A Strange Lack of Boldness…

That title is from this Mark Steyn article.

It would be heartening if more presidential candidates understood the urgency. But there is a strange lack of boldness in most of their proposals. They, too, seem victims of that 1950 moment, and assumptions of its permanence.

It is kind of funny – I’m constitutionally conservative. I’m a numbers guy after all. But the one thing that finance does teach you if you are paying attention is that you don’t get a return without a risk. The bigger the risk usually the higher the potential return, but also the likelihood for losing all goes way up. What people forget is that taking no risk is just death by a thousand cuts of inflation and obsolescence. We looked earlier this week at the parables of the talents. The one thing in those parables that gets punished is putting the talent in the ground or putting the mina in a cloth. Risk is part of the Kingdom of Heaven. (Although nobody in those parables ever loses, an interesting fact.) But why it is funny is that this in the bone conservative (like Mark Steyn) thinks this is a time that requires some bold action.

The Church at Sardis

I’m not talking about and I want to get out of the political sphere. That will be what it will be. And I’m not really talking this congregation. I think we are running a few good risks already. We are trying to live the vision statement and be actively engaged. I’m talking about the larger church. The two answers that I have consistently heard from current leadership are: a) what we have is good, its the best we can do and we should like it and b) all we really need to do is go back to {Walther, the 16th century boys, the church fathers} and do exactly what they did. Neither of those recognize the situation (Rev 3:1-2). At least the second starts with good advice if it is way to simplistic. What scares me the most about both those situations is that strange lack of boldness and the fact that the clock is running out. That church in Sardis is far more fragile, too comfortable in its assumptions of permanence, for reality.

Each generation lives the faith. Some add something. Others are strangely silent. What I wouldn’t want to be is the one on whom it started to look like the picture somewhere nearby.