How arrogant we are to think that we can rewrite and edit the Scripture because we are uncomfortable with things like hell and condemning certain sins, as leaders in the "emergent church" movement have enterprised to do, under the guise of making things more comfortable for those "seekers" among us.
Does our Saviour shake His head? The head that wore a crown of thorns for my wretched behavior.
Do we think we are so creative and innovative to come up with this new way of doing things, when really these tired old ideas of the social gospel in the last century have just received shiny, fresh new wrapping paper?
Then this song comes to mind:
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
Shame on us for discarding THE most precious thing to ever be presented: unconditional love. Not the fickle, shallow, white suburban easy comfortable way we would like to define love as we lounge on couches casually sipping lattes. No, real love is bloody and involves excruciating pain. It means recognizing that we are not good at heart but actually rotten, selfish and horribly needy. Real love stooped down to the human level and took on skin when He could have been enjoying the sinless perfection of Heaven. It's love that is uncomfortable to think about because it shows us how really desperately needy we are to need such drastic measures.
Honestly if we want another religion the options are endless - all of them different human flavored varieties.
But to insult the Almighty God of the Universe, whose endless creativity has fashioned billions of individuals each unique and whose precision keeps the Sun from melting everything else and the orbit of the Universe to work, by trying to redefine and reconfigure the single greatest act of love in the history of His Universe because it is uncomfortable is despicable.
Honestly if we want another religion the options are endless - all of them different human flavored varieties.
But to insult the Almighty God of the Universe, whose endless creativity has fashioned billions of individuals each unique and whose precision keeps the Sun from melting everything else and the orbit of the Universe to work, by trying to redefine and reconfigure the single greatest act of love in the history of His Universe because it is uncomfortable is despicable.
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