Suppose I bought an old 1925 Ford that I wanted to restore. It is missing some parts: the headlights, the wheels and the steering wheel. But the engine and the body are intact. So I strip down the engine and then rebuild it. Then I begin to work on the body of the car, and after hundreds of hours of work, the body gleams.

Then I put on some nice, square halogen headlights; some big, wide tires with beautiful mag wheels and a little racing-type steering wheel. I am completely proud of my achievement, so I drive downtown to show off my handiwork.

There’s an old man on the street corner who looks somewhat bewildered. “Well, what do you think of my 1925 Ford? You must have seen one.” “Well, that doesn’t look like any 1925 Ford I’ve ever seen”, and he then begins to point out the things that aren’t right.

I wonder if the Apostle Paul would be visiting the world today, would he even recognize us Christians? Or would he be convinced we had so intermarried with the world that we were actually neither one nor the other. If I am going to rebuild my life or a 1925 Ford, I need to refer to the Designer’s Book to do it right.