"Jesus My Therapist" Religion
Years ago I stepped into a large business complex. In the circular receptionist desk was a woman sitting in tears. Even though I was there to meet with someone else and have lunch with them, I walked up and asked her what was wrong. She began to pour out many of her life’s troubles, especially parental grief about wayward children. I looked down and on her desk was a Bible. I said something like, “well, you have a good book there.” She looked over at it and then sobbed, “No it’s not. It hasn’t helped me any.” I asked her what she meant, and then she dropped the bomb, “I was told that if I turn to Jesus, He would take care of all my troubles. And he hasn’t taken care of any of them!” Stunned, I stood there in silence a second and asked her, “Who told you that?” She looked up at me and said, “My minister.” I have run into this catastrophic scene now a number of times and wonder, what’s wrong with us? How many times have you heard an “evangelism” pitch that ends with, “Trust in Jesus, a...