I have to give props to Lee Strobel. He started beating his own personal dead horse a good four years before Rick Warren got his Purpose-Driven Cult under way. That may be a little harsh, but when you have a library with more volumes and sheer material than The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, things have reached epidemic proportions.
Anyway, back to Lee Strobel. You might remember a little piece of "investigative journalism" (I use that term lightly) called The Case for Christ. I read it a couple of times, back when I was a new Christian, and if I remember correctly, it was basically a catalogue of a bunch of scholars giving evidence for the existence of the Biblical Jesus. The reason I think calling it "investigative journalism" is dubious at best is because journalism, ideally, is done objectively. This book was anything but.
Anyway, back to Lee Strobel. You might remember a couple of follow-ups to The Case for Christ, namely The Case for Faith, and The Case for a Creator. Well, guess what. He's done it again! Did you ever have any doubt?
Normally, I would be pained to call any book kitsch. I have a great respect for the written word and for anyone with ambition enough to write a book and get it published. However, apparently, Strobel's writing skills are so limited that he's forced to do the same thing over and over and over again. A word of advice to you, Lee: cut it out! Do something new! Maybe it'll fail, but who cares, as long as it doesn't start with "The Case for..."?
Then again, The Case for Lee Strobel's Talent might be a bestseller.
By the way, I'm still looking for ideas for what to do for Christmas. I'm thinking about "12 Days of Kitschmas", and doing the twelve days leading up to Christmas with a Christmas kitsch extravaganza. But that might be a little cliche, and possibly sacreligious. What do you think? Or do you have any ideas, ya slackers? Am I getting started on Christmas too early? (For evidence, see: Gregory's mySpace)
Yes, that page belongs to me. Don't make fun of me...I'm not a teeny bopper.