Skip to main content

The Bridge of Application


The Architecture of Obedience: Building the Bridge Between Faith and Freedom

A bridge serves no purpose without two firm foundations, and the most perilous gap is the one we rarely name: the chasm between the faith we profess and the footsteps we take. From my study window in Akasia, Pretoria, I see the shadows of our past architecture—a city planned for division, where apartheid’s ‘Group Areas Act’ carved separate worlds for White, Black, Indian, and Coloured people, turning neighbours into distant, legal strangers. The philosophy was one of segregation, and the practice was brutal obedience to that error, building physical and spiritual walls. Today, a different philosophy whispers from our culture: a gospel of self-fulfilment that treats faith as a private feeling, a treasure to be admired but never spent. Both systems, though worlds apart in intent, share a fatal flaw: they sever belief from behaviour. They build a foundation on one side of the chasm and call it a complete city.

Our topic is the bridge of obedience. Not the grim, compulsory obedience of apartheid’s unjust laws, but the liberating, creative obedience to Christ—the only architecture that can span the canyon between divine promise and human possession. As the Scripture declares unequivocally: “Be doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving yourselves” (James 1:22).

I. The Blueprint of Faith: Divine Design, Human Construction

Let us define our terms clearly. Faith is the God-given blueprint, the revelation of what is true and good. Obedience is the human labour of construction upon that divine foundation. A blueprint unused is a fantasy; a building without a blueprint is a collapsing folly. The great thinker Augustine understood this, arguing that philosophy—the love of wisdom—could be “plundered” for truth, much like the Israelites took Egyptian gold for God’s purposes. Yet, that plundered gold had to be used, shaped into the tabernacle. Truth must be applied.

Imagine, if you will, two builders in our modern South Africa. One receives the flawless city plans for a new, integrated suburb—a vision of homes, parks, and shared spaces. He frames the plans, hangs them in his office, hosts seminars on their beauty, but never orders a brick. The second builder receives the same plans and immediately begins to clear the ground, mix mortar, and lay the foundation. Which one truly believes in the future city? Your faith is revealed by your footsteps, not your feelings. The Prohibition of Mixed Marriages Act of 1949 was an obedience to a demonic blueprint of racial purity. It was action, yes, but action divorced from the true blueprint of Imago Dei—that every human bears God’s image. Obedience to a false plan builds a prison; obedience to God’s plan builds a bridge to freedom.

II. Dismantling the Modern Idol of Inert Belief

We must sound the alarm against a pervasive error in our churches today: the heresy of passive affirmation. It is a syncretism that blends Christian vocabulary with a culture of convenience. It says, “I have accepted Jesus in my heart,” while the hands remain idle and the will remains unyielded. This is not the faith of the apostles; it is a psychological assent, a “mottled Christianity” of Stoic detachment and emotional spirituality that Tertullian warned against.

Consider this logical syllogism:

· Premise 1: True faith, by its nature, trusts in the reliability and goodness of God’s commands.

· Premise 2: Trust, when it is genuine, inherently moves one to act in accordance with the trusted person’s guidance.

· Conclusion: Therefore, genuine faith will inherently move one to obey God’s commands.

A common objection is: “But doesn’t this sound like ‘works-righteousness’? Are we not saved by grace alone?” However, this fails because it confuses the root with the fruit. Obedience is not the root of salvation; it is its inevitable fruit. It is not the engine of the train; it is the cars being pulled along by the engine of grace. To claim the engine is running while the cars never move is a contradiction. As C.S. Lewis rightly noted, “Good philosophy must exist, if for no other reason, because bad philosophy must be answered”. The bad philosophy of our age says commitment is optional. The good philosophy of the Cross says love is obedience (John 14:15).

III. Lifting the Tool: A Personal Parable from the Jacaranda City

Let me tell you a story. Last year, the news was dominated by our nation’s firm stand at the United Nations, defending the “sovereign equality” of nations against foreign intervention. The principle was clear: a charter is meaningless unless member states actively uphold it. Around the same time, in my own Akasia, a principle was being tested in my spirit. A family from Zimbabwe, believers fleeing hardship, was struggling. The Lord’s directive was as clear as any UN charter: “Love your neighbour.” My feelings were a swirl of compassion, hesitation, and calculation.

I could have framed the blueprint. I could have prayed for them, affirmed their dignity, and even preached a sermon on Galatians 6:2. That would have been “having faith.” But faith without works is dead (James 2:17). Obedience was the bridge. It meant lifting the tool—not a trowel or a spear, but my phone, my car, my time. It meant making calls to find legal advice, driving to Home Affairs, and sharing a braai not as a social event, but as a covenant act of fellowship. The action felt small, like a single brick. But in the kingdom of God, every act of costly obedience is a keystone in the arch of a bridge that connects God’s promise of provision to a family’s possession of hope.

IV. The Unbreakable Logic of the Cross: From Promise to Possession

The culmination of all divine logic is the Cross. Here, the argument is presented in flesh and blood. God’s promise was a redeemed humanity. His method was the obedience of His Son. Philippians 2:8 states it with surgical precision: “He humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” Jesus did not merely feel solidarity with us; He enacted it. He lifted the tool of suffering and built the only bridge across the ultimate chasm—the one separating holy God from sinful humanity.

Therefore, reason itself, illuminated by Scripture and confirmed in our deepest longings, compels us to acknowledge that obedience is the grammar of love. It is how divine nouns and verbs are conjugated in a human life. The disciples on the Emmaus Road felt their hearts burn within them (Luke 24:32), but their world was changed only when their feet turned back to Jerusalem to tell the others. The early church understood the profound, puzzling mystery of the Trinity—one God in three persons—but that truth set the world aflame only when they went out and preached, healed, and served.

A Call to the Builders of the New South Africa

So, my brother, my sister, in the bustling taxi ranks of Soweto, the quiet suburbs of Camps Bay, or the student lodges of Mamelodi: what chasm lies before you? Is it the lingering divide of bitterness from our painful past? Obey Christ’s call to forgive. Is it the seductive pull of a success defined by wealth alone? Obey His command to seek first the Kingdom. Is it the fear that keeps your witness silent? Obey the Spirit’s nudge to speak.

Do not merely hold the map. Walk the road. Do not polish the spear. Throw it in the hunt. Let your hands, calloused by grace, enact what your heart has learned. The Bridge of Obedience stands ready, its foundations sunk deep in the finished work of Christ. Walk across it. For on the other side lies the possession of all His promises—a life of purpose, a faith that moves mountains, and a freedom that even the architects of apartheid could never legislate away. The city of God awaits. Build the bridge.

Amen.



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

**Restoring Relationships**

Last Tuesday, during Eskom’s Stage 6 load-shedding, I sat in my dimly lit Akasia living room, staring at a WhatsApp message from my cousin Thabo. Our once-close bond had fractured over a political debate—ANC vs. EFF—that spiraled into personal jabs. His text read: *“You’ve become a coconut, bra. Black on the outside, white-washed inside.”* My reply? A venomous *“At least I’m not a populist clown.”* Pride, that sly serpent, had coiled around our tongues.   But as the generator hummed and my coffee cooled, Colossians 3:13 flickered in my mind like a candle in the dark: *“Forgive as the Lord forgave you.”* Unconditional. No asterisks. No “but he started it.” Just grace.   **II. The Theology of Broken Pipes**   South Africa knows fractures. Our Vaal River, choked by sewage and neglect, mirrors relational toxicity—grievances left to fester. Yet, Christ’s forgiveness isn’t a passive drip; it’s a flash flood. To “bear with one another” (Colossians 3:13) is to choo...

**Cultivating Patience**

 ## The Divine Delay: When God Hits Pause on Your Breakthrough (From My Akasia Veranda) Brothers, sisters, let me tell you, this Highveld sun beating down on my veranda in Akasia isn’t just baking the pavement. It’s baking my *impatience*. You know the feeling? You’ve prayed, you’ve declared, you’ve stomped the devil’s head (in the spirit, naturally!), yet that breakthrough? It feels like waiting for a Gautrain on a public holiday schedule – promised, but mysteriously absent. Psalm 27:14 shouts: *"Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage!"* But waiting? In *this* economy? With Eskom plunging us into darkness and the price of a loaf of bread climbing faster than Table Mountain? It feels less like divine strategy and more like celestial sabotage. I get it. Just last week, stuck in the eternal queue at the Spar parking lot (seems half of Tshwane had the same pap-and-chops craving), watching my dashboard clock tick towards yet another loadshedding slot, my ow...

**Rejecting Shame Through Identity in Christ**

  I live in Akasia, Tshwane, where the jacarandas paint Pretoria’s streets with purple hope each spring. From my modest home, I watch the city hum—buses rattling down Paul Kruger Street, hawkers calling out at the Wonderpark Mall, and the chatter of students spilling from TUT’s gates. Life here is vibrant, yet beneath the surface, many of us carry an unseen weight: shame. It’s a thief that whispers lies about our worth, chaining us to past mistakes or societal labels. As a Christian writer, I’ve wrestled with this shadow myself, and I’ve learned that only one truth can break its grip—our identity in Christ. Let me take you on a journey through my own story, weaving it with the tapestry of South African life and the radiant promise of Scripture, to confront shame and embrace who we are in Him. ### A Personal Tale of Shame’s Grip A few years ago, I stood at a crossroads. I’d just lost a job I loved—a writing gig at a local magazine in Pretoria. The editor said my work was “too confro...