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Coming Out Of The... Freezer

  • Jeff Lyle blogspot for Jeff Lyle of TransformingTruth
  • 2015 Feb 25

Chris was a tall, handsome, incredibly intelligent young man. He had come to Christ in 1995 and we became good friends in those early days of our faith-journey. Eventually, we rented an apartment and spent much of our free time dissecting the Scriptures and ministering at our church side by side. When Amy and I married in 1997, Chris stood near me as one of my groomsman. Several years later he moved to Colorado, married and is now, of all things, an Episcopal priest and theological blogger. Chris has one of the greatest intellects of any Christian I’ve ever met and I’d be reluctant to get into any form of deep debate with the fellow. He is brilliant and I wish we lived closer to each other because I always came away from our time together as a better man than I was before we got together. There is something I have against the man, however. He left me hungry one day, standing before the freezer in our apartment, incapable of making a wise decision about what I would eat for supper. I’m unsure that I’ll ever forget what I saw staring back at me that day when I came home late needing a meal. Chris had done the grocery shopping that week and had purchased a package from the store which said only “MEAT PATTIES”. This vague, uncommitted label told me something about its contents…but not nearly enough to motivate me to actually take a bite.

Meat patties. Was it beef? We do not know to this day. Might it have been some form of breaded poultry? The greatest minds of our generation shrug their shoulders and walk away with no answer. Meat patties…badger meat? Raccoon? Fresh water otter or salt water crocodile? I cannot give you an answer. Meat…patties…a patty of meat, that’s the full extent of what I was being told. All I knew is that there was some processed form of creature that was once alive but was now dead, existing only as a package of meat circles in my freezer. I had encountered a lack of specific information. I think I made a PB&J sandwich and went to bed bewildered at how such a rational man like Chris could ever succumb to such a non-committal offer of nourishment.Meat patties. No thank you.

Sometimes we need a clarifying of the facts before we sink our teeth into something. Don’t you desire to know as much information as possible when you are being asked to commit? We do research on automobiles before we buy one because we need to know everything we can about this high-dollar commitment. When we are considering a spouse, if we are wise, we spend many months or years getting to know the one to whom we will commit our lives. The 2016 presidential election cycle will begin it’s process later this year when candidates formally enter the race and start revealing their campaign platforms. Most of them will leave us feeling as if we are not quite being granted full disclosure of who they are and what they specifically intend to do if elected. I have already ordered a full pallet of Mylanta because I know how nauseous their non-answers and empty rhetoric will make me. People today seem more unwilling than ever just to tell you what they think, what they believe and what they intend to do. We are a culture of people who are fearful of getting specific.

What about the arena of spiritual leadership – don’t you want spiritual leaders to come out of the freezer and reveal what kind of meat they’re made of? Noncommittal pulpit-leasers who feel called of God to be buddies with everybody end up cloaking the true Gospel of Jesus Christ so that they won’t hazard their appeal to the masses. I can fully respect preachers who goes full disclosure with what they believe, even if I think they might be off-base or misinformed. I appreciate the fact that those preachers will lay it out there for the people to consider and decide – not for them to guess about what the preacher is actually saying. As for those Ministerial Meat Patties who refuse to tell you what the main ingredient of eternity happens to be…they belong in the back of the icebox with all the other freezer-burned items.

Christians, please remember that we are called to be salt and light. We are not paprika or sugar or cinnamon or Season-All. We are salt – unimpressive but necessary in our generation. Christ called us lights of the world…he never mentioned neon or strobe or that crazy blue light that whitens teeth. We are gospel-bearers and glory-reflectors. We shine with a borrowed light and I’m afraid that too many with prominent places in the visible American church are embarassed of the glare which comes from the true Gospel. Stop wrapping up your light with layers of ambiguity to make it appealingly dim and convenient to behold. Stop diluting your message to the point where you are now a low-sodium saint. We owe a debt of honesty and forthrightness about our King and let’s leave the response of those who hear to the Sovereign God over all. Stop being vague about what you believe. Stop aiming for blandness. Resist the urge to live in a package that only hints at what you are made of. Meat patties? C’mon. Let the world know what’s going on inside of you. You were packaged to leave no doubts about the One to whom you belong. Time to come out of the freezer.