I love fireworks. I have very fond memories of watching the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular on television. As weird as it may sound to *watch* fireworks on a TV screen, I loved the concert and fanfare of it all, especially when they’d time the pyrotechnics to pulsating pop numbers.
We Christians are a forgetful bunch. We’re often confused and discombobulated. We so desperately want our goodness and virtue to account for something we’ve misrepresented the entire course of the Christian life — we’ve deemed our pious performance to be of greater weight, importance, and significance than the performing Person.