Cotton Candy Christianity
Sweet to the taste
But what is the nutritive value?
It’s more like a waste.
What sustaining value?
None I can see
And what’s worse I will tell you
Is its devilry.
It is worldly tastes
Accepted by the church
And calculated not to stand out
Appearing like a jerk.
Jump-up and revelry
In the name of Christ
But pretty much indistinguishable
From worldly vice.
The lyrics giving way
To loud accompaniment
Unable to make proper meaning
In the merriment.
Capturing attention
And drawing a following
Who without careful examination
Are simply swallowing.
Bigging up the pulpit
And the platform,
Less counting those in the pew
Is now the norm.
Like sponges they come
With cups turned up
But by the time they leave church
Theirs is an empty cup.
They dance and shout
And take over the aisle
And are taken on a spiritual high
By hype and guile.
The preacher is hot
Like a raging fire
And the congregation rates him
Worthy of hire.
Cotton candy sweet,
With delicious corn curls!
A spiritual sugar spike is evident
With head in a whirl.
Boy, wasn’t he hot
But what did he say?
Girl, I really can’t remember now
But he had his way.
He shared a text
And he closed the Word
And then he spoke unlike any
I’ve ever heard.
Many were slain,
Others spoke in tongues
And the evidence of the Holy Spirit
Was all around.
Not much about Jesus
Or the glorious gospel
But mostly about the good time
When the Spirit fell.
Cotton candy Christians
Along for the ride
But who from serious Bible study
Prefer to hide.
No depth in the Word
But quite an experience,
Much emotional hype and feeling
Form their content.
I end with a caution
To dig into God’s Word
And whatever answers you seek
To His Word defer.
Stewart Russell © August 17, 2025
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