Sitting on that tour bus, I had my own Caesarea Philippi moment. I could no longer assume that Christianity only affected the way I saw salvation or sanctification; I needed to accept that it was the total truth about the world. I could no longer condemn, critique, copy, or mindlessly consume culture; I needed to begin creating culture as a child of the Great Creator. And I could no longer sit comfortably inside my Christian subculture and thank God that He was keeping hell away. It was time to leave the religious ghetto and kick down hell’s front door.
