C.S. Lewis is one of my all-time favorite writers. So much so that my oldest son is named after him (Justice Clive Wallenmeyer.)
The following is from me, not C.S. Lewis (OK, OK. I know. There is very little chance that you would confuse my writing with anything that C.S Lewis wrote. Be nice!). I am merely borrowing his characters from The Screwtape Letters.
My dear Wormwood,
First of all I want to begin with sincere congratulations. You have exceeded my wildest expectations. One look at social media today makes it very clear that the followers of our enemy have given up the Great Commission so that they can be a part of a large number of “movements”. These Christians have figured out that the Great Commission is hard, tedious work. There is nothing flashy or sexy about it. Instead of spending time getting to know people in their neighborhoods and city they are trying to advance the enemy’s kingdom with hashtags and Facebook rants. Brilliant! As you know by now, the key is to keep the hearts and minds of our enemies filled with deep angst. Cause them to focus on being right and winning arguments. Give them the delusion that the work they are now doing is a new expression of love.
You, my dear Wormwood, are due for a significant promotion.
In his grip,
My inspiration was reading this recent Twitter post by Michael Horton:
I’m preaching to the choir when I say this: it’s a lot easier to want to be a part of a movement than part of a church in the neighborhood.
— Michael Horton (@MichaelHorton_) January 30, 2017