Kate recently blogged about needing and wanting ordinary folks to come and visit. You know barbers, chefs, mechanics, and supermodels instead of professional preachers, those who want to convert Africa, and doctrine enforcers. I agree, though I appreciate good preachers, or rather good lecturers.
The world needs Jesus, but not Halo Jesus.
Halo Jesus is only interested in pointing out what's wrong with us. He's the one peddling Hosana and Hillsong music and encouraging us to read the bible everyday, or else.
Kenya's got plenty of halos. What we need is Dirty Hands Jesus.
The Jesus who smells like armpits and doesn't know what a pulpit is. The Jesus that we pass up on the street because he stinks and looks homeless instead of Halo Jesus who demands we fall down and worship at his squeaky clean feet.
We need visitors who don't mind hanging out with folks who wear their lack of morals instead of undergarments. We need visitors who can distribute food without tracts. We need visitors who can buy condoms. We need visitors who can sit next to a Rastafarian smoking weed and actually listen to his conspiracy theories. We need visitors who can sip a good whiskey into the wee hours of the night talking about how awesome Captain Picard was.
Come to think of it those are the same type of donors we need as well.
Insterested? The best way to share the love of God is by being that love.
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