Makes Me Tipsy Just Thinking About It

Church sign spotted near my neighborhood:

Salvation is a helmet, not a nightcap.

Hmm. Sure it’s cute and all, but I’m not certain what to make of this one. But let’s have a thought experiment: if salvation were a cocktail before bedtime, what kind of cocktail would it be?


6 responses to “Makes Me Tipsy Just Thinking About It

  1. The Reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellarful of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two-hundred-proof grace–of bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the gospel–after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps–suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started…. Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale; neither goodness, nor badness, nor the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.

    Robert Capon

  2. Grasshopper (or any similar high-milk-content cocktail) for its soporific qualities.

    Psalm 127:2 “he giveth his beloved sleep”

    Matthew 11:28 “I will give you rest”

    Hebrews 4:11 “Let us labour … to enter into that rest”

    It is true rest knowing that our salvation is monergistically the Lord’s work, not our own.


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