“I’m recovering the claim that Jesus was not crucified in a cathedral between two candles but on a cross between two thieves on the town garbage heap. At a crossroads so cosmopolitan that they had to write his title in Hebrew, Latin, and in Greek; at the kind of place where cynics talk smut and thieves cursed and the soldiers gambled. Because that’s where He died and that is what he died about and that is where churchmen should be and what churchmenship should be about.”
The preacher on TV was excitedly proclaiming to his listeners that October would be a month of outflowing. He got them riled up over the possibilities of God’s abundance saying things like, “Don’t you want to see the wicked’s wealth supernaturally show up in your bank account?” The congregation hollers in agreement. “Wouldn’t you like to look in the mirror and see yourself become supernaturally younger?” The congregation amen’s in unison. I turned it off there, disgusted.
I never watch 60 Minutes but there was nothing else on. Soon they would have a story about a school shooting last year and the coach turned hero. I was intrigued. By the end of the segment I would be weeping and had to leave the room.
He ran the shooter out of the school with no thought to his own security. He stayed with three boys while they breathed their last breath. During the interview he said that as he first heard the shots he prayed, “God, be with us in this.” [...Read the rest of the story here.]