Do not marvel, my brethren, if the world hates you…. They are of the world. Therefore, they speak as of the world, and the world hears them. We are of God…. (I John 3:13 and 4:5-6),
First, they told us our language was too churchified and we would need to jettison such terms as justification, sanctification, and washed in the blood.
I remember Arthur Blessit. The hippie-looking, jive-talking, cross-carrying brother in Christ took the young churches by storm. We stayed most of the night with Arthur at the local youth hangout witnessing for Christ, trying to look and sound cooler than the teens, picking up the drug culture’s language in an attempt to bring the gospel into a foreign land. Heaven alone knows whether we did good.
Then, they came at our music. Away with organs and pianos, and in with drum sets and keyboards and guitars. Amplification on steroids and heavy metal, ear-assaulting, nerve-rattling instrumentations were not far behind.
No one is insisting that pipe organs and upright pianos are scriptural. But when ushers have to hand out ear plugs at the door, something is bad wrong.