1 Timothy and the misdirected conscience of the West

I’m preaching a series on 1 Timothy (yesterday was 1:12-20), and it’s started me thinking about the whole concept of conscience, and how so many in the American church abuse it. Literally the word means “to know together with,” and it refers to the things we know together with God about the way the world is supposed to be and the way we’re supposed to live; it’s the awareness God has placed within us of his character and will. We might almost call it a sixth sense, as it gives us the ability to perceive reality in its moral aspect. The problem is, it’s only valuable as far as it accurately reports reality—in this case, moral reality, what is right and wrong in the eyes of God—but that’s not how we want to use the idea of conscience; rather than recognizing it as something objective relating to real right and wrong and actual guilt, we want to take conscience as subjective, reflecting how we feel about something, whether we feel we’ve done right or not. We strive to unhook our conscience from God’s character and will, so that far from challenging our own preferred standards of right and wrong, our sense of conscience merely reflects them.

As I was thinking last week about why this is, and reflecting on Paul’s paean to the mercy of God, it hit me that at some level, we don’t want the conscience God gave us because we really don’t want what God is offering—we don’t want his solution, and we don’t even want to believe what he’s telling us about the problem. The word of God tells us we are sinners, rotten at the core, who need to accept his mercy, to be saved by his grace, through none of our own doing and none of our own merit, and we just don’t want to hear that. We want to believe we’re basically OK—and if we run up against something we can’t get around, that everyone agrees is bad behavior, we want to redefine it as a disease; that way, we’re not bad, we’re just sick.

When the Bible tells us that we do bad things just because we like to do bad things, and that the purpose of our conscience is to convict us of our sin, not to justify our behavior, we resist. As much as we call the gospel good news, it often doesn’t come to us as good news. We don’t consider it good news that we’re sinners saved—despite the fact that we do not and will not ever deserve it—solely by the loving grace of God through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. That kind of thinking is for losers, and we all want to think we’re winners, if there’s any way we possibly can; we want to believe that God saved us because we’re such all-fired wonderful people that we just had it coming. And the truth is, we aren’t, and we didn’t. The truth is, Christianity is for losers—and that means us. Even the best of us.

That’s one reason 1 Timothy is so important for us. Paul was far more of a winner than most of us could ever hope to be, a man who would tower over the church of our day just as much as he did in his own time, and yet he gave all the credit for all his success to the power of God; for himself, he said this: “It is a true statement and worthy of acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the foremost.” He understood what folks like the Covenant Network don’t, or at least don’t seem to (any more than bad drivers in Dallas), that the good news of the gospel has nothing to do with lessening our sin and our guilt. Instead, it has everything to do with the marvelous, infinite, matchless grace of God, this spectacular gift we have been given, which overwhelms our sin and guilt, washing it all away through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and the power of his Holy Spirit. The good news of the gospel is that yes, we are sinners, yes, there really is a problem with us, and that God has fixed that problem, because Christ Jesus came into this world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost.

Song of the Week

Another long-time favorite of mine is Randy Stonehill; I still remember getting the chance to meet him and talk with him a bit in college (our Dean of the Chapel was an old friend of his, and he came out to do a chapel service and concert; I was on the setup/tear-down crew). I’ve been thinking about this song of his in particular for quite some time now, because it so powerfully expresses what I want my life to be, and in the midst of everything else, I’ve been hanging on to that for all I’m worth.

Every Heartbeat Is a PrayerMighty Father of creation, You who stand outside of time,
To Your beauty, no other can compare.
While I still cast a shadow in these precious days of grace,
Your countless tender mercies I’ll declare.
Perhaps it is the wisdom only weariness can bring,
But I’ve come to distinguish what is real from what it seems;
I’ve danced just like a dervish to the symphony of liars,
But Your voice of love rose above that desolation choir,
Desolation choir . . .Won’t You take me as Your child of light—
Break me if You must, I won’t despair—
‘Til every breath I breathe is a song of praise,
Every heartbeat is a prayer;
‘Til every breath I breathe is a song of praise,
Every heartbeat is a prayer.
Oh, speak to me in the silence; come to me in my dreams;
Call me through the clutter of these days.
If I should turn to blindness, oh, let the church bells ring—
Pull me back before I fall away.
For I have stumbled down many a dark and crooked mile
Where seduction and destruction have dogged me all the while,
And the very things that I’ve embraced to medicate my pain
Turned out to be imposters and poison in my veins;
They were poison in my veins . . .ChorusFrom the day we are born to the day they close our eyes,
We are aching for belonging . . .ChorusWords and music: Randy Stonehill
© 1998 Stonehillian Music
From the album
thirst, by Randy Stonehill

Song of the Week

I remember this song from Sheila Walsh’s heyday back in the ’80s, but I’ve never been able to find a copy of it; I’m glad to have Phil Keaggy’s version, but I don’t like his musical interpretation as well. It may be more fitting, though, as it’s certainly more mournful; and though he didn’t write this, it attests to his eye for a good lyric. He is and always has been a lot more than just a brilliant guitarist, after all. Anyway, I’ve liked this song for a long time—especially in my more cynical moods, or on days when loving the church is hard.

Jesus Loves the Church

You say that you believe in us—at times, I wonder why;
You say you see the Father in our eyes.
But I think if I were you, Lord, I’d wash my hands today,
And turn my back on all our alibis.

Chorus:
For we crucify each other, leaving a battered, wounded bride—
But Jesus loves the church;
So we’ll walk the aisle of history, toward the marriage feast,
For Jesus loves the church.

We fight like selfish children vying for that special prize;
We struggle with our gifts before your face.
And I know you look with sorrow at the blindness in our eyes
As we trip each other halfway through the race.

Chorus

I want to learn to love like you; I don’t know where to start.
I want to see them all but through your eyes.
For you believed enough to live amidst the madding crowd,
Enough to die before our very eyes.

Chorus

And as you hung in naked grief, bleeding for our crimes,
You saw our fickle hearts and cried,
“I love you—you are mine.”

Words: Sheila Walsh; music: Phil Keaggy
© 1989 Word Music/Sebastian Music
From the album
philkeaggy, by Phil Keaggy

Update, 10/23/15:  Here’s Sheila Walsh’s version.  🙂