Evangelicalism is generously populated with people who live by the crisis, and the crisis is always solvable by whatever their current theological passion happens to be.

Nothing much humbles us anymore. We’ve got so many books, blogs and celebrity preachers that we’re reaching the higher levels of really true truth regularly. Any Martian who happened to stumble into the kind of Christianity you find on the blogosphere could be forgiven for coming away with the idea we see ourselves as really smart, really committed, really correct and really upset. Jesus is like the sponsor of the program. He’s been putting his face on our little show for years, and we’re mighty glad to have him back sponsoring our latest series of sermons on “Hitting the Sweet Spot.”

In fact, I have come to believe that evangelicalism needs nothing so much as a vast commitment to silence. (Sorry to annoy the enemies of all things Roman Catholic, but silence isn’t denominationally owned.) We are talking to some audience out there, but the vast majority of the world is so tuned out that I think we’d be scared to know just how irrelevant most of our communication is.

Ouch.