<< Months of Sundays bleed into each other, instead of facing the world we run for cover. Moving on but something's missing. What you thought was the mainstream is just another rut: another pentecostal, charismatic, speaking in tongues, raising your hands, full gospel businessmen's, women's aglow, praise the lord, songs of the kingdom, street witnessing church hopping, Toronto-pepsicola view of religion that gave away grace in favour of law until another congregation spilt and walked out the door. Head full of yesterday's miracles and urban legends of angels on assignment, time-warp preachers in two places at once and missionary tales in far off colourful lands where thousands are healed at the touch of a hand. >> |