to do

A professor and philosopher named John Vervaeke has developed a framework called the “4P Metatheory of Cognition.” He uses four terms to explain four different ways we measure what we know and how we know it: Propositional knowledge, procedural knowledge, perspectival knowledge, and participatory knowledge. I have been thinking about these four terms a lot and how they relate to our faith; this will serve as the framework for a four-part series leading up to The Bible180 Challenge 2025. (Nearly 600 people have already joined the wait list to read with us! I can’t wait!)

Read the previous post in this series here.


The second term in Vervaeke’s theory is procedural knowledge.

If I went to Bible school for the acquisition of a creed at age 18—to learn how to assent to a proposition like “God is my Heavenly Father”—then I went to church for my entire life, in substantial part, to gain some understanding of what being a child of God actually looks like. The how-to. The procedure.

Procedural knowledge is a step deeper than propositional knowledge because it requires more of me: I have to do something, not just assent to something. At the same time, it’s also a notch less complicated in that it doesn’t require as many higher-order cognitive skills. A brand-new baby may not know how to do much beyond what their instincts demand, but an older baby quickly learns cause and effect, following simple steps to get the thing they want.

The beauty of procedural knowledge when it comes to something like “God is my Heavenly Father” is that we all know something about how to be a child (although those of us blessed with good parents and happy childhoods might find this procedural knowledge more accessible than those who weren’t). As children, we were dependent on two people with more power and capability to provide for our needs; we were at the mercy of those two people to be good to us, because we had no recourse if they were not. We ate what they fed us, we did what they told us, we lived where they moved us.

If we learned the “how-to” of being children well, particularly from parents who taught us well, then the leap to being children of a Heavenly Father is not a difficult one. It’s easy to see how assenting to the proposition that God is our Heavenly Father is given legs to stand on when we take that knowledge into our actions: when we depend on Him, trust His goodness, follow His lead, and obey His commands.

My brothers and sisters, what good is it if people say they have faith but do nothing to show it? Claiming to have faith can’t save anyone, can it? Imagine a brother or sister who is naked and never has enough food to eat. What if one of you said, “Go in peace! Stay warm! Have a nice meal!”? What good is it if you don’t actually give them what their body needs? In the same way, faith is dead when it doesn’t result in faithful activity.

Someone might claim, “You have faith and I have action.” But how can I see your faith apart from your actions? Instead, I’ll show you my faith by putting it into practice in faithful action.

James 2:14-18

It’s far easier to show what we really believe through how we behave than through what we claim or recite. Propositional knowledge is all well and good, but procedural knowledge will prove—or disprove!—our sincerity every time.

This can be deeply challenging for those who are prone to guilt and shame, for those who don’t have a positive experience of being a child to fall back on, and for those who have a strong fear or aversion to the idea that they can play any active role in their own faith. In such cases, it can feel a lot safer to stay in the world of propositions, where the knowledge can stay primarily theoretical and intellectual and grown-up.

Maturing into the deeper and simpler knowledge of a child might seem extremely uncomfortable. It is for me, often. My brain is my safest place: logic, analysis, and objectivity are there. But so is my inner scribe, Pharisee, and scholar of the law that makes it so terribly hard to enter the kingdom of heaven like a child.

Let me only remind you that when you were a child, your child-ness was defined by your immovable position in the family, not by how “good” you were at filling the role. Flawed though they were, your parents didn’t exchange you for someone else when you disobeyed, disrespected, or distrusted them. You were, and are, always their child—an unchangeable status that you could reflect more perfectly or less perfectly on any given day.

So it is with being a child of God. We are adopted into His family to share in the inheritance of His Son. How we live may reflect how much (and how accurately) we believe that, but never the effectiveness of what He has done to give us this status.

As we prepare to read through the Bible in 2025, may the very act of reading the Scriptures each day become evidence to you of what you know and believe: Not that you have attained a perfect theology (because no one has), but that you are doing what you know.

Like my mostly-still-nonverbal 17-month-old, who tells me she wants a snack by crying and running to the kitchen, you are a little child asking your Father for the food of His Word every day—by simply opening it and reading.

to know

A professor and philosopher named John Vervaeke has developed a framework called the “4P Metatheory of Cognition.” He uses four terms to explain four different ways we measure what we know and how we know it: Propositional knowledge, procedural knowledge, perspectival knowledge, and participatory knowledge. I have been thinking about these four terms a lot and how they relate to our faith; this will serve as the framework for a four-part series leading up to The Bible180 Challenge 2025. (Nearly 600 people have already joined the wait list to read with us! I can’t wait!)


Years ago, shortly after I graduated from Bible school and got married, I went down a rabbit hole of personal study on the concept of making disciples. I actually wrote a pretty substantial project on it—the bones of a book or Bible study one day, maybe—following the threads of Jesus’s last teachings to His disciples in John 15-17 and John’s expansion on many of the same themes in the letter of I John.

That project was the first time I put any words to the nuance and depth and manifold meaning available in our English verb, “to know.”

I went to Bible school because I wanted to know: I wanted to know what the Bible said. I wanted to know what God said. I wanted to know how it all worked and where the foundations of my childhood faith lay. I wanted to know, on the Bible’s own terms, everything I needed to know about being a Christian.

It was a quest for facts, a creed, a statement of faith.

This is what Vervaeke would call propositional knowledge, at the same time the most basic and the most complex form of knowing. Basic, because it’s so easy to communicate; complex, because it requires the development of higher order cognitive skills like language, judgment, and abstract thinking.

“God is our Heavenly Father” is a proposition. In just five English words you can claim to know something. I agree; God is our Heavenly Father. I know this to be true.

But suppose I said the same thing to my 4-year-old: “God is our Heavenly Father.” She might accept the statement, but does she now know anything? Probably not, or at least not until she peppers me with clarifying questions: “What is heavenly? How do we have a heavenly father? Whose father is He? Is God a person? Where is heaven?”

She has some language skills—maybe even above-average language skills—but she doesn’t have the life experience and cognitive development needed to place these particular words into a context that makes sense to her and accurately reflects their meaning. Even if she did, she wouldn’t have the abstract thinking ability to say that “God is our Father” and realize it means something very different when we say it about God than it does when we say it about Daddy.

Or suppose I said it to my 17-month-old: “God is our Heavenly Father.” She has enough receptive language to know what I mean when I say “Go get the block” or “Do you want a hug?” but “God is our Heavenly Father” probably just sounds like so much gibberish. It means nothing.

This leads me back to a passage I meditate on often now that I’m a parent:

People were bringing children to Jesus so that he would bless them. But the disciples scolded them. When Jesus saw this, he grew angry and said to them, “Allow the children to come to me. Don’t forbid them, because God’s kingdom belongs to people like these children. I assure you that whoever doesn’t welcome God’s kingdom like a child will never enter it.” Then he hugged the children and blessed them.

Mark 10:13-16 CEB

The specific Greek word for “child” used by Jesus in verse 15 is one that would normally be used for a very young child or an infant—certainly no older than age 7. Certainly not of the age required to propositionally know the facts about God’s kingdom in any meaningful way.

And yet we often place an outsized emphasis on this kind of knowing. We build denominations around very specific summaries of theology based on what we deem to be the facts of Scripture. We ask for a factual summary of the Gospel when we baptize believers or confirm new church members. We fill up every Sunday on propositional knowledge from long, detailed, verse-by-verse sermons. And that’s good. But it’s not all.

It reminds me of myself at age 3 or 4, when I “asked Jesus into my heart” and honestly thought I had a miniature bearded man living inside my body, eating the food I swallowed and walking in a garden of broccoli-crown trees. A fact like “When you are saved, the Spirit of Christ dwells within you” is totally inaccessible to the concrete mind of a preschooler. But according to Jesus, salvation is most available to those who have no capacity to understand such a fact.

As we prepare to read through the Bible in 2025, my hope is that our increasing propositional knowledge will not satisfy, but will lead to a hunger for knowledge that goes far deeper. Instead of learning more theological facts, more Bible verses to whip out as an end to conversation or debate, I pray we learn to let God’s Word take its place as the beginning.

A starting place for life as a New Creation.

truth and beauty

I wish I had music in my soul. It seems easier to put voice to it all that way, to put the hard unbeautiful words into some beautiful form that goes down easier. You can say more while saying less and the critics are too busy nitpicking the sound to go hard against the lyrics.

Plain words in a plain paragraph form, like this, leave nowhere to hide. I tell you what I think and wait to be torn to shreds for it. I write prose for the same reason people write poetry, but without the poetic form to excuse my emotion as “art.” Mine will be dismissed as the emotions of a weak vessel, but if this were a song the emotions would be considered its life force.

The feelings are allowed in art.

No wonder art has lost its place in church.

There’s at least some small exodus from Evangelicalism, Inc., with its warehouse buildings and windowless sanctuaries, back into traditions that lean into rhyme, rhythm, color, and beauty along with the truth. To my surprise, I have joined it.

If you follow my life in a timeline of the churches I’ve been part of, you’ll find that I followed the light: from four different windowless warehouses with bare walls to migrating into the well-lit foyer to, finally, sitting down every week in a cozy former synagogue with tall windows down each side, sunlight pouring generously in. There are small reproduced paintings in between the window frames depicting various Biblical scenes, and colorful banners hang on the walls. The altar is draped in rich fabric according to the liturgical season. Candles flicker. It’s humble, and it’s beautiful.

The feelings are allowed in beauty.

Truth and beauty are two of my highest values, but they’ve always felt at odds with each other. In this culture, we use phrases like “the awful truth” or “the ugly truth”—the thing nobody wants to hear, but somebody has to be brave enough to say. Those who offend with the truth get recognition. For several years, I tried this tactic on for size in my own writing, and it worked; it got a lot of comments and shares and traffic. It felt like I was doing something that mattered.

But it was ugly. Marked by pride, flattery, ego, and conflict. Even if everything I wrote was true, very little of it was honest.

Honesty is where truth and beauty find overlap.

The feelings are allowed in honesty.

In the realm of Christianity I’ve spent the most time in, there is this unspoken idea that the only really-true truth is the one that has been stripped of every element of life. “Real” truth, Truth with a capital T, should sound like a mathematical fact or a scientific law: black and white and unarguable and entirely dismissive of complicating factors like God or relationship or humanity.

Any emotion or soul or spirit—even the Holy Spirit Himself—renders a truth-claim suspect.

It’s idiotic, really. We were made human, in the image of God, only to attempt to become robots in how we discern what is true. We’ve made a sort of idol out of certainty—out of being able to believe a “fact” simply because “God said so,” without regard for the creative evidence both within us and without us that screams our facts are at best incomplete. Our truth is not honest.

If we are honest, humans were created for beauty. Humans are wired for emotions. Humans thrive in relationship. If we’re honest, relationships and emotions are some of the messiest and grayest areas of life. You can’t slap a mathematical fact or a scientific law on any of it. It’s just too unpredictable.

To me, that’s why it’s beautiful.

It’s a glimpse of God at work—glorious, fierce, incomprehensible. It’s a reminder that I am not in control and I don’t get to tell Him who He is. It’s walking under the trees in a whipping wind while the sky roils with thunderheads, or lying in the grass with the sun on your face and the thin buzz of honeybees all around. It’s the familiar rhythm of spring rolling into summer or the phases of the moon, punctuated by the chaos of invisible solar storms or devastating natural disasters.

There is order and there is chaos. There is truth and there is beauty. There is body and there is emotion. There is what we know and a whole universe of what we don’t know at all.

Honesty—the space where truth and beauty overlap—is what I see at the heart of the exodus from warehouse to window-light. I, for one, am worn out by robotic certainty and “the ugly truth,” because I know that the honest truth, the truth that holds space for the divine as well as the human, is beautiful.

God is beautiful and the maker of beauty. God is true and the standard of truth. My job, as His image-bearer and witness, is honesty.