Bearing Your Father's Name

Has anyone kept up with the latest on Franky Schaeffer? Last week's World Magazine highlighted his new book, Crazy for God, in this article which is part review, part interview.

It is a sad state when the son of such influential parents feels the freedom to publish disdain while his mother is still living. The command to honor your parents is relevant no matter your age.

It is also a sad state when sin corrupts both a good work and a man hungry for something other than the pure gospel. Every story is two-sided and while it appears that Crazy for God gives only Franky's side, there has to be some truth to it. It is a humbling reminder that even in ministry, people stumble.

I read another article by nihilistic novelist Jane Smiley. She reviews Schaeffer's book with cynical enthusiasm -- cynical because of her distrust of conservative Christianity and enthusiasm for Franky's boldness.

I am saddened because I have great respect for Dr. and Mrs. Schaeffer. Both of their writings have had an impact on my life and my thinking. While I wouldn't change my opinion of them, it does illustrate both the importance of family over ministry and the temptation for it be otherwise.


At the Altar

Sometimes I feel a bit like Abraham. The things nearest my heart are sitting on a hunk of rock and I'm standing, poised with my knife. I keep glancing over my shoulder, listening for a bleeting squeak.

"C'mon God, where's my lamb? I'm getting tired of waiting and holding this heavy knife."

My frightened heart is looking back up at me, crying, "No! Please, don't!"

So I stay standing, in anguish. Torn between holding on to what I want and following through with obedience.

I am at that altar every single day.