We are no longer fellow human beings on the brutal planet. Rather, we are cold machines functioning together in the prison-cell of technological expediency. It is a strange day when the king of shock-rock has more to say about real life than many contemporary preachers. The preciousness of truth and the supreme value of hope are held in low esteem in the church because these treasures are rarely positioned against the backdrop of radical evil and hopelessness. Only when we are willing to come down from our ivory towers and see the brutal planet in all its ugliness and sickness will we be in a position to point to the only hope available for the life-long inmates around us.
Truth is found in the strangest places.
However, this should not surprise those who believe that ultimate truth is found in a naked bleeding prisoner writhing in agony on a Roman torture stake upon a garbage-heap outside of Jerusalem, as the cushioned religious leaders look on with glee.