I know I sound like a broken record, and I know it just means I need to get off my ass and start writing again, but John Pavlovitz once again articulates my thoughts. And probably in a better way than I do.
Some days I feel like filing a Missing Persons Report for Jesus.
I survey the media landscape of what so many identify as representing Christianity in my country and it feels like he has all but vanished.
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the line my faith tradition got hijacked.
I suppose it was a half a century or so ago as the Evangelical Church and American Politics started an ill-advised courtship, and the public face of the people of Jesus in the U.S. gradually became a bunch of angry, middle-aged, upper middle class, largely white, largely male folks with entitlement issues and persecution complexes.
You know the ones. They’re everywhere. They have billion dollar media empires and multi-pronged ministry machines and millions of devoted followers. Regularly they broker in a familiar brand of righteous bitterness, always publicly wringing their hands and beating their breasts, as they remind the watching world that once again the sky is indeed…
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