Make the gospel weird again
The “gospel” – whether proclaimed in the first-century Roman world or in any “secular” contemporary context – is irreducibly strange. You have heard that it was said, “The truth is stranger than fiction”, but I say to you that the gospel makes “madmen” of those who are embraced by it (cf. 1 Cor. 1.20-21; 2.2-5; 4.9-10). “…‘Where did God go?...We have killed him – you and I! We are all his murderers! But how did we do this?...What did we do when we unchained this earth from its sun?...Where are we heading? Away from all suns? Are we not constantly falling? Backwards, sidewards, forwards, in all directions? Is there still an above and below?...God is dead! God remains dead! And we have killed him! How shall we, the most murderous of all murderers, ever console ourselves?...Must we not become gods ourselves, if only to appear worthy of it?’...” [1] Nietzsche’s madman, as it happens, is an unwitting evangelist, proclaiming ...