Moira Greyland — She Gets It

Given that she experienced the cutting edge of the telos of the sexual revolution, I’d say she’s on the money. This is priceless.

My observation of my father and mother’s actual belief is this: since everyone is naturally gay, it is the straight establishment that makes everyone hung up and therefore limited.  Sex early will make people willing to have sex with everyone, which will bring about the utopia while eliminating homophobia and helping people become “who they really are.” It will also destroy the hated nuclear family with its paternalism, sexism, ageism (yes, for pedophiles, that is a thing) and all other “isms.”  If enough children are sexualized young enough, gayness will suddenly be “normal” and accepted by everyone, and the old fashioned notions about fidelity will vanish.  As sex is integrated as a natural part of every single relationship, the barriers between people will vanish, and the utopia will appear, as “straight culture” goes the way of the dinosaur.  As my mother used to say: “Children are brainwashed into believing they don’t want sex.”

I know, I know.  The stupidity of that particular thesis is boundless, and the actual consequence is forty-year-olds in therapy for sexual abuse, many, many suicides, and ruined lives for just about EVERYONE.  But someone needed to say it.  Will anyone hear it?  There were six Johnny Does at my father’s trial, who would not testify, and two victims, who did.  One of the victims I am in touch with.  He was silenced so fiercely by fans of my mother years ago that he is not able to talk about it to this day.  I don’t know the fate of all the Johnny Does, but I do know one of them is dead in his forties from an eating disorder, never having been able to talk about what happened, and I know at least one of the people on the list of 22 names I gave the cops as a potential abuse victim died from suicide last year.  I also know a number of victims of my father who would not testify because they love him.  As a personal note, I can understand why: of my parents, he was by far the kinder one.  After all, he was only a serial rapist.  My mother was an icy, violent monster whose voice twisted up my stomach.

A very brief note on my “stepmother:” she now denies ever having been gay, after 22 years with my mother, and she has married a man.  So what was was she “born”?  Was she born gay, and is now living in “denial” of her “true nature” as the gays would have it, or was she besotted in a childish way with my mother, who did what celebrities do, and took advantage of her innocence and emotional infantility?  She was 26 when she got involved with my mother, and told me later she felt she had been “molested” by my mother.  I can’t use that word for her: she was 26.  But she DID call my mother “mommy” and most of the emotional content of their relationship was an attempt to prove that she was a “better daughter” than I was: a competition that for me, was over before it began.  I am my mother’s daughter.  It is a biological reality.  Giving my mother orgasms does not make my stepmother a better daughter, simply a fool.  And as it can be noted now, she MUST be the “better daughter” because I blew the whistle.  I don’t speak to her.

This March I met Katy Faust online: one of the six children of gays who filed an amicus brief with the Supreme Court opposing gay marriage. We corresponded, and I left CA. I am still reeling from the death of my last bits of denial. It IS the homosexuality that is the problem. It IS the belief that all sex all the time will somehow cure problems instead of creating them that is the problem.

So I have begun to speak out against gay marriage, and in doing so, I have alienated most of even my strongest supporters. After all, they need to see my parents as wacky sex criminals, not as homosexuals following their deeply held ethical positions and trying to create a utopia according to a rather silly fantasy. They do not have the willingness to accept the possibility that homosexuality might actually have the result of destroying children and even destroying the adults who insist on remaining in its thrall.

Now for all well-meaning people who believe I am extrapolating from my experience to the wider gay community, I would like to explain why I believe this is so: From my experience in the gay community, the values in that community are very different: the assumption is that EVERYONE is gay and closeted, and early sexual experience will prevent gay children from being closeted, and that will make everyone happy.

If you doubt me, research “age of consent” “Twinks,” “ageism” and the writings of the NUMEROUS authors on the Left who believe that early sexuality is somehow “beneficial” for children.

Due to my long experience with the BSDM community (bondage/discipline, Sado-Masochism) it is my belief that homosexuality is a matter of IMPRINTING, in the same way that BDSM fantasies are.  To the BDSM’er, continued practice of the fantasy is sexually exciting.  To the gay person, naturally, the same.  However, from what I have seen, neither one creates healing.  My mother became a lesbian because she was raped by her father.  My father was molested by a priest–and regarded it as being the only love he had ever experienced.  There are a vanishingly few people who are exclusively gay, but far more who have relationships with people of BOTH genders, as my parents and other relatives did.

What sets gay culture apart from straight culture is the belief that early sex is good and beneficial, and the sure knowledge (don’t think for a second that they DON’T know) that the only way to produce another homosexual is to provide a boy with sexual experiences BEFORE he can be “ruined” by attraction to a girl.

If you’re OK with that, and you might not be, it is worth your consideration.  If you think I am wrong, that is your privilege, but watch out for the VAST number of stories of sexual abuse AND transgenderism that will come about from these gay “marriages.”  Already the statistics for sexual abuse of children of gays are astronomically high compared to that suffered by the children of straights.

Naturally my perspective is very uncomfortable to the liberal people I was raised with: I am “allowed” to be a victim of molestation by both parents, and “allowed” to be a victim of rather hideous violence. I am, incredibly, NOT ALLOWED to blame their homosexuality for their absolute willingness to accept all sex at all times between all people.

But that is not going to slow me down one bit. I am going to keep right on speaking out. I have been silent for entirely too long. Gay “marriage” is nothing but a way to make children over in the image of their “parents” and in ten to thirty years, the survivors will speak out.

In the meantime, I will.

We’ve got your back over here, Moira.

Louisville Ironman Bike Course — Take 1

Because I needed a long workout, and because I wanted to gain some familiarity with the Louisville Ironman bike course–given that I plan on riding it for real in October–I decided I would ride it a couple times this summer.

Yesterday was Take 1.

MrsLarijani was riding SAG, and this would prove critical. But more later.

Here is the route.

As far as century rides go, the route is very straightforward, especially compared to the Kentucky Century Challenge rides (Redbud, Horsey Hundred, Preservation Pedal, and Hub City tour).

In terms of hill profile, it looks tough: not a lot of really nasty climbs–although there ARE some humdingers–but about 70 miles of what appear to be non-stop rollers. On a hot day, as well as a day where you have completed a 2.4 mile swim and have a full marathon (26.2 miles) waiting for you when you’re done, those rollers can make for quite the psychological challenge.

That was my take going in.Weather was about as good as you can expect on a July day: high 60s in the morning, heavy humidity, with highs expected to hit the mid to upper 80s. Very little chance of rain.

I figured if I could bike this in 8 hours or less, it would be a very good day.

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I started from the downtown YMCA (on 2nd street), caught Witherspoon Street, then turned onto North Preston Street and then onto River Road.

The River Road stage is about ten miles, and it is relatively flat. The only serious problem: there are sections were the road quality SUCKS. We’re talking bumps, cracks, potholes, craters, sinkholes. OK…maybe not sinkholes, but it’s pretty jarring.

From there, I turned onto US-42. This is where the hills began: one decent climb, and then a fair amount of rollers where the downhills don’t give you enough speed to truly capitalize. I never had to come out of the saddle for the hills, so that was good. None of these hills were as bad as the really nasty climbs in the Redbud Ride or the Horsey Hundred, but they began to remind me of that 34-mile stretch on the Hub City Tour.

I played it conservatively because I didn’t know what to expect.

Turning onto 1697, for an out-and-back, that 9-mile stretch had a lot of hills, some of which were quite challenging. The downhill sections were pretty nice, though.

From there, I caught US-42 and took some rollers, and then began the first of two Lagrange loops starting with a turn onto 393. The 393 stretch wasn’t too bad: some longer climbs, but nothing too bad. I was going a bit conservatively here, too.

Then I turned onto US-146. That was a fair set of rollers, but nothing too bad.

The fun began with the turn onto Ballard School Road. These were some of the more challenging hills of the course: they didn’t seem THAT bad, but it seemed that they would never stop.

Once we got to the top, I noticed that I was having trouble getting speed. I looked down, and my rear tire was flat.

No problem: I had a pump in the car. I started pumping it, then removed the cable, and–PFFFFFFF!!!!–the tire went COMPLETELY flat. Valve-stem failure.

No problem: I had a spare tube. Some folks from a house in the area jumped in to help me get the tube on, and it seemed to fit, except for one thing: the valve stem didn’t come out far enough for us to get enough air into the tire. We got some pliers and pulled. PFFFFFFFF!!!!! We pinched the tube.

Both tubes were dead. I was hosed.

So we took the bike to Schellers, and they were able to replace the tube. From there, we came back to the point of failure and resumed the ride.

(Note: during the Ironman, this won’t be a problem: the SAG folks are renowned for their skill and speed.)

At this point, I was dejected. I had clearly been riding too slow, and at the pace I was riding, this was clearly nowhere close to Ironman-worthy numbers. So far, I had gone 45 miles in 4 hours. That was downright awful. I had been WAY too conservative.

I had 70 miles to go, and I had something to prove.

So I decided to ride a higher gear on the flats and downhills, and get a little more aggressive on the uphills.

I proceeded to put in my best cycling performance. I finished the first Lagrange loop–from Old Sligo Road to L’Esprit to 153 to US-42 and back to 393 comfortably. After stopping for Gatorade at the 393 intersection, I hit the second loop aggressively.

It felt good. I was sweating up a storm, it was hot, but the pace was nice. I hit Ballard School Road and took the hills without incident, and stopped at the top–where my tire blew–for a quick drink break, and finished up to US-42.

Now here’s my take: when you hit US-42–knowing it’s a straight shot into Louisville–there is a really nice feeling to that.

Yes, there were some rollers left: the hill profile doesn’t tell the story. But the hills weren’t all that bad. I was able to stay in the aero position for most of the way. The 31 miles in seemed pretty nice.

Until I got onto River Road and started hitting the jarring craters!

Oh, and for a note of comic relief: I had my first altercation with a driver. Some douche nozzle drove by and yelled, “Get off the road, faggot!!!” (I guess he was revealing his own latent homosexuality…but I digress….) I was too lost in concentration to flip him off.

Otherwise, the ride back to downtown was nice.

I had biked the remaining 70 miles in about the same time that I had biked the previous 45. I averaged a pace of just under 16 mph for that 70-mile stretch.

Still not where I want to be, but  definitely an Ironman-worthy performance.

This morning, I am quite pleasantly surprised at how sore I am not. Legs feel fine; back is fine; neck is fine; upper body is a bit sore, but not nearly as bad as after Redbud. Butt is sore.

Positives:

  • I was able to stay aero almost the entire time, coming out only to attack hills and give myself butt relief.
  • I put in a pace that is Ironman worthy on the back 70.
  • My legs felt pretty good at the end.

What I need to work on:

  • I need to hydrate better.
  • I need to use my high gears more often.
  • I need to get a little stronger on the uphills. That would make a ton of difference.

I’ve got 3 months to get there. I’m cautiously optimistic.

Here is my take on the course:

  • While I would hardly call it an “easy” course, it is certainly not as difficult as any of the Kentucky Century Challenge rides.
  • The rollers can be tough psychologically, but they are not nearly as tough as the Dry Ridge rollers of the Horsey Hundred.
  • While there are some challenging climbs, none of them brought me out of the saddle. I had to get out of the aero position, but the only time I ever got out of the saddle was for some periodic butt relief.
  • The final 30 miles are nice.
  • While this is hardly a walk in the park–112 miles is always going to have its challenges–it is not a course that should intimidate anyone who has any significant riding experience. Don’t get arrogant–respect it–but don’t fear it either.

The Lost Lady

Kristen Dalton Wolfe has written 21 Lost Lady Traditions that Still Apply Today.  The first 13 apply to Manners. The latter 8 apply to The Dating Lady.

Here’s one of the latter 8:

15. Time frame: no one gets to call you on a whim to hang out. Your time is precious and valuable and you are clearly booked days in advance. Someone who honors your time will plan ahead and ask to take you out with at least a 48 hour request.

I’m curious as to what you guys have to say to her 21 list.

Putin: America is “Godless”

Anyone old enough to remember the height of the Cold War can appreciate the irony here.

Two of the great knocks on the old Soviet Union were their intense persecution of Christians and their institutional Atheism. In fact, American leaders appealed to the Christian sensibilities of Americans in their opposition to Communist efforts at world domination. The best leader in that era, President Reagan, highlighted that contrast on the world’s biggest stage.

Fast-forward thirty years, and the roles have reversed.

Whodathunk that the Russian President–a former KGB man himself–would sound more like George Washington than our own President?

As far as I know, Putin is a political opportunist who couldn’t care less about God.

Still, the irony is priceless.

Welcome to Post-Christian America, Part 1

On Friday, the Supreme Court handed down its “gay marriage” ruling, single-handedly throwing out thousands of years of law, fact, and history and redefining marriage to include same-sex couples, and imposing that on all fifty states. In doing so, SCOTUS has dismantled most of what remains of our connection to common law. This is the telos of the Sexual Revolution.

Welcome to post-Christian America. It’s been here for a while, but on Friday any remaining doubters were silenced.

Does this mean that government is going to be rounding up Christians and putting them into prison camps? Does this mean that government is going to start shutting down churches? Not by a long shot. At least not for a couple decades.

But make no mistake: if you are a Christian and hold to the Biblical teachings with respect to life and sexual ethics, then the public square has become an order of magnitude more hostile. Where the perspective of the Church was once afforded great respect, that is no longer the case in America.

What it does mean: people who hold to particular viewpoints are going to be increasingly marginalized. This is already happening, and you can expect this to intensify.

  • If you’ve ever publicly expressed support of historical marriage–in word, financial contribution, or membership in a church or related organization–you may have trouble finding a job in many companies. This is because (a) the Internet is forever, and (b) businesses use data warehouses and data mining to get the goods on almost anyone. And the HR departments go to great lengths to screen out potential employees who “may not be a good fit for our progressive and forward-thinking organization.”
  • If you’ve ever publicly expressed support of historical marriage–in word, financial contribution, or membership in a church or related organization–you may be in danger of losing your job. No, your boss isn’t going to call you into his office and say, “You’re a homophobe; you’re fired!” What is more likely to happen: when layoffs become necessary, then your name will be on a short list of those first to go. It will be couched in terms of “fiscal fitness”, but in reality it will be a personal decision.
  • If you’re in the military, you’d best keep your mouth shut. Chaplains are already under assault: a Ranger chaplain has received a career-ending “letter of concern” for providing Biblical references in a suicide prevention class, and a Navy SEAL chaplain–who was called the “best of the best” on his latest evaluation–is on the verge of dismissal for sticking to Biblical teachings regarding homosexuality.

If you’re a business owner, you have seen the handwriting on the wall. Bakeries, caterers, and florists must accommodate gay weddings; religious-based objections have been shot down in court. Expect more such encroachments on Christian business owners.

While Hobby Lobby won their case over contraception funding, the same cannot be said of those businesses that directly serve the wedding market. Freedom of association is dead, unless you are a Muslim business, in which case no one will touch you for fear of getting beheaded.

As for churches and parachurch organizations, you’re going to have to look long and hard at the whole tax-exemption paradigm. President Obama’s own Solicitor General, when asked about this in the SCOTUS hearings in Obergefell v. Hodges, admitted, “[it’s] going to be an issue.”

If your church or organization is tax-exempt and refuses membership to gays, that tax-exemption will be on the chopping block. It won’t happen tomorrow, but make no mistake: it will eventually happen. You need to prepare for that eventuality, and you need to do that sooner rather than later. Now is the time to start thinking about an exit strategy from that tangled web of tax-exemption.

A good friend of mine, a pastor at a church in Kentucky, has done this with his church from day one: when he started it, he did not go for tax-exemption. Churches like his won’t be facing the financial crunch when the shoe drops, at least not on that front.

If you’re starting a church, then you would do well to forego tax exemption. Yes, it will be a pinch in the wallet, but at least it’s easier to build from that baseline now than have the rug ripped out from under you later.

Once that happens, the losers here will be the needy. Fact is, the soup kitchens, orphanages, and homeless shelters are supported by financial contributions from churches–many of them large churches. The loss of tax-exemption will directly impact the outflow of services to those in need.

The one good thing here: many pastors will leave the ministry. Why is that a good thing? The good ones–whom God has actually called into ministry–will remain. As for those who leave, I have two words: good riddance. Don’t let the door hit you in the rear-end. The good ones may go underground, but they’ll be bold, strong, and courageous.

Public education will become the new laboratory for the sodomites. You can expect sex education curriculum to become more intense in their indoctrination, eventually beginning in preschool. Academics will write history textbooks and recommend  literature selections in English classes in ways that advance the “equivalence” of sodomy.

Whereas parents once were able to opt their children out of public sex education, districts are going to make it harder for parents to do so.

If you are a parent, then this is the perfect time to consider homeschooling. Christian private schools will be under assault, as their tax-exemption will be threatened. Moreover, tuition may become unaffordable as many parents flock to a limited number of such schools.

Homeschooling, on the other hand, gives you more control over your children’s education. And contrary to the grumblings of the critics, (a) there is great flexibility available, (b) you don’t have to be a genius to do it, and (c) you can ensure that your children receive essentials–reading, writing, math, science, even the classics–while avoiding the leftist social agenda.

Even then, the game has fundamentally changed, and isolation from the world is impossible. Like the Christians of the First Century who lived their faith in an environment more hostile than the post-Christian West, you must live out your faith without compromise while providing for your family. You must interact with this post-Christian world, and your children will grow up in this world and must learn to function in it.

I’ll cover that in Part 2.

SCOTUS: Sodomogamy Now the Law of The Land

I’ll comment later, but to make a long story short, here it is: this should not be surprising. A Court that decides that personhood isn’t really personhood–and is allowed to get away with that–and eventually decides that marriage can be redefined by judicial fiat, is out of control.

We now have that oligarchy about which our Founders warned. The issue is how the people respond to this.

Tullian Tchividjian Admits Affair, Out at Coral Ridge Presbyterian Church

This is a major reason why I place little stock in the “celebrity preacher” circuit. That is not to say that this does not happen in smaller venues; it does, and I have seen it happen.

At the same time, let’s be honest here. Tchividjian was recruited by Coral Ridge because their numbers were down since Kennedy’s death; they looked to him to bring more people in.

In other words, they were not recruiting him on the basis of his character but rather his charisma.

I’m not saying that Tchividjian is a bad human being. Apparently, his affair began in the aftermath of his wife’s own affair. That complicates matters in ways that are not typical when pastors fall.

And no, I’m not excusing what he did; he knew better, and he betrayed the Body, his family, his local church, all for some temporary comfort that was not his to take.

But my larger issue is what I would call the “cult of personality” that many Christians attach around their favorite pastors.

I’m old enough to remember the scandals, and I’m enough of a student of history to know that this is nothing new in the celebrity circuit. Aimee Semple McPherson, anyone? How about Kathryn Kuhlman?

When I was in college, I attended an Assemblies of God church most of the time. I did not myself identify as a charismatic/Pentecostal, but that was the church to which I had a ride every Sunday. They were good folks, and I liked the pastor, even if I did not agree with him on some details. But there was one tick in my britches: back then, it seemed that many people in those circles fawned over the every word of Jimmy Swaggart, Jim Bakker, and Pat Robertson. There were even some Robert Tilton fans. Except for Robertson–who has had many controversies of his own–all of the above crashed and burned in scandal.

Today, I see a similar dynamic: many people tend to hang on the every word of Piper, Keller, Dever, Chandler, whatever the neo-Calvinist flavor of the week happens to be. “Piper put it like this in a sermon last week”…”Keller said THIS the other day”…”Chandler addressed [X] the other day”.

Don’t get me wrong; I like Piper, Chandler, and Keller, even though I don’t agree with them on a few things. I like their general approaches to Scripture, and the insights they often bring to the table, even if I do not buy into the neo-Calvinist paradigm like their “true believers” do.

And THAT is the problem: the “true believers”. They have created cults of personality around celebrity preachers. Many pastors are structuring their churches around paradigms envisioned by these mega-stars; others are re-preaching the sermons of the celebrity preachers, often verbatim.

(Not only is that plagiarism; it is outright laziness. If you are a pastor and you are doing that, you need to either repent or resign. If you’re going to preach to me, I want to hear the product of YOUR reflections on Scripture, YOUR handling of the word of truth, YOUR fighting the good fight, YOUR discernment of issues that are on the horizon against which the Scriptures warn people. Don’t tell me what Piper said; I want to hear what YOU have to say.)

Having said that, it is a very sad day for the Church. The Tchividjian scandal is not good news.

Whlie I would hope that the larger Body in the United States would take the time to revisit the celebrity preacher circuit, I’d say there’s still a fair amount of itchy-ears out there on the lookout for the next dynamic speaker.

100 Miles of Rain: Preservation Pedal 2015

This year, the Kentucky Century Challenge rides have been very eventful. The Redbud Ride began with two hours of rain and cold temperatures; the Horsey Hundred was perfect but for the drunk driver who killed Mark Hinkel.

While The Preservation Pedal was devoid of cold weather and drunk drivers, it was nothing like the hot and sunny ride around Winchester that we enjoyed last year. Tropical storm Bill made sure of that.

Like the Redbud Ride, the forecast was very fluid: for most of the week, the forecast had been for severe thunderstorms. On Friday, the forecast ranged from heavy rain to strong thunderstorms to scattered thunderstorms.

In the interests of safety, the Preservation Pedal organizers cancelled their support of the 100-mile route, and allowed century riders to ride two loops of the 51-mile route. The Kentucky Century Challenge committee also allowed riders to do an “alternative century” if they decided they did not want to brave the weather: they could do any verifiable 100+mile distance by July 26, provided that they had already registered for the Preservation Pedal.

Many riders took that option, quickly planning a ride for next Saturday that would involve the original 102-mile Preservation Pedal route.

I, on the other hand, decided to take a wait-and-see approach. If it was raining, but without lightning or tornadoes, I was willing to ride. Otherwise, I was going to opt to do the Louisville Ironman course–112 miles–next week and count that in lieu of Preservation Pedal.

So yesterday, I arrived early and–to my surprise–it was light rain but nothing really bad. Two others from the group with which I ride showed up. We headed out at 6:30.

Due to the road conditions and the rain, we decided to go easy. We were, for the most part, very familiar with the route because it dovetailed with the Horsey Hundred route and the weekly Midway rides organized by the Bluegrass Cycling Club. The bonus: by doing the 51-mile route twice, we were going to do the half-mile Peaks Mill climb twice. I was looking forward to that one!

The first 11 miles were easy; we arrived at the Millville stop before it was even open. We briefly took time to drink and then headed out to Stamping Ground. For most of that 19-mile leg, the rain was steady but bearable.

At Stamping Ground (mile 30), the rest stop was just opening, so we were able to get some goodies, use the port-a-potties, and head back out for the 21 miles to complete the first loop. On this leg, we encountered some heavier rains: on the downhills, the rain felt like pins and needles.

Pulling into the halfway point, we were soaked but feeling very good. I wasn’t even tired.

On the second loop, we encountered a rain delay when we arrived at Millville (mile 62). No sooner than we got there, the torrential rains kicked in. We decided to just sit it out and chat with a few other riders, as the weather radar indicated the worst was almost over. 15 minutes later, the rain let up and we headed out to Stamping Ground.

The 19 miles into Stamping Ground were fairly easy: the rain was very light, the temperature was mild, and there weren’t any brutal hills–only rollers. I was feeling very good: neck was only mildly sore, but my butt wasn’t sore at all. My legs were also feeling very good. Honestly, I felt I might have plenty in the tank at the finish.

That last 20 miles were mild. The rain was pretty much gone, except for some intermittent drizzle. I also enjoyed doing the Peaks Mill climb the second time. Once we got to US-127, it was pretty much downhill and flat from there.

was still soaking wet from all the rain, but–other than that–felt great at the finish.

Overall, very few riders showed up for the century option yesterday. Normally, our slow-ride group gets passed quite a bit by others who start later. That didn’t happen this time. The rest stops were darn-near empty, with lots of goodies available.

For this year, I decided that anyone who does all four Century Challenge rides is going to have some serious bragging rights forever.

While I don’t want to take away from anyone who does the “alternative century” next Saturday, I think there’s something to be said for doing your ride on the day of the event.

This year, I signed up for the Louisville Ironman triathlon, which involves a 2.4-mile swim, a 112-mile bike ride, and a full 26.2-mile marathon. It’s on October 11, and–if I don’t like the weather–it’s not like I will be able to do an “alternative Ironman” to get my medal.

My point: every endurance event is going to have a “suck factor” involved. Unless the conditions are fundamentally unsafe–lightning and other severe weather are my deal-breakers–I think you just have to embrace the suck and fight through it.

Having said that, I understand why the Kentucky Century Challenge folks went with the “alternative century” option, and I can’t say it was a bad idea. (After all, the forecasts were for severe weather.)

After all, this gives incentive for riders to register for the Hub City Tour in September; it allows those who missed the Redbud Ride a chance to stay on track to earn their 300-mile jerseys; and it also provides incentive in future years for people to take on the Kentucky Century Challenge.

Still, like I said, those of us who braved all three–through the cold and rain (Redbud) and the rains (Preservation Pedal)–will have bragging rights.

The official century rides on my end are over until September (Hub City Tour). Still, in the meantime, I plan on riding the Louisville Ironman course at least once in both July and August.

In terms of Ironman preparation, I can feel the progress. This is the best I’ve ever felt at the end of a century ride. I felt like–if I’d had my running shoes and shorts–I could have done at least a half-marathon.

TWW and Acts 29: My $0.02

First, a couple disclaimers:

(1) While I am a complimentarian, I like the work of at The Wartburg Watch, as well as Watchkeep (by Amy Smith).

(2) I empathize with TWWs concerns about the neo-Calvinists, particularly those who flirt with the overly-authoritarian church model.

(3) I believe Mark Driscoll got what he deserved.

(4) I also agree with TWW about C.J. Mahaney and Sovereign Grace Ministries.

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Having said that, I also think TWW raises some issues regarding the Acts 29 Network of churches.

TWW has written several stories involving Acts 29 churches and harsh discipline. We believe that the legend of Mark Driscoll lives on. We hope that Matt Chandler will take time to review the problems inherent in this network. Here is one such story on Countryside Christian Church (they even have some documentation as well!)  Do Acts 29 Churches Share the Same DNA as the Mothership – Matt Chandler’s The Village Church?

As a nearly 8-year member of an Acts 29 church, I can answer with two words: it depends.

The problem you have is not so much the Acts 29 system; the plurality of elders is as workable as any other church governmental model. As for how elders are chosen, again, it depends on the church.

In any church, the leadership can easily become a good-old-boys network. In most Baptist churches, deacons–who would be analogous to elders–are often nominated by members, but–in reality–are approved by the other deacons (and even the pastor). You can’t say that such a model cannot be abused.

Whether the model is more democratic or more authoritarian, the fact remains: any church governmental model can be abused. We humans have ways of exploiting just about anything.

As for authoritarian an Acts 29 church is, much of that depends on the way the church was founded, and the visions of the leaders. At my church, it’s an atmosphere of substantial liberties. As long as members aren’t engaging in flagrant immorality, the elders are not interested in micromanaging anyone. In a case like Karen’s, it is doubtful that the elders would have objected to her seeking a divorce or annulment. As for her husband, they would have been pretty hard on him, referring him to local authorities.

OTOH, I realize that other Acts 29 churches are more micromanagy while others are taking this “covenant membership” business to provide what you rightly call “Hotel California”: you can check out anytime, but you can never leave. My take: these folks are gung ho for the 9Marks/SGM/Whatever NeoCalvinist Celebrity Flavor Of the Week puts out. These pastors often lack wisdom that comes from the knowledge of history; they often have MDiv degrees and have drunk the Neo-Calvinist Kool-Aid, fawning over the every word of Piper, Keller, Mohler, Dever. Ask the young hot shots some hard questions, and watch them offer canned answers. That tells me they haven’t thought; they just drink Kool-Aid.

(FWIW: I’m not knocking Piper or Keller; I’m just saying we need to be careful not to fall for the allure of the celebrity circuit. I’m old enough to have seen a number of high-flying hotshots bite the dust.)

Unfortunately, the Acts 29 churches that aren’t causing trouble aren’t the ones making the headlines.

Like I said, it depends. Personally, if I see a leadership that is run by young neo-Calvinists who went to neo-Calvinist seminaries AND–here’s the catch–provide canned answers to hard questions, my advice is RUN…DO NOT WALK.