I read this today on Generation Cedar, which was actually a reposting of something she had seen somewhere else, and just had to pass it on. How true this is of so many churches out there.
“Maybe Christianity is sort of girlie….”
“All the music was so sentimental and touchy-feely,” he said. “And it went on and on as though the musicians were trying to work us up into a sugary trance. One more refrain of ‘His Banner Over Me is Luhhhv’ and I think I would have passed out. You know that song?”…
“Wait, I’m not finished. It’s also hard to sing. I used to think that’s just because I’m not a great singer, but I can sing other songs. This time it hit me. The problem is that most of it is pitched way too high for male voices. Wouldn’t you call that girlie?”
“It would certainly raise questions,” I answered.
“It sure raised questions for me. Then, when the offering was collected, a woman from the choir crooned a solo.”
“A hymn?”
“Not like that. More like Jesus was her boyfriend. I was actually embarrassed.”
“Oh.”
“And the sermon was gooey. Do you know what I mean? Lots of sweet sentiments about luhhhv, just like Nathan said — but nothing uncomfortable, nothing challenging, nothing that forced you to think, nothing that made you want to go out and do hard things….”
“Understand, Professor, I’m not against love. At least I don’t think I am. It’s just —” His shoulders slumped again. “It’s just that I’m a little tired of hearing about it right now.”
“I’m not so sure you’ve heard anything about love.”
He looked up. “Huh? Isn’t that what we’ve been talking about?”
“No, I think we’ve been talking about luhhhv…."
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