So I was just thinking, we don't talking about evangelism enough on this here blog. No, that's a lie, I would never think something like that. I couldn't even finish my own half-written, amazingly brilliant series on the subject. If I'd finished it, however, I'd have asked Mike to write the introduction.
The Primate of Idaho tells a story:
I think that evangelism is odd. DO NOT get me wrong. If any of you know me in person, you know how I approach this whole subject. But, most of the time I want to punch the little aspiring-Finney in the teeth. Just yesterday I was asked by these two little charismatic evangelicals if I wanted to stick my finger on this "special spiritual card" that would change colors if I was a good person. It didn't change colors. I am obviosuly bound to hell. Until I master the fine practice of alchemy, it looks like I am damned with the rest of the cardholders whose color never did anything. It's ok, I guess. They asked me if I knew who Jesus was. I said yes, he is a guy and God. They smiled. I was then given 140 dollars in concert tickets to a bunch of CCM artisits who will play here in August. I sold them for a hundred. Everybody wins. Anywho, back to evagelism, I think we need to rethink it. Maybe even stop and try to do this whole "incarnational living" thing that the Gospels like to talk about. Taking on Christ and such... Maybe they weren't too far off with that issue... I mean, do you see St. Paul with a color-changy card?Sometimes people have to ask the important questions and start ditching some (little t) traditions in the name of faithfulness to Christ and his Church. This is one of them. And I promise you, there are no babies in that bathwater. None. Not a baby to be found. There rarely is.