Here’s a good look at what the point should be:
It is easy for us to become numb and fall accustomed to our sacred traditions. Our world becomes a series of Sundays scratched off on our calendars, an X next to every attended church event. We lose our focus on the intended purpose for our life as we become buried in the visceral, the obsolete, the finish of the paint job on the shell over our meaningful existences. The Love that conquered the world has somehow been stitched into a Sunday suit worn twice a week at most. Our version of being the Light is refusing to see the opening of The Golden Compass so that the viral news headlines read “Heretical Hollywood Tanks in the Box Office.” The 84% “Christian” population has done their part while supporting next year’s blockbuster lineup of busty babes that is considered acceptable viewing material as long as you’ve sprouted a few hairs on various parts of your body.
He concludes with:
I’m not an advocate for the drive-by antics of the “street-vendor-esque” minister, peddling salvation for head counts or ticket sales. But those admonitions are vaporised when the testimony of encouraging other believers to shine their Light like an exploding star is introduced into the equation. And in a time as critical as now, it’s really not conducive to the Message to be debating evangelistic strategies.
I am saddened by those who scowl at the minister of the Love message, but no matter how sad it is, I deplore the believer scowling back and would always be firstly concerned with reaching the unbeliever on an intimate, serious level, before some vain attempt to fulfill a personal quota for evangelistic shrapnel discharge. And I would gladly leap in front of that sort of spiritual buckshot and take the hit for a chance to reach that person on purely love-driven motives.
I want to encourage everyone to take the responsibility to live the life of a true follower of God. To be rivers of righteousness, mighty floods of justice. Take a stand for the message of salvation, that is life to them that believe. Be the hands, feet, and voice of Christ in your school, job, neighborhood, home, etc. And don’t limit yourself to the passively receptive. Fight for the lost souls and the aggressive anti-evangelic. If you take the time to reach into someone’s heart, you’ll find there are many modern-day Paul’s worth fighting for.
Right on.
Have I mentioned lately how much I miss North Carolina? Do you see this beautiful picture? The trees! I miss the trees! Often, I’ll say that to my friends, and one of them will inevitably point to a tree and exclaim, “Look! There’s a tree!”
