The Pope of the Royal Palm Ballroom
That would be Motel Messiah™ Doug Giles who has been remiss the past few weeks with his pop cultural references/analogies but he more than makes up for it this week. Let’s check in with him:
Unfortunately, within large portions of evangelicalism and Catholicism today, a serious examination of oneâ€™s faith is as about as popular as Michael Schiavo would be at a Focus on the Family luncheon.
Do you look like a robot at Church? Hereâ€™s what I mean: Yâ€™know the type â€¦ the person sings, speaks or does anything in Godâ€™s name with all the excitement of Sean Hannity carpooling with Jesse Jackson after Jesse has just eaten two bean burritos.
Listen â€¦ I know some churches are about as inspiring as Richard Lewis reading Lamentations in Latin after drinking six bottles of NyQuil.
Or if your contribution to a conversation comes to screeching halt when the things of God are mentioned, or your depth of contribution makes Paris Hilton sound like C.S. Lewis, you might need to pull your Christian life to the curb for an oil check.
My ClashPoint is this: The cold hard reality is that our carnal man wants to take hold of God as much as Ted Nugent wants to soul kiss Janet Reno.
There’s really not much I can add to those…