The extremist’s cemetery is always full to overflowing, as they say. They seem to die off early, in their infancy, hardly before they get started. But there is always another simpleton standing in the wings, waiting to take up their dogmatic mantle, to keep their guru’s wild assertions and teachings alive.
The Church, down through history, has had its share of these die-hards. Men who have argued vehemently for their extreme views. Three of these beliefs, taken to the extreme, end-up being “destructive doctrines.” They sap a saint of all his or her inward joy and peace, leaving only a critical spirit.
These three dogmas are: Calvinism, Arminianism, and for the last one-hundred years, Dispensationalism.
The first will leave one fatalistic; the second, humanistic; and the third, academic. Going off the deep end with the one will have you saying, “Whatever will be, will be.” But to follow the second to its extreme bounds is to believe you have a magic wand, and all that is necessary is for you to wave it at your discretion. You know, like Aladdin’s Lamp, just make a wish. The last of these destructive teachings appeals to the head, the intellect. It takes the heart out of Christianity. Like the Modernist of old, it takes a penknife and cuts out large portions of the scripture, in spite of the fact Jesus said, “Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.”
“Let me be weighed in an even balance, that God may know mine integrity.”