From The Shallows of Youth
Ministry to the Depths of Despair, and Back to the Grace of God.
By Daniel Shultz
The Sad truth about the state of most American Churches grows
out of a desire to reach people for Christ. Unfortunately because of a
distorted view of Biblical evangelism many churches have abandoned the truth of
the Gospel for self help mantras and a Gospel lite that emphasizes love without
ever mentioning sin or man’s total depravity or need for regeneration, or even
the Imputed Righteousness of Christ, nowhere is this as heinous or as
destructive as within the modern youth group.
Like so many stories mine starts out in a Christian home, but
unlike so many mine doesn’t go south from there, at least not at first. I grew
up going to a Christian private school, one run by my Southern Baptist church.
I grew up hearing bible stories and learning within a viewpoint that God was
real, composed of three persons, The Father, Son and the Holy Spirit and Also
that Jesus had come to earth and had died for my sins.
I was a believer from an early age, so early in fact that I
remember my conversion only in light of where I was when it happened and not what
age I was. But like so many in Evangelicalism I believed my conversion hinged
upon the fact that I had “accepted Jesus as my Savior invited him into my heart
and made him the Lord of my life.” Over the years I must have repeated this
prayer at least 5 times hoping that at some point it would stick and I would
stop being such a bad boy, that at some point I might really mean what I said
and I would stop sinning.
As time passed I stopped praying this conversion prayer but the
belief that I might not truly be saved lingered in my mind. In middle school I
was put into extra Bible classes as elective courses, one of the classes was
based around Blackaby’s Experiencing God; the other class was titled “Practical
Christianity”. In both of these classes I was made to feel as if I was missing
out on some important part of being a Christian. Others in the class felt God
talking to them, or had some sort of religious experience while in nature and I
had none of these experiences, instead I merely believed that Jesus had died
for my sins. I kept my feelings inside except once when I said that I had never
had a profound experience in nature and found being outside and inside of a
building to be very similar in feeling. I remember other students being
offended by my feelings that nature wasn’t somehow able to make me feel closer
to God.
While my school taught me this, the church did very little to
teach me anything substantial about the bible, looking back at my middle school
youth group I only remember the games we played, who could put on and take off
an XL shirt the quickest, who could guide their blindfolded friend to some goal
while holding an egg in a spoon, whose group could answer the most pop culture
trivia questions.
These entertaining
activities are the only things I remember from the youth ministry of my Middle
School years.
By the time I started attending a public high school, I was
biblically illiterate, I knew that I was suppose to hold conservative Christian
beliefs, but what exactly those beliefs were eluded me. The messages of the
High School youth services tended to be on a small handful of topics: sex and
why we shouldn’t do it, How God loves us and how we should Love others, and of
course the ever present commit yourself to Christ and experience his abundant
life.
As High School went on I became more and more biblical
illiterate, I had no idea why I believed the things I did. I knew people who
didn’t “accept Christ as their personal Lord and Savior” Went to hell because
they hadn’t made this choice, but exactly what the bible said on sin, grace,
and forgiveness was foreign to me. When Mormons told me they were Christians
too I had no rebuttal to give, and conceded to keeping my mouth shut.
One conversation I had with a teacher at my high school sticks
in my mind. This particular teacher had professed Christianity, and later when
I become her student aide we discussed many things. Over the course of time she
told me that she didn’t believe in the trinity, especially she didn’t believe
that Jesus was God. She believed only that he was the Son of God. Instead of
pointing to the scriptures and showing her where Jesus had claimed to be God, I
made some silly attempts to explain it to her, I talked about an egg and water.
(I realize many years later that my water explanation seems awfully close to
modalism.) I remembered about some part of the bible talking about how Jesus was
the Word and he was God, but since I rarely if ever actually read the bible I
had no idea where in the bible it was located.
Eventually my high school years ended and I went out into the
world, I was professing Christianity but didn’t have any real knowledge of what
it was. After an unproductive semester of community college I joined the U.S.
Navy Reserve and was shipped off to Great Lakes, Illinois for recruit training.
While in boot camp I clumsily ministered to a fellow recruit walking him
through a conversion prayer, and leaving him on his own.
Once out of boot camp I found myself alone without close friends
or family. Throughout the remaining 7 months of my initial training to become a
Hospital Corpsman (Fleet Marine Force) I went to church and read my bible a
grand total of zero times. I became depressed and fell deeper into sin than I
ever had before, I lied, blasphemed, began to swear more than ever, broke the
rules of the command and worse broke many of God’s laws.
I was falling deep into depression, the sins I was committing
came so easily to me that I couldn’t understand how a Christian could do these
things. Was I truly saved? Where was God, where was all the love and joy
pastors had promised me he would give me. Where were my blessings? All I saw
around me was pain and despair. I fell further away from God and into a deep
despair.
A faithful Christian Brother was in my unit during Field Medical
Training in Camp Pendleton, California. But I like all the rest of the unit
found him weird and awkward, he was always going to church or reading his
bible, and I wanted to have fun. Once he asked me why I sided with my Mormon
roommate and a Catholic in a religious discussion instead of him. Another time
I asked him if he thought I was a good person, I myself believing that
professing Christianity made me a good person. He faithfully and truthfully
told me I was not a good person. I swore at him and berated him for his
hypocrisy and intolerance. Now I thank God for him.
I returned to my home after training and remained in my despair.
I was excited to go to church again, I felt that going to church would cure me
of my despair and make me happy again.
Around
this time the youth minister had been promoted to an associate teaching pastor
and was now preaching at the main church services while the church fazed out the
old preacher, leaving the church with two main Pastors and the old pastor who
preached from time to time. I went nearly every Sunday but found that I could
not pay attention to the sermons. They bored me, all I heard was stories about
the pastor’s lives and jokes about pop culture, and there was no real depth to
their message.
It was during this time that my family experienced a tragic
situation. This circumstance although sad was to turn out for the good. I began
to really see that something was different in my family after that point, my
father questioned a lot of choices that the church had made over the years, and
he began to read online about other Churches that had done similar things, he
began to watch sermons frequently online, and I began to do the same.
At
some point my father found Chris Roseborough’s Pirate Christian Radio. I began
to listen to Fighting for the Faith, I heard Chris talk about Law and Gospel,
repentance and the forgiveness of sins. I heard him talk about sound Biblical
hermeneutics and exegesis.
Throughout
all my despair and doubt the one thing I had needed was the one thing that the
church hadn’t been providing. The Gospel. I needed the Gospel. I, a Christian, needed the Gospel. I needed to hear that Christ had died for my sins. I needed to
hear it regularly to show me how I had been saved from all my sins past present
and future. Because of the lack of the Gospel I had been blind to its true joy.
My Christian parents (Whom I thank God for) had told me the true Gospel, as had
the occasional bible teacher, but the culture of the church I had attended had
blinded me to the joy that comes through the continued proclamation of Christ.
Now that I had been treated like an adult, and been told blatantly
what the truth actually was, I understood it fully for the first time. I felt
joy, great joy, no longer did I despair over my sin. Instead I knew that Christ
had died for me personally and His righteousness had been imputed to me.
I
finally left that church after the former youth pastor preached a sermon about
Lectio Divina in the main church service.
This whole story will be fleshed out even more as I continue to
discuss the results of the Gospel less message that my former church taught,
and sadly is still teaching. It is my hope that my old Church will change for
the good of those they claim to care about.
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