A good friend in Kansas City told me how awkward he feels in broaching the subject of faith. We both agree that religion is treated like cigarette smoking today – it’s fine to smoke in private; but rude in public. So here he is – enjoying a summer cookout with his neighbors – and all he can muster up is: Where would you go if you died tonight? Or Do you ever think about spiritual things? Small wonder many people view the gospel as offensive. What does “going to heaven” have to do with burgers and beer? Those kinds of questions make the good news sound incoherent.
