Come along with me on a fabled trip to our past.
It will be a journey of rediscovery, one in which
old familiar sites are revisited,
and witnessed as if through new eyes.
Welcome on this trip, of course, are those new to faith, new to this life of sanctification through the blood of God’s Son. You may see sights and learn things heretofore unimagined.
But the invitation is extended particularly to those old in the faith—those on whom the crust of religion has built up like a suit of heavy, rusted armor. This is the group to which I belong, a group whose members are of sincere but possibly callused hearts, to whom religion has become so familiar that it may have become something monotonous—even trite. For members of this group the familiar lingua franca of the church now rolls trippingly, flawlessly, often meaninglessly off the tongue. Life in Christ may have become something automatic, performed without thought, and dull.
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