I adore preachermanfeed. If you don’t read him, you should.
He has been recounting his epic struggle with a raccoon in his chimney. It is a total hoot and especially enjoyable to me after our chimney struggles in 2002.
And then he tosses in this bit:
Let me give you a hint. If it has the word “Christian” in it, it probably sucks. Christian music—Christian t-shirts—Christian theme parks—Christian movies—Christian fiction. With very few exceptions, I hate all that crap.
I love it. Even when I was a Christian, I detested all the pablum sold as “Christian” whatever, because verily, most of it did suck. Powerfully. It would never have been manufactured/published/recorded/filmed with the “Christian” moniker. Mom had FITS when I made fun of the stuff, though—said I was being sacrilegious. She did learn not to say, “Well if you can do better, do it.” Because I could. Okay, I didn’t try making movies—but writing or music, hell yes, I could, in fact, do better than 90% of the crap in a “Christian bookstore.” When half asleep. As a teen.
