In mid-June of this year, I reached a critical point as I tried to process the veritable sea of deceit in which we daily walk. It seemed that anything and everything aside from God’s written word in its original language was corrupted to one degree or another.
Having grown up in the sixties and seventies, I lived most of my life (non-believer for about 2/3rds of my life, the last third as a believer) thinking that everything was hunky dory (just fine). Career, recreation, entertainment, and living the normal American life were things to be engaged in without critical thought or reflection. I did have a few concerns about things I saw when I reentered civilian life after twenty years in the military, but wrote them off as just the normal changes that take place in a culture over time.
Upon my conversion in 2001, I entered the “church” system and after some years of attending various churches my family and I became members of the PCA. This situation seemed to meet our needs in terms of coping with our culture and understanding why things are the way they are.