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Sep 23rd, By Jason Stellman Category: Featured Articles This is a guest post by Jason Stellman.
After graduation he was ordained by the Pacific Northwest Presbytery of the Presbyterian Church in America and called to plant Exile Presbyterian Church in the Seattle area, where he served from until resigning in the Spring of He is the author of Dual Citizens: He currently resides in the Seattle area with his wife and three children.
He was received into full communion with the Catholic Church on September 23, Jason Stellman Part of me has wished for a while now that I was born early enough to have been a fan of The Clash back in the Seventies.
As many of you know, I recently resigned from my pastoral ministry in the Presbyterian Church in America you can read my resignation letter hereas well as some clarifying posts here and here.
My stated reasons for stepping down were that I could no longer in good conscience uphold my ordination vow that as a PCA minister I sincerely accept the Westminster Confession and Catechisms as containing the system of doctrine taught in Holy Scripture.
More specifically, I no longer see the Reformed doctrines of Sola Scriptura and Sola Fide as faithfully reflecting what the Bible teaches, which is why I will, Lord willing, be received into full communion with the Catholic Church sometime in the next several months.
The purpose of this piece is not to unpack those claims in detail there will be plenty of time for that in the futurebut rather to provide a little more insight into the process that led up to my resignation, as well as to respond briefly to those who have sought to analyze me and the supposed internal psychological factors that must have led to my making such a drastic decision.
The Lure of Rome? One of the things I found especially curious slash bemusing, slash maddening while reading the diagnoses of my volunteer analysts was the fact that my being drawn to, or lured by, Rome was simply assumed, and that the only real question was what, exactly, was it that ultimately did it.
Was it some positive aspect of Catholicism that appealed to me, or was it a nagging drawback of Protestantism that finally proved to be the deal-breaker? Now, I realize that I went into a period of radio silence during the weeks following my resignation one that was not exactly self-imposed, but that has turned out to be a blessingand that this created something of a vacuum that invited speculation on the part of some.
Catholicism never held any allure for me, nor do I find it particularly alluring now. In fact, since much of my theological output has been part of the public domain for so long especially in the form of my preaching, teaching, and writingthis claim of mine can actually be proven.
If anyone cares to go back and listen to or read what I was talking about right up until the day I was confronted with the claims of the Catholic Church as they relate to those of Protestantism, the inquirer will easily discover that I was about as staunchly confessional an Old School Presbyterian as anyone would want to meet.
I will raise the pot even more: I wrote a book whose entire purpose was to demonstrate, in the highest and most attractive terms possible, how ironically boastworthy all the supposed disadvantages of amillennial Protestantism are. Lack of infallible certitude? The need for faith over sight? Check, check, and check.
Further still, so far from longing for a type of kinder, gentler Catholicism that I could disguise in Reformed garb, I was the prosecutor in a doctrinal trial against a fellow minister in my presbytery for espousing views that I, and many others, considered dangerously close to being Catholic.
No, there was never any desire to place human works anywhere but where the Reformed confessions say they belong: In a word, I was as happy and comfortable in my confessional Presbyterian skin as anyone, and the trust I had earned from many well-known and respected Reformed theologians, as well as having graduated with honors from one of the most confessionally staunch and academically rigorous Reformed seminaries in the nation, should be sufficient to dispel any notions that I never really understood Reformed theology in the first place or that I was always a Catholic in Protestant clothing.
Driven, Not Drawn One of the things that made fighting against the claims of the Catholic Church so frustrating was that there was no single, knock-down-drag-out argument to refute; neither was there an isolated passage of Scripture or silver-bullet issue of theology to deal with.
If it had been simply a matter of answering one specific challenge that came from a single direction, the battle would have been much easier to win.
But as it happened, there were two distinct issues that were coming under attack Sola Scriptura and Sola Fideand the attacks were coming from multiple directions: In the case of Sola Scriptura, I, as a self-described Reformed non-evangelical, considered the distinction between Solo- and Sola Scriptura as absolutely essential to my own spiritual identity.
Therefore as one can imagine, when I was confronted with Catholic claims that called this crucial distinction into questionit was a sucker-punch of epic proportions.
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