Is “Good Dentist” An Oxymoron?

I hate the dentist.  My teeth have always been ganked up.  When I went in for braces to the tooth-manipulator (orthodontists and dentists are equally disturbing) as a bonus gave me a palate splitter (it’s as bad as it sounds) and a herbst device (spelling?).  I’ve always had lots of cavities.  When you look at an x-ray of my teeth I am like Darth Vader, more artificial than natural.  I haven’t been to the dentist since I’ve been in Tulsa; I know – I’m bad.  Why did I finally go?  Bethany.  When would I have gone on my own?  When the pain of the tooth outweighed the fear of the dentist. 

God is a dentist, a surgeon.  He will not relent till we are whole.  Our suffering is one of His scalpels.  C.S. Lewis stated it this way:

The more that we believe that God hurts only to heal, the less we can believe that there is any use in begging for tenderness. A cruel man might be bribed – might grow tired of his vile sport – might have a temporary fit of mercy, as alcoholics have fits of sobriety.  But suppose that what you are up against is a surgeon whose intentions are wholly good.  The kinder and more conscientious he is, the more inexorably he will go on cutting.  If he yielded to your entreaties, if he stopped before the operation was complete, all the pain up to that point would have been useless.  But is it credible that such torture should be necessary for us?  Well, take your choice.  The tortures occur. If they are unnecessary, then there is no God or a bad one. If there is a good God, then these tortures are necessary.  For no even moderately good Being could possibly inflict or permit them if they weren’t.

So why run toward a God who is so intolerable of the ugliness within me that secretly I wish to keep intact?  My fear of God is mingled with pure and sinful motivations, it is not all holy.  Lewis went on to write, “What do people mean when they say, ‘I am not afraid of God because He is good’?  Have they never been to a dentist?”  If I only run to him when the pain is intolerable is this God glorifying?

But what if along with the pain of the tooth I saw the excellency of the dentist?  Such was the case upon this visit.  He seems to be a good Christian man.  Small talk was avoided and we went straight to religion, church, etc.   I like the man, thank you Dawn for introducing us.  God glorifying repentance is not had simply when we hate our sin, but when we behold the glory of our God and bid Him have His way with us.  The suffering of the cross is real, but those who are Christ’s have counted the cost; and because we have tasted of His beauty we cry out like Hudson Taylor, “I never made a sacrifice”.  I embrace the pain because of the gain.

Duty an improper motivation some or all of the time?

Why is it ok for men within some professions (i.e. law enforcement, paramedic, soldier) to upon receiving thanks reply, “Its nothing, just doing my duty”, or “just doing my job”, but not honorable for persons within some professions (i.e. pastors, counselors)?

Sin Redressed

Just when you think you conquered your lust, it puts on a new dress and temptation begins all over again.  I know I don’t need it, but self sure tells me I do; and so I must again preach to self the sufficiency of Christ.  Also I tell myself that the little shuffle is sufficing just fine.

Never allow yourself to think you have completly won the battle with a certain temptation.  If it has been a “long time” since, do not become proud and self-reliant but offer up prayers of thankgiving and petitions for future grace to say no to redressed sin.

Heroes Have Faults

I am very big on having spiritual heroes.  Some of mine are alive; e.g. John Piper, D.A. Carson, C.J. Mahaney, and R.C. Sproul.  Many are dead; e.g. Jonathan Edwards, John Owen, D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones, and John G. Paton.  I think you should have both kinds.  A.W. Tozer is amongst the dead ones.  The largest part of his ministry was spent pastoring the Southside Alliance Church in Chicago.  We will be reading his classic work “The Knowledge of the Holy” this year in the Non-Raking Book Club.  This was the first Tozer book I had ever read and I was instantly a fan after reading lines like these:

What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.

If we insist upon trying to imagine Him, we end up with an idol, made not with hands but with thoughts; and an idol of the mind is as offensive to God as an idol of the hand.

The simplicity, reverence, and humility with which Tozer passionately deals with God’s attributes is admirable.  Part of my passion to make sure all of my sermons and ministry give a glimpse of God stems from this book.  So I was giddy to find out that a Tozer biography had been produced and quickly added it to my wish list.  I have not read Lyle Dorsett’s “A Passion for God” yet but have read a couple of reviews.  The reviews focus in on Tozer’s failure to let his love for God spill over into his love for his family.  It appears that in his pursuit of God he neglected his family.  (If God is properly pursued it should lead to deeper love for family, seeking to lead them to the God you love and deeper fellowship together in Christ.)

Tozer had faults.  I have faults.  Be gracious to your leaders.  We mess up.  The gracious thing is not to pass over my sins, but to lovingly, humbly, and prayerfully come to me.  I want to know my faults and sins.  I don’t want to know your personal opinions or complaints.  But please if you see any ways that my life is inconsistent or mars the gospel, rebuke me.  This would be the most loving thing you could do for me, and I pray that i will have the grace and wisdom to thank you for it.

HT: Between Two Worlds & Challies

Hymns I’m Angry I Didn’t Learn as a Child (5)

This one may be coming soon to an Overflow service near you!

Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy by Joseph Hart

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.

Chorus
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
O there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.

Chorus

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.

Chorus

View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies.
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Chorus

Lo! th’ incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.

Chorus

Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.

Chorus

Hymns I’m Angry I Didn’t Learn As a Child (4)

One Day by J. Wilbur Chapman

One day when Heaven was filled with His praises,
One day when sin was as black as could be,
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin,
Dwelt among men, my Example is He!

Chorus:
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever;
One day He’s coming-O glorious day!

One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!

Chorus

One day they left Him alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down o’er His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Savior is He!

Chorus

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
Then He arose, over death He had conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!

Chorus

One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glories will shine;
Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing;
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!

Chorus

Hymns I’m Angry I Didn’t Learn as a Child (3)

A Mighty Fortress is Our God
By Martin Luther

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Hymns I’m Angry I Didn’t Learn As a Child (2)

God Moves in a Mysterious Way
By William Cowper

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.