The bravest person in any church on any Sunday is the person honestly trying to figure out if Jesus is worth real consideration, because if he is, it will probably mean questioning the foundation their entire life is built on. It means the conclusions that have always made them feel safe aren’t safe anymore. The bravest person in the rows of flimsy, white Ikea chairs set out in the old Jewish synagogue we rent to hold church in each Sunday is the undecided person who is honest enough to ask the questions that matter.
