Pete Ward be ignorant of the high seas

The ship's too safe, he says. The church can not be wood and rope and everything that keeps her afloat. Too solid, he says.

Landlover, that one. Doesn't know a thing about turning the cape and battling the waves. Ships be solid--like love be settled, like faith be safe, like charity be a sighting of land--ships ain't solid, they're only water with some heft to it.

Nothing safe about ships. Ask the apostle Paul about that one. Nothing safe about walking on water. Ask Peter if his socks still be wet.

Nothing safe about the high seas. Next time Pete Ward suggest that you jump into Davy Jones' Locker, you tell him you'll have none of his accomodationism. Dangerous enough in the ship with Jesus, dangerous enough in the whale with Jonah, not gonna swim with the fishes.

Not gonna submerge unless it be to have the death of Christ in baptism. Only going to submerge inside the church, not in the waves of what-have you and moral obfuscation.

Pete Ward, walk the plank.