomes important to them, this love of God and neighbor. Every religion on earth has rules and ethics, and anyone can follow rules and observe community morality if they set their mind to it—but what sets the followers of Jesus apart is that they are being transformed from within. And guess what? We can tell the stories and we can live it out in front of them and we can hold them to our notion of what Biblical standards look like, but what we cannot do is open their eyes and draw them to our Savior—that is God’s work. And so it is of the utmost importance that while we are telling the stories and impressing upon them the beauty of the Word, that we create a hunger within them for what we have. And for that, we must constantly be changing toward perfection and they need to see it and furthermore, they need to understand that it isn’t about anything we are doing in our own power. We are following the leader, and we are largely the people who will show our kids whether or not that leader can and should be trusted.

Our maturity in the faith matters. It is a matter of life and death. My kids have seen my journey because I became a believer a mere two years before we adopted them at birth. And it isn’t my constant Bible reading and studying that has impressed upon them the reality of God but instead how they have watched me struggle and change and blow it and apologize and make amends. You see, despite all of their biblical education, they aren’t readers and so their father and I are the only Bible they have right now. They were the guinea pigs for every one of my Bible curriculum books but they are also at that age where they are discovering what it means to be grownups and I love some of their decisions and I hate others. But it’s in God’s hands now. I am just grateful that they still come to me when they have questions about what the Bible says about this or that—but what I want to talk about is why they still ask me questions and why they know that nothing is off limits.

You see, I handled homeschooling differently than what I see from the majority of believing parents and I did it quite by accident and it had the unintentional effect of leaving the door open to them while they are deciding who they are and what they want to be and how God is going to figure into all that. And your kids will go through it too—some sooner and some later. Everyone goes through it differently, and we have all seen the young “golden children” who look like ministerial prodigies turn from the faith because they grew up within a culture and not as sinners fundamentally changed by the Cross. I don’t blame them—it isn’t like you can really tell if someone is saved or not. For parents, generally good behavior is enough to convince us that our kids are believers. But anyone can behave, and especially the compliant ones—like me. Anyone can say the right things to please their parents and set their minds at ease—okay, that wasn’t me but then that’s why I am not there in person because talking without a script can be disastrous. I will never forget the time that I went off script and told viewers that, instead of teaching adults via video, I instead announced that I made adult videos. So, if you ever hear that rumor, I am the one who evidently started it.

From the time my boys were preschoolers, I taught them critical thinking in some fun ways. Mostly it involved my telling them something ridiculous and looking into their trusting little eyes and saying, “Now, do you think that is true? Tell me why that does or doesn’t make sense.” And we would talk about it and sometimes they would talk to one another about it because I was definitely the third wheel in that relationship. But before they would run off to play, I would always tell them the truth and I made sure to really drive home the reality that just because they love me and depend on me and trust me, doesn’t mean that I am always going to be right about everything. Grown-ups lie, they misjudge their level of knowledge and expertise in areas, they fall for and pass on someone else’s lies, or they mistake their opinions for truth. And we all of us do that whether we like it or not, whether we really understand it or not. Allowing them to understand that my take on things can be questioned, that they can ask me questions knowing that I will be honest if all I can give them is an educated or uneducated guess, or will just flat out tell them I don’t know the answer to things, has really bolstered their confidence in me as someone they actually can take their Bible questions to. If I have no idea, I won’t pretend as though I do. And not just on the Bible but other topics too. Honestly and credibility begin with our being honest about what we do and do not know, and being open to new information.

Critical thinking requires honesty and credibility along with learning how to use logic as well as understanding that just because something seems logical to us, doesn’t mean that we had enough expertise to make that judgment. Critical thinking begins and ends with our honest evaluation of our own level of understanding, experience, and limitations. And most kids, and even homeschoolers, never learn critical thinking because we parents are often fooled into believing that teaching an alternate view from what they teach in public schools represents critical thinking when all we have done is to indoctrinate them in another view that they are not allowed to question—namely our views. I found out in my first year of homeschooling that I was very much indoctrinating my kids every bit as much as any public school could (and I am not going to lie, we have had wonderful public-school experiences in six different school districts, so I am not anti-public school). Among other things, I had my kids absolutely convinced that the end times were close enough that they stopped caring about being adults because they never thought they would ever be adults (and I didn’t even believe that myself, I just read the Bible to them)! I also taught them (long before homeschooling started) to revere a lot of urban legends about Christian origins because I hadn’t yet begun to delve into responsible scholarship. I thought I was teaching them to think critically but what I was really doing was simply presenting a different unquestionable narrative. And if that sounds familiar, you are not alone.

The truth is that I had to learn to think critically about the Bible before I could teach my children that it was okay to question and wrestle—like Abraham, Jacob, Moses, the Psalmists, the Prophets, and many others did. Because if we don’t allow them to think critically about the Bible and about faith we are (1) being unbiblical in our approach to faith, (2) leaving them helpless to the honest challenges, questions and wrestling that others will present them with, (3) setting them up for failure because they might only have a relationship with a set of unassailable do’s and don’ts, which makes us comfortable at our age, without any of the realities of an actual relationship with God, when relationships are messy, and (4) legalistic instead of wise. And we’re going to talk about all of those today. Or, I am, anyway.

Disclaimer: I am neither a scholar, or a theologian, but I play one on the radio. Seriously, about ten years ago I began to dive deeply into the Olympic sized pool of Biblical scholarship, and I think the first book I read was David DeSilva’s Honor, Patronage, Kinship, and Purity: Unlocking New Testament Culture—and my brain exploded. I became obsessed with Biblical sociology—as my Amazon bill attests to. It changed how I read everything, and different scholars had different opinions based upon their field of expertise, and when they were all combined the Bible became this beautiful mosaic highlighting the story of God’s rescue plan for humanity while teaching us wisdom and love and compassion and hospitality and humility and presenting us with conflicting commandments that force us to cleave to Him, to wrestle with Him, to be continually depending on His wisdom and begging Him for a larger share of it. And I learned about Covenants and these obscure passages in the Bible—it was like I had been living in a dark room and someone flipped on a switch. The point is that we cannot think critically without experience, exposure, and wisdom.

Experience in relationship with God and others alerts us when a verse about God and our responsibilities toward others are being taken out of context and manipulated and misrepresented. We need to know who God is and isn’t before we go out trying to be His ambassadors in the world and especially before we try to model Him for our kiddos. Exposure is almost as important, and the least utilized and especially within fundamentalism and triumphalist denominations. If all we have are approved interpretations, we will be incapable of thinking critically and if we are not allowed to be exposed to people who see things differently, we will have no other choice than to assume that there is only one way to look at a passage. Quashing questions and shaming and discouraging the questioner are all ways of stomping out the dangers of exposure to new ideas but a faith that doesn’t know of any other alternative isn’t faith at all—because faith is inherently about trust and it is a fluid thing. Where there is no room for questions and wrestling, no faith is needed—sometimes, no faith is even possible. And the freedom to question must be instilled early, and at home, where it is safe, or it will happen out in the world where you have no say whatsoever. And for those of us who were not allowed to question and were forced to accept what we were presented with, often blindly, we must learn the freedom the Bible gives us to question, first and foremost, before we are safe people to be questioned. And without wisdom, the ability to know when to hold fast and when to let go, what to do and what not to do, and all the nuances of a real faith walk—it can become nothing but an exercise in fear-based legalism where others suffer for our inability to be flexible when the situation demands it.

You see, teaching critical thinking when it comes to topics like evolution, sexuality, science, math, etc. and then shutting it down when it comes to the Bible is probably the biggest mistake we as parents can make and I believe it is why our kids are experiencing such crisis when they leave our homes and find critical thinkers everywhere on the one subject they weren’t allowed to really even independently think about. And let me tell you that there is no more important subject on earth to teach our kids to think critically about. Because someday they will, and if it isn’t with us then someone else is going to be in control of the dialogue and they are going to make arguments that fundamentalism and triumphalism aren’t going to be able to satisfy if your kids are smart.

A few definitions here—fundamentalism is not all bad and I agree with most of its tenets, but we get into trouble when we force the Bible into the very modern box that says every single verse means exactly what it looks like it means and is absolutely true and that there are no errors, scribal or otherwise, and that we must take everything literally. Fundamentalism never existed until very modern times when the idea of evolution and some scientific discoveries brought certain elements of the text into doubt. Ancient people, for example, absolutely believed in a flat earth—not just the Israelites but every pagan nation based not on critical thinking but what they could see with their eyes and what made sense to them. Until 500 BC, they also believed that brains were useless skull wadding and that thoughts originated in the heart and emotions from the other internal organs—so the OT supports this belief while in the NT, Jesus and Paul talk about thoughts originating in the mind instead of the organs.

As a scientist who has also studied the ancient world, I much appreciate that God spoke to Moses’s audience in terms of what they could understand and not in terms of scientific accuracy—because if God had been scientifically accurate, He would have had to invent new words and would have no way of even beginning to teach them what those words meant. And for that matter, it would be beyond our understanding as well. And although it seems wise to tell kids that every word is literally and accurately true, which is important to us as post-Enlightenment people, instead of truth, which is based on the priority that ancients gave to wisdom, it is also a recipe for disaster. God speaks to us where we are, and He spoke to them where they were—in the wilderness, listening to Moses tell the story of God’s rescue plan to save humanity from the evils of sin and death that they saw all around them in the ancient Near Eastern world. It was not a book to teach them about science, they simply wouldn’t have even understood the concept of a world that wasn’t micromanaged by gods and goddesses—as evidenced by their continually worshiping regional deities alongside Yahweh throughout their existence!

And so, in Genesis one, God spoke of the creation of the universe in their modern vernacular of the building and furnishing of a Temple. It made perfect sense to them that Yahweh was announcing that He had taken up residence as their god and king. We modern folks forget that the Bible was written for us but it wasn’t written to us and when we don’t know what they knew, we can draw disastrous conclusions—disastrous because they cause divisions and infighting when none are warranted and we take up positions based on what makes sense to us. And, of course, we pass that onto our kids, and they become locked into fundamentalist ideas that there is only one way to see what is written—and it is our way, not theirs. When that happens, we also tend toward elitism, as though now in all our modernity we are the ultimate arbiters of what this ancient document written to ancient people actually means. We must always be humble before the text and especially before our God who is always generous and compassionate to communicate with us where we are according to our understanding and not according to His, because our brains are just way too small, and we still know far too little.

Triumphalism is another problem in Western Christianity. Triumphalism is the practice of religion that forces us to always be focused on victory, positivity, and personal and denominational glorification. We got that from Rome, by the way, this idea that we are marching gloriously on to victory, and we have so many hymns about it that we don’t even question it. The problem is that triumphalism allows no discussion of the very real evils happening to our brothers and sisters in the contested regions of the world where Christians have no political or, more importantly, military power. The Bible speaks of a non-triumphal reality of suffering and injustice and lamentation. In fact, 40% of the Psalms are lamentations, crying out in agony, pain, confusion, and anger toward God over horrible circumstances. And an entire book of the Bible is dedicated to Lamentations! The Prophets lament, Moses laments, David laments—we see lamentations everywhere except in those places where Christianity is coupled with power and protection. But we must think critically about the reality of the historical church in the world, and we must teach our children to think critically about the triumphalist, Christian nationalistic narrative because it is not reflected in the Bible nor in the rest of the world and when our adult kids are asked the hard questions about theodicy—how a good God can allow terrible evils—if they aren’t familiar with the terrible evils described in the Bible and have only been handed empty platitudes, they will be, again, unprepared. Believe me, the Western Church will not be victorious, but Jesus will be. It’s going to be a messy ride, though.

It’s messy because relationships are messy. Faith is messy. And we should embrace the mess, and teach our kids to do the same or they will leave our houses so rigid that they will snap as soon as pressure is applied. We need to raise them up as children of the Book, yes, but all of the book and especially the messy parts. And we need to get to the point where we and they can do it fearlessly. We parents have been indoctrinated to believe that doubt is the enemy but not allowing doubt is what we truly must guard against. Do we answer a fool according to his folly or not? Back-to-back verses in Proverbs 26 give us entirely different answers because wisdom teaches us that life isn’t black and white but instead situational. If God is love, then why did the Canaanite genocide happen? Did it even happen or is it an example of ancient hyperbole, literary exaggeration to drive home a point that we see all through Scripture because that is how they communicated. Are we afraid to really really talk with our kids about the Bible? Are we only talking at them and telling them what we want them to accept—even if it doesn’t tell the whole story?

Kids are hypocrisy detectors, and when we homeschooling parents are on our soap boxes pontificating about the importance of getting our kids out of public schools because they aren’t being taught to think critically and then we forbid our kids to think critically when it comes to the most important book, the most important aspect, and the most important relationship of their lives—the house of cards is going to fall and a lot of adults are never able to get over that because they lack the tools to reassemble their faith—not upon the false foundation of fundamentalism and triumphalism or whatever -ism they were raised with—but on the foundation of God’s salvific work through Jesus, which is the true metanarrative of the Bible. Not young earth creationism, not the flood, not the identity of the Nephilim or Nimrod or Melchizedek, not how the divine name is pronounced or the claimed pagan origins of this or that doctrine or ritual or when or if the rapture is going to happen. None of that—we need to provide them with the building blocks to reconstruct in case they deconstruct. We cannot afford to simply indoctrinate them with what we want them to believe and see it as enough because as we can see all around us, it is not enough. Our kids are walking away, and who can blame them when we tell them to think critically when we ourselves too often have mistaken the adoption of alternate world views with a critical assessment of the situation. Believe what I tell you to believe, accept my explanations, don’t ask those questions, have more faith, pray more, don’t listen to that other denomination or that scholar or that theologian, and you will be okay just so long as you don’t stray from our path. I mean, God’s path…

And so, I embarked upon this very unique ministry, this very strange ministry—certainly not the ministry I wanted or thought I was being prepared for. I had a series of dreams involving children beginning in 2004, where I was surrounded by one hundred children and none of them were biological. So, you can imagine how terrifying that was. I had no idea how that was going to happen, and I didn’t even want to think about it. I was absolutely terrified that meant we were going to be foster parents to all one hundred at the same time. But, you know, I had no desire whatsoever to make that happen, so I just put it on the shelf. Ten years later, a friend from Ghana had a vision about me that was almost the same. Still, I waited. A year later I had a dream about believing parents who were leaving their kids behind, so I went back for them. I found Jesus with them, and He told me that the parents had gone off expecting to meet Him, but He was lingering for the sake of the children and wouldn’t be coming when they expected.

But a year before having that last dream, God slammed me to the mat by giving me a very odd book to write—teaching serious Bible college level materials to children. And so, I wrote Honor and Shame in the Bible, and the process was amazing—it was like it just flowed out of my brain, in order, making perfect sense but then when God gives me a book to write, that’s always how it happens. I have like twenty unfinished manuscripts in my files of books I tried to write without Him. It doesn’t work. And I taught families how to look at the Bible critically, like scholars, in terms of honor/shame culture which couldn’t be more different than our own if we tried. And I started getting feedback from parents because their kids were really getting it, and they were analyzing the text based on this one small subject and they couldn’t wait for Bible study because they were able to engage with the text in ways they never thought possible. And they were having family discussions and debates about what was going on based on this understanding. Parents and children were learning to see the Bible as something to interact with, struggle, and question their previous assumptions—by critically looking at the Bible stories with a more ancient set of eyes. And it started to come alive. And it all led to understanding Jesus and His mission better.

And then came my volume on Covenants, and it happened again. Kids were writing their own suzerain vassal covenants and exploring what it meant to be in Covenant through the eyes of Noah, Abraham, Moses, Phineas, David, and Jesus. They learned about kings and vassals and land grants and the difference between covenants and treaties and testaments and they were understanding concepts that weren’t very well understood just a hundred years ago but are now clear because of archaeology and the deciphering of ancient languages. And again, it all led to understanding Jesus and His mission better.

Then I wrote a much-needed volume on the ancient dyadic community mindset and a lot of the gruesome question of the Bible where only fifteen of the fifty lessons were suitable for children—but I wanted to equip parents with real answers and real ways to begin to look at the texts about sexuality so that they could answer the questions as their children became old enough to ask them. I knew that these sections of Scripture were very frustrating to those who are unacquainted with the ancient Near Eastern audience of Scripture, and the laws and mindsets and basic context of those times—how they thought and lived and behaved and what made sense to them but was lost to us until just recently. And again, it all led to understanding Jesus and His mission better.

My final volume tackled what being an image-bearer meant to the people of the ancient world, and we explored some “what if” stories about how life could have been different apart from the rebellion in the Garden. But the bulk of the book was about our New Creation life and how we represent God as image bearers through the development of the fruit of the Spirit. All of it was designed to make kids see themselves in the Bible, to enter in and be a part of the story of God’s rescue plan for humanity. And, of course, it all led to understanding Jesus and His mission better.

Kids are smart, and they are hungry to be treated as co-heirs in the Kingdom, which they are. How we present information must be age sensitive and yet we must be even more sensitive to explore and think critically ourselves—we cannot be afraid of the text, but we do have to respect it. We can’t box it in as though we need to be kept safe from it, as though it could possibly give us an entirely complete picture of God—who is forced to communicate His ineffable, indescribable greatness through metaphors because there simply are no words that are sufficient. When they come to understand that God is bigger than the Bible and that the Bible is a tool to help us into a beginning of understanding of just a glimpse of His majesty, the Bible can become their ally instead of their jailer. A companion in their quest to commune with our God and embrace Him in His complexity. And when that happens, they will still struggle with the hard questions and the doubts and the confusion, but it will be with the Bible as a companion that speaks different truths in different situations and not as an adversary who is cold, cruel, and detached from our struggles. We must give them a Bible that is like Jesus and not a Bible that fits into what we think we can manage and control. Jesus was unpredictable in His beautiful wisdom—never saying quite what we would expect, or doing what we think He should, or conforming to any standard of behavior that we can predict with any amount of assurance. The Bible doesn’t tell us why one man is stoned for gathering sticks on the Sabbath when David lived despite his sexual assault of Bathsheba and his murder of her husband. God is complex. Jesus is complex. The Bible, therefore, is complex as well and probably inspires more questions than it gives answers to.

To honestly be in relationship with the God of the Bible and Sinai and the Cross and the empty tomb takes a lot of stepping back and letting go of our need to be certain, which has reached idolatrous levels in the modern world. In reality, a God who can be predicted is a God that is small enough to fit into my approval zone and not big enough to rescue us from sin and death. When children can be told that, like Aslan, God isn’t tame and manageable but wild and good, He becomes big enough for them to trust with their lives, their fear, their sadness, their future, and their questions and anger as well. The God who fits in a box is generally either shockingly permissive or crushingly legalistic—and cares about what we care about and hates what we hate. The Bible tells different stories about God for the same reason that our friends, families, and neighbors can tell entirely different stories about us without any of them being lies. As we are complex creatures by design, God is even more so and thank God for it. But this beauty cannot be appreciated when we do not allow our kids to think critically about what they are reading, and what it might mean, and to listen to other critical thinkers, and when they don’t even know that it is possible to look at the Bible and see what it really does and doesn’t say. When we take off our denominational, fundamentalist, triumphalist glasses and really delve into what it is saying. And yes, kids can do that too—a little at first but more and more as they grow older and deeper in relationship and wisdom.

Questions are only the enemy when we neurotically believe that we must have all the answers or else our kids will become heathens. Those fears are baseless even though they are drilled into us by leadership that doesn’t have all the answers but fears losing control. Or by those whose egos do not allow an appearance of ignorance. But we are all ignorant, it is inevitable. We are all wrong about things, it’s undeniable. We all have a very small and limited understanding, and that’s okay. We all read things into the Bible that just aren’t there. We have all fallen for urban legends and hoaxes. We have all made faulty assumptions based more on 21st century Western ideals and Hollywood than on the ancient context of the original audience. And one of the most valuable ways of teaching our kids to think critically is to openly admit when we find we were wrong and to apologize—from experience I can tell you that kids are used to being wrong and it is so discouraging until they really understand that we as parents are wrong too, more often than we know. I always say that the only way I know to keep from being proven wrong is to stop studying and never listen to anyone. But that would be an illusion because I would still be wrong. And it seems to me that when we love someone, we don’t want to be stuck with what we knew about them at any given point but instead desire to know them more and more. But it requires thinking critically and re-evaluating when necessary and listening to a lot of others and not being married to our denominational understandings or so enamored with any teacher (and especially me) that we put their materials in a place where only God deserves to sit.

Too often, we present our kids with what we consider to be “the final word” and do not allow them the opportunity to journey with God and others because we are more concerned with orthodoxy (having all the right ideas, creeds, doctrines, etc.) than with orthopraxy, which is what the Bible stresses. Orthopraxy requires a lot of critical thinking and is the bane of legalism, because orthopraxy is about doing the right things in the right ways at the right times. Orthopraxy tells us to love our neighbor and to love God with all we have. Orthodoxy tells us what that is and isn’t allowed to look like according to black and white rules that do not allow for wisdom to have any say at all. The Qumran Covenanters (the authors of the Dead Sea Scrolls), who might have been the Essenes spoken of by Josephus, were all about legalism. You do not break the Sabbath even to save a drowning man, whereas the Pharisees expected a person to break the Sabbath to save lives—as do modern Jews to this day. Discovering orthopraxy requires us to think critically about the Bible and especially the Torah but also about the Proverbs and the Psalms. Is the person who dashes Babylonian babies against the rocks really blessed or was that the honest venting of a man who is at the rock bottom of despair? Do we answer a fool according to his folly or not? Depends on the exact situation. Is it okay to beat a slave to death if it takes more than two days for him to die? What about the pilgrims who slaughtered Native Americans because they believed they were living in the new promised land and found permission in the book of Joshua?

What was the Torah ultimately guiding us toward? The ministry of Jesus. An end to our oppression of others, a society to which many of the Torah laws—well, we’re just all grateful that is no longer our context. But they did represent an important trajectory out of sin and death and into life and love. Everything begins somewhere. And being captured and forced to be the wife of the man who slaughtered your family, as horrific as we rightfully see it now, was far better than the battlefield rape that was considered a soldier’s right in the rest of the world. Orthopraxy teaches us to weigh every decision by what love looks like to that person, in that moment and according to their need and there are no hard and fast rules, no detailed instruction manual outlining every situation. The Bible was given to us to guide us on to wisdom and love, not to replace our need to think critically about what is actually good, or bad, in a situation and act on it. The Torah is good, but it only provided the bare minimum of behavior modification in the otherwise brutal and vile realities of the ancient Near Eastern world.

The truth is that without Jesus, and a real relationship with Him and an understanding of His ministry and teachings as the Greater Moses, Greater Solomon, Greater Jonah and Greater Temple, the Torah is very confusing and especially for children. And so by interweaving the Genesis stories with archaeology, sociology, sound exegesis, history and most importantly Jesus on my radio show, Context for Kids, I am teaching kids to go beyond the text into a living, breathing, struggling, questioning, happy, sad, real faith that is not simply a set of beliefs but an outworking of trust and the inherent messiness of God being real, Jesus being real, and our relationship with Him very real as well. I don’t want them to have a relationship with a book and a set of beliefs. That leaves us no better off than Muslims or Buddhists. I want them to have a vibrant, growing, interactive relationship with the King of kings where they are allowed to do all the things that the Biblical authors did as they wrestled with God and knew Him and knew that He knew them. And how many of them had not a scrap of Bible to even help them along.

One last word. One pitfall of parents coming to an understanding of Torah after they were already believers is a knowledge of Jesus, and sometimes we take it for granted that we can read Torah portions to our kids and they can just pick up what we attained through entirely different means—you know, by focusing on Jesus and His teachings and actions. But it just doesn’t work. Not in the long run. Jesus is the goal of Torah, which means that Torah serves Jesus and not the other way around. That’s why Jesus clashed with the religious authorities who had turned the Torah into an idol, and even more so their interpretations which were more inspired by Hellenistic law codes than the ancient wisdom literature that was given to us by Moses. Jesus wanted them to see the point of Torah, but they were interested in legislating what they could and couldn’t get away with. Your kids need Jesus more than they need the Torah because only Jesus could walk out the true, long-term, non-culturally specific intentions of God that we could only guess at without Him.




Why So Many Mature Voices From the Hebrew Roots Movement are Heading Back to the Church – Lessons from The Cross and the Switchblade

HRM church(FYI: I have long since stopped publishing comments on this particular blog due to shameful behavior. It brings shame to our King and Messiah when believers respond to other people’s comments with mocking, or ascribe to me beliefs and motivations that are inaccurate and amount to false accusations. Accuser of the brethren is not the calling is believers, but the calling of the evil one. No one can read one article from a person and know them (especially when they can’t even get the gender correct), and it is terribly sad that people mistake their fears and assumptions for the leading of the Holy Spirit and/or discernment. I will not publish any comment on this or any other blog that demeans any believer or is posted to start a fight. I also will not allow accusations to be made about myself or anyone else. Humility demands that we exalt others, and not ourselves. What you have here is my honest opinion from two years ago, and you are not at liberty to assume anything not expressly laid out here.)

It’s no secret that I believe the Hebrew Roots Movement is dying, and a lot of folks are starting to see it. Too much anger, too much division – and yet, what did we expect to happen?

People came in to this movement and were told that Christianity had “lied about everything.” Christians had “everything wrong,” and their holidays were “full of pagan child sacrifice rituals.” That was the party line. Oh, and the Jews couldn’t be trusted to know anything because they were too rebellious to accept Yeshua as Messiah. That left only us, there in the middle, as the “faithful witnesses.”

Is it any wonder why some people can’t hold a conversation about the flaws in this movement without saying something like, “Well, the Jews and the Christians are worse!”? That’s like scolding one kid and having them point out the faults of another. As parents, we don’t fall for that obvious diversion.

We, the Hebrew Roots Movement, were a bunch of people who felt wronged and lied to and were angry about it. In our passion, or passionate rage, we tried to preach to friends and relatives—who of course didn’t believe us. We saw lies everywhere and in everything—to the point where some of us were tempted to throw baby Jesus out with the bath water. We were willing to turn so vehemently on our heritage because we were either sincerely angry about the lies we had been told, or we desired to have special insider knowledge. Our new pastors and teachers wrote online articles and uploaded videos, and just like our former pastors, they quoted from books we ourselves hadn’t read. But we felt that the people who wrote these articles and produced these videos had to be telling the truth, and furthermore, they had to have done their due diligence.

We no longer believed that Christians could be credited with any sound scholarship, but if someone was on the outside – where we were – we gave them a pass on proving their claims. We wanted and needed them to be right. Maybe we were so desirous to have allies that we were predisposed to believe absolutely anything. That was a dangerous and convenient assumption, and it resulted in a lot of angry and desperate Hebrews who mourned their relatives remaining in “Babylonian idolatry.”

So what happened? Angry people were made teachers before they were over their anger phase. Now, instead of being enriched and exhorted by mature teachers who have passed through that initial stage and tempered it with wisdom, we have teachers who encourage anger and division.

With the advent of social media, anyone can teach and produce videos without the usual local controls that keep immature and even unknowledgeable believers out of traditional teaching positions. Some of these started out bashing Christians and then turned on Jews. When they ran out of material, lo and behold, they started devouring people within the movement. This should not surprise us.

We have others who make the mistake that Jews warn clearly against: they get into Kabbalistic works like the Zohar before they have spent forty hardcore years studying the Tanakh. Personally, I don’t even peek at stuff like that.

Some people came in to the Hebrew Roots Movement simply following the knowledge train: they needed something new to tickle their ears. As Christians, they were bored; then someone taught them something interesting and new. They came in high on the exhilaration of being a remnant “in the know,” but that feeling never lasts. And when the anti-missionaries came and offered them even more knowledge, all too often they could not resist; off they went to deny Yeshua as Messiah.

Here’s the problem: unlike Christianity and Judaism, we are a movement largely without a safety net in place for new people. Most folks have no chance at a local congregation; they have nowhere to be nurtured and loved through those difficult first few years. As a result, we cannot help but become a movement of radically individualized people who operate as islands on social media. No support, no accountability, no guidance, and oftentimes no real growth of anything except anger and resentment.

A lot of your kinder and more mature voices are heading back into the churches. Why? Well, it isn’t to celebrate Christmas and Easter! It’s because they are coming to understand that we were never supposed to be individuals but instead a community—even when we disagree. We are supposed to love one another and cherish one another and be a family; we forgot that in our zeal to convert everyone around us like we were rogue Spanish Inquisitors. We forgot that our eyes were opened supernaturally and that we have to allow the same thing to happen to others: not despising God’s timing and patience.

I have found that I love teaching children for a specific reason: I am relieved of the burden of teaching doctrine to them. I just give them the tools that will allow them to make sense of the historical context of their Bibles. Wherever they are in their understanding, context will serve them well. Not having to convert people to the way I see things is an incredible burden removed from my shoulders; it keeps me from having to lord authority over people the way the Gentiles do. And let’s face it; we still do that because we were Gentiles for way too long. As I like to say it, “We’ve got too much Egypt in us.”

I don’t think this movement was ever meant to survive because we lack the infrastructure that all believers need in order to mature. We need real people that we can see, touch, and feel standing beside us. Only the rarest of individuals can thrive without that; we weren’t designed to operate in this faith alone. I think this movement was some sort of awkward intermediary sifting phase leading to…?

In David Wilkerson’s book, The Cross and the Switchblade (which I highly recommend for adults and teens), the author recounts the real-life story of the miracles he saw when God called him out of his cushy pastoral position in a Pennsylvania country town and into the unspeakable horrors of the gang-filled streets of New York. Wilkerson learned that while the Holy Spirit can change any heart, the lack of real, constant personal contact after conversion was often a recipe for disaster – sometimes even leading to death.

Many Hebrew Roots folks have come to see that a nurturing local congregation is not optional but is instead an absolute necessity. They are coming to find that even where there are disagreements over doctrine, the need for unity outweighs the desire for uniformity. Unity, and a willingness to accept and respect others, is something we have lost along the way in this movement. Though it did not begin this way, we have come to a crisis point.

Maybe the Church is the next great mission field: not for the purpose of converting people who are already believers but of being there for people whose eyes are being opened—by God and not by guile, trickery, indoctrination, hounding, or manipulation. Maybe the mature people who are going back with a balanced message will catch these believers before they end up ruined by the social media mess that has destroyed so many thus far. I have to say that I hope that is the case. What I know is this: This social media congregation is not working except in isolated cases by people who have either been very diligent and cautious – or who have been extremely lucky – to avoid the insanity. In truth, we have even more denominations than Christianity because each individual has their own private list of what constitutes a real believer and a real heretic. We have crazier arguments, often crazier beliefs, and we’ve made it some kind of twisted virtue to have a religion that is more anti-Christian and anti-Judaism than it is pro-Messiah and pro-Torah. This is a recipe for disaster!

I see people going back to Sunday churches, and I don’t try and stop them. I honestly think they might be hearing very loudly from the Holy Spirit. I am going to take the advice of Gamaliel the Elder in Acts 5:

“So in the present case I tell you, keep away from these men and let them alone, for if this plan or this undertaking is of man, it will fail; but if it is of God, you will not be able to overthrow them. You might even be found opposing God!”




Jonathan and Saul — ignoring evil in the Body of Messiah

So often, when someone comes to me heartbroken about spiritual abuse (abuse carried out by a minister against a parishioner, often in full view of the congregation) they are not nearly as upset about what the minister did as they are about the lack of concern from their brothers and sisters who saw exactly what was going on.  Imagine being violated in front of an audience who show no concern nor take any action against your attacker!

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This week I am teaching my sons from I Samuel, and today we read chapters 21-23.

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Jonathan loved David as himself, they were in Covenant together.  Yet David routinely had spears chucked at him by Jonathan’s father King Saul, and even escaped a nighttime attempt on his life which also was ordered by Saul.  So we have to wonder what was going on in Jonathan’s mind when David said, “Dude, your dad is like trying to kill me,” and Jonathan replied, “No way!”  Seriously?

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Um…. where was Jonathan where the spears were being hurled?  It was Jonathan’s own sister in bed when the men came in to kill her husband, David.  Good grief Jonathan, after the first spear got lodged in the wall the threat should have been rather difficult to ignore.

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But I have seen this same thing happen in church.  How many times does the pastor have to preach against people from the pulpit (either by name or with just enough details that everyone knows exactly who they mean) before someone starts thinking that “Hey, maybe this guy has a problem.”

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Saul threw spears and sent armed soldiers, some pastors throw words and gossip over the phone.  And yet the people closest to them turn a blind eye and dismiss the obvious, that the man with the spear, or the words, has become a threat to the Body.  And the reason is generally the same.  Saul was intimidated by David; he considered a man who loved him like a father to be a threat (even when no one else saw the threat).  Oftentimes we see the same thing in church.  No one else sees the threat, and so the Pastor has to make sure that everyone sees it.  Just like Saul, who loved to tell people how dangerous David was to him, about the unsubstantiated threats to Saul’s life and throne, even though David never once acted against him.  And evidently Saul was able to convince some people, because he never lacked for loyal minions willing to go hunt down David, despite their being no evidence of his guilt (apart from Saul’s accusations).

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Interestingly enough, Jonathan refused to believe the overwhelming weight of evidence.  He ignored the death threats, the actual attempts on David’s life, and the armed execution squad that invaded his own sister’s bedroom.  He tried to deny it to David, and even tried to prove David wrong.  It was only after three days of trying to prove David wrong that a spear hurled at his own head convinced him.

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Isn’t that typical?  So often in these situations, the people I talk to themselves turned a blind eye while the pastor abused whatever person was in line before them.  It might be about wanting to put our faith in a man, but I know that a lot of it is simply about wanting church to go on as usual.  We want the Pastor to look good so we can look good, so we can pretend that we are the right people who are doing the right things.  Maybe we even see and we hope someone else will have the courage to speak up so we won’t have to.  And so when the accusations come, we don’t question them the way we should; we don’t demand proof and we just continue to allow the anonymous character assassination to go on; we don’t consider how deeply crushing it is to someone to have no way to counter accusations that aren’t even being given out in the open (or even discussed in person), but instead hide behind the cowardice of anonymity.  Or maybe we enjoy hearing someone rebuked as long as we don’t have to look them in the eye, as long as we assume they have it coming.  But we can’t put our faith in any man to be that honest with no proof.  It is an injustice to the accused when we sit through those accusations in silence, and not only that but paying him to to it!

 

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So what convinced Jonathan? Jonathan was convinced when he got treated like David. Selective outrage is when we only respond when we are the offended party. when we or sometimes someone close to us is abused in some way. Until we feel the pain, the pain is deemed irrelevant and that is a terrible cancer within the Body.

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Sadly, even after that attack, Jonathan stayed with the illegitimate ruler over the people when he could have given up his comforts to follow David.  As a result, he got to watch (figuratively) the destruction of the priests of YHVH, from the city of Nob, as well as their families.  He got to stand by as the Gibeonites (under Covenant with Israel) were slaughtered.  David loved Jonathan, but I don’t.  I have no respect for him; he stood by and allowed too much evil to happen to too many people — and he ended up dying right alongside his father.  The consequence for tolerating injustice and oppression, in a Kingdom or in a Church, will be to share in the fallout when God restores righteousness and justice.

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Honestly, it would be better to live in a cave with the King than to live in a palace with an oppressor.

 




Everything I Ever Learned About Unity I Learned From Pagans

Photograph by Darlene Dine

Photograph by Darlene Dine

2/8/15 – I am revisiting this blogpost that I wrote about honor and shame months before I knew about the honor/shame dynamic of scripture. The SCA operated according to honor principles – and that was why there was unity and peace among very different people. I am not rewriting it, but sharing it again. Until we become more focused on giving honor to our King and each other, than we are with demanding that others honor us, there will be no unity. The people of the SCA understood that – nothing was more important that bringing honor to the association and living in peace with one another in a non-faith setting.
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Sometimes God shares truths so painful that there is very little possibility of sleep afterwards, indeed there is very little possibility of doing anything except repenting and absorbing the devastating implications of the revelation.  And no, this isn’t new revelation, something that only I see in the scriptures — this wasn’t anything from scripture at all, and yet it is also the whole of scripture.

For many years now I have been having recurring dreams of an organisation I used to belong to, but that I no longer had the garments to participate in.  I would always wake up confused, and the last of these dreams was just a few weeks ago.  I would pray for illumination, but none would come — none came because I wasn’t ready, willing, or able to hear it and I guess that changed last night.

Twenty years ago, when I lived in the California Bay Area, I joined an organisation called The Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA) and to put it simply, we were a group of reinactors devoted to the celebration of the culture of the European Middle Ages and Renaissance.  We were rich and poor, liberal and conservative, Republican and Democrat, brilliant and average, distinguished and ordinary, artists, athletes and servants, every color, every religion — and we had a unity I have never, ever seen rivaled.  We had unity, not because we were alike but because we saw our common passion and goal as the only thing that mattered.  In every way, we were set apart from the world towards the furtherance of that goal.

The campsite and garb (clothing) of one was Byzantine, and the next was Elizabethan — or perhaps a couple would walk around where one was Italian Renaissance and the other was dressed in a simple T-tunic, and it never occurred to those in full Elizabethan splendor to notice or care. There was a suspension of ego, one that allowed us to appreciate where everyone was at and ignore the variations.  The people who were good at costuming didn’t complain about those who weren’t, but would help anyone and everyone learn to do it better — if that’s what they wanted. Those whose focus was martial combat weren’t always the best dressed, but those who were the best dressed enjoyed watching them fight. Those who served, served.  I never saw such a group of “Martha’s” in my life; it was their passion, and a recognized form of contribution – every bit as much as the arts and the fighting.  But it went beyond that, they were dedicated to chivalry and having an excellent reputation in the community.  There were state parks and private landowners who would prefer that we use their campgrounds for our events than local church groups, because we were committed to being good neighbors.  If a site was not in pristine condition when we arrived, it was when we left. Everyone, from the greatest to the least, was dedicated to the society and to the people in it.  When someone wasn’t, the peerage quickly stepped in.

A fighter who cheated would never be knighted, and in fact would be taken aside and spoken to and if necessary, purposefully removed from tournaments by better fighters and ostracized.  An artist who refused to teach and share and was prideful would never be given a peerage.  A servant who couldn’t be worked with wasn’t given events to run and would never gain a peerage either.  We knew, without anything ever being said, that the unity of the organisation was about how we treated each other and not about who was the best fighter, who had the flashiest embroidered garments, or who could throw the best feasts.  It came down to community based chivalry — something I have been longing for so badly since becoming a believer that it even infiltrates my dreams.

If a woman showed up alone and was setting up her tent, she wasn’t alone for long.  She’s be swarmed by men, if they were available.  Not men looking for anything in return, men looking for a chance to be of service to a lady.  They would often show up anonymous, help, and be on their way to help someone else get set up for the weekend.

And people tell me — “But my church is just like that.”  But I challenge that line of thought, because I have never seen a church gather with another church, a church who dresses and does things radically differently, where there was still unity without judgment, where there was no consciousness of the differences.

When Kingdoms and Principalities would get together for wars in the SCA, there was no animosity; there was still that shared feeling of community.  Oh there were always a few old biddies a bit cranky about this or that, but we still shared that common goal and ignored the small stuff.  Generally, we often didn’t even know who won the wars nor did we care.  We didn’t come together to win, we came together to celebrate on the same day, doing the same thing, towards the common goal.

Someone in the SCA would rather die than work weekends, and if they ever did get a job that required it, they moved mountains to get one that didn’t. They didn’t spend their vacations at Disneyland, they spent their vacations making long weekends or sometimes whole weeks so we could gather for feasts and battles and tournaments – just to be together, doing the same thing in different ways but in the ways that truly mattered most, those ways were generally the same.

Our expendable income went towards the SCA, way more than 10% in most cases.  We were avid readers of history, we cared so very deeply about knowing and learning and sharing that common passion.  I could walk into any house today and tell you if the person is in the SCA, but I couldn’t walk into any house and tell you if someone is a believer.

The SCA understood discipleship, and it was an expected form of service.  Artisans took apprentices, Knights took squires and Pelicans (the SCA version of Martha) took proteges.  It was simply something one was expected to do, to share and train up the people who wanted to be able to do what you could do.  Character mattered; no matter how talented you were, character mattered more.

And a great many of them were pagans who had never cracked open a Bible in their lives.  And they were loving and humble enough to let the small stuff, the differences, go by unnoticed.  I never experienced such a feeling of belonging before, and such a feeling of safety.  Despite hundreds and hundreds of people camped together, and sometimes thousands, I never heard of any crime — no assaults, no thefts.  It was unthinkable.  It was as though we were brothers and sisters, even when we did not know each other’s names.  I spent last night crying, because I had not allowed myself to think about how desperately I missed that kind of unity, and frankly that kind of humble maturity — because when I became a believer, the church drove it out of me.  And come to find out, the church drove it out of all of us.

There is no suspension of ego within the Body of Messiah.  In general, if someone wears a head covering then everyone has to wear one, and vice versa.  If this pastor believes in pre-trib rapture, or hell, or whatever, then everyone else has to — or there will be no unity.  No grace offered, no looking past the small doctrines, no concept of being unified by a common passion.  No true acknowledgment of the biggest issues at all.

What is the common passion we are supposed to have?  In the SCA it was a passion for the culture of Medieval Europe, a very large umbrella that covered a great many topics.  But the passion of the Body is supposed to be eternal — the scriptures and Messiah.  If our passion was Yeshua (Jesus) and the Scriptures, we could indeed be unified but that isn’t really our passion.

Our passion is being right, it’s being agreed with and not challenged.  Our passion is for conquest, for converting everyone else to think exactly the way we do.  Our passion is uniformity under our own banner, and division from everyone else — it is contempt and distrust and judgement over differences of opinion, and oftentimes an utter lack of patience for the learning curve.  But people aren’t called to be set-apart unto agreement with me or you, according to our timetables; we are instead called to be set apart, holy, unto faith in the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob through belief in His Messiah, who was crucified for us.  If  our focus was truly upon Him, the living and eternal Word, then we could see doctrinal opinions the way that people in the SCA see costuming that is radically different than their own.

Right now, we are so concerned that people agree with us that we brand everyone who doesn’t in very uncharitable terms, as though we ourselves are the plumb line.  We make assumptions as to why they disagree or do not understand, and what their real motivations are, and what kind of people they are.  In the SCA, I made Elizabethan gowns and did fancy embroidery.  Some people always wore T-tunics.  Some people wore them because it was the only thing they could understand how to make, other people really liked wearing them because they were comfortable.  Others wore them because they wanted to spend their time focusing on being servants, putting on the grand events.  They didn’t wear them because they wanted to look bad, and really they could be incredibly beautiful — they only looked bad if I developed a mindset that only Elizabethans were good and beautiful.  Elizabethans were more complex, and required a larger skillset, but a person in a corset and hoops isn’t necessarily as useful as someone in a t-tunic, it’s all a matter of perspective.  In the SCA, we had an entirely different perspective.

The way a person looked, to us, had more to do with what they did and with who they were, than how they were dressed.  The people who were recognized, weren’t recognized for what they knew but what they did with what they knew.  In many ways, the Church — be it Catholic, Protestant, Pentecostal, Messianic — has a less Biblical mindset than this rag tag group of people that most believers would avoid like the plague.  Greek Philosophy is about thinking the right things, but a Biblical mindset it about acting on the right things.  The Biblical mindset is exemplified in Jerusalem three times each year, as Jewish men from all over the world, from Orthodox to Reform, gather with one shoulder and one voice to praise the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, forgetting their differences and loving God as a spiritual nation, and celebrating together, as they did in the days when Messiah walked the earth.  No they don’t do it perfectly, but they do gather together and suspend their egos towards a common passion.

It’s time to recognize the common passion.  We have the Bible and we have the Messiah of Israel.  And if we come together with our brothers and sisters and think of anything else first, we have broken the two greatest commandments.

Mark 12

28 And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all?

29 And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord:

30 And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment.

31 And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.

32 And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he:

33 And to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbour as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices.

34 And when Jesus saw that he answered discreetly, he said unto him, Thou art not far from the kingdom of God.

I Cor
2 For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and him crucified.

If we believe that Yeshua is Messiah (Jesus is Christ), then we need to start acting like it.  We need to want unity, we need to want to be a body — with a head that is not our own head, but Yeshua — who doesn’t think like us, or act like us.  Once we stop pretending like He does, then we can really get somewhere.  It really is about a suspension of ego.  Not a suspension of disbelief, but a suspension of ego.

Perhaps the time has come, when we meet a believer, to ask not what their doctrine is and then decide if we want unity, but to recognize the unity and then let the doctrine take care of itself.  That’s how we did it when we were pagans, and if that doesn’t shame us — well I don’t know what would.