Bio

Dr. Mike Halsey is the chancellor of Grace Biblical Seminary, a Bible teacher at the Hangar Bible Fellowship, the author of Truthspeak and his new book, The Gospel of Grace and Truth: A Theology of Grace from the Gospel of John," both available on Amazon.com. A copy of his book, Microbes in the Bloodstream of the Church, is also available as an E-book on Amazon.com. If you would like to a receive a copy of his weekly Bible studies and other articles of biblical teaching and application, you can do so by writing to Dr. Halsey at michaeldhalsey@bellsouth.net and requesting, "The Hangar Bible Fellowship Journal."

Comments may be addressed to michaeldhalsey@bellsouth.net.

If you would like to contribute to his ministry according to the principle of II Corinthians 9:7, you may do so by making your check out to Hangar Bible Fellowship and mailing it to 65 Teal Ct., Locust Grove, GA 30248. All donations are tax deductible.

Come visit the Hangar some Sunday at 10 AM at the above address. You'll be glad you did.

Other recommended grace-oriented websites are:

notbyworks.org
literaltruth.org
gracebiblicalseminary.org
duluthbible.org
clarityministries.org

Also:

Biblical Ministries, Inc.
C/O Dr. Richard Grubbs
P. O. Box 64582
Lubbock, TX 79464-4582

Friday, September 27, 2013

WISDOM AND MINISKIRTS


WISDOM AND MINISKIRTS
By Dr. Mike Halsey



While taking a walk through Walmart past the frozen food aisle featuring artery-clogging desserts, a husband, wife, and teenage daughter crossed my path.



My first thought was, “How could a father let his daughter out of the house looking like that?” There she was in the shortest of short-shorts with a shirt almost as bad. She was old enough to know better and he certainly was.



But I’d jumped the gun. I shouldn't have addressed that question to the father. My question should have been to the husband: “How could you let your wife out in public looking like that?”



It was as if the mother was in competition with her teen-aged daughter for “The Immodest Attire Award.” It might be a stretch to say that the daughter looked like a nun compared to her mother, but you get the idea.



Really, they were almost dressed alike, but if there were such an award, the mother would have won the trophy.



Did you read this online headline? “Sun City Poms: Retirement Mecca's Golden Girl Cheerleaders.” With the headline came these first two lines of the story: “With age comes wisdom—and miniskirts, pom-poms, and some rad stunts.” Those lines inform the reader what the over 55 ladies group at their retirement community is all about. The article came with pictures of the Pom Poms going through their routines. 

In describing their routines, the author wrote, "One woman got stuck three-quarters into her split. It seemed like no one in the group was particularly concerned by this and looked on for some time as she got into a position where she could actually stand up again." Wisdom? What about adult dignity?

One person, having read the article, commented on one of the pictures of a Pom "Girl:" “I’m all for fitness all the way through the senior years. That’s fine, but this picture is just silly for this woman and her age. She appears senile. I love that she’s fit, but it just looks so silly.”

 It reminded me of a parade I saw which featured grown men wearing silly caps with tassels, zooming around in go carts with their knees up to their chins. Puerile. 

You've noticed the ubiquitous TV sitcoms in which it appears that high schoolers wrote the script. There's a word for it: "sophomoric." Go to a movie theater and the dialogue is an all-out assault on your ears. The vocabulary is that of the immature, the crude, the coarse. Let's be honest; it's the vocabulary of the plebeian.

The plots of the movies are juvenile. The characters are Superman, Batman, Ironman, the Green Lantern, Spiderman, and the Hulk. "The James Bond series," someone said, "is a cartoon for adults." (Which brings up the fact that, beginning in 2003, more Americans from the ages of 18-49 watched the Cartoon Network than CNN.)

  
We could multiply examples of adults acting like children, such as parents at youth football and baseball games getting into arguments and fist fights with each other, the coaches, referees, and to take the cake, even fighting with the kids on the field. 

Or we could cite a former chief executive getting himself impeached, thereby earning the title, "America's First Teen-Aged President."

How about parents going to their children’s teachers and yelling at them, or in some cases, getting into fisticuffs with them? 

Adult behavior and language have become so childishly demented at professional football games that national sports radio commentator Collin Cowherd refuses to take his family to the games. In the Philadelphia Eagles' stadium, they have four jail cells to hold unruly and violent fans. Alcohol + immaturity = violence.

But enough. Let's survey the church world. The songs we sing are childish, repetitive, simplistic choruses. It's to the point that twenty-somethings know no hymns. We've replaced "A Mighty Fortress is Our God" with "A Comfy Mattress is Our God." Maybe we should  close our church services with "My Hope is Built on Nothing Much" because the sermons we hear are shallow, worldly success  success stories candy-coated with a Bible narrative. The materials we study tell us to "Read Luke 2 and put the name of the town in which Jesus was born in the blank below." The songs, the sermons, and the materials don't breed a single serious, mature thought. They combine to keep us children.

The childishness of Christianity today is in direct contrast to Paul's statement in I Corinthians 13:11: "When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me."

To talk like a child, to think like a child, and to reason like a child is the essence of immaturity in an adult. The author of the book of Hebrews had to flat out tell his congregation that he wasn't going to cater to their lack of maturity, but that, under his leadership, they were going "to press on to maturity," by going into the deeper doctrines of the faith and the application thereof (Hebrews 5:11-6:3). 

We sometimes plow right over Luke's account of Christ's leaving His parents and sitting with the Temple teachers (Luke 2:41ff). That's an account of the maturing of the Child. He was twelve years old, and was beginning to assume adult responsibilities. What is your church doing to advance the maturity of those twelve and up?

If your church is putting you and its youth under the Mosaic Law, it's keeping you and them childlike and immature. If you're hearing the gospel over and over again for the bulk of the sermon time, your church is breeding perpetual children. If you're hearing "David and Goliath," accounts with no meaning to them other than moralism, they're keeping you a child.
  
Is it time that we demand of our leaders that they begin to teach adults like adults and treat adults as adults? 


Saturday, September 21, 2013

STARBUCKS EVANGELISM
Dr. Halsey

It was odd of me to be sitting at Starbucks because I don't like coffee and never have. The aroma is great, but my taste buds rebelled a long time ago at the first disgusting sip. 

People back then told me, "You have to learn to like it," but I never had to learn to like mashed potatoes and cream gravy or a steak cooked medium. When I first met a banana split, it was love at first sight. I didn't learn to like those things; I just did. I figured that learning to like coffee was not an economical use of my time, so I never did. 

But yet, here I am at Starbucks, the American Temple of Coffee, waiting to meet two people I've never met before. Well, one of them I'd met, but that was a while back and I won't know her when I see her, but I'm hoping she'll recognize me from that meeting in the distant past. I'm there to discuss their upcoming wedding with them, an event a few months away.

I see two people coming through the door, a man and a woman, and quick as a wink, she comes up to me and says, "Hello, Dr. Halsey," so I know they're the ones I've been waiting for.

I see a table down the way in the crowded Starbucks, so we go there, and as we sit down, I begin to do what I don't like, but it's a necessity--small talk to break the ice and get acquainted. I ask them where they work and then about someone she and I both know. Never having met the fellow, we get acquainted and get down to planning the coming nuptials. We talk about how expensive and complicated weddings can be in our society today. We three conclude that our motto will be, "The simpler, the better," like a church service.

I didn't think it was right for us to be sitting at Starbucks, using their nice facility and not buying anything, so I encourage them to get something to drink or eat, and he goes and gets something for himself and for her; I refuse to compromise my taste buds.

What I haven't told you is that earlier in the week I'd sent them a survey about their spiritual viewpoints on life and I'd asked them to fill out their responses to the questions, which they did and I'm looking at their answers as I turn the conversation to spiritual matters. 

I ask, "What did you think about the questions I sent?" and she says, "They made me think." (We're off to a good start!) I compliment her on correctly answering the question, "What does the word, 'grace,' mean?" She pretty much nailed it. 

I draw her attention to the last question, "Is heaven a free gift, or do you have to earn it?" She'd answered, "Earn." 

I draw a line from that question up to the grace question, and she notices that her "earn answer" is inconsistent with her "grace answer." (Progress!) I tell her, "You're right; you were inconsistent there." She agrees again.

Then, as he and she are listening together, I ask if I could draw a diagram that would explain things. They like the idea so, I begin to draw and tell them that we're all sinners and our good works can't get us past the sin barrier to God.  (I've drawn that barrier on the sheet with man on one side and God on the other. (He thought that he could get past the barrier because he'd "done more good than bad," but Isaiah's "filthy rags" quote hit home to them).

Then we get to the good news and it made sense to them. I pointed out that through Christ's work on the cross, which He finished, we can cross the barrier by faith, not works. I told them of the cross and the resurrection and Christ's promise to give eternal life free of charge to anyone who trusts Him alone for that life.

I asked her if she knew John 3:16, and she quoted it, after which I drew their attention to "whosoever BELIEVES in Him should never perish,"and pointed out that there are no good works in that statement. They agreed.

I told him that from he'd said of his religious upbringing, all he'd ever heard was works, and he said I was right on that account. 

I asked if they'd like to trust Christ right then and she said, "Yes," and that was the consensus of both. They did.

What about follow up? That's in the picture; we set up another time to meet, a time a month or so away, and I'll be in touch off and on before then. 

I, having had a twitch in my conscience, bid them farewell, and went to the counter to purchase green tea and lemonade, leaving still not having compromised. 

The coffee connoisseurs that day in Starbucks couldn't hear it, nor could I, but in that Starbucks on that day, angels were rejoicing.