Back in my college days, I attended a Bible church. I attended another Bible church in another state after graduation. Back in those days (the late '80s and early '90s), going to a Bible church usually guaranteed you several things: A DTS grad as a pastor, an emphasis on dispensationalism and an unabashed diet of expository preaching, which was usually fairly sound and pretty Christ-centered.
I haven't had a lot of further contact with Bible churches in the last several years. But entropy being what it is, I wasn't terribly shocked at what I heard at a Bible church near us a few weeks ago.
The sermon was on evangelism. Great topic! You'd think that would involve the gospel, wouldn't you? Oh, come on. That is soooo sixteenth century, my friend. Nowadays, evangelism involves "telling your personal story of what Jesus means to you!" That was it. Forty-five minutes of advice on how to make evangelism personal and relevant (I've now banned that word from my personal lexicon). Oh, well, we did open the Bible and flip around to a few passages, but the pastor never actually
read any of them. And as for Jesus Christ's crucifixion and resurrection? or sin? or the extent or meaning of the atonement? Never even mentioned. Doctrine doesn't matter, you see, because if we started teaching doctrine, someone might figure out that the mope on the stage up there isn't fit to run the narthex Starbucks, much less serve as a pastor/shepherd.
This reminds me of the one time I visited Harvest Bible Chapel on Good Friday in the late '90s. I actually joked with the person who hauled me there, as we were preparing to go in: "Gosh, do you really think I even need to bring this Bible in? It's not like we're going to read it!" I was given a very stern look, so I brought my Bible in. After three dramas and five rock-band numbers (always what you want to experience -- a rockin' Good Friday!), the pastor got up and assured us that he "wasn't going to preach a sermon;" he just wanted to talk to us. We got no sermon. No pastoral prayer. No Scripture. And guess what? We never opened a Bible, either! Boy, was my companion's face red!
So the moral of the story, kiddies, is that "Bible" in the title of an alleged evangelical church these days means - by my estimation - about as much as "Jesus Christ" in the title of the Mormons' false church: NOTHING.
Why the Lord has not just zapped us all out of existence, I don't guess I'll ever understand.
Praying for grace,
mlj