I was thinking this morning about some things--about American culture here in the south, about the Lord, and about the truth.
It seems to me that a lot of times, we have a love for those things that are brash. Sitting in church on Sunday mornings, when the preach gets fired up about stuff like "taking back our country", you get a pile of people saying, "amen!". But if someone was to preach that all authority has been given to Jesus and we can go out and preach the gospel unashamedly, even if it costs our lives---silence. When Donald Trump or Phil Robertson say something politically incorrect--no matter what it is--every gets excited about it. But if someone says, "Jesus calls us to a life of self-denial", no one reacts the same.
I think--a lot of times--we measure truth based on how it's delivered rather than the actual content. I have seen young men get caught up in preachers who yell at homosexuals nothing but condemnation without even a shred of grace in a sermon delivered to believers where no homosexual is even present!? And they love that.
In my opinion, that is why I think, men like Paul Washer are considered such good preachers--it isn't because they have listened to his phenomenal treatments of many of the scriptures. No one listens to those sermons. It's because he said, "I don't know why you're clapping. I am talking about you." And although what he said was true, no one paid attention to the content. They just liked the delivery. They loved the unabashed declaration of whatever he was saying.
I also think that's why in some circles, men like Art Katz just don't get listened to. I've never heard a sermon where he yelled, but that man has some fantastic truths that he has said.
