I Don't Think Christ and Salvation are Particular to Christianity
It was a Sunday morning like any other. I got up at 6:00. I pulled on pair of jeans and a warm flannel from the pile on the floor. I went to the gas station for a smoke and a diet Pepsi. My wife was trying to get a few more minutes of sleep before the baby woke up. You see, she is a worship leader at a small church in South Lyon, a half hour north of our home in Ann Arbor. Every Sunday she wows the congregation with her beautiful singing voice and the talent of the band she inherited when she started there a few weeks ago. I came home as my wife gently roused our little girl from her peaceful slumber by turning on her mobile that plays spring frogs and birds chirping. Delia sleepily stirred to the little frogs and lions swirling lazily overhead. After her morning meal, I changed her diaper and clothes and we all piled into the car. I really love these Sunday mornings because we get to the church at 8:00, my wife goes to rehe...