An open letter to Southern Baptists

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(Filed under déjà vu)

Dear fellow Baptists:

May of 2018, a sad month for Southern Baptists, was the date when it was discovered that Leighton Paige Patterson, celebrated architect of the Conservative Resurgence, had consistently undermined the Baptist witness on the issue of domestic abuse, the sexualization of minors, and the coverup of violent sexual assault. Southern Baptists are humiliated; the Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary is at its lowest point of enrollment and financial instability in 40 years; professors and staff have been left without retirement pay; seminary funds have gone missing; and, doubtless, lost people who could not get the message of Christ certainly troop into hell. In 2018, Patterson’s brand of misogyny could no longer be tolerated. His enablers were slowly peeling off.

How could Southern Baptists ever weather the ignominious sorrows of such a publicly disastrous pastoral and theological malpractice? Would they ever be able to lift their heads in public? Would anyone ever trust their churches again? Would the missionary impulse of Baptists be snuffed out like a candle before it could ever give light again to the darkness of the world?

Actually, as many will recognize, the event chronicled here was a disaster, but our Lord is a crowning fiesta of forgiveness. Many will trust that this tragedy anticipates the blessings of God on Southern Baptists in an unbelievable fashion. The greatest era of church growth and mission expansion, both in the United States and abroad, could very well followed on the heels of this sorrow.

Once again, a major Southern Baptist leader has caused shame and sorrow to the convention. Whether this is devastating to the Baptist witness or a stepping stone to unprecedented church and mission expansion depends solely upon us. How do we convert a personal and denominational tragedy into the blessing of our flawless God?

First, we do not hide our own sins but rather openly acknowledge what everyone already knows—that we are a flawed and sinful people rescued from our sins only by the blood-bought forgiveness of our living Lord. Not all preachers or sheep of the flock have counseled battered women so carelessly, but we openly acknowledge in our sorrow that we have rebelled against God’s plans and purposes in a myriad of ways. This honest admission not only makes it possible to announce the forgiveness of the cross available to all men but also enables us to extend our full forgiveness to our brother who has done this deed. While we acknowledge the plethora of accomplishments of his life and ministry, of which many were beneficiaries, forgiveness is what his soul now craves. And we must all say to Paige Patterson, “God has forgiven us all so much, while we cannot approve of what you have done any more than we can approve of our own rebellion against God, due to God’s grace, we can and must forgive you. Now it is time for you to exit the scene.”

Second, we must affirm that the success of the ministry does not depend on our cleverness, ability or righteousness. Rather, any good that any of us produces is a tribute to the righteousness of Christ and His grace. This understanding will prevent ministerial arrogance, taking credit for that which, properly understood, is only a garland to lay at the feet of Jesus.

Third, the experience of our brother should cause pastors/leaders to focus on the harsh reality that our foe—the devil—is unscrupulous and determined. As Paige Patterson says he tells his students, “The moment you commit your life to the ministry, Satan trains his crosshairs right on your heart. He knows that if his fatal, hollow-point bullet penetrates your heart, not only does he wound you, but he can count on doing irreparable harm to the whole body of Christ.” Therefore, this plea is for the pastor/leader to spend more time on his knees than in his books. Satan lurks in the shadows ready always for the lowering of the shield of faith when, in the spiritually unguarded moment, with the zing of his swift bow he sends a devastating arrow of sorrow into the heart of God’s man. This is a plea to congregations and constituencies to recognize the need for covering men of God with prayer. The Altar of Incense representing the intercession of the people of God was wafted into the Holy of Holies when the veil was opened—providing temporary covering for the priest as he entered to sprinkle the blood on the Mercy Seat. So must God’s people pray for the spokesmen God has given them.

Finally, here is a call to abandon all pettiness. The truth of the Gospel is the only hope of the nation and of the convention. As we approach the annual Southern Baptist Convention in Dallas, may we lay aside discussion of problems we cannot resolve as well as trivial selfish vanities and ambitions. Let us approach the throne of grace with personal and denominational humility. Gratitude to God is the order of the day. Who can tell but that God will honor this posture and again accomplish an astonishing work among Southern Baptists.

Until He comes,

The Baptist Blogger

The day the Anabaptists took over


A perverse, extreme, and apocalyptic sectarian ecclesiology has gripped the soul of the Southern Baptist Convention. It has done so by design, and the results are manifest on the campus of what used to be the “world’s largest seminary.”

Today, in Fort Worth, Southern Baptists and the watching world behold the necessary outworking of Paige and Dorothy Pattersons bizarre, eccentric theological programme for Anabaptist recovery. Students of history are not surprised. The fervor with which Pattersonian loyalists invite — dare we say demand — the sacrifice of Christian virtue on the altar of the Pattersons’ violent anthropology demands correction, both public and stern.  But are the seminary trustees discerning enough to assess what they have wrought, and are they courageous enough to stop it?

So take some time today, after your women and wives have purified themselves from their postlapsarian uncleanness, to read this little bit of history.