Jesus wasn’t a pussy, though church culture presents him as a wilting flower, with all the salt, grit, and spine of your kindergarten teacher.
We’re talking about the most bold, bodacious, and controversial man in history. That’s the point I want to make.
I have the minister’s paper. I have the embossed certificate. Did the carpenter from Nazareth carry a degree around in his robe, a laminated card that authorized him to spread the word? Of course not. He never had a certificate in his life, and he changed the entire world. I’m telling you the paper was never the point.
This is not a gentle book, and it does not pretend to be. It’s written by someone who read the Bible cover to cover three times, who came to faith the hard way, and who has a low tolerance for the polished, watered-down version of it. If you want your certainty handled with care, this isn’t for you. If you want it challenged so something truer can grow in its place, keep reading.
The God you were sold, the man behind the myth, the success formula he was really teaching, and why the kingdom was never somewhere else.
How the message became an institution — dogma, the offering plate, the boredom in the pews, and the faith that slowly replaced the one that came before it.
An honest, uncomfortable look at a faith that stopped reproducing itself — and what that decline actually costs.
A hard-eyed comparison of a dying brand and a rising one, and the collision the author argues is already underway.
What a real faith — and a real man — actually looks like, and the road back to the message that was lost.
