I used to love Tabasco sauce. But over the last few years I’ve found it increasingly insipid. My opinion of the sauce continued to decline until a few months ago when I took to telling people that I don’t like Tabasco sauce, full stop. From that point on I shunned the bottle in our fridge and never looked back.
A week ago my wife bought a new bottle of Tabasco sauce and tossed the old bottle with the splatter of red sludge sitting at the bottom. On a lark, I decided to try a bit on my food.
The result was shocking. You see, I loved it. In that moment, I was reacquainted with the Tabasco sauce of old. And with that I realized that the problem wasn’t that I had lost my taste for Tabasco sauce. Rather, the Tabasco sauce in my house had lost its taste.
As I mused over that scenario, I couldn’t help but think of a parallel with the Church. How often do people reject Christianity because of their encounter with an insipid expression of it? How many of those people have taken to telling folks that they want nothing to do with Christianity or the church, full stop? How many have shunned the church down the street and never looked back?
If you count yourself in the number of those who have given up on the church and Christianity, I’d invite you on a lark to give it another try. Who knows? You might love it.