My retort to this shallow youngster was, “What is love?”
Superfun Rockband church™ has poisoned so many people into thinking that love, and thus Jesus, is just a nebulous, warm fuzzy feeling that one gets by sitting around on a floor in a circle and listening to Michael W. Smith songs. Love is banality. Love is insipidity. Love is tranquilizing and obtuse. Jesus is your imaginary friend, who like a Golden Retriever, does nothing more than lay at your feet, be warm and fuzzy and look pretty, and when inconvenient can be sent outside to sleep on the porch.
No, young pagan. Jesus Christ is ferocious. Love is ferocious. Love burns, immolates and consumes itself, but is never never exhausted because He is infinite. Jesus isn’t nice. Jesus commands every one of us to hate with the passion of a thousand suns all evil, hate all sin and to never rest until it is either exterminated, or we rest in Him.
You don’t hold hands with satan and love evil. Incredibly bad music, warm fuzzy feeeeeeeelings and your imaginary friend/pet “jesus” aren’t going to save anyone or anything. They are only going to get people killed, and more importantly, they are going to get souls lost forever to hell, including possibly yours so long as you remain outside the Church and a devout pantheistic self-worshiping pagan. Love, and thus Christ, means fighting evil for the sake of your fellow man and laying down your life to get not just yourself, but a many people as possible to heaven.
The modern working definition of indifference, which is indeed the opposite of love, and thus in opposition to Christ, is naval-gazing self-worship and the elevation of sentiment and feeeeeeeelings over Truth.
Either hate evil and witness to the Truth, or sit your neo-pagan ass down and stay out of the way of those of us who will. How did our Lord put it to Peter when Peter tried to tell Jesus that He didn’t need to tangle with evil?
Who turning, said to Peter: Go behind Me, Satan, thou art a scandal unto Me: because thou savourest not the things that are of God, but the things that are of men.
Yep. There’s that warm, fuzzy Jesus again, just chillin’ and being all nice and all about feeeeeeeeeelings. Man, if Peter had only had a guitar and could have broken into some praise and worship 7-11 crap, he might have talked Christ out of the Cross. Eyeroll.
(If you’re thinking that this post makes the post below ironic or even contradictory, just think on the words, “You give me cause for love that I can’t hide.”
“Love that I can’t hide.” Maybe like, witnessing to the Truth, even if it comes at a steep financial cost, or everyone hates you for it, and some even want to kill you . . . ?)
From Ann Barnhardt: http://barnhardt.biz/