The Simple Life at Home

Well, with great sadness, I read tonight of the defrocking of a man who I have looked up to, Rev. R.C. Sproul, Jr. It happened some time ago, but I only learned of it this evening while googling some information on his father. I have a book by R.C., Jr. about covenantal homeschooling which I thoroughly enjoyed. And now to find that some very serious charges were leveled against him (which he admitted to), well, it's painful. I'm opting not to discuss those charges here. If you'd like to find out what I'm talking about, just google his name and you'll find it. But I'm tired of hearing about people whom I respect turning out to be so different from who I believe they are. Time and again we have seen prominent Christians brought down by sin. The Christian artist who has an affair. The preacher who is caught in sexual sin or financial malfeasance.

This doesn't just apply to people from afar. Unfortunately, our own church has been rocked by people not being who they appear to be. The choir director and the elder who have had affairs. The youth pastor with the porn addiction. The music director with the face and talent of an angel and the spirit of a serpent.

I know that, if held up for public scrutiny, I probably wouldn't pass anyone's muster for what a godly woman should be. Please don't take this as some kind of "I'm holier than you" post. I have many, many failings. I have a horrible temper. I fail to pray and read my Bible more often than not. I'm gluttonous. I tend toward laziness. I don't have enough passion for the lost. These are all things that grieve my heart. And yet, somehow I expect more of others.

Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I need to focus more on the log in my own eye than the speck in someone else's. Still it hurts. It hurts to be so disappointed. I guess the lesson to learn is that it is only in Christ that we have our hope. He is the only one that will never fail us, that will never give us reason to be disappointed. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Truly.