"...one of the profoundest paradoxes of contemporary Church life: that week by week we drowsily summon the God who shouted Job down out of the tempest, and blithely invoke Him who toppled Pharaoh's empire with wave after wave of catastrophe. We glibly propose to encounter the King of kings who could wither a tree with a glance and who cracked Death itself in two as though we were taking a trip to the post office. The contradiction between the extraordinary claims we make about the God we worship and the lackadaisical, flip, or trite ways in which we engage in our worship of Him betrays a fact about us that is both too obvious to need saying and to difficult to bear saying: Hardly any of us believes a word of Christianity anymore. What ever can I mean? Do we not say the Creed? Have I not accepted Jesus Christ as my very own personal Lord and Savior? Can I not check all of the necessary doctrinal boxes? Yes, yes, yes. That's all very well. But in our bones we believe something else entirely."
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