It feels like opposition is coming upon us like a cresting tidal wave. It seems like everything is on the verge of crashing down around us. Views once mainstream are now being condemned as extreme, bigoted, and even dangerous.
Have you ever heard the Gospel presented in that way?
No one likes to be judged. That seems to be a universal truth. We don’t like others standing over us in judgment.
Imagine that you were reclining at that table, 2,000 years ago. What would you have said? Would you have let him do it?
It’s an old-fashioned, religious kind of word—the type of word that I find myself recoiling from. It conjures up images high-pressure alter calls.
I’ve been struggling a lot lately with the Gospel. I am certainly convinced that the Gospel is true. It is too good not to be true.
We’ve just concluded a short series on stewardship on Sunday mornings. This Sunday, we are transitioning to a study on the book of Ephesians.
I love the Gospel—I really do. I forget the Gospel—all the time. How can I be so quick to move on from something that is so spectacular?