Guitar in the Brain

Sometimes when I’m walking down the street and the sun is shining and it’s springtime and it feels really good I wish I could be in one of those videos where there’s a band walking behind you playing one of those popular radio hits that were made for warm, sunny, spring days when you have to crank up the radio and roll the windows down–or if you walk just smile and sing to yourself; which is exactly why I need the band to follow me. The soaring electric guitar parts don’t work as well in your head.


Why do I have so little understanding of the power available to me? Why does the life changing power change so little in my life? Am I that stubborn? That apathetic? That comfortable? Am I too interested in myself to care? What I know I need to do I don’t do, and what I know won’t help, I do. The question is do I really want to do what I need to do, or do I just know I need to do it? I like to blame it on a lot of things, too. It’s my culture. It’s my generation. It’s the way things are. Things are the way you make them, I say with defiance, and then go along with it anyway. What am I doing?

Moral Chapter 11

I find it curious that Christian leaders claim that we live in a morally bankrupt society. If our society is morally bankrupt, do you think it has anything to do with the fact that Christians are noticeably absent? Perhaps our Christian leaders aren’t very good leaders.

If society is without morals, it’s because we have few good examples. Why? All the good examples are hidden away in our Christian subculture, right where no one in mainstream society can find them. How can we complain that people are morally bankrupt when we’ve squirreled truth away in our Christian bookstores?

It seems the church of today is frightened and scared. We pull our children from the public schools and batten down the hatches. If society is messed up, we better circle the wagons and hope we can survive. I don’t know about you, but the Savior I believe in didn’t care about the odds. He didn’t care if the battle was lost, he showed up to fight anyway. And he won. We have almighty God on our side, yet we hide in the Christian bookstore and hope to snag a few pagans off the sidewalk. I’m sorry, but that’s not how church works. Jesus didn’t wait for the people to come to him, he went to the people. He found the morally bankrupt people, he had dinner at their houses, and then he gave them the truth they so desperately needed.