Tolerance

Track six picks up a word that gets thrown at me like an insult and wears it on purpose. Tolerance. In certain corners of the Reformed internet that word is an accusation - it means compromiser, it means soft, it means you have gone wobbly on the truth. The song's answer is simple. They can call me what they want. I won't break beneath their taunts.

Here is why I will take that name. If the kindness of the Lord is what once led me to His arms - and it was, Romans tells me plainly that it is the goodness of God that leads a man to repentance - then I cannot turn around and treat the weaker brother with a scorn God never showed me. I never heard Him whisper with the scorn I hear today. He was patient with my failures, softly guiding me His way. The hunters shout for a purity they imagine is theirs. It never was. The Lord who watches closely knows the darkest parts of men.

So this is not a song that goes easy on error. It is a song that remembers how God handled mine. When the truth becomes a weapon, and the wounded flee the light - something has gone badly wrong, and it is not the wounded who are at fault. I would rather be called tolerant than be the man whose sharpened feed drives a hurting believer away from the only light that could heal him. I'll choose love over harm. That is the whole verdict of the song.