We don't make it rain on booty cheeks. We don't make it rain on strippers. We only reverence one stripper, and that's the one that took off glory, to put on humanity, and then get butt naked on the cross to die for both you and me. The only stripper I'm in love with is Sheets. Is this downright disrespectful? Yeah. But this is the fruit of a church culture that has pastors trying to come up with something new and fresh every week, a new crazy sermon analogy or illustration, something shocking that'll get your attention. Something you can put on a t-shirt for the church's merch shop next week. We've drifted so far from believing that scripture is sufficient to feed our souls. But it is. When the word of God is preached, it won't return void. And in that, the gospel takes front and center.