Many years ago, I heard a friend of mine use the phrase, dead orthodoxy; I was puzzled. If memory serves me, he didn’t expound on the term. On retrospect, I understand. But in those early years I was surrounded with red-hot soul-winners, believers who when testifying would weep. Their hearts were tender. Seeing this sweetness in “church members,” blew me away.
Today, I live in a city where there seems to be a church building on every street corner. For several years this urban legend has been circulating. Someone added the legend that our city was listed at http://www.guinnessworldrecords.com/. You get the idea.
Religious pride dominates our city like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in “Ghostbusters.“ ￼And if you walk our streets, even today, people cower when they see that transparent white monster masquerading The mainstream church has, apparently, created another Frankenstein; he seems “sweet,” but, of course, looks are deceiving.
My point: dead orthodoxy is not merely an idea or urban legend; it’s a monster walking about, seeking someone to devour.
My real point: authentic Holy Spirit inspired theology should deter dead orthodoxy.