Passing-Thought

Prolegomena?

The present Hermeneutics World War has made proof texts the battleground for opposing dogmatic armies. What do we do when our national battle cry “Sola Scriptura” is heard from the lips of another nation attempting to capture the same territory on the same basis that it first belonged to them? Some in the confusion have decided to raise their voice over the rest; others have changed their battle cry to “Sola Prolegomena”. However, I suggest something remarkably foolish. What if, instead of waiting for the pearly whites of our enemies, we let our eyes rest Sabbath-like upon the ground on which we stand? Then, remembering our famished estate, pluck heads of grain from our neighbor’s field, make ourselves to sit upon the green grass, and taste once again the land flowing with milk and honey. You might think this a sure way to get oneself captured and thrown into prison! And so it shall come to pass as you meditate upon these things alone in your closet that you shall remember it was through a prison that the whole world was captured (Acts 28:28-31). Then the world shall hear a strange sound from your cell, when our battle cry has become a hymn of praise to God for his unsearchable works of incomprehensible wisdom and majesty.