The problem is that when those within the church who perceive the reality of this challenge say, “Bring out the dead. Bring out the dead;” these bred in the bone rebels cry, “I’m not dead yet. I’m not dead yet. I’m feeling better.” The true children of God then surrender to an enabling sin. We won’t risk rejection by confronting the hard impenitence of these fellow travelers. Why? Because these fellow travelers are often relatives and friends, people we love, people in whom we have invested much, and people to whom are beholden, because we ourselves too often seek approval and applause. Making the modern parenting mistake we fail to differentiate between acceptance and approval. Unlike Archie Bunker we are reluctant to call a spade a spade, because that type of attitude seems loveless and judgmental.
In our sweet and companionable righteousness we are more righteous than the Jesus himself, who says, “27 Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs, which outwardly appear beautiful, but within are full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness. 28 So you also outwardly appear righteous to others, but within you are full of hypocrisy and lawlessness” (Matthew 23:27-28). If it is not that, it is another thing; the pathological tendency to over-identify with the bred in the bone sinner. Out of false humility we cry, “You! hypocrite lecteur!--mon semblable!--mon frère!” and thus fail ourselves to see that we are the brokenhearted tender children of God. Will they change? Not if we can help it! Not if we have to speak up!
Here is a prayer that reflects true penitence and a love as tough as Christ Jesus himself: “Break their hearts O Lord, that You may enter in!” The time has come to stop kowtowing to the children of the world within the Church and speak up unafraid with our hearts on fire for God.
 You! Hypocrite reader! my likeness, my brother! (T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland).