Whenever culture does, well, just about anything, somewhere a Christian committee springs into action!

“There’s a popular song on the radio…We need a Christian version.”

“There’s a movie people like….Get Kirk Cameron on the phone.”

“There’s a halftime show…Quick! Assemble the Praise & Production Team.”

Thus begins the sacred work of Christian alternatives. It’s become a parallel universe where everything exists, just slightly worse.

Over the years, we Christians have given the world Christian rock that insists it’s not worship music (but definitely is); Christian movies where the villain is almost always an atheist professor; Christian theater that mistakes volume for conviction…And yes, Testamints! The breath mint that boldly asks, “What if we offer the world salvation…but minty?”

The motivation is almost always sincere (with a few exceptions where people just see it as a quicker way to make money and/or rise to fame…see the Christian music episode of South Park for an example). We want Christian values represented. We want something wholesome. We want to protect our kids.

But instead of creating art that’s beautiful, complex, and honest, we often settle for art that is inoffensive, over-explained, and opposed to metaphor.

You know the look. You know the sound. Christian art is often identifiable within seconds…not because it’s daring, but because it’s desperately afraid someone might miss the point.

We avoid silence. We remove any ambiguity. We always resolve the tension. 

Every character arc is a sermon illustration with legs. Every song chorus sounds like it was approved by three subcommittees, a doctrinal statement and a greeting card company. If it isn’t under-produced, it’s over-produced.

Let’s be honest, many Christian films make even the most forgettable Hallmark movie feel like a bold, experimental risk worthy of an Oscar. 

This is wild, because Christians claim to be telling the greatest story ever told! We have a book filled with incredible stories about a God who enters suffering, embraces complexity, and refuses easy answers. We have tremendous source material.

Yet, our storytelling and songwriting often feels like it doesn’t trust either God or the audience.

Christian art doesn’t struggle because it’s Christian. It struggles because it confuses clarity with depth and calls it faithfulness.

In 2025, the top Christian streaming artist, Forrest Frank, pulled in 1.2 billion U.S. streams. That’s genuinely impressive. He writes fun and catchy songs that reach a large audience. I mean, even I learned the trending Forrest Frank TikTok dance! His theology and political leanings may not be everyone’s cup of tea…but his music is definitely better than most Christian offerings out there.

Then, there’s 2025’s overall top streaming artist, Bad Bunny, with 19.8 billion streams. In case people were wondering, this is a large reason why he was invited to the Super Bowl…he’s the most popular recording artist in the world right now!

This is not oppression. This is not spiritual warfare. This is not the mainstream culture silencing Christians.

This is what happens when something connects beyond a niche subculture. The Super Bowl Halftime Show Planning Committee didn’t overlook us. The charts are not persecuting us. They are simply unimpressed.

There was a time when the church didn’t make “alternatives,” it made masterpieces. It invested in the fine arts.

Bach wasn’t writing “Christian-adjacent” music. Mozart wasn’t trying to be “safe.” They were crafting beauty because the church believed beauty mattered.

Today, we sometimes replace excellence with branding and call it ministry.

The recent halftime “alternative,” which originally sounded like it was going to be a Christian praise and worship gathering, until it suddenly became patriotic, perfectly captured our confusion.

It wasn’t rejected by the mainstream because it was Christian or patriotic. It wasn’t rejected because the world hates Jesus and refuses to change the channel to TBN. It wasn’t rejected because of persecution.

It was rejected because it wasn’t compelling. Parading an alternative as family-friendly and patriotic and then inviting Kid Rock to sing “Bawitaba” seems anything but family-friendly! 

Calling something an “alternative” does not make it art. Insisting people should like it because it’s not the mainstream does not make it good.

Here’s a wild idea…Christians should be able to recognize goodness even when it wasn’t made for us. We should be able to spot and celebrate joy, talent, creativity, energy, and beauty whether it was created as an act of worship or not. 

Sometimes that shows up in a hymn or praise chorus. Sometimes it shows up in a novel. Sometimes it shows up in a halftime show that looks nothing like Sunday morning. And that’s okay.

We are not being persecuted because our favorite artist wasn’t invited to the Super Bowl. And if “family-friendly” is the goal, defending questionable picks with “But he also sang a song that reflects his personal growth” is not mature spiritual discernment. That’s just creative rationalization and justification.

At the center of Christian faith is the Incarnation…not God creating a safer, parallel universe, but God entering this one. This messy, loud, complicated, and real universe. Maybe we should follow Jesus, and instead of creating a safe Christian alternative, we should enter into the one that is all around us…with the light, love, goodness and creativity of the God who called it all into existence.

There are strands of Christian theology that insist that all truth is God’s truth, beauty is never wasted, and the image of God shows up in unexpected places.

The Gospel does not need to be dumbed down, sanitized, or rebranded to survive.

So maybe the call is simple. Maybe we should stop making Christian alternatives. Stop settling for “good enough.” Stop confusing safety with faithfulness.

Maybe we should make art that’s honest. Let’s make art that’s excellent. Let’s make art worthy of the story we’re telling.

Because the Good News doesn’t need breath mints. It needs beauty.

Before anything else, let me say this plainly: If the church has hurt you…If you are grieving what faith used to be for you…If you feel disappointed, exhausted, angry, or quietly heartbroken by Christians or Christian institutions…

There is room for you. There is space for your grief. There is no rush to “fix” it or spiritualize it away.

Jesus never scolded people for being wounded by religion. He consistently made room for them.

Many of us are carrying church-shaped bruises these days. Some are fresh. Some go way back. Some are the result of hypocrisy, exclusion, abuse of power, or faith used as a weapon rather than a healing balm. If you’ve stepped back, grown quieter, or are holding onto a mustard seed of faith with open hands instead of clenched fists—that doesn’t make you faithless. It makes you honest.

So, let’s move forward…together, with compassion for ourselves and one another. 

In the midst of all the noise, outrage, and confusion swirling around faith, politics and culture, I want to name my line.

Love.

Not vaguely sentimental love. Not politeness. Not “bless your heart” spirituality. Not the “real love” that Mary J. Blige sang about…But the kind of love Jesus lived, taught, and embodied. The love that costs something and gives something at the same time.

Some may argue that Scripture can be contradictory and unclear. However, when it comes to love, Jesus was remarkably clear.

“You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength… and you shall love your neighbor as yourself” (Mark 12:30–31).

“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another” (John 13:35).

“Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you” (Luke 6:27). 

“Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful” (Luke 6:36).

This is the line Jesus draws again and again.

It’s not about who’s in and who’s out (though He does explore what happens to those who share or withhold love in Matthew 25:31-46).

It’s not about who’s right and who’s wrong…or who wins or dominates or shouts the loudest.

It’s about one word…Love.

That doesn’t mean love never confronts or avoids telling the truth. Jesus was loving and honest, compassionate and courageous. But love was always the point. 

If what we’re doing doesn’t look like love, sound like love, or move toward love, it’s time to pause and reassess.

Here’s some good news that often gets lost: following Jesus was never meant to feel like carrying the weight of the world alone. We will face triumphs and trials, joy and pain (“give it to ’em, Rob Base!“), calm and chaos…but we don’t have to face these things alone.

Jesus invites the tired and burdened to rest (Matthew 11:28). He feeds people before he teaches them. He notices outsiders. He laughs at dinner tables. He tells stories with humor, irony, and surprise. He welcomes the marginalized and outcast. He trusts flawed people and seems oddly unconcerned with perfection.

The United Methodist tradition puts language to this grace-filled reality. We believe that God’s grace meets us before we know we need it (prevenient grace), walks with us as we grow (sanctifying grace), and never lets go when we stumble (justifying grace). We believe (or at least I believe) that grace is not fragile, love is not scarce, and hope is not naïve.

So maybe this season isn’t about fixing the church all at once…or at all? Maybe it’s about being the church in small, faithful ways.

We can show the love Jesus calls us to embody when we choose kindness when cruelty is easier, practice generosity in a culture of scarcity, listen instead of label, laugh when joy feels rebellious, authentically show up with a commitment to be open and honest. 

Maybe this love Jesus calls us to is about embodying the fruits of the Spirit, not as a checklist, but as a way of life: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5:22–23). It’s not flashy or trendy (or at least it shouldn’t be), but it does change lives.

If you’re still reading this…please know that you don’t have to carry the whole church on your shoulders. You don’t have to argue with everyone. You don’t have to explain yourself constantly. You’re allowed to choose love. You’re allowed to choose joy. You’re allowed to choose Jesus, even when others distort him.

This is the line I’m committing to…to love God and love people, to tell the truth with humility, to make room for grace, and to trust that the Spirit is still at work. 

If you ever find yourself saying, “I’m not sure where I fit anymore,” you’re not alone. Here’s some good news…The table Jesus sets is wide. There’s room for doubt and hope, laughter and tears, faith that’s confident and faith that’s hanging on by a thread.

This is the line…or at least my line…Love still leads us. Grace still holds us. Hope still matters. The Spirit is still moving

And I still believe that is more than enough.

We live in an age of easy labels.

Disagree with someone and, in an instant, they can become an “enemy.” Express a different view and suddenly you’re a “radical,” a “communist,” or worse. These labels roll off tongues quickly and thoughtlessly, as if naming someone with a single word could possibly capture the complexity of their humanity. 

But these careless labels aren’t harmless. They are used to dismiss, belittle, and devalue those with whom we disagree. These labels distort truth, divide communities, and dehumanize people created in the image of God.

I think often about my great-grandfather when I see this happening. He was a Russian immigrant, born in Dobrinka into a family of exiles who had fled Germany for the Volga River region of Russia. After the death of his father, his family immigrated to the United States seeking a better life. Like so many immigrants, he worked hard to learn English and to speak without an accent—he even encouraged his brother to do the same, hoping it might spare him from prejudice.

He served proudly in the U.S. military during World War I. He loved this country deeply. Through hard work and determination, he found minor success as a farmer, a small business owner, and a landlord. He also answered a higher calling—serving as a pastor in the Church of God (Anderson). His faith wasn’t a Sunday-only affair; it was the center of his life, the reason he gave generously, treated workers fairly, and opened his home to others.

And yet, during the McCarthy era, my great-grandfather was labeled a communist. Not because he was part of any party or movement, but because his place of birth and his values—justice, compassion, care for the poor—were suddenly viewed through the warped lens of fear. His desire to live out the teachings of Jesus made him suspect. He faced discrimination and business losses as threats of being placed on a “list” loomed over him.

Still, he never stopped believing that the Gospel meant something more than private faith. He took seriously the example of the early church in Acts—where believers shared what they had, ensuring that no one among them was in need.

His legacy shaped my family’s story. My father, who admired him deeply, would probably best be described in a political sense as a democratic socialist. When I hear people today flippantly use the label “communist,” I can’t help but think of those old stories my father shared of my great-grandfather.

Labels like that are meant to shut down conversation. They’re meant to discredit, to divide, to silence. But when Christians reach for them too easily, we risk betraying the very heart of our faith.

We have used labels like “communist” to dismiss people working for the fair treatment of all people, while celebrating “Christians” who, due to their refusal to humble themselves and work together, withhold food from the hungry, healthcare from the sick, or shelter from the unhoused. When I see this, I find myself thinking that perhaps we’ve misunderstood Jesus altogether.

Jesus didn’t label people. He listened to them, healed them, ate with them, and loved them. He warned against hypocrisy and fear-driven religion. The Kingdom he announced wasn’t divided by ideology but united by compassion.

The early church didn’t thrive because it was powerful or “right.” It thrived because it was known for its love.

Maybe it’s time we reclaim that same spirit—choosing understanding over accusation, curiosity over condemnation, and love over labels.

To learn a bit more about my great-grandfather’s faith, generosity and legacy, watch this short video put together by Anderson University and the Church of God: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iqY9wiGqrs