Perhaps I was six, I can’t remember.
I was staying with my aunt Brenda. Like most human children I was inclined to rapidly burn calories and soon require nourishment. Upon questioning me regarding my need to consume sustenance they discovered that I liked pizza.
“Do you know what kind of pizza you like?”
“Yes!”
And so we ventured to the hut of pizza.
A menu was then set before me, beverages were served, the order was soon to be taken:
“So what kind of pizza do you like?”
“The kind my daddy eats!”
“What kind is that?”
“I don’t know.”
And so began a series of pointing to pictures and explaining various toppings. I then discovered that it was hamburger pizza which I and my daddy enjoyed (I have since come to find that pepperoni is far superior to all varieties of pizza).
The Judaiziers were all about being “Jewy”. They didn’t want to part with the law and be like gentile sinners (2:15, 17). But in trying to be so “Jewy” they became less so. Their daddy came to God simply on faith. The law came after and was an addendum to Abraham. Faith preceded law. This has always been the gospel.
Ours is a vintage faith. The faith of our fathers. It is an old faith. It has not changed. It’s what our Father likes. And we like it too.
I left hamburger to discover other pizzas. They were much more delicious. I have found nothing sweeter than this ancient faith. New is not always better.
No Other Boast 
pizza’s better .
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My friend, you are correct. Pepperoni pizza rules all. Hamburger pizza is a sure way to induce the dry heaves.
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Vintage is a cool word.Although often over-used, like “real” and “authentic” when describing churches, people, or whatever, “vintage” is a perfect way to describe our faith.Yet another great blog, J-man. How do you do it?
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