Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress tree and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle tree.
— Isaiah 55:13a
CHATTANOOGA, Tenn., Sunday, Aug. 4, 2024 – Practitioners of Christianity are bedeviled by the “small-godder” problem of their own making. We worship a small God who cares for individual men and women and their salvation and not much else.
By David Tulis
Trinity Reformed church has today a first worship service in the grand space of another Christian body few in number and burdened with too much plant, eager to have the Communion of Reformed Evangelical Churches (CREC) mission church enjoy its space by rent.
Trinity is intending to solve the big godder-small godder question, the nonanswer to which has afflicted Hamilton County, debased worship and service of God, deconstructed Christendom, decohered social life and economy, degraded the ministry of civil government and dedivinized public discourse.
Civil authorities’ war against God and the people is highlighted by the Friday conviction in Hamilton County criminal court of “2A Ray,” the gun-collecting plumber held criminally liable for errors in government records and facing a 1,270-year prison sentence. District attorney Coty Wamp duped a jury — whose number included the wife of a reformed gospel minister — into convicting Ray Rzeplinski as a “felon in possession” of 56 firearms purchased with state background check and approval.
That Trinity Reformed enters into its new space at Tyner United Methodist church two days later is a sign, perhaps, of God’s turning from His sovereign grant of injustice in extremis, a clue as to the direction He’ll give to Christian rebuilding here and in other locales. Everything at worship at Trinity seems in antithesis to lawless violence occurring with 100 percent of local churches consenting.
Trinity has “covenant renewal” 10:45 a.m. Sunday on the campus of Tyner United Methodist Church in the sanctuary at 6805 Standifer Gap Road, Chattanooga, TN 37421.
In the posed group photo, you’ll see me in my bow tie, back center, my tears in recognition having dried from my face.
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