He stopped at the doorway just long enough to adjust the dimmer on the lights. The room barely lit with the soft glow of his monitor, he sat down, setting a glass of red wine to his left and an almost spent, smoldering cigarette to his right.  With his hands sadly prostrate on the keyboard, he closed his eyes, wondering what he could possibly write that would make a difference in a life so far away.  How could he muster words of encouragement when his own soul was in need of a gentle touch of hope?  No words tonight, my friend, for tears fall upon…ooooooh.

And this shall be a remembrance for all time, that one man who struggled for literary eloquence and social significance has this night been reduced to one single letter, whispered in the darkness.

Christians have a language all their own and I’m not talking about their manner of speech. I’m referring to the verbiage. No one but a Christian says things like seek your face. When I am looking for my wife, I do not say I seek her face. I say I’m looking for her. How many other examples of Christianese can you think of?

The Son didn’t mimic the jargon and idioms of bygone days. He spoke clearly and plainly so that all could understand. Do Christians think their King James linguistic gymnastics will draw the world to the cross?

In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s not working, so stop it. Speak the language of the people or save your self-elevating jargon for your weekly club meetings because only those who know the secret handshake seem to appreciate it.

It sounds harsh, but you know I’m right and if not, show this to an unbeliever and see if he or she agrees. I dare you.