So why do our churches feel more like country clubs than AA? Why do we mumble through rote confessions and then conjure plastic Barbie and Ken smiles as we turn to each other to pass the peace? What makes us exchange the regular pleasantries – “I’m fine. How are you?“ – while mingling beneath a cross upon which hangs a beaten, nearly naked man, suffering publicly on our behalf?
-Rachel Held Evans
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