Mark Driscoll and the North Pond Hermit

While I was away I didn’t pay much attention to the world of Churchianity. I ignored the TV Preachers. I didn’t pay attention to the various cults that we’ve highlighted here. Basically I did what I said I was going to do. I took a break, worked on syndicating my sports and other radio shows and spent time freelance sports writing.

It was important for me to do this. I needed it and now that I’m refreshed and mostly refocused I’m ready to get back after it.

One thing I did follow was the Mark Driscoll Mars Hill saga. Mainly I followed it through Michael’s blog the Phoenix Preacher. If you’ve never been to his site I suggest you do.

Anyhow, what a mess of a situation they have on their hands. They being the Board of Elders or as they call themselves The Mars Hill Church Board of Advisors and Accountability. I think they should call it the Thrown under the Bus Club because there have been plenty of Elders over the years who have found themselves right underneath the bus.

If you would like to read further you can visit here and I’m sure if you use Google you will find plenty more.

I can’t help thinking about all the people claiming to have been abused by some within that ministry. The Good Book instructs us to feed his sheep not to eat them alive.

I also can’t help but wonder if Driscoll showed the community Jesus. I know he talked about Jesus a LOT but did he show them Jesus? Doesn’t look like it as far as I can tell.

At the end of the day, regardless of how many public relations firms are hired, how many excuses are made or even how this all plays out Mark Driscoll knows what he did and what he didn’t do. More importantly so does the God he claims to serve.

Let’s hope Driscoll does what he’s supposed to do before God decides to makes him do it.

Did any of you catch the story of “The North Pond Hermit”? It’s an incredible tale and something I thought about doing years ago. Not because I was angry or disillusioned or for any other reason but to simply disappear.

Christopher Knight lasted 27 years out in the wilds of Maine by his own choice. He only spoke to one living soul during that entire time and all he said to that person was “hi”.

No heat no light no motor cars and not a single luxury. Plus the guy claims he never once was ill. He says you need other humans for that.

Oh the places I could go with this.

I enjoyed this bit in the article;

 One book Chris never stole was the Bible. “I can’t claim a belief system,” he said. He celebrated no holidays. He meditated now and then but did not pray. With one exception. When the worst of a Maine winter struck, all rules were suspended. “Once you get below negative twenty, you purposely don’t think,” he told me. His eyes went wide and fearful from the memory. “That’s when you do have religion. You do pray. You pray for warmth.”

It’s always that way isn’t it? Only praying when something bad happens or when we want something. Chris Knight gets a pass but The Good Book says we believers are to “pray without ceasing”.

I’m certainly not there yet.

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