Now, unless I seem entirely humanistic, let me clarify. The above diatribe is for the average american. It is not for the believer, the saint, the one who follows Christ. For us, there is an even higher standard, a greater motivation, a more pressing need. We must use our gifts for Christ. No call could be greater, and yet few of us really make the commitment. It is not our sin that people stare at. It is our lack of commitment to something that should enthrall every fiber of our being. If what we say is true; if the gospel is indeed the salvation for every man, it ought to be worth the commitment, the pain, and the suffering. But what we have shown the world is just the opposite. It is not worth much of anything. It is worth a little portion of our money, a few hours out of a week, and a few moments before each meal. That is all.

Let us not be guilty of this great hypocrisy. Let us show the world that our message is not filthy rags. That our faith is more than dust and ashes. That our faith is alive. And has the power to breathe new life into any man. Every man.