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Would Jesus Go to a Strip Club?

Christianity Today, the supposed flagship of all things Evangelical, actually asked that question of three writers in its latest issue.  While I am appalled that an Evangelical magazine would even consider this to be a valid question in the first place, I am absolutely flabbergasted that two of the three writers actually argue that Jesus would go to a strip club.  After all, they argue, Jesus was friend to sinners and ate with them. 

Just how low can we go?  Having lunch with a fully clothed stripper at her home with many other people present is a long way from sharing a tract with the leering lechers gathered around the stage as she disrobes.  The Jesus of Scripture would have too much respect for the woman as his creation, made in God's image, to look upon the shame of her nakedness.   The sinless Son of God would not commit a sin by entering into such a place where the only purpose for those present is to satisfy their unbridled lust.  I can much more easily picture the Jesus I know making some cords into a whip and driving such men out into the street for turning His precious creation into a mere objest to be lusted after.

At what point will we Christians awaken to our own unbelievable ridiculousness?  We moan and groan that the world doesn't take the church seriously anymore.  Well, likely that is because we have stopped taking Christianity seriously ourselves.  The fact that such a question even crossed the mind of someone calling themselves an Evangelical does not bode well for the future of our tribe.

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