Infiltrators Who Double Down
Jude 1:12-13
"These are the ones who are hidden reefs in your love feasts when they feast with you without fear, like shepherds caring only for themselves; clouds without water, carried along by winds; autumn trees without fruit, doubly dead, uprooted; wild waves of the sea, churning up their own shameful deeds like dirty foam; wandering stars, for whom the [netherworld] gloom of darkness has been reserved forever."
After tracing their path through the way of Cain, the error of Balaam, and the rebellion of Korah, Jude now piles up five vivid images that expose what they actually are among the people of God.
Murmurers, complainers, politicians. Like submerged rocks (hidden reefs) that tear up the ships that travel in that way. Feeding off the flocks they were meant to care for. They take, they consume, they leave the people of God vulnerable. This isn't just about doctrinal disputes between Christians who disagree about process and form; the error is relational and pastoral betrayal right in the midst of Christian fellowship.
They promise rain but deliver nothing (clouds without water, carried along by winds). Teachers who appear spiritual, speak of grace and freedom, yet leave the soul parched. Driven by whatever current of opinion, desire, or novelty is blowing at the moment. No anchor. No Pilot. No rudder even. Just grabbing onto whatever handhold that comes along. Paddling around in circles.
The sea in Scripture often stands as a picture of a restlessness, a chaotic scene of humanity. Never truly calm, often darkened by the swirling silt and muddy waters of the eroded land it smashes up against. Jude describes false teaching that leaves a trail of moral and spiritual pollution that cannot be hidden (wild waves of the sea, churning up their own shameful deeds like dirty foam). What they produce is not fruit for the kingdom but the visible residue of their own impurity. You see them for who they truly are when they lash out with meanness and hatred for the fellowship having found themselves in opposition to that congregation.
My wife hates late fall and especially the winter that follows because the trees are barren. In her words, "everything looks dead".
I, on the other hand, love seeing all the "beauty" in the structure of the trees. I often say I love the winter because I can see the form and nuanced colors of the various tree varieties. I'll look out at a meadow surrounded by a forest in winter and imagine what colors I'll need to mix the paint to recreate all the various colors of the dried out grasses and bushes. All the textures and shades of light being projected and reflected. Hues of red and yellow, oranges and green. Subtle yes, but nothing is dead to me until it's completely gray or black.
When you're a plant geek like me you know how to recognize life in the winter. It's resting but not dead. The potential for spring is still there. But what Jude is describing is the lack of potential. In fact the impossibility of life. Doubly dead. Dead dead (autumn trees without fruit, doubly dead, uprooted). These aren't just trees that are sleeping the winter away, they've been uprooted by a wind storm maybe or a flood that softened and eroded the earth around its roots. It cannot recover because its connection to the ground is severed. It's dead dead. And the color is gone leaving behind the grayness of dying and the black of death. These stand out in the landscape, stark and defined by the contrast. No light left in them. Dull and lifeless. It's that deadness that makes them look out of place.
Like a shooting star wizzing across the night sky, brightly glowing and then gone. These teachers claim to give light and direction, yet they themselves are lost and lead others astray. Not like the fixed stars that faithfully guide travelers (wandering stars, for whom the gloom of darkness has been reserved forever). Ironically, their end is fixed.
The parallel is deliberate and severe. The same God who keeps the elect for Jesus Christ has also reserved a place of everlasting darkness for those who persistently deny Him while claiming His name. A double portion of darkness.
Jude begins his letter by identifying the readers as those who are "called...beloved in God the Father and kept for Jesus Christ." He ends it by declaring that this same God is able to keep them from stumbling and to present them blameless before His glory with great joy. The keeping is real, active, and certain for the true saints. In the middle of that sandwich of divine keeping sits the opposite reservation...the blackness of darkness forever.
Their end is not accidental; it is appointed judgment. They claimed light while having none. They offered direction while being lost. They sat in the light of the love feasts while remaining in darkness. Those who traded in false light receive a deeper, final darkness. The same God who preserves His own is not soft on those who use His name to shipwreck others.
Outer darkness (doubly dark) should terrify everyone. Jesus spoke often about this reality. The same loving, kind, empathetic shepherd in Matthew 8:12, 22:13, and 25:30, describes people being cast into the outer darkness; outside the light of the kingdom feast, outside the presence of the King, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. It's not just the mere absence of light, it's much more than darkness, it's final.
The terror of outer darkness is meant to drive us deeper into the keeping to the power of the One who is able to present His people blameless before His glory with great joy. The practical edge remains the same.
Stay near the true Light.
Build on the most holy faith.
Pray in the Spirit.
Keep yourselves in the love of God.
Wait for the mercy of Jesus Christ that leads to eternal life.
Amen 🙏🏼