The Dying Church

I walked by one of those liberal semi-churches today.  A silly place for silly people who use the word "progressive" without a thought of what they are progressing to or from.  Instead of Christianity being an end in and of itself, they consider it a means to a worldly end.  Instead of working out their salvation with fear and trembling, they work for their own happiness, again without ever considering the meaning of the term.  They like the feeling of Christianity, or at least the feeling of a nice work.  Harmless enough, I suppose, but there is no point in feeding the poor without feeding the sheep, and the Bible gives some tough meat tho chew on.  The left measures their success by how good they feel.  Proper Christianity is measured by how much of your old nature is killed off.  That means you might feel bad.  It certainly means doing things you don't want.  Christianity, the real kind, is more than difficult.  It is impossible.  The Laodicean church is not into the impossible.  They're into the tepid and murky.

Die, Be Dead and Be Dug

         I have chest pains quite a bit.  Since I have to rely on socialized health care, I have been doing my civic duty and ignoring a potentially expensive issue.  I woke up this morning, so I assume this is a good course of action.
Any serious Christian would not be too worried about dying.  Take your vitamins, don't fly on planes (make sure you get a seat inside it!), and count your blessings before the taxmen come like a zombie hoard.  I hope that when I'm about to become corpsified, I have enough time for some last words.  I want to stare mortality in the eye and say, "Meh."  I just don't want to die in the bathroom.  There is no way to die with nobility with a mouthful of toothpaste.  Or if you're pooping.