I survived Sodom and Gomorrah, barely.
I have walked countless miles in the shoes of a contemporary Christian. Now, throwing off all false humility, I count myself worthy, and very fortunate, to have been led through a spiritual Sodom and Gomorrah, where the fire of God has consumed nearly all of the religious dross that over the years has accumulated and crystallized on my heart, and clogged my veins with the molasses of law. Not yet having the strength of Lot, like his wife I turned around to observe the charred devestation which I left behind. Perhaps, like Lots wife, I shouldn't have as a part of my heart, the part that was cleansed with fire, has hardened in anger toward that which has robbed my youth of freedom, and replaced my clean and bright youthful innocence with a heavy yoke of moral and religious duty.
This "goodness" being taught from pulpits across the globe could have, and should have been borne and raised within me without even one pulpit propelled sermon.
As I stare at the fallen remains of my former self, I see a pulpit still standing defiantly in the center, hurling countless sermons, heaping countless obligations, burdens and guilt upon countless unsuspecting and innocent souls. I would be a rich man if I had a dime every time I heard the phrase "What a great sermon, I really needed to be reminded of this or that." followed by the moral act as instructed by the usually well-meaning pastor. I have to ask, why then do we need the Holy Spirit, which the Holy Bible teaches that it (holy spirit) reminds, instructs and reproves.
Right or wrong, I am headed toward the conclusion that firstly, a once spirit driven life of following Christ has, over a short span of 2000 years been replaced with a pulpit-centric sermon fueled existance. Is it no wonder miracles, in the Biblical sense, rarely occur today? If this is true, as I obviously believe it to be, then it could be said that every-Sunday-sermons keep us weak, and dependant on food that keeps us hungry and water that does not quence our thirst.
