This Sunday will be just another Sunday.
In many places it will be about the same temperature as the temperature in April.
There will be no particular unspoken excitement in the air.
There will be nothing "extra" that goes on.
There will be no particular bulletins printed.
No new clothes bought particularly for this weekend.
No special meals prepared.
No extra spring in anyone's step.
No wider smiles given or cordialities shown to others passed by.
No special dramas.
No particular productions.
No vividly artful bulletins. No exclamation point following the phrase on the front.
Today, this Sunday, any day is none lesser than "that" Sunday each spring.
Nor is "that" Sunday in the spring tangibly any more than today or any day.
There's way too much fake charisma going around for this to imply a call for superficial Jesus-giddyness every day.
Rather, just a note that appearances and faces, regular as clockwork (yawn), never cease to underwhelm.
2 comments:
Sometimes I think I am too nuts for Church, JTT.
You'd be so proud...came up with a new word to describe my disdain for all that charisma ..."Fakianity." So sick of what one of John's songs describes "fortune cookie truths". Tiny blurbs of 'wisdom' encased in a sweet but stale shell. UGH!
I think you're done with it.
It has NOTHING to do with holiness or holier-than-thou. Rather, it has to do with exactly what you said, being done with fortune-cookie truths. That is such an awesome parallel...rock city!
I've got mixed sentiments about the charisma.
I have tasted Living Water and seen the no-b.s. power of God. It is stunning, and (not trying to overuse the word) awesome.
And then on the flip side it seems everywhere nowadays there is no shortage of imitation-charisma in WAY too many places.
I've got my theory on how/why all this fake b.s. has cropped up. One of the saddest things about this is the reason they do it is not the reason given for doing it.
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