Something has been missing from the church for a very long time. Most people who have spent years inside the institution can feel it — a persistent, low-grade ache, the sense that what the gospel promises and what the institution delivers are not quite the same thing. They assume the deficiency is theirs. It is not.
Come, Follow Me traces that gap to its source. Beginning with the tower of Babel as a diagnostic framework and Pentecost as its precise inversion, this book examines how the institutional church — with genuine sincerity and at enormous cost to the people it served — rebuilt the structure Christ dismantled. The veil he tore at Golgotha was carefully, gradually rehung. The direct access he secured was managed back into mediation. The commission to make disciples was replaced by a franchise model that produces consumers.
The diagnosis in these pages is honest and, in places, uncomfortable. It does not spare the institution or flatter the reader. But it is written from inside the grief, not above it — by someone who loved the institution, served it faithfully, and only saw it clearly from the other side of one honest question:
Did you receive the Holy Spirit when you believed?
The Shepherd has not stopped calling. He has not lost a single sheep. He is still saying the one thing he has always said.
Come, follow me.