truth wears pants.

I was driving home late the other night from Pittsburgh. It was late and the drive was long. I was left to think about many things, and my mind settled on church. I have been having discussion about church for some time and I am getting tired of it to be honest. As I thought about it, I had this strange feeling that seemed to come from in my bones. I really felt as though my bones were rattling with sadness and anger that I could not place. The strangeness was compounded by the fact that I felt that I needed to expel my emotions or suffer from broken bones. A strange thought occured to me. I was upset about church, universally, and the problems that we all seem to have, but my anger seemed to be rooted somewhere deeper than my own emotions. This is the strange thought I had: what if Christ felt this way about the money changers in the temple. What if there was this bone rattling feeling deep in Him that required the action that he took. He either turned the tables and righted the wrong, or suffer from broken bones from the feeling within. Maybe not a theologically sound argument, maybe just crazy surfacing for air, maybe true statements that I can't explain. What if there is a problem in our churches that goes so deep that there needs to be a radical change that will shake the misguided foundations of our institutionalized religion. Maybe there needs to be a pew turning party. I bet we can beat some deacons with whips and throw some pews around and all will be well. Just kidding. Don't take this all to heart. I'm just fuming.