This isn’t going to be much of a piece defending and advocating the use of the term “Father” for our confessional Lutheran pastorate. That is simply a “dog that won’t hunt” amongst our Americanized laity (i.e. our radicalized—in the French Revolution sense—individualized, and atomized John Wayne ruggedness). We who attempt to foster the term “Father” would have a better chance of getting “Grandma Schmidt” to become a Unitarian than in using said terminology.
Sure it’s in the Scriptures (Father Abraham, Paul’s self designation Vis-a-vis Saint Timothy) and in the Confessions (Luther’s three-fold fatherhood) but it bespeaks Papalism to our people yesterday, today, and forever.
So I don’t presume to argue its merits. I just plain “DO IT,” that is I use the term. I use the term “Father” for myself and for my brethren in office for one main reason: It smokes out the crypto-evangelicals who pretend to be well educated Concordians. Also, it is the truest “silver bullet” to put down the Belial werebeast which is radical feminized “Christianity,” which in reality is no Christianity at all but merely pagan fertility ju ju. If you’ve got a woman priestitute you don’t have the Jesus of Holy Writ—period!
As I’ve said many times in the past, women usurpers may be good at impersonating men; they can wear pants, clerical collars; they can preach and speak with eloquence and power (kind of like the snake in Eden); they can smoke cigars, grow beards and spit better than me; but there’s one thing they can NEVER, EVER be…and that’s FATHER.
So if the castration of the clergy bothers you, if the girly-fication of the historic faith causes you to experience abdominal pains, start calling your pastor “Father.”
It’s a small pebble to be sure, but when hurled with the proper force of Christ’s own male incarnation, it can be the stone of David felling the giant of satanic gender theft.