Honey I've shrunk our God!
Building on a mull about how small a God we are content with - I ran into this words by John White:
"The past half a century God has been trivalised, packaged for entertainment, presented as a sort of pyschological panacea, a heavenly glue to keep happy families together, a celestial slot machine to respond to our whims , a formula for success, a fund raiser for pseudo-religious enterprises, a slick phrase for bumper stickers and a sort of holy pie and ice cream. How impoverished this all is, how virtually blasphemous when compared to experiences in scripture."
Ouch - how guilty are we, how dilute can we make missio dei by following our own pre-occupied missional agendas?
"The past half a century God has been trivalised, packaged for entertainment, presented as a sort of pyschological panacea, a heavenly glue to keep happy families together, a celestial slot machine to respond to our whims , a formula for success, a fund raiser for pseudo-religious enterprises, a slick phrase for bumper stickers and a sort of holy pie and ice cream. How impoverished this all is, how virtually blasphemous when compared to experiences in scripture."
Ouch - how guilty are we, how dilute can we make missio dei by following our own pre-occupied missional agendas?
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