A Grand Parish Lurch

St Wulfrum’s Church is Grantham is architecturally fantastic while being theologically questionable. Busily flying the Pride/transgender flag in its grounds, I was impressed by its surrender to worldly wisdom and godless theology. ‘Father Stuart’ advises potential visitors:

We're a place where all your senses will be fully engaged in the worship of God.  You may smell incense, hear beautiful music, experience silence and stillness and see people using gestures as a way to express the inexpressible during our services.  We’re a place exploring how to serve our parish and neighbourhood with acts of compassion along with expressing justice locally and globally.

Perhaps one will hear all sorts, but what of the gospel of sins' remission? Sometimes, those with the grandest and oldest buildings pay least regard to the grandest and oldest truths. In tin tabs and gospel halls, country chapels and house churches, one may clearly hear the way to heaven, of sins’ forgiveness, of re-birth and coming judgement. Find some gaudy parish church or lofty cathedral, and you might hear all sorts, but not the basic message.

A church like Grantham Parish Church has wonderfully thick pillars, but its foundations are dust if it preaches not the gospel.

It has one of the tallest spires in England, but how many does it point to heaven?

It has wonderfully carved tombs, but how many does it point to Him who is life?

It has statues and shrines to various saints, but how many saints are made for our contemporary age?

It has a fabulously constructed high altar but how often does it preach Christ crucified, for the atonement of our sin?

“Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravenous wolves." Matthew 7:15