There's a reason for everything, and for me, there is a reason to blog. And while many of you may not understand this, it's not for the jokes.
Read this, and then ask yourself: "Is America a Christian nation?"
If your answer is, "yes", we are the sorriest Christian nation in all of time and space to date -- and in that mix I would include the Spain which produced the Spanish inquisition. If we can read this poll and not say anything at all about the Gospel or God, we are not ourselves worthy to call ourselves disciples of Jesus Christ.
If your answer is, "no", go back to your blog, or your break room, or your church especially and do something about it. If your knee-jerk reaction is, "we better get out and vote next Tuesday," that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. Voting is not going to fix a problem like the one at that link: the Gospel is the only thing which can fix a problem like that. But how can people call for help if they don't know who to trust? And how can they know who to trust if they haven't heard of the One who can be trusted? And how can they hear if nobody tells them? And how is anyone going to tell them, unless someone is sent to do it?
This is the mission field, dear readers. This is it. You're standing in it. And that smell you smell? It's a farm smell -- one which city-folk don't really understand, but you will learn to love it. It's the smell of rich soil in which to plant the seeds. Civilized and tame folk think it's an obscene smell, but those who are really ready to plant seeds and then care for them until they are grown to bear fruit -- to them that's the smell of a future and abundant crop.
The reason I blog is that I have recognized that smell, and rather than turn my nose up at it, I have come with a bag of seeds for it. This is God's field, and there are no where near enough workmen.
I blog to get after the Gospel -- the whole-acre, black-soil, dirty-handed Gospel of Jesus Christ. Your field may be in a different place, but wherever it is, put your hand to the plow and do not turn away from it.
P.S. -- the T-Shirt context is *closed*, and I'll post results for it later today -- the detailed tabulation. :-)