We are the new live tradition singin' redemption songs with our fake plastic smiles and our love in hotel rooms, wallets in Atlantic City, and hope rusting in melted candle wax. Study to show yourself approved, and yet we let fathers in cathedrals dribble down their particular versions of God's Word. It is time for a wake-up call. Consider it a call to arms, a time to reclaim what belongs to the branches of the vine. Where is sanctity anymore? It seems lost, floated out on the tide of a new generation. Progress. Modernization. Forward-moving. We can buy beer on Sundays now, but can not pray in our citadels of education where spiritually-derelict children are shooting each other. WAKE UP. Grow beyond the bake sales and the craft shows and go serve the homeless, the addicts, EVERY ONE who does not fit your personal standards of righteousness. God has called us to love... Wake up. It's a pulpit, not a podium, an altar, not a stage, a congregation, not an audience... hearts, for God's sake! HEARTS; not pockets. The world is naked and starving for just a touch from the Lord, but we can be too caught up in our legalistic versions of holiness and how things are supposed to be that we can completely miss how they are. Wake up.