It is a typical moment in a typical church. The choir blends its talents in melodious harmony singing “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I’m found; was blind, but now I see.” The pastor moves to the pulpit and begins a dissertation that includes such words as “grace”, “mercy”, “justification”, “sanctification”, and “redemption”. There are occasional “amen, though they have become muted as the years have progressed, and “amen” have become less fashionable.
After the service, you can hear the congregation buzzing about how great it was. And yet, were you to ask the average person, even some from the “amen corner”, just what the pastor meant by some of those words, they would possibly look at you as though you were from the CIA or the FBI interrogating them needlessly over something that didn’t matter.
