“*huff!* I am not Christian, I’m a Protestant!”
Well, that was not precisely the way the lame rebut went down. However, what it does mean is they do not really know the source of their belief, nor could they make a well-reasoned apologia for their religion.
I suppose that is why the visible church today has become the butt of jokes that it has. I often find myself defending Christians when I myself am not one. I am embarrassed for them because of their lack of knowledge, and have frequently felt the need to protect them in debates because of that naiveté. You would think that of all people, they would know the words of their Messiah, who he was speaking to, the culture from which he sprang. You would think they would not dismiss two-thirds of their Holy Books as useless, because their God who does not change suddenly changed his mind.
Here you have a visible “church” that moved in great power for three centuries before its power vanished, never to return. Yet its devotees never ask why. More, they will drive a thousand miles to bring in a new convert to their powerless fellowship so that they can worship impotently together.
They will tell you of miracles that happened over there or over here, but they cannot demonstrate one miracle in front of a disbelieving audience. They dress their clergy in gold and purple to perform solemn rites that their god never asked for. They build vast empty cathedrals that are just as empty of authority as they are themselves. They sing majestic paeans to an almighty God that hasn’t stepped off His pedestal in 1700 years. They dance in victories they never participated in nor won.
So why do l love these people so much?