When I was earning a Microsoft certification back in the late 90s, I had to study IP addresses, which took me into the world of binary numbers. In that world, everything is a 1, or it's a 0. There's no 2 and no 9, no 5 and no 3. Everything is represented by the 1 and the 0, and the place each holds.
The Bible is very binary, in a great many ways.
If you've read the Bible much, you can fill in this next part for yourself. In God's Word, you're either saved, or you're lost; you're in the darkness, or you're in the light; you're a believer, or you're an unbeliever; you love God, or you hate Him; you're alive in Christ, or you're dead; you're preaching truth, or you're preaching error; you're forgiven, or you're in your sins; you're a slave of God, or you're a slave of sin; you're on the narrow way that leads to life, or you're on the broad path that leads to death; you're a sheep, or you're a goat; Christ knows you, or He doesn't; you're a saint, or you're an "ain't."
While it could be argued correctly that there are degrees of this and that, it isn't in grey areas that the Bible lives and thrives and does most of its business.
So doesn't it follow that, to the degree we're believers (and not unbelievers), to the degree that we're faithful (and not unfaithful), we will give ourselves to affirming and exploring and exploiting those sound words — and not turning aside to vain jangling and fruitless discussion?
If that's the case, then why are so many highly-respected, high-visibility, popular speakers and organs and sites and bloggers so adoringly fascinated with exploring and exploiting the blurs and the fuzz and the vapor around the edges?
Taken seriously, it seems that the Bible would produce knowledge, faith, confidence, assurance, certainty — and categorical boldness and insistence.
But these leaders seem obsessed with enabling and modeling and producing uncertainty, doubt, timidity, daintiness, nuance, overcaution, and (on many pivotal issues) murmury vagueness, or complete silence. When what we need to hear is a trumpet blast, all we get is a tremulous little kazoo-wheeze, or the vague sound of someone mumbling to himself.
Is that a good thing?
Or is it bad?