Revival
We are a nation in desperate need of revival
I would like to buy $3.00 worth of God, please. Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep, but just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the sunshine.
I don’t want enough of Him to make me love a black man or pick beets with a migrant. I want ecstasy, not transformation; I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth. I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy $3.00 worth of God, please. No, no, not the flesh and blood one … He will keep me from my appointment with the hair dresser and make me late for the cocktail party. He will soil my linen and break my strand of matched pearls. I can’t put up with pundits from Persia or sweaty shepherds trampling over my nylon carpet with their muddy feet. My name isn’t Mary, you know!
I want no living, breathing Christ—but one I can keep in its crib with a rubber band. That plastic one will do just fine.
—Wilbur Rees, quoted in Charles R. Swindoll, Improving Your Serve