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Will You Swallow Any Pill?

Congregations Are Dying To Hear God's Word

It didn't take long to get sick of the media coverage of Anna Nicole Smith's death. One fact was amazing however. The autopsy revealed that she had eleven different drugs in her system at the time of her death. Eleven different pills. This can only mean one thing. Desperation.

I think the church is desperate too. A desperation born in thirst and hunger for what is real. But reality is not present. A child starving to death does not need cotton candy and a man suffering dehydration does not need Swiss mocha cappuccinos. Solid food and pure water will produce health. But we in church have settled for less.

Our desperation has driven us to the same place that it drove Ms. Smith. We, in frantic desperation, have swallowed the wrong pill. And not just one. Before one is digested we swallow another and another and another until our stomach is packed and we are at the point of death.

Only one thing satisfies and that is Jesus Christ.

All else is fluff; cotton candy and specialty drinks. Sweet in our mouth, but reaping death to our insides. God offers His Word and we settle for hype. God's offers His presence and we ingest fad after fad after fad. Programs on programs, and calender events on top of calender events. A new way, a new thing, another change, another emotional speech, more drama, and shallow charismatic flair.

We have forsaken the fountain of living waters and hewn our own cisterns that are incapable of holding water. But they are to the brim with cotton candy and the masses are dying in line to get it.

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