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One of the fun things many bloggers miss out on is figuring out what Google searches bring a person to their blog. Until recently one of my favorites for The God Article was “is Mark Sandlin gay?” 

I had just posted my Clobbering “Biblical” Gay Bashing piece (which was ultimately picked up by Believe Out Loud) and it would seem that someone thought the best way to to disprove what I said, would be to prove that I am gay.

I know, the problems with that kind of logic are mind-boggling, but it happens all the time. If you can't attack the message, attack the messenger. In this case, it also happens to be impossible to prove, because I'm not. And, at the same time, it really shouldn't matter if I were. It's like arguing that Newton's theory of gravity simply can't be believed because he directly benefits from it being real. Hogwash.

So, as I mentioned, Believe Out Loud picked up my Clobbering “Biblical” Gay Bashing piece and it kind of had a second life. I've even heard that it's making its rounds in some Mennonite circles. That's pretty cool. Along with it came a whole new set of Google searches bringing people to this blog. And among them is my new favorite. Are you ready?...

I'm a PROPHET!!! Woo hoo! And there was much celebration and general-merrymaking.

Actually, the Google search was for “false prophet mark sandlin.” But still, "prophet" – woo hoo? And there was mild joviality and arbitrary-frolicking.

Like I said, if you can't attack the message, attack the messenger. So, someone doesn't like what I say, or doesn't want to grapple with whether or not it is actually biblical, or whatever – so they Google “false prophet mark sandlin.” So, now that's a thing. Google databases have me and “false profit” forever linked. And I just don't care.

I am no prophet. False or otherwise. Big surprise, right? But I am just the littlest bit humbled by the whole thing. 

 
 
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... or Re:Hashing #MarkDriscoll 

Okay. Mark Driscoll hasn't actually said, “Jesus was a cowboy” (yet), but let's face it, that's what he thinks. Or, at least, he might as well.

Let me back up. If you don't know who Mark Driscoll is, I'll help you. I will try to be nice. It will be difficult. Of course, Driscoll would tell me not to worry about it, to go ahead and slug him in the chopper, because that's what it takes to be a minister. (I told you this was going to be hard).

Mark Driscoll is the lead minister of the largest church in Washington state (where men are manly and ministers are manly-er-er.... I told you this was going to be hard). He has devoted followers across the US and probably around the world watching his YouTube videos, reading his books, Tweeting about him (#MarkDriscoll) and going to his conventions (“re:tool and re:load, “reGeneration,” etc.). He believes that we've got this whole Christianity thing wrong. That we have gone astray and that our misguided teachings are, in large part, to blame for the slow death of the institutionalized Christian church. 

Now at this point, you may be thinking to yourself, “Hmmmm, I like the sound of that!” 

No. You don't.

Remember? “Jesus was a cowboy!” True, that's not exactly what he said, but he did say this:

and this:
If he believes that about Jesus, you just know he believes that Jesus would have been a cowboy. The hyper-masculating of Jesus (and, it would seem in his mind, by extension ministers... who, I suppose by the same argument, must be male) is a product of the same over-masculated mythological storytelling that gives us the manly-men type cowboys of the silver screen.

Once, at a conference he was doing in Huston, Driscoll invited five ministers up to the stage, put his hands behind his back, and told them to slug him in the chin. “I won't hit back,” he said. Following what I can only assume they saw as the teachings of Jesus, not one of them hit him. Driscoll kicked them out of the conference and preceded to pound his own face. Go ahead, re-read that last sentence. I'll wait. (Okay, admit it, you completely believed that right? So did I. But it's from a spoof site. But it just shows how crazy the guy is that it sounds completely plausible that he'd do something like that).

Driscoll seems to think Jesus was a macho man, tough guy, testosterone freak... a gun slinging cowboy.