Just Shoot Me.

Let's start this off with a bang, shall we?  I think we have some major issues as christians that need addressing and I'm not afraid of making anyone upset anymore.  It's high time, friends, that we stop putting up walls around the things that frighten us, the monster only gets bigger.  There was a time in my life where I would have read a blog like this one and pissed all over myself.  Like some of you who will read this blog I would have responded without having thought about the material for myself.  I might as well have had my churches logo tattooed on my forehead.  I challenge you who read this, THINK FOR YOURSELVES.  No longer accept any wind of doctrine, discard everything but Jesus, put down the theology book, let's talk about what we're doing with our lives.  Who is our God?

I think we have used the Bible to hold us back from the evil in the world.  We've looked around and become frightened by the teenage pregnancy, the drug and alcohol abuse, the arguments that cause hatred, the divorces that follow.  Instead of allowing the word to propel us forward into new exciting frontiers we've written "christian music" that sounds the same today as it sounded 20 years ago and nobody thinks that sucks because it's safe.  News flash!  The gospel is not safe, and if yours is it's not the gospel of Christ, the crucified son of God.  If we think that writing safe, uncreative music is glorifying the God who created us in His image with characteristics of His creativity, then I suggest we also do church the same way every sunday too (oh, yeah... we do).

What I'm suggesting is a complete change of pace, constantly.  Allowing us to get comfortable in church (and in worship) is one of the worst mistakes we've ever made as christians who call themselves "on fire".  Have you ever just sat and watched a worship "service" at a church?  Just remove yourselves from the heart string tugs and acronyms long enough to watch every one of the people sing the words to the music they heard last sunday as easily as they drive home to the suburbs everyday, having memorized the roads by heart and never realizing they even left church until the kids hop out onto the driveway and they remember that they forgot to stop at the grocery store.