Academic

I speak not of the fabled horse harboring surreptitious Greeks in its belly, but instead, the University—a modern Babel—whose ivory towers of intellectualism have engineered moral decay under the guise of righteous enlightenment. Educational achievement, though commendable and deserving our engagement, has been a means by which secularized imaginings have found entrance into the mission and mindset of the ecclesia. This hyper-infatuation with intellectualism and educational success, albeit exciting, is wooing us into an upside-down paradigm of process that looks down its nose at what it perceives as being ecclesial barbarism; uncivilized, uncouth, and unacculturated churches that lack the prestigious Oscars of the University—the Degrees.

The doctorate, though prestigious and worthy of investiture, has become—for many who claim confederation with the academic elite—a grandiose promotion above the rudimentary ministries given to the church as outlined in Ephesians 4. Slowly—almost imperceptibly—the resolute gates of the Apostolic church are yawning wide to make way for these majestic machinations that seem both a gift and a trophy to the inhabitants within. Yet, as day gave way to night, the prophet was shoved aside to make room for the professor.