Last year for WrestleMania week and then again just in time for SummerSlam 2015, we released videos featuring "Christianized" versions of popular WWE characters throughout the generations.
All the characters were submitted by our Twitter friends! We did our best to turn these in to Bible Characters, off-the-wall preachers, and just some passionate Jesus-lovers. Enjoy!
We hope that got you amped up for WrestleMania! Or for Jesus! Either way, enjoy your Sunday!
Kent Bush | @KentBush
Kids these days.
They get on their Youtubes and iTunes and have access to really good music with a Christian perspective. I remember walking through three miles of snow-packed roads uphill both ways to merely purchase one of the four “pop” music cassette tapes at the local Christian bookstore.
We didn’t have it as good as kids these days.
We had Petra. They were good – compared to everything else.
We had Stryper. “To Hell With the Devil” was interesting. But 1980s Christian rap included the Rapsures spitting rhymes like “We’re the Rapsures and we’re rap rap rappin’ about the rapture.” Get it rap-sure, rapture? I dare you to try to find 1980s Christian cultural assimilation that is any better. The Rapsures made the 1985 Chicago Bears’ Super Bowl shuffle sound like rap gold.
They also had a song about Jonah featuring some radical synthesizer solos. It was awesome in a truly satirical sense. “Jonah and the whale. Somebody get me out of this jail. Lord don’t get uptight. So dark in here I can’t see the light.”
It was a long and difficult road between 1986 and 2016 for contemporary Christian music. That road was paved with Michael W. Smith’s “Friends” and Amy Grant’s “Fat Baby” as well as heavy metal groups like White Cross, Ruscha, and Petra. The rap side had the Grits, and D.C. Talk. But we listened to it because we believed in Psalm 150:
Robert Stevenson | @ap_527
Because your spouse/boo/best friend/neighbor/cousin/coworker/adult children/college-age grandchild won’t tell you, and/or you never listen when they do:
Corey Wade | @cwadepga
Year after year I find myself in the same exact place. Broken, humbled, unable to see the light of day. I sulk around the house, making noises resembling that of a sad Yeti, because once again, my bracket has been busted. I see the money float out of my hand in the office pool into another pocket of one more favored than I. BUT NOT THIS YEAR!!!! I have a secret weapon. THE FAITH OF A CHILD. This year I will have my 4-year-old daughter pick out the first round for me to give me that little innocent sprinkle of blessing that I have needed the past few years. Either that or I’m going to have to develop a more sound theology of suffering. (Since this will be posted on Friday you will all already be witness to this amazing strategy in action.)
Below, I present the match-up, the team she picked is in bold, and whatever reasoning she had (if any) is listed below (with my thoughts):
Jeff Weddle | @anti_itcher
“Are you OK?” the nurse asked me. “Here, take a seat, we’ll be right with you.” She sat me down in a chair and ran off. Soon she came back. “Here, hold this,” she said pressing a towel and ice pack to my forehead. “Put your head down and breathe deep.”
I sat in the chair getting my bearings and waited for the room to stop spinning. She hovered around me making sure I didn’t faint. “Are you OK? You’re all white and sweaty?”
“I. I’m. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t believe me, so she continued to hover and give me kind nursely advice.
“Just take it easy,” she said patting my shoulder consolingly.
“You all right man?” asked the guy lying in the hospital bed covered with fresh burn scars over a quarter of his body. No, I was not the sick guy here; I was merely doing my pastoral duty of hospital visitation and had attracted medical attention for my wimpiness.
“Oh man, I don’t know. I hope I pull through this OK,” I joked.
“Yeah, I was a little concerned for you,” he said with some mockery.
Ah yes, this was not the first and will not be the last time I get sick visiting people in a hospital. I don’t know what it is, the smell, the sights, the sounds, or what, but I get physically ill in hospitals.
What would happen if a few of the greatest secular rappers of all time found God and decided to flip their scripts? We imagined just a few:
Do you have some to add to the list? Leave it in the comments below!
Corey Wade | @cwadepga
We’ve all been there. Coming off a sleep starved night—mostly toddler related sleep deprivation and the message isn’t quite resonating. Your mind begins to wander and your eyes are getting heavier. You MUST fight it! But how? Count those in attendance? (although counting sheep could make you more sleepy--*Rimshot*.) Figure out different combinations to fit your fingers in the communion cup holders? If it's really bad, you can get out your phone out to check your “bible app” –You’re fooling no one.
So what is a good Christian to do when he doesn’t have the mental fortitude to focus during the sermon? Here are my 3 favorite games to play to stay partially engaged with the message, because something is better than nothing: