Ho-hum Christian?

I keep running into “ho-hum” Christians. On occasion I wonder if I’m in danger of becoming one myself. I don’t mean bad people, nor folks who question their fading faith. [We know that the opposite of faith is apathy, NOT doubt, which is an essential component]. I can’t really include non-church-goers, although I heard long ago that “an isolated Christian is a paralyzed Christian.
I mean folks who seem to have lost their enthusiasm for our Lord, the grand Architect of both the celestial universe and the infinitely complex machine which is our human body. My old friend Fr. Brennan Manning speaks of the unbearable tenderness of Jesus, and insists that a better name for him than “goodness” is “compassion”—for when the gospels speak of his compassion they use the Greek word whose stem is “splanchnic,” referring to the intensity of pain a woman feels when her uterus contracts in childbirth. “Compassion” actually means what one feels when he “suffers with,” not just “sympathizes with.” This holy man suffered in his gut for our indifference long before He was tortured to death, and we DARE to relegate him to our back burners. We DARE to ignore him, we DARE to be embarrassed to mention his name in “non-religious” conversation, and we DARE to forget our gratitude and become perfunctory in our worship, our attitude, and our relationship to him.
“Ho-hum”?