I don’t need you.
It must be thrilling to have everyone twittering like schoolgirls about how to make you want me. It must feel like you are the most significant, most misunderstood, most exciting generation to have ever lived.
But you aren’t.
You are no different than any other generation. Satan convinced Generation X before you that they were the most important generation, and he convinced the Baby Boomers before them and the generation before them.
I know, because I was there.
Here’s the truth: I don’t need you. You need me. Sadly, all this pandering to your whims is just Satan’s way of distracting you from the most important question in life.
Are you ready to die?
Because you will. Just like everyone else. And the closer you get to that inevitable day the more you are going to understand how much you need me.
So please, stop telling me what I can do to make you want me. Just know that I’ll be here when you realize how much you need me. OH, and don’t worry. I won’t turn you away.
Love, The Church
P.S. Please don’t misunderstand. I do think you’re special. Just not because you were born at the dawn of the information age. I think you’re special because you were born. That’s it. You’re special because God had the grace to let you breathe at all, and he made me to take care of all of his precious babies. My job is to make Jesus’ love available to you. Whenever you need it. I’ll always be here for you.
P.P.S To all my congregants who keep trying to change me to suit the new generation. I love you too, but please stop. I don’t need your help either.