Others are following the trend. “He’s been domesticated,” says Roland Martinson, a professor of ministry at Luther Seminary in St. Paul, Minn., about Jesus of Nazareth. ”He’s portrayed now as gentle, loving, kind, rather than as a full-bodied person who kicked over tables in the temple, spent 40 days in the wilderness wrestling with his identity and with God, hung out with the guys in the street. The rough-hewn edges and courage … got lopped off.”

David Murrow, author of “Why Men Hate Going to Church” blames men’s lackluster attitude on the feminization of mainline churches: “Lace curtains. Quilted banners on the wall. Pink carpet. Fresh flowers at the podium.” As for the music, “Onward, Christian Soldiers” is long gone. Instead, there are ballads about Jesus’ eternal embrace. “Very Barry Manilow,” says Mike Smith, Stine’s manager.

I’m going to pass this on to my men’s ministries friends. And get me a Harley …