I heard a very interesting take on Christianity today. We worship a homeless guy who was murdered. Admittedly, the language is harsh (the speakers professed pupose), but there are still some interesting questions that this type of language begs to have answered. Isd this type of language acceptable in today’s church? When I speak of today’s church, I don’t mean to talk about a Sunday morning worship service. That is one very small part of the church. I mean is the average professing Christian going to stand up and declare unashamedly that they love and serve, that they have given their life to, that they would die and have died (to themselves) for a homeless man who was murdered?
Is the romance gone or just beginning?
Should there be romance in religion? This isn’t the romance of flowers and a candle light dinner. This is the romance of mystery and excitement. What could be more exciting than coming to the realization that your whole existence is boiled down to believing that a homeless man who was murdered is your only chance at avoiding eternal damnation?
