I sometimes wear sensible shoes. (Hey, but they’re cute…)

I don’t have a “Ski Naked” bumper sticker on my car.

I am not part of the Post-Post Modern Church, if that means doing whatever I want and making God fit.

I think eating pork belly sounds gross.

I use the word “gross.”

I am an evangelical. (Definitely not hip.)

     OK, to be accurate, my beliefs remain the same, but I’ve dropped the moniker of evangelical. I am not that stereotype. Do not lump me together with the Crusaders, the KKK, or the far-right German Christians who initially thought Hitler was a good idea.
DO NOT do that.

     ISIS targets Christians, but it seems we Christians get a lot of friendly fire too. I know plenty of people who snicker over Christianity. Then my sensible side kicks in. Was there not a Creator God who put together 60,000 miles of capillaries in our bodies? Was that random? Didn’t something bigger than us need to initiate that original spark of life? And what about Jesus himself? What’s so offensive about this guy who preached radical love then died for us? Is it the part about miracles and the resurrection that seems far-fetched? True, that’s logic-defying stuff.

     I looked up the word “hip” at urbandictionary.com. Hip is… “Cooler than cool, the pinnacle of what is “it”. Beyond all trends and conventional coolness. Example…”Stay away from the tacky velvet-rope MTV frat-boy clubs on the beach. Check out this party downtown instead, it’s gonna be hip.”

     Pinnacle of what is “it.” Beyond all trends and conventions.

     Certainly not me, but sounds a lot like Jesus.