God Don’t Make No Junk
Of all the “Christian” things in the world, my least favorite might be the Christian book store. When I was in seminary I worked at the Denver Seminary bookstore and it was awesome. We carried books that had some substance and for a small store the breadth of topics was pretty solid. Alas, during my two years in Illinois, the bookstore that used to be a joy has been given to some chain and now has a selection of books slightly inferior to my children’s bookshelves. Even at that it is still better than the other Christian bookstores I’ve visited in the area. It may pedal Denver Seminary goods, but at least you’re not overtaken by statues of angels, horrible framed poetry (if you can call it poetry), and six-thousand varieties of crosses when you walk in the door. I hate that I can get a bookmark that says, “God made me and God don’t make no junk” but not a book that seriously addresses any topic of church, Scripture, or theology.